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Hmmm well… part 2 for vigilante!reader x Lena Luthor could start with them being in National City and in Lena’s territory. Reader paid Lena a visit but because of her hectic sched it didn’t happen and reader was photographed and in the tabloids being the Gotham’s bachelorette visiting the bar of NC (Jealous!Lena). Unbeknown to Lena, Reader was there to investigate on Cadmus as Lilian has been kidnapping innocent people and scientists in Gotham but bringing them to NC. Snooping around as her vigilante persona. Because of her Vigilante status, Supergirl doesn’t like reader and may have harm her in which enrage Lena because before she became NC’s hero she was a vigilante herself (very hypocritical for SG). This kinda triggered Lena to confront her feelings for Reader and well reader too. Angst with almost critical injury but hey it’s Lena Luthor after all. Happy ending maybe? Hmmm idk if this is enough but yeah😅

Thanks again for humouring me

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A/N: Apologies for the wait, but hope you enjoy and thank you for the request!

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/wlw-multi-fandom-imagines/773772069970313216/im-not-sure-if-your-requests-are-open-but-uhmmm?source=share

I'm so sorry, but something came up at work and I'm going to have shareholders breathing down my neck for the next quarter if I don't get it handled tonight...any chance I can get a rain check for tomorrow night?

You stood in the middle of the sidewalk outside of the L-Corp building, staring at the text from Lena that had come through several minutes ago, and frowned. Sure, you had somewhat expected her to get cold feet about your visit at some point in the week leading up to it, but by the time you had settled into your seat on the plane it seemed like you were in the clear.

"Whatever," you muttered to yourself, shoving your phone in your pocket and turning around just in time to hail yourself a passing cab back to the hotel you had just checked into. Since your run-in turned hookup with Lena back in Gotham, you and the Luthor heiress had remained in contact almost daily through a serious of playful texts that had eventually built up to her suggesting you swing by National City the next time you found yourself free for a few days.

And thanks to that suggestion, you were now alone on a Friday night in a city you didn't particularly care for to begin with. Even worse, you were going to have to make up an excuse for why you couldn't meet Lena the next night. Despite her assistance in helping you to finally get a disguise in order for your nighttime hobby, Lena hadn't pried too extensively into what exactly it was that you did. In all honesty, she didn't exactly need to since the press was following your every move and every citizen in Gotham had a cellphone that they were quick to whip out and start filming on.

This plan, however, was something you were counting on going unreported and under everyone's radar, Lena included. Over the last few weeks, almost coincidently around the time you and Lena had met, a scientist you had interviewed for an assignment from a journalism class back in college went missing, seemingly without a trace. A week later, another Gotham citizen who worked at a nearby testing facility disappeared as well.

Over the next three and a half weeks, six more Gotham citizens went missing, all of whom were involved in either medical or genomic research in some way or another. The police had next to nothing to go off of, and it had taken your own software weeks to finally find a facial recognition match off of CCTV footage from a gas station just outside of National City. With news of Lillian Luthor's escape from prison just under three months ago still fresh in your mind, it wasn't hard to put two and two together. National City only had so many evil geniuses, and the one that had been in maximum security prison for nearly a year would probably be hard pressed to find new (and willing) employees.

You mulled over your plan to infiltrate Lillian's latest lair during the short trip back to your hotel, and continued to do so when you got back to your room and started sorting through your suitcase to unpack a fresh outfit for the night. It wasn't until your phone buzzed again in your pocket that you finally broke out of your thoughts and smiled for the first time since Lena had cancelled on you.

Hey, a little birdy told me you're in town for the weekend...got any plans?

Trevor, an old friend from grad school that had settled in National City, had somehow already gotten word of your arrival. Knowing full well he was probably already planning a club crawl in your honor, you hurried to type a response to let him know you were free & what hotel to pick you up from.

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"Good morning Ms. Luthor!"

Lena looked up from her phone as her assistant appeared at the doorway to her office and set the device aside in a final attempt to stop thinking about the fact you hadn't answered any of her texts last night.

"Here's this morning's copy of the Tribune and your coffee. Anything else I can get you?"

"No thank you. Would you be able to close the door on your way out? I have to make a few phone calls and I don't want any interruptions," Lena replied, using every ounce of self-control she had to keep a smile on her face until her assistant had turned to exit the large office. As soon as she did, the CEO's smile dropped and she forced herself to look back down at the newspaper on her desk despite the way the photo on the bottom half of the front page made her stomach churn.

GOTHAM BACHELORETTE SCOPES OUT NATIONAL CITY'S FINEST

The headline was almost just as bad as the picture of you appearing to be having the time of your life at a downtown club, surrounded by what looked to be "National City's Finest". Many of them had been captured with their eyes on you in the snapshot that accompanied the short article. Almost as if on cue, Lena's phone began to buzz on the desk beside the newspaper and the brunette's head snapped towards it immediately. Your name appeared across the screen as the device vibrated rhthmically, which Lena allowed it to do for several seconds before sending you to voicemail.

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Lena spent the next five hours throwing herself into the work of cleaning up the rest of the mess that had caused her and a majority of her department heads to work until almost midnight the night before. Then, she gathered her things and exited her office to thank the employees she had called in for working on a Saturday before releasing them to enjoy what was left of their weekends.

As Lena returned to her desk to retrieve her jacket and phone, she noticed yet another notification with your name on it waiting for her on her lockscreen. You hadn't tried calling or texting again after leaving a voicemail that Lena had decided not to listen to until she got home, but the brunette didn't have the luxury of work to distract herself now. So, she quickened her pace just enough to reach her desk in time to catch you on the last ring.

"Y/N."

"Lena, hi-"

You sounded surprised (and also maybe a little scared), and the corners of Lena's mouth twitched upwards into the hint of a smirk.

"-sorry if I'm interrupting work. I just wanted to apologize for not getting back to you last night. Hope you didn't end up working too late."

"Oh, how kind of you to worry. I don't think I was out nearly as late as you, so I should be the one calling on you I suppose."

The line went silent for a few tense moments and Lena pulled her phone back to make sure she hadn't dropped your call.

"Lena, you should know as well as anyone how the press makes mountains out of mole hills. I can assure you I did nothing more than catch up with an old friend from college. Who is married by the way. And a man."

Lena felt her bristling demeanor soften as she considered the possibility that you were telling the truth. You were right about one thing without a doubt - she knew how the press could twist one well-timed photo into a front page article.

"So, you weren't scoping out National City's finest and I'm coming across as an insecure bitch?"

"Just the first part. Any chance you'd be free for brunch tomorrow before I head home? My buddy is in trouble with his wife for being out so late with me and I promised to attend dinner at their place to help with his apology tonight."

Lena crossed her arms and bit her lip in a failed attempt to hide the smile forming, despite the fact that you weren't even there to see it. She felt foolish for being so quick to assume the worst, and for how quickly she was smitten with you again now that it was clear your transgressions from the previous night had only occurred in her head.

"Brunch sounds great. I'll text you the address to a good spot when I get home."

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"Can't wait. See you tomorrow, Lena."

Relief washed over you as you hung up the call and you let out a long sigh as you tossed the device onto the bed beside the suitcase that held your supplies. Now that the first harrowing ordeal of the day involving a Luthor was over, it was time to move on to the next one.

The mission for tonight was simple enough - get in, get the proof you needed that CADMUS was kidnapping Gotham residents, and then get back to Gotham and disperse it to the journalists at your disposal as quickly as possible.

Once the media picked up the story, you were counting on Supergirl and her team to handle the takedown and rescue mission. Admittedly, even breaking into CADMUS was a fair bit riskier than the typical vigilante work you kept yourself busy with in Gotham. You were just hoping that you could get in and out with the proof that you needed without anyone noticing.

As the afternoon ticked by and the sun slowly began descending towards the western skyline of National City, you rehearsed scenario after scenario in your head as you changed into your disguise and armed yourself to the teeth with weapons, sensory-enhancing technology, and a few smoke grenades in case things went south. Thankful that it was winter, you pulled a long coat on to hide your outfit for the walk out of the hotel to the car you had rented. A bundle of nerves wound itself up and settled in your gut like a lead brick as you stuffed your phone in your pocket and left to make your way down to the lobby.

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Well, fuck.

That's all you could think to yourself as you watched the blonde in the fluttering red cape creep silently down the dark hallway ahead of you. Everything had gone according to plan since you had managed to slip past the easily-distracted guards that had manned the gates to the makeshift CADMUS compound. At least, until a few minutes ago when you had realized Supergirl was also sneaking around the building with you.

Aware that the superhero would hear you breathing if you got too close, you hung back until she had reached the end of the hallway and turned the corner to resume your slow, silent journey. If your footsteps or breathing didn't give you away, the way your heart was hammering in your chest was sure to attract the Kryptonian's attention. You weren't necessarily sure what she'd do if she realized you were there, but something told you she wouldn't find it entirely helpful.

"And who do we have here?"

A sudden and chillingly familiar voice pulled you out of your racing thoughts and you whirled around in a crouched position to see none other than Lillian Luthor standing at the other end of the hallway with a handgun trained on you. Based on the way her eyes didn't leave yours, you wagered she hadn't seen Supergirl round the corner ahead of you.

"You'll have to forgive me, it's a little tough to keep up with all of the so-called heros nowaways. Though I must say, I'm a bit impressed that someone who hasn't even made it into my radar was able to sneak their way in here," she continued, walking closer to where you knelt on the floor.

"Lillian!"

Supergirl's voice echoed down the hall from behind you and you thanked your lucky stars that she had still been close enough to hear the conversation.

"Drop the gun."

"Supergirl? You're here too? Is this your new little sidekick?" Lillian asked, her nose wrinkling in disgust at the sight of the Kryptonian. Much to your disappointment, she did not lower the weapon in her hands.

"I'm gonna be honest, I have no idea who this is. But I'd still prefer you not shoot them," Supergirl replied, her voice growing louder as she neared the two of you. As cheesy as you found the whole "Super" schtick at times, you sure were glad she had crashed your mission now.

The sense of security you felt from her intervention was about to be short-lived, unfortunately.

"I'm sure they'd prefer that too," Lillian chuckled, returning her gaze to you. "Too bad."

The sound of the gun going off and the impact from the bullet happened so quickly that you didn't even have time to brace yourself before you slammed backwards into a crumpled position.

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10:15

Lena watched the clock on her phone as another minute ticked by without any sign of you. Blinking back tears as soon as she felt them starting to sting in her eyes, the brunette pulled a few bills out of her wallet and placed them on the table as she rose to leave the crowded restaurant she now felt foolish for showing up to. As soon as she got outside, Lena tapped your name from her contact list and raised the phone to her ear.

As the CEO paced up and down the sidewalk outside of the restaurant, she felt herself grow angrier and angrier as your phone continued to ring and ring before inevitably inviting her to leave a message. She was just about to give up after her third attempt when the ringing cut off and an unexpected, but familiar voice filled her ear.

"Lena?"

"Kara?" Lena's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as her brain struggled to come up with a logical explanation for Kara answering your phone. "Why do you have Y/N's phone?"

"I, um, do you remember that story I was working on at the beginning of last month about that Gotham city vigilante?"

"Yes, Kara, I already know about all of that, and I am sorry for not telling you when I found out but I'm sure you can understand someone keeping a secret about someone else's identity. Is Y/N okay?"

"Oh! Well, that saves me some explaining. In the interest of keeping this short, Y/N crashed a DEO mission to re-capture your mother last night and unfortunately, she ran into Lillian. She shot her as a distraction to make her escape, and it was pretty bad."

"What do you mean, 'pretty bad'?"

Lena knew she should also be asking about her mother's whereabouts, considering she was certainly on the top of Lillian's shit list. The brunette broke into a jog as she made her way down the sidewalk to where her driver had managed to find a parking spot earlier.

"It was...touch and go there for a minute. She was in surgery for most of the night, but Alex says she's stabilized and will probably wake up soon. It'll be a while before she's on her feet again, but the medical team seemed optimistic in the long run."

"I'm on my way down," Lena told Kara firmly, before briefly holding the phone to her shoulder as she slid into the back of her town car and gave her driver the address to the DEO.

"Okay, I'll come to the front and meet you."

Lena hung up without bothering to respond to Kara's confirmation and settled in for what was sure to be an unbearably long ride across town. A wave of guilt rolled over the businesswoman as she recalled how angry she had been with you just minutes ago for not showing up. Lena had spent more time thinking about you since her trip to Gotham than she cared to admit, even to herself. Seeing your name on her phone had quickly become one of the highlights of her day, so much so that she had to silence your notifications during work because she became so distracted.

Lena spent the majority of the 40 minute drive trying unsuccessfully to fight off her brain's steady attempts to help her come to terms with the feelings that had been brewing since your first encounter with her. By the time her town car pulled up in front of the DEO's National City headquarters, the brunette felt like her was about to explode.

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Kara was in the process of checking her phone for the sixth time in less than 10 minutes when her ears picked up the faint sounds of your sheets rustling. The blonde was quick to slip her phone into the hidden pocket in the latest Super suit Lena had made for her before your eyes fluttered open, unaware that Lena had hidden an identical one in the outfit that the DEO's medical team had cut off of your the night before.

"Hey, you're awake. Perfect timing," she said, watching as your eyes scanned the room in sleepy confusion before they finally met her own. "Any chance you remember why you were sneaking around Lillian's lair last night?"

"I could ask you the same thing," you responded hoarsely, and the Kryptonian's eyes narrowed enough for you to continue with an actual answer. "I was following some leads on missing Gotham scientists. Lillian was having them kidnapped to work on something for her. Not sure what. I was hoping if I got some proof and ran a few stories through my journalists, someone like you might take it from there and get them out."

The superhero looked taken aback by your answer, clearly unaware that Lillian had been sourcing unwitting participants into her latest CADMUS plot.

"That's good to know, thanks," she nodded curtly, somewhat embarrassed for having assumed you were just brazenly planning on trying to take down Lillian by yourself as an amateur vigilante. "I guess it's a little late to be asking, but how're you feeling?"

"I've been better, but I suppose I'm probably lucky to be alive, so I won't complain. Where are we, by the way? If this is your secret lair, consider me impressed it has it's own medical wing."

"More like the government's secret lair," Kara responded, her bristling demeanor fading. "Unfortunately, that's about all I can say about that without getting you several levels of clearances. Speaking of, you have a visitor on the way that should be here any second, so I'm going to have to go escort her down here."

A visitor? You frowned in confusion, struggling against the painkillers in your system to figure out who she meant as the Kryptonian made her way towards the door to your room.

"Lena?" you finally blurted out, just as she was about to leave. Kara turned around and nodded, a curious look on her face.

"Uh huh. You had three missed calls from her, and Lena's become a good friend of mine so I figured it was better to pick up than to leave her hanging."

The panic that had surged in your chest at the thought of Lena assuming you had stood her up began to settle and you breathed out a sigh of relief.

"I appreciate that, thank you. You didn't happen to mention where we were last night, did you?"

Suddenly, the superhero's expression dropped and her eyes once again narrowed on you suspiciously. The brief feeling of relief from seconds earlier slipped away as she took several steps back towards your bed.

"You know, as one of Lena's close friends, I'd sure hate to think someone was getting close to her for information about her family."

"What? No!" you shook your head earnestly at the accusation. "Listen, I didn't even know about Lillian targeting Gotham scientists until weeks after Lena and I first...met."

"Just seems like a coincidental time for you to enter her life, that's all. Considering I've never heard her mention you-"

The blonde's skeptical response was cut short by the sound of her phone going off and she huffed in frustration, clearly having wanted to continue her interrogation.

"We'll pick this conversation up again later."

Before you could protest again, the Kryptonian had disappeared in a blur of red and blue out of the room. Despite the insulted feeling her accusations had left you with, you couldn't exactly blame her for pointing out the obvious connection. Your stomach churned as you wondered if she would fill Lena in on her theory before you got the chance to speak to her yourself.

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Your anxiety was well-deserved, because Kara barely let Lena get past the DEO's security check-in before she mentioned how suspicious it was that someone new in her life coincidentally happened to be investigating CADMUS.

"What are you trying to say here? That Y/N has been sniffing around me for information I don't have about my mother?"

"Listen, Lena, I think you should just consider the possibility that your new little vigilante friend might have had ulterior motive-"

"I'm going to stop you right there, because the way you said vigilante was completely uncalled for, especially when you yourself started out as exactly that," Lena interrupted, careful to keep her voice low as the two of them made their way towards the DEO's medical area.

"Okay, that's fair. I'm sorry," Kara admitted, her own voice softening as she considered the truth of Lena's statement.

"And, for the record, Y/N's never asked about my mother or CADMUS, and she's not my friend. I met her at the beginning of last month when I went to that conference in Gotham and we...well, I don't know what exactly we are, but it's certainly not 'friends'."

Lena crossed her arms and stared at the ground as she and Kara came to a stop outside the entrance to your room. Her burning need to defend you from Kara's accusations had brought more out than she planned on revealing.

"Oh! Well, that is certainly new information..." Kara stammered, her suspicions now long forgotten. Although she and Lena were close, it wasn't often that the CEO spoke about her love life and Kara had always just kind of assumed that thanks to her family, Lena was too closed off to have one. "I'm sorry for making this more stressful on you. I'm gonna go find Alex and give you two some privacy."

"Thanks," Lena nodded, "and it's okay. I know you're just trying to look out for me and I'll always appreciate that."

Kara smiled and gave her friend's shoulder a gentle squeeze before turning to speed down the hall. Lena stared in the direction she had headed for several moments, now somewhat hesitant to see you despite how excruciatingly long the drive across town had felt. The brunette took a deep breath and tried to ignore the fact that her hands were trembling before forcing herself to step into your room.

Sorry to end it there but I kind of wanted to leave potential for a part 3! :)

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Have you seen Severance? If so, would you write for Helly R?

Yes & yes!

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No worries! Can I request (unless you've done this before) JJ and/or Emily finding out you've been in the hospital from an accident (you can decide what the accident is or leave it vague) and just them helping you settle back into normal life. Kinda vague and weird request but there it is? Thanks!

"You ready to get out of here?"

You looked up from your phone and nodded at the nurse that had just popped into the hospital room that had been your home for the last two weeks.

"I thought you'd never ask," you replied, managing a smile despite the way it made your face ache. It had been 15 days since you woke up back in Virginia after a nasty collision with an unsub had sent your SUV through a guardrail and down an embankment into a shallow stream. At least, that's what they told you happened. The last thing you remembered was getting in your vehicle to chase the man down after he managed to escape the house the team had been closing in on and hop into his truck.

"That pretty blonde is waiting at the entrance for you, so we better hurry before someone starts honking at her," the older woman joked as she rolled a wheelchair over beside your bed. As she pressed the button to lower your hospital bed, you braced yourself for the pain that would undoubtedly come with transferring yourself into the chair.

"Ready?"

You nodded at her question and slowly began scootching yourself to the side of the bed, grunting a bit with every effort you made to get there. Despite the effort you had been putting in to follow your recovery instructions, your mobility was limited at best and every movement came with a price. As the nurse steadied you, you paused for a moment to catch your breath before putting your weight on your "good" leg and shifting over to the wheelchair.

"Shit," you breathed out as you sank uncomfortably into the chair. "That fucking sucked."

"Oh how I'll miss that coloful language of yours," she laughed behind you and reached down to unlock the brakes.

"I'm sure," you replied.

The two of you continued to chat as she rolled you down the hall and into the elevator that would take you to the lobby. You had only been outside once since waking up there, and you found yourself growing impatient to breathe the fresh air again as the elevator stopped every so often to allow medical staff and their patients on and off.

"Alright Agent Y/N, here we are," your nurse announced as the elevator finally reached the lobby. As the doors slid open, you immediately caught sight of JJ's car parked just outside the set of sliding glass doors by the admission station. "I certainly hope I won't have to see you here again any time soon."

"That makes two of us. Thank you for taking such good care of me while I was here, and for the extra puddings," you chuckled. As the sliding glass doors opened, JJ hopped out of her driver's seat and rounded the car to open the door for you.

"Hey," she said, doing her best to ignore the urge to ask your nurse if she was certain you were okay to leave. "Ready to go?"

"You bet."

After another painful series of maneuvers and a fair amount of curse words on your behalf, you managed to get settled in the passenger seat of JJ's car and caught your breath and she and your nurse loaded the wheelchair into her trunk. Grateful for the cool breeze that cooled your sweat soaked forehead, you rolled the window down and closed your eyes as JJ got back into the driver's seat and started the engine.

"You okay?" she asked, glancing over at you before pulling towards the parking lot exit.

"Mhmm," you affirmed. "Just catching my breath and enjoying the fact that I'm outside. Thank you for coming to get me."

"Of course. I figured you'd need someone to help you get around for a while, so I took the rest of this week off too."

You opened your eyes and turned away from the window to look at her in a mix of surprise and relief. Though you wouldn't admit it, you were worried about how well you'd be able to get around your apartment without her help if she was gone throughout the day.

"I appreciate that, and I promise to loan you back some PTO once mine starts building up again...so like next year, at the earliest."

JJ laughed and you relished the sound, having barely heard it since your accident. She had been worn down by worry since pulling up to the broken guardrail and seeing your smashed SUV sitting in the stream down below, and even seeing you awake after your surgeon's assurances to her that things had gone well hadn't fully squashed her concern.

"Don't mention it. I could use the break myself, and I have about a million rom-coms to show you while you're my captive-er, I mean my patient."

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Do you happen to write for the witcher?

no im sorry, i haven't seen it :(

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Awesome! May I request; Rhaenyra names you her personal guard after you impress her when you best Daemon is a sparring match?

Daemon would never admit it, but for a brief moment at the end of the sword fight that had erupted between the two of you, he was scared you were going to pierce him straight through the middle. That moment of fear may have been what finally caused him to slip, as he hesitated on a block just enough for you to catch his sword against yours at an angle that forced his wrist backwards until he could no longer hold onto his weapon. As the sound of Dark Sister clattering to the ground echoed throughout the Great Hall of Dragonstone, you held your own blade steadily out towards the platinum-haired price's neck.

"Well done," he said, though his tone was far from congratulatory. "Your fighting style is...untraditional. Who trained you?"

"Thank you, My Prince. My late father, a blacksmith from the Riverlands, provided his services to knights in exchange for lessons in swordfighting," you explained, sheathing your sword as Daemon retrieved his own from the floor. "He then passed those lessons onto me, but I have no way of knowing how accurate he was in relaying their instructions."

"I see," he grunted, returning Dark Sister to the sheath on his hip and narrowing his gaze on you. Before he could say the next thing on his mind, Rhaenyra's voice cut through the tense moment of silence.

"What was it you said your name was?" she asked, beckoning you to come closer to where she stood at the top of the raised platform upon which the throne of Dragonstone sat. Your eyes lingered on Daemon's before you turned to face your Queen, aware of the fact he was not the kind of man to let this slight against his pride go unchallenged for long.

"Y/N of House Y/N," you replied, grateful that your cheeks were already red from the match against Daemon. She was more stunning than you had imagined somehow, and your heart continued to hammer in your chest as if you were still swinging your sword and dodging blows. "As I said, I came here to offer you my sword, and certainly not to spy."

The rightful Queen cracked a small smile as her husband scoffed behind you and began descending the short staircase to where you stood.

"Well, Y/N of House L/N, after that fine display of skill, I admit I'd much prefer you as my personal guard," she proposed, arching an eyebrow as you stared back at her wide-eyed and surprised. "Would that satisfy your desire to serve?"

"Yes, My Queen, of course," you nodded immediately, somewhat surprised you were able to speak considering how shocked you were by her request. "I'd be honored."

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Loved the Daenerys oneshot! Even better than what I was thinking! Thank you

Thank you for the request! I’m glad you liked it :)

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Awesome! May I request; Telling Daenerys and her advisors that you're somehow (you can choose how) related to the late Arthur Dayne after Barristan Selmy comments you resemble members of House Dayne? If it's too specific feel free to say no or even if you just don't want to. Thanks in advance!

AN: I changed this up a bit by accident after misreading your message, but I hope you still like it anon!

"Lady Y/N? Her Grace urgently requests your presence in the Chamber of the Painted Table. If you would be so kind as to follow me, I can guide you up the tower?"

You glanced up from the book you had been studying in surprise, having not heard the servant girl approaching your chambers, and nodded. Rising from the table to follow her, you made a mental note of where you had left off reading & hoped you'd remember it by the time you came back. Between Cersei's threats and the looming danger in the North, your mind was split far too many ways lately.

"I suppose she didn't mention the reason for summoning me?" you ventured as the two of you began to climb the stairs towards the top of the Stone Drum. Your footsteps echoed loudly against the damp stone that made up the massive tower, and you were grateful that at least most of the torches were lit tonight. To put it lightly, you weren't used to these kinds of accomodations and the looming darkness of the castle made you more anxious than you cared to admit at night.

"No, I'm afraid she didn't. I did see that the Queen's advisors are there as well, so it must be important," the girl responded, glancing backwards to ensure you were still behind her. As the two of you made the rest of your way up in silence, you struggled to think of what the silver-haired queen could want with you at this hour. Perhaps some sort of mission?

"Here we are," the girl announced, snapping you out of your thoughts. "I'll wait here until you're ready to return to your chambers."

"Thank you," you said, then waited as the two guards stationed at the entrance to the chamber opened the doors for you. Candles lit the large room enough for you to make out the few individuals gathered at the far end of the carved table that had served as Daenerys's planning station since she arrived at Dragonstone. She was joined by Lord Tyrion, Ser Barristan, Missandei, Grey Worm, and Lord Varys tonight, and you couldn't help but feel anxious about the way all of them turned to stare once you entered.

"Y/N," Daenerys spoke first, her voice echoing off of the stone walls, "my apologies for calling upon you so late. Thank you for joining us despite the hour."

"No need to apologize, my Queen," you assured her. "How can I be of service?"

"Actually, Y/N, we have some news for you. I imagine as a bastard, you've often wondered about your ancestors?" Tyrion asked, grabbing a chalice from a nearby tray and filling it with wine. He extended it towards you, beckoning you over to join them. You nodded and took the cup as you reached the group.

"Well, thanks to Lord Varys, some new information has come to light recently. Are you familiar with Ser Arthur Dayne?" the man paused, sipping at his wine as he waited for your answer. When you shook your head, Tyrion continued.

"Ser Arthur served under the last Targaryen to rule Westeros, and was by all accounts one of the finest swordsmen of his time. At least, until he was struck down at the Tower of Joy by the late Ned Stark at the end of King Robert's Rebellion. Ser Barristan here knows many a descendant of House Dayne and could not help but notice upon your arrival that you bear a striking resemblance to them."

"Not to mention your obvious skill with a weapon," Lord Varys added with a small smile.

"Yes, that as well. As I said earlier, Lord Varys came across some...interesting information regarding your ancestry thanks to his connections in Kings Landing. I'll spare you the finer details, but as it so happens with so many young men before knighthood, Ser Arthur happened to frequent a brothel or two and, well. I imagine you can figure out the rest."

The room was silent aside from the fire crackling in the hearth behind the table as you struggled to process the information that had been thrown at you. Your mother, for the brief time that you had known her, had never given you so much as a hint of who your father was. Like most of the children of the women who worked in the brothels of King's Landing, you had accepted early on that you would certainly never know the answer to that question.

"Pardon my ignorance, but what exactly does this mean for me? Just because the man fathered me doesn't make me his rightful heir," you said finally, unable to figure out their motive in telling you all this. It was then that Ser Barristan spoke for the first time that night.

"I knew your father well. He and I served alongside one another under King Aerys and I believe if he had known of your existence, he would have ensured you were cared for. I also believe he would greatly admire the way you have followed in his footsteps and would have wanted you to have this." Ser Barristan turned to retrieve something from behind him, and your eyes widened as he produced a pale, glimmering longsword.

"This is the sword of House Dayne, forged from the metal of a fallen star," he said, rounding the table to hand over the weapon. "Your father named it Dawn, and it is now yours to wield."

"Thank you, Ser Barristan," you murmured, eyes fixed on the strange metal that made up the sword's blade.

Daenerys watched you look the weapon over in stunned admiration for several seconds before she cleared her throat to get your attention. Your head snapped up almost immediately, and you straightened up as she began to round the table to join Ser Barristan at your side.

"Ser Barristan and I both believe you are entitled to your father's name, especially as his only heir. Once I take the Iron Throne, you have my word that I will ensure no one ever refers to you as a bastard again. And if you wish it, we'll establish you with land and a keep to call your own after the fighting is over," she said, her voice strong and warm. If anyone else in all of the seven kingdoms had made those promises to you, you wouldn't have hesitated to laugh in their face. But Daenerys was different, and you grappled with the reality of what she was saying as you tried to formulate a response.

"Your Grace, thank you. I...I truly don't know what to say."

"I understand," Dany assured you, reaching out to squeeze your shoulder. "If you'd like to take the night to work through these revelations, I don't think any of us would think less of you for it. Grey Worm would like to learn a bit more about your sword technique in the morning however, so do try to get some rest."

"Of course, Your Grace," you nodded, glancing in Grey Worm’s direction to affirm you would oblige. "Thank you."

"Goodnight, Y/N of House Dayne!" Tyrion called after you as you left the table chamber.

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Hii!!! Just read the Lena Luthor x Reader🥹 you never disappoint! You have written it so well it kinda makes me want to ask for a part 2 because of it. Needed to touch grass after that smut, goddamn it was 🔥

Thank you so much for sharing it and doing my request. You’re the best!

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Thank you for the response & for the initial request! I can probably get a part 2 made, so if there’s anything you’d like to see in it let me know

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Confessing to Emily Prentiss how you feel after a near death experience?

"Y/N, what the hell are you doing out here?" Emily demanded, having finally found you in the parking lot by your car after searching the team's headquarters for the last 20 minutes. "Derek and I have been looking all over the place for you."

"I just needed some air," you replied. It wasn't totally a lie, though the whole truth would have gone something like, "I just needed some air because I was having a panic attack at the thought of starting a new case".

"You okay?" she asked, voice much softer now. Though the entire team had certainly been keeping an eye on you since you returned from your mandated time off that had resulted from a very, very close call in the field, Emily worried the most. As someone with a few very close calls of her own, she knew all about the worst parts of your job - the flashback, the nightmares, and the almost unshakeable feeling that it will happen again eventually.

"I should be," you muttered, crossing your arms and staring down at the pavement beneath your feet. "My shrink says I'm handling things well, if that counts for anything. I just...I don't know, I keep losing my breath when I think about going after another one."

The admission felt heavy as it left your lips and it took a lot of effort for you to eventually look back up at her.

"I know the feeling. In fact, I still get it sometimes whenever a case sounds a little too familiar," she confessed. "If you want to sit this one out, I can cover for you with the team. But if you want to come, I promise I've got your back. And so does the rest of the team."

Emily reached out to squeeze your arm and gave you a soft, reassuring smile.

"I know you do. The nurses told me you came and checked on me just about every day before I woke up. Thanks for that, by the way."

The brunette looked temporarily taken aback by your response and quickly tried to put together a response.

"No problem. We were all worried and I just wanted to make sure someone was there if there were any updates, you know?" she stammered out unconvincingly. The team was absolutely worried, but she had been absolutely terrified of losing you, and somewhat terrified at the feelings for you that your brush with death had brought to the surface.

"Still, it meant a lot to me to know that you were there. Should we head back inside?" you asked, tilting your head back towards the building. Emily nodded, grateful for the escape you were offering her from the current topic of conversation, and the two of you headed back towards the entrance.

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Arizona Robbins insisting you stay with her while you recover from a car accident?

"Good news!"

You looked up from your phone in surprise as Arizona popped through the doorway to the hospital room you had called home for the past two weeks. Setting the device aside, you reminded yourself to finish texting your sister back later and waited for her announcement.

"Owen and Amelia officially signed off on your discharge papers, which means you're going home today!" she said, holding the signed documents up excitedly.

"Really? They're finally going to unhook me from all this stuff?" you responded, gesturing to the IV and cluster of medical monitors sat next to your bed. The blonde nodded excitedly and set the papers in her hands down in the chair in the corner of the room so that she could start the process.

"There is one small condition though," the blonde began to explain as she went to work on the tubes and wires connecting you to the various medical gadgets that had tracked your vitals since the accident that had landed you there. "They said you have to stay with me for a bit, just in case you fall or have any trouble getting around."

"Arizona, did they actually say that or did you decide that? I'm sure I'll be fine at my place."

"Nope, those are super serious orders from two of this hospital's best doctors," she quipped. "Best not to question them though."

"Really, I don't want to impose. You've done enough for me since my wreck, plus I really need to get home to see my cat," you assured her. Noticing that she was about to take out your IV, you turned your head to the side to avoid seeing the needle.

"You won't be imposing, and Mr. Whiskers is already settled in at my place. I picked him up last night and brought him home with me last night after my last surgery."

Hearing the sound of the needle as it dropped into the sharps container, you turned back towards her and gave her a thankful smile.

"You really are the sweetest woman I have ever met," you said, watching as the compliment sent blood rushing to her cheeks. "Thank you for taking care of me."

"Don't even mention it," she said, taping a small piece of gauze where your IV had been inserted. "I have a few kiddos to check in on from yesterday, but after that I'll we can get going. See you in a bit."

The blonde leaned down to plant a quick kiss on your forehead before hurrying off to finish up her evening rounds.

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I’m not sure if your requests are open but uhmmm, can I request for a Lena Luthor x Reader where they are both CEO but reader is from Gotham (kinda like Bruce Wayne but with less tragedy, simply just wanna help tho they did become a vigilante). They met in a bar after some conference in Gotham (she needed all the drink especially when they snide and be ahole towards her bc of what happened with Lex) Anyway, unbesknown to Lena who the reader is until they brought her to their apartment. Lena snooped when they woke up and yk saw this and maybe partnership then become something more? Smut if you’re confortable with it? Tbh im rambling but yeah😅

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"Ms. Luthor?"

Lena looked up from her phone to see a fresh drink in front of her at the bar and arched an eyebrow at the man who had delivered it.

"Compliments of your friend at the end of the bar," he explained, nodding to his left. Lena's gaze ventured in that direction, scanning down the line of distracted conference-goers until she finally locked eyes with you.

"Oh God," the CEO muttered to herself and forced a smile. Truth be told, she wasn't sure she had the energy to navigate this encounter after the last 24 hours. The conference had been a minefield of questions and sneering comments regarding her brother and, even worse, her mother at times. Lena had forced herself to come, mostly to spare anyone else at L-Corp the treatment she was getting, but had already debated finding a redeye back to National City several times that evening.

Lena braced herself as you stood up from your barstool and started weaving your way towards her through the crowd of folks desperately trying to network with one another. You had quite a reputation amonst the high society members in Gotham, and word traveled to National City every so often regarding your most recent escapades and scandals. When you weren't busy greenlighting exposés about Gotham's most famous (and infamous) residents or breaking the latest story about the up and coming vigilante that had recently captured the media's attention, you were known to frequent many a nightclub throughout the entertainment district.

"Lena Luthor," you said, stretching out your hand as you finally reached her. "I was hoping I'd run into you this weekend."

"Is that so?" Lena responded cautiously, well aware that you were not above using this conference to gather intel for the team of ruthless journalists at your disposal. "I hate to disappoint, but I'm absolutely off the record for the next 48 hours."

"That's smart - I wouldn't trust any of the slimeballs attending this thing either," you said, ignoring the several dirty looks from the men to your left that had overheard the comment. A grin crossed your features as Lena chuckled at the remark. "I was hoping you'd accept my invitation to blow off a little steam and let me show you around a little. You are a guest in our city, after all."

Lena reached for her drink and sipped it to buy herself enough time to think of a response. Despite your reputation, she really hadn't expected you to be this forward. And although she was fairly certain your motives couldn't be that altruistic, she didn't sense the same disdain from you that she had felt from the rest of "Gotham's Finest".

"I'm not quite sure I'm up for a night on the town, Y/N. Although I do very much appreciate the offer."

"Come on, you really don't want to blow off this sausage fest?" you groaned, once again catching the attention of the conference-goers beside you. This time however, you noticed and shot a glare back at them before locking your eyes back on Lena.

"Fine," she sighed in defeat, then downed the rest of the drink you had bought her with a grimace. "Although I have a feeling you're up to something."

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Lena wasn't sure if it was the alcohol, the nearly deafening music, or the flashing lights at the nightclub you had brought her to, but it wasn't long before she dropped her defenses and allowed you to lead her out onto the crowded dance floor. For the first time in a long time, Lena found herself unconcerned with whether or not anyone was staring at her or whispering something about. Instead, she enjoyed the blissful anonymity the club offered and the lingering effects of the joint the two of you had shared on the ride over in your town car.

At first, the two of you traded off dancing with the endless rotation of club-goers in your vicinity. It was only after Lena left to grab another round of drinks and returned to see a rather enthusiastic young woman practically wrapping herself around you that the energy shifted. As the two of you locked eyes, you smirked and arched an eyebrow. The dark-hared CEO's gaze hardened as she weaved her way closer and closer, watching the way your hands gripped the other woman's hips and helped to guide her movements.

"Mind if I cut in?" Lena's voice was just barely audible above the music, but her expression got the message across loud and clear. Your dance partner disappeared into the crowd with a reluctant parting glance your way, but you had already fixed your eyes back onto Lena.

"Thanks," you mouthed, taking one of the drinks from her hand and gulping at least half of it down. By the time you lowered your head and swallowed the overpriced whiskey and Coke, Lena had dropped her last bit of restraint and closed the distance between you.

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The rest of the night escalated quickly between the two of you and it wasn't long before you were on your way back to your apartment, struggling to keep your hands off of one another in the back of the town car that had dropped you off. As the drive finally turned down your street and began approaching your block, you used one hand to fish your keys and a few hundred dollar bills out of your pocket.

"Take tomorrow off, Jim," you said, glancing at your driver apologetically. You separated yourself from Lena's touch just long enough to place the money in the passenger seat. "Sorry for the late night."

"Thank you, Ms. Y/L/N, it was no trouble at all. Have a good rest of your evening," the man responded, knowing the two of you would likely scramble out of the back before he could get around to open the door for you. To his credit, the moment the car came to a stop you did exactly that. Jim watched until the two of you made it safely into the ritzy apartment building, then pulled away to begin his well-deserved time off.

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To be honest, you had already considered the night a success by the time you were turning the key in your apartment door. Although your status and reputation with a fair amount of women in Gotham certainly gave you reasons to be confident, you had not deluded yourself into thinking Lena Luthor would fall for the same song and dance just as easily. You were just hoping to crack the first few lines of defense to see what was laying beneath that oh-so-serious exterior.

"Well, this is it," you announced, opening the door into the large condo that you had called home for the past year. Although the dwelling was by no means modest at first glance, the real main attraction was the spacious vault below the living space.

"Very...dark," Lena noted, glancing around at the lavish, dimly-lit space. "And somehow exactly what I was expecting."

"Oh, does that mean you've imagined me bringing you back to my apartment, Ms. Luthor?"

Lena's cheeks burned at the teasing accusation and she suddenly felt very, very self-conscious under your gaze. Despite the alcohol in her system, she was clear-headed enough to know that she had broken just about every rule she had set for herself before coming to Gotham yesterday. And now here she was, alone with you in your apartment, trying to ignore the subtle heat throbbing between her legs.

"No comment," the brunette responded, knowing you had probably heard that at least once a day your entire adult life. "Besides, you're the one who approached me tonight. I planned on turning in early and ordering room service at the hotel."

"I did, didn't I? Well, what can I say?" you shrugged, turning towards the hallway that led to your den. "I have a hard time not going after what I want, if you couldn't tell."

Lena followed you down the hall, fighting the burning feeling in her cheeks once again because of your words. For someone who spent a majority of her time in boardrooms verbally sparring with others, she was having a hell of a time keeping up with this conversation. Not wanting to give you the satisfaction of seeing her sputter for a response, the CEO decided to use your blunt approach right back at you.

"And what is it exactly that you want from me?"

"Oh, that's easy. I wanted to see what was behind that tough Luthor exterior that everyone else seems so threatened by. After so many years hearing the rumors and reading the headlines, I just needed to see it for myself," you said, reclining into a nearby sofa. Lena felt something twinge in her stomach as you stretched out and your shirt lifted slightly, exposing your hips. She froze for a second as her brain debated sitting beside you or following the more carnal urge she felt to climb on top, pin you down, and wipe that stupid smirk off your face.

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"

That was the smart-ass straw that broke the camels back that night. Lena closed the distance between the two of you faster than you were expecting, and for the first time all night she finally got the upper hand, albeit only for a brief moment. Her lips crashed against yours, needy and desperate from the tension that had been building since the two of you left the conference hotel hours earlier. You met her with equal intensity after the few seconds of shock passed and just as she settled into her spot on your lap, you made your move and flipped the two of you so that she was underneath.

"Fuck," Lena gasped as you pinned her against the sofa and hovered over her, watching her reaction to the surprise change in position. Something about the way she was looking back up at you let you know that your gut feeling had been right - Lena Luthor, despite all her prowess and reputation, had quite a submissive side.

"I always wondered what you would look like from this angle," you mused, cupping her face in one of your hands and tracing your thumb lightly across her cheek. To her credit, Lena forced herself to hold your gaze despite the way it was making her heart hammer in her chest. Testing the waters, you briefly brushed her bottom lip with her thumb and watched as her mouth opened slightly in response.

"Good girl," you encouraged her, then sunk your teeth into your bottom lip as she opened and wrapped her lips around your thumb, tongue swirling against it inside her mouth. God, she was good with her mouth.

Removing your hand, you leaned down to kiss her again, reveling in how easily her lips moved in sync with yours and the sound of her heavy breathing in the dark room. As another minute or so passed, her hips pressed up against yours in a desperate bid for pressure in the place she wanted it most. And while it wasn't usually in your nature to give into things so easily, there was something about Lena that made you feel uncharacteristically desperate to please. When she reached up to guide your hand towards the zipper on the side of her dress, you didn't bother making her say "please" before undoing it and helping her to free herself from the designer garment.

"God damn," you muttered breathlessly, eyes surveying the newly exposed porcelain skin. "Look at you."

"Your turn," she challenged, staring up at you expectantly. If you hadn't taken quite so many shots back at the club, you might have remembered to make up an excuse for keeping your shirt on to hide the recent evidence of one of your vigilante escapades. Unaware that Lena could now see the half-healed bruises that marred your torso, you shrugged your dress-shirt off and tossed it to the side. It wasn't until you noticed her eyebrows furrow in confusion that you realized your careless mistake.

"Oh, these? I started taking some self-defense classes last month and as you can see, I have a bit to learn," you explained quickly, hoping that Lena was distracted enough by your body not to question it. To your relief, she seemed to accept the explanation easily enough once you started unbuckling your belt.

"I suppose I'd probably be interested in self-defense classes too if I lived in Gotham," she replied and sat forward on the couch. Goosebumps rose across the bruised flesh on your stomach as her fingertips brushed the skin above the waistband of your underwear. "Need some help with these?"

You nodded and allowed her to slowly slide the briefs down your legs to the floor. What you were not expecting was for her to follow, positioning herself on her knees at your feet. Her hands trailed back up your legs slowly, coming to rest on your hips. You didn't know it, but Lena was practically salivating at the thought of what you would taste like and what kind of noises you might make if she leaned in and flicked her tongue between your legs. Despite how badly she wanted to see that reaction for herself, the brunette forced herself to settle with a few light kisses on your inner thigh to start with.

Even that got quite a reaction out of you, and the CEO couldn't stop a smile from spreading across her lips as your eyes fluttered shut and your jaw clenched. As she worked her way closer to your groin, she felt the muscles in your legs tighten in anticipation and savored the reaction the way she had savored you calling her a good girl earlier. Your hips rolled forward as she finally pressed her lips against your cunt and sucked your clit into her mouth.

"Fuck, Lena," you groaned, one hand coming down to brace yourself on her shoulder while the other tangled itself in her hair. Her tongue found a slow, steady rhythm as it slid back and forth across your clit and you were powerless to stop your hips from thrusting forward to meet each stroke. "Oh my God, you feel so fucking good."

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe the sheer fact that you had one of the most powerful women in National City down on her knees for you, but it wasn't long before you were struggling to keep your legs from buckling.

"I'm close," you panted out, bucking against her desperately as she lapped between your legs. Her pace didn't falter despite the way the string of moans that followed the admission made her ears burn. Lena's hands slipped from your hips to your ass, massaging the soft flesh and guiding your movements against her as you started to climax. Her green eyes glanced upwards to study your features as a string of nearly incoherent curse words spilled from your lips, intermixed with your ragged breathing.

Lena leaned back to rest on her heels, knees burning from kneeling on the hardwood floor, and wiped her mouth as you opened your eyes and fought to catch your breath. Despite the way your legs still quivered from the aftershocks of the orgasm she had just given you, you pulled the woman to her feet and kissed her, tasting yourself on her swollen lips.

"What do you want?" you murmured, pulling back just enough to utter the question. Lena looked hesitant for a moment, as if she knew the answer but didn't want to admit it. You waited, watching her squirm at the idea of having to vocalize her desire.

"Do you have a strap?" she asked finally, her voice low and slightly raspy from having to shout over the deafening music at the club.

"I do," you nodded, trailing a few of your fingertips up and down her side. Despite how dark the room was, you swore you saw her pupils dialate at the answer. "What exactly do you want me to do with it?"

She huffed in a mix of frustration and embarrassment, but the gnawing desire in her groin was too much to bear.

"I want you to fuck me, please," she hissed, practically dizzy to feel you inside her.

"That's all I needed to hear. I'll be right back," you relented, satisfied with her answer. Leaving her in the den, you took your time on the way to your bedroom and used it as an opportunity to fully catch your breath. The adrenaline flooding your system tonight was better than anything a night fighting crime in Gotham could compare to, and you did your best to keep your hands from shaking as you rooted through your nightstand drawers for your harness and a bottle of lube.

Well aware that Lena was perceptive enough to notice you fumbling with the straps, you saved yourself the embarrassment and elected to put the harness on in your bedroom before heading back to the den. As you rounded the corner in the hallway that led you back to her, you caught sight of the way she had already positioned herself for you on the couch and your pulse began to race again.

"You desperate little thing," you teased, admiring the way she looked on her hands and knees, back arched for you. She had also shed her underwear, allowing you to see all of her for the first time. Lena didn't turn her head back to look at you, but you noticed the muscles in her arms flexing in anticipation as you came to a stop behind her.

Lena stifled a moan as you kneeled behind her on the couch and reached around to shove a hand between her legs. She was practically dripping for you, heat radiating from the slick folds as you rubbed her clit in circles.

"Y/N," she whimpered, grinding back against your hand and feeling the tip of your strap-on poking against her entrance. Rather than beg, Lena reached back with her hand and guided the toy into herself as you watched in a mix of amusement and pure arousal. Too turned on to deny her any longer, you gently thrust into her and then paused, allowing her a moment to adjust.

Lena gasped as you entered her fully, dropping down onto her forearms and sinking her nails into the fabric of the couch.

"Oh my God," she whimpered, grinding back against you and the toy. The brunette bit into her bottom lip so hard she tasted blood to stop herself from saying anything else as you started to thrust in and out of her. She managed to contain herself at first, but as your pace quickened and each stroke felt deeper than the last, her last bit of restraint melted and her moans echoed off of the walls of the den. Eventually, her hand replaced your own between her legs and she rubbed her clit in furious circles as your hips slammed against her ass relentlessly.

"Harder," Lena choked out between sounds of pleasure. Always happy to oblige that request, you snagged a throw pillow from nearby and shoved it under her hips. The heiress hardly had time to react before you you drove her down flat against the cushions, pinning her to the couch beneath you with renewed vigor. Her free hand reached around to grasp at you, fingernails digging into the flesh on your forearm as you buried yourself into her over and over again.

"Oh my God, please don't fucking stop," she choked out, burying her face into the expensive sofa to stifle a ragged series of moans. "I-I think I'm going to come."

"You're gonna come for me, huh? I better hear my fucking name when you do, Lena," you grunted, catching her by surprise with a quick smack across her ass.

"Mmhmm," she whimpered as her orgasm continued to build. "Fuck, I can't...I can't, oh my God, Y/N."

Seconds later, the dark-haired woman was unraveling beneath you, hips bucking wildly back against your own as her walls clenched around the strap-on. As the waves of pleasure slowly subsided, you waited for her grip to loosen on your arm before slowly pulling out of her and rising to your feet to free yourself from the harness.

"Goddamn," you panted, stepping out of the strap-on and setting it aside. "You are...something else, Lena Luthor."

The brunette rolled over, a bashful smile spreading across her flushed features as her chest continued to heave up and down.

"I could say the same thing about you," she replied, watching as you pushed your sweat-soaked hair back out of your eyes to see her better. As you did, she caught sight of a small tattoo on your wrist and as soon as you noticed, you felt your stomach lurch.

"What's that?" she asked, standing up off of the couch and reaching for the wrist you were now holding behind your back.

"Oh, that?" you stammered out, unable to hide the nerves in your voice. "Just a stupid little thing I got done with my roommates in college."

Lena didn't buy it for a second. She had spent almost an hour helping Kara pick through images of the Gotham vigilante for her article earlier in the week, and as a result, she knew damn well she had seen the same symbol poking out from under their sleeve in at least 4 different photos.

"Is that so? You know, I think one of your old roommates just might be the vigilante that's been running around lately. Is that why you started taking self-defense classes? Planning on joining her?"

"Fuck, fine, you caught me," you gave in, panic flooding your chest. Lena wasn't exactly the type of person you could bribe to keep a secret. "Please don't tell anyone. I'm still figuring this shit out and I just need a little time to work out the kinks-"

"Y/N, relax," Lena dismissed your concerns with a wave. "Remember what I told you earlier? Everything is off the record tonight. As long as I don't have to worry about you sharing anything about tonight, your secret is safe with me."

"Deal," you nodded eagerly.

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Ohmygod!!! Youre back🥹🫶🏻

ive missed yooooou

tysm!! Yes, I am back and will try not to go on anymore unannounced hiatuses

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You're in love with Emily but she doesn't know until you're injured protecting her from an unsub. The team (you can decide if it's one member or all of them) tells her when she asks why you would go to such an extreme 🥺 please and thank you

Adrenaline is a hell of a drug.

That's the only thought running through your mind as stared at your left leg and watched the ground around it turn red. Despite the fact that you knew you had been shot and had your eyes locked on the very clear evidence of that fact, the flood of epinephrine that coursed through your system was doing a very good job of blocking out the pain signals your nerves were no doubt desperately firing off.

"Y/N!"

Not even Emily's voice could break your gaze, nor could the several pairs of hands that started grabbing at you. It wasn't until someone started wrapping a belt around your thigh that the pain finally hit, hot and sudden.

"Fuck," you gasped, looking up to see Derek was the one tightening the makeshift tourniquet. Someone else was attempting to get you to lay back, and when they finally succeeded you realized it was Emily. She looked terrified, but she also wasn't hurt and that gave you some small sense of relief amidst the pain and fear.

All of the sounds surrounding you had started to blend together thanks to the amount of blood that had escaped before Derek had slowed the bleeding. Somewhere in the chaos of voices, you coud pick out JJ shouting orders at the unsub & sirens in the distance. You turned your head to try and see, but your vision was getting darker by the minute and you decided it was probably better to focus on breathing.

By the time the paramedics arrived and you felt more hands on you, you had lost the fight to keep your eyes open and Emily watched helplessly alongside the rest of the team as they loaded you onto a gurney and into the ambulance.

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"Why the fuck did she do that?" Emily blurted out finally, unable to stop herself now that it was just her and JJ left in the waiting room. Derek and Reid had just ventured down towards the cafeteria for some coffee, while Hotch had stayed behind at the scene to wrap things up with the local authorities.

"She's not a showoff," the brunette continued, "and it's not like I haven't found myself staring down an unsub with a gun before. I've never questioned her judgement before, but this? This was stupid and reckless and-"

"Emily," JJ interrupted, "no offense but I'm kind of questioning your judgement. One of the most respected agents in the BAU should probably be better at identifying motives."

"What do you mean?"

"Jesus, Em. Y/N clearly has feelings for you. That's why she stepped in."

Emily's eyes widened and JJ shook her head, mind-blown by how oblivious the woman was to something that had been evident to the rest of the team for months. The blonde had to wonder if Emily was just as oblivious to her own obvious feelings for you, but now certainly wasn't the time to pry. Instead, she rested her hand on top of the brunettes & gave it a reassuring squeeze.

"She'll be okay. But you two have to address this soon, cause if you don't...Reid's going to win the bet we all made at the end of the summer about whether or not one of you would say something."

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Addison Montgomery surprising you on your birthday while everyone else forgot?

As the day came to a close, you weren't necessarily surprised that none of your colleagues had remembered to tell you happy birthday. For one, you were one of the newest attendings at the hospital and as a result, you were still getting to know a fair amount of them. The other reason you weren't necessarily surprised was the fact that you honestly couldn't remember if you had even mentioned it to any of them in the last few days. The OR had been slammed all weekend and if you hadn't gotten a text from your hometown best friend that morning, you honestly might have forgotten yourself.

"Heading home?"

Addison's voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you extended an arm to hold the elevator door before it closed on her. She had an impressive reputation, and that fact alone would have made you nervous. The fact that she was one of the most gorgeous women you had ever seen...well, that definitely added to the anxiety swimming through your veins as the elevator doors shut.

"If I can escape the parking lot without my pager going off I am," you joked, running a hand through your hair nervously.

"Any birthday plans?" she asked, pressing the button for the lobby. Your eyebrows rose in surprise at the question and you shook your head sheepishly.

"No, unless takeout and hanging with my cat counts."

"It certainly does not, especially with so many fantastic restaurants in this city. If you'll allow me, I'd love to treat you to dinner to celebrate your first birthday in Seattle. Admittedly, I am starving so this is not en entirely selfless present."

Fuck. You were nervous enough being along in an elevator with this woman...how were you going to make it through an entire dinner? Despite the bundle of nerves that had quickly nestled in your stomach, you knew you had to say yes. When was an opportunity like this going to come around again?

"I would love that, and I am also starving so anywhere you pick will be good with me. Honestly, I don't think I could ask for a better companion for my first official birthday dinner in Seattle," you responded as smoothly as possible, desperately hoping she couldn't see how rattled the sudden invite had left you.

"Perfect, cause I already made us a reservation."

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I have a sorta specific request for either Emily or JJ from criminal minds. You're sorta new to the BAU and you end up getting sick while on a case, you don't hide being sick and do take care of yourself the best you can while still working you just don't want anyone to worry about you but E/JJ end up noticing and end up taking care of you? Kinda specific but I don't really like the whole "won't take medicine nor take care of themselves" trope. Thanks in advance! Or no worries if you don't want to write this!

Emily watched from a distance as you downed another round of DayQuil and shoved the bottle back into your bag. As hard as you had tried to fight it, the virus you had picked up at the start of the trip to Louisiana was taking it's toll. All of the vitamin C and other preventative measures had seemingly been for nothing, but she had to admit it was impressive how you were still managing to power through.

"How're you holding up?" she asked, entering your make-shift "office" in the corner of the small-town police station the team was temporarily operating out of.

"I am going to sleep for at least three days when we get home. Maybe four, but that might be considered a coma," you responded, voice raw from coughing. "How about you?"

"I'll probably just need a day and a half, two tops. You wanna head back to the hotel for the night? Garcia isn't going to have news until the morning, and we're kind of just spinning our wheels til then."

You nodded gratefully and stood, grabbing the bag stuffed with case files and cold medicine at your feet. Though you hadn't realized it, the two of you were the last ones left at the station. Emily knew part of the reason you were pushing yourself so hard was to impress the rest of the team, as this was your first official case with them since joining the BAU a few weeks prior. What Emily didn't know, was that you were also trying to impress her specifically, even if you weren't willing to admit that to yourself just yet.

"I'm not going to lie, I have taken enough cold medicine in the last 12 hours that I could be legally impaired at this point. Would you mind driving?" you asked as the two of you headed towards the single remaining black SUV in the parking lot. She chuckled and nodded, having already started searching her pockets for the keys.

"No worries, I was already planning on it. Also, totally won't judge you if you take a power nap on the way back. You have definitely earned one."

Grateful for the darkness, you blushed and felt your cheeks burn against the cool night air as you reached the passenger side door and got in. As she started the engine, the air that blasted from the vents blew a waft of her perfume towards you and you felt your stomach leap for a second. If you weren't so fatigued, you might have scolded yourself for how quickly you were developing a crush on your coworker. However, you were already drifting off after less than a minute of settling into your head and had no time to do so.

Emily, on the other hand, did not have the luxury of a nap to avoid the conflicting thoughts in her head. Had you not drifted off so quickly, you might have caught the glance she sent your way at the first red light she encountered, and how this time it was her that blushed.

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Can you do a Veronica lodge x Fem reader where y/n just found out she was Archie Andrews secret twin sister and she lives in cali with her mom so her mom and y/n go to meet Archie and then Veronica catches y/ns eye and y/n catches Veronica’s eye

"So, did you ever feel like you were missing something? You know, the twin connection thing?" Archie asked, staring across the table at you as he stirred his chocolate shake. Despite the fact that Pop's was packed tonight, nothing could distract him from studying your face. Despite being fraternal twins, he could see so much of himself in your features it was almost unnerving.

"I don't know. I mean, I get random pains every so often, so maybe that was you boxing this whole time? If so, we're going to have to revisit that," you joked. The nerves that had twisted your stomach in knots the entire trip from San Diego to Riverdale had disappeared practically the moment you and Archie met. Maybe it was the twin connection thing he mentioned, cause the two of you didn't have much in common in terms of hobbies.

You didn't catch what Archie said next, as an alluring figure sauntered through the entrance to the diner your newfound brother had insisted you visit. He noticed eventually that your eyes were no longer fixated on him and turned around to see what had distracted you so suddenly.

"Wow, we really are twins," he sighed in disbelief as he turned back around in the booth. "That is Veronica Lodge and believe it or not, I had almost the exact same reaction in the exact booth we're sitting in back in high school."

You finally managed to break your gaze away and bowed your head in disappointment.

"I just met you and we're already about to have our first fight."

"Relax" Archie chuckled, reaching for his milkshake again as you lifted your head. "She and I are old news. We can save the first fight for something bigger."

"In that case, care to introduce me?" You arched an eyebrow at him and then grinned as he started to slide himself out of the booth. A new rush of nerves hit your stomach as he crossed the diner to catch the brunette's attention and wave her over. This trip to Riverdale was already paying off, in more ways than one.

"Veronica, this is my twin sister, Y/N. There's quite a backstory there, as you can probably imagine. Y/N, this is-"

"Veronica Lodge," she interrupted your brother and outstretched her hand to shake yours. "It's very nice to meet you."

"Y/N is actually in town for a couple of days...I have some stuff to take care of tomorrow so she could probably use someone to show her around. Know anyone, Ronnie?"

You shot Archie a glance and made a mental note that subtlety was not one of his strong suits. Nevertheless, it paid off quickly and you couldn't knock him for that.

"I may know someone. Y/N, meet me here around 1 tomorrow for your official Riverdale tour."

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Babes, you do not understand the way I gasped when I saw that you were back! Welcome back, I’m so happy you have no idea <3

😭 tysm that is so sweet to say