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wizardofahz · 11 months

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Kindred Spirits, Part II

Fandoms: Supergirl, Nikita A/N: Kara Zor-El and Alexandra Udinov both had their lives turned upside down when they were about the same age, so I thought, what if I make them small and sad together? Continuation of Part I, but now with supermom Eliza. Content Warnings: Nikita-canon-typical mentions of suicidal thoughts and behaviors, drug use, non-consensual sex

Kara watches Eliza prepare breakfast before school.

She braces herself and then ventures tentatively, "I made a new friend."

"That's wonderful!" says Eliza, quickly laying down the fruit she'd been cutting. She turns to give Kara her full attention, beaming. "Is it one of your classmates?"

For most kids, that would probably be true, but Kara has been forging her own path on this planet. She knows Eliza hopes that one day she'll make human friends her age, but she's found more comfort and familiarity in strays like Streaky.

Sasha is human and her age, but she's not a classmate. It's hard to be someone's classmate from three thousand miles away.

Speaking of how she's been traversing those three thousand miles...

"Please don't be mad."

Eliza stiffens slightly, but she does a good job of masking her concern. When she speaks, her voice is calm, gentle even. "Why would I be mad?"

Kara takes a deep breath and then launches into her story. She's been back to visit Sasha a few times now. Each visit has shed more light on the horrifying situation Sasha and the other girls are in. It's impossible to keep the emotion out of her voice as she sees her own horror reflected back to her in Eliza's increasingly distraught expression.

To her credit, Eliza lets her get it all out before sighing, "Oh, Kara."

"I'll stop complaining about school," Kara promises vehemently. "I don't know how to fix this. I don't know how to fix Earth things. I know that now. I'll go to school, and I'll learn." She'll endure the inane math and science classes, the boring history classes, anything if it means she'll be able to help people like Sasha in the future. "Please. They need help."

...

Kara stands just to Eliza's left and holds out her arms.

"When I fly with Alex--I mean, when I flew with Alex, we would..."

Eliza notes the present tense slip up and knows she'll have to revisit it later, even if it does pale in comparison to what else has apparently been transpiring.

Jeremiah would put a stop to all of this immediately. Perhaps that's why she hasn't told him yet. Or perhaps, Eliza tells herself, he's already busy with the DEO and doesn't need anything else to worry about.

It's a flimsy excuse, but Eliza knows herself and she knows her daughter. Eliza can tell Kara not to go back, but that doesn't mean Kara won't. And as for Eliza herself, well, she won't be forgetting about those girls in a hurry.

With that in mind, Eliza settles into Kara's hold as she gently hovers above the ground to test Eliza's comfort level.

Then they're off.

It's her first time flying with Kara. Under different circumstances, she'd reflect on the absolute wonder of it. The view is spectacular, and when the wind is in danger of drying out her eyes, she closes them and revels in the feel of the wind against her skin.

And it's all courtesy of her daughter.

Flight. Super speed. Super strength. So many of Kara's powers on display.

But there's no time. Before long, Kara is landing them on the roof of their destination and gesturing for her to wait.

Kara has scoped out the building and the guards' schedules in advance, but she does a run through of the building now just in case. As much as this is a mission to save the girls, Kara has been adamant that Eliza's safety is also a top priority.

Tonight, most of the guards have been pulled away for something else. No one has been assigned in their place. The people in charge clearly found little threat in a bunch of drug-addicted girls with no where to go.

Eliza's here to make sure they have somewhere to go.

And that's only one of the many things they'll need help with.

Addiction treatment, trauma counseling, health check ups, social services (are they safe to go back to their families or did their families give them up), things Eliza's forgetting, things she'd never consider.

Because as much as she is the adult, as much as she's been a lifelong resident of this planet and this country, as much as she can be said to know more than Kara, she doesn't know enough.

When she meets the girls, the one thing she does know for certain is that she will absolutely be crying later.

...

Kara's new friend Sasha is Alexandra Udinov, the lost heiress to a billion dollar company called Zetrov.

At least, to the rest of the world, she is.

To Sasha, she is the lost daughter of parents who had been murdered in their home while it burned down around them. The only part of being an heiress that matters is that she will most likely be killed the moment she resurfaces.

Eliza's mind nearly crashes and burns because of course, of course life had yet another curve ball to throw her way.

And she finds out in perhaps the worst possible way.

Like Kara's earlier protectiveness, Eliza isn't helping the girls blindly. She can't forget that some of the girls have seen Kara use her powers. She can help the girls and investigate the potential threat level at the same time.

By Kara's account, only two of the girls have seen her use her powers. The first girl Kara saved poses no threat. Eliza can't deny that there's something horrifying and perverse in the relief that she was too high, too lost in her nightmare of a reality to remember anything.

Sasha is another story entirely. While Kara may have initially manifested herself as a hallucination with magical powers, her subsequent visits and Eliza's presence are proof that she's more than a heroin-induced fever dream.

Eliza can't help it. Her questions come out a little too pointed, a little too probing. Sasha picks up on the threat assessment, and she visibly retreats, understanding that being a threat to Kara has turned into a threat against herself.

Kara must have made quite the impression though, enough to make Eliza completely trustworthy by association, because Sasha offers up her own identity as collateral. She doesn't say the words, merely shows Eliza her father's watch, holding it out for Eliza to see but not far enough to hand it over, to risk giving it up.

The pieces of Eliza's heart, already broken by the tragedy around her, shatter. She takes in Sasha's hunched frame, terrified she made the wrong choice in trusting Eliza, and feels the oxygen in her blood transform into a self-loathing guilt as her vessels deliver it to every cell in her body.

It's no wonder, really, that Kara and Sasha had bonded so quickly--two girls whose worlds had burned down around them, families lost, and who now live in a world where revealing their real identities could only result in death or worse.

"Can I hug you?" Eliza asks.

Sasha's tiny frame trembles in her arms, unused to comfort after so many months and unsure if it's real.

"Oh, sweetheart," Eliza murmurs, and whatever walls Sasha valiantly tried to maintain dissolve now. Her muscles slacken, and the only movement comes from her lungs, heaving with sobs.

The thought of adopting Sasha passes through Eliza's mind.

She would probably need a new identity and papers, which is doable. They know a guy.

Goodness, she's starting to sound like some sort of career criminal.

"California woman convicted of serial child adoption," the headline would read.

But reality pops the idealistic dream forming in her head. Eliza still has to deal with Jeremiah. Alex has been handling the adjustment from only child to older sister admirably, but Eliza knows they can only ask so much of her. The steep increase from financially supporting one to three children cannot be ignored, not to mention the ever-growing dark cloud of external threats hanging over their heads.

Eliza clutches Sasha tighter and promises, swears to both Sasha and herself, that she'll figure something out.

#supergirl #kara danvers #eliza danvers #alex udinov #alexandra udinov #nikita #nikitatv #ahzy writes

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#crackship #crackship gif #Tom Cavanagh #Lyndsy Fonseca #Tom Cavanagh Crackship #Lyndsy Fonseca Crackship #Tom Cavanagh x Lyndsy Fonseca #Alexandra Udinov #Eobard Thawne #Reverse Flash #alex winslow #Nikita #The Flash #the flash oc #harrison wells

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xylena93 · 1 year

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#alexandra udinov #nikita

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loverdreamerlover · 7 months

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The first story I started out with 🤎

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itachi86 · 1 year

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alex really is batman the way she tricks sam

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— Nikita, “Self-Destruct”

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#billy russo #ben barnes #the punisher #alexandra udinov #alex udinov #nikitatv #lyndsy fonseca

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Nikita’s too smart. Your illusion won’t hold. Yes, it will. Because she so desperately wants it to. She’s longed for the end of this war for years.

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mrsreginagold · 1 day

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Fic: The Universe Must Have Divined This

Fandom: Nikita

Pairing: Ari Tasarov x Nikita Mears (Nikari)

Rating: R

Spoilers: Season 3 AU

Summary: As a thank you for saving his life, Ari invites Nikita over. Things escalate.

Author's Note: Soft, domestic Nikari (who also happen to be completely hot for one another) is my favorite Nikari. Also this fic marks the start of me including other characters from Nikita in more than a passing mention.

On AO3

The Universe Must Have Divined This

“It shouldn’t be this difficult to pick out a dress,” Nikita Mears muttered under her breath as she held up her sixth option for inspection.

It a was a rich, dark purple in color – the tone of royalty, she had read once – with a sweetheart neckline and flared skirt that she knew would accentuate her athletic form nicely. Yet: something about the choice still felt off.

“I’m telling you, go with the blue one,” Alexandra Udinov barely looked up from her magazine.

“You think?” Nikita cast a glance at the mentioned garment, which was spread out on her bed. “It’s not too provocative?” Unlike the one that she held; the dress her friend had mentioned was cut from clingy fabric of an aquamarine shade. The neckline dipped into a steep vee, which would show off her cleavage, and there would be little left to the imagination about her curves given how tight it was.

“Somehow, I doubt he’s going to mind, or that it’s going to remain on for more than five minutes.”

At the remark, Nikita blushed considerably. “Alex! Ari invited me over for dinner as a thank you for saving him! It’s a professional courtesy.”

“Uh-huh,” Alex raised a skeptical brow. “Was it also professional courtesy when he stuck his tongue down your throat during your last mission?”

The ex-assassin froze. No one knew about what had happened except for her and Ari.

She squared her shoulders and attempted to act casual. “You have a very vivid imagination Alex, but that’s all it is.”

And yet; her mind immediately drifted back to what had, in fact, happened. She could recall with perfect clarity the way Ari’s mouth had felt against hers – soft, attentive, utter perfection. She remembered the surprising strength he possessed: lifting her up as though she’d weighed nothing and carrying her to the closest place so they could have privacy.

Her heart rate jumped while she mentally revisited their tryst, her features flushing at the memory of clothing being pushed aside but not fully removed, of how forbidden it had all felt, but at the same time – like fate had meant for them to be.

Clearly, Ari had assumed he was on borrowed time and thrown caution to the wind, but it didn’t change the fact that what had occurred was more than just physical attraction.

And once she’d saved him by putting a bullet through his shoulder to stop the one that would have pierced his heart, Nikita knew that what she and Ari were to each other had changed dramatically.

She was so lost in reverie that she didn’t realize Alex was now standing in front of her with a very excited expression.

“I knew it! Something did happen between you two! Birkoff owes me a hundred bucks!”

This snapped Nikita back to reality. “You were betting on us?”

“Do you know how rare it is for that man to lose a bet?” Alex crossed her arms and tapped one foot impatiently. “Now, tell me everything.”

There was an admitted relief to no longer keeping the truth hidden. While she didn’t go into explicit detail, Nikita was honest with Alex about the incident.

Her former protégé allowed her to tell the whole story before she asked the question that was already weighing heavily on Nikita’s mind.

“Do you love him?”

The Division agent’s shoulders drooped as she exhaled deeply. “I think it’s too early to label what Ari and I have as anything…but I definitely want to explore it.”

Alex nodded in understanding. “If it helps at all, it’s constantly written on his face how much he cares about you. Those eyes of his hide very little. And they are stunning. That’s why I suggested the blue dress in the first place.”

The confession made Nikita’s lips curve into a fond smile. “Ari’s eyes are beautiful. So is the rest of him.”

“Have you two even had a chance to talk about what happened?”

“Not really. He’s been recovering from both the bullet wound and the removal of his kill chip. Come to think of it, I’m not sure he’s even fully moved into his new apartment. I should have offered to help.”

“He probably thought you wanted space and didn’t try to push.” Alex reached out and gave her friend a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “And besides: no one ever fully moves into their new place. I still have boxes lying around and I’ve been at mine for two years now.”

Nikita chuckled. “True. That’s part of why I’m a little nervous though. It’s just dinner but it’s his place. His territory. His rules.”

“I highly doubt Ari is going to impose rules on you.”

“No, it’s not that I think he will I just…don’t fully know what to expect. This is so different from how things were with Michael, and yes – it’s unfair to compare them, but how can I not when I’ve only been in one serious relationship before?”

“Nikki, I think the real reason that you’re jittery is because you like to be in control. Even with Michael you called the shots. Ari probably threw you a little by making the first move, but the ball is in your court right now.”

She pondered the analogy for a minute before responding. “So, you’re saying I should take the chance?”

“Obviously! Now, how long do we have before your dinner date?”

“About four hours?” Nikita checked her watch.

Alex stood and shouldered her purse. “Come on; we’re getting you a new dress. Something that will make Ari not want to take those eyes of his off you all evening.”

Despite her friend’s assistance and a much-needed pep-talk, Nikita’s anxiety had returned full force by the time she reached Ari’s apartment later that day.

She fidgeted with her new outfit absentmindedly – adjusting the hem and the neckline until the fabric draped in the way that she wanted. Per Alex’s suggestion, she had gone with a blue that more closely resembled the shade of his eyes and had chosen a design that wasn’t form-fitting. Instead – it lightly brushed against her skin with each movement. It was sleeveless but demure, with a simple scoop neck and flared skirt that reached to mid-thigh.

She completed her look with a set of low heels and a light grey sweater, and to add to the feminine nature of the dress, she had taken the time to curl her hair so that it fell in loose ringlets around her face.

Her make-up was also far from daring as she had gone with neutral shades for her eyes and a soft pink for her lipstick.

She chewed briefly at her lower lip, then remembered herself and stopped before she disrupted the care she had put into her overall look for the evening.

Steeling her nerves, she knocked three times at the door and waited.

“Just a minute!” Though Ari’s deep, resonant tone was muffled, it immediately made her feel more at ease.

The door swung open to reveal the object of her affection on the other side.

Her heart leapt at the sight of him dressed simply in a white button-down shirt with the collar opened liberally at the throat, and black slacks. His sleeves were rolled up to show off nicely toned forearms, while his dark brown hair framed his angular, handsome features, and a few errant strands fell across his forehead casually.

“Suddenly, I feel under-dressed,” he teased, leaning against the doorframe, and raking his gaze slowly along her form. “You look beautiful.”

“What, in this old thing? It’s just something I had lying around,” she lied smoothly, before, with flourish, presenting him with a bottle of white wine she had picked up on her way to his place. “I wasn’t sure what we were having but I’m wearing light colors.” She gestured at her clothes. “Better to be safe than sorry.”

He chuckled. “Luckily, white pairs well with what I’m concocting. Come on in.”

She smiled when he made room for her to step over the threshold. A delicious aroma immediately hit her senses once she was inside, and after she had removed her shoes and hung up her sweater, she made her way to the kitchen, where he was already pouring the wine into stemmed glasses.

“What are you making, anyway?” she arced a perfectly groomed brow and accepted the drink when he handed it to her.

“Stew; it’s from an old, family recipe,” he moved over to the stove, where the food was simmering. “It’s been cooking for most of the day.”

She smirked over the rim of the glass and stepped closer as Ari stirred the mixture in the pot. “A family recipe, huh? Any secret ingredients?”

“Why don’t you find out?” he grabbed a spoon and dipped it into the sauce, cupping a hand beneath when he pulled it back out. He then blew gently in order to cool the substance down and offered it to her to taste.

She didn’t hesitate in sampling the dish, which was flavorful and hearty and had a hint of bitterness to it.

It was absolutely delectable, and she was unable to fully hold back the satisfied moan that wanted to escape. “Let’s see,” she swallowed a bit of her drink and then turned her attention to identifying the mix of ingredients. “I can tell there’s bay leaf and rosemary…maybe a hint of cayenne? And definitely a liquor – not wine, it’s not that sharp,” she paused, tapping her chin. “Vodka?”

He grinned. “Very good my dear. Although,” he leaned in so he could whisper, effectively locking her body between his and the cabinet right behind. “It’s probably the oldest cliché in the book that every Russian chef keeps Vodka well-stocked.”

“There’s nothing wrong with a cliché now and then,” she admitted, setting her glass down, unable to resist a playful nuzzle while she toyed with the buttons on his shirt, enjoying his proximity and natural warmth.

“No, I suppose there isn’t,” his tone turned softer, more intimate, and she heard the spoon clink on the tile as he put it down right before she was swept up in a very welcome kiss.

Nikita lost herself to Ari’s embrace, her worries about whatever the future held drifting away with each tender attention that he bestowed. Nothing else mattered save for the man holding her as if she was the most precious of treasures and the knowledge that her feelings had not been exaggerated. Clearly – he wanted her just as much as she desired him.

A delighted gasp emerged when he abruptly lifted her so she could sit on the counter and curl her legs around his waist, dragging him in as close as possible by the collar as the heat between them jumped considerably.

She raked her nails along the thin fabric covering his broad, well-built torso, the temptation to shred it to pieces in order to get at his skin nearly overwhelming her. She tugged back momentarily to nip lovingly at his mouth, her fingers catching a button and freeing it.

His hands moved up to cross over hers and halt their motion. “Wait,” he pulled away, struggling to catch his breath, his chest rising and falling steadily as he looked into her eyes. “As fun as it would be to make love to you against every surface of this place, that isn’t the reason I asked you over.”

“Can’t say I’m not a little bit disappointed,” she tilted her head to observe him and ran her fingers gently through his hair to muss it. “So, why did you?”

He exhaled quietly, that gaze of his never leaving hers. “I want to romance you properly, Nikita. I’ve never really had the opportunity before, and I figure: with this second chance you’ve given me, I should make the effort.”

“I’d say you’re doing a pretty decent job at it so far,” she leaned back in to nudge his nose with her own. “What’s next on the agenda?”

Ari grinned, warm and open. “The stew needs a bit longer to cook, so why don’t you take our drinks to the living room and put on some music? I’ll set a timer and be right there.”

Nikita nodded and, after stealing another quick kiss, she headed off to do as he requested.

She was flipping through a collection of records by the time he met up with her and cast an amused glance in his direction before holding one vinyl up. “So, the all-powerful Ari Tasarov has a taste for rock ballads, does he?”

“Don’t knock them,” he admonished, walking over to her, and plucking the disc out of her grasp.

“I’m not,” she shook her head and stood, draping her arms over his shoulders to pull him in towards her. “I just always pegged you for jazz or classical. I could picture you wandering around an old mansion playing Bach at full volume.”

“Tell me, in these fantasies of yours was I fully clothed or –

She smacked him across the chest, brief annoyance crossing her face. “Yes. I wasn’t always hot for you, sir, despite how charming you could be.”

Ari smiled and ducked his head, claiming Nikita’s lips in a slow, tender kiss.

She sighed against her lover’s mouth and grasped at his shirtsleeves, squeezing at a bicep before relaxing further into his embrace.

They remained that way for a time, till he parted from her in order to place a record on a nearby turntable and let it begin to play.

A melodic, familiar tune filtered into the air, prompting Nikita to smile as Ari moved back into her space. “Bryan Adams. Nice choice.”

“I’m glad you approve,” he gathered her against him and began a simple waltz.

It didn’t take her long to pick up the steps, and soon they were spinning gracefully around the floor of the living room.

A peal of happy laughter emerged when he pirouetted her and then performed a dip that aligned their bodies close together.

This caused the gradually building desire within her to spark, her breath catching when their chests brushed.

The heat emanating from her companion was nearly too much to bear, particularly when he drew her leg over his hip so nearly every inch of them was touching.

The kiss that was shared shortly after was far more insistent on her part, her hands twining into his hair while she traced at the shape of his lips with her tongue, begging entry that he willingly gave.

Somehow, he managed to guide her over to the couch while their embrace deepened, not bothering to stop her this time when she succeeded in tearing his shirt open, and her hands delved inside.

She straddled him, able to feel how strongly he was affected by her and shoved the garment down his shoulders.

He yanked his arms free and reached for the zipper on the back of her dress, sliding it down gradually until it pooled around her waist and exposed the pale blue lace bra she had on underneath.

Nikita moaned quietly when Ari’s mouth descended on her throat, nipping playfully at sensitive flesh, and then coasting across her shoulder, pushing her bra-strap down to grant better access at her bare skin.

Just as she was about to flick the lingerie to the side, the timer in the kitchen went off.

Simultaneous groans of disappointment were shared, followed by a frustrated laugh on Nikita’s part. “We’re pretty bad at this being patient thing.”

“That we are,” he lifted his head from where he had rested it against her shoulder, and she found herself swimming in an affection-filled gaze, which meant that the mood hadn’t been completely shattered.

Her heart flipped. “I mean, it’s been cooking most of the day. We could leave it and re-heat it later.”

“Skipping directly to dessert would defeat the purpose of a date, Nikita,” he reprimanded, shrugging back into the discarded shirt, and then glancing down to notice that several buttons were now missing.

She flushed a little despite their intimacy and quickly righted her dress. “Sorry. I’ll buy you a new one?”

He shook his head and placed a kiss to her forehead before rising from the seat. “That’s all right. I can sew some replacements on later. I’ll go handle the food.”

“You could wander around shirtless if you wanted, I don’t mind,” she called after him, her tone playful.

He merely gave her a significant look over his shoulder and then disappeared into the kitchen.

Nikita headed over to the dining room table, noting that there were dishes and utensils already waiting, and admired the roses that made up the centerpiece.

Ari emerged with their dinner, set it down in the middle of the table, and then told her to go ahead and help herself while he changed.

She was already enjoying the stew, which was accompanied by sliced French bread, by the time he returned, dressed in light blue instead of white.

Nikita grinned and dipped the bread in to soak up some sauce. “This is absolutely divine, Ari.”

“I live to please,” he remarked and made himself a bowl before he sat down to join her.

“I’m going to hold you to those words later, you know,” she quipped.

“I figured you might say that.”

“What? We were interrupted, so you’re just going to have to deal with me twisting things into accidental innuendo till we get to that dessert you promised.”

“You’re incorrigible,” despite the way he muttered the words, she could see that he was biting back a smile.

Nikita settled back comfortably in her chair so they could continue eating, exchanging pleasant conversation between bites, and getting to know all kinds of things about one another.

“It’s a little surreal,” she confessed while they cleared the table, following him into the kitchen. “I must have read every dossier on you we had on file and yet there’s so much that I never knew.”

“To be fair,” Ari began to rinse the various dishes so he could place the bulk of them in the washer. “There was only so much that Division or similar organizations could find out. And vise-versa – Gogol’s files contained specific information. I suppose that’s the beauty in getting to know a person properly, though: they always manage to surprise you in one way or another.”

She nodded in agreement and leaned against a cabinet to observe him while he worked. “You’ve certainly managed to surprise me a lot within a single night.”

He froze for a moment before stating, quietly: “Happy surprises, I hope?”

“Only the best kind,” she moved forward, reaching out to trail a finger along his jawline and then turn his face in her direction so she could plant a kiss on his cheek. “The biggest surprise is that whenever we’re together, I don’t want that time to end.”

“Then don’t let it end,” he took her hands within his after he completed the last of his task and set the dishwasher on its cycle.

She sighed forlornly and darted her gaze away. “Isn’t there always going to be some kind of complication though? You said yourself that this is the life that we’ve chosen.”

“Nikita, I said that because I was very certain at the time that I was going to die.” He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “I wasn’t considering a future, but now I can’t imagine one without you in it.”

Her heart cartwheeled, and she looked deeply into his eyes before admitting: “I don’t want to imagine one without you either.”

Whether he moved or she did didn’t matter – in the next instant, they were in each other’s arms and sharing a kiss that communicated their confessed feelings better than words could.

Pure happiness bubbled up within Nikita when Ari scooped her up and began to carry her back to the bedroom. “We’re finally getting to that dessert, I see.”

“You nearly made it impossible to wait,” he breathed. “Please go easy on the shirt this time though.”

Her laughter was bright as she reached for the buttons and took more care in undoing them.

The garment parted over his chest by the time she was deposited on a soft mattress, and he compliantly slipped out of it when she drew him forward for another kiss.

They reclined together against the plush blankets that covered the bed. Unlike their previous encounter, there was no reason to hurry, but desire sparked rapidly.

Her hands eagerly explored his beautifully muscled torso while he rid her of the dress, and then she arched her back in assistance to remove her bra before fumbling with his belt for a moment before he took care of the issue for her.

Once they were completely naked, limbs entangled naturally, and languid kisses were exchanged since there were no further barriers.

Nikita slung one long leg over Ari’s hip and twisted just enough to topple him under her, resulting in a startled expression on his part that quickly softened as he stared up at her with realization. “You’re used to being in control, aren’t you?”

Despite the fact that she was nude and straddling him, a blush crossed her lovely face. “It’s…easier. At least to start.”

It was the truth. She had always hated missions that required her to be a seductress, so she had gotten through them in the best way she could.

He nodded, understanding reflected in his gaze. Without another word, he gripped at her hips and guided her forward until they were aligned.

She placed her hands on the center of his chest and gradually sunk down, moaning at the intoxicating sensation that occurred when they were joined.

Starting them off with a steady, rhythmic pace, Nikita studied Ari’s reaction when she felt bold enough to alter her angle.

It was like she couldn’t get enough, admiring the sensual image he made with his head tilted back to expose the slender column of his neck, his dark hair tousled and providing a nice contrast with the stark white of the pillows.

She raked her nails through the hair on his chest, delighting in the startled hiss that escaped him and the glint of challenge in his eyes when they met hers.

Without warning, he surged up and drew them into a sitting position, burying deeper in the process.

He fit so perfectly that she was unprepared for the intensity that soon hit – their motions becoming wilder the longer their lovemaking wore on.

Talented hands wandered avidly along bare skin, his lips following the path he created, pausing to devote particular attention to her breasts while nimble fingers delved lower.

She cried out when he stroked in a manner that threatened to unravel her completely, gripping tightly to his biceps.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, the hand not presently preoccupied steady against the small of her back.

She brought her gaze to his, her pulse jumping upon seeing such unconditional love reflected back.

Nikita leaned in, kissing Ari soundly as she allowed herself to let go, cresting along waves of sensation until she collapsed in a shivering mess.

He caught her and cradled her close, murmuring gentle encouragements and letting her regain composure.

She rested her head against a strong shoulder and traced an invisible heart right over where his was, able to feel the still-slowing beat against her palm.

They remained that way, impossibly tangled and not quite ready to move.

She smiled when his mouth grazed her temple and held his gaze. “I needed this.”

“I could tell,” he pushed her messy hair away from her face.

“I didn’t mean to escalate our evening so quickly though,” she couldn’t help a guilty expression.

He merely laughed. “Don’t be. We were going to end up back here eventually anyway, though my original plan was to watch some movies.”

Curious, Nikita circled her arms around Ari’s neck. “What kind of movies?”

Roughly two hours later found the couple curled up together on the bed. Nikita, lounging in one of Ari’s spare shirts, grabbed a handful of popcorn before eying her lover critically. “Let me get this straight. The entire time it wasn’t some haunted doll but an actual, grown man hiding in the walls of the house?”

The former head of Gogol had also opted for a more casual look – namely a pair of sleep pants while remaining bare chested. He barely blinked an eye and plucked a few kernels away from the pile in her hand. “Yes.”

She gaped at him. “Why didn’t she call the authorities the second she started looking after the doll?!”

“Don’t try to logic the horror film, my love.”

She tossed a piece of popcorn at his head. “It’s a valid question!”

He sighed resignedly before launching into an explanation. “One of two things would have probably happened: either she called the police, and our masked villain murdered them all like he did that awful ex of hers, or he would have escaped through the intricate series of tunnels throughout the house. Don’t you remember how many hidden doors the Udinov manor had?”

“I try not to,” she shivered at the memory of how she’d almost gotten lost in the maze of corridors there.

He chuckled and picked up another handful of the salty snack before responding. “I’m just saying that it probably wouldn’t take much from a resourceful, stealthy person.”

“It’s a fair point,” she snuggled up against him and trailed her fingers along his chest. “You said there’s a sequel?”

“There is but it goes a more supernatural route. It’s not bad, but also not quite as compelling.”

She dropped a kiss to his shoulder. “I’m not planning on leaving…go ahead and put it on.”

There was no hesitation on his part, and together: they settled in to enjoy another film, and moreover – each other’s company.

The End

#nikari #ari x nikita #mine #mrsreginagold #fanfiction #peter outerbridge #ari tasarov #otp: enemy mine #otp: this is the life we've chosen #my perfect precious babies

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gabe-moore · 3 months

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Gabriel Moore - an inspiration source moodboard

Peter Parker // MCU's Spiderman Cal Kestis // Jedi Fallen Order Alexandra "Alex" Udinov // Nikita Ian Gallagher // Shameless Peter Parker // The Amazing Spiderman Robin // The Batman Charlie Swan // Twilight Jake Peralta // Brooklyn 99

Bonus:

#muse inspo #hc #{I did a thing}

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wizardofahz · 1 year

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Kindred Spirits, Part I

Fandoms: Supergirl, Nikita A/N: Kara Zor-El and Alexandra Udinov both had their lives turned upside down when they were about the same age, so I thought, what if I make them small and sad together? Content Warnings: Nikita-canon-typical mentions of suicidal thoughts and behaviors, drug use, non-consensual sex

Kara isn't supposed to be flying.

The Danvers have impressed upon her the dangers of using her powers, or more specifically of exposing who she is. And she left Alex behind, which means her new sister might rat her out. Kara still doesn't understand that phrase. What exactly have the tiny mammals done to warrant such a negative association with betrayal?

She's so lost in thought that she doesn't realize her super speed has taken her across the continent. The Atlantic coast looms up ahead, and really it should keep her attention, vast as it is, but movement in the corner of her eye diverts her.

A human falling from the roof of a building.

Kara races to catch them and is surprised to find it's a girl around her age. But this girl acts nothing like the other kids at school. She babbles vacantly about butterfly wings and freedom. Occasionally she tries to flap her arms, never noticing that she can only move one, the other trapped between her body and Kara's.

Kara flies her to the roof of the building she fell from. Her landing isn't as graceful as it could have been. The appearance of another girl throws her off-kilter.

No one is supposed to see her fly. Now there's two.

"Sasha, I have butterfly wings," the girl in her arms laughs, stumbling as Kara sets her down. Her legs give way, and suddenly she's sobbing. "And I'm still here."

Sasha stares at Kara. "I am much higher than I thought," she mumbles to herself before going to comfort the other girl.

"Is she okay?" Kara asks.

The obvious answer is no. In fact, the look Sasha gives her is so reminiscent of Alex, a sort of judgmental bewilderment at how Kara doesn't get something they consider so obvious.

Sasha doesn't bother answering. She murmurs some words of comfort to the girl now curled up in her lap. Then she looks up at Kara and asks a question of her own. "Do you know what this place is?"

Kara shakes her head. She could use her super hearing or x-ray vision to figure it out, but instead she waits for an answer.

"It's a brothel," Sasha says, flatly as if all life has been drained from her.

But you're children, Kara wants to say. She ignores the voice in her head--one that sounds suspiciously like Eliza--pointing out the same applies to her.

She doesn't say it, of course, because in truth, there are a hundred things she wants to say, a hundred questions she wants to ask.

She starts simple. "What can I do to help?"

Sasha eyes her skeptically. "You can't." She closes her eyes and shakes her head. "You're not real. A flying girl. How much did I have?"

Kara fidgets. Lingering is dangerous--Sasha doesn't believe she's real, and Kara should keep it that way--but she can't bring herself to leave these girls behind with nothing.

"Let's say that I'm a hallucination with... magical powers," Kara begins. That should do the trick. "If I'm going to use my magic to save you, what am I using my powers on to get you free?"

The girl in Sasha's lap is asleep now. At least Kara thinks she is. She's lying motionless, but Kara can hear her heart beat, so she's not dead. There's still the possibility of a coma or some other dangerous thing, but Sasha doesn't appear concerned. If there were something to be concerned about, she seems like the sort of person that would care enough to act.

Sasha's attention is fully on Kara now. She appears to be warring with herself, as much as she can anyway while under the influence, debating how much information she's willing to divulge. Kara wonders what the harm is in talking to a hallucination, but perhaps Sasha's usual hallucinations hold secrets better left buried and unsaid.

Eventually Sasha sighs. She explains about Vlad and all of his men with guns, the drugs they have all the girls hooked on, and how all the homes they came from are an ocean away. Even if they were to get free of this building, how would they go back?

Kara's grimace deepens with every word, but she finds one glimmer of hope. They have homes to dream of going back to. Yes, they're far away, but Kara will fly each and every one of them back one by one if she has to.

"And where would you go?" Kara asks.

But there's no hope in Sasha's response. Instead, she scoffs. "I don't have anywhere to go," she murmurs. "Everyone I love is dead."

Her words slam into Kara's chest, her whole body really, every sensory organ now vibrating to the resonant frequency of loss and loneliness.

It's easy to be paralyzed by the totality of it. Her family, gone. Her people, gone. Her planet, gone.

Then it occurs to her.

Tonight Sasha will go downstairs to face the demons that haunt her every day, but Kara, she can't go back to Krypton, but when the night is over, she'll go back to the Danvers' house in Midvale. Kara will go back to her new family of Eliza and Alex and Jeremiah. Maybe it doesn't all feel entirely like home yet, but it's starting to, and that's enough.

If she can have that, then Sasha can too.

Kara sits beside Sasha and says, "Maybe you don't now, but you will. I promise I'll do everything I can to make that happen."

Sasha leans her head against Kara's shoulder. She doesn't question why she can touch this hallucination. She merely says, "You're one of the best hallucinations I've ever had."

#supergirl #kara danvers #nikita #alex udinov #nikitatv #alexandra udinov #jeebus why do i have so many tags for that show/character #part 2 features supermom Eliza because goodness knows they need her #ahzy writes

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