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A Voice To Command Armies.

Fandom- Twilight

Pairing- Tanya Denali / Bella Swan

Universe- Canon Divergence.

Work- One Shot.

Autumn’s last rays slowly slid from the horizon, tendrils clinging to barren branches and fallen leaves. The twilight was cold already, the hand in Bella’s doing little to combat it. Crushed pebbles of gravel ground under their feet as they made their way up the Cullen's drive to the front door in comfortable silence. Birds were silent, nests and branches occupied and little heads finding their way under fluffed wings. It was the perfect autumnal day, the atmosphere crisp and fresh.

It wasn’t a particularly special day, except retrospectively. School was out, homework studiously ignored, the drive had been pleasant with Edward’s hand never leaving hers.

Perfect.

Normal.

Until Edward growled.

Bella stiffened, wincing as the hand caging hers tightened just a little too much. The closed-door before them swung open, and Edward took a step back, tugging Bella along with him and swiftly behind.

“Edward.” One word was spoken with a well of tapped authority, screamed of age and knowledge. Bella couldn’t see the owner of such a voice. Such a voice as to send shivers down her spine, to draw soft patterns on her skin that coax goosebumps out. Edwards voice was unrecognisable, low and hissed. A cornered animal with its food source threatened.

“Denali.”

That voice chuckled, low and throaty. Bella dropped her head forward, breathing out a sigh as her insides squirmed, stomach tugging at that tone. Edward tried to swarm her backwards, pushing against her front. He stilled his efforts when that voice spoke again, humoured.

“Now, Edward, that’s not a nice way to greet your family.” A drawl, accented. Intoxicating. Something in Bella shifted. She tried to pull back from Edward, his hold, his herding, making the panic flail in her chest. He was cold, hard. Hard enough to draw her blood forward, hard enough to bruise her where they connected. She tried to take a step back, but her feet slipped on the stairs up to the front door.

Bella fell with a yelp, body crumpling with no footing to ground her until she was yanked up by her arm. Her wrist was still trapped in Edwards effortlessly constricting hold, and she hung from it like a ragdoll.

There was a cry that echoed Bellas, and she dropped. Cold dead fingers pulled off her tender hand. Instead of angular concrete bruising her flesh, she was captured by two arms. Held against something cool and solid, something… safe.

Instead of Edward’s concerned gaze she was expecting, instead of his short coppery hair and angled pale face. Instead of that, Bella found herself cradled by a woman. She had beautiful blonde hair curved around a strong face, piercing amber eyes and a soft smile that could stop a heart.

Bella gulped, breath rapid, heart likewise and shivers licking her stomach.

“Now then, little one,” So that’s who the voice belonged to. The soft smile curled a little further, sharpened teeth peeking out. “Who are you, and why has our dear Edward been keeping you from me?”

“What?” Bella whispered, caught in the vampire’s gaze like a fly trapped in honey. She’d never heard her own voice so soft, so wonderstruck.

“Your name, little one.” Amber eyes were so… gentle on Bella’s face. Voice commanding, and yet oddly affectionate. It set a spark a light in her, a sizzling warmth that had her breath catching at the back of her throat. “What is your name?” A cool hand lifted to gently tuck Bella’s hair from her eyes, stoking smooth fingertips over the curve of her cheek. Bella pushed into the fingers, seeking attention, and then froze, blinking down at the caressing digits strangely.

“Bella…” Bella murmured as she lifted her hand gingerly touch the cool one that lightly cupped her flushed cheek. She didn’t understand how warmth could emanate from the dead hand, or why Edward always chilled her to the bone. The vampire grinned, dazzling white teeth pinching her bottom lip as she bit it and eyes lighting.

“Bella. How very fitting. Very fitting indeed.” Her words were soft, musical even. “My name is Tanya Denali.”

“Beautiful.” That gaze turned almost bashful at Bella’s wide-eyed look and words.

“I think you’ll find, that’s your name, little one-” A growl, low and inherently dangerous sounded. Tanya tightened her hold. Tighter, but not too tight. Tanya lifted her, holding Bella against her chest as she spun.

Edward, crouched low, missing an arm. Eyes black. He wasn’t the boy Bella knew, not right now.

He was a direct threat.

There was a cry from inside the Cullen’s house: Alice. Tanya ran. Bella flung her arms around Tanya’s neck and held on as the world blurred around her. They moved at speeds that stole away Bella’s breath, leaving her gasping at the crook of the vampire’s neck.

She heard the smack of diamond-hard flesh on diamond-hard flesh, like a clap of thunder, an avalanche of boulders.

It felt like only a second, ten at most, before the speed was reduced. Care for Bella’s human capacities displayed in the slow descent, instead of a dead stop.

Tanya righted Bella, arm staying supportively around her lower back as the human gulped air and fought the wave of nausea that was yanking at her insides.

“Are you okay, Bella?” That voice asked, its resounding timbre comforting in its concerned tone.

“Yeah, yeah. Just, motion sickness.” there was a seconds pause, then Bella's spine stiffened, and she drew herself together. “What happened? Where’d you take me, where’s Edward?” Bella staunchly questioned, and frantically demanded all at once. She straightened, pulling away from Tanya, the feeling of loss surprised her, and pressed the back of her hand against her mouth. She winced, the purpling bruise stinging as she accidentally put pressure on it. Bella winced, jerking her hand away to inspect the damage and she felt the telltale welling of tears. Frustration and pain but equal contributors.

“Bella, just stay calm. It’s okay.”

“I’m not not calm! I’m asking what’s going on. Who even are you? You with your perfect hair, and- and your god-damned hypnotic eyes. Who are you?”

“I’m…” Tanya seemed… lost. She looked down, nervously blinking at the ground and then glanced up at Bella. “I'm Tanya Denali.”

“Well, Tanya Denali, do you make a habit of stealing random humans?” Bella asked, exasperated, accusing.

“You're not ‘random’. You’re- well… you're my mate…” At that Bella outright scoffed, but it wasn't as convincing as she would have liked.

“No… no, I'm Edward’s.”

“No one owns you, Bella” Tanya’s eyes bled deeper, darkness swelling and swirling around her iris, but her voice remained soft. Whispered, almost scandalised. “I'm not- I mean, from the moment I saw you I've been yours. Even if you think you are his .” She practically hissed out ‘his’, eyes turning flinty before landing on Bella’s hunched shoulders and defensive posture. She softened like butter under the sun. “I'm yours .”

“You've only known me for a minute at most!” Bella exclaimed, turning from Tanya and her crestfallen, almost heartbroken expression. She stared out over the land; the trees spread below her from the mountain Tanya had somehow run them up. This was ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous, there was no way Tanya was her… mate or anything of the sort. In fact! Bella had basically just been kidnapped by an unknown vampire! Exactly why she wasn’t panicking is beyond her.

“A few minutes was all I needed. I’ve waited for you for a thousand years.” Came the whispered response. It felt wrong, that such a voice would be lowered to such a tentative murmur. A voice to command armies lowered for Bella. She didn’t like it.

She didn’t know why.

“This is ridiculous.” Bella denied, ignoring the stab in her chest at Tanya’s admission.

“Call me ridiculous, then,” Tanya replied instantly.

“I mean, seriously. You just… just expect me to up and leave Edward, for what? I don’t… You literally kidnapped me! I don’t know where I am, or who you’ve been hanging around with this century, but I do not feel safe! Just… just take me home .” Bella ignored her and ranted on.

“Okay,” Tanya acquiesced quickly, eager. She stepped forward slowly to carefully pick up the stiff human, one arm under her legs, and one behind her back. Bella looped her arms around the vampire’s neck, face turned into her own shoulder, and she tried to forget how warm Tanya had felt, even compared to herself.

Tanya ran slowly. Perhaps, Bella considered, slower than was strictly necessary for her human self. The world didn’t blur into sickening swirls of colour, so Bella could see the towering trees, the tumbling boulders that lay dormant from their once quick tumbling down the mountain.

She didn’t feel herself relax into Tanya’s steady hold, but the vampire cradling her did.

Soon the view of the forest land and the rugged, snow-capped mountains was swallowed by the forest’s drowsy shadows. Deep emeralds and mint hues twirled together in an epic dance of nature. Pillars of mossy bark support the ceiling. The sunlight shining through almost looked like light trickling through stained glass, casting the world below in lime greens and pale yellows.

Tanya shifted her grip slightly as she ran, effortlessly adjusting Bella, so she was cradled close to the vampire's neck. Bella automatically buried closer into the hollow created between the shoulder and neck. Bella could barely tear her gaze from the sight around her, never having seen such a land untouched by humanity. How far had Tanya run with Bella? How fast must she be?

And as if thinking of the stunning vampire was enough, suddenly all Bella's senses tuned into her. She felt the ivory hardness of her skin where she held Bella, the coolness that wasn't cool, that lit fires along her nerves. The slight tickle of blonde hair against Bella's cheek and the smooth pad of a finger that pressed to the hot skin of Bella’s hip just under her shirt. She caught the scent that hung around the vampire even as she ran, the all-consuming warmth and the… Bella could begrudgingly admit, the rightness that clicked in her bones. Bella turned her head slightly, enough to catch a glimpse of Tanya's golden eyes in the filtered sunlight. It was… she was…

Those eyes turned to meet her sneaky look. Dark pupils expanded as she blinked down at the human slowly. The amber hue of her iris shrinking. The dark of her eyes was almost hypnotic, growing with every blink and every deep breath of Bella's scent.

Bella really wanted to deny the tug in her stomach, the flutter in her chest, but she was sure Tanya could feel her heart stutter.

“Can I show you something?” Tanya asked softly, barely a twitch of her jaw. Eyes never straying. “I think you might like it, and it wouldn’t be too out of the way. I'll get you home, I promise.” and Bella explicitly, and without doubt, believed her.

“What do you want to show me?” Bella demanded with as much force as she could. It was a genuinely pitiful amount. Tanya just smiled slightly, only the faintest uptick of her lips and shook her head. Pale hair danced, tickling across Bella's cheek and it was hard to be annoyed.

“Just… can I show you?”

Bella nodded.

Tanya held her tighter, focusing on something further away, concentrating. Then the speed picked up. The world blurred, but not uncomfortably so. A couple of seconds, a slight direction change and then they were there.

Tanya slowed, gently placing Bella onto the forest floor behind a rambling bush, her hand settling uncertainly on the small of the humans back. She inched forward, quieting Bella's protests and questions by coaxing her along until Tanya could slowly pull the branches aside to reveal the inner clearing.

Bella's breath caught.

In the clearing, neck bent to drink steadily, elegantly, was a doe and foal. They watched the foal's ears flick, nose twitching as it nibbled young blades. It was such a peaceful picture, a snapshot of the forest’s every day. Something Bella was sure she would never have seen without vampiric help.

Again, despite the beautiful scene in front of her, Bella found herself glancing sideways, glancing at Tanya. At the soft reflecting of light through her hair and through the leaves up above, at the smooth perfection of her pale skin, the soft pink of her lips that seemed to alive in juxtaposition to her complexion. She ever found herself looking at how one elegant hand supported Tanya on the first floor, the definition of thin bones and gentle cushions of flesh beneath rock hard skin. The hand on Bella’s back suddenly felt inescapable, and what worried Bella most, is that she had no real desire to run from it.

Nervously aware of her rather unsubtle staring, Bella quickly looked back at the view by the river, of the frolicking calf and indulgent mother. How many times had Tanya run across things like this? How many times had she ended scenes like this with swift flicks of her wrists and two sharp fangs? And yet, Tanya had thought of Bella, and brought her here to see it for herself. It was… sweet. Thoughtful, and surprisingly caring for someone she’d only just met.

With a deep breath, Bella chanced a glance over at the vampire beside her and- oh. Swirling black eyes met her own, caught them in an embrace Bella really didn’t want to leave. A thin, flecked ring of amber was the only thing that separated Tanya’s look and the look Edward had given her. That and something more profound than the physical, something Bella couldn’t place. Some feeling of safety. Of wholeness. Of- oh.

Tanya really was… she really was her mate.

Oh.

As if the realisation played on Bella’s face like the finest Shakespeare, Tanya smiled that soft little smile. Like she knew.

She probably did.

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19. Don’t Touch Me.

Fandom- Supergirl.

Pairing- Alex Danvers / Lena Luthor

Universe- Alternative Universe.

Work- One-Shot.

T/W- mentions of non-descript abuse.

A/N- Haven’t really posted any actual writing on Tumblr before, but theres always a time to start and that time is now.

The starkly mottled skin was usually easily hidden. The near-black impressions of fingers usually covered by cuff or collar, scarf or concealer. But so many ‘usually’s didn’t apply here. Lena didn’t usually have laughs filling her apartment or warm bodies clustered on the sofa in front of the TV. She didn’t usually have the memories of the perfect date with a beautiful woman, memories of gentle kisses, and hard. Nor did she usually have hope for her future, one of domestic simplicity and bliss.

Usually, the soft press of a body almost slack with sleep wasn’t a concern, nor the sharp elbow that pressed just wrong. Or the sleepy movement that rubbed a sleepshirt across her neck, taking the concealer with it, taking her shield.

But then ‘usually’ when Lena woke in the night, for once without the fresh ache of harsh words and cold, crippling fingers, she didn’t have sleepy brown eyes follow her retreat to the kitchen.

She felt the cool counter under her palms, the slight sweat making her shirt cling to her back and shoulders. The kitchen hummed with the sound of the fridge, the slow drip of the broken tap and her own fractured sigh. She felt the chill set it, nipping at her forearms as she leant forward, forehead pressed to palms as she gazed blankly through the kitchen window into the depths of National City's night sky.

For once, dreams hadn't woken her, nor memories. For once, it was simply her body waking as it had done for weeks- in the middle of the night. Usually, it would be waking to gasps and cut-off screams, not tonight. But even the safety of a (more than) friendly body in her bed couldn't force Lena's body to relax, to sleep through the night.

A warm hand settled between her shoulders, and a presence settled behind her. She hadn't heard it come, not the soft creak of the door, or the pad of bare feet of carpet, then tile.

“Hey,” A low, sleep-thick voice murmured and that hand on her back curled up to hold her shoulder. Lena looked behind her, small smile fighting to tug at her lips. The drowsy brown eyes and mussed reddish hair were endearing, to say the least.

There were flashes of the previous evening, of candles and ice cream shared with one spoon, smiles that reached her eyes and soft kisses under door frames.

“Hey,” She croaked. Those brown eyes blinked, awareness and awakeness coming back to them as sleep-chapped lips pulled down. Brown eyes trailed from one eye to the other, then down to her nose and lips and- and then they hardened. Then those once soft eyes grew hard and flinty, but her voice was calm. Too calm. A false calm.

“Lena. Look at me, please, look at me.” She refused the near-demand, looking away and trying to hide from piercing eyes that suddenly seemed to see everything. But she was stood at the counter, she was trapped, and those eyes were steadfast. “Lena, Lena come with me.” That same low voice gently prompted. The hand on her shoulder pulled her steadily away, and around.

She couldn’t look at those eyes, suddenly the fear of what they had seen was crawling up her throat. A soft finger nudged her chin, tapped it and urged it relentlessly up until their eyes could meet. Green and brown, a forest set amoung a storm.- Rain drenched leaves and wind-torn bark.

“Lena," Alex's voice whispered, pleaded, begged ever so convincingly, "where did you get those bruises?” And oh the soft caring in that tone was almost enough to make Lena crumble. Those bruises. How was she supposed to explain ‘those bruises’? Lena couldn’t, that’s how. She couldn’t. She couldn’t. She couldn't. She shook her head, side to side with hair loose and flying. Lena's breath snagged in her throat as her hand came up and grabbed the opposite elbow.

“I fell.” Came out in a tremulous tone, voice quiet and brow scrunched- pleading. Those muddied eyes tinged with scepticism, voice a tempered sarcasm.

“Where, into a statute? ‘Cause that’s the only thing that could have put fingerprints on you like that. A statute or-”

“Stop. Please stop. It’s nothing. I promise it’s nothing- just. Just, let’s go back to bed, okay? It’s nothing. It’s nothing .” She didn’t dwell on how desperate her voice was. She couldn’t, or she would see herself objectively. See the messy hair and crumpled clothes, the dark eyes and the even darker bruises, the broken spirit and the fightless slope of her shoulders.

She couldn’t think about that, couldn’t see that .

So she didn’t.

So she tried to push past the concerned eyes and gentle hands. And so she was caught by those tender hands, fingers soft and caressing against her skin, warm eyes imploring.

“It’s not ‘nothing’, this is something. Lena, this is something. Are you…” And they were lost for words, brow furrowing. Alex almost seemed pained, almost-

Lena pulled away from those searching, soft hands; lungs strained around a choked gasp. For a split second, those gentle hands felt cold, those eyes hard and unyielding, voice sneering and tongue heavy with harsh laughter. But only for a split second, because when she drew back, those hands didn’t follow, didn’t bruise. Those brown eyes grew sad; there was no anger starting there, not that same one that scorched Lena every time — scorched in the shape of fingers and hands, scrapes and cuts.

“It’s-”

“ No,” Alex said, soft but firm. Alex didn’t try to approach her, didn’t try to trap her, but also didn’t let her run . God, she wanted to run. “No, it isn’t 'nothing'. Lena please, please. Tell me who did this. Was it Lil-” Alex's mouth was covered as Lena pushed forward, fear of being held utterly overrun by the fear of that name.

Soft eyes melted strong- A quiet strength, a steadfast one. Soft eyes told her it was okay, told her that it was okay to be afraid, but that she didn’t have to be. Not anymore.

She moved her hand from clamping Alex’s lips shut, letting it drift, brushing along the sharp jaw, under Alex's ear, until Lena clung to a strong neck. Held that neck to keep her back, held it to keep herself standing. She looked up into those soft eyes, her own tired, drooping with wear. With a sigh she seemed to collapse, everything holding her up crumbling, everything but that hand on Alex's neck. Her forehead made its way onto a solid chest, breaths hitched and uneven.

It was a second of calm, and then it was shattered.

The agent moved slowly, hands rising to cup her hips gently. She almost startled back, almost. But she knew where that would end, trapped against the counter, caged. So she screwed her eyes shut, so she tensed her every muscle and twisted her hand into the fabric of their rumpled sleep shirt. So she opened her mouth, voice cracking, creaking like a time-worn chair with far too much weight placed upon it. Desperate and quiet.

“Please. Please, don’t touch me. Please don’t. Please, please, please.” And She didn’t. And Alex's hands dropped without a touch. And Lena was respected, her words heard. And she was cradled in the silent support. And she felt the steady thrum of Alex's heart against her forehead, against her palm. And she was swaddled in everything that was Alex : the earnest fondness, fierce protectiveness, simmering strength, pliant softness, comforting warmth and untouchable steel that was so easily hidden behind a too big sleep-shirt.

Lena wasn’t touched, but she slowly wrapped her arms around Alex's waist. She wasn’t touched, and timid tears stained cloth. She wasn’t touched and yet she was supported.

Eventually, tears slowed, and inching movements had them both moving backwards, towards the bedroom. Their bodies never parting, the warmth that filled the air around them clinging pleasantly as they went. And as the tears fled, used up and dry, only sleep was left in their place. As Lena relaxed her body sagged, strength sapped. But she needn't worry, because strong arms caught her before the floor heaved up. Alex's soft scent carried her safely to the vast expanse of the bed, hummed words tucked her in, and a warm body slid in soon after, wrapping around cold shoulders and cradling Lena's hair-ruffed head to the crook of Alex's neck.

Even on the brink of sleep, Lena knew the conversation wasn't over. But on the brink of sleep, she hardly cared.

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