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My new crack video, Wednesday Addams EDITION, ladies and gentlemen, in all its glory. 

Of course, with ALTERNATIVE scenes. 

Of course Wednesday is a little jealous.

Part II is coming soon. 

Farm!AU 

Nothing unsual, just another Starikov! AU part of story.

Crack Edition: part I, where Lena is trying to make Sam remember, and Supergirl finds it extremely hot or It’s just about getting Reign sure, Jane

re-mastered for my lovely Starikov!AU 

Supergirl and Starikov had a fight. Lena tries to calm the Russian. 

- What's going on between you and Supergirl? - Lena stared at Starikov. - Why can't you start working together?

- She started it, - Starikov muttered. She looked like a child. Stubborn and naive.

- Oh, really? - Lena raised an eyebrow. - And what did she do?

- She told me terrible things, - Starikov swallowed, and then continued. - She said that there could be nothing between you and me. She said I’m not even real.

Fuck. Lena clenched her teeth. It was low, especially for Supergirl.

- You seem more than real to me, - Lena gave Starikov a smile. She shyly smiled back. - I can touch you. - Lena reached out and touched her arm. Starikov closed her eyes, and Lena continued to speak. - I feel the warmth of your body. The strength of your muscles. – She made a step closer, gently touched Starikov’s cheek and whispered. -  I feel you. And I like you.

With these words, she slowly kissed Starikov on the lips. She didn't push, but she was sure of what she was doing.

Jealousy!AU

 Lena introduces Kara to her old friend Samantha Aries. Sam is beautiful, smart and she knows Lena too well. Seeing them together is overwhelming, and Kara unexpectedly has a panic attack.

Joaniarty!AU 

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- Jamie, - Sherlock said. - Jamie, Jamie. How long has she been Jamie? How long has she been this? For how long, Watson? For how long have you been carrying on behind my back. I had moments, moments I was afraid for you, glimpses of this very disaster, when I thought you might do something foolish—but you’ve always been so very clever. So where? Where is your heart, Joan?

- Oh, leave her alone.

Joan watched. She stood by and watched as Jamie left her side and moved toward Sherlock, slowly, her head cocked; her new smile was grim, nasty.

- You know exactly what this is, why she’s here—why I’m here with her—and you’re only angry because you think she’s taken something from you, - Jamie said. - There is nothing about how she feels that eludes you. You don’t want an explanation from her. You want it from me.

- Please, - Joan said, looking squarely at Jamie. - Just stop.

There was mutiny on Jamie's face, but for once she did as she was told. Instead of escalating, she rolled her eyes and retreated, holding up her hands in surrender. 

When Joan turned her attention back to Sherlock he was frowning but his shoulders had slumped and he seemed less likely to snarl at Jamie. 

- I'm sorry, - she said, watching his face relax, knowing all of the apologies in the world could never be enough, that she had betrayed him completely. - I'm sorry that you had to get involved. I'm sorry that I've worried you. I should have been honest with you from the beginning. You deserve my honesty. I just— I don't know what I thought would happen. Maybe that I'd be able to handle it. That—

- That you would help her in secret? That you would love her without my knowing it?

- No, - Joan said, quickly. - No .

- To which, no?

- I planned on telling you. Maybe not—not right away. But I knew that I would have to tell you when I got home. I knew that there would be consequences, and I was prepared to face them. I thought I was prepared to face them. Sherlock, your friendship, our partnership, they’ve meant everything to me, and jeopardizing them was— I can’t say what it was. There are no words for what it was. As far as your second question goes, I didn’t think about that. I didn’t want to believe that it was possible.

- But it was, - he said, so quietly she almost couldn’t hear him. Not a question. Never a question. He knew.

Rendezvous Series by brocanteur not finished, but brilliant work