#jayme x reader

William Shakespeare, Othello.

Jayme isn’t easy to love, that much she knows.

She can be mean and snarky far too often and her nasty habit of pushing people away when they start getting close certainly doesn’t help. Loving her was a battle that no one had been willing to fight for too long. But some how, despite all of the snark and venom, you loved her anyway and a part of her still couldn’t believe it...no one really could.

They said it all of the fucking time.

Maybe opposites really do attract but everybody else seemed to focus on just how opposite you really were, something of sugar and salt.

And every time they said it, Jayme just felt a little bit more.

Because maybe she didn’t deserve you and maybe you weren’t going to stick around...and maybe, just maybe, that thought terrified her in a way she could not explain. And then there was Jenna. Fucking Jenna. She was perfect, beautiful and charming and oh so wonderful!

Jayme hated that bitch.

Because Jayme could see the way she was looking at you, flirting with you, so carefully creeping closer and closer and, oh, Jayme could feel the venom building up. She wanted to scream, to spit, to break that bitch’s pretty little face into a million fucking pieces. But she didn’t. She couldn’t. Because, as much as she wanted to hurt her, she couldn’t bare the idea of hurting you...all her life, she’d never struggled with cracking skulls. But for you? For you she would hold back the rage.

You could see it, that fire in her eyes, though she didn’t know that. Sensing the fury within, you excused yourself from the party and followed Jayme as she stormed off, chasing her to the rooftop garden.

“Jay?”

She was standing at the edge of the roof, surrounded by greenery and roses as she gazed up at the sky. Coming close, you placed a hand on the small of her back and she sighed, the touch of you such a sweet comfort. Together you sat on the edge, head leaning against her shoulder as you looked up at the starry sky.

Andromeda, Aquila, Libra…

“She likes you,” Jayme suddenly said, breaking the silence with quiet fury. “Jenna. And I...I hate that. I hate the way she looks at you.”

“Baby, the only one I’m looking at is you,” you whispered.

And she smiled, despite herself, turning to look at you. Stardust glittered in your eyes on on her lips and she kissed you, needing the taste and touch of you so, so badly. Neither of you returned to the party. Instead you stayed up there in the clouds, counting the stars and stealing kisses. In time the anger dissipated (and later when you would tell her how proud you were that she didn’t unleash the way she wanted to, she would confess that she only did it for you) and Jayme felt okay again.

She felt loved and it was all she needed, the love of her life and the stars in the sky.

Sculptor, Orion, Musca…

Klaus is a mess and you, darling, just make him a hell of a lot messier.

It’s utterly ridiculous how much he loves you, but what’s even more ridiculous was that you loved him back. Him! Klaus Hargreeves! He was a screw-up, a disaster, all glitter and gore and misery and he was loved.

And that scared him.

Love, was no soft little creature, no, it was a fucking monster.

It was a beast that slithered in and destroyed with all of it’s poison and sharp teeth and it had bitten the man one too many times. He’d been hurt, over and over again by the beast. Scars littered his skin and soul and Klaus found himself terrified that he might loose you too. Heart aching and mind racing, Klaus had pulled away after that, wondering if this might be better.

Was it safe to love you?

Would you be happier without him?

Sometime he thought about that, imagining you happy as can be with someone else...someone safer and sweeter and normal. But the thought alone was too much to bare, did you want somebody else? Or did you want him? He prayed to the universe, to God, to anything that might be out for something, anything...some kind of sign to prove it to him.

And it was you.

You were the sign of love, no, you were love incarnate! Sitting outside his door, plucked from your garden and wrapped neatly in newspaper and twine, were flowers. Lilies. They were his favorite lily, Casa Blanca lilies, with sweet snowy petals. Once he’d told you about that and Klaus realized that you must have grown these for him...he smiled at the sight of them, fumbling for the note tucked between the flowers, reading what had been scribbled in you familiar handwriting.

“We loved with a love that was more than love...”

Heart fluttering in his chest, Klaus ran to you at once, love note and a lily still clutched in his hands. Falling against the door, he knocked and said your name like a love song, smiling as you opened the door.

“You gave me flowers,” he said breathlessly, falling into you. “You love me!”

~

Lips grace your neck.

She’s just come home, tired and bloodied as she falls into you. Jayme is a creature of habit and you know her every move from memory.

The clattering resounding through the apartment is her keys being tossed onto the side table, door slamming behind her and lock clicking into place (she always makes sure to lock everything, so worried about your safety). And the two thumps are her combat boots, kicked off to settle beside the sneakers you keep by the door. A weary sigh fills the air as she takes a moment to herself, to breathe, to think, to feel. And then she comes to find you.

You are waiting for her in the kitchen, sensing her presence as she comes.

The scent of smoke and dried blood mingle with fresh coffee as she comes close, pressing you between her body and the counter.

“Coffee’s almost ready.”

“Hmmm...” mumbling absentmindedly, Jayme’s fingers brushed your hair away and exposed your neck to her bloody lips. “I missed you.”

Lips dance along your neck in a crooked line, blood staining your skin.

And you smile, leaning into it, because you missed her too, coffee machine humming along with the beat of your hearts. She holds you and kisses you, loving how you keep her stable in this disastrous world.

Every kiss saves her, just a little bit.

~

Foreheads press together, dark eyes gazing at you through a haze of dark lashes.

Jayme had stumbled into your apartment without thinking, knowing that she wanted nothing else but you. Everything and everyone else just fucking sucks right now and she’s so angry and hurting but you, you, darling, are the remedy for the aching in her heart. Storming out of the academy, she ran to you right then, ranting and pacing furiously for a long, long time. But the anger has subsided slowly and now...she just wants yo hold you.

And she’s here now, hiding in the dark with you.

Moonlight spills over lovers in a pool of silver as Jayme presses herself into you softly, forehead against your own and eyes locked together.

Has anyone ever been as lovely as you?

Eyes so bright, lips so sweet, all stardust and sugar...oh, she just loves you so much!

She doesn’t need to say another word, you know that she’s hurting right now. And she doesn’t need anything else as you kiss her softly and whisper into her lips, everything else just vanishing into this kiss. Anger fades away into passion, Jayme kissing you deeply.

And it all just feels right once again.

~

Lips trace a trail across your shoulders.

Laying naked on her bed, you are bathed in the light of the setting sun, all golden and glowing and sweet, fast asleep. She looks at you and thinks of honey, smiling at the sight of you. Stripping from her uniform, Jayme joins you in bed and lays beside you as fingers travel up, up, up your spin. You shiver in your sleep and she smiles, kissing your shoulder.

“Jay…?”

The sound of your voice, soft and sleepy, just makes her heart flutter (she feels stupid for saying it, but it’s true) as you stir beneath her. A kiss, kiss, kiss is drawn from shoulder to shoulder and you’re sighing so sweetly, melting beneath her touch.

Slowly you roll in her embrace, back against the sheets as you look up at her.

The sun is in your eyes and a smile is on your face as Jayme grins at you, wondering how one person can be so stunningly perfect…

“Jayme…”

Her name is magic on your lips, a siren song that draws her in as she kisses you again and again.

~

Arms wrap around your waist as she pulls you into her embrace.

Her head rests against your shoulder as Jayme cuddles close, cheek pressed flat against your shoulder and looks at the window.

Twilight has come over the city, sunlight slipping slowly into darkness. Most people are sad at the end of a perfect summer day but Jayme counts the seconds until darkness. During they daylight hours, she’s mostly busy and can barely steal a moment to be with you (and that sucks so much). But in the dark she is free to be with you once again, to love you and to be loved by you, and she just lives for these moments.

Your hands fold over hers, the touch of cool metal making her smile.

The rings you wear are simple silver bands, her own typically on a chain when training or fighting. But tonight it’s on her finger too, ring glinting softly side by side in the light and simple inscription glittering.

J + Y.

It’s just a little piece of you she likes to keep with her, a reminder of who she has waiting for her at the end of a day.

~

Lips wander the valley between your breasts.

You writhing beneath her, hands tangled in her hair as you moan her name like a prayer. She is your goddess, Aphrodite on earth, and you are in the palm of her hand. Jayme is beautiful and terrifying, something of lightning and roses and ichor, and you are so, so in love with her. Her lips are a fire against your skin, wildfire raging from your belly to your breasts as you moan.

“You’re so pretty, baby,” Jayme whispers against hot skin.

Hands gently squeeze your breast, a little moan making her smile.

Jayme loves to see you fall apart for her, just for her. Because nobody else can make you feel the way she can and she knows it too, taking her time as you fall apart.

Gasping softly, you can feel her smiling against you, kiss after kiss making your mind hazy with love and lust. That beautiful wildfire burning its way up, up, up your neck, sweet nothing whispered in between.

You are so pretty, she declares, and perfect and all kinds of lovely.

And she loves you so fucking much, lips hovering over your own. Unable to take it anymore, you pulled her into again and, oh, she feels that fire too.

Jayme kisses you again and knows that she’s not going anywhere, not tonight.

Home is right here in your lips, right where she belongs.

~

Legs tangle with yours, laying in bed and looking at the stars.

Jayme loves nights like this, all tangled up in you with no worries about tomorrow.

Laying against the pillows, you hold her from behind, hands wrapped around her waist. Jayme loves the star, something you discovered long ago. She can name ever constellation from memory and all of the myths that follow them. And you know her, every freckle and scar and secret little detail that you alone have discovered. Past lovers never hung around too long (that was how she wanted it back then, so selfish and so lonely, but you’ve changed her so much) to know her like this but you?

You know her and you love her and tonight you are holding close her as she gazes at the stars and you gaze at her.

Sometimes she points out the constellations, sometimes she tells you “star stories”.

But tonight you lay in silence, tracing patterns across her stomach.

Jayme’s never felt so happy, so complete. There had been something missing before she met you, a void in her life that only you had been able to fill. Like a blank sky punctured with holes, you’d filled her world with light and she loved you for it.

Closing her eyes, you hummed a lullaby to the beat of your hearts and Jayme drifted off into dreams of you.

~

Lips press to your own again and again.

There’s nothing she wants to do more then to kiss you, so existing just for this. Your lips are heaven and starlight and sweetness and she’s terribly addicted to you.

But you are just as enamored and just as in love.

So she kisses you again and again, falling deeper in love with you with every kiss. Her mind is hazy and her lips are hot, body pressed to your own. Jayme can feel the beat of your heart and it sings with her own, a perfect little song. She pulls away, only for a moment, and bites your lips playfully, softly. But you pull her right back into you again.

“Kiss me,” you beg.

And she does, forgetting everything besides you lips.

It’s just you and here, just the way it should be. Lovers want for nothing but each other and Jayme’s got all of you right here in her hands and heart.

It was almost pitiful, the desperation and adoration she felt for you, love to the point of utter devotion. But it was beautiful too and she’d never been so happy before.

Which is why she’d held back when it came to meeting her family.

She loves them, of course she loves her family, but the Hargreeves are not the perfect heroes they proclaim to be. They are walking disasters, every last one of ‘em. Marcus has an ego the size of Jupiter and control issues like you wouldn’t believe, Ben’s a cocky little bastard filled with tentacled terrors and self-hatred, Alphonso’s cool, Sloane’s two seconds from bolting out the door and never looking back, Fei’s constantly spying on everyone, Christopher can be a little mean, don’t even get her started on their so-called father, and Jayme...well, you love her.

So maybe you’ll love them too.

She’s been thinking about it for a while now, playing around with the idea of introducing you in the back of your mind. Alphonso, of course, already knew you and liked you a lot.

He was her absolute favorite of them all and had been the first to know of you, having met you accidentally and liked you right away. You were, he decided, simply perfect for his sister and the happiness you brought her was worth everything and anything.

And it gave her a little bit of hope.

The truth was that she did want you to meet her family. Yeah, they were a mess, but they were her mess and she loved them. Refused to say it often but totally felt it. So Jayme wanted them to meet the girl she loved too. Honestly, at this point, they had to know that something was up. She was either sneaking out to meet you or sneaking you in/out of the academy (with a few near misses along the way) and while she did it better then Fonz, it had to be obvious. And she was right too, a few of her siblings already suspecting something. It was the way that she smiled so much more, always looking at her phone and drifting off into dreams.

Yeah, they had to at least suspect something was up with her at this point. So she might as well bite the bullet and get it over with, right?

She was holding your hand tight and trying not to imagine all of the things that could go wrong...and you’re nervous as hell, that much she can tell. Because you’re holding onto her tight and she can feel your pulse dancing rapidly too, hand squeezing her own.

“You don’t have to,” she said softly. “Not if you don’t want to.”

“I do!” you replied at once, squeezing her hand softly. “It’s just...”

What if they’re crazy? What if it all blows up in her fucking face? What if they cause a scene or start a fight or scare you off and she’s left all alone forever and ever-

“What if they don’t like me?”

Oh. That’s what you were freaked out about? Jayme laughed softly, shaking her head in disbelief. She’d been so caught up in her family’s drama that she hadn’t even noticed your own. You’d been freaked out too and she should have noticed that sooner, she should have said something. But thinking that they wouldn’t like you?

“First of all,” Jayme said with a smile. “They are going to love you because I love you. And if they got a problem? Screw ‘em. I’ll leave and take Fonz with me. He’d do it.”

“I would,” Alphonso agreed instantly.

“So you’ve got nothing to worry about.”

And hopefully, neither did she.

“With every step we take,

Kyoto to the bay,

Strolling so casually.

We’re different and the same,

Gave you another name.

Switch up the batteries.”

It was a Sunday night and, while they mostly did their own things through the week, Marcus, for some reason, insisted on Sunday night dinners for “bonding”. It was mostly so he could brag in interviews about them without lying, Jayme thought. He liked that perfect superhero family thing and tried so hard to make it real. But really, it mostly just ended in a screaming match or a fist fight, Sloane crying and everyone storming off to fume about it for a while.

But tonight was going to be different.

Because tonight, as she walked into the dinning room, she had you by her side. Everyone is shocked to see a stranger in the house and a hell of a lot more shocked to see that stranger holding Jayme’s hand. Ben mouths something to Christopher who chitters softly in reply, Marcus clearing his throat loudly.

“Jay? Who’s this?”

“My girlfriend.” She replies as she takes a seat.

You’re sitting next to her in the silence, her family looking at you in confusion. Still nervous as hell, you hold onto her for dear life.

“Hi, it’s...great to finally meet you all,” you said. “I’m Y/N.”

They shared a look, all of them, and Jayme could tell that you were freaking out a little bit from the way you’re hand was shaking. She squeezed it three times (her code for I love you was three and you’d learned to pick up on it) and shot you a smile, silently praying for her fucked up family to something right.

“I wish you’d said something earlier, Jayme,” Sloane said. “I’d of planned something!”

“...What?” she asked at once, glancing at her sister.

“You know, a nicer dinner, her favorite champagne, something to welcome her to the family.” Sloane smiled at you, eyes bright. “Hi! I’m Sloane.”

“Hi.”

You’re not shaking anymore, the grip you have on her hand loosening. Sloane is taking the lead this time and being her oh-so sweet self, asking you all about your life and family. And Jayme’s starting to think that this might not be such disaster because so far nobody’s freaking out or fighting. It’s actually kind...nice? Is that a thing they can do? Christopher chatters suddenly.

“Should have known Jayme was in loooove from the way she was sneaking around and smiling all the time!”

“Chris!” she hisses, shooting him a deadly glare as he feigns terror and they all chuckle.

And just like that you can let go and talk with her family. Sloane is sweet, Christopher is charming, Ben is...not as terrible (though he does question why you like Jayme and you handle it so perfectly too). Fei makes you laugh with a few well timed quips. And Marcus doesn’t say a damn thing, actually being nice to you.

It’s a goddamn miracle.

You spent the night with her and this time, there was no sneaking around. Tonight Jayme took you by the hand and lead you to her bed once more. Laying together, you steal kisses in the shadows and whisper about the night.

“Do you think they liked me?”

“Hell yeah they did,” Jayme whispered, kissing the top of your head. “They fucking loved you, I can tell.”

You’re smiling and her heart just thrills at the sight of it. The academy is not yet quiet, little sounds of her siblings slipping through. Marcus is exercising before bed to music and Sloane is in the kitchen for her nightly cup of tea. She can hear Christopher and Ben chattering away and Alphonso too, the TV playing from his bedroom. It’s a little bit perfect and she realizes that she’s never been so happy before. It feels like whatever was missing from her life has been complete, with her family actually happy for once and you in her arms.

“But you know what?” Jayme says with a grin. “I love you a hell of a lot more.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Fuck yeah,” she grins. “I fucking love you.”

You turn in her embrace and smile at her, playing with her dark hair as you look into your eyes. She feels pretty beneath your gaze, beautiful even, lips hovering over hers in an almost kiss. Her heart is aching for you as your body presses to her, hearts beating together is a jumbled symphony.

“I love you too,” you whisper.

The world fades away with just a kiss, Jayme falling so sweetly into. If there’s such a place as heaven, it must exist within your lips.

“If you gave me a chance, I would take it.

It’s a shot in the dark but we’ll make it.

Know with all of your heart, you can’t shake me.

When I am with you

There’s no place I’d rather be.”