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iamstevessmile · 1 year

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Forever Valentine

Mon-El of Daxum

Summary: Fluff, light romance, supergirl characters

AURORA’S POV

“Mon-El.” I whisper sleepily, keeping my eyes closed as I shuffle over toward the warmth as it’s slowly been drawn away from me.

“Right here.” I sigh contently when I hear his response, resting my head back onto his chest as I feel my eyes getting heavier once again. “Go back to sleep, sleeping beauty.”

A small smile makes its way onto my lips at the nickname, and I hum slightly in response, possibly incoherent as I let myself fall back asleep, the warmth once again taking over.

MON-EL’S POV

I smile down at the girl laying against me, her head on my chest as I hear her soft, gentle breaths while she sleeps.

How did I manage to get so Lucky?

Sitting still, not wanting to disturb her once again, I lay there, bringing my free arm up to her head and letting my hand gently run through her hair.

The sound of my phone ringing cuts into the silence, and I immediately cringe, not wanting to disturb Aurora anymore than I already had.

As I’m about to reach for my phone, her left arm moves up to my chest, her hand gripping onto my shirt and tugging slightly as if she was holding on for her life.

Sighing, I place my hand over where hers was gripping my shirt, hoping to ease whatever was running through her mind as I grab my phone off the bedside table.

“Hello?” I whisper groggily into the speaker.

“Mon-El! Buddy!” Winn’s voice travels across the phone. “Why do you sound like you just woke up?”

“Well Winn, because I practically just did.”

“Oh, shit, sorry man.” He huffs lightly on the other end of the line.

“No problem. Is everything alright?” I ask, keeping my voice down.

“Yes, well no.”

“Details Winn.”

“Right, yes, okay. So I know it’s the day of love and all that Jazz and technically you were given off for the day, but J’onn needs you to come in.” I shut my eyes for a moment, thinking over his words before speaking.

“Any clue what it’s about?”

“Something about some alien from Daxum? Does that sound like a possibility?”

“At this point Winn, I wouldn’t even question if you told me you were an alien too.”

“Unfortunately, I’m not. Though it would be cool to have some sort of powers, and a cool background story.” He rambles on, making me chuckle softly. “Yeah anyways, when can you get here?”

“I just need to get out of bed, give me ten minutes, fifteen at max.”

“Okay, see you soon man.” With that, I hang up the call, sighing as I look down at Aurora.

“‘M sorry gorgeous, I’ll be back soon.” I unclasp her hand from my shirt, pulling back and sliding a cushion into my spot to replace where I was laying.

I quickly move around the room and into bathroom, getting ready as quickly and quietly as possible before walking back into my room.

I walk back over to the bed, leaning down to place a kiss on Aurora’s forehead before leaving the room and making my way over to the DEO’s headquarters.

- - -

“Okay, I’m here!” I announce, landing on the porch as I make my way down the steps and towards the mainframe of computers.

“Woah, that was quick.” Winn spins around in his chair to face me.

“Part of the job man, is it not?”

“Yeah, sorry about making you leave Aurora by the way.” His eyes flash with sympathy and I just shake my head slowly.

“She’s still sleeping, hopefully I’ll be back before she’s up, but don’t sweat it okay?”

“Noted. No sweating it.” I can’t help but laugh at his words. “Wanna quick brief before the others show up?”

“Hit me.”

With that, he spins his chair back round, his fingers flying over the keys, and in a matter of seconds, an imagine is being displayed on the main screen.

“That’s a-“

“A Xyled.”

“You’re familiar with it?”

“Yeah, they used to attack quite a lot, back on Daxum.”

“Mon-El, thanks for coming in.” At the sound of the voice, I turn away from the screen and walk over to the platform table in the middle of the room.

“Always here to help J’onn, you know that.”

“Kara was able to identify that this creature was from Daxum, but that’s about it.” I turn to look over at her, seeing her nod in agreement to J’onn’s words.

“I only ever heard of them from my parents, I suppose having the expert here is our best bet at getting more information.” She smiles at me, and I nod in understanding.

“What can you tell us about this Xyled creature?” J’onn asks, leaning forward against the platform.

“They’re known for their violence, they do not care what they destroy or who they hurt, they just want to do whatever they aim to do.”

“Oh, we’ll that’s just great.” Kara perks up sarcastically, making me chuckle. “Talk about a Valentine’s Day gift.”

“They used to lead constant attacks against the Royal Family back on Daxum.”

“So what are they doing here?” One of the agents pipes up.

“They must have survived after the Daxamite invasion. Probably been in hiding somewhere, waiting to attack.”

“Has it attacked yet?”

“Yep, about three hours ago at Queen’s park, another an hour ago at the Royal Mandarin, center of national city.” Winn recites, looking down at his tablet.

“That’s no coincidence. Mon-El, you said something about them attacking the Royal Family?”

“That was their goal. Ultimate destruction of the monarchy I suppose.”

“It’s attacking places that it could possibly find some type of Royalty.”

I watch as Winn pulls up a video of the attack on the screen, watching the Xyled rampage through a park, scaring tons of innocent people.

“Not some type, it’s hunting me.” I say breathlessly, hearing the alien shout my name in it’s language right before it runs away. “It just called me out.”

“You can speak their language?” Kara asks curiously, getting a nod in response.

“Yeah, my parents forced me to learn a lot of languages when I was younger. Guess they did something right.” I shrug, leaning my forearms against the platform. “So what’s the plan?”

“I think maybe you should sit this one out Mon-El.” Alex speaks up, and I immediately disagree.

“No, she’s right. If the creature is hunting you, you should stay as far away as possible.” Kara says, agreeing with her sister.

“That’s not what heroes do. You taught me that.” I stare back at her, watching her intently, until she gives in and nods.

“They do have a point though.” Winn speaks up, and I release a sigh. “Maybe it’s best if you go back home and stay with Aurora.”

“If I don’t go out there and stop this thing, it’s only going to come find me and I can never risk it hurting Aurora. We have to capture it, and I have an idea.”

“Go ahead.” J’onn nods his head, encouraging me to share the plan.

“I’ll go in as bait, then you guys come in as backup once I’ve cornered it.”

“Mon-El, are you sure this is a good idea? You said they were extremely violent.” Alex pipes up, being the voice of logic for all of us.

“I can handle it, besides, I have you guys incase anything goes wrong.”

———

“NOW ALEX!” I Shout, watching as she stuns the alien with a net, allowing J’onn to run up and cuff it in DEO hand cuffs.

“Choi ulo senot.

NEM-OR KLYUMSOKLYMSO EH JUZAN“

They’re coming.

MON-EL PRINCE OF DAXUM

A shiver runs down my spine as the creature whispers sharply at me.

They?

“Good job Mon-El.” J’onn says, walking up to pat me on the shoulder. “Now, I heard there’s a certain someone waiting for you back home.”

A smile spreads across my face at the thought of finally being able to go home to my girl.

“There is, thanks for the back-up J’onn. Call me if there are any more violent aliens on the loose.”

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I finally make my way back into my apartment, unlocking the door to find Aurora wrapped up in a blanket on the couch, with a book resting in her lap.

Her head snaps up at the sound of the door clicking behind me, and my heart races as her eyes flash with relief when they meet my own.

“Hi there sleeping beauty.” I smile softly, making my way over to the couch. “How’d you sleep?”

“Hi handsome.” I see her lips pout slightly, making my heart pang with guilt, yet I know it was unintentional. “You weren’t there when I woke up.”

“I know gorgeous, I’m sorry, duty called.” I speak softly, moving over to crouch down in front of where she sat on the couch. “I hope you can forgive me.”

“You’re back with me and safe, so that’s all I can really ask for.” My heart swells at her words and I smile at her.

I hold up the bouquet of lilac roses I had picked up along the way back, watching her eyes light up with adoration at the sight of them.

“Mon-El!” She tosses her book aside, wrapping her arms around my neck as she pulls me into a hug. “They’re so beautiful, thank you.”

“I’m glad you like them Aurora.” I whisper softly, pulling back until my lips were hovering just above hers.

“More than.” She takes initiative, moving her face forward until our lips collided, moving perfectly against one another.

“Happy Valentine’s Day Sleeping Beauty.”

#mon el x kara #mon el #mon el of daxam #daxam #daxamite #kryptonian #krypton #romance #love #fluff #OC #supergirl #alex danvers #j’onn j’onzz

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dc-tournaments · 4 months

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Why do they deserve to win?

Clark Kent (TW implied CSA)

Diro Yat (TW abuse)

#god here we go again with a kryptonian and a daxamite fighting 🙄#dc #worst dad tournament #clark kent #diro yat #csa tw

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cantsayidont · 7 months

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September 1990. One of the bright spots of the continuity-related editorial battles that beset the "v4" LEGION OF SUPER-HEROES book was Laurel Gand, introduced in LEGION OF SUPER-HEROES #6 and retroactively inserted in Legion history to replace Supergirl, who in this period was considered editorially off-limits. Laurel was a Daxamite, with the same powers as Supergirl (albeit with slightly different weaknesses), but she wasn't tied to Superman and she wasn't a time traveler, so her place in the Legion wasn't constrained in the ways Supergirl's had been. Like Supergirl, Laurel dated Brainiac 5, but after their messy breakup, she later got involved with his best friend, Rond Vidar, probably at least partly in hopes of getting a rise out of Brainy. However, Laurel then caught feelings for Rond and had a baby with him, while still secretly carrying a torch for Brainy. Oops! None of that would have been editorially permissible for Supergirl, nor would Laurel's super-thong.

I always liked Laurel and wish the series had made more use of her, but DC in this era was in the throes of its recurring misconception that allowing other characters with powers like Superman's somehow weakens the Superman franchise. She was apparently killed off after Keith Giffen and the Bierbaums left the book, and while a version of Laurel was reintroduced following the dreadful ZERO HOUR reboot, she was recast as a literal space nun, "Sister Andromeda"! Awful.

#comics #who's who #legion of super heroes #legion of superheroes #keith giffen #al gordon #tom and mary bierbaum #laurel gand #brainiac 5 #supergirl #daxamites #rond vidar #the reboot was such garbage #it should have been an AU

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michaeljoncarter · 11 months

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also on the topic of the eradicator, this is something that hasn't been brought up again since it happened & could absolutely just be ignored, but i so wish they would do something to retcon that whole storyline about him going back to daxam & making a bunch of daxamite supersoldiers into nonexistence

not because there's anything particularly wrong with it but just because it was just sooo much funnier when literally the only canon interaction between him (the ai whose entire purpose was preserving krypton) and daxam (the only surviving kryptonian colony planet) was that centuries ago, he noticed how horny ancient daxamites were starting to get about aliens, shot them with a ray that turned them space racist and gave them lead poisoning, and then literally never acknowledged their existence again

#eradicator #i don't know WHY this is so funny to me but it is #daxamites as kryptonian descendants and tbh just daxam in general has not been explored enough #i have so many questions that will never be answered

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imjustalittleman · 1 year

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[Sort of an aftermath/continuation of my previous post??]

Today was the day. Kara was going to walk into Lena's office, and she was going to tell her everything. 'Everything' being the fact that she was Supergirl, her true name Kara Zor-El. Not the other part of everything. Not the part where she found herself wanting to simply be near the CEO. Where she couldn't spend a second without thinking about her. No, it was all too sudden, and she was still trying to figure out what this all meant. She had just lost Mon-el, and she almost lost Lena, too. Surely, this was an aftershock. The first secret was big enough, anyway.

She paced back and forth along her kitchen floor, going over the exact words she planned on saying to Lena so that she wouldn't mess up. No matter what, she had to do it. She couldn't hold it off for any longer. Not when the hints were getting too obvious and the lies were getting too absurd. She didn't like lying in the first place. Especially to her best friend. And it wasn't like she didn't trust her after all of this time. Of course she did! It was just that she never knew how to bring it up. Saying something like "Hey, Lena. I don't know if I ever mentioned this before, but I'm Supergirl. Tada" didn't seem very appropriate.

Whatever the excuse, she just couldn't let another day go by without telling her. Since the day they teamed up to save Lena, Lillian Luthor's words echoed through her mind:

"Eventually, she'll find out on her own. Find out that you've been lying to her all this time. And when she does? She'll hate you for it."

She knew Lillian was only trying to get in her head with that statement, but she couldn't help but find truth in it. Her friendship with Lena has only grown since they met. And Lena has opened up to her on numerous occasions. Sometimes, to her own surprise. She didn't deserve to be lied to again. She put her trust in too many people just to watch them betray it. Kara was not going to be one of the many. She was determined to show her friend that she appreciated her trust. She wanted to open up to her, too. Because friendship takes mutual effort, and Lena deserves it all.

With that, Kara stopped in her tracks. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She whispered a quick "I can do this" to herself before nodding in resolution and taking to the skies to LCorp.

When she got off the elevator, she gave a casual greeting to Jess, who in turn gave her a brief smile and nod, indicating that she was welcome to walk in the office. Despite the 'go ahead', she knocked on the door just in case before going inside.

Lena must not have heard the knocking because when Kara stepped foot in the office, she was sitting in her desk chair, squinting at her computer screen in concentration. She looked immersed in her work, and Kara almost felt like she was intruding, but she took the time to admire her friend. Her black hair was put up in a bun today. A few strands seem to have escaped the rest and lightly rested near the sides of her face. Her eyes looked sharp as they often do, but she also had deep bags. Kara didn't blame her for not being able to get much sleep after all that has happened. If anything, she didn't want to have to stress her out any more than she already looked.

Swiftly, Kara walked up to the desk and cleared her throat. Lena looked up, and her eyes softened as soon as she registered who was in the room with her.

"Kara, hi" she greeted as a light smile graced her lips and she stood up. "What brings you here today?"

Kara adjusted the glasses on her face as it was a natural habit when she was nervous. "Hi Lena. I just came to visit and see how you were doing. And to tell you something important," she mumbled the last part.

Lena approached her and her hand lightly pressed against Kara's lower back, guiding her to the couch. When they took a seat, their knees touched which didn't go unnoticed by either party.

"Is everything okay?" Lena asked, concern etched into her voice. She always seemed to sense when Kara was conflicted or anxious. And she always asked about it, which only made Kara want to confess to her more because of how much she genuinely cared.

Kara played with her fingers, "Yes. Um. I just- Well... How are you?" She managed to stutter out, looking up into green eyes that stared back in question.

"I could be better," Lena answered truthfully. "But the real question is how are you? Your boyfriend- Mike, was it? - he just-"

Kara swallowed thickly. She wasn't expecting the counter question, although she should've, considering Lena always asked. If she was being honest, she hadn't thought about how she felt about the whole situation since it happened. She tried to ignore her feelings and be productive. Continue being Supergirl. It helped for a bit, but now that she was being asked, she didn't know if she could keep it in anymore.

"Mike, yeah. He took my pod and he-" She started choking on her words and a sob escaped her without permission. She didn't come here to talk about what happened. She didn't come here to cry about her (ex?) boyfriend. But that's what she ended up doing when she felt the tears form up in the corners of her eyes. She didn't even realize her slip up.

In little time, Lena was wrapping Kara in a strong and warm hug. "I'm so sorry that had to happen," she whispered.

Kara hugged the brunette back and cried into her shoulder. She felt Lena run a hand through her ponytail, taking it out in one felt swoop and massaging it. It was calming, but it didn't stop the tears that were already running down her cheeks.

"I miss him," she said weakly. And she did miss him. It has only been a few days, but she could already feel the difference it was making. She wished that he was still on earth with her and that they could continue living their lives as if his mother had never even come to earth in the first place. But now..

"And you have every right to. Look at me," Lena pushed Kara's shoulders away gently so they could look at each other. She looked into Kara's blue eyes that were still filled with tears. Wiping them away with a thumb to either side, Kara's glasses lifted up with each movement. Then, holding her face in between her hands, she said, "You are a strong woman. Stronger than you know. Your boyfriend? He sacrificed his life on earth for the rest of us. That was a noble thing to do. Crying is always okay, Kara. But just know that you two are still connected in here," she placed two fingers on her head. "And in here," she pointed to Kara's heart.

Kara nodded and smiled, wiping away the rest of her tears. "Thank you," she sniffed. "Really." She was more than grateful that Lena cared about her feelings. "And sorry for getting your sweater all..."

"It's alright. It was getting warm anyways," Lena said, slipping off said sweater and placing it down on the armrest of the couch.

They sat in a semi-comfortable silence for a few moments. Kara was still sniffling and quietly thanked Lena when she got up to get a box of tissues. Lena waited patiently until her dear friend was ready to speak again.

"Sorry you had to see that," Kara apologized once again.

"Don't be," Lena replied before the taller woman could say anything else. "You were there to comfort me back when Jack...," she was looking down at the floor when she said this, trying to hide her melancholic response to the memory. She raised her head to look into Kara's blue eyes again, reaching out to one of her hands and squeezing it lightly in assurance, "The least I could do is return the favor."

Kara smiled at the comment and, once again, gave a sincere "Thank you." She was perfectly okay with just spending the remainder of her visit sitting on Lena's couch and talking to her about various things. Both everything and nothing almost simultaneously, like they were so used to doing. She longed to change the subject to something more pleasant. Something happier than death or separation. And then she remembered.

"I almost forgot!" She blurted out suddenly, catching the businesswoman by surprise. "I have to tell you something," she started. And just like that, the nerves came back to her. She was anxious of what the other woman's response would be. What if she really did begin to hate her like Lillian said? She wouldn't know what to do if she added on to the grief that Lena had already experienced in her life. If she never wanted to see her again, she would oblige, but Kara wouldn't be able to go on if she lost another person that she cared deeply for in such a short time. She didn't want that to happen at all, but if that were the case, she wouldn't be able to stop her.

"What is it?" Lena asked, snapping the reporter out of her thoughts and back to the brunette sitting next to her.

She started fidgeting again. "It's important that you know."

Lena did the thing where she rose her eyebrow just a bit, curious, her undivided attention on Kara. She watched as Kara slid off her glasses and placed them on the table in front of them. Her eyes widened as Kara started unbuttoning her shirt and she promptly looked away.

Clearing her throat and trying to hide her oncoming blush she asked, "Kara, what are you doing?"

Said woman noticed the squeak in her voice and looked up after fumbling with one of the buttons to see that Lena was no longer looking at her. "I'm-" she paused. She looked down to her shirt that was almost all the way open and back to Lena, who was looking away awkwardly. Her face was redder than before. Then it clicked. Oh Rao.

"It's not what it looks like!! I- there are clothes underneath this! It was- this is a part of what I wanted to tell you!"

Lena took a moment to breathe again before she slowly turned her head back around. She sighed in relief when she saw that Kara was not indeed stripping in her office with just the two of them. What she saw instead was a very familiar outfit worn by a certain superhero who she has grown to respect and regard as a friend. The red symbol outlined by yellow for the House of El stood out among the rest of her attire. Before Lena knew it, her hand was on Kara's chest, tracing out the 'S' and the pentagon surrounding it.

"I'm Supergirl," Kara said quietly, as if saying it any louder would give the secret away to the whole world.

Lena's finger stopped tracing along the crest, much to Kara's displeasure for reasons she didn't know. Her hand went up to Supergirl's face to put a stray strand of her hair behind her ear.

"I know," she smiled crookedly. These two simple words held more feeling and explanation than any other. It held memories of all the little accidental slip ups that Kara thought she could get away with, but Lena had a keen eye. It held the intense relief Lena felt all of those times Supergirl saved her from death. But it also held the dullness that she felt at having to live in the image of the villain everyone made her out to be. It held the pain of all the times Kara lost her loved ones. Lost her planet. Lost herself to her thoughts. It held the weight of the world. And it held the forgiveness Lena had for Kara not telling her sooner because she understood. Lena knew this. Kara knew this. And if nobody else did, then it was okay because it was only important for the two of them.

#not me posting all my old supercorp fics #this took place after the daxamite invasion #kara danvers #lena luthor #supercorp #supergirl #fanfic #anyway i love them #a bit of angst #a bit of comfort

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morethanweseem · 2 years

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Rhea and Lar Gand sat in their thrones while the ship came to a stop above a blue planet. Kara stared down at it, tilting her head, standing behind them. “This is where the pod landed, your majesties,” the captain announced. A grid appeared on the large screen, indicating a specific area on a land mass below them. Rhea raised her hand, summoning Kara closer. She stepped forward, kneeling beside her queens throne and staring up at her.

“My queen.”

“Kara. I want you to go down to the planets surface and search for the prince. Let him know that his kingdom waits for his return.” She stroked Kara’s jaw and Kara nodded.

“Yes, my queen.” She looked from Rhea to Lar Gand, nodding at him as well before she stood up and left the hall. Going down to the bottom level of the ship, she took a small ship and flew down into the planets atmosphere, heading towards the princes location. Buildings started to rise up to meet her, surprising her in their plentifulness and their shine. Landing where the pods signal had died, she was in a plot of green land, playthings around, people running. Getting out of the ship, she started to hover over the ground to search for the pod.

@valorems

#valorems #vlm meeting concodax #v; a daxamite raised #more than an assistant (Kara)

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karel-luthor · 1 year

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THE CHAMPION OF EARTH

You survive the loss of your home planet, Conquered every fear and anxiety you ever had. Fought as the Protector of Earth and earned its people respect. Among the Kryptonians you are the strongest of them all, physically and spiritually.

You are the Paragon of Hope the Symbol of Strength

#Girl of Steel #melissa benoist #just me remebering the last battle of s2 with those damn daxamites and the man of steel under the silver kryptonite effect #supergirl's power stronger than superman

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byzcntine · 2 years

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@supcrfriends asked: ❛ could this be a trap ? ❜ from kara to mon-el

“ ─ no, it’s pancakes. I know you’ve been working your ass off trying to keep up with all of your super duties, as well as everything at CatCo, so I figured you could use a good breakfast.” Mon-El paused, a sheepish grin taking over his features. “And if you happen to feel a little lethargic after eating them all and want to climb back into bed, well, I certainly won’t complain.”

#✗ thread | the daxamite #✗ | supcrfriends #✗ supcrfriends | karamel

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kitkatt0430 · 2 years

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Mon-El subplots I would have liked to have seen on Supergirl (in place of him dating Kara)

1.) Mon-El's struggles to come to terms with the destruction of his homeworld & the decimation of his people & the part Kryptonians played in it.

Admittedly, it's been a while since I saw season 2 of Supergirl. But I remember being disappointed by the lack of focus on Mon-El's grief. We see bits and pieces of Kara's struggle with being an immigrant and having her homeworld and people and culture, as she knew it as a child, destroyed. But with Mon-El, it's all fresh. For him the destruction of Daxam and Krypton were just days ago when he woke up. And while there's a heavy focus on him conforming to human culture and fitting in so no one knows he's an alien... he's not really left much room to grieve.

Season one of Supergirl established that the environmental crisis that destroyed Krypton was the fault of the Kryptonians - season two further establishes that the crisis didn't end there. Krypton's destruction damaged Daxam, destroying parts of the planet and rendering it uninhabitable. As far as Mon-El knows, he's the only Daxamite to survive his planet's destruction and, if he's lucky, there might have been some Daxamites off planet at the time of his homeworld's destruction so he's at least not the only Daxamite left alive.

But he knows his homeworld's death - the deaths of billions of his people - is the fault of the Kryptonians. Kryptonians who knew was was coming and as far as he - his people's prince - was aware... Daxam was not warned. The tragedy came swiftly and without warning and Mon-El only survived because his bodyguard put him in a Kryptonian pod and sent him to safety.

Kara constantly takes the high ground against Daxamite culture, but Kryptonians are directly responsible for the destruction of Daxam and the show's plot kind of glosses over this. It would have been interesting to have Mon-El hold a grudge against Kara for being Kryptonian and for the narrative to validate his feelings. Kara having to recognize that her people's refusal to acknowledge the instability of their planet's core makes her people responsible for what transpired on Daxam and that she bears some of that responsibility as a Kryptonian.

It would have been a far more interesting take on their relationship if Mon-El was struggling to accept that it's not really Kara he's angry with but what she represents while Kara is struggling to recognize that Kryptonian hubris and prejudices are still things she's carried with her to Earth that it's time to learn to outgrow. It's only after they both grow as people that they can learn to be friends over the course of the season.

2.) Mon-El learning about how humans practice polyamory.

Given that season 2 was also the season where Alex discovers she's a lesbian, it would have been interesting if Alex's self exploration prompted Mon-El to learn more about the queer community himself. I think a lot of aspects of both the polyamorous community and the kink community would appeal to him, as it's implied that Daxamites were more 'sexually adventurous' or whatever than Kryptonians were.

I definitely felt like there was a 'monogamy good' message going on in pairing Mon-El up with Kara, as though Mon-El had to let go of all his culture in order to be worthy of her, and I think that's what really turned me off on their ship entirely. So Mon-El finding aspects of human culture that are marginalized and treated poorly that resonate strongly with him would only be a good thing. It'd put him in a position to push back against some of Kara's criticisms of his culture and to say 'humans actually do the same thing and the only thing bad about it is that people here discriminate against it'.

All of which dovetails nicely with the next point...

3.) A closer look at Daxamite culture.

We get Daxam as kind of a strawman - the anti-Krypton - that Kara harps on righteously because its so bad with slavery and rampant drug use and promiscuity everywhere. And when the rest of the survivors of Daxam show up, Mon-El has to prove himself better than the rest of his people and a hero to Earth. It's kind of gross.

Mon-El does need to learn that not everything about his homeworld's culture was good. Unlearning his acceptance of his people owning slaves? Absolutely needs to acknowledge that was bad. But everything else is an open world to play with people's expectations. Maybe their recreational drug policies actually led to fewer addicts - as we've seen in the real world where drugs are decriminalized, people are far less likely to die of overdoses or bad drug batches and people are more likely to seek help with a drug problem because there's less of a stigma due to the lack of criminalization of what is, at heart, an illness. Of course, this may have been more true for the upper classes of Daxamite culture than the lower classes. And, of course, as noted above I think Mon-El would see the promiscuity of his people that Kara derides as being analogous to how humans handle open relationships and noting that there's a difference between an open relationship and cheating.

But beyond pushing back on the world of straw the show gave us, it'd be interesting to know more about the people of Daxam. Did culture vary in different areas of the planet? What expectations was Mon-El facing as the prince and heir to the throne of an entire planet? What religions were there and was Rao worshipped there too? If Rao was worshiped, how did the worship of Rao differ between Daxamites and Kryptonians?

Ultimately we know so little about Daxam, which is unfortunate given how prominent of a character Mon-El is. It'd be interesting to have a picture of Daxam that shows it wasn't all bad and that Mon-El doesn't have to give up his heritage as a Daxamite entirely to prove himself a hero on Earth.

4.) Mon-El leading a social revolution with his people.

All of the above comes together in this. It would have been interesting if Mon-El recognized his people couldn't continue on as they had been. Instead of him just wanting to stay on Earth because he liked Kara, say he did want to go with his people but the conflict with his parents came from his desire to change the aspects of their culture that needed changing not least of all because without the power they once held on Daxam and have lost by becoming refugees...

When he learns his mother intends to make Earth 'New Daxam' come hell or high water, of course he'd still fight to protect Earth. His time on Earth has taught him that he isn't entitled to having everything he wants just because he's a Daxamite prince and he's extended that understanding that his people aren't entitled to Earth just because they want it. His parents aren't entitled to do whatever they please - even ultimately harming their own people - just because they're rulers. He's learned that with power comes responsibility and intentions don't make abusing that power okay.

And perhaps instead of winding up in the future after leaving Earth, Mon-El becomes the new King of Daxam, spearheading social reforms that will eventually lead to a better life for all his people and ensure all Daxamites are treated with dignity. Maybe they terraform a new planet or become a traveling city like Argo, which still allows for bringing Mon-El back for later story events as dictated by later seasons plots.

#supergirl #fandom meta #supergirl meta #mon-el #daxamite culture #plots that would have been interesting for the show to have explored with Mon-El #if they hadn't been so focused on making mon-el the love interest

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inkedroplets · 2 years

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I have so many WIP's started, I feel like I should just pick one at random and polish that one up because I belong in the Bad Place because I cannot for the life of me make a decision.

#ragnarok au where kara has an asshole daxamite gf for a time?#constantine au?#or one of the other million ideas I have

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coffeebooh · 2 years

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oh, what could have been…

#it’s the eye of ekron btw #young justice #supergirl #it would have made sense too #ursa vs superman #superboy and supergirl #would have been a delight #while the rest are fighting granny goodness and the furies #listen i have a vision #ok yk what #fuck c*nner he had focus last season #how abt we get any daxamite instead of him #superman #and… sodam yat? or mon-el?#season 5 in a nutshell

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suzukiblu · 8 months

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excerpt from a "Kara actually got to Earth on-schedule and now she's got a baby cousin to raise" AU:

Kara doesn’t understand the aliens’ language, which is fine. She didn’t expect to. She watches them interact and listens as they speak, familiarizing herself with the cadence and pitch and rhythm of their voices and doing her best to pick out individual sounds and patterns. She likes languages well enough. She did pretty well with Daxamite dialects in school last year, anyway.

The aliens are kind, at least so far. They found her and Kal curled up in the remains of their smashed-up ships in their ruined field and brought them into their home despite the mess. Kara thinks they’re farmers, probably? So probably Laborer Guild, or whatever this planet has instead of Laborers. The House of El is mostly Thinkers, but Kara isn’t worried about that. She’ll figure something out, as soon as she figures out how to communicate with the aliens. Pantomime has not been all that helpful, at least not so far.

They gave her a warm, unusually sweet drink that might have some kind of milk in it, with soft white pellets in it that are even sweeter. It’s not quite like anything she’s ever tasted before, but she likes it. Kal really liked it, though the aliens seemed to think he shouldn't have too much and gave her a little cup of just milk alone for him instead. Or she thinks it's milk, anyway.

It's white. And very thick, and almost creamy? Though it tasted good too, when Kara stole a sip to make sure it wouldn’t upset Kal’s stomach if she gave it to him.

"Pye," the alien that Kara is assuming is female announces in their weirdly simple-sounding language, putting a round plate with a slice of something on it on the table in front of her. Kal reaches for it from her lap with a burble. Kara peers at it too. The slice is triangular, with a crisp crust and an oozy red filling. She wonders why the plate is round, if the "pye" is meant to be sliced and served triangularly. It seems a little disrespectful to the cook–or baker? Or at least the artisan who made the plate, which was clearly painted with very dedicated care–painted by hand, even, not a pre-programmed design reproduced by a machine. That’s very luxurious for Laborers to be offering unexpected guests who just destroyed their field.

Maybe they’re overcompensating, Kara thinks. Or maybe the aliens are really just that kind.

Maybe.

She thinks they’re little flowers, the designs around the edges of the plate. Or at least they look like they could be flowers. They’re flower-like, if nothing else, and all the weird colors of them might just be a stylistic choice.

They’re pretty.

She wishes she could show her mother.

Kara crushes down the grief for the thousandth time and smiles at the aliens. They smile back.

It helps, almost.

Almost.

The “pye” tastes very good.

#kara zor el #kal el #supergirl #superman #superfamily #ma and pa kent #rinfic #wip: kara gets to earth on time

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fazedlight · 2 months

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Awakening (Kara character study, small part supercorp softness)

“But why can’t I be matched to Tali, mom? She’s my best friend!”

Alura turned to Kara, her jaw tensed with frustration with the stubborn child. “Kara, you know better than this. Stable matching can only be achieved if there is a true bijection between disjoint sets-”

“We don’t even have a true bijection because the population is constantly changing, we don’t sort according to all possible preferences, we don’t even have-” “It is not in our nature, Kara,” Alura said, with a dangerous tone in her voice. “We are not Daxamites.”

“But-”

“The answer is no.”

---

Kara is thirteen Earth years the first time she’s called “dyke.” She doesn’t know what it means. She had only been to school for a couple of weeks. Before that, the only substantial English she had spoken was the couple months with Eliza, Jeremiah, Alex, and Kal.

Clark, not Kal. Saying “Kal” would put her baby cousin- her older cousin- her cousin in danger.

Alex’s face flushes, and her eyes almost burn with anger, as she shoves Jake Howell against a locker. Kara could do it easily herself, but showing her newfound strength to humans would put her in danger too, somehow. Kara doesn’t think asshole is a nice word, given how Alex growled it. But she suspects dyke isn’t a nice word either.

That night after dinner, Eliza sighs, and hugs Kara gently - and Kara resolves to never get called dyke again.

---

“She’s gorgeous, she’s smart, she smells nice. Hell, I want to date her.” Kara flushed with discomfort, as the words came unbidden from her lips. But Alex didn’t remark on the odd statement, and Kara shoved the thought away.

Just weeks later, awkwardness would turn to tension as Lucy growled. “You and Hank, why do you all lie?”

“When you are an alien,” Kara choked, “You’re willing to sacrifice anything, everything, betray your fundamental instincts - just to fit in.” Something tugged in Kara’s soul at that moment. That she had always tried to fit in, long before she became an alien. But there simply hadn’t been time to linger.

It was only weeks later, when Lucy was saying her goodbyes before leaving National City to rejoin the military, that Kara felt the uncomfortable spike again. “I do know what it’s like to hide,” Lucy confessed.

Kara tilted her head, questions like why? and what do you mean? floating through her mind. But she thought it would be kinder not to ask. “I hope someday, you can be all that you are.”

Lucy gave a small smile. “Me too.”

---

She hadn’t expected meeting Lena to feel like lightning in her veins. The younger Luthor was quick-witted, and beautiful, and playful. Kara felt herself flush with the gentle teasing during their first coffee, and found herself marveling at never quite having a friendship like this before.

---

“So… so she’s gay?” Kara asked, the word heavy in her throat. “And are you saying, you’re gay too?”

Alex sighed and paced in front of Kara, her frustration just as apparent as her confusion. How can you not know if you’re gay?, Kara wondered, at the same time feeling strangely allergic to the conversation. Wouldn’t it be obvious? “What’s changed?” Kara asked.

---

Yeah, he was… immature. Irresponsible. But they connected - orphans of a lost planet, who spoke the same tongue, who had the same bewilderment in their first moments on an alien planet with newfound powers. And if being in his bed brought her pleasure, it was only proof of their connection, that a good relationship could come of it.

Sometimes there were those flashes - Mon-El had been confused by Alex’s coming out, not understanding the concept. The more the merrier would ring in Kara’s head, and she’d chase away the image of Lena’s face.

---

“I couldn’t have done it, Kara.”

Kara’s chest heaved as she gazed down at Lena, hearing Kal’s words flash through her mind. Lena clung to Kara’s arm as Kara hovered above the reservoir, and some corner of Kara’s mind knew that she should go land, that the danger was over. That Lena was safe. That the city was safe.

But she could only stare down at Lena, whose heart hammered in her chest, whose panting breaths from her climb had not yet slowed. I almost lost her, Kara thought, forlorn. I couldn’t lose her…

It was that moment that her world came crashing down, that realization made her feel like she was drowning. That romantic love wasn’t merely a combination of friendship and lust. That shared experience didn’t mean a shared connection. There was something that ran deeper.

She was in love with Lena, and she could no longer deny it.

---

It was a drunken movie night, after Lena’s breakup with James, when Kara heard I love you fall from Lena's lips.

“It was always you,” Lena confessed, her words slightly slurred from the alcohol as Kara finished pulling the covers over her. “I just wanted to be close to you.”

Kara stood back, feeling her heart pound as she watched Lena slip into slumber. I wish I had told you, Kara thought, her mind flashing to a moment long ago in a forest. I wish I had told you, before…

Kara spent a fitful night trying to sleep on her couch, and Lena’s eyes flashed with shame the next morning as she woke. But they left for Noonan’s, leaving the conversation behind.

---

It felt impossibly brief, that window of time after Kara had revealed her secret, where everything felt almost right with the world. Maybe someday, she and Lena could finish that conversation.

But she found herself in a kryptonite shell.

The universe ended soon after, and even magic couldn’t fix how they had broken. Until the day Kara finally found her hands in Lena’s, vowing together to take down her brother, and Kara felt again that hopeful wonder of what a future with Lena could hold.

And then she found herself in the Phantom Zone again, the words ringing in her head, I wish I had told you.

---

Sleep had eluded Kara in the weeks back from the Phantom Zone. So she was already wide awake at 2am, when she heard Lena’s heart begin to hammer.

Kara tensed, rushing to her window and ears tuning in as she prepared to fight off an assassination attempt or catch Lena as she fell.

But as she shot into the sky, she nearly tumbled when she realized that Lena wasn’t in distress. The shaky breaths and small laughs caused Kara’s chest to tighten in anguish. She’s fine, Kara thought, feeling tears prick the edges of her vision. She’s fine.

---

“Are you okay?” Lena said, when she finally found Kara in the Tower, sitting on a step. “Alex said she couldn’t find you - you were in the Fortress?”

Kara glanced up from the steps. “I just, um. I was reading in the Fortress, I fell asleep there.” It had the benefit of being true. The Fortress was far enough to drown the sound of Lena’s heart out.

Lena shuffled next to Kara, taking a seat. “I don’t remember seeing any beds there.”

“I float in my sleep,” Kara shrugged, staring at her hands as she let silence fall.

Lena shifted, uncomfortable with the quiet. “Are you okay?”

Yeah, Kara almost said, but something stopped her this time. Perhaps it was the poor sleep. Perhaps it was the litany of I wish I had told you that would replay in her mind.

How many more times am I going to do this?, Kara thought. How many more times am I going to carry that regret? “I love you,” Kara said finally, sensing Lena tense up next to her. “I know… I know that door is closed. But I love you. I should’ve told you so long ago.”

“You… you heard me last night,” Lena wondered softly. “So you went to the Fortress?”

Kara grimaced. “I stopped listening as soon as I realized,” Kara said, fighting a panic. Will she be angry? “I never meant to- to invade your privacy. I’ll be more careful.”

“The door isn’t closed,” Lena said. “If you don’t want it to be.”

Those words made Kara brave enough - or maybe just confused enough - to finally tilt her head up to meet Lena’s gaze. “But- last night-”

“I’ve been trying to get over you. Not very successfully,” Lena added, with a wry grin.

“Really?” Kara smiled.

“Really.”

---

The matching laws had been long dismantled by the time a smiling Alura officiated their marital rites. Kryptonians didn’t have concepts like best man or matron of honor, but that didn’t stop the two women from inviting Alex and Kelly to stand at each of their sides as they said their vows.

Kara never imagined that it’d be a woman’s wrist she’d place her wedding bracelet on. Though she supposed she never imagined marrying on an asteroid of her father’s creation, or marrying for romantic love, or marrying someone her people would call Hero of Argo for the creation of a black rock.

She never imagined finally telling Lena her secret. She never imagined Lena’s forgiveness. She never imagined the feel of Lena’s lips pressed against her own, hands tugging at her robes, as she whispered zhao against Lena’s lips.

And she never imagined being the one to make Lena’s heart race.

#I deleted this WIP a minimum of 3 times before it finally became a thing #supercorp #mel writes ficlets

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