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Soulmates: The Ending

(Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, and 32)

Five years, one marriage, three new additions to the top five list of viewing points in the city later. They were still falling in love in new ways, some days, but just not every day.

That was what Kara wanted to write in the anniversary card. The thing she was trying to capture in a less on-the-nose way. She stared at the blank card, wanting to write the perfect thing, understated but precise and bursting with adoration for her wife and the funny, lovely, wonderful life they had built together.

Even now, some substantial interim of time having ticked since everything went the way life eventually goes; Kara still felt the urge to pick up her phone, exasperated and at a loss with herself, wanting to run it past someone who had a very distinct, if not mean-spirited, knack for words.

Five years later, her lovely perfect happy ending was still making good on the deal. Five years later, Kara still missed Cat as though it were a journey, in small and daily ways, in perpetual discovery of all the things that could remind someone of another person.

Cat was her platonic soulmate. It felt settled and okay in her heart. Her buddy-up for a field trip from some distant quaint patch of nebula where they were made from the same stardust; somewhere upright and decent where carbon took care of its own.

Their lives intersecting for no time at all, and yet the time had been exact, but just not enough.

The two concepts were not mutually exclusive. Her love for Lena. Her grief for Cat; a difficult, bicameral woman that—for one reason or another—the universe dictated some profound connection; despite their staunch, differing opinions in what they understood that connection to be.

Cat was a woman that Kara did not like—much less love—most of the days she had been alive; until Kara did like her, and then she liked her a great deal. That was painful. There, for just a moment, then gone like a mist of breath in the air. In the end, to lose her was the most pain she had ever felt. It was also necessary, and Kara understood that now; to have that good and precious small interim of time with Cat, was to know her, and to learn—true and for herself—that they were not each other’s great, grand, perfect romance story.

They were not supposed to be that thing.

To grow and understand who they were was perhaps their great and important service to one another’s life—defacto. The process of figuring it all out was both an act of war and healing, in fluctuating balances, and that changed everything. It changed Kara’s entire outlook on the world.

The grief had been steady and solid, time had now passed, it still hurt that way because it always would. But Kara had arrived at her own answers—with abundant certainty—feeling that if it were not for Catherine Grant; her temperament, her worst days, her selfishness, her grand and quiet gestures of love too, then Kara would have never understood the most important thing of all.

She did not need some soulmate scribbled on her skin to complete herself. Kara was already complete, perfectly as she had always been, and nobody could add or detract from that.

Kara had to lose something big in order to find the answers; the pain was necessary in order to shed her skin like a snake and embrace bigger dreams than a nice easy life that yearned for the only thing it knew would be an eventual guarantee; a soulmate.

Catherine taught her everything.

It was okay to be selfish.

It was okay to make scary, terrifyingly big decisions.

It was okay to choose and marry the woman she once mistook for the cleaning lady on her first ever, real day on the job reporting something for the news.

For Cat, or at least Kara hoped, their kinship was a reminder that one could never be an island. True love was indeed real; it was simply the way the world understood that love that wasn’t quite right. Love was abundant and everywhere, in the small acts, the big ones, if one simply looked hard enough—or didn’t look close enough at all—then love coloured everything.

Love painted lipstick, highlighter and blush until the last breath of itself.

Lena had Sam. Kara had Cat. The love was different, lasted for different times. They did not need to be grieved and gotten over. That was unnecessary. Their marriage was a different kind of love; something stronger, tougher, and all-terrain than the traditional soulmate thing.

It could weather funerals, weddings, too much time apart, too much time together.

There was room for all of their baggage, for all of their inappropriate laughter, for arguments that could be paused and came back to after a long stroll in the park with a shared ice-cream, licked and split with such tension that the comedy of it, the wobbling and held-back smiles, became too much to remember why they were angry in the first place.

There was room for a worn leather armchair, comfy for a good read, yet never sat on for good reason; they brought it to the new house and placed very precisely by the upstairs window in the hall.

Looking out towards the garden, where the roses bloomed, with a set of reading glasses and a Kindle to the side, as though someone might pick them up and find those last two chapters—someday.

For Kara there was room for a long protective dust bag, just about big enough for a dress, that sat solitude in the guest bedroom closet, unopened and never touched, yet always there and waiting just in case she got brave one day.

In the end, despite wanting to, it had simply never felt right or appropriate to open the bag and all the memories that had gone inside. That was okay. Catherine would understand. She wouldn’t, but Kara decided that she would, and they could fight about it someday if there was a great-beyond.

Kara blinked and came back from her daydreams. The card was still blank, and her expansive wandering thought-processes had stumbled along, finding nothing worthwhile. She sighed, rubbing her forehead.

“Kara, baby, just write your name in block capitals at the bottom, with a signature at the side, like you’re at the DMV.” Someone noticed her lack of discretion as she hung pensively over the card. “It will be funny, I promise, I’ll laugh with joyful abandon like an Edwardian school girl.”

“Lena!” Kara glared furiously.

She stared down the lens of the baby monitor interface.

“Sorry,” Lena said sheepishly through the speaker. “I just wanted to check I set it up right. I saw your stressed big decision thinking face. It didn’t look good—that was yesterday, and then the day before yesterday too. I was worried on the hat trick.”

“Worried or brown-nosing?” Kara narrowed.

“I figured you needed intervention. For my wellbeing, not yours. Two more days and you may have begun wondering if it would prove easier to throw out the whole wife instead of trying to write a good anniversary card—”

“Okay this.” Kara pinched her nose. “No, this is—” She pointed up and down at the glowing red light on the baby monitor.

Kara left the nursery that was coming along now, some furniture already built, with paint samples still sitting crooked on the wall for them to get used to—forest green was proving the winner.

Lena liked that it was unisex.

Kara liked that it reminded her of Lena’s eyes.

A trudge down the hall, fuming, furious despite not wanting to be, Kara opened their bedroom door. Lena was sat cross-legged and crooked, her spine hunched forward, glasses pushed up her nose, pretending to be technical support for the baby equipment in her lap.

Kara continued her point, “That was weird, like I was talking to HAL 9000. Can you not run a surveillance operation on me in our home? That’s the pressing issue on today’s agenda.” She was more flustered than she could cover.

“I’m sorry, Kara. I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

“HAL, stop it.” Kara lifted a finger, warning her, halting it, sincerely growing irritated with her wife. “Quit.”

Lena bit her lip.

She could not stop herself, because she was a dork, a bigger dork than Kara ever gave her credit for in the beginning when swept away by her charming, dashing and sophisticated thing. The lovelight had been too strong. It still was, but Kara had been married for five years, knew things she didn’t back then.

Lena’s dorkiness the main point.

The kind of adorable nerd who liked old science fiction with puritanical arrogance for the original Star Trek, Colin Baker as the Doctor, and Stanley Kubrick, so much so that despite the hot water…

Lena could not stop herself.

“Look Kara, I can see you're really upset about this.” Lena shone the mini-flashlight and spoke down the barrel as though she were an AI robot. “I honestly think you ought to sit down calmly, take a stress pill, and think things over.”

Kara rolled her eyes, flustered, amused, both things and also heavily pregnant, which for some reason or another always made her cry actual tears when her processing juggled too much at once.

“Joke’s over.” Lena shot up when she heard the hiccupping breaths that couldn’t hold the stuttering in Kara’s chest. “The joke is over. It was a terrible joke. A disgusting, rude, and thoughtless—baby girl.” Lena grimaced with shame and took Kara in sturdy, protective arms. “Beloved. Oh, what have I done? You’re growing a little baby and here I am—a big stupid asshole—pretending to be a robot.” She shook her head severely. “If you ever wanted to leave I would give you everything, the house, the works, plus the shirt on my back, and Jesus do I wish I was joking right now.”

They weren’t loud tears. That always made it worse for Lena. They were the quiet, embarrassed, sniffling tears that hid behind the backs of Kara’s hands because she felt silly—like she was a little girl being bullied by the popular kid, hiding in the bathroom at lunchtime—something heart-breaking and pitiful like that. Lena never felt so horrific as she did in these moments. It wasn’t discussed, it didn’t need to be, Kara knew her wife perfectly and she hated making Lena feel so guilty.

“I’m being silly. I’m not upset. It’s,” Kara’s lips wobbled, her croaking voice so soft and reassuring. “It’s pregnancy hormones, which makes me more frustrated, because I can pinpoint the problem but because I am more frustrated, because I know the problem, I then start crying all over again. It’s not you, baby. It’s the burden of carrying your zygote and making it into a healthy, happy and normal child, which as you can imagine, is a lot of pressure and my body gets dumb and sensitive.” Kara calmed down a little.

“Oh, my baby. Oh, my sweet, lovely, darling precious little—” A flurry of kisses, trailing, hurried, pecking and kissing all along her temples and hairline as though Kara had to be loved in this expunging and absolving way. “The burden of carrying my zygote must be horrifying and yet I have never been more in love.” She pulled back with a weak grin. “I have never been more attracted or felt more devoted, and I’m never going to joke about Stanley Kubrick again.” Lena took her wife’s damp little cheeks. “That name is on the list of names that can never be said in this home.”

“That’s a short list.” Kara smiled and felt a little more together. It was a short list. Lex, Morgan Edge, and that was it.

Lena pressed close and hugged tight, rocking them side to side, pecking and kissing and in-love with her wife.

“What do you want for dinner to—”

“Lena?” Eyes wide, Kara felt something different all of a sudden.

“Your water?” Lena pulled back and stiffened.

“God no.” Kara slapped her arm. “I’m only six months.”

“Right, yes. That,” Lena nodded and scratched her head. “I went to medical school. Why am I like this? Incessantly panicking. Thank you for not suffocating me with a pillow while I sleep. I would if I was you—twice just to be on the safe side.” Her eyes widened in gratitude that Kara was forgiving. “What’s up, baby?”

“You were hugging me, and you did the thing, absentmindedly, because your face was in screen-saver mode so I know you didn’t mean…” Kara bit her bottom lip and squirmed, aware they needed to get things done today and this was inopportune. “You did the thing and it felt so good, in a naughty way,” she whispered the last part lower than the rest of it. “So, do it again?”

Lena melted into something so fond and loving there were not words to capture such a tender and rapid decomposition of thoughts and feelings.

Her thin lips pushed slowly up her cheeks, pushing out a little too much, as though faintly cooing without intention or silliness to it. Time didn’t dampen the wonderment. Lena still felt the same things—in the same ways—that she had years ago.

Kara saw it in her face every time they did this.

That joyful curiosity when someone first begins making love to the person they love; the absolute astoundment that they could be a source of desire, of need, for such a mind-bogglingly beautiful woman who got the thump-thumping of Lena’s heartrate going mad.

That was how Lena treated it, every time like it was the first time, like she had something big to prove because she wanted Kara to feel good in the kind of way that would carve in her memories as the greatest first of all firsts.

It wasn’t the first, of course, not even the thousandth, but Lena did the look and Kara melted with a muffled, blushing exhale that craved and wanted Lena to fix her hormonal upticks like a problem to be solved with her hands.

“You felt good, baby?” Lena cocked her head to the side and smiled sweetly, absolutely in love yet teasing her anyway. “Did my leg brush between your thighs?”

“Daddy.” Kara gave her the warning look—the sincere threat that if she fucked around and edged her it wouldn’t end pretty. “Please.” She giggled and closed her eyes, rubbing her embarrassed red cheeks. “I don’t like using crude words they don’t sound sexy when I say them. You know you did the thing,” Kara whined.

“Oh, I can fix that sweetheart. I’ve got you.” Lena cooed in her very calm way, tugging down her panties, bunching them as she walked back over. “Here. There you go, baby, you just hold these, whichever way feels comfortable, don’t you worry about saying a single fucking thing. I’ll take care of everything—take such good care of you—I’ll clean up after myself.”

Lena stuffed her underwear in Kara’s moaning mouth, fingers trailing along the ripe cherry blush that came up instant and red on her cheeks; then the tip of Kara’s nose, the corners of her lips, her fingers slipping inside and pressing down on the end of her tongue, careful not to push too much cotton in her mouth.

Kara whimpered and stared with fixed eyes as though her brain were evaporating into steam—teeth biting harder into her wife’s underwear.

She was pregnant, Lena never forgot it, the panties hung on Kara’s chin in the most adorable way possible; the section inside her mouth between her incisors tasted like Lena’s wet, distinctly exact and perfectly intoxicating cunt.

Lena guided Kara towards the bedroom wall. They came to a gentle stop against the leverage of it. Lena’s knee slipped, opening the inside of Kara’s knee, then pushing it aside all the way. She took Kara’s leg one direction while her other thigh pressed forward, put pressure on little aching cunt lips and sensitive spots within, grinning and kissing and touching the side of her tummy in the gentlest way.

“Daddy!” Kara muffled through the panties with wide eyes and best hopes. “Feels good.” She nodded, frantic.

“I love this. I love you pregnant. I love the way you feel. I love the way your body gets so excited over the sweetest things.” Lena’s eyes almost rolled into her skull as she took Kara’s wrists up above her head. “You keep these here, okay? Can you lock your fingers behind your neck so they’re out of my way? I wouldn’t want to have to tie your wrists in ribbons. My wife all strung up and dripping down herself, pregnant and sensitive everywhere?” Her eyes narrowed and her lip went between her teeth. “It wouldn’t be the politest thing I ever did.”

“We’re married, we’re past polite,” it muffled sweet and cute through the panties on her tongue.

“I’m not.” Lena growled in the darkest, raspiest voice. “I’m very polite, and generous, and giving,” Her thigh pressed harder between Kara’s trembling legs.

The summer dress was the perfect material; the lemon printed fabric that had so much stretch and give to it. Lena pulled down the chest, exposed stiff sensitive nipples, darker, slightly bigger than usual, thumbed around softly and knew they needed to be touched very gently. She kissed her wife, teased breasts that had grown a cup-size or two.

Lena had a smile on her face, nibbling her bottom lip, a great mid-morning if ever there was one.

“Here.” Lena’s eyes flickered, noticing Kara’s arms shift funny and then a responsive wince on her face. She brought her by the waist to the bed, putting her down, shuffling her hips further up. “Here you are growing a little baby, and me—a giant stupid asshole—I’ve got you pressed up on that wall like your feet aren’t killing you.” Lena cooed and dipped down, disappearing immediately.

She slipped her head under Kara’s dress, teeth nipping at the hem of her panties, pulling them down and then pushed her thighs back, fast and quick, everything following on from the other in a way that left Kara stumbling over whimpers muffled through panties she didn’t want to spit out of her mouth.

Then Lena’s tongue went slowly up the parting of her cunt lips.

It touched everything, took everything, flicked up off the end of her clit and dove straight back down to kiss and suck on little pink lips that had never—for all of her life—been quite as sensitive as they had been for the last few months.

“Feels good.” Kara rocked her hips. “Daddy—Jesus Christ!” She wailed and craned her neck back when Lena started sucking.

She tugged her sun dress up her waist. Lena pulled it back down again immediately, a silly look in her beautiful green eyes, as though she had quite enjoyed hiding down there. It made Kara burst out laughing. Kara did it again, pulling it up her waist, Lena sucking her clit but gawking with a certain look—a hermit crab without her house—her hand reaching up to tug the skirt back over her head in a swish of fabric.

It took minutes, Kara was panting, rolling her hips, sobbing into cotton panties and the edging relief of an orgasm on the brink of itself.

“I love you,” Kara murmured and pulled a pillow over her face, lengthways, clutching it hard to her belly and burying forward into it. “I love you, I love you, please—please I’m going…” Kara cried out. “I’m sorry I know you like me to ask first.” Her hips thumped up instinctively where Lena was sucking her clitoris—fingering her one, best and most favourite spot precisely.

Lena licked everything slow and steady and perfect. She kissed around her cunt, gently, precisely, for no other reason than needing too—because here was this mind-bogglingly beautiful woman, her wife, pregnant in a lemon print sun dress, thighs and dripping cunt pressed into every different part of her face.

“You never have to ask, baby.” Lena finally reappeared. “It’s not serious, not like that. I love that you can’t hold back right now.” Her lips wobbled with a weak grin.

She pressed up and over, allowing Kara to cup and taste herself, enjoying the attention with responsive kisses back, the silly kind, the little kind, the ones that went all over her face in pecks.

“You’re in a very silly mood today,” Kara observed with glazed eyes.

“And you,” Lena said, lofty and somewhat butcher, because her little wife was pregnant, and this dictated a certain mood. “Are in desperate need of a snack and some water.” Lena guided her back down.

“Stop. It’s fine! You’re so much,” Kara teased and shook her head. “Come on, come here. Your panties are off—too late now. I had the sample, I want the wholesale size.” Kara grabbed her waist and tugged her close.

“Can we wait until tonight?” Lena hummed. “I want to figure out the accessible, OSHA approved, best way to sit on your face and rub my cunt all over it without killing you, please.”

“Jesus!” Kara’s eyes rolled and lips went between her teeth. “I love being pregnant. I love doing this with you. I cannot express how much I miss you sitting on my face and rocking yourself the hard way around into a widow.” Kara laughed boisterously with a furrowed, exasperated craving for her wife’s suffocating cunt.

Until she stopped laughing.

Lena was a widow.

“Lena,” Kara said and opened her eyes. “I know you won’t care but I’m sorry. I didn’t think when I…that was insensitive. I forgot.”

“Baby shut up,” Lena kissed her cheek, not caring in the slightest. “I know you were kidding. I know.”

“I just don’t ever want you to feel like…” Kara shook her head. “You know. I know you know.”

“I know, but I feel like you want to say it anyway just to make sure that I know.” Lena welcomed it with a very graceful patience.

She laid down at Kara’s side, touched the blonde hair off her forehead, swept it to the side, waiting for anxiety to reel itself away from somewhere Kara had wound it too tight.

“You know.” Kara agreed and closed her eyes because she did want to make sure. “I just don’t want you to feel like our marriage negates anything. I noticed you didn’t go see her last week. You do that every week and you didn’t.” Kara rambled. “You didn’t go and take her flowers and I don’t like that because then here I am—a giant stupid asshole—not reminding you when you forget to take her flowers. Or, making you feel like we’re having a baby and so you can’t go see her anymore...”

“I didn’t forget,” Lena smiled and shook her head. “You didn’t make me feel like having a baby means putting Sam in a box.”

“You didn’t forget?”

“I appreciate that it matters to you. I love that it matters to you, actually, because there are days where I feel it and on those days, I know I can just feel it and not hide anything from you.” Lena thought around everything, her eyes going to the ceiling, then the window, everything and anything but Kara. “I have a wife and I’m having a baby with her. I also had a wife—a best friend—and she has been gone for some time. That’s very sad, but it’s not sad in a flowers every week way anymore. I think it’s sad in a flowers when I want to take flowers kind of way.”

“If you’re sure,” Kara nodded.

“I figured we were on the same page.” Lena pecked her temple, sitting up and clambering to her feet for snacks and water. “You haven’t taken Cat flowers since…” She stopped and thought about it.

Lena realised she was thinking about it.

Lena looked, somewhat concerned, when she realised Kara was wide-eyed and thinking about it too.

“Shit.” Lena closed her eyes. “Kara, I’m so sorry.”

“No, no.” Kara waved it off. “You’re right, it’s been a while, I didn’t even…” At least three weeks by her own calculation. “Do you mind if I take flowers tomorrow?”

“Why would I mind?” Lena glanced, then smiled. “If you’re going into the city take the four-wheel drive please?”

“I’ll go the long way.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I know,” Kara said. “But I want to do that. So, I’ll take the four-wheel drive and I won’t go the bridge way, okay?”

“Thank you baby.” Some tiny scars would always remain, this they both knew. “Take my card tomorrow. After you see Cat, buy some more sun dresses for me to play and hide-and-seek under; get lunch somewhere nice then come by the office and show me the sun dresses and we can get second lunch.”

Somehow, supposedly, by miscalculation of the universe, this woman wasn’t her soulmate.

Except she was.

Lena was her everything.

Lena went downstairs. Kara laid there for a minute, rubbing her belly, yawning and thoughtful. It had been more than three weeks. Cat wouldn’t mind, except Kara knew that Cat would very much mind. The pregnancy brain wasn’t just one of those things people talked about. It was real and it happened all the time. In big ways. Kara knew Lena had a baby monitor camera in the kitchen, up on one of the cabinets, peeking over, pointed at the oven just to makes sure the stove was always off.

That was the extent of the brain fog.

So, Kara didn’t put too much weight into the lack of flowers. She didn’t until she did, because she missed Cat, she always would, and she felt guilty on all directions about it.

Kara missed her more than she had ever missed anyone, anything, and it would always be poignantly uncomfortable to not have her for the big moments in life.

Not her baby shower.

Not even her wedding.

Kara sat there with that thought. It always got her. It always would. The smoke got in her eyes and the sting in her throat. The wedding, and the way Cat could have been there if they had known more sooner, moved it up quicker, but they didn’t, and so Cat wasn’t there, wouldn’t have ever gotten to see a fourteen-thousand dress she paid for.

That made it difficult and hard and unbearably poignant on the morning of the day, alone in the mirror, Cat not there to fix things, to drink champagne with, until she was there.

“Miss Danvers?” A man had knocked on the door with a package in his hand. “Miss Luthor told me to send this up for you.”

“She is so dreamy,” her mom lapped it up—thrilled just like the rest of her family. “Ugh, to think I tried to talk you out this…”

“She is a keeper alright,” Dad nodded too.

Kara couldn’t remember everything; the chatter, the ruckus of her sister and family and bridesmaids gushing away because their daughter—their sister, niece, and high-school friend—was marrying the perfect, charming and good Lena Luthor.

She couldn’t remember because nobody came.

Not one of them.

She just liked to pretend, sometimes, because that was something else that should have been at her wedding too.

Kara had married someone other than her soulmate. It was acceptable in National City. It made for quite the dinner piece. In the rural mid-west, where farmers and church people lived, it was not the done thing.

It was not what people did except it should have been fine—it could have been quite fine—because Catherine had passed away the year prior and there was no longer a soulmate to marry.

Kara could have gotten away with it if she didn’t publish the story spread. She thought about it before, knew the consequences, then did it anyway.

She loved Lena.

She loved Lena so much that she was not prepared to pretend that it had fallen in her lap as a consolation prize. It was the prize-winning, blue ribbon, best in show romance story, and Lena deserved to have it sung from the rooftops.

Cat deserved to have her story told the way it had been lived too, because soulmates weren’t just husbands and wives, they were friends, family, colleagues and all sorts of in-betweens.

The package came, Kara remembered now how she instantaneously knew the who and what, because she had known the handwriting clear as her own.

There was a letter first, simple and concise.

You deserve big dreams, my girl.

Take your glasses off and change your lipstick.

Sheer, not matte.

Cat had known ahead of time, and right as always, it had been the odd thing Kara couldn’t put her finger on. Cat hadn’t been there that day, except she was there in the ways that mattered, and it was perhaps the only reason Kara made it down the aisle.

Kara thought about her wedding, about the dress bag in the closet, the one she had never been able to bring herself to open.

Today was the day.

She got up off the bed and walked along the hall to the guest bedroom. It was empty and unfurnished, waiting for orders to be delivered. There was a furnished guest bedroom along the other end of the hall for family and friends, because Lena in her very charming way proved impossible to not adore, and so Kara’s family did come around eventually—just not in time for the wedding.

Kara closed the door and looked around the empty walls. This guest bedroom was realistically for show, furniture nobody would use chosen and ordered so neither of them would have to acknowledge that a seven-bedroom house was wildly unnecessary, just like everybody told them it was yet they wouldn’t listen.

They didn’t have better excuses; they couldn’t say they fell in love with good bones and solid structure, just the garden and the land, which would have been a fairly good excuse except they built the property from scratch, and seven bedroom was better than six, then six and a half bathrooms also seemed better than six, because maybe they would have more children, that was how they had justified it to each other.

More children, Kara now just hoped not seven bedrooms worth.

She took the dress bag out, hung it on the door, then stared at it for a minute. She knew what was inside. She remembered the first time she saw it, remembered the day perfectly, remembered Cat with a fondness to it, and a certain guilt too because perhaps Cat would be angry if she knew it was only being opened for the first time now.

There were tears in Kara's lids but none on her cheeks.

Things ended and that was always okay, it had to be okay, because Cat had a good life and Kara was having one too. She had her soulmate downstairs, making sandwiches, singing loudly, licking her lips to get every last little taste of Kara's good mood from the corners, and who could ask for more than that?

Who would dare ask for more?

Not Kara.

She unzipped the never-opened dress bag and there was her great, grand and final gift from Catherine Grant.

The navy silk blouse, the matching-coloured pants, perfect and pristine and exactly as they were.

The gold earrings and necklace were in a plastic bag attached to the hanger; the sunglasses carefully hung on the blouse pocket too. Cat had given her everything worn that day, in that photo, the first time Kara had ever looked at a woman and felt like that was who she wanted to be, how she wanted to look, felt things she didn't have words for at that age.

There was a note too. Kara didn’t want to read it, the tears were already dribbling, but she did read it; she cried into the nook of her elbow, quiet as could be, choking on it almost, because a certain wholeness settled in her soul. A confirmation, a goodbye, a closing of the book.

I wonder what made you look—a good day or a bad one? I don’t keep last season outfits, I never understood why but it always felt very important that I keep this one.

You were loved, Kara.

I know that you still are.

A little girl once laid on her bed, feet kicking in the air, revelling on every pretty picture, then found herself struck by one in particular. Everything about the picture leaving her stalled, fixed, blank and blinking, quite certain she had just seen the most immaculate, pristine and ladylike person who had ever lived, in the world, in the history of everything.

The clothes, Kara had thought at the time. She wanted to dress like that one day, when she was older and ladylike. Kara laughed despite the tears. Things come full circle. People leave, often sooner than we would like, but that’s quite alright, because life goes as it’s always going to go.

Now, Kara was having a little girl of her own.

Kara had made her decision.

She chose the cleaning lady.

And God, what a lady she was.

THE END.

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Snow Falls - Chapter 6.

Lena stares at the box for a long time, tears dripping down her cheeks as the celebrations grow louder downstairs. She could have had all of this for her whole life, could have spent holiday after holiday in the home of her mother’s best friend, could have felt welcome and loved.

She’d have had a real family, would never have known of the cold dismissals and irate sighs, would never have felt the loneliness that seems to constantly gnaw at her gut.

The box in front of her is proof of that, filled to bursting with evidence that her father had chosen the wrong life for her. He could have left her here, or at least allowed her to visit, but instead he had been cowed by the woman who had made both his and Lena’s life a misery.

Her hands tremble as she tentatively opens the box, her heart splintering at the sight of the photo album that rests at the very top. Lena has only seen a few pictures of her mother in recent years, including the one that hangs on the wall beside Eliza’s staircase, and she isn’t at all prepared for what she might find when she opens the thick leather binding.

Lillian would always clam up whenever Lena asked about her mother as a child, her father always turning to the bottle if he overheard.

Lena had learned to stop asking before she even reached her teens.

It was always fruitless, always left her feeling a little more disappointed than the previous times she asked, always left her feeling guilty—as though it was her fault that her father couldn’t survive without a drink in his hand.

Age and experience had taught Lena afterwards that Lionel drank to suppress his own guilt, that he was heartbroken by Elizabeth’s death and blamed himself. She wonders if he hated himself for allowing his wife to take Lena away from people who loved and wanted her, if he also hated Lillian for having the desire to do so in the first place.

It was cruel, denying Lena a real family despite not wanting the child at all, but Lena has always known that her stepmother cared more for appearances than anything else.

Read Chapter 6 of Snow Falls early on Patreon.

Chapters 1 to 5 already available on AO3.

#Snow Falls #Kara x Lena #Hallmark AU #Stinky the cat #Supercorp #Christmas fic #Early access

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jazzfordshire · 7 months

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Ok I want stuff from all the listed WIPs but I won’t be greedy and just go with Coyote Ugly AU.

“You're giving me a job?”

“I'm giving you an audition," Cat says firmly. "Don't be late, Kiera.”

Cat strides past her towards the stairs. Kara stands for a moment, dumbfounded, before she turns to level a question.

“I don't mean to press my luck, but would you mind telling me why you're hiring me?”

Cat stops halfway up the steps. She turns, a single eyebrow raised, and looks Kara from head to toe with such deliberate slowness that Kara feels like she's been x-rayed.

“Do you know the population of gay women in National City?” Cat finally says.

“I – what - why would I –”

“It's exceedingly high. And I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we’re three blocks away from the Village," Cat continues. "The bar-going population of this neighbourhood is primarily not heterosexual. Now, I don’t know your inclinations, although I can guess – but there are a veritable rainbow of archetypes in the community, and we have almost all of them here.”

“Archetypes?” Kara parrots. Cat rolls her eyes.

“The flirty femme, the hard-ass domme. Until recently, Lucy was our resident sporty type. Soccer player. But what we don’t have is anyone of the…masculine inclination.”

“That's why you're hiring me?" Kara says. "Because I look…butch?”

“Partially," Cat concedes. "But I’m also hiring you because you have a virgin’s awkward charm to you, and I’m sure our customer base would absolutely love the idea of showing you the way."

Kara's mouth drops open.

Seemingly blind to Kara's shock and confusion, Cat turns on her heel to march up the stairs again towards the bar. "Now, I have work to do. I’ll see you on Friday. And close the door behind you – it locks by itself.”

Cat has fully disappeared, leaving Kara alone in the cellar, by the time Kara hears her voice again shouting down the stairs.

“Wear something sleeveless!”

And then she's gone. Kara stands surrounded by cases of beer and bottles of liquor, letting the cool air of the cellar seep in before she mutters to herself.

“But…I’m not a virgin?”

#wip game

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mooseonahunt · 1 year

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Y'know what? I'm gonna post my DBH x John Wick AU ideas here just so I can come back to them whenever I'm back in brainrot mode.

Nines and Gavin made it out from under The Table's authority together and completely distanced themselves from their past lives to live calmer ones where they could settle down in peace

And then Nines got really sick and died because of course he did

So Gavin was left completely alone (well not completely)

Cue The Puppy and Car Incident from the first movie but it's with a cat instead because you can pry the "Gavin's a cat lover" hc from my cold dead hands

Gavin is dragged back into his former life because he wants revenge for what happened

Connor and Sixty run the Detroit Continental Hotel as manager and concierge

They simultaneously hate Gavin for taking Nines from them (since they went no contact after making it out of this line of work) and also consider him family because 1. married Nines and 2. managed to escape from this life with their younger brother to live lives they can't

Also Ralph is taking the role of Bowery King here because I think he fits but other considerations were Rupert because of the pigeons weak reason but I did seriously entertain the idea and Lucy because of the mystical, prophetic vibes

Going back to the Detroit Continental Hotel idea, I was going to have Kamski run it and Chloe be his concierge, but then I remembered the Ruska Roma family when I watched Chapter 4 and thought "wow I love this half-brothers HC so much I should shove it in this AU too" and now Kamski and Chloe are the heads of a crime syndicate family that Gavin belonged to

In my original notes, Gavin's family was gonna be the Jericrew asdjflk I'm gonna find another way to fit them in

They could honestly run another Continental Hotel since there's multiple across the world

If that's the case, then Markus is gonna be the manager and his concierge will most likely be North

I want to fit so many characters into this

Tina and Chris are somewhere in here, too. As Gavin's friends/allies of course

But after watching Chapter 4 I'm dead set on Kara taking Caine's role

And Perkins could be the Marquis until I find someone who might actually fit the role asdfhdk

You're never gonna believe this... Hank? Hank as the Harbinger in Chapter 4? You know... the guy played by Clancy Brown? Unimaginable, I know.

And that's all I had before I got hit by the RE4R truck (thank you Leto <33).

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ao3feed-supercorp · 1 year

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It's A Love Story (Baby Just Say Yes)

by Vagrant_Lucy

She didn't expect to find a pair of green orbs looking at her intensely, let alone that those eyes belonged to anyone other than Lena Luthor, one of the most sought-after actresses in the world, in a gold dress that has Kara with the urgency of writing about it.

“Hello,” the actress greets her. "I hope I'm not interrupting, but I'm going to be interviewed before your performance and I decided to come and say good luck to you."

“Uhhh,” it was ironic how Kara was able to write and sing in front of millions of people the most profound words ever spoken and before a pair of pretty eyes she went completely speechless, opening and closing her mouth like a fish out of water.

Or, my take on a singer x actress au

Words: 2185, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers, Maggie Sawyer, Cat Grant, Querl Dox "Brainy", J'onn J'onzz | Hank Henshaw, James "Jimmy" Olsen, Winn Schott Jr., Imra Ardeen, Mon-El (Supergirl TV 2015), Eliza Danvers, Jeremiah Danvers, Jess (Supergirl TV 2015), Jack Spheer

Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers/Maggie Sawyer

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Celebrity, singer x actress au, Secret Relationship, Attempt at Humor, Fluff, Eventual Smut, I Wrote This While Listening to Taylor Swift's Music, Title from a Taylor Swift Song, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

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#supercorp #Kara x Lena #Kara Danvers x Lena Luthor #karlena

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supercorpsbian · 2 years

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The pretty zookeeper (1/??)

content: AU, Zookeper Kara x Marine biologist (and veterinary) Lena, everything else is the same as in canon (kinda), Kara has her powers, love at first sight, kara is a disney fan, she also loves cats (no matter how big)

word count: 2,673

pair(s): Supercorp (Kara Danvers x Lena Luthor)

A/N: hiii! this is just a short thing i wrote yesterday because there was a power outage at my city and i was bored (and my best friend helped me out with the concept heheh), I'm still writing the next part of entropy but in the meantime have this! idk if I'll continue it though since it may end up like all my other unfinished fics in my notes app, if anything just consider this as a oneshot :)

That day started as usual for Kara Danvers: Waking up at 6:45 am, showering, brushing her teeth and getting dressed within minutes, taking her keys and her bag and exiting her apartment by 7 am.

She quickly waltzed into her favorite cafeteria and bought herself a pumpkin spice latte with extra foam and cinnamon, and a box of donuts that she'd probably finish before arriving at work. Yet today she felt like leaving a couple of them to have on her lunch break.

The blonde arrived at the National City Zoo, being greeted by some security guards and the people at the entrance barely opening up to start selling tickets and VIP bracelets for the day. She went through the staff only entrance and was received with even more smiles and some hugs here and there. Everyone loved Kara Danvers.

She quickly trotted to her locker, leaving her bag inside (the donut box as of now rested inside the lunchroom's fridge with a note) and quickly getting changed into her uniform, which was just a polo shirt and a visor cap with the logo of the place and the signature colors. Some had the choice to also wear leggings or khaki shorts to match the outfit but she preferred her usual jeans. After changing into her uniform she pulled her hair up into a messy ponytail and closed her locker, shoving her phone inside her pocket. She was walking down towards her usual spot at the feline enclosures when she heard her own name on the speakers.

"Kara Danvers. Kara Danvers, please present yourself at the HR office. Kara Danvers, please-" She quickly tuned out the sound and she turned on her heels to the opposite direction from where she was walking. Why was she called so early in the morning? She was now intrigued.

Upon arriving at the offices that were the furthest away from almost any enclosure she saw a small group of people muttering something. She thought about eavesdropping with her enhanced hearing for a second but then felt it'd be rude. When she approached them she was greeted with smiles again.

"Any idea why I'm being called to the principal's office?" She joked, making the other three women chuckle.

"Nope, but we're theorizing. If you get fired I want your locker, it's further from the staff bathrooms than mine." One of them poked her rib and she laughed, rolling her eyes at the joke.

"I'll make sure of that." Kara stepped into the office and immediately got a smile from the secretary there, she was ushered to come in and she saw her manager along with an unknown woman and one of the most known members of the HR department of the Zoo, although she didn't remember his name.

"Hi, I heard you were calling me?" She knocked and peeked her head through the door as everyone looked at her.

"Kara!" Her manager, James, fully opened the door for her with a smile. "Before you think of anything, don't worry, it's not bad."

"Miss Danvers, this is Lena Luthor, our newest hire for marine biologist and veterinary." The other man in front of her was sitting behind a desk, and he simply wavered his hand in the woman's direction without taking his cold eyes off Kara. She turned her gaze to the woman and she was gorgeous. Long dark brown hair that barely had a few lighter streaks when being hit by the morning sun, every strand of it neatly enclosed into a high ponytail that let Kara admire her features even better. Her eyes with long beautiful lashes were a shade of green she didn't know the name of, her ivory skin pale and completely smooth with only two little birthmarks on the neck, her eyebrows were neatly plucked and her mouth was what took the most attention she had a gracious smile and her red tinted lips complimented everything about her. Kara was speechless until Lena approached her, the blonde on automatic mode accepted Lena's hand and stretched it, immediately putting on a customer service smile.

"It's nice to meet you, Lena." The name rolled so swiftly off her lips it felt like she was a witch casting a spell. "I mean-, Miss Luthor."

"Nice to meet you too, Miss Danvers." Lena's soft chuckle filled the room, making Kara weak at the knees, she could even sense Lena's perfume and it was heavenly. Why was she called in anyway? She didn't care, she just wished to stay this close to the woman as much as possible.

"So, Kara, Miss Luthor doesn't need any training, she has seen our schedules and she's one of the best in her fields." James' voice took her out of her thoughts, her hand still holding Lena's. "However she needs someone to show her around the place, even if she's only going to be at the vet office and the fish tanks. It's best if she familiarizes herself with the whole Zoo. I was suggested to do it myself but I just have too many things on my plate today, so I suggested that you do it. Can you?" Just a tour? Show Lena the place? She could do that, she definitely could do that. If only she wasn't so focused on the hand tightly gripping hers. She quickly nodded and both James and the office guy sent them on their way, she was silent and avoided looking at Lena until she spoke first.

"Are all handshakes this long in National City?" The brunette teased, quickly making Kara let go of her hand, both of them missed the warmth for a couple seconds until their minds went back to the reason why they were together.

"Uhm, sorry- I didn't mean to-..." Lena just smiled and Kara sighed, trying to compose herself by taking a deep breath. "So, let's get you a tour. We can start in my zone first."

"Sure. I would love that, and there's no hurry. If they try taking this off our work hours I'm a lawyer too." The blonde's eyes widened, what else could this woman do? Her mind was barely comprehending when she heard Lena's beautiful laughter, this wasn't like the chuckle she showed earlier, this was a full laugh that made Kara want to throw herself into the shark tank. How on Earth could she be so perfect? "Just kidding. I know laws, and I could be a lawyer. But law school is way too... Cruel."

"I agree. I- I didn't go to law school either, but it just seems like a dark place."

"Good to see we're on the same page about lawyers. Now I believe we have a tour ahead of us, don't we?"

The Kryptonian nodded, immediately setting the pace as she walked towards the feline enclosures she was heading to earlier, this time with a beautiful woman right by her side.

[...]

The tour was going smoothly, she had planned to start by the felines but she changed her mind last minute, starting by the ponds and showing the brunette the ducks, flamingoes, turtles and geese. Then she took her to see the monkeys, hippopotamuses, zebras, and elephants. The ostriches were Kara's least favorites and Lena noticed this, but the woman still greeted the animals with respect and a hint of fear upon being approached by the gigantic birds. They also met with some staff members and she introduced Lena to everyone, the young Luthor didn't fail to notice how some worker's stares would linger at Kara for just barely a bit more than what one would consider friendly, something that Danvers seemed to not notice at all. Or if she did she just didn't seem to care.

They were now more than halfway through their tour of the installations, this part of the Zoo kept the animals that thrived better in cold climates so it was an entire building that made her skin shiver upon entering. The air conditioner was up to the max and it was a really sudden change from the fresh warmth of National City's summer.

"And these are the penguins, we only have rescued three so far and they're all male. Their names are Huey, Dewey and Louie. You can tell them apart by the little bracelets on their ankles." Kara pointed at them through the glass, and Lena immediately saw them and she laughed at the names.

"Who baptized them? Can I have a word with that person? Because so far I've been impressed by the creativity of the names here. And how do you memorize the name of each one of the animals? That's impressive." The blonde felt herself blushing at Lena's words, she just let out an embarrassed chuckle when she noticed the questions were actually serious, and the brunette was waiting for a response to all of them.

"I... I usually pick the names. And since the animals respond to them everyone else calls them that too. You wouldn't believe how happy George the monkey was when we gave him his name." They kept walking as Kara kept telling stories of how many animals she had named during her time working there, all of this while walking in front of some of them. Once they stepped out of the cold building she noticed how Kara's warm blonde hair seemed to shine with the sun rays, it was almost magical.

It was like the blue eyed woman was a magnet for every soul in the Zoo because she was approached by any animal that could reach her. Lena felt like she was in front of a Disney princess, even more so when two flying squirrels jumped from a nearby tree and graciously landed on Kara's visor.

"You... Kara-"

"Yes?" The girl turned around, looking at Lena with innocent eyes. Until she noticed Lena was staring at the top of her head and she sighed with a tired smile. "Those are Chip and Dale. They're technically not part of the Zoo but they live here and we're not kicking them out. The guests like feeding them." Both squirrels went down to Kara's shoulders making her laugh, and Lena could've sworn she has never heard such a beautiful and harmonious laugh before, it was like music to everyone's ears.

"You love Disney don't you? The penguins, the squirrels, the ducks called Donald and Daisy. What's next? A lion named Simba?" She arched a brow when Kara's face went red.

"What-? Pffft, noooo-" Lena's accusatory stare made her melt, as if she was under a magnifying glass that was under the sun. "She's a lioness. But she liked the name!" And with that both women burst into laughter, which made the squirrels go away and back to the tree they came out from.

They kept walking calmly until Kara happened to take a quick glance at her watch. She felt like time flew by when she was around her new acquaintance, but she didn't expect for almost the entire morning to be gone so fast!

Lena noticed the fear in Kara's eyes, and before she was able to ask what was going on she felt the blonde taking her hand and tugging her the opposite direction from where they were heading to.

"Kara-?!" The blonde was running and she was being pulled behind, barely being able to keep up because of her confusion.

"I-I'm sorry, I'm the only one in my area today and I got carried away. I have to feed almost thirty animals before lunch which is in..." She checked her watch again. "Twenty-five minutes!" A gasp left Kara's throat when Lena matched her pace (while wearing high heels) with a smirk.

"I'll help you! How bad can it be?"

[...]

Lena expected apes, maybe the petting zoo, zebras, literally any other animal would fit the embodiment of sunshine in front of her. But she was shocked at the fact that Kara Danvers was the one in charge of the wild felines. Lions, tigers, panthers, wildcats, and more, all of them under the blonde woman's care. She thought a work like that would have someone on the spot all the time yet Kara seemed to relax when she took her visor cap off and started separating the food by each animal's prescribed diet. She didn't know how she could be of help until Kara gaver her a list, it contained all the ingredients and names of the animals that needed each food item, and with a quick glance she understood Kara needed her to oversee everything as she laid down the raw food and filled each bucket for each hungry cat waiting for her.

They worked quickly, she didn't even know how someone could be that fast after walking so much during the morning, yet Kara Danvers had everything ready and started with two buckets on each hand and a pair of tongs that she almost forgot until Lena reminded her.

Lena smiled pleased at Kara's efficiency, and as they walked to the first cage she froze with fear, was Kara just going inside the enclosure to feed a hungry tiger? She looked around and noticed there weren't any visitors outside to watch the tiger, the enclosures were all connected by smaller gates to let certain animals be with each other, but for now they were closed. And the tiger that she had on the list was alone with Kara, who quickly closed the door behind her and walked inside, the animal circling her and that's when Lena felt like this was Kara's end. She was about to run to ask for help when she noticed how her new colleague wasn't remotely scared of the giant feline that was walking around her as if she was its prey. Kara lifted the bucket over her head with one hand and quickly made a gesture with the other, her face stern yet loving. The feline quickly sat down like a trained dog, its body language signaling it feared and respected Kara more than Kara would ever fear him.

"Tony, what have I said about trying to chase me?" The cat roared softly, making her chuckle. "Sorry about the delay, here's your turkey. And I got you some salmon too! I hope you treated the night shift guards nicely." She then looked back at the bucket and lowered it, instead of reaching for her tongs (which were forgotten outside with Lena and another three buckets of raw meats) she took the entire raw turkey thigh with her hand and acted as if she was playing with a dog, she then threw it, making the tiger follow to catch it and she left the rest of the food on a concrete bowl that was built near the door. "See ya, Tony!" She walked out as swiftly as she walked in, then she locked the door with the master key around her neck. Kara didn't think much of the situation until she noticed Lena's panicked stare.

"ARE YOU CRAZY?!" Lena grabbed her shoulders and tried to shake her which Kara let happen. "YOU GUYS DON'T HAVE SAFETY PROTOCOLS HERE OR SOMETHING?! THAT THING COULD'VE KILLED YOU!"

"What- Le- Miss Luthor! Don't worry! Yes we have safety protocols, but Tony has known me for years! I've taken care of him since he was barely a kitten. I'm not afraid of him or any other animal under my care." Lena seemed to relax a bit, still uneasy about the woman simply going into a hungry tiger's cage with a bucket filled with food on her hands.

"What about the ostriches?"

"They're not under my care-"

"So you're afraid of them?" The brunette's panic seemed to steer away and it turned into teasing.

"What-? No! I'm not..." There was that glare again, looking to dig deeper inside her mind, but this time she didn't cave in. "There's work to do, Miss Luthor, who's next?" Lena's eyes left Kara and focused on the list on her hands, then a smile crept up her red lips.

"Simba."

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wilygryphon · 1 year

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Profile Masterpost

Hi. WilyGryphon here. How is everyone doing?

What you can expect from me: I write fanfiction and I draw, and I will reflect and provide commentary/reblog commentary and gags that I particularly like on fandoms that I am involved in.

My Works:

Kingdom Hearts - Destiny Vault

My first fanfic. Ongoing. Tells an all new, all different adventure that diverges from canon after KHII. Upon learning that Maleficent and a new foe have gathered an assortment of villains to seek a great power that would change the balance of power—and will cause untold destruction in order to get it—the heroes unite and go on a quest to thwart them. Along the way, they learn of and work to solve the problems faced by friends old and new.

Fic: FFN AO3 Tags: X

Heart of Steel

Fusion Fic Crossover Saga between Kingdom Hearts and the Arrowverse (will ultimately expand into greater Disney and DC Comics lore). Sora and Kara Zor-El are adopted siblings, and they journey together with Donald and Goofy to save the worlds from the forces of Darkness.

Fic: FFN AO3 Tags: X

Non-Penned AUs

Miraculous Ladybug Rewrite

How I would redo the story of Miraculous Ladybug if I were to do so. Notable details would be: Chloé gets a redemption that sticks; Gabriel is more consistent in terms of his standards and what he is willing to do for his goal; Season 3 finale identity reveal; and Adrigaminette endgame. Here

Gryphonverse

A massive multimedia multi-fandom Crossover which I am currently outlining. Includes several different works that take place in the same world (and some that are in different worlds but tie in with the others; they all share the same continuity). Here

The Key to the Miraculous (KH + ML Crossover)

Sora winds up in the Miraculous Ladybug universe after the events of KH3, and he ends up befriending the cast and joining forces with Ladybug and Chat Noir. Here

Unforgotten - ML Oblivio AU

Ladybug and Chat Noir do not lose their memories between getting hit by Oblivio and the Miraculous Cure, so they remember learning each other's identities and falling in love. How things deviate from canon with them knowing each other and dating from that point. Here

Lacewing and Blue Peacock

The Black Cat and Ladybug Miraculouses are in the hands of two separate villains—Gabriel Agreste and Martina Rossi—who go at each other's throats trying to claim the other's Miraculous. To combat this, Master Fu gives the Butterfly Miraculous to Marinette and the Peacock Miraculous to Adrien. As Lacewing and Blue Peacock, the young Holders empower civilians as Champions and grant support Sentimonsters to help them with their problems and to prevent Shadow Panther and Coccinella from destroying the city in their conflict. Here

Double Bug (Miraculous Ladybug AU)

Marinette successfully passes the Ladybug earrings to Alya, who becomes Scarabella, but Alya learns what happens and convinces Marinette to tag-team the role of Ladybug hero. Here

Deadlybug

Ladybug and Chat Noir confront Monarch, but Monarch sends out a Megakuma to Akumatize Chat Noir. Fearing a Chat Blanc repeat, Ladybug intercepts the Akuma, becoming Akumatized in the process. Here

Ladybug of Light, Cat of Darkness

Kingdom Hearts/Miraculous Ladybug Fusion. Childhood friends Marinette, Adrien and Chloé are separated when their island homeworld is consumed by the Heartless and Akumas. As Ladybug and Chat Noir, Marinette and Adrien meet up in Traverse Town, but they do not know who the other really is, even as they journey together with Donald and Goofy to fight the forces of Darkness and search for Chloé. Here

Ragnarok de Dies Irae

Post-KH3 Epic where recent crises have destabilized barriers in space-time, resulting in sealed gods returning to threaten the worlds. The Guardians of Light work to stop these entities and restore order to the worlds. Meanwhile, Sora works to protect the stability from a different plane of existence while searching for a way back home. Here

My Fandoms:

TV Series:

Arrowverse (Arrow, Flash, Supergirl, DC's Legends of Tomorrow, Black Lightning, Batwoman) Stargirl Superman & Lois The Owl House Amphibia Gravity Falls Miraculous Ladybug Warrior Nun Avatar: The Last Airbender Once Upon a Time Tangled: The Series Young Justice Spongebob Squarepants Danny Phantom Fairly OddParents Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius Scooby-Doo The Mandalorian Teen Titans Wednesday DC Animated Universe Ben 10 Veronica Mars iZombie Generator Rex Galavant Kim Possible Phineas and Ferb Sleepy Hollow (2013) The Secret Saturdays The Suite Life of Zack and Cody

Movies:

Marvel Cinematic Universe DC Extended Universe Star Wars Disney Shrek How to Train Your Dragon Indiana Jones Nimona

Video Games:

Kingdom Hearts Final Fantasy The Legend of Zelda Professor Layton Ace Attorney The World Ends With You Sly Cooper Nicktoons Unite Super Mario Bros Super Smash Bros

Books:

Harry Potter Percy Jackson, Heroes of Olympus, Trials of Apollo The Kane Chronicles Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard The Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel The Bartimaeus Sequence The Savior's Series The Powers (Haven's Secret) The Sisters Grimm Septimus Heap Land of Oz The Maze Runner

#wilygryphon #masterpost

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hitchell-mope · 15 hours

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Final fates in the My Universe au

Karamel. They have a new house and they’re flying off to Argo for an incredibly overdue year long honeymoon so that Kara’s biological parents can spend time with their 8 month old twin sons, Edison and Newton Danvers.

Dansen. Same as canon.

Brainia. Same as canon.

James x Lucy. Moving in together.

Winn x Samantha. Engaged.

William x Andrea. They are last seen dancing together at Dansen’s wedding.

Morgan x Cat. They are last seen dancing together at Dansen’s wedding.

Lord’n’Luthor. He’s in jail for life and she’s dead.

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chrancecriber · 9 months

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Antenne Vorarlberg Chillout Lounge (August 22, 2023)

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Kazhi - Blacklight 22:00 Sagi Rei - Rhythm Is A Dancer 21:57 Stepha Schweiger - When I Was A Bird 21:52 Thomas Lemmer & Andreas Bach - Embracing Love 21:48 Clyb Foster - How Deep Is Your Love 21:44 Blank & Jones - Into The Sun 21:41 Felix Jaehn Feat. Zoe Wees - Do It Better 21:37 Eelke Kleijn Feat. Ost - Lost Souls (Nora En Pure Remix) 21:31 Jean-michel Jarre - Equinoxe, Pt. 4 21:26 Arden - Open 21:20 Alex Cortiz - Enter The Matrix 21:17 Shouse - Won't Forget You 21:09 Dj Disse - Riders In The Storm (Original Mix) 21:06 Backstreet Boys - Chances (Instrumental) 21:01 Goldfish - Love Everlasting (Extended Mix) 20:56 Ambala Feat. Laid Back - Walk With The Dreamers 20:54 Avian Grays & Azteck - Endlessly 20:48 Shakedown - At Night (Afterlife Remix) 20:45 Cookin' On 3 Burners, Henri Purnell & Revelries - Force Of Nature 20:42 Trinix - Soweto 20:37 David Guetta, Robin Schulz, Cheat Codes - Shed A Light (Blank & Jones Remix) 20:32 Melosense - Road & Lights 20:29 Kamrad - Feel Alive 20:26 Purple Disco Machine - Hypnotized 20:20 Schiller Feat. Maya Saban - I Miss You 20:16 Lstn - Sïstër 20:10 Cantoma - Gambarra (Lexx Remix) 20:07 Nora Van Elken - Sumatra (Lstn Remix) 20:03 Mike Candys & Jack Holiday - Saltwater (Rework) 20:01 Milky Chance - Stolen Dance 19:58 Deeperlove & Marc Korn - Vertigo (R.i.o. Remix) 19:50 Garlington - Falling To Pieces (Extended Mix) 19:43 Jazzanova - Bohemian Sunset 19:38 Monolink - Harlem River 19:35 Thomas Gold Feat. 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Nathan Nicholson - Be Here And Now 18:00 Cell - Under Your Mind (Live Version) 17:57 Wave Wave Feat. Evie - Real 17:52 Tebra - Istok 17:48 Gamper - Bittersweet Symphony 17:46 Nora Van Elken - Let It Go 17:42 Goldfish Feat. Nate Highfield & Dan Silver - Forever Free 17:39 Alphawezen - Out Of Sight 17:36 Thrdl!fe & Sleepwalkrs - Outta My Head 17:33 Paratone - Time After Time 17:28 Shakatak - Rio Nights 17:25 Chaël Feat Kaii - Don't Speak 17:19 Fous De La Mer - Esse Sonho 17:13 Beyhude - Rüzgar 17:08 Lazy Hammbock - Surround Me 17:05 The Chainsmokers & Coldplay - Something Just Like This 17:02 Shapov & Avian Grays Feat. Kifi - Light Up The World 16:57 Cecilia Krull - Agnus Dei (Benny Benassi & Bb Team Remix) 16:52 Alex Sail Feat. Al I Bo - Symantec Clime 16:44 Super Flu - Mygut (Solomun Remix) 16:41 Nora Van Elken - Honshu 16:35 Agoria - Up All Night 16:27 Jan Blomqvist - Empty Floor 16:24 Nora En Pure - Life On Hold 16:20 Moby - Lift Me Up 16:17 Undressd - Forever Young 16:11 Alex H - Seeking Agapism 16:03 Kygo - Freeze 16:00 Lost Frequencies X James Arthur - Questions 15:55 Mahoroba - Soft Breeze (On Air Mix) 15:52 Wave Wave Feat. Lena Sue - Repeating 15:47 Kid Massive, Yuji Ono, Dtale - Pray (Wolf Krew Remix) 15:43 Blondee & Marc Werner Feat. Fabienne Rothe - Wonderful Days 15:36 Rodg - Heights 15:34 Atb & Topic - Your Love (9pm) 15:27 Francesco Rossi - Paper Aeroplane 15:19 Armen Miran Feat. Jivan Gasp - Lost Memories 15:16 Emily Burns - Im So Happy 15:12 Robin Schulz - Sugar (Feat. Francesco Yates) 15:09 Alan Walker Ahrix - End Of Time 15:05 Moby - Lie Down In Darkness 15:03 Lika Morgan - Ding Dong 14:56 Shkoon Feat. Fruiterama - Napauken 14:54 David Guetta Feat. 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(Wilcox Extended) 12:35 Nora Van Elken - Mount Fuji 12:30 Simple Minds - Mandela Day 12:23 Röyksopp & Jamie Irrepressible - The Next Day (Mind Against Remix) 12:19 Sum Wave - Malin's Song 12:15 Chris Coco - Before Sunset (Original Mix) 12:12 Gibbs & Code X - Close To Your Heart 12:08 Trentemoller - Miss You 12:05 Robin Schulz Feat. Alida - In Your Eyes 12:01 Nora En Pure - World Of Rules 11:55 Project Blue Sun - Sunrise (Planet Chill Mix) 11:49 Tebra - Suton 11:45 Blank & Jones - Sunny (Summer Vibe Mix) 11:40 Music On Canvas Feat. Tabitha - Upside Down 11:37 Tiësto - The Motto 11:33 Eelke Kleijn Feat. 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Block - Baker Street 10:31 Lost Frequencies & Mathieu Koss - Don't Leave Me 10:25 Rìfìs Du Sol - Next To Me 10:21 Jazzamor - Song For Maggie 10:18 York - On The Beach (Kryder & Jenjammin Sax Edit) 10:15 Ultravox - Dancing With Tears In My Eyes 10:12 Edx - Ecletric (Mixed) 10:08 Passenger 10 - Serving The World 10:05 Niles Cooper - Lamplight Rains 10:01 Sono - Trusting You 09:59 Consoul Trainin Feat. Steven Aderinto & Duoviolins - Obsession 09:56 Diena Van Diest - Don't Give Up 09:52 Nora En Pure - Branches 09:49 Klingande & Bright Sparks - Messiah 09:46 Blank & Jones - Breezin' 09:43 Pulsedriver & Tiscore Feat. Anna Grey - We Are 09:39 Robin Schulz - Moonlit Sky (With The Void Pacific Choir) 09:33 D.a.x. Feat. Victoria Wilson James - Crash Landed 09:30 Hein Klein & Cheyenne - Every Breath You Take 09:24 Woolfy Vs. Projections - We Were There 09:20 Christopher Von Deylen - Infinity 09:17 Felix Jaehn & The Stickmen Project Feat. 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Liza Flume - Another Soul 07:57 Alok & James Arthur - Work With My Love 07:52 Schiller - Ultramarin 07:48 Ac Venture - Penang Waltz (Roberto Sol Remix) 07:45 Robin Schulz & David Guetta - On Repeat 07:42 Alok, Bruno Martini, Featuring Zeeba - Hear Me Now 07:38 Gestört Aber Geil & Anna Grey - Thank You 07:33 Depeche Mode - Home 07:25 Armin Van Buuren & Avira Feat. Sam Martin - Mask 07:21 Dante Klein & Jordiz Feat. Megan Brands - Life 07:17 Aromabar - Winter Pageant 07:12 Mike Candys & Jack Holiday - La Serenissima 07:09 Kungs Feat. Jhart - Dopamine 07:05 Nora En Pure - Diving With Whales (Daniel Portman Radio Mix) 07:00 Valante - Rissa 06:54 Rodriguez Jr. Feat. Liset Alea - What Is Real 06:50 Blank & Jones - Wyb (Deeper) 06:48 Zaz - Demain C'est Toi 06:45 Vize & Alan Walker Feat. Leony, Edward Artemyev - Space Melody (Edward Artemyev) 06:40 Remady & Manu-l - Another Day In Paradise 06:32 Blond:ish Feat. 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James Blunt - Melody 05:19 Elderbrook - I Need You 05:15 Sum Wave - Goodbye Earth 05:11 Blank & Jones - Nothing Can Come Between Us 05:08 Gesaffelstein & The Weeknd - Lost In The Fire 05:04 Julian Wassermann - Painfully 05:00 Five Seasons - In Your Town 04:56 Robin Schulz & Alle Farben & Israel Kamakawiwo'ole - Somewhere Over The Rainbow / What A Wonderful World 04:54 Fedde Le Grand Feat. Vince Freeman - Devils 04:48 The Swan And The Lake - Port D'andratx (Part 2 - Rain) 04:40 Martin Roth - An Analog Guy In A Digital World 04:37 Mahmut Orhan - Schhh (Feat. Irina Rimes) 04:33 Panama, Satin Jackets - The Future 04:29 Pirra Feat. Lindstrøm & Prins Thomas Remix - Limousine Lies 04:25 Lexer Feat. Audrey Janssens - Till Dawn 04:21 Passenger 10 - Voices In Her Head 04:16 Worakls - Caprice 04:11 De-phazz - Anchorless 04:08 Chris Avedon - The Letter 04:04 Lstn - Undecided 03:58 Hazy J - Silver 03:54 Alok Feat. John Martin - Wherever You Go 03:50 Enui - Adieu (Arielle Lb Remix) 03:45 Sia - Alive 03:41 Schiller & Peter Heppner - Leben... I Feel You 03:39 Blank & Jones - Love From The Start (Original Mix) 03:36 Amely & Lvndscape - Losing My Mind 03:33 The Alan Parsons Project - The Turn Of A Friendly Card 03:29 The Chainsmokers & Coldplay - Something Just Like This 03:26 Duboss - Losing My Religion 03:20 Röyksopp Feat. Susanne Sundførd - Oh, Lover 03:14 Mozez Feat. Henry Binns From Zero 7 - Beautiful Day 03:11 Daniel Portman - Sensual Desires 03:08 James Carter & Ofenbach Feat. 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I have another prompt for my dear! please could i have a college au where cat and kara are room mates who are secretly dating and Cat’s parents surprises them. please can you include the line “for gods sake put on some pants kara.” NC x

It took FOREVER to finish this (one night, one day and almost half another night) but I hope you like it. It’s full AU, Cat & Kara are about the same age in this fic (around 23 & 25yo probably), I took a lot of liberties (Cat might feel a little OOC, I’m not happy about it but since they’re young ... why not?) and I added a twist at the end for the actual line of the prompt. Careful, it’s rated E Thanks NASCAR anon for this prompt!

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“It’s perfect!”

Kara’s excitement echoes in the apartment.

“Of course it is! I lived here, until a week ago …” Lois replies, sounding amused. “Now, the thing you have to know about this perfect, cheap rent-controlled, three-bedrooms apartment with the real pine-wooden floor, the high ceilings, the many windows that let in as much sunlight as possible …”

Kara narrows her eyes at her friend, sensing that there’s a catch coming.

“… Is that it comes with a roommate.” Lois finishes with a smile.

It’s a cartoon worthy scene; Kara’s jaw all but drop in astonishment. Lois doesn’t even look sheepish, Kara absentmindedly notices. If anything, she looks almost smug, as if proud of her little prank.

“I’m not taking it,” Kara flats out declare, grabbing her backpack and moving toward the door. “I can’t believe I got my hopes up, I should have known better.”

“Hey, what does that even mean?” Lois calls after her, sounding outraged. “Hey! Kara, come on. You know you won’t be able to afford anything else as nice and as close as everything you want.”

That makes Kara pauses, because it’s nothing but the truth.

The apartment is spacious, luminous, close to everything she needs and it even has a small garage next to the building where she could park her bike. Not to mention that the cheap rent is nothing short of a miracle, especially in this neighborhood.

Kara hesitates, hovering near the entrance. She quickly studies her options. Alex did tell her she was welcome for as long as she needed but she knew her sister’s patience was starting to grow thin, especially since Lucy came back from her semester abroad and was now living with her. Lena would be more than happy to have her but the situation in between them was still a little weird and beside, Kara didn’t want to risk stumbling upon either Lex or Lillian Luthor. Winn would be over the moon but her exuberant friend would be too much for her in less than a week, she could bet her weight in potstickers.

“I hate you,” Kara mutters under her breath. She needs a place to stay and this apartment is her best option, she knows it. Turning around, she glares at her friend “Why didn’t you tell me about the roommate in the first place?”

“I knew you needed to see the place, first. It’s a really good place, you know?” Lois gestures around, encompassing her surroundings. Kara can only nods because the large living room full of bookcases already feels like home, just like the all-equipped American kitchen on the other side of the place, with an island that has stools in front of it.

“Still. Not cool,” Kara mumbles and this time, Lois does look a little contrite. “Anyway, where’s the roommate?”

“She’s abroad for the moment, she’ll be back in a week or so. I already texted her to inform her, she’s … Well,” Lois trails off, looking a little thoughtful. Kara narrows her eyes again. “She’s something, that’s for sure.”

Kara groans and rubs at her eyes.

“Meaning she’s not happy you trapped her with a new roommate in her absence. That’s just great, thanks a lot Lois.” Kara sighs, looking down to search for her phone in her backpack. “Who’s she, anyway? What does she do?”

Lois doesn’t reply right away. Kara finds her phone and looks up, following Lois line of sight and landing on a frame hanged on the wall, near one of the bookshelves.

“You have got to be kidding me … Your roommate is your ex?” Kara asks, stepping forward to study the picture.

It shows Lois on the left, radiant with a carefree smile and her dark hair wind-whipped around her head, looking down at a smaller, blond woman whose smile is a little more reserved but her hazel green eyes are lit up with joy and love. They look incredibly happy, standing close to each-others and with a jungle waterfall in the background.

“You’re moving in with my cousin and leaving me to deal with your ex? That’s a new low for you, Lois,” Kara accuses, turning an angry glare to her friend.

“Come on Kara, it’s not like that!” Lois retorts, sounding a little hurt. “Cat and I are still best friends. We broke up a long time ago, way before I met Clark …”

Lois glances at the picture and her eyes soften in a way that tells Kara she probably doesn’t know the whole story there.

“Does she know who I am?” Kara groans, because she doesn’t need more drama in her life.

“Not specifically, no. She knows you’re a friend of Lucy,” Lois replies. “I’m not sure it’s a good idea to tell her, not right away at least.”

“Gee, talk about a poisoned apple …” Kara mutters, looking around at the splendid apartment that came with such a high price. “Anything else I should know about?”

“Yes … Cat’s the heir of a big, big law-firm. Her parents are … Well, loaded doesn’t even start to cover it. They’re all the way up next to the Kennedy, the Clinton or whatever rich family you can think of, when it comes to the level of wealth.”

“And that’s important because …” Kara prods, arching an unimpressed brow.

“Because that reaction, right there, slightly judgmental and downright provocative, will get you ejected in no time,” Lois retorts, rolling her eyes. “Cat’s family is very rich, sure, but she actually works really, really hard to get by on her own. The only money she accepts from her parents is for her birthday and at Christmas and I’m pretty sure she gives most of it to a bunch of charity association anyway.”

“She works?” Kara snorts, disbelief clear in her voice.

“She does, yes. She’s a law student but she’s also taking a bunch of Business and Communication night classes, when she’s not tutoring or working as a part-time assistant for Perry White.”

Kara doesn’t say anything to that. She figures if the woman works so much, she won’t be around too often and maybe, maybe this arrangement will work.

“Alright. I’m taking it,” Kara sighs and she waves a threatening finger in front of Lois when her friend smiles victoriously. “However, this goes against my better judgment and don’t think you’ll get away with this so easily.”

“Sure, whatever you say, super puppy,” Lois replies with a laugh before handing over the keys and the paperwork.

—

“You’re the new roommate,” a voice comes from the entrance of her bedroom.

Kara doesn’t even startle. Instead, she finishes writing the line she’s started and then put down her pen, flexing her fingers to chase the slight cramp that threatens to spread.

Eventually, she looks up from her essay and falls into a pair of startlingly bright hazel eyes. It’s a little mesmerising, with golden sparkles swirling in it that somehow highlight the very faint freckles on her eyes and cheeks.

“I don’t know if ‘new’ is the right word,” Kara retorts, eying the woman standing in her door frame. She’s small but somehow, her presence is very commanding. She breathes power and authority, especially with the powerful black high-heels, the black pencil skirt and matching jacket opened on a crisp white shirt. “I’ve been living here for three months, now.”

It had been like living with a ghost, so far, and a fancy one with that. One that left leftovers sushi in the fridge, that drinks wine and seems to have a soft spot for dark chocolate, who dresses all fancy and sometimes forgets a pair of shoes, a shirt or a jacket in the living room, who stacks up books as if it was collector and who leaves a very strong, heady trail of spicy yet woody perfume behind.

Kara hadn’t minded in the least, glad to have the space for herself on the rare moments she’d been in. Still, her curiosity had more than once left her hesitating in front of the perfectly white door, devoid of any posters or decorative element in any kinds, that led to Cat’s bedroom.

Cat smiles, slowly.

She looks a little older than in the picture that still hangs on a wall in the living room. Her hair, of a distinct shade of golden blond, is shorter and barely brushes her shoulders now, lazily curling toward the end. She’s wearing makeup but it’s light, as far as Kara can tell. No daring lipstick, no pronounced contour or strong blush, it’s all carefully applied to give the illusion of something natural.

Kara leaves her desk and comes to stand in front of Cat, distractingly noticing she’s still a little taller despite the daring high-heels.

“Kara Danvers,” she introduces herself, extending a hand. “Pleasure.”

Cat looks at the hand and seems to hesitate for a moment. Kara doesn’t back off and waits, not looking away.

Eventually, Cat seizes Kara’s fingers and gives them a firm handshake. “Cat Grant. Likewise.”

After that, Cat leaves without a word and Kara takes a deep breath, inhaling the woody perfume that still hangs in the air.

—

“How is it going with this roommate of yours?” Lucy asks, handing a beer to Kara before sitting down next to her on the couch.

“It’s … civilized, I guess?” Kara replies, taking a big swing off her beer and slouching against the cushions with a heavy sigh. “She’s barely there anyway, it’s like living with a very clean ghost.”

Lucy laughs and Alex, sat on the floor next to Lucy’s legs, snorts.

“Cat Grant is many many things, but she’s certainly no ghost.” Lucy eventually replies, voice soft and gentle, and Kara glances at her.

“Right, you must know her, since she dated Lois for a while …” Kara recalls, before cheering as Alex manages to beat her record time in the car-racing video game she’s playing.

“I do know Cat Grant, yes,” the younger Lane nods. “She’s … well. I have no words to describe Cat Grant.”

That earns Lucy a curious look from Alex before the game starts again. Lucy seems lost in her mind for a little while but when she returns to the moment at hand, it’s with a warning in her eyes.

“Piece of advice though, my sister broke Cat’s heart when she ended things with her and despite Lois insisting that they’re still best friend, I wouldn’t mention your cousin’s name around her.”

“Shouldn’t be a problem,” Kara mumbles. “Aside from this one time where we officially met each other, I haven’t seen her.”

Lucy gives her a strange look but then Alex swears, loudly, and their attention is back on the game.

—

It starts with post-its.

Kara is in a hurry one day, she grabs the plate of leftover sushi to bring as her lunch and leaves a yellow note instead. It says “Sorry about the sushi, I needed lunch. I’ll buy you a fresh plate tonight.”

The same evening, she places a fancy assortment of sushi in the fridge and leaves a green post-it : “As promised; fresh from that shop you seems to like. I asked for your usual. Bye!”

The following morning, as Kara opens the fridge to grab the milk, she notices a post-it on the plate of sushi, but it’s blue. The handwriting is neat and precise “Thank you. Help yourself if you need the rest for lunch. C.”

It takes Kara totally by surprise. She was mostly expecting some kind of warning, a subtle “back off” kind of reply but the apparent easiness of this little exchange warms her heart.

When she comes back from her shift at the bar she’s tending every three nights, she places a bottle of fancy wine on the kitchen island and sticks a pink post-it on it. “Thanks for the lunch! I heard it’s good wine, let me know if you like it? Bye.”

The next afternoon, when she emerges, the bottle is gone but there’s a brown bag instead, with a yellow post-it. “The wine is actually one of my favorite, thank you. Potstickers? I noticed you seem to eat a lot of them … Enjoy. C.”

That makes Kara’s day.

—

“Movie night?” says the pink post-it on the coffee table when Kara comes back from her soccer practice.

She laughs and shouts across the apartment “I need a shower first, meet me on the couch in twenty minutes. Also, I’m ordering pizza, our usual.”

Kara pulls out her phone from her pocket and calls their usual place.

The man on the other side greets her by her first name and jokes with her about the last national soccer game score before telling her their pizzas will be there in half an hour. She thank him and writes “Pizzas will be there in 30 min” on a blue post-it, replacing the pink one on the coffee table.

Once in her room, she carefully add the post-it to her collection, in a notebook that’s already filled with colorful notes. She’s annotated each one with a quick context quote so now the little book is telling a story.

Kara smiles softly at the last note and then closes the notebook, already stripping from her dirty clothes before she jumps in the shower.

—

“I’m fine, Alex, I swear! It looked a lot scarier than it was, I promise,” Kara protests, swatting away her sister’s hand. “Stop fussing!”

Alex leans back and glares down at her sister, Lucy standing next to her.

“Scarier doesn’t even begin to cover it,” Alex growls, eyes flashing with anger. “I just watched you get hit by a car thrown at full speed, get ejected from your bike, fly across the road and then land miles away, right through the windshield of another car. It truly is a wonder you’re still alive!”

Kara looks a little sheepish at that but her stubbornness resurfaces instantly and she raises her chin.

“Yet, I’m perfectly alright and I’ll be out in two days. Now stop fluffing my pillows!” Kara pushes Alex’s hands away again.

“Wait until mom hears about this,” Alex threatens, storming out of the room after one last glance at her sister.

Lucy sighs and takes a seat by Kara’s medial bed. She doesn’t say anything, she simply watches and Kara slowly deflates under the unrelenting, watchful gaze.

“I know. I’m being an asshole,” Kara sighs, finally looking away. She feels bad that she scared Alex and Lucy but honestly, she’s been through worse. “I just … I hate hospitals.”

Her voice is small and low. Lucy doesn’t say anything, she simply takes one of Kara’s hands in hers and squeezes. Kara squeezes back, grateful for her friend’s quiet presence.

“Oh my gosh, Kara!”

“Cat?” Kara looks up and sees Cat enters the room, a look of pure panic written across her face.

In all the months they’ve been basically living together, it’s the first time Cat’s not all perfectly put together. She looks disheveled, her cheeks have that red glow that comes from running against the wind and her clothes, a pair of casual jeans and a soft navy blue pull-over, are too casual and a little crumpled, not perfectly adjusted like always. Her eyes are ablaze with panic and adrenaline and Kara watches, a little enthralled, as the golden sparkles swirl and swirl and swirl around in the hazel irises.

“You idiot!” Cat shouts, striding forward and hitting the ground with more force than strictly necessary. That’s when Kara notices Cat isn’t wearing heels. “What the hell were you thinking!”

Cat stops on the other side of the bed, across from where Lucy’s sat and still holding Kara’s hand.

“Uh … I was just driving back to the apartment …” Kara tries to reply but the burning glare Cat throws her shuts her up right away.

“You could have died, you absolute, stubborn, ridiculous idiot!” Cat accuses and Kara shrinks a little in her bed, not understanding why Cat was so angry at her. “I was waiting for you for our usual movie night, but you didn’t come home. You weren’t answering my texts and it was getting so late …”

Cat takes a deep breath and Kara goes to say something but another glare dissuades her.

“I eventually texted Winn, thinking you were still at the bar, to ask if you were alright. Imagine my surprise when he instantly called me and told me you’ve been rushed into the nearest hospital, because you got hit by a car!” Cat all but yells the last few words, fury echoing in her voice and it’s suddenly too much because she’s pacing.

“I was already on my way when you sister called me, to let me know about the accident,” Cat adds and now she looks hurt. Kara doesn’t even know why, she doesn’t understand what prompted Cat to unleash like this. They’ve been getting close lately, verging on the line of best-friends really, but this categorized relationship doesn’t explain Cat’s outburst.

Helplessly, she stares at her roommate and notices the unshed tears gathered in the hazel green eyes. All of a sudden, Cat looks small, vulnerable and so impossibly lost, all Kara wants to do is leap out of her bed and hold her close.

She opens her mouth to apologize when a new voice echoes in the room.

“Kara! Thank God you’re alright!”

Clark rushes to her side and grabs her hand, already fussing around her like her sister did before, puffing the pillow, moving the plate of food and beverage around, checking the tubes and the machines gathered near the bed.

“I got so scared, when Alex called! What happened, who did this?” Clark points to the bandage around her head and then to the many strips on her collarbones and along her arms. He looks incredibly relieved but Kara sees the anger in his eyes, not knowing if it’s directed at her or at the person responsible for her injuries.

“Clark Kent? You … You know Kara?” Cat asks, looking stunned and a little confused. Kara winces and pushes her cousin away, ready to explain, when Lois makes her entrance.

“For the love of God, Kara, we got so scared! Don’t do that again okay?”

“Gee, what is it with you people, do you seriously think I did this on purpose? Stop telling me to not do that again, I’m not the one responsible for the accident”, Kara rebels and glares at everyone around, her eyes bouncing from Lucy, to Clark, to Lois and finally, they land on Cat.

Cat, who’s glancing between Lois, Clark and her, looking utterly hurt, betrayed even. Kara winces again and reaches a hand but Cat shakes her head no.

“Hey there, Kitty Cat!” Lois greets, sounding surprised and slightly uncomfortable, and Kara wants to disappear into the ground and to never face either Lois or Cat ever again. “I didn’t know you’d be there.”

“Believe or not, neither did I,” Cat retorts, curtly. Her eyes are flashing with hurt, anger and confusion. The golden sparkles are dimmed, in the darkness of her green irises and Kara shudders when the gaze focuses on her. “Of course, you’re related to Clark.”

“He’s … my cousin, yes. We’re … almost the same age, give or take six months,” Kara nods, knowing better than to lie her way out of this situation. Cat’s gaze is full of heat and Kara squirms.

“Is there a reason as to why you never told me about this particular relationship?” Cat asks, voice cold and collected, the green of her eyes darkening even more.

“Actually, that’s my fault,” Lois jumps in, looking very sheepish. Kara wants to tell her to shut up, to stop talking but of course, there’s no telling that to Lois Lane. Ever. “I told Kara you would throw her out of the apartment if you knew about her relationship to Clark. I advised her to … not say anything.”

Cat seems about to lash out again but before she can says something, she’s interrupted.

“What on earth is happening in here?” Alex asks, stepping into the room and glancing at all the people present. One look at Cat and Lois tells her everything she needs to know.

“Oh,” Alex sighs. She takes a deep breath and then looks right into Cat’s eyes. “Cat, I’m sorry we never told you. It wasn’t right. I shouldn’t have played along with Lois idea to keep this relationship a secret and I’m truly, really sorry.”

A thick, stunned silence follows Alex’s apology. Cat looks thrown off, more than anyone else, but she manages to recompose herself.

“Thank you, Alex. I … appreciate that,” Cat accepts the apology and then gestures to Kara. “Please, take care of the stubborn idiot over there.”

After that, she exits the room without another words.

—

There’s no post-it waiting for her when she returns to the apartment, three days later. The place is dark and quiet and Kara doesn’t even need to check to know Cat’s gone.

She’s tried to reach out, through texts and calls, for the past three days but Cat is nothing if persistent in her indifference. Kara feels miserable and while it’s tempting to blame it all on Lois, she knows it’s her own fault.

She should have told Cat about Lois secret the moment they started being friends.

They’ve been so close lately, having regular movie night on the couch together with various sort of take-out, Kara showing up at Cat’s work after her soccer practice to pick her up and bring her home, Cat studying on Kara’s bed while Kara wrote her essays at her desk with soft music in the background, Cat dropping by at Kara’s bar, in between Kara’s shift, to have a drink or share some food, the many excursions they went through across town, the museums Cat dragged Kara to, the walks by the beach sharing an ice-cream or some candy flush, talking and laughing and debating about one thing or another.

Cat’s love for old books and the way she would sometimes smell like it, like dust and old pages, a scent Kara found familiar and grounding. Kara’s strange tastes in music and Cat’s mockery of it, a façade to hide the fact she was very curious and sometimes even liked the same things Kara did. Cat’s tendency to tidy everything and Kara’s messy self, their many arguments about a forgotten sweater or a pair of sneakers in the way. Kara’s terrible attempts at cooking and Cat’s irritated yet fond looks whenever she tried something new.

Cat’s warmth against her flank on the couch as they watched a movie. Cat’s way to adjust the collar or whatever top Kara was wearing before they left the apartment. Cat’s scent, heady and dizzying, so comforting, that still lingered on the couch long after she was gone.

Cat’s laugh, like a melody, a sound that meant home.

She never realized how much Cat had come to mean to her, until she was gone.

—

“Why so glum?” Winn asks, sitting down at a stool next to her. He looks a little concerned but mostly, his eyes have the glazed glow of someone who’s had too much to drink.

“Nothing,” Kara sighs, nursing her glass of Scotch and watching as Alex and Lucy dance together in the middle of the crowd. “I just … nevermind.”

“Feel lonely?” Winn supplies and Kara throws him a shocked glare, a little alarmed that her very drunk friend is still able to read her so easily.

“Come on. You’ve been mooning over that roommate of your for months now, it’s practically visible from space,” Winn rolls his eyes and then winces, apparently regretting the move. “I’m guessing she’s still not talking to you and … you miss her, am I right?”

Kara sighs, heavily so.

“Yeah, I do. It’s ridiculous, really.” Kara lets out a frustrated breath. “She’s … she’s Cat Grant.”

“What does being Cat Grant entails, exactly?” Winn asks with a frown, because of course he doesn’t see the point.

Kara finishes her drink and asks for another one before taking a deep breath.

“She’s … she’s so incredibly smart, in a way I still can’t exactly fathom. Her mind is quick and sharp, she manages to see the details in everything without loosing the big picture. She’s witty, too.” Kara chuckles, eyes sparkling. “Her sarcasm has this cutting edge that could probably freeze the sun but somehow, when she smiles … it’s like … it’s like … she is the sun itself, you know? It lit up her whole being from the inside, she just glows and it reaches her eyes. It always reaches her eyes when she genuinely smiles.”

Winn’s listening, eyes intent on her despite the drunken glaze.

“She’s incredibly proud. She doesn’t like when people just overlook her because her parents have money. She’s a real perfectionist, you know? Always pushing for everyone to be the better version of themselves, to never be content with just what they have and to dare reaching out for more. She’s doing it to herself, to the point it must be exhausting, I think,” Kara smiles, a little sadly. Cat never allows herself to just be herself. “She works really hard, in her classes, for the students she’s tutoring and even in her job. She never gives up. I’ve heard stories of how she’s treated in this newspapers … It makes my skin crawl everytime she talks about it, but she doesn’t even pay attention to it. She’s ambitious. So much, I swear one day she’ll be president or something.”

“Well, here’s one career path I didn’t even consider, until now …”

Kara swirls around on her stool, so fast she almost ends up on the floor but hands land on her hips and steady her. Cat’s smiling, a little smugly, and her eyes are bright with something Kara doesn’t even dare to interpret. She steps forward and invades Kara’s space, smelling like spice and wood, with just a hint of alcohol.

“Hey,” Kara whispers, dropping her eyes to her knees. “You’re … back.”

“I wasn’t supposed to be,” Cat replies, her voice low and a little hesitant now. She still has her hands on Kara’s hips and Kara feels her skin burn under the warmth of Cat’s palms, through her clothes. “I just … I … I missed you.”

Kara freezes and then blinks, a little helplessly. “You did?”

“I did,” Cat smiles, leaning forward. “I took a plane this afternoon and then came straight from the airport because Winn texted me, said you were here.”

Kara glances at her friend but the stool he previously occupied was empty. Kara and Cat were all alone near the bar, save it from the coming and going bartender on the other side of it.

“How much of it did you hear?” Kara asks, swallowing hard under Cat’s focused gaze.

“Apparently, your mooning over me is visible from space …” Cat chuckles and Kara groans, hiding her face in between her hands and muttering something about killing Winn.

“Please don’t,” Cat whispers, slowly prying Kara’s fingers away from her face. “I’ve been … too scared to make a move. I didn’t know … I didn’t know you felt that way about me.”

Kara looks up to meet Cat’s gaze. It’s so bright and hopeful, it takes Kara’s breath away.

“I did. I do. I …” Kara sighs, looking down again. “I should have told you about Clark, I’m sorry about that. I thought … I thought maybe you wouldn’t like me anymore, if you knew I was Clark Kent’s cousin. I know you and Lois have a … complicated story.”

Cat slowly removes her hands from Kara’s hip and the loss is jaring, it makes Kara shudders. Cat takes the stool Winn has just vacated and looks at Kara with sadness in her eyes.

“We … had, a complicated story. I’m not going to lie, she broke my heart when she ended our relationship but it’s not fair to put all the blame on her, as tempting as it is,” Cat explains with a slight chuckle. Kara arches a surprise brow but doesn’t say anything. “I … never told my parents, about Lois and I. Worse, I hid her, on the few times they came visit me. She …”

Cat draws in a breath and accepts the glass of wine the bartender places in front of her. She’s a regular in this bar where Kara sometimes works, the other bartenders know what she likes and they’re past the point of asking, they just go with it.

“As flawed as Lois is, as annoying as she can sometimes be, she never hid who she was and she didn’t deserve the way I was treating her, back then. I … I understand, why she broke up with me. We stayed friends, and I value her friendship a great deal.”

Kara tilts her head and looks at the way Cat plays with her drink. The deep burgundy beverage swirls in the glass, slowly, regularly, it’s a little fascinating.

“I got so scared, Kara. When Winn called me to let me know about your accident … I felt as if my whole world was crumbling. I was … terrified of losing you. I didn’t understand why, at first,” Cat says and there’s a tremor in her voice, hints of terror in her hazel eyes. “I might be a little … awkward, when it comes to feelings. Dealing with it has never been my strong suit and I’m a firm believer of bottling everything up and letting it sink somewhere safe.”

Kara slowly reaches and takes Cat’s hand in hers, brushing her thumb across Cat’s knuckles. She doesn’t say anything but with just a nod, she encourages her to keep talking.

“I found you in the hospital, all banged up, with a bandage on your head and everywhere on your body and I … I wanted to hold you, to feel that you were real, still alive and not going anywhere but I … I got scared, Kara,” Cat breathes, squeezing Kara’s fingers. “Of my own feelings, their intensity, the way it ruled every thoughts in my head, every decision I could make, everything. Clark was just … a convenient excuse for me to reject the blame on something else. I admit, I did feel a little betrayed that you didn’t tell me, but it’s not why I stormed off. It’s not the reason I left town.”

“Why did you?” Kara asks, softly. She thinks she knows the answer but she still needs to hear it and more importantly, Cat needs to say it.

“You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?” Cat sasses, wanting to remove her hand but Kara holds on and nods. Cat nods too and takes another deep breathe, followed by a long swing of wine. It takes her a minute but she eventually manages to look Kara in the eyes.

“I … I think I’m … falling in love with you, Kara Danvers.”

Kara smiles, widely. “You think?”

Cat rolls her eyes and swats at Kara’s hand. “Shut up.”

“Aww, no,” Kara says, grabbing back Cat’s hand and pulling it close, placing it over her heart. Its frantic beats seem to surprise Cat and she stops struggling against Kara’s hold. “Let me talk. I don’t think I’m falling in love with you. I know I am. I have been in love with you for a long, long time now, but I didn’t want to admit it. I’m no better than you when it comes to feelings, it’s a fucking scary thing.”

Cat gasps and Kara brushes her thumb against the hollow of Cat’s wrist. “I love you, Cat Grant. I love you, and I’m an idiot for not having said so any sooner.”

“You are an idiot,” Cat nods but there’s no denying the pure, unadulterated happiness that shines in her eyes as she smiles, genuinely, widely so. “You’re my idiot.”

Kara doesn’t wait and leans forward, kissing Cat with all she has and all she is. It’s soft and yet intense, tender but passionate and so incredibly intimate. Her hands move to hold Cat’s cheeks, cradling her close and keeping her there as she pulls back, a little breathless.

“I’ve been dreaming of kissing you since the moment you fell asleep on my lap while watching The Empire Strike Back,” Kara whispers against Cat’s lips, earning a chuckle and an eye roll.

“You know I don’t like Star Wars,” Cat muses, dropping a kiss at the corners of Kara’s mouth.

“Liar. You love it,” Kara shakes her head and her laugh gets swallowed in another kiss, deeper this time, more demanding, pressing. A hand tugs at the front of her sweater and she obliges, stepping up from the stool and invading Cat’s space to slide herself in between Cat’s legs.

A moan escapes the back of Cat’s throat and the sound sends a bolt of pure desire down Kara’s core, making her tremble a little against Cat.

“Wanna get out of here?” Kara asks, moving her lips down to Cat’s jawline and dropping a line of soft, sweet kisses alongside it.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Cat groans and before Kara knows it, she’s being dragged outside by her girlfriend.

—

Nothing really changes.

They still have a movie night once or twice a week. Kara still goes to pick up Cat after her soccer practice. They still go to the beach and to the museums together, sharing ice-cream or candy flush. They still study together, listening to music. Kara still tries to cook on a regular basis, under Cat’s fond yet unimpressed gaze. They still argues about the clothes in the living room.

There’s just a lot of making out in the middle.

Sometimes, the movie plays on the TV but no one is watching. Books and essays lie on the floor, amongst the discarded clothes that tend to get removed very quickly these days. There’s hand holding whenever they’re outside together, sweet kisses and small gestures. They go to Alex and Lucy for game nights once a week and it’s comfortable, easy. They still argue and sometimes they even fight and they end up sleeping in their respective bedroom, until one of them caves and gets up to join the other one in the middle of the night. Cat goes to Kara’s soccer games and Kara makes the regular effort to attend some of Cat’s work events.

All in one, they work and it lasts.

—

“You guys are so sickeningly in love, it’s disgusting,” Alex grumbles one morning, three months after the official start of Cat and Kara’s relationship.

She’s hovering by the door with a box of donuts and a cardboard trail full of coffee cups.

“Alex, do come in,” Cat smiles and opens the door a little wider for the older Danvers to step in.

“Is my sister even decent?” Alex asks, nervously looking around. She’s walked on them a few times already and she now knows better than to just knock and enter without answer.

“She’s getting dressed, yes,” Cat chuckles, rolling her eyes before eying the coffee cups with interest.

“Yes, one of them is for you,” Alex puts the donuts box on the kitchen island and hand over her non-fat, no whole milk, bulletproof latte to Cat. She looks a little nauseous as she picks up her own cup. “I don’t know how you can drink this, seriously.”

“Force of habit, I suppose,” Cat shrugs.

Kara bounces out of Cat’s bedroom and comes hug her sister before moving around to kiss Cat. It’s soft and sweet, brief but with just enough love to content Cat, who relaxes back against the kitchen island with a dreamy smile on her lips.

“Sickening,” Alex mutters but there’s a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

“You’re just jealous because Luce’s away for a few weeks and you miss her,” Kara rolls her eyes at her sister and opens the donuts box, already picking a chocolate one and handing it over to Cat. She then chooses a jelly filled one for herself. “Where is she anyway?”

“Paris, again,” Alex sighs. “Her environmental law firm is sending her to negotiate at a climate summit or something.”

“Our hero,” Kara smiles and she means it. It makes Alex smile too.

“Alright, are you ready?”

“Sure, let’s go,” Kara says, moving around to go pick up her bag in Cat’s bedroom. When she comes back, Alex is waiting for her by the door and Cat’s lingering near the couch, looking a little sad.

“Awww no, don’t be sad. It’s only three days, I’ll be back before you know it,” Kara laughs, dropping the back on the couch to hug her girlfriend.

“Urgh. I’m gonna wait for you in the car, bye Cat!” Alex says, waving goodbye and then closing the door behind her, offering them some privacy.

“I know, I know but I just …” Cat pauses, looking a little frustrated. Kara slides a finger under Cat’s chin and lift it, slowly.

“Tell me,” Kara pushes, looking into Cat’s eyes. She knows it’s still hard for Cat to deal with feelings, to accept and express them.

“I don’t sleep when you’re not here,” Cat whispers, looking small and vulnerable. Kara’s heart burst out with love and she leans in to kiss her girlfriend, long and hard. Hands tangle in her hair and a body she now knows by heart presses against hers.

“I love you, Cat Grant. I can’t wait to come back to you,” Kara says softly, randomly dropping a few kisses on Cat’s face. It seems to ease Cat just enough to make a smile appears.

“Please do,” she whispers, leaning forward to place her forehead against the crock of Kara’s shoulder.

“You know I will, Cat. I’m not going anywhere, you’re stuck with me for as long as you’ll have me,” Kara replies, caressing Cat’s hair with one hand and stroking her back with the other. “I’m your idiot, remember?”

That makes Cat laugh and it’s how Kara knows she can go.

—

Kara climbs the stairs leading to their apartment so fast she almost falls a few time. She’s holding her bag, overthrown on one shoulder, with one hand and the other is keeping a bouquet of flowers upright. White lilies, Cat’s favorite.

She drops the bag at her feet and fumbles around to find her keys, barely managing to enter the right one in the lock when the door is thrown open in front of her. She’s expecting Cat but instead, there’s a much older woman in front of her.

“Hello,” says the stranger. “Who are you?”

The woman is smaller than Kara but the commanding presence is oddly familiar. She’s concealing her age fairly well but the creases on her forehead, the crinkles around her eyes and the defined veins on her hands are still giving it away. She’s wrapped in a burgundy ensemble, pants and a matching jacket over a black shirt and she’s wearing heels. Her pixie haircut hardens her features and highlight the dark green of her eyes.

“Uh … I’m Kara, and I live here. Who are you?” Kara asks, frowning at the stranger in her apartment.

“I’m Kat …” the woman says and Kara snorts.

“No you’re not,” Kara replies and the woman throws her an irritated look that’s all too familiar.

“If you let me finish … I’m Katherine Grant, Cat’s mother.”

Kara gapes and stares, unable to says anything. It’s definitely not what she was expecting to come home to.

“You must be … the roommate,” Katherine muses, looking up and down at Kara’s figure. “Are those flowers for us?”

“Us?” Kara repeats, entirely too lost to do anything else.

She’s coming back from a very intense soccer camp training, she’s exhausted, missing her girlfriend and the way this woman is looking at her with something like disdain in her eyes is grating on her nerves.

“My husband and I,” Katherine exaggeratedly articulates, as if she was talking to a dumb person. “I assume my daughter told you about our visit?”

Kara grits her teeth and counts to ten before she manages to plaster a smile on her lips and extends a hand.

“Actually, she probably forgot to tell me. I’ve been away for a few days and just coming back from a sport camp, but here,” Kara gives away the flowers. “I’m Kara Danvers and despite the awkward beginning, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs Grant.”

That seems to please Katherine because the faint shadow of a smile tugs at the corners of her lips. It’s barely there but Kara’s taking whatever she can, especially since the 'meeting the parents’ situation didn’t start out so great.

“Is Cat around?” Kara asks, trying not to sound too hopeful.

“She’s on her way back from work, apparently,” a man’s voice echoes behind Katherine. Kara glances further in the living room and see a gentleman in a navy blue three pieces suit standing near one of the bookshelves. He’s taller than his wife, with distinguished features and metallic grey hair perfectly ordered atop his head. His eyes are of a grey-blue color Kara finds oddly comforting.

“Don’t stand in the way dear, do come in,” Katherine gestures for her to step in and Kara tries not to seethe that this stranger is inviting her in her own place. She grabs her bag and excuses herself to her bedroom.

She’s not used her own bedroom in months and it shows. Dust is gathering on her wardrobe, on her desk and on her bed night stands. It’s all too neat, too ordered for her taste. She searches for her phone in her bag and curses when she sees it’s out of power. She plugs it and unpack her stuff while it gathers enough battery to be launched again.

When it finally starts, it vibrates non-stop for about two minutes.

She has eight missed calls and twice as many texts, all from Cat.

“Uh oh,” Kara sighs.

She’s about to call Cat back when her phones goes off, Cat’s calling.

“Hi babe,” Kara greets, smiling from ear to ear.

“Kara, oh my gosh where have you been?” Cat’s panicked and short of breath. “I’ve been trying to call you for hours! Nevermind, whatever you do, don’t show up at the apartment tonight, my parents are in town and they didn’t announce themselves, as usual …”

Kara stays silent after that. She knows Cat’s still not out to her parents, they’ve talked about it and Kara knows Cat isn’t ready but after what happened with Lois, Kara was still expecting some kind of gesture. A step in the right direction. Something to hang onto. This, Cat lying to her about her parents dropping unannounced and asking her to hide until they’re gone, was not great.

The disappointment hurts, like a needle piercing her thick skin and reaching the sensitive part of her.

“You don’t say,” Kara retorts, a little coolly. “Your mother sounds lovely. I have yet to interact with your father though. What should I do, hide in the closet in my bedroom until they’re gone?”

There’s a pause on the other side of the line, before Cat speaks again. “You’re … home?”

Again, this isn’t the excited welcome Kara was expecting. Instead, Cat sounds terrified, slightly sick even.

“You know, sometimes I wonder … am I just a piece of furniture, to you? You sure as hell conveniently seems to forget that I live here, too,” Kara snaps, not handling her disappointment well. She looks at herself in the mirror of her bedroom.

She’s already dressed for it, casual jeans, a red hoodie beneath her leather jacket and she’s wearing her favorite pair of red converses to go with it.

“Nevermind Cat, I’m going to the bar. I wasn’t planning on working tonight but I guess it doesn’t matter anyway,” Kara says, shortly. “Don’t wait for me, I’ll crash at Winn’s tonight. Have fun with your parents.”

Kara hangs up and grabs her keys, her wallet and pushes them in her pocket with her phone. She gets her motorcycle helmet and a backpack she fills with whatever clothes will work as a pyjama, some toiletries and then heads out.

“I’m sorry Mrs and Mr Grant, but I’ve been called out to replace one of my coworkers, out sick. Since I figured you’d like to have some time with your daughter, I won’t intrude that way. Enjoy your dinner,” Kara waves at them and exits her place as fast as she can.

In her pocket, her phone keeps vibrating but she just ignores it.

—

“She’s calling me now, please do something,” Winn says, sounding slightly terrified.

His phone is lit up with Cat’s name above a wallpaper that says 'Breathe and pick up’. It usually makes Kara laugh, but not tonight.

“Nope,” Kara says, ignoring the call and going away to clear some tables and takes a few orders.

“Still no progress?” Alex asks from behind him, and Winn shakes his head.

“I think Cat royally screwed up this time,” Winn says, sadness echoing in his voice. He’s known the Danvers sisters for a long time now and he’s been in their life long enough to recognize when the situation’s really bad.

“I agree,” Alex sighs, worriedly looking at her sister across the bar. “She’s not calling me though, I must be her very last resort …”

“Cat’s terrified of you, so yeah I’m pretty sure you’ll be the very last person she calls,” Winn laughs but it’s hollow, it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“And yet …” Alex mumbles, raising her phone to show Cat’s name etched on it.

“Oh, whow,” Winn lets out a breath. “That bad …”

“Hi Cat,” Alex greets, placing her phone against her ear. She keeps her voice neutral and cool but her eyes are burning with anger.

Winn doesn’t hear what Cat says but the anger flaring up in the older Danvers eyes tells him it’s not good. It calms down pretty quickly though and Winn hears sobs, coming out of Alex’s phone.

“Cat … You did something terribly wrong, there’s no denying it. I know it, Kara knows it, you know it … What’s done is done,” Alex eventually speaks, voice low but clear. “What you can do is apologize. Make up for it. She’s not asking you to come out to your parents, she would never ask that of you. She simply doesn’t want to be or to feel like your dirty secret.”

Winn nods approvingly.

Cat speaks some more and Alex shakes her head.

“Give her some time to cool off, she’ll be back. Cat, I mean it. Do not try to push her, you’ll only manage to do more damage,” Alex warns. “I know my sister, she’s head over heels in love with you, she’ll come around.”

Cat must have asked for some reinsurance because Alex adds, fondly “She’s still your idiot, you know. Just, give her time, give her space.”

After that, Alex hangs up and Winn gives her a knowing look.

—

“Please, don’t leave me,” Cat asks the moment Kara steps back in the apartment, a week after Cat’s parents visit.

Kara’s thrown off by the unexpected greeting, by the vulnerability in her girlfriend’s voice, the red rimmed eyes and the way Cat fidgets with her hands.

She’s standing next to the usual bookshelves in the living room and Kara distractingly notices the picture of Lois & Cat is gone. Cat’s wearing one of Kara’s university sweater, a pale grey hoodie with NCU blazon plastered in blue across the front. It looks too big on her but somehow, it still suits her better than Kara.

“What? No, I’m not here to breakup with you!” Kara frowns, dropping her keys in the usual plate on the small table by the entrance. She hangs her leather jacket next to the door and then turns around to face her girlfriend, who seems at a loss as to what to do.

“Come on,” Kara opens her arms and steps forward, inviting Cat in the embrace. She doesn’t need to tell her twice, Cat all but hurls herself at Kara and holds onto her for dear life.

“I’m so sorry, Kara I’m so sorry, I made a mistake, or a few …” Cat sobs against Kara’s shoulder and Kara feels fingers twist into the red fabric of her hoodie, tangling in it really. “I didn’t know … I didn’t want to … I’m …”

“Cat, look at me,” Kara pulls back just enough so she could meet Cat’s eyes. The hazel is dimmed, reddish and it’s all puffy but Kara still finds that Cat is the most beautiful woman she’s ever seen. “I know, okay? I know you didn’t mean to hurt me. I know you, and I believe you when you says you reacted poorly.”

Cat takes a deep breath and then shakes her head, hands still holding onto Kara’s hoodie.

“I never meant to make you feel like a dirty little secret, Kara,” Cat says, voice a little steadier. Kara doesn’t interrupt, her arms still wrapped around her girlfriend’s silhouette. “It was so very wrong and I am truly, really sorry about the way I treated you.”

“Thank you,” Kara nods, accepting the apology and acknowledging Cat’s efforts at offering one. “I know you panicked and you did tell me you’re not exactly good with feelings, I should have anticipated it. I’m sorry I ran away and gave you the cold shoulder for a while.”

“I hated it. Every second of it. I’ve missed you, Kara,” Cat whispers, resting her forehead against Kara’s collarbone and stepping in closer.

“I’ve missed you too, Cat. Just, don’t freak out on me the next time your parents are in town, okay?” Kara asks, lifting Cat’s chin and leaning in for a kiss.

It’s incredibly soft and tender, slightly hesitant too. It lasts for a little while but then Cat’s wrapping a hand around Kara’s neck and pulling her in closer, moaning into the kiss. The next thing Kara knows, they’re stumbling backward to Cat’s bedroom, clothes flying in every direction and greedy hands reaching for smooth skin. Cat’s whispering her name in a way that makes Kara’s knees go really weak but she still manages to sweep Cat off the ground, groaning at the way Cat’s thighs close around her waist.

“Bold move, my love,” Cat chuckles but her eyes are dark with lust and impatience and she leans forward to kiss Kara senseless.

“Hmf,” Kara’s replies gets muffled in the kiss and it’s not long before they’re finally falling into Cat’s bed, Kara’s hands already roaming Cat’s body, worshipping it really.

It’s been way too long since they hadn’t been intimate and there’s a certain tenderness into the way Kara takes her sweet time to kiss every inch of Cat’s skin, lingering on some soft spots and biting into some others, guiding Cat’s hands and murmuring words of love. Cat’s still clinging to her in a way that betrays her fears so Kara kisses her eyelashes and murmurs “I’m not going anywhere Cat. I’m yours, remember?” Cat looks at her with such awe and wonder in her eyes, Kara laughs and kisses her, loving her with everything she is, everything she has to offer, all the love she feels.

It’s very early in the morning when they finally fall asleep, tangled together in Cat’s bed.

—

“Cat? Cat sweetheart, are you in there?”

Kara jolts awake at the sound of Katherine Grant’s voice, coming from the living room. It takes a few seconds before the reality of that statement catch up with her brain.

“Cat! Cat wake up, your mother’s here,” Kara hisses, rolling around in the bed and missing the edge, falling on the ground with a loud thud and a swear word.

“Humpf,” Cat grumbles, grabbing a pillow and placing it over her head. Kara has never cursed the fact her girlfriend wasn’t a morning person so hard before. “Too early.”

“For fuck sake, Cat, wake up!” Kara groans as she rises up from the ground and looks around for something to throw on herself. She’s naked and if her memory serves her well, most of their clothes are still in the living room. She grabs a sweater that hangs from the side of Cat’s wardrobe and starts searching for some trousers or at least the very least, underwear.

“What are you doing up? Come back to bed,” Cat mumbles and Kara feels a hand run along her legs as she moves around the bed.

“Cat!” Kara grabs her girlfriend and gently shakes her awake. “Cat, your mother is here, in our living room, where we left all of our clothes last night …”

“My … mother?” Cat suddenly looks wide awake, if not a little pale and unsteady.

“Yes, your mother …” Kara nods, wincing as Katherine’s calling for Cat again. “Come on, get dressed and get out of the room, I’m going to hide in your bathroom.”

“No, don’t hide,” Cat states and Kara freezes, looking unsure. Cat moves to stand on her knees on the mattress and she reaches out for Kara’s face, pulling her down for a kiss. It’s slow and loving, sure too.

“Uh, Cat?” Kara asks, a little dazzled.

“No more hiding,” Cat murmurs again, a shy smile gracing her lips.

“Cat, I’m coming in,” Katherine announces and before Kara can hide or move, really, the bedroom door is thrown open and Cat’s mother’s standing in the door frame.

“There you are,” Katherine smiles. Her eyes linger on the scene in front of her but she doesn’t look in the least phased. “We brought breakfast, care to join us?”

Cat looks as dumbfounded as Kara feels and they exchange a confused look.

“What?” Katherine asks, frowning.

“You … You’re not mad?” Cat dares to ask, reaching for Kara’s hand and squeezing it. Kara returns the gesture and steps closer to her, protective.

“Mad? Why would I?” Katherine seems entirely too at ease and Kara feels really out of her depths here, but she doesn’t move.

“Uh …” Cat is at a loss for words, clearly.

“You mean, that you’re dating a woman? Please,” Katherine makes a dismissive hand gesture that seems to be destined to no one in particular. “You never fooled anyone, Cat. Your father and I have known since the day you came home babbling about this special friend of your, Olivia was it?”

“Olivia? But I was … in highschool,” Cat says, eyes wide.

“Well, yes, and?” Katherine frowns again, as if Cat’s addition wasn’t relevant in any way.

“I didn’t … I didn’t even … know, back then!” Cat protests, looking really confused.

“You didn’t, but we did. Now, put on some clothes and join us for breakfast,” Katherine orders and she turns her gaze to Kara. “For God’s sake, put on some pants Kara! Then you’re welcome to join us, I would love to know more about my daughter’s girlfriend.”

After that, she closes the door and the sound of her heels fades away back to the kitchen.

For a moment, neither Cat or Kara speak.

They’re too stunned to even think about anything to say.

“What did just happen?” Kara eventually wonders out loud, breaking the strange quiet of the room.

“I have … no idea,” Cat replies, shocked.

“I think … as far as a coming out goes … this one should wins some kind of award,” Kara eventually chuckles, shaking her head and resuming her search for something to wear.

“What are you doing?” Cat asks.

“Uh … finding something to wear?” Kara replies, opening Cat’s wardrobe. “Your mother all but ordered me to put on some pants …”

“I like you better without your pants on,” Cat muses, voice low and seductive. It sends a shiver down Kara’s spine.

“Oh no no no. Don’t give me that look, Cat. Your parents are literally in the next room and I’ve already went through enough embarrassing time with them to last a lifetime,” Kara shakes her head and steps away from the bed, out of Cat’s reach. “Come on, get up, get dressed. We’re having breakfast with your parents.”

“Here’s a sentence I never thought I would hear coming from my girlfriend,” Cat smiles, eyes alight with joy and happiness, love.

“Something tells me we should get used to it, too,” Kara smiles back and moves closer to kiss Cat. “I love you, Cat Grant.”

“I love you too, Kara Danvers,” Cat whispers against Kara’s lips. “My idiot.” THE END

#Supercat #Kara x Cat #Lucy x Alex #Sentences prompt #I can't believe it's so long #Seriously #I'm exhausted #Supercat AU #Kara x Cat AU #University AU #Roommates AU #OMG THEY WERE ROOMMATES #I seriously used a whole bunch of clichés in there #Also re-used some good stuff like Kara being a soccer player #rated E

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Soulmates: Chapter XXX

(Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29)

The room was dark. Cat awoke to a dry throat, balm on her lips, and some faint surprise that she had awoken at all. The sense of surprise was incremental like a bruise in her conscience that pressed and announced the state of things; an ending meandering towards itself in its own good time.

It was coming undone now.

It was the hard to ignore feeling that Kara had brought her home here in dribbles over the months, by the canvas tote bag, until the hospital became somewhat hybrid because...there wasn’t a home to go back to at the end of this.

Silk pyjamas, curled on her side most days with little movement, in a different bed than her original room, Cat still had zero regrets—plenty of complaints. Not the change of scenery. This room was bigger and much more comfortable with real pillows and comforters that smelled like home, stayed smelling like home, vanilla and old books and a touch of essence, Kara laundered them with the right things—in just the right ways—despite it never being asked, not once.

The view beyond this window was better. Cat didn’t know it was possible. It looked over the lower side, at just the right angle, so she could see her building sprouting tall in the distance like a solitude creature in the skyline; her radiant, proud, towering life’s work.

In the world of treatment, timeframes and ordinate doctors, it was never a good sign when they pulled out stops. They ceased with incessant disapproval about the champagne; no side glances to the empty ice bucket, then the two giggling grown-ups indiscreetly discrete about it, with water marks on top of the ugly, dinged steel cabinet that had been hidden away beneath a patterned silk kimono to make it somewhat less ghastly. The doctors said nothing anymore. Things had gotten bad, all the paths ahead leading nowhere but champagne.

Cat saw it all for what it was and she did not mind.

The dog on sore knees and silver whiskers always found its good fortunes when the six cheeseburgers arrived for dinner after a long day of good, lovely things; Cat took the champagne, every drop, until her hands struggled somewhat, and then Kara proved most useful for that too.

Kara seemed to mind a great deal despite saying she didn’t mind at all.

Her refusal to leave seemed quite indicative. Against the adjacent wall there was a camping cot. Cat squinted and saw the huddled shape of a Kara-sized lump. Moonlight struck a distinct, bolting sheen of light through the cracked blinds. It fell across the blonde hair on the pillow as Kara laid turned to the wall. Cat saw the sleeping cot when she was awake in sporadic jaunts through the day, a distinct wrinkle in the made-up blankets, yet she had never seen Kara sleep much—if ever—at all.

Cat smiled and sincerely hoped that even through the hard times there were still lovely dreams for the foolish, optimistic, loyal Kara Danvers of the world. The girls who, despite crippling anxiety, run from their doldrum lives while shaking in their boots for what is waiting at the finish line. The ones with good hearts who say horrible things anyway. The people who, without merit or reward, stick it out until the very end.

She closed her eyes. Tiredness came with immediacy despite the good long sleep, which wasn’t anything new anymore. Laying there, she became aware of her body—the proximate parts of her skin. Her face. Her hands. Her lips. It was a comfort that Cat hadn't expected for the last stretch of her days, back when the news arrived last year, her mind immediately wandering, there while they talked prognosis, simultaneously not there, running through all sorts of sad notions.

This had never been considered. The clean, balmy tack of solid deodorant under her arms. Her face clean and moisturised—the full Korean programme—cleansed, swiped with toner, then serum and ampule, moisturised, then moisturised some more. She could tell from the slipperiness of the silk pants on her shins that her legs had been shaved too, which was silly, almost obsessive, and she rolled her eyes because it felt too much. Then it didn't feel silly. Cat sat with her thoughts, for the briefest moment, then hurried her mind elsewhere.

It got her throat a little tight otherwise.

Kara took it seriously.

Cat didn't need to ask some underpaid stranger to help her use the bathroom, that was the main thing, that had been the big fear. There was preservation to her dignity. A procedural silliness to it. Kara carrying her some days, dipping around the room, supporting her waist on others, joking about conga lines, but always hanging by the door for just a moment too long with something in her eyes.

“Yeah?” Cat glared the first time.

“Sometimes it takes looking at just the right woman, on just the right commode, to realise you do have a pee fetish after all—”

“Do you say that to all the girls?”

“Oh just the ones who get my name off their skin with a Bic lighter and some sense of determination for a better life. Shout if you need anything.” Kara always left it right there, on the line, precisely between silliness and respect.

The spritz of perfume. The little mirror set-up on the bed tray so she could check her lipstick. Things were coming undone, rapid and quickening. Catherine still felt entirely her own creature. She felt respected. She felt like a woman. She felt beautiful, human, and as though her life still had some good moments ahead too.

It wasn’t anything new.

Kara was consistent.

Cat closed her eyes and took herself for a brief waltz. She never used to sleep easy. She slept in this rare, sporadic and fraught way that dictated her understanding of how assistants should model themselves. Cat slept much easier now. It came to her as a form of escape; a prolonged dream of warm days, that she could pick up and put down, consistent and reliable; the mid-eighties, the first sports car she ever purchased—a boxy little thing with head lamps that came up mechanically from the hood when the engine started—and taut, tight twenty-something year old eyes in the rear-view mirror.

Good skin, great hair, and a silk navy blouse without tags in the collar anymore.

Her memories were worth reliving. The initial success of the magazine had brought a wave of correctness to her young, youthful life; there would be no more returns, no more tags, not ever, Catherine always knew what she wanted, always stood by it.

Plus it felt good spending money.

In her dreams it all came back to her, the early days, when money was a new thing and her attitude towards it was young, gauche and cavalier. Her life had gone from some humdrum, boring, cycling food menus back-and-forth to afford a Vanity Fair; into everything Catherine had ever dreamed overnight, with immediacy, all in the blink of an eye. Thirteen with ladylike ideas of herself one moment, twenty-three and put-together the next.

In her mid-twenties she lived very fine. A demitasse with her coffee in the morning. A caviar spoon—carved from precious mother of pearl with her name engraved along the handle—that coincidentally proved to be just the right size for a less than conservative blast of cocaine.

Catherine Grant never did think much of caviar.

In her dream, Cat dipped into an enormous bump with the Tiffany’s spoon, true to the old days as it had all once been, back when it was a procedural and professional thing to do; she drove, with the top down, men in suits with blowing ties in the passenger seats talking numbers for a local news network that she wanted to purchase.

It was the delicious, perfectly precise moment right at the very start of the CatCo expansion.

Cat rubbed her nose and didn’t care, not particularly knowing much about the mechanics of the business or what she was getting herself into, simply giddy and away with it all. It was a smash and grab way of living; an economic boom that had arrived precisely the same time she did, with skyscrapers sprouting up, stock prices up-ticking, Duran Duran and Pet Shop Boys, and it felt good to remember.

She wondered if that was what people had meant when they said life flashes before one’s eyes at the end. The best parts, the things that were worth remembering, they had come back to her in a loud, bright, and colourfully trumpeting hello; there were no hospice-shaped goodbyes, not in her nineteen-eighties.

Cat had never told Kara the majority of these things for her story spread. She regretted withholding some of the details. On some level, the messy things; the candour, the ruthless and cut-throat bad things she had done too would have made a much more exciting read.

One Kara wouldn't have enjoyed learning about.

Cat kept things abridged for the sake of her own image. Maybe just a bit to protect the little fool too—her little fool—who had come to believe in fairies and giants, and that Catherine Grant was somehow both of these things.

“Kara?” Cat murmured with her eyes still closed—aware time had moved.

“Mhm. I’m here. Are you ready for something to eat?”

There was a distinct pressure on her bed as though someone had sat down. Then a shift in weight, legs pulling up, until Cat felt someone laying beside her. She opened her eyes. It was daytime, bright and warm, Kara laying there in clean clothes and damp hair and a cheek settled against Cat’s ribs.

“I’m not hungry just yet.” Cat observed the distinct, persistent lack of hunger or thirst as a symptom of progress. “Is there a reason you’re laying all over me like some sort of remedial, drooling and rather overly personable puppy?”

“Because it’s a small bed and the best view of the television. Lena has a live broadcast interview airing this morning.” Kara nudged her to look at the photographs and exposition on screen, glancing up with the most tender and excited blue eyes. “I took her for lunch yesterday. She was so nervous about it but we practiced, and I think.” She didn’t seem so confidant. “Well. You know. I think…she’ll do great.”

“That bad, huh?”

“She forgot her name.”

“Ha!” Cat’s chest hurt from the push of her lungs. “She is terrible in front of cameras. The worst social anxiety. Enjoy the rest of your forever, kiddo.”

“Hush,” Kara said, the silly mood detectable, slinging an arm over Cat’s waist absentmindedly. “I still love that boy, Daddy, think I might just go ahead and be his wife one day.” She joked and parroted the hammy, transatlantic accent in all of the old classic films she had been forced to watch over the last few weeks.

“Alright. You don’t like Turner Classic Movies. We can watch other things if you’re going to be fucking petulant.”

“Not true.” Kara gawked, her brow furrowing. “Why do you think I put them on?”

Cat smiled, not saying anything, trying very hard not to think too much about anything, just watching the television as it all went by, and the interview carried alright enough.

Lena remembered her name.

Surprisingly, she even remembered Kara’s too.

Now the world knew Lena Luthor had found love again and Kara Danvers, soon to be Luthor, would be wearing white in the spring.

“What colour do you think I should wear for your wedding?” Cat felt a certain sudden possession on her soul. Aware she wasn’t going to make the day, just not quite ready yet. “I think floral, maybe something with a little colour?” she whispered.

Kara didn’t say anything for a moment, she laid there, cheek to her ribs, arm slung like a seat belt, thinking about it or holding in her tears, but Cat had grown somewhat expert in not thinking about things, and so she didn’t think about it.

“Navy blue,” Kara quietly replied, an absolute certainty in the rasp of her voice. “You should wear that navy silk blouse, and the matching-coloured pants. I would like that. Will you sit close to the front?”

The smoke struck and the sting grew tense.

“Well, I am Catherine Grant”—she said the line often, it was different this time, meant something very different altogether—“I should be as close to the front as possible.”

It was Kara who cried first, which felt more of a surprise than it should have been. Cat had not seen any tears, for months, for this whole thing, not since the argument on the doorstep.

It had been a good thing.

Cat didn’t like mess.

Yet there Kara finally was, a little contained mess, and Cat felt a warmth flood her heart at the sight of these little stinging tears and the corner of her blanket suddenly repurposed as a hanky.

“It’s okay.” The whimpers on her ribs huffed in breaths that tickled. “We’re going to have so much fun at your wedding. You’ll see. But, you know, I don’t think I’ll be drinking on the day.” Cat wasn’t very good at joking but she kept her tone as bouncy and light as she could. “Will you have two glasses when they get you dressed in the morning? One for you, one for me?”

“You’re the meanest woman I ever met and I want you there on my wedding day.” Kara grabbed a slender wrist and brought it around herself. Cat didn’t know what to do, but she allowed herself to be turned into a seat belt, quite determined to keep the little girl safe for now. “It’s supposed to be you and me. On my wedding day. And I…” Cat grew tense. “I’m getting dressed in the morning and I don’t know what to do, what shoes to wear, feeling ugly and awkward, because I always feel ugly and awkward. But you would be there. You would do the thing you do.”

“The thing I do?”

Kara inhaled and seemed to decide if she couldn’t have the real thing, they would just have to make a wedding day, here and now; put it in her heart and tuck it away for later.

“You grab my shoulders and do the awful mean thing you do with words—but in the Catherine Grant way—that puts everything into perspective.” Kara nuzzled with the saddest smile one woman could possess. “And we look in the mirror together at my wedding dress. It’s not me and my mom. Or, me and my sister. It’s supposed to be you and me—” The tears marched in and they didn’t stop this time. “And I get to see myself different because you fixed whatever thing I didn’t realise needed fixing, something only you could fix, and suddenly I get to feel beautiful and attractive and put-together and ready for it all, like I can go and marry Lena Luthor, because you are there.”

Cat nodded and smiled.

“It’ll be your glasses and your earrings.” Cat moved some hair off her face with gentle fingers. “Take your glasses off and make sure your earrings match either the bouquet or your eyes. And, in God’s name, whatever you do please don’t release doves. It’s tacky and gross—”

“You’re the most hateful person I know.”

“You’re the most irritating, foolish and blindly-optimistic woman I have ever had the displeasure of tolerating an elevator ride with much less the final months of my life.” Cat rolled her eyes, then dramatically softened her tone. “And I want to be there on your wedding day too, Kara, very much, so for now I’m saying that I am going to be there.”

“You’re going to be there.” Kara understood what was being asked of her. “Cat?”

“Mhm.”

“I figured it out—by the way.”

“The thing you said you had originally figured out for your article?”

“Mhm.” Kara nodded. “The thing I was trying to…capture.”

“My forties?”

“Your scar.”

“No.” Cat felt angry. “We agreed. I understand it’s your story too. I understand it’s a big request—but it’s one you agreed too. I do not want reporters making insinuations or asking Lena for the rest of her life whether there was a rift between us after she proposed to ‘my soulmate’ while I was dying of cancer. Does that sound like a fluffy, nice portrait piece for either of you?”

“Cat.” Kara pushed up on her arms. Cat glanced, noticed the tautness, the biceps, the blonde hair sitting crooked in her blue eyes. “You said you didn’t want an obituary and I don’t want to write it. You were right, with what you said, and I want to put that perspective in the story. Most of all because I am selfish and it…keeps you alive, forever, beyond always.”

“I’m always right, be specific.”

“Soulmates.” Kara had this emphatic look in her eyes. “It’s bullshit. It’s…” Kara paused. “I think it’s not the universe designing perfect marriages. You could have more than one perfect marriage, or more than one great love. Look at Lena. I met other people too. I even met a woman once who loved two boys, both called Harry, and I think she preferred the wrong one more.” Kara’s eyes flickered and brought thoughts together into words.

Cat grinned too big for her cheeks.

“Two boys called Harry?”

“The first one tattooed her name on his arm just so she would talk to him,” Kara whispered, astounded and romanticising new things. “Isn’t that the most beautiful little thing you ever heard?”

“Maybe.” Cat nodded. “So, hurry it along. If it’s not romance—then what?”

A slow smile, a deep inhale, the optimist blinked slowly and looked like a scared little girl who needed to believe her own dreamy outlook.

“I think it’s a buddy-system.” Kara propped her chin on her hand and stared off. “I think we come from star dust, on some great adventure, some big school bus trip down to earth, and that’s your person—your unconditional person—on your birthmark.” Kara adjusted her weight, lifted the hem of her shirt and trailed a finger over something that had once been important. “It’s not romance. It’s not even love sometimes. It’s the person who understands how to care for you in the right ways in the exact moment you need it. And you, ballsy and knowing everything, decided you weren't in the business of taking care of people.” Her expression exaggerated as though it were enough explanation.

It wasn’t.

Cat didn’t understand Kara’s point.

“Sorry if it still gives you a boo-boo in your feelings?”

“It doesn’t.” Kara scoffed, impressed by it this time. “You were only nineteen years old, and you knew, despite all of human history and the entire world insisting you...force yourself into the idea of marriage?” Kara smiled. “In your very Catherine Grant way—you set your eyes on bigger things. You did it all for yourself. You were selfish, and you were better off for it, you had the biggest life and chased all your dreams. I think…” Kara inhaled. “I think people should fall in love more, with different people, different things, for different reasons at different points in their life. Not just take the safe bet or the road mapped out for them. I think you are my buddy-up person. I think I’m yours. We found each other to take care of right when we both needed a little help, and that?” There was a forced calmness in her tight throat. “That is a happy ending, it's our happy ending, because nobody in my life has ever got it quite so right as helping me grow the way you have, Catherine.”

Cat didn’t say anything.

It struck her funny.

It struck her right in the heart.

“You sound like you have found your story.” Cat pushed a smile. “I don’t think I was ever wife material. I think, probably, I made a much better…” She sighed and didn’t know what to say. “I liked listening to your perspective, but I don’t think I’m much of a buddy either.”

“Just my person then.” Kara patted her hand, teeth on the rim of her lip as she staved off the tears. “A person I probably would have married if I had been born thirty-years earlier.” She tilted her head and left it at that.

“Mhm. Well, let’s just get you to the alter of your actual wedding.”

“She is going to be quite the bride,” Kara grinned.

“Kara?”

“Mhm.”

Here it was, Cat realised.

“You’ll be a good girl won’t you?”

“For Lena?” Kara softened. “I’ll eat healthy and take care of myself just so I outlive her, yeah. I think she’s earned that much.”

“No, no.” Cat shook her head and—for the first time in her life—felt stupid. “Just, in general. You’ll be a good girl, and find all those different things to fall in love with, and never lose your optimism and keep trying to do good things for people?”

“Like you do?” Kara gave her the sarcastic look.

“Fuck off.”

“Mhm.” Kara smiled sweetly and pecked the back of Cat’s hand with a chaste kiss. “Will you be a good girl? You’ll get home safe—wherever it is we’re all going in the end. Tell everyone I said hello?”

“Good girl? I’m fifty.”

“Still a pretty little girl to me.” Kara was not joking and her expression said as much too.

That did it.

Cat felt those words puncture through her soul.

“Thank you.” Cat stroked Kara’s hair. “Really. For everything, for coming around, but for that too. I can’t even remember the last time somebody dared to speak to me like that.”

“Well, you are a pretty little girl,” Kara murmured as she settled a cheek back on her belly. “You should consider yourself lucky. If I had been born thirty years earlier? Your life would have looked a lot different. I could have married a pretty little girl like that.”

“Nah,” Cat said with a shake of her head. “I'm selfish, Kara, not made for taking care of others—never was made that way.”

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