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Kara’s heart was racing as she stepped out of the elevator. She *knew* something was wrong when Lena sent her a single, clipped text message:
Come now. Need to talk.
The elevator opened directly into Lena’s penthouse, into her elegant, minimalist foyer. The room was dark, as was the rest of the penthouse, except for the light of a single candle. Lena sat on the expansive sofa in her living room, a box resting on her lap. Kara didn’t need to use her x-ray vision to know that it was lined with lead. Her heart sank.
“Come in,” said Lena.
Kara walked inside, waiting at a respectful distance. Lena was beautiful in candlelight, her hair so dark it dark it could drink midnight under the table, eyes sparing like chips of emerald and sapphire, chipped with gold. The light caressed her sharp jawline and made her expression severe and smoldering at the same time.
Kara had fantasies like this. Most of them involved more candlelight and more pale skin.
“I know what you are,” said Lena.
Kara’s heart skipped. She fumbled with her hands.
“You can drop the aw shucks, I’m a farm girl from Vaguely Canada routine, Supergirl.”
Kara’s heart dropped through her stomach.
“I can explain,” she began. “If you give me a chance. Lena, please, I’m your best friend.”
Lena’s eyes hardened. Very softly she said, “am I?”
“How did you find out?”
Lena reached over to her side table, swirled a glass of wine, and took a sip.
“Lex told me. After I killed him. For you.”
Kara swallowed, and took a step forward. “Oh my God. Lena, what happened? What did he do?”
“Stop,” said Lena. “No closer.”
Kara stopped, her chest tightening, tears starting to well in her eyes.
Lena looked down, then up.
“He was going to kill you, and I couldn’t let that happen, because I thought I was in love with you. Before I knew what you are.”
The words hit Kara harder than anything she’d felt before, punching through her heart like the Kryptonite stake that was probably resting in that box. No, it wasn’t possible. She’s been so careful, Kal has been so careful.
“Lex had proof, but I didn’t trust it. I had to find corroboration. That’s why I talked you into taking me to the Fortress, so I could download the records I needed and examine them.”
Kara swallowed. “I would have given you what you wanted if you’d asked.”
“No, you wouldn’t, because you cover your tracks. You tell everyone that your powers come from the sun, but you’re lying.”
Kara wrung her hands, looking out at the moon. It hung full, heavy and huge in the National City sky.
“Not exactly. We have our powers here because Sol affects us differently. It doesn’t…”
“It doesn’t destroy Kryptonian vampires like you and your cousin,” Lena finished. “It doesn’t weaken your powers in sunlight or burn your skin, so you have nothing to fear here but Kryptonite.”
Kara licked her lips, feeling her fangs aching in her gums as they often did when Lena Luthor was in the room.
“Have you ever fed on me? I know about the other powers, Kara. The ones you and your cousin haven’t told everyone one about. Like modifying memories.”
Kara started. “What? No. I don’t feed directly on humans. When I was younger, my human family took turns giving me a unit of whole blood a month. That’s all I need. We don’t need as much on Earth. I’ve never bitten anyone on Earth. Kal-El trained me not to when I arrived here. Lena, I promise, I’m not some kind of predator.”
Kara edged closer, and Lena put her hand on the box. Kara froze.
“Liar.”
“Lena, please.”
“Your cousin has been feeding on Lois Lane for years. Lex had proof. Very thorough proof. He’s not as slick as he thinks, your Clark.”
Kara looked down.
“It was her choice. It’s tradition for my people. When one of us falls in love, we…”
“What, start seeing your ‘lover’ as a glorified bag of cheeze-its?”
Kara shifted on her feet. “No, we turn them. Clark is going to turn her after they marry. She’ll be like us.”
Lena’s gaze bored into her.
“I had to know, and now I do.”
“Lena, I would never hurt you, or feed on you against your will. I never feed on anyone against their will.”
“You’re lying.”
“Lena.”
“Lex had proof of that, too,” said Lena. “You do feed. On criminals, on people you think won’t be missed, and on James.”
“James was willing,” said Kara. “The others… it hurts, Lena. Clark’s path is hard. Too hard. I’m not perfect. You can’t imagine what the thirst is like. It’s like a hot railroad spike in my gut. I need it.”
“I thought about this for a long time,” said Lena. “I had to look you in the eye and hear it from you. I didn’t know what to do. You feed on people’s blood, but the city… the world needs Supergirl. So what do I do?”
“You don’t have to do anything,” said Kara. “I can just go, or… I don’t want to go, Lena. I know you’re upset, I know you’re mad, but you asked me here for a reason. I know you want to give me a chance. What we have, our friendship, it’s bigger than this. It can survive this. I want it to.”
Lena sighed. “Kara, I killed my brother for you, in cold blood.”
Kara swallowed. “I know. I know you loved him. I’m so sorry. I wish I could have helped you somehow. Maybe if I’d told you my identity earlier, we could have saved him.”
Lena opened the box.
Kara jolted back, expecting sickly pustulant light to sear the flesh from her bones, but there was no Kryptonite in the box.
Instead there was a pair of silvery bracelets, resting on black velvet.
“I had to make sure you couldn’t see inside,” said Lena. “No peeking.”
Kara swallowed, hard. “Those are binding bracelets. Do you know what those are for?”
Lena nodded slowly.
“You can come closer now. Sit.”
Kara stepped around the coffee table and sat primly near Lena, at a respectful distance, hands folded in her lap.
Lena leaned back against the arm rest and pulled her inky black hair back from her neck, tilting her chin back. Offering.
Kara could smell her, the scent exploding in her nostrils. She could feel Lena’s pulse and her own began to throb in time with it, the aching in her gums exceeded by the pleasant ache between her legs.
“What are you doing?” Kara murmured.
“Offering.”
“Why?”
Lena reached out and caressed her bare foot along Kara’s calf. Kara couldn’t help it. Her fangs popped out against her will for the first time in ages.
“Does it feel good for Lois? When he feeds on her?”
“So I’m told. Our fangs secret a mild neurotoxin that has some pleasant effects.”
“How long have you been thinking about tasting me?”
Kara shuddered. “It’s not like that. You’re my best friend.”
Lena rolled her eyes. “You know, I used to think you were just oblivious, or very, very closeted. Now I get it.”
“Lena,” Kara said, more urgently.
Lena’s foot slid higher up Kara’s leg. “It must be hard holding back all that hunger. Surrounded by food you can never taste. Is that why you’re always stuffing yourself with potstickers? You’d rather be eating me?”
Kara swallowed, hard.
“Maybe. Yes.”
“I’m right here.”
“I won’t. Not unless you say it, Lena. Not unless you offer it. Explicitly.”
“Kara, do it. Take me.”
Kara lunged across the sofa, pulling Lena to her so she lay flat on the cushions, and drove her fangs into Lena’s throat as she ground her thigh between Lena’s legs. She knew what Lena planned and she didn’t care.
Lena yelped in pain from the puncture wounds, but her cry quickly melted into a pleasurable moan as she writhed beneath Kara, driving her nails into Kara’s back.
Kara drank slowly, gently, taking only a trickle and feeling Lena’s pulse in her throat. She’d wanted this for so long, she started to weep from the sheer release of it, tears streaming down her cheeks. Lena’s blood sang with magic, the taste of her more intense than the most exotic spices, more flavorful than the sweetest wine. It was better than sex, although now that she had Lena’s blood on her tongue, she was hoping that was on the menu, too.
She heard the click and felt the cold metal close around her wrist and sighed.
“So that’s your solution,” Kara whispered.
“Lex couldn’t make it work,” said Lena. “I always loved how much it pissed him off that his bastard sister has magic and he doesn’t.”
Lena closed the other bonding bracelet around her own wrist, and Kara instantly felt the weight of the connection, the power in it, and knew she was helpless. She didn’t care.
“Kneel,” said Lena.
Kara slid off of Lena and onto her knees, head bowed.
“There,” said Lena. “Now I know. I know the world gets to keep Supergirl and I know you’re not a threat.”
“I knew what you were going to do,” said Kara. “I let you. If this is what you need to trust me, I’m okay with it.”
Lena took Kara’s chin in her fingers and tilted her head up, leaning forward to meet her gaze.
“I could do whatever I want with you now. With a Kryptonian vampire under my control, I could rule the world.”
“You could,” Kara whispered. “You can make me do it whatever you please. You never needed magic for that. I would do it willingly.”
“I know,” said Lena, “but this is going to be a lot of fun.”
“I was a little worried you’d tell me never to see you again,” said Kara. “Or you’d demand I turn you.”
Lena laughed. “Darling, do you have any idea how much power I’d have to give up to become a vampire?”
Lena ran a hand down Kara’s arm, squeezing her bicep.
“Now, carry me to the bedroom and let’s see what you can do.”
Kara didn’t need to be ordered to do that.
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Prompt: “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Hey.” Lena sighed in a warm greeting, making Kara believe for a fraction of a second that she could feel Lena’s breath on her cheek through the phone’s tiny speaker.
“Hey.” Kara echoed back, cheeks blushing at how eager her own voice sounded in response.
“Good night?” Lena drawled knowingly.
“Great night.” Kara corrected.
“Oh?” Lena perked up, “Up to anything interesting?”
Kara could barely contain the joyous grin that took over her face as she settled more comfortably against her bed's pillows.
“Just a date.” Kara replied, playing coy and indifferent (rather poorly).
“Just?” Lena repeated. “Implies it wasn’t that great if it was prefaced with a just.”
“Well, it was only a first date, still feeling things out, you know?”
“Hmm… that can take time. Definitely don’t want to rush your judgement.” Lena hummed in agreement. “So… are you going to share any details? I’m hoping you didn’t phone your best friend after midnight to tell me about just any old date.”
“I never said any old date.” Kara defended.
“But you did say just…” Lena teased, sotto voce.
“I.. I- I-…” Kara spluttered in defeat, earning her an affectionate chuckle, bolstering her spirit and soothing decades-old hurts. “It was just a date in the same way that you're just my best friend. It was just a date in the same way people say just another love story, just another war, just another a day. It was a ‘just’ used when the task of trying to appropriately define it is so insurmountable that cowards like me sprint in the other direction rather than even make an attempt.”
The silence that followed was made all the more agonising since Lena’s heartbeat was so far away, across the city, not suitably amplified by the phone’s speaker.
“Sounds like one hell of a date.” Lena finally exhaled, voice noticeably cracking with emotion.
“More like heaven than hell.” Kara breathed, her bared soul settling calmly back into its shell after being exposed.
“I should hope so, it was a long time in the making.” Lena acknowledged.
“I would have waited longer. I would have waited forever.” Kara promised.
“I know.” Lena whispered.
“She took me to the art gallery to see the exhibit on Impressionism.” Kara revealed, easing them back into their game.
“The one you’ve been talking about for weeks?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Clearly a very lucky guess on her part.” Lena remarked drolly.
“Clearly.” Kara laughed.
“Let me guess,” Lena said, slow and thoughtful, “considering she defaulted to an intellectual date at an art gallery… for dinner, she took you to an upmarket restaurant where all the waiters are required to have sticks up their asses?”
“Leeeennnnaaa…” Kara whined, burying her face against her cool pillow in exasperation.
“Am I wrong?” Lena inquired curiously.
“Very!” Kara huffed.
“Oh?”
“She took me to a food festival, we had sushi, tacos, burritos, overloaded hot dogs, calzone, then crepes, profiteroles, fancy donuts and…” Kara let out a deep, appreciative moan. “It was so good, Lena.”
There was an audible gulp on the other end of the line. “Yeah… sounds it.”
“And then after…” Kara continued softly, “after we walked around the city, hand in hand, talking the night away, she walked me to my door and…”
“And?” Lena prompted.
Kara’s eyes slipped closed, reliving the moment where pale fingers brushed her cheek and green eyes disappeared behind closed lids prior to the softest press of lips against her own.
“A Kryptonian doesn’t kiss and tell.” Kara hummed.
“Tease.” Lena clucked her tongue.
“I’m the tease?! Need I remind you of a certain skirt and turtleneck sweater?”
There was a long pause, “I concede your point.”
“Hey, Lena?” Kara said after Lena let out a yawn.
“Kara?” Lena replied, voice starting to slur with sleepiness
“I don’t think I can sleep.”
“Why not?” Lena asked immediately, alertness coming back - triggered with concern about nightmares that had gone silent in the last couple of months.
“Because I can‘t stop thinking about you.” Kara answered breathlessly. “I’m scared that if I close my eyes and fall asleep, I’ll wake up and find out tonight was all a dream. A perfect dream.”
“Kara,” Lena began, tone firm and determined as she ordered (knowing it would be followed instantly), “fly to me. Fly to me and sleep safely in my arms.”
Kara was up and out the window in less than a heartbeat, and landing softly beside Lena two heartbeats later. Lena reached out for her, pulling her close and kissing her cheek, forehead and lips - grounding Kara with touch and love like only she could.
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Justice Lords AU Jon/Damian Drabble
Lord! Jon / The Demon’s Head! Damian
Prompt: Faked Relationships + Arranged Marriage
So a friend give me this prompt and urged me to write this. Started as a drabble then some how ends in a short fic.
Might post the whole thing on AO3 once finished. It’s a pure fluff crack fic. If I can write romance comedy in Superlords AU I can do anything.
+Based on JLU animation setting. I refuse to acknowledge the comic sequel in JL beyond
Enjoy!
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“I need you to marry me.”
By this, the Kryptonian nearly toppled and fell from where he was floating in midair, if that was something could be done.
“What?!” he squeaked, absolutely dumbfounded.
“Well, not marry me, to be exact,” the Demon’s Head waved a hand in a very much dismissive way, as if they were just talking about weather, “An engagement, more like it.”
Gawking, the young lord Jon-El, son of the supreme Lord Superman, watched his best friend, former mentor and the current leader of League of Assassins, Damian al Ghul, with sheer amount of disbelief.
He had known there was something in Damian’s mind the second he dropped by in the courtyard of Narda Parbat base, as his friend had not even complained when being pulled into a suffocatingly tight embrace, rather been eyeing him with a wistful silence - which was why Jon had offered a short flight, and ended it by stopping at their favorite spot on the mountainside, for a sparring session or whatever Damian felt like.
He had not expect that ‘something’ to be this, however.
“Where did that even come from?” Jon furrowed incredulously, hovering closer to the older male.
Damian’s lips pressed into a thin line, the corners of his mouth slightly tilted down in dismay. Jon noticed that he was putting on his I-have-a-favor-to-ask-but-I’m-the-Demon’s-Head-so-I-only-order-people-around face.“Mother has been pestering me with the topic of marriage and suitable consorts, again, lately.”
Jon blinked. Sometimes he really couldn’t understand what was with Talia’s temporary obsession about her son’s non-exist marital status, considering herself had never married, at least not formally, but - “Oh, okay, it’s not something hard to solve though. I can just —”
“You’re not going to kill another daughter or son of some significant political figure just because I said ‘they annoyed me so’, or lobotomize them,” Damian cut off curtly, voice cold and harsh, “Mother was quite upset the last time you’ve done this. We’ve spent months to neutralize the consequences, and I don’t think your father appreciated it very much either.”
“Dad doesn’t appreciate a lot of things.”
Damian sighed, ignoring his quip. “And you’re not going to kill mother,” he paused, before adding another warning, “As well as your father. We’ve been over this before.”
Jon deflated, then pouted like spoiled child. “Fine. It’s not like I hate aunt Tal, you know, just the option’s open at anytime.”
“Yes, Jon, I have no doubts that you’d do anything for me,” said Damian dryly, arm crossed, with barely a nick of sarcasm, “Which is why pretending to be my betrothal should at least be one of them.”
It was true, and they both knew it by hearts. The young Kryptonian would do literally everything and anything in his power, or die tried beyond his power to fulfill what Damian al Ghul had wished for; whether it was a country, the world, or stars and moon – he would bring them all down and offered before the Demon’s Head’s throne, with simply a word rolling off the other man’s tongue.
But it did not mean he would waste a chance to haggle.
“Um, yep. I just can’t figure out how and when did I come into the scheme.”
Damian’s shoulder tensed, yet eased down within seconds once more, and begrudgingly he started, “Well, in hope of ending this kind of conversations once and for all, I’ve may or may not told mother that I’m already betrothed to someone on my own behalf.”
Dead silence suddenly hanged down between the two of them, until Jon spoke softly, in the end.
“Dami, it hurt me to say this, but sometimes you’re really stupid,” he said in the most earnest and genuine voice.
The Demon’s Head resumed talking without a comment, only tapped one finger on the hilt of the Kryptonite dagger, sheathed at the side of his belt, displaying a clear attitude. “And I would like to make sure we’re both aware of the... detailed information about this relationship, since we’ll finally inform mother our engagement at dinner tonight, and she might have the curiosity for further inquiries.”
“Right. Sure, even though I still haven’t agreed on a single part here, but go on.” Jon chirped in a deliberately sickening sweet tone.
This earned him a threatening glare, which Jon blew out a raspberry in return, then floated even higher. Damian could not actually be angry with him when nothing had happened, moreover, when he was the one who had a favor to ask. True to the belief, his sole response was a familiar tutting sound, and the emerald eyes moved away to gaze at the mountains afar. After another minute of peaceful quietness, Damian eventually spoke and dropping the bombshell. “For your reference, we’ve been secretly engaged for several years by now.”
“Whoa, we have?”
Without batting an eye, Damian continued in an uncannily even and nonchalant tone. “To be more specific, we had confessed and exchanged our vows when you were nineteen. The year you paid a visit when I was in Europe, and we spent the summer together.”
“Oh Rao I can’t believe I’m hearing this,” Jon muttered under his breath. Just then he stilled, eyes widened, head perked up, and a dawning realization struck like a lighting, “Wait, is that one time you almost fell off from the Eiffel Tower?”
“Yes, that one time you almost dropped me off from the Eiffel Tower,” Damian spat, “But also no, it should be later, in Greece.”
“Parthenon?”
“Parthenon.”
“Was it before or after the accident that we nearly set it on fire? You know, together, by mistake, and somehow my fault was not in the larger proportion there.”
At last, the unwavering mask of indifference was cracked by the recollection of that particular incident. Damian winced. He opened his mouth while in search of a comeback, or any evidence for correction in details. There was none, and the only option he left was grunting like an ill-tempered cat.
“After that, possibly,” he mumbled through gritted teeth.
“Must be quite romantic then, I can imagine,” said the young lord in a sing-song voice, beaming with satisfaction.
Damian huffed with a sneer inside. “Indeed, everything seems extremely romantic after being at each other’s throat in a literal manner for the past thirty minutes.”
“I didn’t start that. I was just messing around with you.”
“If by ‘messing around’ you mean as ‘practicing homicide’.”
“Well it’s not me who thought it was a great idea to—” he feigned a surprised yelp when being suddenly dragged down by his cape. Did Jon see that coming? Of course. Could he dodge it? No problem. He could even stay still like a solid concrete and start a tug-of-war in air, but then Damian’s embarrassment might turn into true enragement. Thus he chose to offer the cheekiest smile to those blazing green eyes, now on horizontal level with and an inch too close, “’right, sorry, please do continue.”
Those eyes scrutinized his face for a while longer, before Damian’s own expression softened. He loosened the grip, yet refrained from completely let go of the silky white fabric, still holding it gently between his fingers. Following the subtle cue, Jon set feet to the ground and straightened up a little, as though being anchored by the hand that pulled him down.
“That makes the anniversary of our engagement on the 23rd of July,” and so Damian returned to the previous topic while thoroughly disregarding the small interlude, “Which is why we generally spent summer together since then.”
“Is it? Wait, we’re not actually engaged in the past few years, right? Are we?” Damian just stared at him, unimpressed by the display of idiocy.
“I assure you, we aren’t,” he then released the cape, “However, half a truth often makes up a great lie, and it works perfectly in this case.”
“And I thought we pretty much spent every summer together.”
“We didn’t. Not since you went back with your father when you were twelve,” Jon grimaced at that reminder, “Truthfully, I never know what’s your excuse whenever you disappeared for at least a whole month.”
The Kryptonian snorted.
“Dad doesn’t really care about what I’m doing as long as I’m not wrecking havoc to worsen his migranine. That is, since the whole Elite incident years ago,” he then paused for a few hesitant seconds. Jon-El slightly tilted head to met with the other’s eyes, as he was levitating on tip-toes in subconscious once again, “I have no quarrel with pretending to be your ‘betrothal’ or whatever, D, though clearly it’s one of your dumbest idea. But hey! Sounds fun! And the story totally sells, on some levels. Just you know nothing’s gonna be merely ‘fake boyfriend’ trope when it comes to our families, right?”
“Might as well,” Damian hummed, and he dared to start the explanation shamelessly under his friend’s now confused gaze, “It’s obvious that the Justice Lords are reconsidering their current partnership with the League and Leviathan. I doubt mother is too happy about some ‘trivial disagreements’ in recent as well, and I don’t always see eye to eye with people on either side.”
Jon stared at him. Damian stared back. The pregnant silence stretched longer this time, until Jon gasped loudly, eyes wide with disbelief. He dashed so high up into the air before dived down again in an instant.
Damian cursed in Arabic while busily trying to dust off the snow now covering his hair and robe, caused by the rapid gush of wind. Jon paid him no mind.
“Wow. Okay. Hold on. I can’t believe you’ve just talked me into a political marriage,” he half-shrieked, half-spluttered into the other’s ears, “Is this actually your mom’s idea? Am I in the ‘suitable consorts’ list?! Didn’t aunt Tal remark on how I’m never going to be a ‘passable husband material’ last month when I told that story about Beacon?”
“I’m pretty sure she still holds the same opinion,” Damian grumbled with a wince on his face. He pushed him away for a little, in sake of the eardrums, “Look, it’s not like the wedding will happen anytime soon. We’re just going to make the contract part official.”
“Ugh,” Jon pulled a face, “Why? Why’re you doing this to me? You know how much I hate those political stuff and formal occasions, and I hate to start anything that’s closer to a serious conversation with dad or the other lords. Why? Did I do something wrong? Are you still mad about that research station I had accidentally blown off? Or is it because I refused to help you sneak into the Fortress last time? You know you’ve already been there plenty of times!”
A muscle jumped on the Demon’s jaw when a certain event was mentioned, yet the only reaction he let out in the end was a sigh. “I’m still mad about that research station you had accidentally blown off, but that’s not the reason.”
“And it’s not mother’s idea, either. To be honest, I don’t think she’ll be rejoiced to hear this arrangement. Doubtlessly she has other plans in mind,” reluctant as he was, seeing Jon was still watching him skeptically, Damian could only supplied with another confession, “If that makes you feel better, I didn’t consider much when the ‘secretly bethrothed’ thing blurted out. I’m merely turning an impulsive mistake into a tactical strategy.”
“And you think your mom’s gonna agree with this? Since now it’s clear that I’m not an optional son-in-law in her ‘mother’s choice’ edition.”
“That is, exactly the cause behind our romantic backstory. I know this sounds unreal, but given the past record of herself, mother actually has a soft spot when it comes to the heart’s cause,” for a second, Damian looked like he wanted to avert his gaze to elsewhere and took aback everything had happened. He continued nonetheless, “I have to admit, considering the talk of marriage will eventually come up sooner or later, it’s much better to know that we’re in this together.”
The young lord did not respond. He remained completely still, the tip of his shoes left shallow grazes on the snow since he was hovering a few inches apart from the ground. The only sound he made was the sound of the pale white cape billowing in wind.
Jon-El snapped out from whatever outer body experience he was going through when Damian gently laid a hand on to his shoulder. He looked down at the hand, then back to Damian’s face, back upon at the hand on his shoulder again, and abruptly retreated a huge step back. The sky blue eyes flared a tint of red for a fleeting moment, as he sent Damian a menacing look right before he took lift with a sonic boom. It was a “just-watch-me-leave-you-here-and-try-to find-a-way-down-on-your-own” look, which the al Ghul was entirely capable of, since he was nine. However, Damian knew better than wasting energy unnessarily on a self-solved problem.
He yawned, counting seconds in mind while watching the shadowcasts of cloud flowing through the rugged silhouette of the mountains.
It took around two minutes and fourty-seven seconds for that monotone and crimson blur to reappear in the edge of his sight. Jon soared back and landed in front of him, raven black hair in a wind-blown state, with a light frown on his face, and the rest was unreadable. He puffed, finally, shoulder slumped in compromise.
“Alright. Fine. But you better give me a very nice ring.”
“That can be arranged.” Damian smiled smugly, which replied by another eye-rolling.
“Dad’s gonna be so pissed, and aunt Kara too. Kon’ll probably find this overly hilarious,” Jon murmured. Unsurprisingly, that grumpy pout gradually dissipated through the muttering, instead a wicked grin starting to spread on his face, “Oh such delight, I can’t wait for this month’s family dinner. If I’m going to suffer, I’d better turn this into everyone else’s problem.”
“You’re a menace.” Damian scoffed, yet the fondness overweighted mockery in it.
Without a warning, Jon lunged forward, two steel-strong arms choked the other in a too tight hug. Damian’s hands almost instinctly flied to the hilt of the sword, only Jon had slackened the clutch too quick. He twirled his position to spoon Damian from behind, still floating aloft, and rest his chin on the center of the hair whorl. Damian growled, but did not try any effort to push him off.
“Still can’t believe you’re making me do this,” Jon complained aloud, “You owed me an Apokolips-scaled favor now, which means you’re forbid to get mad at me from now on.”
“I think that’s still in need for further negotiation,” Damian commented in a deadpan tone.
“Have you already prepared a prenuptial agreement?”
“Hmm.”
“What kind of answer is that?” Jon pinched his friend and soon-to-be betrothal on cheek (without really using any strength, of course). Damian grunted and let it be, but caught his wrist at the second attempt.
“I’m afraid your halcyon days are over, Lord Jon-El. Welcome to my life and put responsibility into your dictionary,” mocked by the Demon’s Head.
To this, Jon sighed exasperately and tightened his hold before Damian’s chest, then nuzzled even closer. Both of them were well past the point to be bothered by this cold, but warmth was always welcomed.
“Hate you,” said Jon, voice a little too cheerul.
“Hate you more,” replied Damian, a barely contained laugh in tone.
-END/TBC-
Other background settings on this AU:
So Superman and Lois are still Jon’s biological parents in this setting, but only on genetic level. Lord! Superman had tried everything in hope to make Lois stay with him back then, so he used Kryptonian technology to create a child from his lab, using his and modified Lois’ gene (probably from blood samples or sth.) and take the baby to meet Lois.
My impression to Lois is that she would likely to wait for a chanse to strike back rather than commit suicide when there’s no way out. She then took care of Jon in those imprisoned years, until Jon fell gravely ill due to his unstable DNA and Lord Superman took him to somewhere else for treatment, and Lois had finally escaped in that period of time.
After Lois’ escapement, among other situations, Kal-El was busy with his work and didn’t have the will to raise the child, therefore send him to LoA through Lord Batman’s introduction. Jon was 5-6 yro back then, he and Damian were still 3 yrs apart in this AU.
Talia had informed Batman about their child a lot ealier in this setting, and Damian was basically always raised in the League. Jon went back with his father reluctantly when he was 12. Their relationship was strange and distant rather than tensed. Kal-El sort of viewed this child as the final reminiscence of Lois, while Jon just, honestly didn’t care(...) On the other hand, although Lord Superman might have not too many moral compass, he valued his rules, but Jon’s just pure chaotic, didn’t really care abt anything whatsoever unless it involved Damian.
Lois was now in an anti-Lords organisation. Jon called her Ms. Lane and paid visit to chat occassionally, and constantly mocking his father’s pathetic love life.
Ra’s died or couldn’t use pit to regenerate anymore at somepoint, then Damian became the Demon’s Head.
#jondami#damijon#jon kent#damian wayne#jonathan kent#super sons#talia al ghul#justice lords#justice lord#superlord#superlords#DCU#fanfic#damian al ghul
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Your sweet disposition, and my wide eyed gaze.
╰┈➤ Bruce’s calm.
Bruce smiled, winking at some sweet old Mrs.Vanroue’s crappy joke. He sipped from his expensive glass, bubbly sweet champagne pooling in his mouth.
“Well aren’t you good looking-“ Vicky Vale cooed, her black painted nails curling around his bicep and tugging him away from Mrs. Vanroue.
“Well, they don’t call me Gotham’s finest for nothing.” Bruce chuckled, feeling the annoyance bubbling in his chest.
“Your recently donated to Metropolis’s Pet Center, yes?” The woman asked.
“Why is that? When we have a perfectly good mutt center here.” Vale spoke, a twinge of disgust evident in her tone.
“Let just say I owed someone.” Bruce answered with practiced poised, smirking as his eyes caught on to a familiar clumsy reporter.
“Excuse me, but I see an old friend of mine.” Bruce chuckled, gravitating towards Clark Kent.
The younger reporter was nervously fiddling with his large glasses, his ill fitting suit making him stick out like a sore thumb. His eyes instantly brightened as he caught sight of Bruce, thanking the person he was talking to before quickly making his way towards the older man.
“Uh- Mr. Wayne sir. Beautiful venue you have here.” Clark chuckled, still playing the reporter facade. His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked down at Bruce, a less fake- more familiar sunshine smile on his face.
“All thanks to my butler, right Kent?” Bruce asked, his tone slightly darker. He felt the way his shoulders eased, the familiar comfort of Superman a beautiful change to the rich environment around them.
“Care for a private quote from Gothams Prince?” Bruce asked, swiping another glass of champagne from a nearby waiter. Clark raised an eyebrow, his eyes flickering to Bruce’s lips as the older man drank. Clark flushed, pressing the tip of his finger to his glasses and pushing them up the bridge of his nose.
“Uh- I’m sure Perry would like that.” Clark smiled, following the billionaire as he pushed past the crowd of rich Gotham elites. Bruce winked at a few woman, smiled politely at CEO’s and mingled with the public as Clark awkwardly followed.
Finally (after swiping another glass of champagne), Bruce opened a wooden door, urging Clark inside.
Bruce hummed, letting his facade fall. The billionaire grumbled as he handed Clark a glass, rolling his eyes when the kryptonian raised an eyebrow.
“I thought Lois was going to be here. Isn’t she assigned most stories in Gotham.” Bruce stated as he made his way towards the large windows. He stared out of them, the sunlight illuminating his normally pale face. Clark simply chuckled staring at the glass of champagne and placing it down on the wooden table.
“What?” Clark chuckled, making his way towards Bruce. “ You don’t enjoy my presence, B?” Clark teased, watching Bruce’s lip twitch.
“Lois had a date with her new boyfriend.” Clark clarified, clearing his throat. “Why’d you call me here anyways? Is everything alright, hun?” Clark asked, tilting his head to look down at Bruce. The familiar pet name slipped past his lips, a familiar soft pink blush coating the kryptonian’s cheek.
“It’s nice. To see a familiar face. It’s suffocating out there.” Bruce responded before taking a sip of his glass. “Drink the champagne, my love. It’s… bubbly. Like you.”
Clark just chuckled, shaking his head. “I don’t know how you do it Bruce. Pretend that you aren’t the smartest man I know.” Clark smiled softly, watching Bruce’s face. He reached over, brushing the man’s black hair back.
“It’s easy, when I know this is an important part of keeping my family safe.” Bruce sighed, taking a final sip of his champagne. “Plus- you’re always here to calm me, love”
“I’m glad.” Clark mumbled softly. He took the glass out of Bruce’s hands. A large hand rubbing softly at the raven haired man’s shoulder.
“It’s my job as your husband to keep you calm. Isn’t it?” Clark smiled, his hand subconsciously reaching towards the silver ring hanging on the chain around his neck.
Bruce hummed, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of warm sun on his face. “Of course. And it is my job to spoil you with everything I’ve got.”
“Is that why you made that donation to Metropolis’s Pet adoption center.” Clark laughed.
“It is.” Bruce muttered.
“Well, i’ll leave you alone now. A reporters got work to do.” Clark muttered, pressing a soft kiss to Bruce’s cheek before disappearing with a gush of wind.
Bruce smiled.
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Supercorptober 2023
Day 4 & 5: Money/Maroon
“We should probably get up and find something for lunch since your stomach has been rumbling for the last hour.” Lena says, smiling into Kara’s neck from her position on the couch. “We have everything we need for sandwiches or we can heat up the rest of the lasagna from the plane. I plan on cooking our dinner tonight anyway. Especially now that we have something to celebrate.” She places a soft kiss against the warm skin underneath her lips, smiling again as she feels the blonde shiver beneath her.
Kara sighs, tightening her arms around the smaller woman on her chest. The warmth of Lena’s body is comforting resting half on top of her and snuggly tucked against the back of the couch. “But I don’t want to get up, Leeennnaa! You're so warm and cute and cuddly.” She places a light kiss against the curtain of silky raven hair and nuzzles closer to her warmth. “I’ll be fine to wait a bit longer for food. I’m comfortable and happy right now.”
Just as she finishes her sentence, another loud rumble resonates between them. Lena cackles, her laughter loud and unrestrained as she lifts her head away from Kara’s neck. Doing her best to rein in her amusement, she lifts a dark brow in question. “Really? You can wait a little longer? I think your stomach begs to differ.”
She lightly pats the blonde’s stomach before pushing herself up and off the couch. Offering a hand to help Kara stand, she bites her lip to keep from laughing again. Clearing her throat and tilting her head to the side, she pulls Kara up and toward the kitchen.
Grumbling in protest, Kara shuffles along behind Lena. “Food could’ve waited. I’d rather cuddle with you in front of the fire.” The patented Danvers pout makes an appearance as they arrive in front of the refrigerator and the Kryptonian stomach offers another protest.
They both laugh and Lena rolls her eyes. “Darling, we have plenty of time for cuddles in front of the fire.” She stretches up on her tiptoes to place a chaste kiss on soft pink lips. “And since when do you pass up a chance for food? Have I somehow managed to bring an imposter to Ireland with me?”
Kara wraps her arms around the CEO’s waist and pulls her closer. “I think you underestimate how much I like being able to kiss you and snuggle on the couch with you.” She leans forward to press their lips together again and softly rest their foreheads together. “Now get to kiss you, I can’t get enough.” Her stomach protests again, making her sigh and relinquish her hold on her…her what? She thinks.
Huh. We haven’t really talked about that, have we? She shakes her head. That’s something to bring up later.
“Hey, where’d you go? You drifted off on me. From the look on your face it doesn't look like it was pleasant either.” Lena notes, her slender fingers brushing some stray blonde strands behind Kara’s ear. “It looks like you just accidentally ate a piece of kale. What’s going on in that head of yours?”
“Mmm, nothing that can’t wait until later. Let’s get food so we can resume our couch snuggles.” Kara smiles and spins Lena around to guide her toward the fridge. “You grab the lasagna and I’ll grab plates and such.” She immediately starts opening cabinets, the hurt and confused look on Lena’s face going unnoticed.
They end up eating at the island bar in the kitchen, Kara seemingly lost in whatever series of thoughts pulled her away from the moment earlier. Since Lena isn’t sure how to ask about it, she focuses on her own food, her own thoughts starting to spiral. Unlike most of their lunches where there is constant conversation, this meal is subdued, tense even. Unfortunately, Lena’s insecurities are triggered and she begins to wonder if Kara regrets confessing her feelings. She exhales slightly louder than she means to before pushing her stool back and hurriedly grabbing her plate.
Her movements seem to pull Kara out of her bubble. The reporter realizes she’s been in her own head for the entire meal and is deeply frustrated with herself. After managing to confess her feelings to the woman she’s madly in love with, she can’t seem to drum up enough gumption to ask what happens now. It should be pretty evident, she thinks, they did confess their love to each other, but assumptions have never gone in her favor. Only gotten her in trouble too many times. She huffs her irritation and pushes her stool away from the counter to follow behind Lena.
The mood seems to sour even more after that. Lena mentions something about doing some prep for their dinner and doesn’t bother to ask Kara to help. Instead of actually talking about the shift in energy around them, they both do exactly what Kara said she didn’t want to happen…they both make assumptions. With Lena’s silence and distance, the blonde assumes she wants to be alone. Kara’s sullen demeanor and lack of engagement during their meal leads the CEO to assume she’s possibly regretting her decision. They’re set on a collision course navigated by miscommunication and assumptions.
Once Lena finishes prepping everything for dinner, she finds Kara still in the den reading a book and quietly slips out of the kitchen. Making her way upstairs to the loft, her eyes drink in what was once her mother’s library. She feels a warm blanket of belonging the moment her feet cross the threshold.
It’s a rather large area, covering roughly half of the surface area of the cottage and overlooking the den. It’s the only room in the entire place that seems to be mostly untouched by the remodeling. Just a few updated amenities. The room is covered in warm, deep maroon wood and rich textured rugs over mahogany floors. There is an antique desk and its corresponding lamp in the far corner creating a neat little office space. In the center of the space, there’s a worn reddish-brown leather couch and two matching armchairs. All of the walls are lined with the same mahogany wooden shelves and filled to the brim with leather bound books.
She takes a moment to breathe in and let her mind settle. The energy in the space feels familiar, a presence pressing and nudging at the far reaches of her mind. Then it hits her. It’s the first time since they arrived this morning that she can feel the hum of her magic beneath her skin. If she didn’t know any better, she would say she can sense her mother’s presence in the space around her. Another deep breath and she sends that thought away.
She curiously makes her way over to the desk, wondering what might be lurking in the recesses of the antique pieces. The vintage desk chair sitting sentinel like behind the desk sends another tendril of magic sparking along her nerves. It makes her pause her steps briefly before she continues to her destination. The moment her hand lands on the smooth leather of the chair, an arc of magic swirls around her and branches across the desk. It catches her so off guard that she gasps and jerks her hand away from the chair.
Lena’s head snaps toward the railing overlooking the den expecting to see Kara hovering there after her unexpected gasp. Instead, she hears a soft calling of her name and the blonde asking if she’s okay. After reassuring her best friend that she’s fine, she decides to continue her exploration. She changes direction to the shelves deciding she can come back to the desk another day. The sudden activation of her magic has her feeling overwhelmed and even a little scared. Right now, she just wants information. Activation and practice can be dealt with later.
After pulling several thick, well-worn books from the shelves around her, she spends the next three hours lost in the tales and folklore of the Walsh clan. Many of the stories she’s read and the symbols she’s seen were in the book her mother would often read to her as a child. Even though the memories of her mother have faded over the years, she still remembers the stories.
Just as she is about to close the book in her lap and grab another, she realizes it will have to wait. She sighs, it’s time for her to start dinner. Kara hasn’t spoken a word since she checked in earlier and while she realizes she is just as capable of reaching out, it frustrates her that this is where they left things. The reporter confesses her love, they have a wonderful morning snuggled together and making-out a little only for Kara to stiffen and start acting distant. Practically mute at lunch. The way she oddly responded to Lena asking about her thoughts makes her feel uneasy and incredibly anxious. It’s confusing and she hates feeling so unmoored.
Sitting the books aside on the small coffee table in front of her, she stands and does her best to center herself before heading downstairs. She’s not sure what the rest of this afternoon and evening are going to bring, but she may as well face it and get it over with.
Kara looks up just as Lena starts down the stairs. Lena doesn’t make eye contact with her and it sends her stomach into a tailspin. She’s pretty sure she really messed up when she brushed off the dark-haired woman’s question earlier. For the past three hours, she’s been dissecting the whole situation in her head. She tried to read, but after having to go back to the same sentence six times, she gave up. Here she is hours later and still no closer to figuring out how to fix this before it gets worse.
She watches as Lena steps off the last step and turns right into the kitchen, still avoiding eye contact. The blonde sighs and drops her head back onto the back of the couch. Why do I always do this? It would have been so simple to just talk to her. You idiot. She smacks her hand onto her forehead and quietly groans. Seriously, you know Lena retreats and throws her walls up when she feels like someone is keeping something from her, you big dummy.
Lena purposely avoids looking at Kara. It might be petty, but she doesn’t want to see regret in her favorite blue eyes. She’s pretty sure that would break what’s left of her fragile heart. So, she focuses on the kitchen and getting the ingredients she prepared earlier. At least with her mind and energy on cooking, she won’t dwell on what she thinks Kara might say to her. She internally rolls her eyes and starts pulling out everything she’ll need.
Across the room, Kara is still watching her best friend and realizes how poorly she handled their interaction earlier. It probably would have been fine if she hadn’t basically ignored Lena through their entire meal. She can only imagine what kinds of things are rolling around in the genius CEO’s brain. Gods, Kara, you’re an absolute fool. She berates herself internally.
She has to fix this and it can’t wait.
Jumping up from the couch, she speeds into the kitchen and stops right in front of Lena. Kara sheepishly reaches out to take her hand, gently removing the spatula from her other hand before taking it as well. She clears her throat and straightens her back. “I’m sorry.” Blue eyes lock onto cloudy green.
The patented Lena Luthor eyebrow raise slides into place before she asks, “Sorry for what, Kara? You’ll have to be more specific.” She does her best to keep her boardroom mask in place, not sure where this conversation is headed and desperate to protect herself.
Kara squeezes the slender hands in her palms and lets go. Taking a deep breath, she looks into her favorite shade of green and immediately sees confusion laced with hurt. That just won’t do. “I’m sorry for brushing you off when you asked what was going on in my head earlier. Then I got so wrapped up in my head when we were eating that I didn’t even realize I hadn’t said anything until you got up.”
Blowing out a huff of frustration and running a hand through her hair, she shifts to lean against the counter. She still isn’t completely sure what she’s trying to say, but knows she needs to fix this. “When we were standing here and you asked me what was going through my head, I was, um, it dawned on me that…well, I just…” Another groan of frustration.
“Kara, just say it. We’ve been friends for years and have been through hell and back, I doubt whatever it is you’re trying to say is going to be any worse than anything we’ve said before.” She grimaces as she thinks about what actually would be worse than anything else, but schools her face before it reveals too much. “Go ahead, just spit it out. You may as well get it over with.” She forces a weak laugh.
The blonde tilts her head to the side, she can tell that Lena is bracing from something awful to come out of her mouth. All the signs are there. Her CEO mask is in place, her normally sparkling mossy green eyes are a cloudy jade, and her voice is resigned. Kara has definitely fucked up. Once again, her cowardice and fear have hurt the woman she loves.
She reaches out and pulls Lena close, hands resting on the shorter woman’s hips. “It’s so stupid when I think about it here at this moment. Especially since I can see that you’re thinking the worst.” She shakes her head again, unbelievably irritated at herself. “I told you that I can’t get enough of kissing you and it made me realize that…that I don’t know what we are right now. I mean, you’re my best friend, of course you are. Always will be, but we just haven’t talked about things.”
Kara leans forward and presses their foreheads together. A position that is slowly becoming her favorite. Right now though, her heart is in her throat. She swallows audibly, trying to force it back down. Leaning back to look into Lena’s eyes, she finally gets the nerve to explain. “I was scared to talk to you about it so I brushed it off and then got stuck in my head while we were eating. I made you feel like I was ignoring you. Rao, I did, huh? Which was stupid because I know you and I know that likely made you start thinking the worst. And I’m sorry. I promised that I would be better about talking to you instead of being a coward and assuming things. Then I did it anyway and now you’re probably upset with me. Ugh. I just, I’m really sorry, Lena. I hope you…”
“Kara. Darling…” She reaches up and gently places her index finger over the Kryptonian’s lips. “...you’re rambling.” She smiles and shifts her hand to the blonde’s cheek as she watches her shoulders drop a little.
“Sorry. I’ve just been, um, trying to figure out how to talk to you about this for the last three hours and I couldn’t stand feeling like you were upset and it was my fault. Especially over something so stupid and me being a coward.” She pauses and chuckles, tilting her head back in exasperation at herself. “I’m rambling again. Just know that I’m sorry. The whole thing was because I couldn’t muster up the nerve to ask you what all of this means for us. It wasn’t because I regret anything. I know that’s what you were thinking.”
Lena can feel her ears and cheeks heating, no doubt a blush traveling up her neck to go along with it. “You, uh, you’re not wrong. I was scared that you changed your mind or were regretting the confession. But I could have just as easily talked to you or called you out on it, Kara.” She grumbles and huffs before seeming to settle on her next words, gesturing between the two of them before speaking. “We both need to be better about communicating how we feel. I think that is the biggest reason we danced around things for so long.”
They both stare at each other with dopey smiles on their faces before Lena breaks the moment. “In case you were wondering, I’m all in. I’d like to give us a go, Kara. I’ve loved you for so long that I don’t remember what it was like before.” She pauses, lifting her hand up to rest on the soft, warm skin of the blonde’s cheek. “If it’s okay with you, I’d like to call you my girlfriend. Does that define things clearly enough?”
A wide, beaming smile spreads across Kara’s face. One of her hands sits on top of Lena’s and she leans into the contact before turning her head to press a kiss into her palm. “I’m all in as well, Lena. I think I’ve loved you for just as long, even if I didn’t realize it at the time.” She giggles, shocked that it took her so long to figure it out. “Being your girlfriend would be an honor. I can’t wait to explore this with you!”
The two of them share a sweet, soft kiss, basking in the warmth of each other and breathing a sigh of relief that things are out in the open. They finally separate to wash their hands and start working on making dinner together. It takes them about an hour to get everything ready and dished up on their plates. By the time the plates are served and the wine poured, the sun is starting to set. Kara suggests they sit out on the patio to eat so they can enjoy the last rays of the day together.
The blonde has just come back outside with her second serving when her head tilts to the side in her signature super hearing move. She places the plate on the table as they both hear something around the corner. Kara squints her eyes as she x-rays through the walls to find the culprit. She grins and points just as a silver-blue colored cat turns the corner, hopping onto the patio. The feline observes the two of them with its intense blue eyes, seemingly sizing them up.
Lena smiles at Kara’s childlike excitement. She can tell the blonde wants to scurry out of her chair and over to the cat, but is doing her best to remain still. Eventually her excitement wins out and she carefully approaches the curious creature. It is clearly someone’s pet. They can see a bright green collar with a silver tag attached to it. As the superhero kneels next to the cat, a soft meow greets her and she gently caresses the soft fur. Within a few minutes, the cat is curled up in Kara’s arms purring contentedly.
It absolutely doesn’t surprise Lena at all. Kara seems to attract people and creatures wherever she goes. It’s one of her girlfriend’s more endearing qualities. She smiles and bites her lip as she realizes it’s the first time she’s referred to the blonde as her girlfriend, even if it is inside her own head. Her eyes settle back on the scene in front of her as Kara lifts the tag to see if there is any information about who the critter might belong to.
An adorable laugh pulls the CEO from her thoughts. She looks up to find Kara snuggling the cat into her face. “Aren’t you the cutest little thing, Cash?” A wide smile is directed at Lena before she looks back down at her new companion. “Lena, this is Cash Walsh. It seems he belongs to your cousin Liam. So, he’s technically family.”
Lena laughs and rolls her eyes. She will never get used to how freaking adorable Kara always is. “Maybe so, but we should probably call to make sure he isn’t lost.”
Lena grabs their plates and heads back inside followed by Kara carrying their wine glasses, Cash apparently comfortable enough to enter right along with them. Lena quickly covers Kara’s food and places it in the refrigerator, letting the dirty dishes collect in the sink while she calls Liam.
As it turns out, Cash is a regular visitor to the cottage and roams between Lena and Liam’s property quite frequently. Now that they know he isn’t lost, the two of them decide to grab some blankets and finish their evening watching the sunset from the gazebo, Cash following closely behind them.
“You know, I could see us spending a lot more time here in the future.” Kara sighs as she settles into the cushions next to Lena. “It’s so quiet and peaceful out here. There’s a calmness and warm energy. Not sure how to explain it, but I like it.” Blue eyes glance down to find sparkling green already staring back.
“Mmmm, serenity. That’s what it feels like to me.” Lena smiles and leans up to place a soft kiss to her girlfriend’s jaw. “I think I’d like to spend a lot more time here. We haven’t even been here for 24 hours and I am more relaxed than I have been in years. Well, now I am. Earlier I was feeling like my world was about to be flipped upside down again.” She chuckles when Kara groans and tilts her head back.
“I am still so mad at myself for causing such an unnecessary problem.” She tilts her head back down to look Lena in the eyes. “Listen, I promise I will do better and that I will try to stop getting in my own head. You’re my best friend, there’s no reason I can’t talk to you about anything. Old habits are just really hard to break.”
Lena lifts a hand to rest on her cheek. “Darling, we both need to be better. I could have pushed and talked about how I was feeling too. Neither of us are used to being so open with anyone. For different reasons, sure, but it’s the same outcome.” She pulls the blonde close, pressing their lips together several times before they’re both smiling too much to continue and she leans back. “We’ll figure it out. We always do. No matter what happens, we find our way back to each other. As much as this scares me, I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything.”
The conversation drifts into silence, their eyes shifting to the pink, orange, and maroon streaking across the sky in front of them. It’s a moment neither of them will forget. Their bodies pressed closely, barely any space between them, wrapped in a blanket and each other. It’s perfect. Romantically, they couldn’t have planned anything better.
It’s so still and serene that Kara’s sniffles seem like they’re broadcast through a bullhorn. Lena’s head snaps up quickly, her concerned green eyes landing on glistening cerulean. “Darling, what’s wrong?” Cool, pale fingers gently wipe away the tears before pulling Kara’s head onto her chest. “Are you okay?”
A wet chuckle escapes the blonde’s lips and a shaky breath causes goosebumps to rise along Lena’s skin. “Nothing, Zhao. I think this is the happiest I have been in years. The woman I love feels the same, I am on the first vacation I’ve had in as long as I can remember, and the sunset reminds me of Rao.” Another shuddering breath and she sits up, places her hands on pale cheeks, and leans in.
Their lips meet in a soft, sensual kiss. It’s unlike anything either of them have ever experienced. Different from their first kiss. The simple act conveys more than their words ever have. Lena deepens the kiss and it moves from slow and sensual to frantic and fiery. Just as things are about to get even more ardent, something lands on them, startling them apart. Kara quickly floats them off the bench in a panic, scanning to see what sort of creature has attacked them.
Lena is clinging to the super with all her might and doing her best to stifle the laughter that is bubbling up inside her chest as the blonde slowly drops them back onto the bench. When they disentangle their limbs, Cash is sitting next to them purring loudly, another similar looking feline perched next to him. The fur on the second cat is a shade darker, more of a charcoal instead of silver and piercing green eyes instead of blue. A soft meow is sent their way as the new critter makes its way over to them.
The blonde giggles and reaches out to allow the mystery cat to see that she isn’t a threat. Instead of stopping to sniff Kara, the cat has its eyes set on Lena. The agile creature steps over the super and meows at the CEO until she pets the charcoal fur. Lena laughs when she sees the epic pout on Kara’s face. It isn’t often that she is the one chosen over little Miss Sunshine whether it is people or animals so she is going to relish in this moment.
“Aren’t you a sweet little thing?” Lena coos at the cat sitting on her lap. “Looks like you don’t have a collar. Are you friends with Mr. Cash? Hmm?” She smiles as the mystery cat starts purring and kneading the blanket in her lap.
Kara is still pouting until Cash decides to take his place on her lap. She is instantly distracted by his kneading and purring while she showers him with affection. Neither of them are saying anything, now fully focused on their furry interruption until Kara suddenly shrieks in excitement.
Lena startles, letting out a yelp causing the mystery cat to promptly launch itself into the air. Cash immediately bolts away in the opposite direction. And Kara? She’s sheepishly biting her lip and half-smiling in sheer happiness.
Once Lena manages to calm her racing heart, she raises a dark brow at her girlfriend asking ‘what the hell just happened’ without saying a single word. She crosses her arms for added effect.
“Um, sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. Or the little critters, but um, I just thought of a perfect name for the new cat.” Kara stutters and grins, her body practically vibrating with excitement. “Are you ready for it? I think you’re going to love it. Especially because it’s your cat.” She places extra emphasis on the ‘your’ part.
The CEO rolls her eyes, again raising her brow in question. The cats slowly start making their way back over, eyeing Kara cautiously.
“Ok. Hear me out.” Kara smiles. “You’re rich, like a millionaire, right?”
Lena unsurely nods her head, still trying to figure out where this is going. Mystery cat is now perched back in her lap very openly giving Kara the side-eye.
The blonde starts giggling, reaching down to pull Cash back onto her lap before looking at Lena. “So we have Cash.” She lifts him up as he protests, then she points to Mystery Cat in Lena’s lap. “That’s Money. And you’re a millionaire!” She lets out a hearty laugh, seemingly proud of herself for coming up with something so ‘clever’ on the spot.
“Get it?! Cash, Money, Millionaire!” Kara giggles and puffs her chest out.
“Oh god.” Lena groans, biting her lip to keep from laughing at her antics. “You are such a dork!”
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I’m gonna start by saying forgive me if I’ve already sent this ask. I feel like I might have but I have a bit of a memory problem so I’m really not sure. If I have ignore this.
That said, if you’re still taking requests I would absolutely love it if you did a scene that would fit into the episode featuring the courage totem where Brainy says he can’t wake Nia but we don’t get to see the process of him trying and realizing this. I saw in the tags of an old post you were considering writing about it so if you’re still interested that would be really cool.
This may be the latest prompt yet, but I just reached this episode on my re-watch and remembered this ask specifically. So again, anon, if you're still out there, I hope you enjoy!
Something was wrong. Very wrong.
The moment Brainy touched down at the Tower, he headed straight for the training room floor. The elevator moved unbearably slow, uncaring of his plight even while he tapped ineffectually at the button controlling his descent.
All the while, his mind continued to work over the last hour’s events.
Alex and J’onn had been affected by something during that altercation – clearly – and yet Brainy was struggling to pinpoint a cause. Indeed, he seemed to be having a hard time thinking of anything. He was still unnerved by the punches he hadn’t been able to evade during the fight. Punches thrown by human adversaries, civilian adversaries, and for some reason he hadn’t seen them coming. Differential calculus had failed him in the moment, leaving him with a dangerous blind spot that had nearly cost him the safety of the citizens he had been meant to protect.
Perhaps he had been unable to predict their moves because they themselves had been dictated by an otherworldly force. Or perhaps this was Vita’s doing, somehow. The Kryptonian witch had been meddling inside his projectors not hours ago, although any trace of her had been expunged completely the moment she’d fled back to her crystal.
Which meant that there was nothing wrong with him internally; no matter how many diagnostics he ran didn’t change the facts.
No. He was missing something, he had to be. And he still couldn’t shake the feeling that things were about to get worse.
And, if that was the case, then Nia needed to be informed. She’d stayed local to the Tower to try and use her dreams to search for Nyxly, and while Brainy hoped she’s made more progress than the rest of them, he couldn’t deny that his main priority was an entirely selfish one.
Simply, he wished to see her again.
Things always felt clearer when he had the chance to talk them out with Nia Nal, and he desperately sought that clarity now. But Nia’s job was by far the most important if they were to gain any insight for the fight to come, and he could not allow his own feelings get in the way of that.
When the elevator doors finally shuddered open and Brainy stepped foot into the training arena made makeshift den, the sense of wrongness twisting his stomach didn’t lift as anticipated. In fact, it only seemed to intensify.
Nia was sat on the other side of the room, mostly upright on one of J’onn’s scavenged antique armchairs.
Brainy’s lips twitched fondly at the sight.
Over the last few weeks, Nia had been spending more time in the dream realm than she ever had before, so much that she’d become impressively adept at appearing otherwise conscious during her meditations.
Only her soft snores betrayed her now.
Brainy folded his arms, ducking his head with another suppressed smile. As much as it pained him to disturb her dreams, their current circumstances had made it something of a necessity.
“Nia,” he said softly, not yet at her side. Oftentimes, that was all it took to reach through to her. The sound of his voice always found her eventually. No matter how far into the dream realm she may have travelled, that had always been a certainty.
Today, however, something was different.
When Nia didn’t stir after the predicted one minute and fifteen second window Brainy normally left for her, a nervousness began to creep its way into his throat. He swallowed it down quickly, crossing the room towards her.
Even his proximity didn’t appear to dispel her dreams. When he was close enough, Brainy crouched down in front of her, tentatively taking his girlfriend’s arm, attempting to reach her. “Nia Nal?”
Nothing. Nia remained perfectly still, her lips half parted.
Brainy frowned, eyes skirting across her expression, intent on finding anything that might account for this abnormality in her sleep cycle. Nia’s brow was furrowed slightly, as though she was concentrating on something very far away. Her fingers were tense, curled inward, impressing strained lines into the leather armrests.
Most worrisome. The dream realm wasn’t meant to cause such an adverse physical reaction. Nia would often wake from a dream disoriented, the physical embodiment of her astral self coinciding with that of the waking world, but that occurred after the dream had dispelled, not before.
Brainy forced his breathing to still, taking his girlfriend’s shoulders, squeezing her with gentle reassurance. He let his eyes flutter shut, focusing instead on his internal enhancements. He had long ago put buffers in place to match up against Nia’s own energy frequencies, though as her abilities had grown, he’d found himself implementing more to prepare for any variations in which her powers might manifest.
He thought he’d known what to expect, but when his attempt at connecting with her was met with a powerful snap of dream energy that lanced down both his wrists, Brainy jerked his hands away with a hiss, shaking them out.
“Sprock,” he muttered, winding a protective hand around his ring finger where her energy continued to smart. He stared at Nia’s unresponsive posture, wide-eyed, a panic flaring inside of him so fiercely that it took every ounce of his self-control not to grab for her and shake her with all his might. Anything that might wake her.
But it would do not good. Nia was protecting herself from the outside world, her energy posing a physical threat against anything that sought to disturb her focus. A soft blue highlighted her cheeks, her gloves glowing a brilliant but dangerous shade. She'd travelled deeper into the dream realm than he'd ever witnessed, somewhere that even Brainy couldn’t reach through to her.
What had brought on such prowess, Brainy wasn’t sure. Had she found new certainty in her mother’s teachings, or perhaps she was responding to a vengeful trigger set in motion by Nyxly?
Either way, Brainy should have known, should have predicted this. By being attentive to her feelings, by being present at all. He was failing her, and he was failing himself by being unable to focus on probable cause, to outline anything at all with absolute certainty. Not with Alex, not with J’onn, not with this…
It seemed he needed… help.
Brainy nearly recoiled at the notion. He hated that feeling, the vulnerability that came with such uncertainty, but he couldn’t deny it any longer. Something was wrong, and if he was going to figure it out, he needed to alert the rest of the Super Friends to Nia’s current predicament.
He balled his hands together nervously before dipping forward, cupping the side of Nia’s face so that her energy bleached his palm. He sighed, pressing his lips firmly to her forehead, taking comfort in the warmth of her skin, the sweet scent of her shampoo.
“I will return,” Brainy promised her, his voice barely a crackle in her ear.
Nia remained unresponsive throughout, though from the tightness of her expression, Brainy knew her battle raged on elsewhere. He only hoped that wherever she was, she might have heard him. Enough to know that he was not leaving her. That he would be back. He would always be back.
He didn’t allow himself to linger a moment longer, otherwise he would never have had the strength to pull himself away. Instead, he headed back towards the elevator, twisting his ring close to his chest, still hot with errant dream energy, and made his ascent known.
#supergirl#supergirl fanfiction#nia nal#brainiac 5#brainia#querl dox#brainy#my writing#my prompts#my asks#anon#dreamerdox#brainy x nia#trying to capture brainy's uncertainty before he realises he's been affected by the totem was a challenge but I hope it worked lol#but yeah this ask is so so so old i'm so sorry. but when i was rewatching this scene the other day i just had a spark of memory that someon#had once left me this prompt and - being me - i just filed it away for later and forgot about it#it may be years late at this point but i finally answered it. my bad.
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Mini Kara
Kara Danvers x female!Kryptonian!reader
Request- okay so reader(14) is not related to kara but is also a kryptonian whose pod crashed on earth from the phantom zone (and the only reason it was so late is bc their pod got stuck there for a long time but eventually they crashed on earth), and so kara kinda takes them under their wing and shows them what it’s like to be kryptonian on earth yk? dealing with the superpowers and maybe they go to catco and they have the whole trying on outfits for catco thing that mon-el had(except r is trying on kara’s clothing) and when they arrive at catco cat is looking them up and down like “who tf are you” and kara is like laughing nervously like “shes my… cousin! my foster moms sisters daughter😓😊” and reader is like “actually i am-“ and kara kicks their arm like “stfu i’m saving ur ass rn”
Warnings- R crying, mad supergirl, shouting,
This is my new favorite gif of Kara
Not my gif*
All you remembered was seeing an unfamiliar planet, somewhere you didn't want to call home, ever.
Now somewhere in a grassy field, you sat unconscious, in the pod that saved you from death, while your home planet was destroyed a long time ago. You, while fleeing your home planet, followed another pod into the phantom zone, and stayed there long after it had gone. Left all alone, for so long, just like you had been before, left in the silence of space...
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"Supergirl, we just need you to check it out." J'onn told Kara, as the Kryptonians sister, adding her opinion.
“We haven’t even classified it as a threat,” Alex said, warning her sister to not be aggressive, and Kara turned to leave but was stopped by J’onn.
“Oh, one more thing,” J’onn turned to address the Kryptonian. “We believe it to be Kryptonian.” The blonde froze for a moment and then turned towards the sky and flew away. Kara's mind was racing as her sister got on comms and gave her a location
“You be careful,” Alex said typing something into the computer and added in a whisper “-especially if they really are Kryptonian...”
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You felt funny, a good funny, but it was- The feeling was so difficult to describe, almost like your whole body felt the happiness in your heart, but you weren’t particularly happy, your body was tingling in excitement though.
Feeling strong, feeling like you could do more than just sit around, you were getting used to the feeling of safety and strength rolling over you, when a shadow came out in front of your eye line and your eyelids peeled open, right as the top hatch of the pod, you were sitting in, came off and with it, a million different noises filled your head, making it feel like it was about to explode, as the feeling of safety went right out the pod. You screamed.
“I’m not here to harm you.” Said a strange voice in a familiar tongue. “Will you let me help you?” The same voice said again, it rang in your ears, and it fought very hard to stay at the forefront among all the strange, foreign noises trying to invade your thoughts. You looked up and saw a man with, jet black, almost dark blue hair, a red sheet swaying in the wind, attached at his shoulders, and a respected glyph laid upon his chest.
“Who are you?” You're not sure where you are or who is talking to you, the only thing that makes you feel a little bit better, is that he is speaking your language. “Where am I?” You asked the man in Kryptonese.
“You are on Earth.” He starts calmly, waiting a moment before proceeding, being careful to keep his distance. “What’s your name? I am Kal-el.” He smiles softly at you, speaking slowly.
“Earth…?” A weight fell in your heart, and a sudden sadness flowed through you, forgetting about the fear of your safety on this Planet. “Where is Krypton, Kal-el?” You asked, sadness in your voice without fully registering your thoughts.
Clark gulped, “I’m sorry, it’s all gone.” His words broke your already shattered heart, and for a moment all the thoughts and noise went away, silence was the only thing you could hear, before unconsciously speaking again.
“Where did it all go?” You asked the brave man, innocently. Kal-el couldn’t be the one to tell you, the pod crystal would explain it all to you in time.
“That is for you to figure out.” You nod your head at his words, there was somewhere in his voice that felt safe, felt trusting, it reminded you of home. You looked up and he held out his hand for you, pulling you out of the still smoking pod that carried you here, to Earth. The ground beneath you, felt so different under your shoes from how Krypton had, well from what you can remember of your former home.
“Clark?” Another voice said in the distance, not far from where you and Kal-el stood.
“It’s Kal-el here, Kara.” He held your hand lightly in the air.
“Ah,” Kara paused when she finally looked at you, knowing you couldn’t have been older than 15.“What’s your name..?” Kara asked you, resting her arms at either side of her suit.
The new girl had yellow hair, the same red sheet, and the same house glyph resting on the same blue as Kal-el, you now understood that she was trustworthy, if Kal-el knew her.
“My name is Y/n. Daughter of the House of Y/l/n.” You said, finally answering Kal-el’s long forgotten question.
”I am Kara, from the House of El, same as Kal-el, here.” She smiled tenderly at you.
“Brother and sister?” You asked, just as curious as you sounded, brow furrowed in confusion.
“Cousins!” Kal-el gives a laugh, as Kara walks closer to the both of you. Kara gives you another smile and turns to her cousin, speaking in a language you had forgotten was stored in your memory.
“Alex wants me to take her in, just to watch her for now. Make sure she’s safe.”
“Are you sure? The farm could always use another pair of hands.”
“Yeah,” Kara reassured him. “I don’t want something to happen, and I mean- I am stronger,” Kara smirks at her cousin in a serious moment.
“Yeah, yeah..” Clark shook his head in a playful annoyance. Kal-el turns back to you saying, “Y/n, you will go with Kara,” You take a step back, taking your hand away from Kal-el’s.
“We don’t want to hurt you, just to keep you safe.” Kara says quickly.
“This planet has people that can hurt you, but me and Kara are going to watch out for you.” Kal-el added to Kara’s statement.
“No harm will be done to you, Y/n. I promise, can you trust us?”
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3 hours later
You sat on the ground, in a cell, with a tear-stained face, wishing Kal-el were here and that the horrible ringing in your ears from the silence would go away, with a sleeve of your Kryptonian clothes tasered off at a weird angle, letting your forearm show.
Kara was stressed out and you hadn't even been here for a day yet. Alex was dealing with the agents that had accidentally scared you. And you apologized in English over and over again, hoping that it would help.
Before J’onn or Alex even had a say, you were put in a cell by three other agents that were able to get you to calm down enough and left you all alone, freaking you out in doing so. When you heard the airlock seal and everything went silent, your head wasn’t so filled with noise anymore, but you felt as if your strength had been taken from you. The only thing you could hear was your breathing, before the bang of the door at the other side of the big room startled you, and just like that, you were all alone again. You didn’t even notice the green lights turn on until you couldn’t take the silence much longer.
Kara had been out for maybe an hour to go to CatCo and talk with a source about her current article, while you stayed at the DEO, in a cell, under green lights that made every part of your skin hurt, when Kara got a phone call and flew to the DEO with anger flowing through her veins.
“You put her in a cell?!” She shouted across the room. Startling most of the agents and making Winn wince in his seat.
“Supergirl, you need to know the whole story,” J’onn tried reasoning with The Girl of Steel.
“Don’t.” She cuts him off aggressively, walking up to main console area. “I told her she would be safe here. Not locked up for something she can’t control!” The Girl of Steel throws her arms in the air, out of anger.
“I’m not saying she should stay in the cell, but Kara,” Alex tried to reason with her sister. “she doesn’t have her powers under control at all.” Supergirl gives her sister an annoyed glance before saying anything.
“I wasn’t put in a cell when I got here, now was I?” She points the question to her superiors, who stay quiet.
“Where is she?” Alex takes a breath and leads Supergirl, silently, to your cell. Alex opened the door for her sister. Kara, being angry, and knowing what it was like to feel trapped, she couldn’t imagine what Y/n was feeling. She immediately opened your cell door.
“Y/n, come with me.” You shook your head at Kara’s words, trying to move away from the door, as you feel your strength start to creep back in.
“No. I hurt them. I don’t want to hurt the Humans.” You said trying to keep yourself from crying. Kara’s expression softened and walked towards you slowly.
“It wasn’t your-” Kara’s gaze shifted upwards, slightly feeling the posion from the green lights shining down on you. “Fault…” A new fueled rage filled with shock flowed through Kara. You didn’t notice Kara’s findings, but Alex did.
“Kara…” Alex put her hand over her mouth in horror, not aware of this till now. You weren’t listening to the agents, only could tell they were yelling at one another. All you knew was that of course you didn’t mean to but it was your fault.
“It wasn’t her fault!” Kara shouts at her sister, cutting the conversation to a close.
“Nothing seems to be my fault but look at what happened, before I got here everything was in perfect order.” You finally gave in to your tears and stuffed your face into your knees. Kara heard you, turning instantly, and took in the scene of you crying, underneath the kryptonite, pulled into a ball, she was almost brought to tears herself.
“Hey, Y/n, look at me..” Kara stepped forward, crouching down to be near you. “I promise you that things were never in perfect order since Kal-el and I got here a long time ago. Everything will be alright, just need some time to- Re-adjust, okay.” She smiles at you, as you lift your head slowly and nod, wiping your remaining tears away.
“Today I will teach you how to control your powers, but that also means being able to control your emotions too, think you can handle that?” You gave her a more confident nod. Supergirl walked out of the cell and you slowly followed, looking away from Alex, as you walked by, and out the door, following the red cape down the hall.
---
Two weeks later
“Y/n, Kara is going to be taking you with her today!” Alex said walking into the Med bay and over to the bed you sat upon.
“Where will we be going?” You sat on the bed uninjured in any way.
“You will have to ask her, I bet it’ll be a fun day!” You smiled slightly at the agent’s words.
“Will I get to see Earth, now?” Alex smiles, as she checks your last blood sample.
“Yes, and don’t worry you’ll get to see more and more with time.” You and Alex both, quickly, turn your heads toward the door; shouting coming from outside the room.
“You should understand that I am trying to keep my country safe, and without rules for the-” The door shut closed, as you and Alex both heard General Lane’s voice, booming from the level below both of you being cut off from the, now closed door.
You felt a ping of guilt flow through you, the General, that anger you heard from him was because of your presence, you knew it so.
“Kara, should be here soon.” Alex said, going back to her work, silently.
You had learned in the last two weeks that your being here had caused a lot more problems than anticipated, you had been told multiple times by Alex and Kara and some computer nerd, that you were not the problem, and that this was none of your fault. You were sure that it was your fault, but you wouldn’t let them know that. You knew they were trying to fix it.
Kara slipped in through the door letting a few booming words get past the doorway and closed it immediately.
“I’m here!” She smiled across the serious room.
While kara was all smiles, you could only think of how this was all your fault but you couldn’t do anything to fix it, you didn't have a clue where to start if you were to fix things.
“Are they still arguing…?” You asked, staring blankly at her. Kara nodded her head guiltily, and you rested your head in your hands, feeling defeated.
“Hey, let's get going, we're gonna have so much fun, today!” Kara put her hands on your forearms, and wiggled them gently, making you look up at her, while she tried to cheer you up.
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The shirt felt weird, and the the sweater was going to make you suffocate. Anyways, you walked out to show Kara.
"Wow- Are you okay?" Kara asked when she noticed you're stressed face, and you shook your head.
"It's too tight." Kara rushed over and pulled the sweater off you, then giving you different clothes of hers to try on.
You weren’t sure how the other Kryptonian wore this every day, it felt like you would melt with, pants, a button-up shirt, and a sweater that made it feel like you had flown too close to the sun with Icarus.
“How- How do you wear this?” Kara chuckled at your question and walked over to you.
“If you're hot, you could try it without the sweater?” You nod in a hurry and she pulls it over your head, then putting it away as you speak.
“Do you have a breakfast?”
“Do I have a-” Kara started to repeat your question, before she realized what you were asking. “Yes, I do! Do you like pancakes?” Your face lit up with excitement, shouting,
“PANCAKES?!” Making Kara jump a little, but smile all in all at your excitement. “I love pancakes, so much” You sat down smiling, happily awaiting your pancakes.
-
“Okay, last thing is glasses.” Kara moved over to her bed, after cleaning up breakfast.
“Oh, that’s okay Kara, my eyesight is perfectly fine. I can even see through walls.” You took a bite of pancake.
“No, it’s not for your eyesight-”
“Are they spy glasses then?” You cut her off with your curiosity and a mouthful of pancakes.
“No, let me finish this time.” She gave you a strict look.
“Right, sorry.”
“Thank you. The glasses are for hiding your identity, so then if you ever want to be a superhero like me, no one will tell the difference between you and your superhero counterpart.” There was an awkward silence between the two of you for a moment.
“Can I talk now?” You asked innocently.
“Yes.” Kara breathed out, trying to hide her smile from how wholesome you were.
-
You touched down unsteadily on the concrete ground, wearing some of Kara’s clothes and a rain jacket, even when it was nowhere close to raining, with nice clear blue skies, but Kara wanted to make sure you wouldn't be cold. The dark color of your jacket was a large contrast from your lighter shirt and jeans, making you pop from the dimness of the backstreet you now stood in.
Your eyes scanned everything, the grove in the rocks, small piles of trash scattered around, a tattered, worn, pink couch that you knew wasn’t top of the line but was more comfortable than most, the steam coming from a mysterious place in the wall, the little pieces of grass swaying in the wind that blew by you invisibly and all the different textures of dirt, bricks and the fresh sounds that came with this brand new location on Earth.
“Come on, Y/n/n.” Kara gestured for you to follow her out towards the world, with tall buildings all around, the part of the world that was much more colorful, and warmer feeling, than this place, far from this place in between two large bricks..
To Kara this part of the world was always more chaotic, more noisy, more littered with people, more enemies around, and more threats. But to you, it was the best most exciting, most-
“What’s this?” Had been your question of the day, wanting to know the answer to all the different objects you had encountered, big or small, yearning to know what they were, why they looked like that, and how they worked. Even trying to go and touch a snake you found before being hissed at and scared out of your mind by its aggressiveness. All you wanted was to pet it.
“That’s a pen, Y/n.” Kara said, taking no more than 5 seconds, away from her coffee, to see what you were holding up and noticing the confusion plastered on your face.
“What is its function, though?” You examined the pen closely, not sure what it could be, while Kara moved all her things into one hand and looked over at you.
“It holds thoughts on paper.” She took it from your hands, and you almost grabbed it back, but waited, hoping she would read your mind. She uncapped the pen, writing out both your names on a paper she needed for work, while you stared in awe, but that was soon interrupted by a shout, as the elevator doors opened.
"Keriaaa!" Cat yelled for what seemed like the millionth time, before walking out of her office, hands on her hip, as Kara ran in, with you behind her.
"Miss Grant! I am so sorry, It will nev-".
"Who," Kara was cut off by Cat "is that, keria?"
She looked at you, suspiciously with a pointed finger. Kara hadn't thought about having to explain to Miss Grant about your being here.
"Y/n? She- uh-" Kara couldn't think. You poked out from behind the older Kryptonian and greeted Miss Grant with a small smile and a wave.
"Hello!" You didn't know she was supposed to be intimidating or a big respected news lady, not that you knew what the news was, to you she was just another regular Kryptonian, but this Krypton didn't have flying cars or anyone speaking Kryptonese and the clothing choices were very different, and no else could fly around like you could, so it wasn't really Krypton, but you didn't know anything else. Not until the DEO had told you everything you knew so far about this planet, which wasn't very much.
"Cousin! She's my cousin. Y/n is. My Foster Mom's, sister's daughter." Your face scrunches in confusion.
"I'm actually-" Kara swung her arm over your shoulder, bring you into a side hug.
"Hanging with me for a little while, for a visit, we don't see each other much." Kara pauses for a moment, "and my-".
"Keria." Cat said curtly as she nursed her newest headache "All this nonsense is making my head hurt, and all without my coffee." Kara hands the coffee over awkwardly and pulls you out of the room.
"Have I been calling you the wrong name this whole time?" Kara looks over at you, exhausted.
"No, it's Kara."
You think about it for a moment. "Oh, well I don't think the lady in there knows that.”
"She does." Kara lets out a sigh, glancing over into her boss’ office, pulling a spinny chair over for you to sit in.
You sat down and discovered that the chair moves in circles, without moving across the room itself. It was one of the coolest things you had ever seen. You spun in the chair a few times before stopping abruptly.
The phone was ringing, but to you that was the sound of death.
“Kar- Kara! What is that alarm for??” Kara was quick to assure you it wasn’t an alarm, and you didn’t need to panic.
“It’s just the phone ringing, Y/n, don’t worry.” Kara picked up the call, and immediately started drawing on a paper, with her pen. Which you now knew the function of; to hold memories on a paper.
-
You tapped Kara on the shoulder for the millionth time, when she finally turned towards you, staring daggers. You instantaneously backed up and left her alone until the phone call had ended.
“Y/n,” She whisper yelled towards you, “that was an important call. I need you to-”
“Kara, I really have to go the bathroom.” You interrupted.
“What?”
“Where is the bathroom?” Kara now understanding, showed you to it, so you wouldn’t get lost.
---
“Hey Kara,” Jimmy Olsen walked towards the blonde.
“Hey!” She smiled at her friend, starting to worry as you had been gone for almost a half hour, in the bathroom.
“Winn, might have told me some interesting news...” Jimmy makes a questioning face at Kara, before they are interrupted by their boss, who had noticed Kara’s little cousin was gone.
“Keria! I need you make sure layout has the right colors I sent them!” Cat yelled from her office.
“I’ll be back," She started to walk away, saying to herself "She should be back soon,” Her voice turns into a whisper. “hopefully...” As Kara gets on the elevator headed straight for layout on the floor below.
-
“Hello…? Kara…?” You walked aimlessly back towards her desk, as Cat waved you inside her office.
“Keria is doing something for me. So. Your Keria’s little cousin?” She takes off her glasses and invites you to sit on the couch. You sit and nod.
“Yes, I am her- Cousin.” You struggled to get the words out, not remembering how to articulate the new word. The older woman hummed in response and sat across from you, crossing her legs, one over the other, staring you down.
“Keria doesn’t talk much about family.” She pondered in her seat.
“I live- Far away, so I do not visit very much.”
“Do you stay for long when you do visit?” She questioned you, and you froze having no idea what to say.
“Uh not very long, usually just- Days.”
“Days?”
“One days, usually.”
“Kara is quite a lot older than you it seems, what do you get up to when she is at work all day?”
“I work, also.” You outright lied.
“You do?” She asked questionably.
“Yes, I do… Oh, and I am 14.” You said proudly, if you didn't know anything in the world, you would always know how old you were. “Kara is much older than me, yes. We are cousins.” You smile at her trying not to seem weird.
“Y/n!” Kara practically shouts your name from the doorway, walking in to meet you. You stood at her arrival and smiled at Miss Grant as Kara took your arm and pulled you towards her desk.
“What was that? Did you tell her anything? What did she ask you?” Kara was mad and slightly worried her boss knew she had lied to her.
“I just told her I am 14, and we are cousins.” You starting to walk towards your chair but stopped in your tracks.
“Keria. Do you always interrupt people’s conversations like that? We were learning so much about each other.”
“I’m sorry Miss Grant, Y/n has,” Kara takes half a breath and continues. “School work she needs to be working on.” The Girl of Steel really got out of that just by the hem of her cape.
-
The constant sounds of the squeaky chair, spinning around and around, started to irritate the girl with super hearing.
The world started to spin faster and faster around, your vision blurring and then it stopped. All quite suddenly, almost throwing you out of the chair. Kara tightly held onto the chair, digging her fingers in it just enough to get a good grip and stop the irritating noise.
“Can you, please, stop.” She begged you. “Once I finish this article, we can go around the city, do you like ice cream?” You had no idea what an icecream was, but you wanted to have some and nodded in response, but groaned at the world still spinning a bit before your eyes, slowing down by the second.
“Thank you.”
---
You ran down the curb of the street, a smile on your face, as you secured you and Kara’s spot in line for ice cream. You curiously watched others walk away with happy faces, holding their ice cream from a triangle tube! You were excited to say the least.
Kara chuckled at you, “Excited?” she said walking up to you.
“More than! I’ve never ever had ice cream, even, in the history of all the worlds!” Kara couldn’t help but smile at your excitement for new things, knowing you would be learning about a lot of new things in the coming months, just as she once did.
“What?” You chuckled, noticing your new friend, observing you fondly.
“Nothing…” Kara said smiling, and continued to look you over, now understanding that you were going through what she did. The blonde made a vow to herself, in that moment, waiting for ice cream that she would always make sure you weren’t alone, like she had so often felt when she first got to Earth. Now she had a mission, someone to take under her wing and watch over. She never got that chance with her cousin.
You feel in love with ice cream, loving every part of it. Kara becoming your friend, along with Alex and the computer nerd, Winn, was one of best things ever! Everyday was fun, well the days without someone on the verge of death, were always a good time. Wether you were at the arcade with Alex, or at girls night with the scientist, named Lena, or just saving the day, when you were allowed to at least. And over time you were sure that one day you would call this place home, even if at first it wasn't so high on your priority list...
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Amazon (Smallville) : Short Story - Chapter 5 -Final
Diana had decided to take the following day off and spend some time with you. Possibly discover what other abilities you might have. She’s talking, but you can’t quite focus. Because the thought of kissing Clark again seems to be the only thing on your mind.
“Are you alright?”
You flinch, nodding quickly.
“Yes! I’m sorry. Go on.”
Diana narrows her eyes with a playful smile.
“I’ve never seen you like this. Does it have anything to do with a certain boy?”
You frown, because you supposed this is what you should expect from an older sister.
“It’s nothing Diana.”
You try to brush it off, but from the look on her face, she’s not going to let it go until you tell her. If you’re being honest you have no idea what to do. You’ve always been careful about keeping that distance. You can cripple a man with your bare hands. Safe to say you haven’t been out there pursuing relationships. It’s also still a bit weird considering that you spent most of your life on an island with only women.
The opposite sex has always been a minefield and the ones you typically run into usually are the ones you want to punch in the face.
The knock at your door interrupts you, and Diana stands, heading for the door. The moment she opens it, you can almost see the smile from across the room as she speaks.
“It’s Clark.”
You wish you could just become invisible.
Maybe that’s one of your powers.
She welcomes him in, excusing herself with a playful smile. You roll your eyes, clearly displeased with her lack of tact.
Now that he’s standing right there it just makes it harder.
Clark looks just as uncomfortable as you. Dropping your head, you sigh.
“I’m sorry for running.” You mutter.
More specifically, flying right out of his barn window.
Of course he predicts the apology.
He decides to take a seat in hopes that it will help him feel more settled.
“It’s okay. I guess I would have done the same.”
He laughs, but it’s a bit awkward. There’s no way to talk about this in a way that it’s not. Truthfully you’re just curious as to why. He knows practically everything about you yet he still kissed you.
Logically, that doesn’t make sense.
At least not to you.
“Doesn’t this..bother you?”
You can’t help but ask the question.
Clark is far from normal, but even he should have reservations about your situation.
“You mean because you’re a demigod?”
“Yes.”
“Why does it matter?”
You stare at him in disbelief. He’s talking as if it’s a condiment on your food or a rock in someone’s shoe.
Clark tries to move closer, and it’s almost your instinct now to flee. Because around him you can’t seem to control your emotions. He pauses, noticing your need to keep a distance.
“Do you care that I’m Kryptonian?”
“Not really.”
That doesn’t really matter.
“Then why would it be a problem? Shouldn’t I give you the same benefit that you’re giving me?”
His rationalizations make sense. You know that. But it still feels like a lot.
“I don’t care about any of it. You’re the only thing that matters.”
The sincerity behind those words actually make you blush.
You look away.
“This is..strange..”
You’ve never really met a boy that you didn’t want to punch.
Clark smiles at the little furrow in your brows.
“You’ve never been kissed before, have you?”
You bit your lip, shaking your head, refusing to look at him.
“I’ve never had a desire to but that day I…”
Your hand moves to your lips.
“I liked it.”
You admit bashfully.
He’s happy with that statement.
“Do you want to try again?��
It’s a bit of a whisper and you swallow, looking up when he’s managed to close the little distance. He’s right in front of you. His arms settle on your shoulder, and this time it’s much harder to get rid of the redness of your cheeks.
“I-I don’t know how to mph-”
He kisses you softly, and you let out an involuntary moan. Clark smiles against your lips, pulling you close. You love it. The feel of him, of this. It’s amazing. Otherworldly. You never realized how good such human activities felt. You always just summed it up to their often primitive behavior. But you never considered a lot. Like how similar you are to them.
Control is not your strong suit either.
Clark parts after a few heated seconds, and you’re left trying to even your breathing. He hasn’t fully pulled away.
“I can teach you everything..”
He whispers against your lips.
You gulp.
Surely you have a lot to learn.
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My Hero Superman AU; Snippets #2
Overhaul(in his monster form): I will not submit!
Inko(angrily charging at him as Wonder Woman): You will!
Inko(with lightning coursing through her): TO ME!!!
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Hisashi(as Superman fighting Re-Destro): So what?!
Hisashi(pushing Re-Destroy back with each punch): You’re All for One’s “boy” now?!
Hisashi(venting his frustration): I’M SICK AND TIRED OF ALL FOR ONE!!!
Hisashi: *Proceeds to punch Re-Destro into a mile-long trench*
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Izuku:*tanking Bakugo’s explosion during a training exercise*
Katsuki(frustrated with his veins bulging an unhealthy amount, tries punching him only to SEVERELY break his own hand): AAAARRRRGHHH!!!
Izuku(tanking punch, and grabbing him by his collar, with amusement): You know if the explosions didn’t work, why the punching?
Izuku(“softly” pushes Bakugo through a wall): I will never understand that.
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Recovery Girl(talking about Izuku): Genetically speaking, Asui and Tokoyami are more human than Izuku.
Recovery Girl(while Izuku is punching a Nomu into space): Kryptonians are considered Demi-gods under a yellow sun, and his mother’s half-Amazonian.
Recovery Girl: For all intents and purposes…
Recovery Girl(as Izuku punches the Nomu THROUGH the moon leaving a small hole through it): My grandson is a New God.
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News Reporter(panicking): We’re going down!!!
News Helicopter is falling out of the air during a villain attack, only to be caught and gently placed down by a white and pink blur.
Helicopter Pilot(thankful): Thank you Super-
Helicopter Pilot(confused): Who the heck are you?!
Eri(7 year old a LITERAL day after receiving One for All from her father): Isn’t it obvious?
Eri(shows off her Uravity costume with a red cape and Superman “S” on her chest, while hovering in the air with her great-grandma’s Float quirk): I’m SUPERGIRL, Daughter of Superboy and Uravity!
Ochaco(panicking at the UA dorms, watching the news): MY BABY!!!
Villain(attempts to throw a car at Eri only for her to turn around and use Black Whip from her eyes in place of Heat Vision to cut it apart): …
Villain: You’re going to punch me now, aren’t you?
Eri(floating down): Yes, don’t worry I’ll try not to leave a mark.
Villain(thankful smile): You really are his kid aren’t you?
Eri(while punching him): Yup.
Izuku(as Superboy with his “dad” voice): And just what do you think you’re doing young lady?
Eri(panicking and takes off flying): Uh, sorry super-hearing! EMERGENCY!GOTTOGOBYE!
Izuku(takes off after her): I KNOW YOU DON’T HAVE SUPER-HEARING! GET BACK HERE YOUNG LADY!
Ochaco(back at the dorm): *hyperventilating into paper bag from worry with her friends trying to comfort her*
Inko(rubbing her back): Don’t worry dear, it’ll get easier.
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Monoma(to Eri): You wanna take this outside!
Monoma(raving like a madman): I’ll THROW DOWN WITH A 7 YEAR OLD!!! I DON’T CARE!!!
Ochaco(in an even tone): Touch a single hair on her head and they won’t find your body…
Izuku: *eyes glowing red from heat-vision*
Monoma(seats back down with the fear of death in him): Actually I DO care.
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Shouto: Mina, Denki.
Mina+Denki(look up): What?/Need something?
Shouto(with a straight face): Are you two Izuku’s long lost siblings?
Mina(taken aback): WHAT?!?
Denki(nonchalant shrug): Probably.
Mina(confused): Huh, how!?
Denki: Figured we’re probably secret clones of him, what with you looking like a female, pink version of him.
Denki: And me being able to do this.
Denki: SHAZAM!
Denki:*Struck by lightning*
Mina+Shouto(panicking): Denki!/Oh my god!
Denki(looking like Izuku with yellow eyes and wearing a red and gold costume with a white cape and hood with a lightning bolt on his chest): See?
Mina(shocked): Since when could you do that?!
Denki(as Shazam): About two days ago, I heard a voice in my head telling me to say that word.
Izuku+Hisashi(flying in): What happened?! is everyone alri-*see Denki as Shazam*WHAT THE HELL?!?
Inko(races in): What’s wro-*sees Denki*…
Denki: So not to freak you out, but I think I’m a secret clone of Izuku.
Inko(hugs him): ANOTHER SON!!!
Shouto(snaps fingers): So he IS Izuku’s brother.
Shouto(looks at Mina): What about you?
Mina(looks at her own hands): I don’t know what to believe anymore!
Recovery Girl(from other room): She’s a clone to, I had both their DNA tested against Izuku’s.
Mina(freaked out): What?! When?!
Inko(hugs her to): A DAUGHTER!!!
Eri(joins the group hug): I HAVE AN AUNTIE AND UNCLE!!!
Mina(suffocating): NEED…AIR!!!
Denki(undisturbed by super-strength fueled hugs): This feels oddly nice.
Ochaco(amused at Izuku and Hisashi): Hahahaha!
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Momo(looking at her boyfriend in exasperation): Do you plan on asking everyone if they’re a random hero’s child Shouto?
Shouto(looking back at her): Depends, are you Green Lantern’s daughter?
Momo(facepalms): Oh my god.
Momo(looks up with frustration): I ALREADY TOLD YOU THAT MY DAD WAS THE SECOND ONE!!!
Momo: THE ONE WITH BROWN HAIR!!!
Shouto(smirking): Then yes, I will.
Momo: …
Momo(proceeds to summon her own ring and make a giant construct bat to smack her idiot boyfriend with): RRRAAAAARRRRGHHH!!!
Shouto(panicking before getting whacked): Wait, WAIT I’M SOR-AAAARRRGGGH!!!
Izuku+Ochaco(watching Shouto get hit): HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
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when sunlight wanes
(also on ao3 if u wanna go there :)
There are many benefits to having watched The Wizard of Oz as many times as Kara did growing up, but at the moment she would say that the absolute best thing about it is her consequential ability to run the dialogue and soundtrack in her mind instead of disturbing the peacefulness that comes with being awake at three in the morning – when the noises she has to worry about are so relatively insignificant, it takes almost no effort to hear her own thoughts.
Even so, in the quiet stillness of the night, it’s not long before whispers of ruffling curtains and lazy yawning tickle her ears as half-awake steps emerge from their bedroom, trailing towards the couch. It’s not much of a surprise, either – neither her nor Lena do very well sleeping without one another.
So, when her girlfriend sits down directly behind her – arms snaked around the blonde’s middle as her chin finds its home in the crook of her neck, – there are no words needed. Kara just sinks into the contact, takes in the scent of home, and lets their breathing sync together. Runs her hands across sleep-warm forearms before interlacing fingers with ever-chilly ones, and bringjng a pale hand up to her lips – a kiss on its palm in form of greeting.
She lets herself think of soulmates, of feeling whole, and of all the other things she would believe Lena thinks its bullshit were it not for the way her eyes glow when Kara talks about it, and talks about them, as if the two were synonyms that could be used interchangeably in the most beautiful of poems.
Anyways, she’s rambling now.
The point is: it’s nearly morning, Dorothy and Toto are following the Yellow Brick Road, and Lena and Kara are lost in bliss and the perfect balance between holding and being held. And for a while, that’s all they need.
But she’s not surprised, either, when Lena’s lips meet her shoulder in the gentlest of kisses before her girlfriend settles back into her previous position and exhales softly, arms tightening nearly imperceptibly around the Kryptonian.
“We were getting better at this,” she murmurs eventually; not hesitant or scared to bring it up – not after everything they’ve been through, – but calm. Calm in her concern, calm in her love, calm even in the slight disappointment Kara knows she must feel at not having been reached out to.
“I’m sorry,” the blonde sighs, straightening her spine and thumbing over knuckles that lay under her own. “It was just- it wasn’t that bad, and you’ve had such a tiring week, and-and we have so much to do in the next few days, it just seemed kind of silly-“
“Darling,” Lena pauses the movie, then rearranges her position on the couch until she can find her girlfriend’s eyes without breaking off their embrace. The green of them is piercing in its inquisition. Safe, but almost painful to look at. Like Kara knows it’s determined to break down too many walls on its quest to heal the wounds in her soul. As though healing is possible, but it will bring her so much pain, she finds herself wondering if it’s even worth it. “Do you want me here?”
But the green of those eyes is also the color she loves most, and to be untruthful before such beauty is a crime Kara has vowed never to commit again. So, maybe she can’t bear the weight of Lena’s gaze as she admits vulnerability, but Kara nods in confirmation anyway. Even if she needs to look away in order to do so.
“Then I don’t care,” the youngest Luthor points out, tucking a strand of golden hair behind Kara’s left ear, then cupping her cheek as her thumb draws featherlight patterns on the skin there. “This isn’t a one-way street.” Kara leans into it. “You look after me, I look after you. That’s the deal.”
“I know,” she deflates, eyes downcast. Because those are the rules. Unspoken, but present long before confessions of love and promises of forever, then officially set in place when they both realized just how inexperienced they were at this whole permanence thing.
Still, though.
That doesn’t mean they’re easy to follow.
“I’m trying,” she looks up apologetically.
And Lena… Lena comes impossibly closer, then plants a kiss on her forehead. “I know you are,” she breathes out the soft words, before kissing her again and retreating with an even softer smile, like it doesn’t matter that Kara is invulnerable.
Though of course, after that, Kara isn’t.
Her eyes fill up with tears that are promptly wiped away, two pale hands now cradling the superhero’s face as Kara’s fiddle with the ends of Lena’s sweater.
“It’s so stupid,” her voice makes its way through the knot in her throat, and she wants to scream at the uselessness of it all. Agitation gradually takes over as the anger she’s been quelling finds its way back up to the surface, so the Kryptonian disentangles herself from the very accidentally-breakable human she loves.
It feels wrong. And lonely. And typical.
“It happened, there’s nothing I can do about it,” she gets off the couch and starts pacing almost on default. “Besides, not all of Krypton is gone anyways, so I just don’t see why I can’t move on and stop dreaming about it. They were there, I wasn’t. I don’t get to-“
“Don’t say that,“ Lena’s tone is protective. She never did stand down when anyone was unfair to Kara. “This isn’t a trauma competition. You know that’s not how it works.”
“They’re happy, Lena,” Kara exclaims, big, pleading eyes. “And not like we’re happy. They’re…” she scoffs, “carefree. They felt the ground shake apart as the rest of the world blew to pieces, and it’s like it left no mark whatsoever on them.”
“Maybe,” her girlfriend gathers her hands on top of her knees and leans forward ever so slightly. In the past, especially before, Kara’s been on the receiving end of a gaze similar to this – when Lena will stop at nothing to make herself heard, – but there’s more to it, too. There’s that gentleness that’s reserved only for Kara, that unconditional understanding that never fails to ground her. “Or maybe they have nightmares about it that might never really go away.”
The thing about that gaze, though, is that in moments like this, it’s also very efficient at bringing tears to the Kryptonian’s eyes. Kara turns around, brings the back of her hand up to her face in an attempt to wipe off the flow of emotions that keeps coming.
She hates it.
Two hands settle on her shoulder, thumbs stroking the skin there, but make no move other than that. It’s Lena, Kara reminds herself. She doesn’t have to be strong with Lena. She gets to fall apart.
When the Girl of Steel turns around, crumbling under shimmering green, she leans into it.
One hand snakes around her waist to pull her close, while the other comes up to cradle the back of her head. With her face buried into the crook of Lena’s neck and her hands clinging on to the woman who shelters her heart, she lets it bleed.
You will do extraordinary things, her mother had said. Of course, she never got to tell her that she would have done anything to be mediocre.
I won’t fail Kal-El, or you, and then the shockwave from Krypton’s demise hit her pod, and she broke her promise for the first time.
Sound doesn’t travel in space, which means the crack she heard as her world crumbled to pieces must have come from herself. And as Kara watches it play out from her pod’s rearview mirror for the nth time, she crumbles down as well. Only, this time, Lena is there to catch her.
Lena, who keeps whispering I’m right here, and It’s okay, I’ve got you, and countless other reassurances that prove to Kara that her story may be one of devastating loss, but it has also gifted her with treasures beyond her comprehension.
She doesn’t know how long she spends crumpled up into Lena on the floor of their apartment, its once-silent atmosphere now filled with body-wracking sobs and trembling hands that grab onto her girlfriend’s sweatshirt probably way more tightly than its fabric was made to withstand, as well as paradoxal pleas that Lena get back so she won’t hurt her, which only get those arms to pull her impossibly closer.
And she needs it.
Kara knows she needs moments like this, but it’s dangerous. It’s terrifying, because for all her abilities, the one thing she seems to do best at is losing people. And she doesn’t know what she will do if she loses this.
If she loses Lena.
“You won’t,” the woman’s hands are cradling her face now, desperate green eyes piercing into hers, and that’s when Kara realizes she’s been repeating I can’t lose you, over and over again. “Kara, I need you to listen to me, alright? You won’t lose me. I’m here with you. I’m staying.”
The woman who was once believed to be the Last Daughter of Krypton doesn’t have the heart to tell her there is no way she could possibly control that. The youngest Luthor leans closer, forehead resting against her own as two pairs of eyes let go of desolate tears, together.
“Darling, I will never leave your side,” Lena whispers her reassurance, bittersweet against the knowledge of how flimsily a promise like this holds when faced with the wrong circumstances. Of course they know – how could they not?
They choose to bask in it, anyway.
Because they can, for a little while.
And how absolutely extraordinary is that?
Her emotions settle down a bit after that. They watch the rest of the movie – Kara sitting between Lena’s legs, cuddled into her chest as she lets the sound of her girlfriend’s heartbeat lull her into a serene sort of heartache. When the credits roll, Lena tightens the grip of her left arm which has been wrapped protectively around the blonde’s middle, and pauses the movement of her left hand, which has been languidly stroking Kara’s hair.
She lets out a disgruntled noise at that, but Lena’s thumb brushes against her cheek, so delicate Kara almost thinks she’s imagining it, then soft whispers follow.
“Darling, are you still awake?”
In response, Kara mumbles incoherently and burrows deeper into the safety of her girlfriend’s embrace. A moment after Lena chuckles softly at the blonde’s sleepy indignance, her fingers go back to slowly untangling the mess that Kara’s hair has become.
“Are you aware of how astounding you are?” Lena continues, voice low and musing, almost as if she doesn’t really mind whether Kara is listening or not, wants to say it all the same. “Sometimes I feel like I don’t tell you enough,” she confesses. “It’s no secret that I’m not very good at saying how I feel.” A wet chuckle. If Kara opened her eyes, she’d find her face being inspected by adoring green eyes. It’s okay that she doesn’t, though, because everything about Lena exhales unabashed love right now.
“But you are so, so precious, my love. You are strong, and kind, and you have this beaming grin – oh, I wish you could see it.” Featherlight, her fingers trace Kara’s features as she speaks; the outline of her eyebrow, the dry tear tracks ok her cheek, the outside of her bottom lip. “D’you know, the smile itself isn’t even the best part? It’s your eyes. There’s a glow to them that makes it seem like, for a moment, all of that yellow sun energy that courses through you is shared with the outside world, and everything feels brighter, and whatever one hopes for feels closer to the realm of possibility. It’s… ethereal. I can’t imagine anyone being immune to that. And I’m pretty sure it’s what first roped me in – having had the privilege to experience that.”
By now, Kara’s tear ducts have made an excellent job of welling up the space behind her closed eyelids, but she doesn’t dare move – the way her fist reflexively tightens around the NCU sweatshirt that’s been long claimed by her girlfriend, the only indication that she’s conscious at all.
Lena lets out an adoring breath, the one that seems to be reserved for Kara and Kara alone, then adjusts her arms so the blonde will be cradled even more closely into her middle, if that’s possible.
“Now, you should listen closely, because this is the most important part: you’re like our own piece of the Sun, everyone can see that. But that’s not what made me fall in love with you. You, Kara Zor-El, stole my heart with the contrast you hold between light and darkness. That complexity in your story – the fact that you have such frightening demons, yet you persevere? That gave me strength to believe I could do the same.
“So, I know you feel the need to be strong in face of the world and the people you love – I know it’s one of the ways you try to protect us – but you don’t have to be strong with me. I love your heart in its entirety, and whatever it goes through, I want to be here. If it breaks, I want to help you mend it. If it’s clad in scars, I want to kiss them. And if old wounds reopen in the face of adverse conditions, I want to be here to nurse it back to health. I want to be by your side through it all.”
Kara finally opens her glistening eyes and looks up at her girlfriend, finding that Lena’s aren’t much better off. The Kryptonian moves to tuck a stray lock of raven hair behind the youngest Luthor’s ear, smirks affectionately, and then-
“I thought the heart was ‘merely a blood-pumping muscle, wholly unrelated to emotional matters’,” she quotes the discussion from a few movie nights ago.
Lena laughs, a delicate, yet indignant thing.
“I cannot believe you just destroyed the mood by bringing up a point that I wasn’t even the one to make!”
“You agreed with him, that was enough,” Kara giggles, grinning wide, and she wonders if what Lena described is happening right now.
Maybe it’s their way of dealing with the emotionally charged past few hours that cause the couple to find themselves in a fit of laughter which ends up tightening the knot that’s been lodged in Kara’s throat just enough. When tears roll down her cheeks again, Lena tenderly wipes them, and when glossy green eyes set free tears of their own, Kara is the one to wipe those.
“I love you so much,” is all she’s able to say – the pressure in her temples and exhaustion finally hitting full force, – but given her girlfriend’s tight-lipped smile, hurried nod, and kiss to Kara’s forehead as she tries not to cry any further, it’s enough.
They don’t go back to bed that night, too comfortable in their arrangement to move even an inch. Instead, Kara settles back into the crook of her girlfriend’s neck, Lena’s fingers resume stroking golden hair, and for a few minutes, tears flow freely, quietly.
As the Sun rises behind the living room window, their hearts beat in unison, and their slowing breathing aligns. It’s safe to say neither Catco’s Editor-in-Chief, nor the Foundation’s CEO will be able to work more than a half-day this Tuesday.
Nodding off to tranquility seeping through her bones and peace surrounding her in a warm hug, Kara can’t find it in herself to care.
#supergirl#supergirl cw#lena luthor#supercorp#kara danvers#melissa benoist#katie mcgrath#kmcg#supercorp fanfic#supercorp ao3#supergirl ao3
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*Cracks Knuckles*
If I was a writer at DC currently, specifically in the Superman office, I’d make some big event that revolves around more of Clark’s memories being unlocked and use that as an excuse to bring everyone in the Superfamily back together.
It would start with Kon, who remembers the the past Supergirls and how much he misses them. It would then transition to Metropolis being attacked by Xenon, who’s gunning after Kara and nearly kills her. Kon would have a moment where he remembers hearing that name, and Clark reveals that he also recalls it, but can’t think of from where. After doing some digging, and maybe having to fight him again and just barely win, they realize he’s going after not just Kara, but all Supergirls. So this leads to “Supergirl Hunt”
They go to the Flashfam for help, since this is against someone who’s crossing timelines out of an obsessive drive. The first to be found is Cir/Mia, who’s been running from Xenon for a while now. She crashes into the current reality being chased by Xenon’s goons, running low on energy. Kara saves her and brings her to the fortress so she can rest, and the Superfam talk about their next move. Once John Henry and Nat arrive, Nat instantly remembers Cir, and they have a nice tearful reunion. (Side note: this sets the stage for Cir “wanting to get the team back together” leading to the Supergirls Team of Mia, Traci, and Nat reforming).
Meanwhile, as the Super and Flashfam try to remember others, Xenon attacks Metropolis once more, while also having his henchmen cause trouble for the other heroes in the world to keep them from helping out. This time, he’s gunning for Lana and Karen. However, just as Clark and Kon get there, they’re saved.
It would be revealed that Linda and Mae not only made it to Prime Earth after the events of Convergence, but they also fused together following Dark Crisis and Infinite Frontier. Realizing that he’s severely outnumbered and against the one who banished him to begin with, Xenon retreats to his lair. Meanwhile, the Superfam all meet up again. Clark remembers each of them, and Linda-Mae bawls at the sight of Kara, who’s older and alive, and not doomed to die like she believed she’d sent her to be.
Anyways, the Superfam go to Xenon’s lair for a final confrontation, where he’s already waiting for them. He reveals he’s got two surprises of his own, being Chris and Laney (Jon Lane from the N52), who he rescued out of time himself, and then brainwashed. They’ve come into the powers of the Nightwing and Flamebird gods respectively, and are his “ace up his sleeve” to finally kill not only Linda, but the entire Superfam.
Blah blah blah. Big ass battle ensues. Chris fights against Jon, Clark, and John Henry while Laney dukes it out with Kon and the Karas. Linda, Kenan, and Lana, meanwhile, go for Xenon, being non-Kryptonians. During the battle, Kon’s abilities begin to falter and it’s revealed that this is the event where he begins to lose them. Laney goes nova with the powers of the Flamebird, and Kon attempts to sacrifice himself. This makes Lane remember the N52 Kon and helps him break Xenon’s control over him, but it’s too late by that point. Kon grabs Lane, and uses his telekinesis make a bubble around them, keeping everyone else out as the solar flare goes off. But surprise surprise, he’s alive for reasons that’ll be revealed later on.
Meanwhile, Chris has managed to take down John Henry, albeit softly, and is turning all of his attention to Clark and Jon. He accuses Clark of trying to replace him, and being so happy now that he’s surrounded by a real blood family (little shot at DC and their eugenics fest). Clark ofc denies it, and Chris tells him to prove it after opening up portals all around Jon to suck him down. Jon tries to pull a Kon and instead rushes Chris, taking them both through a portal that lands them in the Phantom Zone. Clark cries.
In the end, Linda, Kenan, and Lana defeat Xenon and banish him once again, this time using Kenan’s magic to send him to the Underworld.
Sorry this got so long, this is something I’ve been sitting on for a while now and just really wanted to share wkdhzbajwhsve
This is the kind of passion I like to see. You seem to have a clear and unique vision that would definitely add to the richness of DC and I like that you're incorporating elements across the various Earths we've seen. I gotta know what happens to Chris and Jon though?!
I feel a lot of Chris Kent fans and Superfans would have complaint about this but if it ends on good note...
I appreciate the jab towards DC and their penchant for sweeping adopted family out of the way in favor of biological family.
Tell me what you would do if you had full creative control to write for DC with NO push back from editors and who would you piss off the most with your unhinged creative wiles?
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I wrote a Timkon drabble (read: 3k words lmao) based on some amazing art by @clambuoyance (hi, I hope you enjoy this!), which you can find here. Go check it out (and go check out her art in general bc it's really really good) :)
Afterwards, he doesn’t remember much of what happened. Tim, perched on the windowsill and only visible because he’s silhouetted by the light of a full moon, tells him that’s for the best. Conner doesn’t want to think about what means.
Not that he’s awake for long enough to think about anything. He falls asleep to the feather-light touch of Tim’s lips brushing his cheek.
Clark is sleeping in a chair beside the bed. A hospital bed. His bed. Whatever. Things are still fuzzy, and Conner’s head hurts too much to try and think beyond “why is Clark sleeping in a chair next to my bed”.
He thinks Clark was already there when Tim visited him that one night, but then he’s not sure if Tim was ever there at all. It might have just been a dream.
It probably was, considering how hazy the memory feels.
He goes back to sleep and hopes he’ll see Tim again.
He wakes up hot and in pain. Someone is stroking his hair, murmuring softly, soothingly. Someone else is talking, loud enough that it makes Conner’s head feel like it’s about to explode. He only knows he made a sound because he can feel it in the dry, nauseating ache in his throat.
The voice that’s trying to soothe him picks up pace, and now it sounds like they’re talking to the other person present. It sounds like they’re scolding someone. Conner is pretty sure it’s Lois doing the scolding. He’s been on the receiving end of it enough to know it by heart.
Dimly, he wonders who she’s talking to. Clark, maybe? He thinks he remembers Clark sleeping by the bed, so he might still be there.
Conner tries tuning in to the conversation, and sure enough he hears presumably Lois say, “Keep it down, Clark. You’re hurting him.”
A bigger hand lands on his shoulder, a thumb rubbing gentle circles into the joint. A heavy sigh. Then, “I’m sorry.”
Sleep drags him under before anyone can ask Clark what he’s sorry for.
Lois is passed out in a chair when he wakes up. Actually wakes up, not just being briefly lucid. She looks tired, so he lets her sleep as he surveys his surroundings. The room itself isn’t familiar, but the atmosphere of the place is. Conner thinks it might be Mount Justice, but there are no windows in the infirmary in Mount Justice.
He’s in bed, wearing a cotton tee and a pair of sweatpants that definitely aren’t his. There’s a thin tube in his hand. An IV, his mind supplies. I’ve seen it on Tim before.
That’s a little odd. He shudders to think of things that could injure him so badly he needs to have an IV.
The bed is comfortable, though, and he’s happy to sag back against the pillows for a while. He wants to try and remember what happened, why he’s here, but that would require energy he does not have right now.
He lets his head hit the pillow and watches over Lois as she gets some much-needed rest.
It’s Lois who tells him, a few days after the first time he woke up. She’s holding one of his hands in hers, her thumb rubbing back and forth across his knuckles as she tells him there was an explosion. It involved an amount of gold Kryptonite that would’ve been lethal to a full Kryptonian. For once, Conner’s human DNA came in handy, but it had still been touch and go for a while.
It’s been two weeks since the explosion. One week and six days since Clark realized Conner’s wounds weren’t healing of their own. One week and five days since Tim had found out what was in the explosion.
Gold Kryptonite. The only strain of Kryptonite known to be able to take away a Kryptonian’s powers.
Permanently.
Conner thinks Clark made Lois tell him because he knows Conner can’t be mad at her. Conner doesn’t know what he hates more: that Clark is manipulating both of them like that, or that it’s working.
Because he knows that if Clark was the one telling him this, they would have to restrain Conner by now. Except, that would apparently be a lot easier now.
As it is, he just tells them both to get out. Clark gives him a sad look before he complies. Lois squeezes a hand and whispers, “Honey, I know it’s hard, but…”
She never finishes her sentence, and Conner repeats, “Please, just go.”
He can’t bear to meet her eyes as she gets up. She hesitates for a moment longer, then bends down and smooths his hair back from his face before kissing his forehead. Conner has seen her do it with Jon as she tucks him into bed. He underestimated how nice it feels.
“Rest, honey,” she says softly, and then walks out of the room.
Conner rolls on his side. It pulls on the healing burns on his back and side, but it doesn’t hurt thanks to the amount of painkillers they pumped into him. Shame those meds don’t do the same for the ache that’s settling into a part of himself he can’t name.
He turns his face into the pillow and sobs.
Tim climbs in through the window that night. He’s in civilian clothing, which briefly amuses Conner until he remembers that, oh yeah, everything that was ever important about me is gone.
Tim doesn’t say anything as he crosses the room and goes to sit on the edge of his bed. Conner just looks at him.
His hair is messier than Conner has ever seen it, and there are white bandages peeking out from where the shoulder of his hoodie slips down his arm. Conner knows they’re from the explosion. He knows because he was trying to protect Tim from that same explosion.
Even with his powers, he couldn’t keep Tim safe.
Maybe he wasn’t as important as he thinks he was.
“I’m sorry,” he says, at the same time Tim does.
Tim’s head jerks up and he finally meets Conner’s eyes. His own are wide, such a pale shade of blue that Conner can see their color brightly even in the dark room. Even without his heightened senses.
“What are you sorry for?” Tim asks, and he sounds breathless. “You saved my life, Kon, you- I wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t… And I- you lost-”
“I’d do it again,” Conner rushes out, and he means it, and he hates that he means it because he’s never been hurt like this and he wants it to stop. “I’d do it again.”
Tim looks down again, and Conner looks to the other side of the room because he thinks he’s going to cry if he keeps looking at Tim. But his eyes keep straying back towards him, towards the gauze on his exposed neck. More burns.
“I’m sorry,” Tim says again. “I’m sorry you lost your powers.”
“Yeah,” Conner replies. “Me too.”
They’re not ready for this conversation yet, their wounds still too raw and painful, and Tim seems to realize it. He gestures to the small space on Conner’s side and asks, “Can I…”
Conner scoots closer to the edge of the bed, and Tim lies down next to him. He’s careful as he wraps an arm around Conner’s shoulders, and Conner tucks his head into the crook of Tim’s neck. Tim runs a hand through his hair, gently teasing out the knots that Conner has stopped paying attention to. He needs to cut it. It’s singed to hell and back, and it’s uncomfortable, but he isn’t allowed out of bed yet.
Having a completely human physiology sucks.
But it sucks a little less with Tim’s arms around him.
It takes another week before Doctor Thompkins (he’s in Gotham, of all places) clears him to get out of bed, and she’s very insistent on him taking it slow. As if he could do anything else. His burns hurt and he doesn’t have super speed anymore.
The good news is she also clears him to have visitors other than Lois and the Kents (and Tim, who sneaks in every night, and Conner is pretty sure Doctor Thompkins knows this, but she never mentions it). By visitors other than Lois and the Kents, she mostly means she finally trusts he’s healed up enough to allow Bart in his vicinity.
He thinks it’s a little mean until Bart dashes into the room and wraps him in a bone-crushing hug. A familiar voice behind him calls out, “Careful, Bart!”
It brings an automatic but genuine grin to Conner’s face. Cassie’s voice is like an island in a stormy sea, and when Bart draws back enough that Conner can see her behind him, the sight of her is like sunlight breaking through the clouds.
It’s also a bitter reminder of what he’s lost, but what isn’t these days?
She comes over and hugs him, more carefully than Bart but tighter than Tim had, not yet used to his now very human bones. She kisses his cheek and smiles at him.
“You look well.”
It’s bullshit, and they both know it because Cassie’s nose scrunches up before she bursts into laughter, right alongside him. Then she reaches out and rubs her fingers over his buzzed hair and says, genuinely, “The haircut looks good, though.”
“It’s not like it could look worse,” Bart teases from where he’s upside down in one of the chairs. “Tim showed us the picture he took of the two of you a couple of nights back. You really do look better.”
Conner only manages to bite back a sarcastic retort because Bart’s eyes are wide and so damn innocent when he says that, that he’s convinced his teammate is being serious.
“Thanks,” he says instead, and when Bart’s face lights up with a smile, he knows it’s the right thing to say. “So, how have you guys been?”
The smile instantly vanishes again, and Bart exchanges a look with Cassie.
She sits down cross-legged on his bed before replying. “It’s… Different without you. We miss you.”
Something tightens in Conner’s chest. Longing. Because, and he’s thought about this a lot since Lois gently broke the news to him, he’s not going to be a part of their team anymore. He still calls them his teammates, but he shouldn’t because he’s no longer a part of that team. He can’t be.
Cassie hugs him again, and Bart is there too, and they hold tight.
It’s his third week of full consciousness when Clark visits. He walks in, sinks down in the chair by Conner’s bed, and says, “I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you the past few weeks.”
Straightforward. Lois no doubt told him to be.
“Okay,” Conner replies, because he’s not sure what else to say.
Clark blinks owlishly and then leans forward. “Kon, I can’t imagine how difficult this is for you, and I’m so sorry this is happening to you.”
“Okay,” he repeats.
“If you want to talk about it, I’m here,” Clark offers, and the only thing that keeps Conner from saying “okay” again, is that Clark looks like he’s going to have an aneurysm if he does.
“Thanks,” he says instead. “I’ll keep it in mind.”
The look on Clark’s face is a blend of surprise and exasperation that Conner would find funny, but he’s not really finding anything funny today because his burns hurt like hell and everything sucks.
Still, he takes a mental polaroid of Clark opening and closing his mouth a few times as if he’s a very large goldfish, for when he’s in the mood to laugh about it.
“Do you want a hug?” Clark asks then, and Conner wonders if he looks as stupid as Clark did mere seconds ago.
“Yeah,” he says, because Conner will die before admitting it, but Clark gives really good hugs and honestly, he could use one today. “Just be careful.”
Clark is, almost painfully so, and when he speaks, it’s with the same voice he uses to soothe Jon into going back to sleep after the kid has a nightmare. It makes Conner’s heart ache, makes him long for something he’s never had.
“Having a bad day, huh?” Clark asks, softly rubbing a hand down his back.
Conner just nods. If he speaks, he’s going to burst into tears.
“I know you might not believe this right now,” Clark says, his voice rumbling in his chest, “but you’re going to be okay, Kon. One way or another, you’re going to be okay. You’re stronger than you know.”
So much for not crying in front of Clark.
“Oh, Conner.”
He’s pretty sure he can actually hear Clark’s heart break.
“I was supposed to be you someday,” Conner whispers, so softly that he thinks the only reason Clark can even hear him is because of his enhanced hearing, “and now all I’m ever gonna be is me.”
Clark holds him tighter. “Conner, all you ever have to be is you. You’re amazing the way you are, no matter with what intentions or for what purpose you were brought into this world.”
“But I don’t even know who I am,” he admits, his breath hitching halfway through that sentence. “Not- not like this.”
“You’re Conner Kent,” Clark says. “You’re my family.”
Conner only notices that despite being called family, Clark uses his legal name rather than his Kryptonian one.
The day he’s discharged from the hospital, is a shitty one. The rain is coming down in sheets because this is Gotham, and the burns on Conner’s side are being a particular pain in the ass today.
But Tim is waiting for him outside with a purple umbrella that Conner knows belongs to Steph, and it brightens the grayness of it all a little.
He hasn’t seen Tim in a while, and he’s not sure what to say to him now that they’re standing in front of each other. But Tim smiles and says, “Hey.”
Which is a little… underwhelming, coming from his boyfriend whom he hasn’t seen in nine days.
Not that Conner had been counting.
“Really?” he asks. “That’s all? You avoid me for days, and all I get is hey?”
Tim’s face falls, and Conner immediately feels guilty, even though he knows he’s making a fair point.
“I’m sorry,” Tim apologizes. “Can we- Can we talk while we walk?”
Conner wants to say no. He wants to watch Tim squirm for an explanation to his behavior. He doesn’t do any of those things, because Conner knows it would only be him taking out his anger and frustration and bitterness on Tim. Tim deserves better than that.
All he does is nod, but it restores the smile on Tim’s lips and he leads the way through the streets of Gotham.
“I’m sorry for not visiting more often,” Tim begins after a minute or five. “You deserve better than that. I just… I feel really guilty for what happened to you, and I didn’t know how to be around you anymore.”
It only pisses Conner off more. “You didn’t know- Did you stop for a second to consider how I might feel about this, or where you so wrapped up in wallowing in guilt and self-pity that you didn’t realize how selfish you were being?” And oh, wow, he’s going for the throat apparently. “I needed you, Tim. And you weren’t there.”
Tim looks devastated, and all at once Conner’s anger vanishes. He stumbles over to a bench in a pathetic excuse for a park and sinks down on the cold metal, not caring about the dampness soaking into his sweatpants.
“I’m sorry,” he says genuinely. Even though everything he said was true, he could’ve brought it better. “My life hasn’t been making much sense lately. Not that it ever did, but…” He lets out a huff of humorless laughter. “You know what I mean.”
Tim sits down next to him, holding the umbrella over the two of them even though the bench beneath them is wet. “You don’t have to apologize. You’re right. I felt so guilty for what happened, and I couldn’t stand seeing you so- so defeated.”
Defeated. A clone of Superman. A month ago, Conner would have found the idea laughable.
“So I just didn’t see you at all,” Tim continues. He’s staring into the puddle beneath their feet as he talks. “But that was stupid of me. I was afraid you’d be angry with me because it’s my fault you got hurt, I never considered that you might have needed me. You know, I- sometimes I feel like I need you more than you need me, and then things like this happen and I’m reminded that that isn’t true. There’s no who needs who more, we just need each other.”
Conner rests his chin on Tim’s shoulder, kissing the side of his neck. He doesn’t say anything, but he feels like he doesn’t need to.
“So, how have you been?” Tim asks after a few minutes of listening to the rain battering the umbrella and each other’s breathing.
“Physically or mentally?” Conner asks, and he means it as a joke, but it comes out a little too weary for that. So he shrugs and decides to own it. “Doesn’t matter. Neither have been great.”
Tim nuzzles his hair. “Talk to me, Kon.”
“I mean… It’s just… Clark came by and he told me that I just had to be me, but I don’t know how to do that because without my powers, I don’t even know who I am. Before Clark accepted me into his family, I didn’t even have a name. I just had a purpose, and that was all I was.” The words are coming fast, faster than the downpour, and Conner can’t tell if he’s talking faster and faster, or if the rain is slowing down. “And then I met you guys, and I was a hero and a part of the team, and that was who I was, but now…”
“Hey,” Tim says, and he tilts Conner’s chin up until they’re looking into each other’s eyes. “You’re still a part of the team, Kon. It’ll be different, but you’re still a part of us.”
“But I don’t-”
“You’re one of us,” Tim firmly repeats. “And if you want to be on the team, then you’re going to be on the team. With or without powers, you’re still a hero if that’s who you want to be.”
“But-”
“Conner,” Tim groans, and Conner laughs because he likes it when Tim calls him Conner instead of Kon. “What I’m trying to say is that you are whoever you decide you want to be. And if that’s a hero and a part of our team, then that’s who you are. Your powers didn’t define you, Kon. Your heart does.”
When Conner remains silent, Tim seems to think he has said something wrong.
“I know it’s not gonna be easy, and you’re still recovering physically and mentally, and not every day is gonna be a good one, but-”
Conner cuts him off by quickly pecking his lips. “Are you done?”
Tim blinks. “Depends. If I start talking, will you kiss me again?”
Conner swats his arm, before wrapping an arm around his waist. “I love you, Tim Drake.”
Tim beams at him. “I love you too.”
It’s not a magical fix. There’s no magical fix for something as monumental as this –or maybe there is and no one has simply bothered to call Zatanna yet. But the knowledge that everyone he loves has his back, makes it a little more bearable.
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more on soft supercorp #1
“Tell me more about Krypton,” Lena prompted as she shifted, her mind is slightly hazy and the chipped paint on the edges of Kara’s ceiling were blurry. She was trying not to put all of her weight against Kara but she was failing- not that the Kryptonian probably minded or even felt it very much.
Kara didn’t mind of course, she pulled Lena closer and accommodated the new weight against her own.
“Similar to greek mythology, in Krypton we also had multiple Gods,” Kara whispered against Lena’s temple, fingers absently tracing the small patch of exposed skin from where Lena’s shirt rode up from all the shifting.
“You see, stars would be formed, pass away and reborn. And in our history, in our culture, some stars, some Gods, once they pass away, they have a choice to exist amongst us.”
Kara’s body was warm, and her voice warmer, lulling Lena into a state where she’s almost asleep but is not. She feels ompletely relaxed, breathing evenly against the slope of the blonde’s collarbone.
“They would be noted in history as some of the most influential people, they would be catalysts into forging Krypton’s culture, history, technology. They would come to represent the best parts of us.”
Lena is almost asleep now, and she feels the warmth of Kara’s lips press softly against the top of her head.
“And I think, if such a belief were also practiced in this world, if the stars were given the chance to live and be human, they would be a lot like you.”
#talk to me about the stars au#HAhahaAHahah#idk guys#i can't write anymore#anyways#supergirl#supercorp#nothing is true about this write up#idk what krypton's history or culture was or were#but really think about it though#the perfection and the imperfection of the stars#its a lot like#and i imagine them just curling up#and lena asking kara to tell her about krypton#and kara would indulge lena#and talk to her softly in kryptonian#because kara cant say she's in love with lena yet#because she's lost so much already#so she says it in kryptonian#just before lena falls asleep#and kara thinks lena cant hear or cant understand her#but lena does#AND I JUST#I JUST HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS ABOUT THIS OK#ok bye
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when kara gets back and lena quietly celebrates before slipping out the door when no ones looking. She books a flight—somewhere, anywhere, she doesnt really care. Just not here. It’s first class, of course, she may have lost access to l-corp’s private fleet but she didn’t lose her hatred of flying (unless its in kara’s arms).
The plan lands late in London. Lena stays overnight in a hotel overlooking the Thames and the London Eye, jet lag making her stay up all night sipping tea and watching the city lights flicker over the water and the dew slowly forming on the light posts and handrails. She tries not to think about what she left behind, about the lack of notifications on her phone. No one noticed she was gone, no one thought to check up on her. Without L-Corp, her phone was painfully devoid of emails, calls, and updates. She didnt miss the monotony of board rooms and kissing ass to men she didnt want or need, but to feel needed, to feel wanted was a longing that was so deeply rooted in her chest that it felt like she couldn’t breathe.
But it’s better this way. National City has its hero back. L-Corp is under the control of her demonic brother, but Lena doesn’t worry about him anymore. She knows Kara will protect the city and the world from whatever lex has planned. National City has nothing for her except a graveyard reminder of her sins. Sins she has to stop trying to atone for.
Maybe she’ll move to switzerland. It’s a nice, neutral country. No one will recognize her there. She can work at the large hadron collider or start her own tech company from scratch, just like she and jack had always planned. She could do real good get a fresh start away from her family. She had thought metropolis to national city was enough, but she was wrong. A luthor couldn’t share her home with a kryptonian after all.
at dawn lena falls asleep, tea mostly empty on the table beside her window seat. an immeasurable amount of time passes before a soft knock on the door wakes her. Half asleep, she uncurls herself from the ball she had rolled into to get comfortable in the too small chair. The knock comes again.
“god, im coming!” lena snaps at whoever has the audacity to wake her up at such an hour.
she half stomps to the door and flings it open. “i thought i told reception to—“
theres kara. at her door. at the door of her hotel room in london.
kara holds out a white cardboard box. “theyre fresh.”
lena stares at the box of what smells like scones like kara’s just handed her a bomb. kara herself looks like shes about to jump out of her own skin, fingers trembling as they grip the side of the box, hair in tangles like she didnt even bother to brush it when she changed out of the supersuit.
“you found me.” lena states.
“you left.” kara retorts.
lena takes the box of scones from kara’s still outstretched hands. “come in.” lena moves out of the doorway to allow kara to step inside. lena feels her own hands tremble; her body is alive with electricity, like just being around kara is making her synapses short circuit.
“why did you leave?” kara asks at the same time lena says “how did you find me?”
the both stop, each awkwardly gesturing the other to start talking. when they interrupt each other again, lena huffs a laugh and gestures for kara to finish.
“why did you leave?” kara asks, a sadness in her voice lena cant quite name.
“we both know i had to.” lena replies quietly.
“did someone say something?”
“dont patronize me by assuming that my actions depend on the opinions of other’s.” lena scoffs. “dont you see, kara? im not like you. im not like you or alex or brainy or nia. you all, you’re good. you make the right decisions. you save lives and dont hesitate to put others first. kara, i was ready to sacrifice national city—hell, the world— to get you back. If alex hadnt taken the tracking device from me...i dont think i would’ve made the decision to let you go.”
“lena.” kara stepped closer to her, taking one of lena’s hands gently in her own. “i know how it feels.”
“do you?”
“when we made that lead diffuser device to save the world from the daxamites. i made the choice to send mon-el away. i chose to poison the atmosphere and make this planet uninhabitable for him.”
“i dont understand. thats just you making the right choice again.”
kara chuckles softly, fidgeting with lena’s fingers as she stares down at their enjoined hands. “dont you remember? when edge put you on that plane with those chemicals to poison the water supply. i couldn’t let you go. i was fully prepared to let national city’s water be contaminated as the cost of saving you.”
“kara...” lena whispers, and kara looks up and meets her eyes.
“i need you to understand, lena.” kara cups lena’s jaw gently, so gently and pulls her in until their foreheads are touching. “if i was asked to sacrifice the world or you, i wouldnt choose to save the world. i would sacrifice anything, but not you. never you.”
lena feels a tear running down her cheek but makes no move to stop it.
“come back to national city.” kara pleads, voice barely above a whisper. “come back to me.”
lena reaches up and grips the hand that is still holding her cheek like a lifeline.
“always.”
#supergirl spoilers#supergirl cw#lena luthor#supercorp#supergirl#supercorp endgame#fanfiction#ficlet#not you/never you#kara danvers
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Hey! 8 from the happiness list or 7 from the sadness list please? If you're still taking prompts. I absolutely adore your work btw.
Well gosh, bruh 🥰
Happiness 8: Run away with me
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“You work too hard.”
“I work just enough to keep this place from rack and ruin, thank you very much.”
She’s staring intensely at some spreadsheet or whatever, likely trying to convince Kara that she’s fine, but the fatigue in her voice, the slump of her shoulders, and the dark circles around her eyes tell a different story. Kara shakes her head in exasperation. Uncrossing her arms, she eases off the doorframe and walks over to the desk. She closes the laptop, unhooks the phone, and carefully lifts Lena off her chair. Any other day, she would be complaining, but not tonight. Tonight, Lena wraps her arms around Kara’s neck and allows herself to be carried to the couch with nary a peep of protest. Kara lays her head on her lap, and starts to gently scratch her scalp. Almost immediately, Lena relaxes. Her breathing slows and the tension in her jaw evaporates.
The weight of the world she’s trying to change melts away, and all that’s left is Lena.
And she is beautiful.
“Run away with me.” Kara whispers.
Lena smiles. “Kara, don’t be ridiculous,” she says with a soft laugh, touching her chin to Kara’s knuckles. “You know we can’t do that.”
“Okay. Run away with me for a few weeks.”
Lena slowly opens her eyes at that. She looks like she might be considering it, so Kara continues.
“Come on, what do you say? You and me, anywhere you wanna go.”
Lena’s eyes shine.
“Anywhere?”
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The trip to Argo takes a day of planning and 46 hours of travel time. Lena spends half the trip asleep.
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It’s Alura who greets them when they land.
“Mom, you rememb—”
“Lena! Oh how wonderful of you to visit us!”
The older woman embraces her like an old friend, and gazes upon her like a daughter. And Kara’s heart feels like it might burst.
For the next few days, Kara feels like a museum guide in charge of an overcurious guest. But she doesn’t mind. Everything fascinated Lena. She was so eager to learn all that she could, and spent most of her time either poking around with some tech or falling asleep at her translator tablet. Kara finds her in such a state one day, seated like a shrimp in the study, her dark hair falling over her face. She takes the device, bookmarks the page (3277, energy… dark matter), and moves Lena to a more comfortable location.
She’s startled to find her father next to her, Lena’s reading glasses in hand.
“She is exceptional.”
“She is.”
“I’m glad you found each other. A match like yours is rare.”
Kara’s eyes widen at what Zor-El must be implying.
“Oh. Oh no, it’s not—”
Her father only gives her a cryptic nod and softly claps a warm hand to her shoulder. He plants a kiss to the crown of her head, then puts Lena’s glasses in her palm.
-
She’s walking through the courtyard one morning, when she spots her mother near a patch of flowering hedges. Not unusual, she loves those flowers. What is unusual is that those flowers are symbolic of the union of two souls.
And that she’s talking about them to Lena.
-
Lena approaches her one evening, asks to meet her in the gardens.
“So… Your mom,” She starts. “We were talking the other day and she uh, she thinks that we’re…” Lena’s hands flail about helplessly between the two of them.
Oh, Rao.
“Yeah, funny, my dad thinks so too… But don’t worry, I didn’t—”
“No, yeah, it’s fine… I mean, I’m not…”
This might be the most awkward, most embarrassing conversation in her entire life, Kara thinks. Not even that first date with what’s-his-name from junior high could top this.
Her feelings for Lena were never easy to deal with. She’d always resorted to avoidance whenever she was forced to face their existence. And now she’s finding that she might be exposed, by her own parents, no less…
“Sorry about that. They can be a little… nosy.”
She decides to have a talk with them later, ask them to never bring it up again. But then she glances sideways at Lena, sees how the fading rays of the red sun bring out the color of her eyes, hears the music in her quiet laugh, and--
And Kara wants that. Not for a few hours every week. She wants that every day, for the rest of her life.
“Would it be so horrible, though?” she asks. “Being… together. With me?”
Lena’s gaze meets hers for a moment, then turns downward to look at her own hands. When she looks up again, the smile Lena gives her leaves no room for misinterpretation, and hope swells bright and loud in Kara’s chest.
“I don’t think it would be horrible at all.”
“Kara, darling!” Alura calls out in Kryptonian. “Supper is ready.”
Kara yells out a response and turns back to Lena. She tentatively reaches out to her.
Lena takes her hand, and threads their fingers together.
Dinner gives way to (an only slightly competitive round of) Kryptonian chess, gives way to a quiet walk under the stars, and Kara figures this was the best dumb idea she’d ever had. Lena’s head rests on her shoulder, Kara turns her cheek into her hair. She looks down at their joined hands and Kara thinks she’s found something here, in the softness of the moon’s pale glow.
It started out as running away.
Now it felt like she was coming home.
#funny i never saw that line#i'm glad you did#this was a bit of a challenge but i quite enjoyed writing it#so thank you and i hope this one is to your liking 🙂#spaceman-earthgirl#rbmicrofics#supercorp#kara danvers#lena luthor#supergirl#working title: shrimp#asks open#more in the#prompt list#tag
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Day 2 - Secret
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As if getting the opportunity to meet and work with her role model wasn’t enough, now Nia’s meeting Lena Luthor over mimosas like it’s an ordinary day. A woman she had started following out of journalistic interest, only to quickly become a strong supporter as Lena navigated the mess her brother left behind. A woman she had only ever dared hope to meet in passing. She never imagined that Lena left L-Corp to visit CatCo very often with James Olsen as her CEO.
Seeing them both at Kara’s brunch leaves her feeling light headed and starstruck. She can barely think of replies as she’s introduced to everyone because she’s trying not to blurt out how much she admires Lena the moment Kara introduces them. She already did that to Kara, and once was enough embarrassment for the week. It doesn’t help that two seconds after arriving she starts to realize that she’s in the presence of a National City power couple. The two of them are all soft touches and private smiles as Kara keeps Lena’s flute glass filled without being asked, and they share a single plate because Kara seems too busy flitting from conversation to conversation playing hostess to get her own food.
It takes time to adjust to this new reality.
It’s a couple weeks before Nia no longer feels like she’s fighting the urge to fangirl every time she talks to either woman. Her admiration for both women is still strong, but quickly morphing into something softer, sturdier, as they start to form something resembling a friendship.
It’s another few weeks before Nia feels confident enough in their friendship to tease Kara. She knows now that Kara and Lena are extremely private people and have not made any attempts to make their relationship public. But they aren’t really being discreet either. So when Kara asks Nia to cover her over lunch because she wants to bring Lena some Big Belly Burger for the third time that month, Nia cannot be held responsible if she feels like teasing Kara a little bit.
“You got it, boss.” Nia winks, “your secret is safe with me.”
Nia just chuckles when Kara levels her with a look she can only assume is meant to be threatening.
They repeat this process many times over the next month. Everytime Kara runs off to interview Lena, or have lunch with Lena, or leave work early to have dinner with Lena, Nia just smiles and winks, or makes a joke that makes herself laugh.
“Why do you always do…that?” Kara finally asks as she motions at all of Nia.
“Do what?”
“You know…” Kara shifts from foot to foot as she adjusts her glasses. “Every time I say I’m going to see Lena you…” Kara flails a hand at Nia before finishing lamely. “Wink.”
“Oh!” Nia turns in her chair and lowers her voice. “Because no one knows you’re dating.”
Kara chokes on air as she immediately starts laughing, her laughter fading quickly as Nia watches her with a confused look.
“Lena and I aren’t dating!”
“You’re not?” Nia asks, her eyes growing wide when Kara shakes her head. “Oh god! I’m so sorry. I just assumed, at brunch you two were so couply. And you always take her lunch. And you leave work together most of the time. I just thought-”
“-that we were dating.” Kara says softly, as she falls back into her desk chair.
Nia watches her stare off somewhere over her shoulder.
“You really thought we were dating?”
Nia nods.
“Do you think Lena thinks we are dating?”
“Uhhh…” Nia freezes, unsure if Kara actually wants an answer. She’s saved when Kara stands up abruptly and pulls her bag over her head.
“I think I have to go.”
“Okayyy.” Nia drawls, uncertainty colouring her tone as Kara starts to speed walk away only to turn back towards her at the last second, her hands wrapped around the strap across her chest.
“What if she doesn’t?”
“Think that you’re dating?” Nia asks, trying her best to keep up.
Kara nods, her knuckles turning white as she twists her hands. It’s then that Nia realizes that Kara looks nervous and her heart melts.
“Kara…” Nia starts softly, watching as the kryptonians' eyes flick around the office. “If you’re worried that Lena doesn’t like you...I don’t think there’s anything for you to be worried about.”
“Really?”
“Really. Really.”
“Okay.” Kara takes a deep breath and slowly releases it as she squares her shoulders. “Thank you.”
“No problem.” Nia smiles as Kara nods to herself one more time and heads towards the door.
“Good luck!” Nia yells loudly across the nearly empty bullpen, unable to restrain herself from teasing just a little bit, even as she means every word.
#supercorp#supercorptober2021#nemo writes#i rewrote this a bunch but i kind of love it so hopefully y'all do to
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