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(supercorptober fluff)
Great idea, walking into a Luthor’s office while solarflared, Kara thought.
It’s not like she could tell Snapper “no” to interviewing Lena Luthor - she was a rookie reporter, and she needed every article assignment she could get. Besides, walking into Lena’s office while solarflared was only risky if Lena both knew who she was and intended to harm her. After their first encounter… Kara just didn’t think either was likely.
But Rao, Kara was still kicking herself. After her last battle, Alex had told her to cool it with her powers to recharge. Now Kara was going to have to explain that she solarflared after a short flight across the city. Oh well, she thought, as she walked into Lena's office.
“Well, I'm glad to see you decided to give reporting a shot,” Lena said, rising from her desk as the niceties were exchanged - Kara’s bus flub thankfully went unnoticed. “Although if you're here on the same day the president is in town to sign her Alien Amnesty Act, then…”
Kara grinned. “I must be here to ask the sister of Earth's most notorious alien-hater for her take on the president's executive order.”
“I want to show you something,” Lena said, barely containing her excitement as she tugged her desk drawer open, revealing a small device inside. “It's an alien detection device - it allows humans to find out who among them is not truly one of them.”
Kara’s jaw dropped as Lena removed the device from the drawer. “W-why?”
“It’s the best of both worlds,” Lena explained. “The aliens will get the amnesty they need, and people will be able to tell who they are when they need to.”
“Don’t… don’t you think this device will force aliens back into the very shadows the president is trying to shine a light on?” Kara said weakly.
Lena furrowed her brow. “If aliens want to be citizens, that's now their right. But… if humans want to know which of their fellow citizens aren't actually one of them, then that's their right too.”
Kara’s body was screaming run. Or fly. Not that she could, when she was solarflared. But this device set a panic through her veins - what were Lena’s intentions? “How does it work?” Kara asked weakly, as her mind frantically searched for an excuse to leave.
“A simple skin test,” Lena said, pressing her thumb to the sensor for a demonstration, watching the device flash green. “This device is going to make us a fortune. Unlike my brother, I'm going to do it for the good of the world.”
The good of the world, Kara thought, eyes falling on the device. She supposed that a woman steeped in a family of lies might rebel by seeking truth. Kara could see how one could think that simply revealing truth would be good for the world…
But this woman had no idea of the danger that the truth could put people in, if not carefully concealed. They simply didn’t exist in that kind of world.
Kara’s stomach dropped as Lena held out the device for her to try, a playful smirk on the CEO’s face as she encouraged the cub reporter to test the device herself. No heat vision, Kara thought, wishing she could simply fry a wire. It would definitely be too suspicious to leave now.
But the look on Lena’s face… Kara was certain that the CEO had no idea what was about to happen. She was misguided - and hopefully that’s all she was - but Kara clung to the fact that she didn’t seem to have a clue who Kara was. She was just a woman trying to take control of a narrative, desperate to turn away from her brother’s path.
And that gave Kara hope.
As Kara pressed her thumb down on the device, she prayed her instincts were right, that the woman wasn’t the monster everyone suspected her to be.
The device beeped, and Lena stared down, confused at the bright red that flashed in front of her. In that moment, her entire demeanor shifted, as she slowly - achingly, worriedly - looked back up at Kara.
Kara watched as the emotions flit across Lena’s face, a complicated array that passed in mere seconds as Lena realized what she had done. Kara could feel the pounding in her own heart - but there was no hiding the remorse on Lena’s face.
But Lena was clever, and Kara sensed what was happening as Lena’s eyes moved from Kara’s glasses to her ponytail, the CEO mouthing flew here on a bus silently. Discovering that Kara was alien was just a small step from knowing who Kara really was.
But hope continued to bloom in Kara’s chest, as she watched the concern in Lena’s gaze. Perhaps it was foolish to trust the Luthor so early, but Kara just sensed… she wasn’t sitting across from her nemesis. Perhaps they could rewrite the narrative.
“A super, at the mercy of a Luthor,” Kara said softly, rising from her seat, proud that her voice didn’t waiver. “I should be terrified.”
Lena’s eyes darted between Kara’s, but Kara gave a small smile that she hoped conveyed I believe in you, before turning and making her way out the door. Snapper would have to get his interview another day.
Lena stood silently at her desk for a moment, staring after the reporter in confusion and awe, before a small smile crossed her own lips. Lena reached down to her phone, tapping at a couple buttons. Had Kara had her superhearing intact, perhaps she would’ve smiled at Lena’s words.
“Jess, put me through to R&D. I need to cancel a product.”
#supercorp#supercorp ficlet#supercorptober#supercorptober2023#mel writes ficlets#write#fazedlight#fazedlightgif
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Glance
(fluff-ish ficlet set in season 6)
She knows.
Kara rushed her way to the Tower, ignoring the beeps from her phone, no doubt Alex wondering what the hell Kara meant by “Nyxly might go after Lena”.
Kara knew she might’ve given too much away, at the gallery downtown. Nyxly had seemed to sense that Lena was the most vulnerable - the newest superfriend, the one with newfound powers - and her brief glance at the brunette had caused anger to flare along Kara’s neck. Kara had instinctively tilted her head in warning. You’re not touching Lena.
Nyxly adapted quickly, attempting to make her escape by activating the Courage totem itself, before Kara split the totem in half and Nyxly disappeared. At the time, Kara had shrugged the moment off - a brief moment in battle that Nyxly would soon forget, probably entirely unaware of the emotions driving it.
As the city descended into chaos, Kara had let her piece of the Courage totem go - it was the only way to restore the sanity of her team, the only way to give them a chance at future totems. Lose the battle, win the war.
It was only after that the ramifications of that choice would become clear. Somehow, in the merging of the two halves of the broken totem, a psychic bond was formed. Kara could now feel what Nyxly felt - the imp felt triumphant, vengeful. And Kara knew that she couldn’t stop the streams of her own feelings from seeping into Nyxly’s consciousness.
Nyxly knows.
Kara felt the panic well up in her throat, as she landed at the Tower’s balcony, as she traced Lena’s heartbeat back to the lab. The torrent of panic ripped through her - can I protect her, will our relationship survive this? - as she made her way back to the lab. “We need to talk,” Kara said, as she walked through the door.
“Are you okay?” Lena asked, turning around, placing a glass beaker back down on the lab bench, stepping towards the kryptonian.
Kara knew her body was tense, that Lena could read the stress on her face, and it wasn’t a question worth answering. “Nyxly knows how I feel.”
“Knows… how you feel,” Lena said, not quite yet catching on.
“She knows how I feel about you,” Kara said, eyes darting between Lena and the floor as she failed to hide the guilt on her face. “Or if she doesn’t, she’ll figure it out soon.”
“How you feel about me?” Lena replied, her voice soft and tentative.
Kara’s eyes dropped to the floor, worrying her lip for a moment before glancing back up. “I love you, Lena,” she rushed, her voice cracking. “And Nyxly will know, we need to figure out how to keep you out of danger-”
“My life has always been in danger, Kara,” Lena whispered.
Kara hesitated.
“The Venture crash. The helicopter crash. Morgan Edge,” Lena said, stepping closer with every memory. “Mercy Graves. Beth Breen. Rhea. Eve. Reign. The end of the multiverse. I suppose we’ll add a 5th dimensional imp to the list…”
“Lena-”
“We all die, Kara,” Lena said, as she finally stood directly in front of the kryptonian. “That’s not the part that scares me.”
“What does scare you?” Kara asked.
“Losing you,” Lena said, reaching her hand up to brush stray hair behind Kara’s ear, before cupping her cheek. “Being a universe away from where you’re trapped. Not knowing if I would ever see you again. Not knowing if I can ever tell you how I feel. Not knowing if that would destroy this friendship.”
“How you feel?” Kara said quietly, the hope dawning inside her.
Kara watched as Lena smiled, the brunette tilting her head to the side, tugging gently at Kara’s neck. And with the realization of what she sought, Kara could only happily oblige, dipping her head downwards as Lena brushed her lips gently against Kara’s own.
Kara slid her arms around Lena’s waist, whimpering as Lena’s lips parted, allowing Kara to deepen the kiss. She could feel Lena’s warmth, hear the heartbeat pounding in Lena’s chest in time with her own, feel as Lena’s other hand made its way around the back of Kara’s neck to tug her closer. For those few moments, the world was lost to them - a fulfillment of years of ache, a beginning where they thought there would only be endings.
“I love you too,” Lena finally said as they parted, leaning her forehead against Kara’s. “Whatever comes next, I just want to face it with you. Together.”
Kara smiled. “Together.”
#this is what I was trying to write last night but couldn't and then the Cat Grant thing fell out of my head this morning?? idk brains#but here is another ficlet#I'm not sure how I feel about it but I figure it's okay if ficlets are less polished so here we go#supercorp#supercorp ficlet#mel writes ficlets#fazedlight#fazedlightgif
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Control
(angst/hopeful ending)
Lena could hear Kara as the kryptonian destroyed the Mt. Norquay cannons, as she broke her way into the bunker - but Lena never flinched. Why would she? Her duty was to keep Myriad functional until her dying breath. The device combined with Non Nocere programming would make everyone good, and kind, and honest.
Everyone… except Kara. But Kara was irrelevant now, because Lena had a duty. The greatest good was to fix humanity - to save the world - and she was bound to it.
Now that Myriad was on, she couldn’t choose otherwise.
She hadn’t expected Myriad to be so… quiet. She had expected to feel peaceful, or triumphant, or the continued righteous rage. But instead she felt… listless. She would go through the motions, because she knew it was the right thing to do. But it didn’t bring her the joy she expected. She supposed she should’ve expected it - shutting down one’s amygdala would tone down emotions - but she would’ve been more surprised, if she still had the capacity to feel surprise.
But her choices or her feelings didn’t matter. She knew she had failed when she saw the warnings flicker across her screen as the cannons crumbled, she knew she had failed when she heard a final wall collapse inwards, when she heard the steps of familiar boots. “Turn it off, Lena,” Kara said, approaching her and the device.
“If you want to stop Myriad, you can do it yourself,” Lena said, tired more than angry. She wasn’t making a request - she was simply stating the obvious. Kara wasn’t under Myriad control, and the kryptonian was more than strong enough to overpower a mere human.
“I’d rather you turn it off,” Kara said. “I know you’re hurt, Lena. But this isn’t the way. You can’t control everyone.”
“All I’ve done is remove the option to react harmfully. Why should I stop?”
“I don’t think it’s that easy, Lena,” Kara said, her voice going quiet. “Harm isn’t that easy to define.”
“No one will ever lie again,” Lena replied sharply. “No one will ever purposefully put anyone in physical danger. If you leave me alone, the world will be a safer place. Isn’t that what you want?”
Kara laughed bitterly, staring at her feet, as Lena’s mind raced with questions. She won, what is she waiting for?, Lena thought. “Myriad doesn’t work on you. If you think I’m so wrong, why aren’t you getting this over with,” Lena said, her voice broken.
She watched as Kara’s jaw flexed, realizing that the kryptonian was hiding something. But there was always something the blonde reporter-super was hiding, wasn’t there? Kara could end this whole ordeal instantly, and yet she was waiting…
Last time, Kara had defeated Myriad with a simple hope speech. But that wasn’t an option this time - hope had died in Lena long before she flipped the switch in front of her.
But what Kara said surprised her. “I wish Myriad did work on me,” Kara whispered.
Lena’s brows furrowed, turning to Kara in surprise. “Why?”
“Because if it did…” Kara’s voice drifted off, as she took a steadying breath. “If it did, you’d believe me when I tell you the truth.”
“And what is the truth?”
“Our friendship was real.”
Lena scoffed, turning back to Myriad, watching as its lights flickered, as the device continued to spread q-waves through the bunker equipment across the globe.
“You’re right to hate me,” Kara said, stepping forward. “I’m not saying I deserve your forgiveness. I just wish it worked on me so you could believe me. So you could believe how much you mean to me.”
Lena stared ahead at the dancing lights, tears threatening the edges of her eyes as she watched. I wish it were true, Lena thought. “I wish it worked on me too,” Lena said, words falling from her lips before she realized she said them. The curse of being forced to honesty, she thought, wincing.
“What do you mean?” Kara asked, confused. “I thought Myriad did work on you.”
“It’s forcing me to be honest. To do what I think is right for the world,” she said, feeling a wave of regret when she knew she couldn’t stop the words that were coming next. “It can’t force me to stop loving you.”
Kara gasped.
“It can’t get rid of the hurt,” Lena said. “It does dull the pain. I guess it dulls everything.”
“You love me-” Kara said, before stopping, staring down at the ground. Lena couldn’t bear to look at her. She was here, exposed, delivering every dark truth to anyone that might ask. At least Kara had the decency to stop using it to her advantage.
Silence fell between them, moments passing as Lena stared back at the monitors. Why isn’t she stopping me? Lena kept wondering. “I know how foolish that is now, loving you.”
“I love you too,” Kara said quietly.
“You’re lying,” Lena said, her head jerking up as she felt a sudden surge of emotion - a sharp and twisting feeling that roared through Myriad’s quiet.
“I love you,” Kara said, her voice rising from the previous whisper to something more emphatic and desperate. “I lied to you because I loved you. Because I was afraid of losing you. Because I couldn’t face that I had lied to you-”
“You’re lying-”
“I’d commit crimes just to bring you comfort,” Kara said, her voice heavy. “I’d poison a city for you-”
“You can’t do this-”
“For a friend like you, there are no boundaries,” Kara said, and Lena realized the super was choking back a sob. “I hurt you. I betrayed you. I can never hope for your forgiveness, I know I threw away everything we could’ve been. But I need you to hope that I’m not lying to you. Not now. I need you to hope that my love for you is real, because it’s all I have.”
Lena cursed to herself, feeling the trickle of anguish in her veins. It was inseparable, these feelings of falling in love and the fury of betrayal and incessant hope. Lena tried to control her panicked breathing, waiting for the damn emotions to subside so she’d be pulled under Myriad’s wave again.
But still, the question remained. Why was Kara here? Why hasn’t she done anything yet?
“Is this what you want?” Kara asked. “Everyone brutally exposed to the people they hate most? Without a choice?”
“People will be forced to be good-”
“Maybe you’re doing what you think is right, Lena. But you’re just hurting yourself.”
Lena gripped at the console, trying to push out Kara’s words, willing herself to stop feeling.
“There’s no such thing as a world without hurt,” Kara said quietly. “All you’re doing is making the world numb.”
“Why aren’t you doing this? Why aren’t you shutting it off?” Lena begged, “You’re stronger than me. You’re not under its control. You can take it away. You can fix it yourself.”
“I’m not under Myriad’s control, Lena,” Kara said, finally losing her internal battle as a tear began to make its way down her cheek. “I’m not acting selflessly. I don’t want to save the world. I’m trying to save you.”
Lena swallowed harshly, noting with surprise that she could feel tears rolling down her own cheeks. And she stared at Kara, and stared, watching as the blonde’s shoulders shook in an effort to hold back her own tears. The trickle of anguish and hope in Lena’s veins simply wouldn’t cease. There’s no such thing as a world without hurt…
One last moment passed, before Lena reached up to the switch controlling Myriad, and shut it off.
#supercorp#supercorp ficlet#supercorptober#supercorptober2023#mel writes ficlets#control#fazedlight#fazedlightgif
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My favorite oddly-specific trope:
Hyper-intelligent socially-inept forensic scientist heroine finds herself with amnesia and accused of a murder, concludes out loud to police that she would’ve been capable of murdering the victim.
#like they both should absolutely know better#but they're just so dedicated to the truth above all else so social constructs like “being imprisoned” are secondary considerations#bones#rizzoli and isles#rizzles#mel stuff#fazedlightgif
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A lot of times when actors play another actor's character, the original actor will walk through it first.
Jesse Rath probably played the above scene of Brainy-pretending-to-be-Ben-Lockwood first. Then Sam Witwer (Lockwood) would've repeated the scene, copying Jesse Rath's mannerisms (his hands, his tone of voice) for the take the audience sees.
Which means in the below scene, Melissa Benoist's part was probably first run through with David Harewood (J'onn) instead...
And I desperately want to see that cut.
#can you tell I learned how to make gifs recently#because I'm having far too much fun with this#supercorp#mel stuff#fazedlightgif#sg musings
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Borrowed Time
(S1 canon-compliant angsty character study)
Fort Rozz was heavy.
Heavier than Kara anticipated, as she struggled to lift it above her head, as she shot into the sky with shaking arms and panting breaths. Fort Rozz was heavy, and it was the last thing she would ever lift.
She couldn’t cry. Not now. There wasn’t time, with Myriad’s vibrations getting closer and closer to destroying humanity. If she started crying, if she broke her concentration, she wouldn’t be able to complete her mission to throw Fort Rozz into space. Everyone was counting on her - Alex and Eliza and Winn and James and Cat Grant and all the others that she once cared about and all the people she had never met.
Her muscles ached, and yet she was reaching space so quickly. The air became thinner and thinner until Kara was gasping for air that would never reach her burning lungs. She watched as the edges of her sight narrowed, as her vision began to tunnel from the lack of oxygen. And all she could think about was how she was the last - how Aunt Astra and Uncle Non were dead, how the remaining kryptonians were in stasis on Fort Rozz, how she would share with them the same grave in the expanse of space.
It had always been borrowed time - she was a mistake, an aberration, a fluke to have survived the destruction of her planet. Last daughter of Krypton, they had called her. She supposed Kal would still be the last son, of a culture he never knew. He was a beginning, not an end. Not the last vestige of a dead world. Not like her. Rao, make my journey bright.
There had never been a certainty about afterlife. Her people whispered the words we will remember you in every dawn, and await the night we join you in the sky as though it meant something, and yet she couldn’t be certain if it was literal or not, or if existence in the afterlife would involve any meaningful level of consciousness.
But it didn’t matter - far more important was may Rao protect us, so that we might protect others.
She never set out to be a vigilante. That was Kal’s purpose - until it wasn’t. Until happenstance clawed out at her, and she felt with growing certainty that this was the way to honor the lost. And so it only became the greatest irony of her life that she would have to thrust her remaining kin to their deaths, to save the found family who had given her refuge.
She wondered what death would be like, and baffled at the fact that she would be experiencing it soon, as she finally breached the atmosphere and noted the gentle curvature of the Earth into darkness. She had learned so much about the planet’s customs, learning to camouflage in one of its many cultures. Her traumatized 13-year-old self never imagined that vigilante or martyr could be in her future.
She had dreams. Some that died on Krypton. Some that were born on Earth. She found herself enamored with the thought of disregarding algorithmic mandates, to find a companion by turning oneself over to the whims of fate. She wasn’t the type to imagine a wedding - kryptonian weddings were beautiful, but they weren’t about the consecration of love, and she never grew attached to Earthian wedding customs. But love? She found herself hoping, assuming that there was someone out there for her, waiting on Earth. Now she hoped there wasn't.
She let go of Fort Rozz, her strength finally faltering, as she drifted above the planet that had served as her home. The stars blanketed her, a sense of calm washing over her as she began to slip away. They are safe, she thought, as her eyes slowly drifted shut. Safe.
#this hurt so much to write so I hope it hurts to read I guess??#remember this is canon compliant so she's gonna be fine!!!#I promise my next ficlet will be not-depressing!!!#character study#supergirl#supergirl ficlet#mel writes ficlets#fazedlight#fazedlightgif#kara zor-el#fort rozz
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Let's talk about petal pink Lillian.
Remember that, briefly, Lena does consider working with Kara instead of Lex after Crisis (when she finds out she's on Earth Prime, and that Lex is alive). And it's Earth Prime Lillian who convinces her otherwise.
Consider this: There Lillian is, minding her own business, basically ruling the world. She runs a Foundation (god knows what that's up to) and manipulates those dumb supers into furthering her world domination mission. Her even-keeled level-headed genius son is totally onboard, furthering the family domination, all the while keeping the Luthor name squeaky clean (he even won the Nobel!).
Then some idiot hothead in her son's body shows up and tells her "I'm your son now, the universe rebooted, Lena's not the one you think you know either". Everything Lillian knows has shifted.
How annoying.
So she has two goals - calm New Lex the fuck down, and get Lena back onboard from whatever fallout the two had on this other Earth. They're her children, after all.
She tells Lena to work with Lex instead of Kara, because Lena won't make the mistake of trusting Lex. But secretly... I think Lillian wants Lena to trust Lex again, but Lillian is also banking on Lex being someone she can reshape into something closer to her Lex. The one who could put aside petty squabbles in order to take over the world. Surely he'll come around. After all, what idiot would let himself be taken down by his own pride?
(Her new son, apparently.)
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Do you remember Sam's nightmare at the end of 3x01? Do you want to know what it was about? Because I have an idea...
Chapter 5 of Darkness in All Things has just been posted.
#supercorp#supercorp fic#could not find anyone who made this gif so I guess I can make gifs now#I hope it's working...#fazedlight#fazedlightgif
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Enchanted
(idiots in love)
“Try something fun,” Nia had said. “Get your mind off science,” Nia had said.
Lena huffed as she flipped through the pages of her spellbook, scrawling notes in her notebook. Science was fun. Labwork was soothing, data analysis was exhilarating, and tinkering solved that itch deep in her bones. She wanted to understand, and science was always there for her.
… except for right now.
It just didn’t make any sense. The double-slit experiment should have produced a diffraction pattern - or at least two straight lines, if somehow magic behaved as a classic particle. But magic did neither. Instead, it either caused a damn fractal or did not seem to pass through the slits at all. How the fuck does this work?
Nia - knowing full well what it was like to struggle with capricious and chaotic powers - had suggested that Lena take a break, try something fun with her magic instead of constantly churning through its utility or its inner workings. The thought made Lena grumpy, but she was out of experiment ideas at the moment - so there she was, flipping through her mother’s spellbook, trying to find something… fun.
Lena continued her grumble, trying to get her mind off her experiments - maybe magic is some sort of phasic neutrino nonsense - and turned her page to a pair of spells that always caught her eye, though she would never admit it. It’s not as though she would ever use the spells for LUST and OBSESSION anyway.
Still, it was interesting, where these two spells lay. The spellbook wasn’t organized alphabetically or in any other methodical fashion - instead, the spells near each other always seemed thematically related. Malicious spells were grouped together, as were benevolent spells, as were helpful spells, often with some illustrations in between to separate the groups.
It always amused Lena that there were only these two spells in this cluster - OBSESSION on the left side, LUST on the right, in nearly the exact center of the book. There was nothing else… no love spell, she thought to herself. Not that she’d ever use it, even if there was a certain kryptonian whose affections she yearned for.
“Are you okay?” came a familiar voice.
Lena looked over her shoulder, finding Kara walking down from the balcony entrance. “Kara,” Lena said, feeling a little lighter as the blonde entered the room. Romance or not, the kryptonian always managed to put a smile on her face. “I’m fine.”
“That’s not what Nia said,” Kara said with a patient smile, halting at the foot of the table, as her hands rested on her hips.
“She has a big mouth,” Lena mumbled.
“She said you’ve been frustrated,” Kara said with a small laugh.
“None of my experiments are working,” Lena grumbled. “Magic acts like nothing I’ve ever seen…”
“You can’t always learn new skills from first principles-” Kara began, before her drifting eyes suddenly halted on the book.
Lena’s brows furrowed in curiosity as she watched a rose tint rise in Kara’s cheeks. Confused, Lena followed Kara’s gaze to the spellbook, before remembering… Obsession and Lust. “Oh, no, no-” Lena started, reaching over to the book to close it. “Not that type of frustrated…”
“W-well, it’s okay if you are,” Kara said, stuttering.
“I’m not, I’m- I’m fine.”
“You don’t need a spell, Lena,” Kara said, her embarrassment tempered by sincerity. “If you wanted someone. You could have anyone.”
“I- I wouldn’t use a spell, Kara!” Lena said. Goodness knows her brainwashing days were well behind her. “There’s not even a love spell in here anyway.”
“No, there wouldn’t be,” Kara said pensively. “Love can’t be forced.”
“I’d want it to be real anyway,” Lena said, her fingers drifting over the book’s cover as she tried to fight the heat rising on her face. But Kara’s comment was… interesting. “How do you know it can’t be forced?”
“Just a conversation I had with an imp once,” she said, a fond - if perhaps a little sad - smile tugging at her lips. “Love has to be found. It doesn’t work otherwise.”
Lena hummed noncommittally, rising from her seat.
“You’ll- you’ll find it, Lena. Like I said, you could have anyone.”
“I don’t think that’s true,” Lena said softly.
“Lena,” Kara said, suddenly concerned as she closed the distance between the two, taking Lena’s hands into her own. “Lena, I’m serious. You’re kind, and so smart, and beautiful-”
“Kara, please,” Lena said, finally meeting Kara’s eyes again.
Kara eyed Lena, shifting anxiously on her feet. Lena tilted her head, curious as to the kryptonian’s newfound nerves. With a pursing of her lips, a determined gaze, Kara nodded to herself, giving Lena’s hands a small squeeze.
“You don’t need a spell to enchant me,” Kara said, her voice shaking. “You don’t need a spell to enchant anyone.”
“Enchant-” Lena paused, her eyes darting between Kara’s.
“I’m not- I’m not expecting us to change, Lena. I just want you to know. Anyone would love you, you just have to put yourself out there, to find the person you want.”
Lena raised her hand to cup Kara’s cheek. “Kara…”
It was sweet, how shy Kara was, how her cheeks burned red - Lena was sure that hers was a matching shade - and yet the kryptonian sought only to give comfort. Lena smiled, as she tilted Kara’s head up, as the kryptonian looked back at her with those deep uncertain blues.
Lena smiled. “You enchant me too.”
#this is to make up for the psyche damage of my last 2 ficlets#it's already tomorrow somewhere (in my country even!!) so may as well post#supercorp#supercorp ficlet#mel writes ficlets#supercorptober#supercorptober2023#fazedlight#fazedlightgifs
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