#lena luthor x you
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Reader works for Lena that turns into working buddies with benefits, but reader starts catching feelings. Maybe angst but happy ending?
Highly Unprofessional
⁀➷ Pairing: Lena Luthor x Reader
⁀➷ Notes: Okay so I haven’t written smut properly before so hopefully this is a decent attempt :,) Let me know what you think! Sorry this took a while, its like 3k words long so editing was a bitch.
⁀➷ Summary: When a one-time hookup turns into a regular occurance, it sets off a chain of events which you're helpless to stop.
⁀➷ WARNINGS: 18+ Minors DNI, fingering, cunnilingus, semi-public (I mean its in her office but the door was open oopsie)
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In the bustling chaos of corporate life, where stress reigns supreme the last thing you want to do is mix business and your personal life. It only ever ended in disaster.
When you’d first moved to National City, you’d never imagined just a few short months later you’d be working directly under the city’s most prevenient businesswoman. Lena Luthor was a force to be reckoned with. It was a miracle you’d gotten the position of her assistant at all, your CV was sharp, but it wasn’t anything to be in awe of so when you’d got the call that you’d received the job it was safe to say she was over the moon.
It taken a little while to warm up to you. She’d been a rather cold at first. Not that you could blame her of course, given her family history. However slowly but surely you found her opening up more to you, building up her trust gradually. In the meantime, whilst she’d grown to depend on your assistance, you payed close attention and slowly learnt her tells. You knew when Lena was upset, she’d get that little crinkle in her brows or that when she was anxious, she’d gently bite the left corner of her lip. Infact you’d become so observant of her habits and body language that sometimes you knew how she was feeling before she’d register the emotions herself.
One particularly hectic day in the bustling office, the air thick with tension, you noticed Lena pacing nervously in her office. The telltale signs were there – the crinkle in her brows, the subtle lip-biting – Lena was clearly on edge about the upcoming meeting with a major client.
Truth to told, seeing her like this made you feel anxious as well. How could someone as powerful and accomplished as Lena get so nervous? You’dhad never seen her like this before, and it was almost like seeing a completely different person.
You had to help.
You knocked gentle on the door, clearing your throat quietly to announce your presence, “Miss Luthor?”
A wave of relief washed over Lena as she heard your voice calling through the door. This meeting had been weighing heavily on her mind, and she was desperate to find some way to relax before it started.
“You know you can call me Lena.” She smiled and nodded for you to enter.
You stepped into the room and approached Lena with the gentle warmth and confidence that always radiated from you. She found herself walking over to you, looking at you deeply before taking a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. You took her closeness as a chance to reach out to squeeze her shoulder and when she didn’t object, you softly applied pressure to her muscles.
“Fuck.” She let the curse split out involuntarily before trying to regain herself, “Do you need something from me?”
“You’re tense, let me help?” You mumbled softly to which she nodded. Your touch was like a balm for her. As you began subtly massaging Lena's shoulders, the tension began to subside, and her frown faded away, you let your hand slide down to her wrist, holding it gently as you pulled her over to the pristine sofa at the other side of her office, “Come, sit.”
"Thank you." Lena took a deep breath and sunk into the seat. She could feel the stress and anxiety that had been weighing heavily on her began to melt away. She turned her head toward you and smiled softly, letting out a sigh of relief. Lena gave in and allowed herself to sink deep into your warm embrace. With her worries temporarily relieved, she closed her eyes and began to enjoy the feeling of your hands working away at her tension.
Leaning in, you reached to place a comforting hand on her thigh, feeling the subtle tension in her muscles. You had no intention’s behind the action. Your touch was light, meant to reassure rather than intrude. But Lena’s eyes slowly opened and cast over to meet yours, her emerald green iris's seemingly sparkling with a new found feeling.
It was obvious she was a little surprised by the gesture, but there was a moment of pause. She tried to be professional, but her body was responding positively to the touch.
The feeling was both calming and exciting, sending a shiver of desire down her spine, the creeping onset on desire making her leg’s bounce nervously.
She looked into your eyes and saw the unmistakable spark of attraction between the pair of you. Of course she’d noticed your lokg glances before and she wasn’t ashamed to say she’d given you some the day you’d left her office when you’d interviewed for the position. Her previous tension was soon replaced with a subtle feeling of arousal, and she couldn't help but crave more.
"Could you...keep going?" she whispered, words shaking through her soft yet overwhelming sensual voice - filled with desire.
“You mean?” Your voice was quiet as you very slowly moved your hand up her thigh, waiting for to confirm her consent, “Is this okay? I need to hear you say it Lena.”
"Keep going," Lena whispered. Her voice was raspy from the tension, but there was no mistaking the excitement in her voice. She wanted you to keep touching her. She craved it. Soaked in the intimacy of your touch. "Please..."
The feeling of your hand gliding over her thighs was intoxicating, sending shivers of arousal through her body. You teased her lightly, fingers reaching her line of her panties. You could hardly fight back your own growing blush at the feeling of the wet fabric. Lena let out a soft moan as you softly ran your finger around her entrance – she was so sensitive. Her eyes closed once again as she leaned back into the couch, surrounding herself to your touch.
Your touch was intoxicating. You kept it light, but your slow strokes were sending her body into ecstasy. Lena's breaths grew shallow as she leaned toward you, her lips meeting yours in an intimate kiss.
"Don't stop," she whispered against your lips, her body urging you to keep going as you edged her sodden clit, rubbing circles as her back arched involuntarily.
“I wasn’t planning on it.” You whispered back with a husky tone as your fingers continued to work their magic on her. You could feel the heat radiating off her body, adding to the intoxicating atmosphere. Your touch became firmer, getting closer to her core, making sure every stroke and tease was intense. You were doing your job finely, the way she moaned into your mouth was driving you wild with validation, knowing you were making her feel good. Truely you were completely under her control, willing to do anything she desired - anything to please her.
With each passing moment, the lust between you both grew more intense, fuelling your passion. Both your excitement only grew with every teasing touch and feather-light kiss. You knew she enjoyed the buildup of anticipation just as much as you did. In the heat of the moment, time seemed to stand still as you lost yourself to the moment.
Your hand never stopped tracing along her sensitive folds as Lena’s moans grew louder, encouraging you to continue. She kissed you again and the kiss deepened as she pushed against you, urging you to take control. Her body ached for you as you pressed your fingers against her entrance, playing with her and teasing her. You held her deep in your embrace, feeling her shudder helplessly, her body giving into yours as you continued to stroke her. Finally, you gave into the inevitable and pushed inside, finally giving her the release, she craved.
Lena writhed beneath you, gasping for breath as you drove her toward climax. She muscles were tight against your fingers and you couldnt feel your hand going a little numb from how hard her thighs were squeezed together. She kept her hands clenched in your hair as you felt her body convulsing beneath yours. She moaned, high desperate sounds before finally, with a shudder of ecstasy, she peaked. Her back arching helplessly as she reached her climaxed under your guide.
Once she’d caught her breath, you carefully pulled out of her, making sure to be gentle against her sensitivities. You stroked her hair tenderly, feeling her body begin to relax against you as she came down down from her high.
"Do you feel better now?" you asked her, as she leaned back against you, still breathing heavily from the experience.
Lena sighed softly, a satisfied smile on her face, “So much better," she replied, her voice still light and breathless from the rush "Thank you for helping me relax.”
You brushed your fingers across her cheek, lingering for a beat. The intimacy of the moment was intoxicating, the shared look of pleasure and satisfaction. You couldn't help but wonder if there was more to it than just stress relief. As your head wandered the clouds, you didn’t notice Lena fixing her hair, tying it back in a tight ponytail.
She checked her watch, seemingly debating something for a moment before her voice pulled you back down to reality, “I think we’ve got just enough time.” She said, sitting back down against you, pulling on of your legs over hers, opening you up.
“Enough time for what?”
Lena smirked mischievously, tugging at the edge of your skirt. “For me to return the favour...”
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That had been the first of many times you’d helped her relax. It had become a sort of ritual really. Whenever she’d have a big meeting or important event coming up, she’d come to you to help her unwind. Truthfully the first it’d happened; it had taken you a few days to really process it all. The experience had changed you. You couldn’t just see her as your boss anymore. She was more than that. Lena had always had a stunning body of course but now it was almost as if though you couldn’t keep her eyes off her.
The ways her hips curved had you weak in the knees, it wasn’t just her physical attributes though. It was everything, the weak she spoke, the way she held herself. It was intoxicating. Safe to say you were happy to lend a hand whenever needed. Maybe you could’ve kept this up forever, helping her out without a second thought – she was still your boss after all. But this latest time had changed something in you.
It had started off in its usual way, you’d seen the meeting scheduled on the calendar and let yourself into her office – the two of you were way past knocking now. Lena knew what was about to happen, she’d been waiting for it.
As you entered her office, Lena didn't waste any time before pulling you closer to her. You felt the heat and need radiating off of her as she kissed you passionately, her hands moving greedily over your body. You moaned as she pushed you up against the desk, her mouth hot against your neck.
Suddenly, she pulled back, looking at you with a predatory glint in her eyes. "Do you know what I want to do to you?" she whispered, her voice low with desire as her tender fingers danced down the front of your shirt - making a show out of unbuttoning them.
As she spoke, Lena left the kiss and moved down your body with purpose, her lips and tongue leaving a trail of heat and anticipation down your torso. Your hands found her hair, pulling it as if to guide her further where you wanted her. But the CEO had plans of her own. She knew what she wanted and she wanted it now, right this moment. So much so that she hadn’t even bothered closing her office door.
Without warning, she pushed your shoulders down, forcing you to sit on her desk. Lena smirked, moving in to kiss you deeply, so deep that it left you chasing her lips as she pulled away. Without a pause, she pushed your legs apart and planted herself between them, her eagerness so apparent it sent a shiver of desire right through you.
You could feel her looking up at you as she kissed through the fabric of your panties, her hands moving to stroke and soothe wherever they could reach.
You couldn't help but moan now, one hand coming to grip her hair and the other gripping the edge of the desk with such force that your knuckles turned white. You were helpless to resist as Lena worked her way deeper, your grip became more frenzied, less able to control yourself.
It hadn’t taken long before your panties had been pulled down and Lena was happily satisfying herself on your clit whilst you slowly grinded against her face, desire driving you wild.
Then something suddenly caught your attention. You heard someone in the hall…
You tried to voice this but through your whimpers, not much was articulated. Despite this, Lena didn't even flinch when she’d heard them, seemingly not bothered by the accompanying approaching footsteps.
Instead, she kept going, her tongue working magic on you as she held your hips steady with one hand. You could hear people talking just outside the open door, but Lena didn't seem to care. In fact, it seemed to turn her on even more - the thrill of getting caught.
You tried to stifle your moans, but it was impossible with Lena's skilled mouth on you. Your body was writhing on the edge of the desk, your toes curling as the pleasure built and built. And still, she didn't stop.
Lena never broke eye contact with you as she continued to work her tongue and lips over your pussy, sending you further and further into ecstasy. The sounds of voices in the hallway were drowned out by your moans, which the Luthor seemed to be enjoying immensely.
She added a couple of fingers inside you, curling them just right to hit your sweet spot, and you felt your body convulse in response. You couldn't hold back anymore, and you came hard, your body shaking with the force of it.
Lena didn't stop, though; she kept going, licking and sucking until you were overstimulated and sensitive. Finally, she stood up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she grinned down at you.
“You’re so fucking hot.” She laughed, the sound of her voice sending shivers down your spine again.
Your cheeks blushed crimson as you cleaned yourself up, “Do you want me-” You took a step forward but stopped when she held out her hand, shaking her head as she fixed her hair.
“I just wanted you darling, nothing more. Now if you’ll excuse me. I’ve got a meeting to attend too.”
With that Lena smoothed out the crease in her skirt before heading out the door, leaving you to catch your breath, still perched upon her table.
Darling?
The pet name replayed over and over in your head as the day passed by. You couldn’t stop thinking about her, about these sessions.
It wasn’t just about favours anymore. It felt like she had wanted you. You’d wanted her. God you’d been trying so hard to ignore the fact you’d crave her touch when you were alone. It had gotten to the point where you’d started to miss simply being around her. In fact you’d started coming in earlier and leaving later just to be near her. But you had tried to ignore it. Dammit! Why couldn’t you stop thinking about it!
The rational part of your brain was telling you to pull back, to remind yourself that her actions were just physical and didn't mean anything more. But the other part of you, the part that craved the closeness and heat of your body wanted her for more. You wanted to feel more than just the pleasure of their bodies. You wanted to build a connection, a partnership. You wanted more.
Oh shit... You wanted love.
The realisation had made you sick. What you wanted could never happen. You knew Lena’s life; it was busy and packed. She didn’t have time for something solid. It was why your little favours had worked so well. You’d kept each other going. You could hardly tell her that you wanted more.
Goddamn it!
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The ringing it your ears hadn’t really faded since you’d realised. You’d called out of work the past 2 days; you couldn’t bring yourself to look at her. Her eyes were a tease, a reminder of what you couldn’t have. Instead, you’d stayed home, trying to wrap your head around all the feelings swirling round in your head, your rapid thoughts never seemed to slow down long enough for you to process them.
You were in love with Lena Luthor.
You were in love with your boss…
Casual sex! That was all it was meant to be, no, no, no! How could you let yourself fall like this?
In all honesty, it felt like you were grieving. Grieving something you could never have. Something forbidden. It was awful.
You felt like shit. It had taken most of your energy to make the treacherous journey from your bed to the sofa - there was no point getting dressed. It wasn’t like you were going to work today anyway. You couldn’t bare the thought of facing her, the thought of it ate you up inside.
As you lay on your sofa, consumed by the weight of your emotions, a knock on the door suddenly startled you. You contemplated just ignoring it, hoping whoever it is will just get the hint, go away and leave you alone. However, the knocking persists, growing louder and more insistent with each rap.
With a heavy sigh, you dragged yourself off the sofa and reluctantly opened the door. To your surprise, it was Lena standing there. A concerned expression etched across her face. Her usual confident demeanor seemed softened by genuine worry.
"Lena?" you mumbled, your voice barely above a whisper.
She stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, scanning the disarrayed room. "I've been trying to reach you for days. What's going on? Why haven't you been at work?”
Lena's concerned gaze met yours, and you could sense the weight of unspoken questions in her eyes. Your throat tightened, grappling with the words you hadn't dared to say.
"I... I just needed some time to think," you admitted, avoiding direct eye contact with her, staring hard at the floor, "Things have... changed.”
Her brow furrowed as she took in the gravity of your words. "Changed how?"
You hesitated, then let out a defeated sigh, "I can't keep doing this, Lena. Us. Secretly fucking each other at work just because we can. I don’t want to just be someone of the side anymore, I want to be more than that."
There was a moment of silence as Lena processed your words. Tension hung heavy over the room, a silence so thick you could’ve slice it with a knife, and you wondered if you had just ruined whatever fragile arrangement existed between you.
Finally, Lena spoke up, her soft voice wavering as she spoke, "More? What do you mean?"
"I mean..." You paused, gathering your courage. "I want a real relationship, Lena. Not just these secret little rendezvous we keep having. Lena, I want something genuine."
Her eyes searched yours, and for a moment, you saw a flicker of vulnerability. "I didn't think... I didn't know you wanted that," she admitted, her usual confidence waning.
"I do," You nodded slowly, affirming your words, "I can't keep pretending that this is enough for me. I want more than just physical connection; I want an emotional one too."
Lena took a hesitant step closer, the distance between you diminishing. "I thought we were both on the same page, I thought-.”
"No, Lena, I can't do this anymore," you repeated, the weight of your unspoken desires finally finding a voice, “I can’t keep pretending I’m fine with this anymore. I’m sorry but I just can’t.”
Lena's expression shifted, torn between conflicting emotions. The room hung in suspended silence, waiting for her response.
Lena’s eyes softened, and a vulnerable smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "I never realised how much you wanted this," she admitted, a hint of regret in her voice. "Maybe I've been too guarded, too afraid to admit it to myself…”
You felt a mix of relief and hope as Lena continued, “I'd think I’d like to try a real relationship too…”
There it was. The sentence that changed your life. You had a chance with Lena and you weren’t going to let it pass you by. Maybe this time, mixing your business and personal life wouldn’t end in disaster after all… even if it was horribly unprofessional.
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Sleepy Scientist
〚 Notes - I wrote this AGES ago and forgot to post it... oops. I know I've been "somewhat" (a hell of a lot) absent, I've just been busy with life and other things :,) 〛
〚 Pairing - Lena Luthor x Reader 〛
〚 Summary - Lena is overworked, you take the day to make sure she rests a little 〛
〚 Wordcount - 560 〛
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Lena Luthor was chronically overworked. You knew this. She knew this. Her colleagues knew this. It was just a generally well known fact. Yet despite this nobody ever seemed to be able to get her to slow down a little.
It wasn’t like you didn’t try, you really did. But even with your countless nagging, you’d still catch Lena staying up late to work at her laptop, answering emails or typing up reports. She always seemed to be working.
Of course this was going to catch up to her. You’d warned her it would. As such, you weren’t surprised when after an exhausting week, Lena had woken up feeling crappy.
Low fever, aches and pains. All consequences of pushing herself to the brink then pushing a little extra. Lena's eyes fluttered open as you came back into the bedroom, her tired gaze revealing the telltale signs of exhaustion. With a soft sigh, she glanced at you, "I think you were right about needing more sleep."
“I don’t want to say I told you so, but…” You trailed off, shaking your head softly as you came to sit on the edge of the bed, allowing yourself to gently cup her face, “This is what happens when we don’t take breaks.”
Lena managed a weak smile, her eyes half-closed. "I know, I know. I just can't help it sometimes." She slowly sat up, looking a bit wobbly.
You smiled, taking the glass of water from the nightstand and prompting her to drink it, “How about we just take it slow today. No work, no plans. Just relax.” You suggested, taking the empty glass she handed back to you and set it back down on the side, “We could watch some of those cheesy movies you pretend to hate?”
Lena nodded, appreciating the concern in your eyes. "Cheesy movies and cuddles sound perfect right now," she admitted with a faint chuckle, slowly making her way to the living room. As she settled onto the sofa, your small little black cat jumped up and settling on her lap, causing Lena to smile down at the animal as she pet him gently, “Hi you.”
Your cat meowed contently back at her and you smiled at the pair of them before leaving to go and grab the large blanket from your linen closet. It didn’t take long to get snuggled up beside her, and before long the two of you were cuddled together, her head resting against you as you watched Titanic.
As the movie played, Lena leaned into you, her eyes growing heavier with each passing scene. The warmth of the blanket enveloped both of you, creating herself a cosy cocoon. It was about halfway through the movie, when you felt Lena stir against you, ducking inside your side as she let out a soft, sleepy sneeze.
You chuckled softly, "Bless you, sleepyhead." Gently stroking her hair, you suggested, "Maybe a short nap will do you a world of good, catch up on some of that sleep you desperately need.”
She nodded, yawning as she nuzzled further up against you. You were helpless but to look down at her, love filling your eyes as she let her head fall into your lap, “Get some rest sweetheart.” You whispered, letting your hand rest on her back, “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
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Cure For Me (One Shot)
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Could you do an imagine where the reader is sick and Lena takes care of her? Like the reader feels bad about needing help but Lena reassures her that that’s what she’s there for? Just fluffy lol. Thank you!!!!
A/N: Hi, guys!! Here comes another request, as always thank you for your patience and for hanging (so long) here with me. This one was particularly fun, I tend to get sick a lot so this one was actually pretty nice too. Anyways, enjoooy and let me know what you think :)
Lena Luthor x Fem!R//Word Count: 2,105
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Loud knocks on your door woke you up from your fever dream.
You opened your eyes, grunting as you felt your body ache, and turned to look at the digital clock on the nightstand next to your bed. By squinting your eyes you managed to make it was a bit pass midday and wondered who was at your door at such unfortunate time. You had been feeling sick since last night. It was probably something you ate, although you couldn't remember eating anything bad or spoiled. Your stomach was hurting, accompanied with nausea and a fever that didn't go away despite the couple of pills you had downed before going to bed, hoping they would make you feel better the next day. You lifted your covers with heavy arms and tried to sit on your bed, doing it as slowly as possible as you realized you were feeling the same.
You heard the knocking again and sighed as you left the bed to answer the door. However, the face that greeted you at the door was one you didn't expect.
"Hi!" Lena smiled widely as you swung the door open but soon her expression changed to one of worry as she noticed you were paler than milk. "(Y/N)?"
"Hey." You managed to say with a short breath and a little smile as her hands raised to cup your face. "What are y-"
"Oh my god, you're burning." She put the palm of her hand on your forehead and looked at you with a frown. "Have you been like this the whole morning?"
"Uh…" You let her take your hand to drag you inside your own apartment and frowned a bit in confusion after the door closed behind you. "Lena, what are you doing here?"
"Well, after you texted us yesterday you were feeling a bit sick, I wanted to check upon you." She took you by the shoulders and sat you carefully on the couch.
She had been worried all morning, trying to text you. If Lena knew something about you was that you would rather be all though about it than ask for help until it got worse. So, when you didn't answer, she started to fear you would retreat to your apartment, as you usually did, until all your discomforts magically passed.
You sat with a little thud, letting your body fall on it with all your weight and groaned. You complained a bit as she put two fingers on your wrist to check your pulse and looked at you intently from eye to eye.
"Have you eaten?"
"No." You observed as she did her own check up. "I don't have the stomach right now."
"Since when haven't you eaten?"
"Lena, what are you doing?" You took her hands in yours and sighed. "I'm sure it's just a stomachache. You don't have to worry. It will pass."
The look Lena gave you next made you reconsider your whole life. You had never felt as scowled as you felt right there, with Lena looking you with severe eyes, her tilted head and a raised eyebrow.
"(Y/N), you're looking like the dead. You have a fever, haven't eating since God knows when, you look in pain. So, I'm calling you a doctor right now."
You shut your mouth after that. No amount of complaining was going to make Lena change her opinion and you knew her too well to even try it. However, you felt bad about it and tried it anyways. She didn't have to waste the day with you while feeling like that.
"Lena, you really don't have to." You said as she took her phone out of her purse. "I took a few pills yesterday, and I'll stay te rest of the day in bed. I'll be fine."
"Tell me that once you get some color back, darling." She smiled softly at you and talked to the phone once the call connected. "Alright, thank you, yes, I'll send you the address."
You shivered a bit, having spent so much time out of the cover of your bed was making you feel cold.
"The doctor will be here in twenty minutes." She said as she noticed the subtle tremble of your body. "C'mon, I'll take you to bed."
She put her phone on the back pocket of her jeans and took your hands in hers once again.
"Oh, to hear those words in another circumstances…" You sighed heavily with a little smile as she pulled you up and let you lean against her for support.
She chuckled. "Try to get better and then we'll talk about it."
You reached your bedroom and walked you to the edge of the bed, making sure you didn't fall. You looked weak and by the little grimaces your face was making she knew you felt more pain than you had initially let her see. She pushed you down slowly, arranging your pillows below your head and throwing the bed sheets above you. You shivered with the slight breeze fo them and closed your eyes.
"Stay here and don't move too much." Lena caressed your forehead with her fingertips and moved from the edge of your bed. In a movement that was quicker than you thought you were capable of, you grabbed her wrist. She was about to turn when she came to a halt as she felt your grip on her and turned to look at you.
"Thank you." You said in a low voice and a smile on your lips.
She returned the smile and placed a quick kiss on your forehead. You let go of her after that and shifted to a more comfortable position on your bed as you watched her leave your room.
The was a warm felling in your chest, despite the cold in your body. Against your first complaints about it, you were grateful Lena had decided to come see you. You couldn't imagine having to spend the whole day alone with the pain and although you had thought about seeing a doctor later in the evening, you didn't think you had the strength to get out of your house. In all honestly, you would have been glad to roll in to a ball and sleep, at least for the day. But Lena, sweet, caring Lena, wasn't going to have any of that.
Minutes later she came into your room once again, carrying a cup of tea in one hand and a bowl with ice and water on the other. You noticed the piece of cloth that hanged from her arm as she left the containers on your nightstand. She took the cloth from her arm, dipped it in the cold water and folded it to put it on your forehead. You shook your head a bit at the contact.
"Sorry, too cold?" She sat on the bed, on the empty space next to you.
"A bit." You hummed with your eyes closed.
"Hang on, it's just while the doctor comes." She pressed the palm of her hand on the cloth and then frowned with worry. "I think it might be an infection."
"Just because you have two PhD's doesn't mean you're an actual doctor, miss Luthor." You joked and smiled a little.
"Lucky for you, otherwise I'd have called an ambulance and sent you to the ICU already." You chuckled but regretted it immediately after feeling pain in your abdomen due to the spasms of your laughter. You could heard her smile when she replied. "You had it coming."
The doctor came and did a whole check up on you. She asked about your eating habits, what you had eating the day before, the pills you had taken to help with the fever and the pain, asked you to sit at the edge of the bed, to open your mouth wide and took your temperature. The doctor did the whole routine and at the end of it gave the reason to Lena.
"Well, it's definitely an infection." The doctor said as she scribbled on her prescription block. "I'm giving you something for the pain and the fever. Try to say hydrated as much as you can, stay away from anything too irritating for your stomach and try to eat food that's easy to digest. I'll write some of what you can and cannot eat."
The doctor smiled at you as she tore the sheet from her block moments later and gave it to Lena.
"Make sure she follows it to the letter and she will be as good as new."
Lena read the note and asked some follow up questions as she escorted the doctor to your door. You waited for Lena as you massaged your forehead with a hand. You hated being sick.
"I'll go buy these later." Lena entered your room moments later and waved your prescription in her hand. "Seems you will have to be on a diet in the meantime."
You grunted at the thought. "I've to see if there's still anything edible for me in the fridge."
"I'll take care of that too." She left the prescription on your nightstand and put her hands on your shoulders to help you lay back again on the bed. "Don't worry."
"Lena, I can't let you do all that." You raised your hands to her arms, stopping her from pushing you to the bed, and looked at her with sheepish eyes. "You have already done so much. Coming here, calling me a doctor… I'll figure out the rest once I feel better."
"(Y/N), I'm taking care of you." She raised her hands to cup your face and caressed your cheeks with her thumbs. There was so much love and care on her eyes that you almost melted. "Just let me do it, okay?"
"Okay." You nodded without further complaint.
"Good, now go back to bed." She ordered, and you leaned back on the bed with a little groan as she pulled the covers over you. "I'll go get your meds and some food. Don't move."
"Stay with me until I fall asleep?" You pleaded, feeling the sudden impulse of having her with you a little longer.
"I need to get your meds first." She placed the palm of her hand on your forehead. The fever had gone down a bit but not enough for her liking.
"Please?" You lifted your hand to take hers in yours and placed them over your chest. "Or I might just start jumping on the bed."
She rolled her eyes playfully at you and lifted one knee to join you in the bed. "Just until you fall asleep."
"Yes, ma'am." You smiled and moved slowly to the side, making space for her.
She laid then next to you, being careful not to push or crush you with her own body weight. It took you a couple of moments to settle into a comfortable position, where you had an arm below Lena and she rested her head on your shoulder, with a hand gently placed above your stomach. She moved the palm of her hand in circles, stroking with care your abdomen from above the covers.
The soothing movement, her embrace, the warmth of her body against you felt like a cure to all your aches and troubles. You couldn't imagine anyone else do what she was doing for you. Hell, you couldn't even imagine having to share those moments with anyone that wasn't her, and because of that you were grateful she was by your side.
"I know I already said it but, thank you." You moved your head a bit down to look at her. "I really don't know what I would do without you."
"Curl into a ball and sleep for a month?" Lena mused.
"Oh, I wish." You smiled at her. "But no, this is way better."
"How is this better?" She chuckled.
"'Cause I have you here." You sighed contented and fatigue seemed to finally settle in your bones as you snuggled down, shifting on the bed to rest your chin on her head. "You make everything better."
"You too make everything better, (Y/N)." She whispered as she knew you were asleep right away.
She smiled as a comfortable silence fell over the two of you, where Lena could hear the soft rhythm of your breathing and be comforted by the slow movement of your chest as it went up and down in the same cadence. She let herself drift into the same slumber.
She would have the rest of the day to buy you groceries and your meds, but for now she let herself too enjoy this moment by your side. After all, that's what she was there for.
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Tears on the Window Pane
One shot | Supergirl Masterlist | Masterlists
Fandom: Supergirl
Pairing: Lena Luthor x fem!Reader
Genre: Smut
Words: 2.6k+
Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, toxic ex, jealousy, alcohol, rough sex, fingering, humiliation (if you look hard enough), semi-public sex, degradation, hair pulling, asphyxiation, daddy kink, top!Lena, bottom!reader
Summary: months after a breakup, you bump into your ex. Though the relationship was filled with turmoil, and you’d long since believed you’d learnt some valuable lessons from it, it seems you’re not as strong to resist as you think.
A/n: this was originally going to be an enemies-to-lovers story but then a devilish creature crawled out from a dark corner of my room, muttered mean!Lena really seductively in my ear, and I was helpless to fight what came over me then...
It was foggy that Friday night. National city's streets pulsed with life as people filtered out of bars and clubs, only to move on to the next, then the next. When their wobbly steps turned solely to stumbling, they would wave their white flags and surrender to the night or, better yet, early morning. That, too, is what your plan had been - to wander aimlessly with a group of friends until your head spun and your feet hurt, till the sun rose from beneath skyscrapers and the morning breeze would snip away at the lingering effects of hard liquor and cheap beer. Those plans, however, had been wholly derailed when you made your way into a club, and tendrils of cold shivers made their way up your spine, forcing your gaze to flicker over the swarming sea of sweaty bodies, landing on one person.
If it were a year ago, a mousy smile could be caught stretched across your lips. A sudden timidness to being perceived by this goddess whom you'd once called your girlfriend may have even sent butterflies flittering low in your stomach. But a year ago, you were naive, blinded by flashing lights that coloured red, green and toxic, sweet.
You stood there, hand in hand, with a stray girl your group had adopted for the night, past feelings dwindling low in your stomach as your mind walked the line between now and then. Fear had the muscles in your stomach tensing, pupils dilating, and legs refusing to heed the commands of the arm tugging you towards the bar. The other emotion you harboured was similar in nature. However, it differed in that although its predecessor forced your legs to remain rooted, this successor wedged them closed to alleviate the quickening pulse, growing thick and lively.
Trying to ignore that even from a distance Lena's eyes had locked onto your every move with chilling precision, you elbowed your way to liquid relief. It had been your intention to leave after slinging back a few shots of watered-down vodka, but then came the shift - the subtle twist in your gut that made you courageous enough to entertain the attention you were receiving rather than cower away from it.
With a turn of your head and a feeling of which direction to turn in, you granted yourself a few moments to really take the CEO in. She appeared to have come straight from a business meeting, dressed in a navy suit, surrounded by white-collared men and women all fighting to gain recognition. And yet, she gave them nothing. She remained silent. Eyes cemented on the light sway of your hips and the shrinking space between you and the unknown body lurking beside you.
With each boom from the speakers and the accompanying shake of the floor, bodies morphed together until there was only Lena and the blur of scattered masses. The music died in your ears, reduced to a faint hum, and the constant pounding of the bass became secondary to the pounding of your heart. The beginning of a slow-motion step forward was attempted, the heel of your boot hitting the sticky floor before, "You want to dance?"
The spell was broken. Music assaulted your eardrums. The reek of alcohol polluted your nose, and calloused fingers brushed your elbow before a tall figure obstructed your view, sporting an aggravatingly hopeful smile.
"What?" you snapped, not realising how harsh your tone was until the man’s unabashed beam faltered. You tried again, this time softer. "It's loud in here. What did you say?"
There was a charming awkwardness to him. The way he rubbed a palm over the back of his neck and let out a nervous laugh made you feel bad for the guy.
"Come have a dance with me?" he asked, voice gruff but not entirely unpleasant.
The human blockade made it hard to gauge if Lena was still watching, and in the absence of her scrutinising glare, you allowed yourself to be led to the crowded dancefloor.
As the music flowed and your body moved, you let your mind wander. You thought back to the breakup and how the following months were spent re-wiring your brain, re-learning how to make decisions independently and cultivating a life centred around yourself. You’d told yourself it had been worth it. The freedom was blissful, and opportunities popped up where they had never seemed to before. But with the merriment came the bittersweet - evenings spent alone, men thinking they had free rein to eye fuck you and, occasionally, get handsy. A day didn't go by where you wouldn't crave the guidance and praise Lena bestowed. But more than anything, you missed the feeling of being wholly owned. It was that deep-rooted longing that had you looking back to Lena.
Despite not being in a relationship with the woman, the look she was shooting at the poor man behind you led you to believe her claim over you was still unconquered, and that single fact should have sent you running. But once again, strobing lights really did have a way of distorting things.
Her gaze remained fixed, and though it was unnerving, it was thrilling. Being with Lena was always like this. She was intense and stubborn and so damn territorial it spoke directly to the servile side of you in a way that nothing and no one else ever could. It made you desperate to bend to her will, no matter the costs. The only problem then was you weren’t hers to bend, and it became clear in that second that that needed to change.
You kept up the act, dancing as provocatively as stilettos would allow and laughing along to rehearsed pickup lines. The last straw for the fuming brunette came when a pair of hands snaked around your waist, pulling you back into a muscled torso, and a pathetic little jab touched your ass. Lena was up on her feet and charging towards you in no time.
"Hands off,” the older woman growled, digging her blunt nails into your forearm and yanking you forward.
"Take it easy.” The man tried to make a grab for you, but Lena beat him to it, stepping forward to shield you from his grasp. Instantly, he backed away, throwing his hands up. “I didn't know she was spoken for."
"Shut the fuck up." Lena was seething, her jaw clenched and her eyes vicious. “If you even think of you touching her again, I'll chop your dick off and feed it to you."
She didn't wait for a reply to come or give notice to the small crowd that had formed around the three of you. Instead, Lena hauled you into the bathroom in record time, practically threw you into an open stall door and pressed your front firmly against the wall.
"A few months, and you're already whoring yourself out,” came the surly voice from behind you. "Did you learn nothing?"
"I," you tried to answer, but a hand fell over your mouth, silencing you.
"You're disgusting,” she sneered. "What makes you think I care what you have to say?"
The palm over your lips was held tight. There was no space between slim fingers and no room to breathe from anywhere other than your nose. A woeful whimper arose from the back of your throat, sounding so pathetic heat rushed to your face and painted your cheeks pink.
The fact you knew, from experience, there was no way to get out of Lena's hold evaded you. From the surface level, it could be said you were under the assumption your sudden hike in mental strength extended to your physical. However, deep down, you knew the fight was what you and Lena needed. All that pent-up anger, resentment, and hunger required liberation, and together, that was something you always did well.
"You're so desperate, aren't you?" Lena snarled, lodging her foot between your heels and wedging them apart until you were spread open for her. "I bet if I reached into your panties, I'd find you soaked."
As predicted, the contentious grunt that heaved a puff of cool air out your nose and elbow to the gut sparked something primal in Lena. It forced her hand to the back of your neck, where she pushed your cheek harder into the wall and laid a stinging slap over your clothed cunt. The yelp that followed met a quick demise, cut off by bracketed fingers restricting your airways and survival instincts chose then to seek the help of your hands. They flailed about, aimlessly reaching out for Lena, begging her to stop or to give you more; you didn't know. All you knew was your mind's conflict.
The top half of your body fought hard, shoulders driving back and forth, whilst the bottom speedily submitted, rocking against the minimal pressure Lena's palm offered and greedily pushing down to gain more stimulation. It was all in vain, of course.
"Pathetic," she tutted, delivering another swift slap to your aching sex. "Little slut wants her pussy fucked?"
"Lena, please,” you quietly sobbed.
Swift as the wind, the brunette had your back to the wall, one hand gripping your jaw, the other holding your wrists above your head.
"Please, what?" she goaded, pushing your head up to work the blank space of your neck with not-so-gentle bites, topping them off with soothing licks.
"I d-don't know," you whined.
It wasn't far from the truth. Your mind was hazy from alcohol. You were letting your body lead you into something you knew you’d later regret. But the scariest thing was that it didn't frighten you at all how willing you were to throw months of hard work away. You knew what you wanted. The problem was grappling with whether it'd be a good idea to say the words out loud.
Your indecisiveness earned you a piercing pain that rang from the veins of your neck to the tiniest of capillaries in your toes. There was no way to see the irreparable damage done. Alas, there was no need. You felt the sharp edge of each tooth sink into your throat, marking you. The agony, however, was thankfully quashed seconds later as you received your second reprimand. Between the tearing of lace and Lena thrusting three fingers into your tight channel, there was no time to stop the ear-splitting moan that tumbled from your lips and bellowed over the bathroom stalls. The sound alone sent any remaining occupants fleeing in fits of laughter as your stomach sunk due to both mortification and arousal.
With Lena's new hand placement came the opportunity to use your hands again. Instead of using this as a chance to fight back, you pulled Lena up from the nook of your neck and hastily interlocked your lips together in a frenzied kiss. She reciprocated at first, then drew a sharp breath before pulling away. You attempted to chase her. However, you were woefully mistaken in thinking you had the authority to initiate such an act again. A brutal strike of curling fingers taught you that, alongside the smirk you witnessed when your eyes flew wide open and a shove to your neck forced the back of your head to collide with the wall. Lena wasn't shy with her pace after that. It was like she was adamant about proving how easy it was for her to drive you crazy.
Trailing fingers up your jaw to the back of your neck, Lena bundled your loose waves into a bun and tugged, forcing you to look into her blackened eyes as she frowned. "Do that again, and I'll bring you to the brink over and over again, then leave you here crying. Understand?"
You heeded the warning with fast nods and chants of 'yes, yes, yes', which seemed to please the brunette. She kept up her hurried movements, digits sliding rapidly up and down your hot canal, occasionally curling to stroke the rough patch of tissue that had you seeing stars.
The closer you got, the harder it was to remain still, and when Lena didn't stop your hips from matching the flow of her ministrations, you were beyond grateful. In fact, the move garnered reward, specifically a svelte hand moving south to knead your breasts. It turned out this was only a distraction from the nimble thumb readying itself for work. A swipe to your clit followed the next hit to your sweet spot, and before you knew what was happening, your stomach muscles were convulsing, and pangs of liquid heat soared through every vein in your body.
Your breaths were short and shallow. Lewd moans were given free rein to fill the four walls of the suffocating stall, and the thrumming bass coming from outside was being overtaken by the pulsing sound of blood pumping in your ears. Yet, somehow, through it all, you could still hear the shameful jabs Lena was throwing at you.
"I'm going to,” you began, only to be cut off by a stern voice.
"I don't think so, honey,” she interjected. “Who decides when you get to come?"
"Lena, oh god, Lena," you cried, squeezing around her fingers and trying to stop the tight coil in your gut from unfurling. "I can't!"
"Who tells you when you get to come?" Lena barked, slowing down.
Tears were welling in your eyes, giving shine to the stars interspersed across your vision.
"You!"
"Who?!" Lena sped up again, redoubled her efforts and slipped a fourth finger inside you, filling you so completely that your knees almost buckled beneath you. Even still, you weren't granted permission to release the strained muscles holding you from your orgasm.
"Fuck!" you screamed. A tear spilt down the side of your face, your jaw shook, and blood coated your tongue as you bit the inside of your cheek, tearing into the smooth flesh. “You do, Daddy!"
Just when you thought you might pass out, hot breath skimmed the shell of your ear, and Lena whispered the words that were your undoing.
"I want everyone to hear you. Come nice and hard for Daddy."
Finally, you let go. All the pent-up tension rushed to the surface like a tidal wave. It submerged you in a whirlpool of flooding pleasure that had you shouting out for Lena, begging her to hold you steady whilst you shook and shook for what felt like hours. Her arm was around you in no time, providing a lifeline to hold onto whilst her fingers kept you under, massaging soft tissue.
You stood there, mind numb, body useless, until the shudders passed, and Lena carefully pulled her fingers out of you. It wasn't until after feeling had returned to your legs and the strain of standing wasn't registering that you realised Lena was practically holding you up. Her arms were on your hips, and her body firmly pressed you to the wall, so there was no chance you'd keel over.
When your eyes met, you detected the slightest bit of worry, making your heart skip a beat, and that alone was why you didn't argue when the next thing she said was, "I'm taking you back to mine."
It wasn't so much a walk to the car; rather, Lena stormed through the club, dragging you alongside her before slamming you against the back door of the vehicle and kissing you silly. At first, you were taken aback. Her reluctance to do just this only minutes ago was still echoing between your legs. You shook it off and accepted the moment for what it was: fleeting. That was when the rain started to fall, and the drunken mob's laughter erupted into roars of childlike amusement, and for the first time in a while, you felt content.
You laughed and laughed and laughed, genuine bubbling girly giggles shaking your chest and vibrating between rain-kissed lips.
"I'm so screwed," you half-whispered, half-sighed, nestling your head into Lena's neck. And as the sky cried a fresh set of trickling tears that splattered off the car's window panes, you happily bled a few of your own.
"Mmm," the older woman hummed in agreement, kissing your temple lightly. “Yes, you are."
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(Y/N): Kara, I think I’m drunk but don’t tell Lena.
Lena: You’re what!?
(Y/N): Oh oops
(Y/N), turning to Kara: Kara I think I’m drunk but don’t tell Lena
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Begging To Stay
Lena Luthor x Fem!Reader
Pt 1
Prompt: Lena is trying to get used to being married to the reader in the new earth when she overhears reader being offered a chance to remember the other reader’s memories from Lena’s earth.
WC: 1.5k
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It was a strange reality for her to deal with, but nevertheless, she dealt with it. The two of you still shared the same bed from time to time, but the tension was still there. Granted that tension mainly came from Lena as opposed to you. But with time, Lena found herself slowly, but surely getting used to this new life. She learned not to blame this version of you for an event you were never even aware of. At the same time, she got used to you calling her ‘honey’ or ‘sweetie,’ a habit that you couldn’t get yourself out of.
Despite Lena adjusting, what she didn’t know was your slowly crumbling mental health. Ever since you discovered Lena’s doubt of her love towards you, you couldn’t but feel as if this new Lena felt stuck with you. You started to believe that your presence was making Lena more unhappy by the second. You know yourself and Lena has reassured you time and time again that she doesn’t blame this version of you for lying to her because truthfully, you didn’t even lie with her, to begin with.
Lena was at work one day and she had been specifically looking for you for a referral over a trustworthy recruit who would oversee the security department. Since you knew the people better than her at the moment, she always asked you for opinions. She manages to find you in Alex’s office accompanied by J’onn.
“Y/N, I don’t think you would understand what will happen if I do it,” J’onn warns.
“I don’t think you understand either. She is hurting, J’onn, and I know she’s still carrying that burden whenever wherever go. She isn’t happy where she is.”
Alex shakes her head in disbelief. “And how would you know that? You should know that woman hated your guts when she found out the other version of you was hiding Kara’s secret; as in neither of you spoke to each other in months because of it. Would you really jeopardize your relationship like that?”
“I think my relationship with Lena died when she woke up.”
J’onn points at you angrily, “no it didn’t. She is still there. She’s starting to love you all over again. Lena isn’t blaming you for something a different version of you had done. You can’t just impulsively throw your happiness away like this.”
“If she’s not happy, I’m not happy. You’re giving me my memories back and that’s final.” You put your foot down sternly, your eyes cold and unchanged.
J’onn sighs heavily, eventually nodding in defeat. “Fine,”
Crossing her expression in disbelief, Alex does her best to try to contradict you, “J’onn, no!” Yet, it seems that J’onn had ignored Alex’s plea.
“Meet me here by tomorrow if you’re still willing to do it.”
You smile in victory. Thanking the both of them, you leave with a smile on your face, not noticing Lena who hid behind the door, listening to your conversation.
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You finally arrive home, sighing heavily. Yet the moment you saw Lena standing by the door, the corners of your lips draw up to a force smile. “You’re home early,” you comment.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Lena’s voice was as cold as ice, and the arctic tone was enough to numb a piece of your heart. Shit, she found out.
“Lena-“
She recoils when you try to take a step towards her. “How could you do this?”
“I-I just thought-“ The words could barely come out of your mouth.
“You thought what?” She asks impatiently. “Tell me, Y/N!” Lena’s eyes burn from the pain, from the feeling of betrayal. For a moment, it was as if she was reliving the moment all over again with you and the memories were only beginning to flood Lena’s mind.
You throw your hands up exasperated and somewhat desperate as you try to maintain your composure. “Because I thought this was what you needed.”
Lena shakes her head in denial. “No, that isn’t true.”
“Things aren’t the same as it was between us and it’s clear that you don’t love me or want me. It would make things easier for the both of us if I just forgot this world existed and you have the right Y/N in front of you.”
“You are the right Y/N. You weren’t the one that betrayed me to Lex. Stop trying to associate yourself with someone that isn’t you.”
“But when you look at me, all you see is that version of me. I know you front and back, Lena. When there’s something wrong, I’m the first one to notice, and I know you aren’t happy with where you are.”
“You can’t just make that call yourself. I’m not happy because I’m trying to figure out this new world that we’re all living in and why Lex is still alive. I’m not happy because I’m frustrated with Supergirl and the DEO and how they handled the Crisis. The only reason why I haven’t broken down yet is because I have someone who is always there to help me, who is always trying to do what’s best for me. That’s you, Y/N, it has always been.”
You avert your eyes from her, unable to look. If you stay any longer, the small voice in the back of your head would start growing and your mind was going to change. You can’t, you have to suppress it. She approaches you, placing both her hands on your shoulders which causes your muscles to tense where the warmth from her hands makes contact. “Lena-“
“I need you Y/N. If you follow through with this tomorrow, I won’t know who I can turn to. You make this reality less daunting and more bearable than the last. Please,” she pleads. “Please don’t leave me.”
You finally go to look at her, staring deeply into her eyes, seeing them water at the brim. She was threatening to cry, she was about to cry. You bite your lip as the tears in your eyes were ready to pool over, too. In those moments, you wish that things were back to normal again and you curse whoever gave you this fate.
“Say something, Y/N.”
You place your hand on your shoulder, on top of her hand, squeezing it gently, rubbing her knuckles in your best attempt to comfort her. The voice in your head was blaring in your ears, deafening you from your old intentions. Stay. That’s what you want. She still waits for your response. From Lena’s eyes, she could see a shift in your eyes as the walls of your feelings start to crumble down. That’s when she knew, you didn’t want to do what you were going to do tomorrow.
“Is this what you want?” You ask her.
“This is what I need,” she corrects. “I can’t do this without you. Maybe you don’t want to hear it now, but I just want you to know that I love you. I fell in love with you, all over again. Ever since I had woke until now, all I think about is you and how lucky I am to have you. I wouldn’t have this if you go to J’onn tomorrow. You've made me happy, Y/N.”
You couldn’t help but laugh a little which causes some concern to rise in Lena’s eyes. Yet, you were quick to reassure her. “It’s like you recited our wedding day vows,” you joke. The joke was enough to have the corner of Lena’s lips curl into a smile, and in return, you smile a little too. She squeezes your hand back, which causes you to only her hand back, too. “I love you, too, Lena. I haven’t stopped loving you.”
She sighs in relief. Suddenly, you feel your lips occupied. Lena’s arms wrap around your frame and you instantly feel your body relax under the hold. It felt forever and another eternity since the last time you had felt the feeling of warmth touch your lips. Deepening the kiss, you hadn’t realized how much you had been longing for Lena’s loving touch. Lena, on the other hand, was absorbing the moment once more. For her, she hasn’t been able to do this to you since forever and eternity. The passion burns between the both of you, and finally, you both realize that this is what you two need. Love. You needed each other.
When the two of you pull away, the tears that have been waiting to fall finally fall on both of your cheeks. The emotions were too overbearing. “Please stay,” she pleads.
You only wrap your arms around her to pull her closer to you, “For you, always.”
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Could you do a oneshot where Jeremiah is back (S2 Ep14) and joins family dinner but with b!d being not so happy to see him again because she was so devastated when she was gone? Maybe Kara or Alex/Maggie/Lena confront him when she runs out the door or something? You can decide how this ends?
A/n: In this story, Alex and Kara play more as a supporting role in order to focus the oneshot more on the friendship between Lena and Baby Danvers (Reader). That´s why they´re physically mentioned, but do nothing active as talking.
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"Did you miss me?" asked the familiar voice from across the room and you swallowed hard as every vein in your body filled with a throbbing rage.
When the doorbell rang, you expected everyone but never him. Not your father, who just disappeared from one day to the next without telling anyone. He hadn´t even given you a damn reason and all these years you´ve been racking your brain about the why.
When he left you, you often thought about what it would be like to see him again, but over time, the scenarios in your head changed. At first, you would havee forgiven him as if nothing had happened. You would not have blamed him, but would have fallen into his arms and started crying with joy.
But now, you recognized his selfishness and was convinced that if you would meet him again, you would let him feel my coldness. For him to be consumed with self-reproach, like you had been for a while. But the more time passed, the more you managed to put the pain behind you with the help of your family and found the strength to close this chapter in your life.
Until now, when your wound completely ripped open again.
"You shouldn´t be here." you hissed between clenched teeth and didn´t dare to turn around.
You didn´t have to- heavy footsteps, mixed with the crunching of the wooden floorboards, could be heard and he stood behind you. "Babygirl.. I´m sorry." you tried to calm your hands, which were starting to tremble. Whether with anger or the sadness he left in your heart- you couldn´t quite figure it out. "But now I´m back and everything can go back to how it was before."
You tried to breathe regulary and bit your lip in the process; the pressure leaving a slight metallic taste in your mouth. Why couldn´t you just ignore him? He should get out of your apartment. Forever. You wanted to get rid of him- he was no longer a part of you and never will be again.
"You screwed up." You couldn´t bear to swallow your feelings anymore. You couldn´t go on and tolerate everything he had done, eventually the capacity of lying and cheating was reached.
"Alex could forgive me, then why not you?"
A short laugh escaped your lips and you leaned against the table that you were recently setting. You looked down for a moment, your feet scraping the floor as you just rolled your eyes up and glared at him maliciously. "Alex feels sorry for you. Why else would she invite you to a family dinner when you traded your wife and kids for work? To me, you are just a pitiful piece of misery that abandoned and destroyed his entire family."
Suddenly, there was silence in the room. Not long ago, your mother and Kara had been messing around with dishes in the kitchen, Alex´s attempts to say something between your arguments had died down and the nervous clinking of the rings against the glass of wine, that Lena wore, was gone.
"Do you really want me to go?"
"Yes, I do. Because I don´t give a shit what promises you make. Just because you exist and tell me all these things doesn´t mean they are true. I can say with a high certainty that you will be gone again in the next few months."
You had your arms crossed across your chest, your eyes narrowed and your mouth set in a thin line. You were furious, your blood almost boiling over but grateful that Alex let you talk. To get everything off your chest; she knew exactly how you felt when he disappeared and that you partly blamed yourself for it.
"Well, I´m not going."
You stared at him one more time with disbelief; your eyes boring deep into him so that he had to swallow hard and had to improve his stance. "Then I will go." you skillfully walked past him. "Please, sweetheart." Jeremiah sighed tragically. He managed to grab your arms and clasped your wrist tightly, so that you couldn´t shake them off at first. "Please, take a deep breath. Do you really want to leave?"
Without saying another word, you freed yourself with a quick and strong shake and took a step back from him. You walked away and grabbed your handbag from the bar stool on the way.
Only now did both siblings step in and try to persuade you to stay, but you couldn´t manage to play happy family with this person, who called himself your father, and enjoy the evening with him. You had nothing more to say and at the same time, you didn´t want to know anything more from him.
"Do you know how much damage you did in less than five minutes?" the black haired finally threw into the room with an even deeper voice and glared daggers at Jeremiah; the light color of her eyes turning into a deep dark green. How could one be so damn impudent and bold to enter the apartment with such a sentence. "A damage that was almost impossible to repair years ago, but we still managed to get her through it?"
"Calm down, Luthor. I´ve disappeared to-"
But the older man didn´t get any further chance to speak, Lena interrupted him abruptly; shifting in her seat so that her back could be supported and her arms crossed in front of her chest. "What? To protect? At that time there were other methods of protecting your children, most notably Y/n."
Lena Luthor seemed close to a dropout, despite her calm demeanor. Everyone in the room knew her, knew well that the throbbing vein on her temple and the twitching of her jaw showed, that the window of opportunity to be able to talk to her normally was soon missed.
He just drove her insane. And yet he still had the nerve to look at her quite innocently and confidently.
"This kid had an untold number of sleepless nights where she would show up at my apartment, crying and sometimes drunk because she didn´t know how else to suppress the feelings you left behind."
During the sentence she dropped, she stood up and put her hands on her hips in anger and disgust, waiting for his reply. But none came. Instead, he turned to leave when Lena held him back one last time.
"So often, she had doubted herself as a daughter, was sure she would have been the one who made you disappear because she gave you a hard time as a teenager. You didn´t deserve her as a daughter so do her a favor and don´t show up in her life ever again."
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Agent Danvers - Chapter 10
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“I sure picked the wrong time to get rid of all my Kryptonite,” J'onn comments with a frown.
“You all right?” (Y/n) asks Kara, who had been incapaciated by the rogue Kryptonian.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” Kara replies, “just a little shaken. Where is he?”
“He disappeared into the city,” Alex tells Kara.
“Which is just what I don’t need,” J'onn answers, crossing his arms. J'onn starts down the hall, the three Danvers sisters following close behind. “A rogue Kryptonian on the loose just as the President is due for a visit.”
“Wait, the President is coming here?” Kara asks J'onn, the four walking down the stairs.
“Yeah, she wants to tour the DEO while she’s in National City to sign the Alien Amnesty Act,” Alex replies.
“It’s amazing,” Kara says, excitedly, “an executive order allowing aliens on Earth to come out of the shadows and live as full citizens. She’s making history.”
“Not in my book, I think she’s making a big mistake,” J'onn disagrees.
“Now, how can you of all people say that?” Kara asks, crossing her arms.
“Because it’s been my hard experience that humans and aliens don’t mix,” J'onn replies.
“What about you and me?” Kara asks.
“What about us?” J'onn echoes. “We can look like them, we blend in, a lot of aliens can’t. And people in this world don’t have much tolerance for others who are different.”
(Y/n) grunts in reply. “I could’ve told you that.”
. . .
(Y/n) stands next to Alex, Kara up front dressed as Supergirl to meet the President.
The crowd cheers as the President emerges from her plane, standing on the landing.
The President walks down the stairs with two of her guards.
All of a sudden, a beam of fire hits the stairs, blasting one of the guards and he falls forward down the stairs.
Screams of terror sound from the people as Kara, (Y/n), and Alex advance towards the President.
Kara, of course, gets to the President first, shielding the woman with her bright red cape.
The beam of fire stops, and Kara looks around at the wreckage, burnt tires, charred carpet, and her younger sister, clutching a burnt left arm.
(Y/n) feels Kara’s gaze on her, looking up from her arm to gesture at the President, waving her sister’s concern away with her right hand. It’s not like her arm wasn’t burning with pain, but that was something that could be fixed, she hoped, but the DEO’s relationship with the President was what was important right now.
. . .
“Where’s the President now?” Alex asks Kara and (Y/n), her arm now in a sling, burn cream spread all over her arm.
“They’re taking her back to the DEO,” Kara replies. “She was . . . she was so nice. And grateful, and she called me Supergirl.”
(Y/n)’s lips twitch amusedly. “Well, that is your name.”
“Yeah, I know that but . . .” Kara gazes dreamily into the horizon, “when she says it, it just sounds better. “‘Supergirl!” she straightens confidently.
Alex chuckles.
“How did anyone even vote for that other guy?” Kara asks.
“Well, when you’re done fawning over your new best friend . . .” (Y/n) teases. “The burn pattern is consistent with a heat-vision signature.”
“Our escaped Kryptonian’s been awake six hours and is already trying to kill the President,” Kara replies.
“Winn’s working on tracking him,” Alex tells Kara.
“You don’t know that it’s him,” (Y/n) replies, looking down over the red carpet.
“Well, in the meantime, we should gather whatever evidence we can find,” Alex replies. She looks over after a moment, catching sight of a woman she didn’t know, and she taps (Y/n)’s shoulder.
(Y/n) glances over and follows Alex over to the woman.
“Hey!” Alex says, and the woman, a Latina with long wavy brown hair, looks up. “What the hell do you think you’re doing in my crime scene?”
“Anyone ever tell you, all you Feds sound the same?” the woman asks.
“I swear,” (Y/n) jokes, “we must all watch the same shitty movies.”
The woman looks over Alex’s shoulder, her lips quirking into a slight smile before she turns back to Alex.
“Who are you?” Alex questions.
“Detective Maggie Sawyer, NCPD Science Division,” the woman, Maggie, replies. “We handle all cases involving aliens and things that go bump in the night.” Maggie pulls her badge out of her back pocket. “Showed you mine. Show me yours?”
Both (Y/n) and Alex reach into their back pockets, waiting for the badge to change to:
“Alex and (Y/n) Danvers, Secret Service.”
Both women show Maggie their badges before sliding them back into their pockets.
“I’m sure you mean well, detective, but this is a federal crime scene,” Alex replies, looking down at Maggie. “You’re contaminating my evidence.”
“I’m contanimating it?” Maggie echoes. “Your lackey over there is bagging charred carpet and crispy limo into the same Ziploc. I thought the Secret Service would pay closer attention to detail.”
Alex takes a step forward. “We have technology that makes your City PD lab look like an Easy-Bake Oven.”
“And us dumb local cops would never deduce that the Presdient’s assailant was either Kryptonian or Infernian,” Maggie replies coolly. “Both species have heat vision.”
“Thank you,” Alex replies.
“We’ll take it from here, Detective Sawyer,” (Y/n) says, trying to steer the conversation out of dangerous waters.
“The airport is within my jurisdiction,” Maggie replies.
“Your jurisdiction ends where I say it does,” Alex replies firmly.
Maggie is silent for a moment, watching Alex closely before she steps over, shaking (Y/n)’s good hand. “See you ‘round, Danvers,” Maggie tells Alex before walking away.
. . .
“Welcome to the DEO, Madam President,” J'onn greets the President, he, Alex, and Kara showing her around. (Y/n) is sitting in the Med-Bay, a machine healing the burnt and damaged tissue.
“I’m surprised, now that your true identity is known to the world, that you don’t live openly as your Martian self,” the President replies.
“I find that looking human makes people feel more comfortable,” J'onn reasons.
“Hopefully, my Alien Amnesty Act will change that,” the President says. “For you and everyone else from beyond the stars that have made Earth their home. I know the DEO’s mission is to hunt renegade aliens, but that mission is going to have to adapt.” She glances over at J’onn. “You disagree, Director?”
“I do, Madam President,” J’onn replies. “There are aliens out there, killers who wouldn’t understand the concept of the very rights you’re offering them. Evil creatures who could take advantage of your good will.”
“I imagine the very same thing was once said about you, J’onn J’onzz,” the President counters, smiling slightly, “but someone gave you the benefit of the doubt. Isn’t it time we paid that forward?” J’onn nods reluctantly. “I can think of no better time than the present to extend our hand in friendship.”
“Even if that hand gets bitten off?” J’onn questions.
“One has to have hope,” the President says.
“What if it’s false hope?” J’onn counters.
“It’s hope, J’onn. How can it be false?” The President smiles mischievously, walking towards the exit.
“Did you hear that?” Kara asks, still dressed as Supergirl. “They’re gonna quote her.”
“Well, she is the president,” (Y/n) replies, scratching the small of her back with her uninjured arm.
Kara glances, amused, at her younger sister before she says, “Okay, well I have to go. I’m conducting my first interview as a reporter.” Kara turns to (Y/n), “You wanna come.”
(Y/n) glances at J’oon for permission, and he nods.
. . .
“Ms. Luthor,” Kara and (Y/n) walk into Lena Luthor’s office.
“Nice to see you again, Ms. Luthor,” Yes, Lena had told (Y/n) to call her Lena, but this was her office.
“Please, Lena,” Lena replies, standing up to shake (Y/n) and Kara’s hands. “It’s good to see you again, (Y/n), Ms. Danvers.”
“Well, if I’m calling you Lena . . .” Kara smiles.
“Kara it is,” Lena says. Lena sits back down behind her desk. “If you have a parking ticket, I can have it validated for you.”
“No, it’s okay, we flew here,” Kara replies without thinking. “On a bus!” she adds hastily.
(Y/n) lets out a snort of laughter.
“Well, I’m glad to see you decided to give reporting a shot,” Lena says, offering (Y/n) and Kara the seats across from her. “Although if you’re here on the same day the President is in town -”
“I must be here to ask the sister of the most notorious alien-hater her take on the President’s executive order.”
“I want to show you something,” Lena slides her chair out, and moves over to a shelf with a few gadgets on it.”
“What is it?” Kara asks.
(Y/n) studies the object closely. “It’s an alien detection device,” (Y/n) guesses, standing up with Kara to look at the device.
Lena’s expression changes, and she looks at (Y/n) appreciatively. “It allows humans to find out who among them is not truly one of them,” Lena adds. “It’s not market-ready yet,” Lena goes on, turning and moving back towards her desk. “I mean, we’re still developing the prototype. But we aim to have this device in every store, in every town all across America.”
Kara jots a few things down on her notepad. “How does it work?”
“It’s just a simple skin test,” Lena replies, setting the device down on her desk. “Let me show you what a negative response looks like.” Lena places a thumb on the scanner, and it blinks green after a moment. Then, she holds it out to Kara. “Okay, now you try.”
But won’t a device like this . . .” Kara pauses. “Doesn’t it go against everything America is supposed to stand for? This country has always been a safe place for immigrants.”
“It’s also always been a country full of humans,” Lena replies.
Kara laughs nervously, “Just . . . Don’t you think this device will force aliens back into the very shadows the President is trying to shine a light on?”
Lena pauses before she continues, “If aliens want to be citizens, that’s now their right. But if humans wanna know which of their fellow citizens aren’t actually one of them, that’s their right too. I’m a business woman. L-Corp is in the business of making money, and this device is going to make us a fortune. Unlike my brother, I’m going to do it for the good of the world.” Lena moves around her desk, and while her back is turned, Kara uses her heat vision to try to change the composition of the device. “So,” Lena sits down at her desk, turning to study Kara; she offers her the device.
“Right,” Kara says, stepping forwarding and allowing herself to perform the skin test, and, like Lena, the light blinks green.
“See,” Lena says. “It works perfectly.”
“Yeah,” Kara replies, hiding her nervousness behind her smile.
(Y/n)’s phone rings, and she glances apologetically at Lena before she turns, answering Winn’s call, “Winn. Okay. I’ll meet her there. The arm’s fine. Okay. I’ll see you later.” (Y/n) turns around, to face the desk and the two women sitting on opposite sides, both look at her with concern. “Alex needs my help with something. Sorry, Kar,” (Y/n) hugs her sister. “Sorry about this, Lena.”
“It’s alright, go,” Lena replies, furrowing her eyebrows slightly. Who is she?
. . .
(Y/n) and Alex bust through the doors of the facility.
The other agents behind them search the facility, (Y/n) and Alex inching forward with huge guns leveled on their shoulders - (Y/n) had removed her sling.
“Hands where I can see them!” Alex orders, pointing her gun at the dark silhouette of a person.
“Al,” (Y/n) says, lowering her weapon.
Maggie Sawyer stands, turning to look at the two Danvers sisters.
Alex sighs, looking annoyed.
“Fancy fire powers for Feds,” Maggie remarks, lowering her hands.
(Y/n) turns to the agents behind her. “Clear the warehouse.”
“Don’t bother, your boy’s gone,” Maggie replies.
“How’d you find this place?” Alex asks as the other agents - minus (Y/n) - begin to search the warehouse.
“I’m a detective, Agent Danvers,” Maggie replies. “I detect. I’ve heard stories of black ops anti-alien strike team.”
“Not anti-alien,” (Y/n) mutters.
“Sounded like the boogeyman, but here y’all stand,” Maggie continues. (Y/n) crouches down, picking up the DEO-issued medical bracelet. “You’re DEO, aren’t you?”
Something crawls up from the bracelet onto (Y/n)’s hand, and (Y/n) looks down at the spider before smacking it - and killing it. (Y/n) takes note of the colors of the spider - red and blue. Strange.
“Winn, we missed him, he could be anywhere,” Alex turns to talk into her COMMs.
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Katie Mcgrath x LectorFemenino
Efimero...🥀
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______ es la persona más linda,tierna y detallista del mundo, en especial con su novia Lena...cuánto amaba a esa chica,todos los días le llevabas su Rosa favorita acompañada de una gran sonrisa.
Hoy iría con su novia después de 3 días sin poder verla,______ caminaba por las calles de National City con una gran sonrisa en el rostro y un hermoso Girasol en su mano izquierda.
Y ahí estaba ella frente al amor de su vida...______ se acercó de manera lenta,su sonrisa disminuyó un poco pero no se esfumó
-Hola mi amor--se acercó de manera lenta hasta sentarse junto a su novia--Te extrañe tanto...te extraño tanto--se corrigió mirando la tumba dónde ya hacía su amada--Lamento no venir a verte estos últimos dias--sonrio de manera triste tocando las letras que formaban el nombre de Lena...--Pero aquí estoy mi vida y te tengo una sorpresa--Solitarias lágrimas comenzaron a bañar sus mejillas--Te traje tu favorita--mostró el hermoso Girasol el cual acomodo sin que tapara su nombre--Ultimamente te eh extrañado de sobremanera,todos te extrañamos,Kara está a nada de casarse y apuesto a que le hubiera encantado que estuvieras ahí...eras su mejor amiga,Alex y Kelly bautizaron a su pequeña...me pidieron que fuera la madrina y acepte,me hubiera encantado que estuvieras aquí, ambas seríamos sus madrinas--sollozo sintiendo su pecho ser oprimido--Me tengo que ir mi amor,tengo cosas por hacer--susurro para después dejar un beso a su amada a través de su mano--Te amor--se levanto del suelo para después retirar todo rastro de llanto de su rostro y caminar a la salida.
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Flying Home To You
⁀➷ Pairing: Lena Luthor x Reader
⁀➷ Notes: Cute lil’ idea I had :D
⁀➷ Summary: When you’re flying back home from a business trip, you find yourself jet-lagged. Lena’s here to make it better.
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The plane ride home had been gruelling, and your mind felt foggy as you raised a weary arm to hail a cab to finally take you back to your apartment.
The city lights blurred outside the window, and you could hardly keep your eyes open, resting your head against the cold glass. Turbulence and a screaming baby had kept you from catching up on the day or so of sleep you’d desperately been craving - not to mention the being in multiple time zones in the span of a few days. It had all begun to take its toll of you, leaving you feeling jet lagged and just overall exhausted.
The cab pulled up to your apartment building, and you stumbled out, dragging your suitcase behind you. The keys felt heavy in your hand as you fumbled to unlock the door. Lena must have heard your tired footsteps because she opened the door with such a sweet smile that you were helpless to stop your cheeks from blushing pink.
“Welcome home my love.” Lena purred, pulling you into a deep hug, one which left you melting into her arms. You hadn’t realised how much you’d missed her touch, her voice, her everything.
She took your bag, setting it to the side and she guided you inside, “Let’s get you settled in baby.”
You nodded as her hand came to rest on your back, guiding you over to the living room after you’d kicked off your shoes.
“I’m so glad to be home.” You finally uttered, feeling the weight of the day slowly begin to lift as you let yourself sink into the familiarity of the sofa. It was a little hard to get comfy at first. You’d been sat down for most of the day to the point your legs had started to ache and go numb and then there was that pounding at the front of your head, like someone repeatedly banging on a drum.
Lena was quick to sit beside you, “How was the trip darling? Everything go smoothly I hope.”
You shrugged, “Work was fine, everything went good,” You let out a small sigh, letting your head fall onto her chest as you cuddled up to her, “Those flights was awful though.”
“I forget you don’t like flying, do you?” She sighed, she’d insisted you take her jet and she fly you herself but you’d convinced her the hassle wasn’t worth it just for a small trip. Lena pressed a kiss to the front of your temple and noticed the slight way you winced at the touch, “Your head hurts?” She asked, seemingly already knowing the answer.
“Throbbing.”
“You’re dehydrated sweetheart, that’s why your head hurts.” Your girlfriend whispered, she had noticed the subtle way your lips had begun to chap at the edges - it was your tell. It was how she knew when you hadn’t been drinking enough.
“Maybe.” You sighed, knowing she was definitely right.
She stood up, her hand trailing from your slightly-messy hair before heading over to the kitchen. Lena didn’t take long and she quickly returned with a fresh bottle of water from the fridge.
“Here, make sure you drink, okay?” She mumbled softly, the cold bottle was placed into your hand, “I know how you are about forgetting these things.”
You nodded, lips fastening around the neck of the bottle before taking a slow sip of the cool liquid which earnt a nod of approval from your wife. The gesture was quickly followed by a soft kiss to the top of your forehead and you could feel her gentle hand begin to run through your hair.
The Luthor reached down into her pocket, pulling out a small packet of paracetamol. “You should take these too.” She said, popping two out of the packet and waited for you to take them.
“Good girl, thank you.” She hummed quietly as she took the drink from you and set it aside. The sound was soft and comforting. You found yourself settling into her touch, your hand coming to rest on her thigh as you looked up at her sleepily, “We’ll get you to bed soon, don’t worry. You’ve got nothing to do tomorrow at all, you can sleep as long as you need.”
“Thank you Le’, I’m really grateful for everything.” A soft smile played on your lips as you both settled down into each other’s hold, enjoying the comforting silence of each other.
“Did you miss me?” You broke the silence a few minutes later as you quietly murmured, you already knew the answer of course but just needed to hear it.
Lena smiled, as she let your spare hand come to cup your chin, tilting your head up to meet her emerald eyes, “Of course I did, you know I always miss you.” You felt her kiss your forehead again but this time you sat up, mirroring her touch as you cupped her face before pressing a deep kiss to her cherry lips.
“I really missed you too.”
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Making Amends
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“Lena I don’t want to hear it!” You growled the words as your girlfriend tried to explain why she had been home so late. This wasn’t the first time it had happened. You knew how she struggled with communicating or losing track of her work sometimes but this was different. She had promised go be home on time. She had promised to share the evening together with you, like you’d planned. She had promised to make the anniversary of your relationship special.
It didn’t matter now anyway. The dinner you’d made sat untouched on the table, stone cold. You didn’t even want to hear her reasoning for being late. You already knew in at heart. She’d gotten caught up in her work and had simply forgotten. Thats how it always went.
In the tense silence that followed, Lena's eyes pleaded for understanding, but you couldn't bring yourself to soften. Frustration and disappointment lingered in the air, wrapping around both of you like an unwelcome shroud. As you stood there, the weight of unmet expectations pressed on your shoulders. The room felt like it was growing hotter. Getting smaller. Everything seemed to sway and swoon as your vision hazed in and you out of focus. You needed some fresh air and you needed it now.
You stormed out of the apartment, the door slamming shut behind you - not even bothering to grab a jacket. The cool night air hit your face, providing a momentary relief from the stifling tension inside. Your mind raced with a mix of anger, hurt, and confusion. As you walked the dimly lit streets, you found yourself at a nearby park, seeking solace under the stars. Looking up at the unknown was always something that relaxed you. The endless possibilities of space. At heart you knew it wasn’t Lena’s fault entirely. She’d come home exhausted just last week as a result of the stress work had been causing her but it just hurt when her work got in the way of your personal lives.
The distant rumble of thunder interrupted your thoughts, and as you looked up at the night sky, raindrops began to fall. The gentle drizzle soon turned into a steady rain, drenching you in seconds. The cool water on your face felt strangely soothing. It was a good kind of cold.
However even the rain seemed to turn on you as you shivered involuntarily and giving a reluctant sigh, you decided to finally head back home. The rain soaked through your clothes as you hurried back, each step feeling heavier than the last. By the time you reached your apartment, you were drenched and exhausted. The door creaked open, revealing the aftermath of your heated argument. It was quiet inside. Lena had most likely retreated to the bedroom into the bedroom. But you were unwilling to face the bedroom just yet, so instead you settled on the living room sofa. It wasn’t warm nor did you have a blanket but sneaking into the bedroom to grab a change of clothes wasn’t exactly something you were eager to do.
Instead you curled up on the sofa, trying to ignore the uncomfortable sensation of the wet clothes against your cold skin. Turning over you let your head fall onto one of the pillows and you shut your eyes, hoping to slip into a peaceful sleep.
The next morning, you awoke with a heavy head and a throat that felt like it had been scraped with sandpaper. The remnants of last night's argument lingered in your mind, but they were overshadowed by the unmistakable signs of an impending illness. Stupid rain. Stupid cold. Stupid lack of a jacket! With a groan, you dragged yourself out of the makeshift bed on the sofa, your body protesting every movement as forced yourself to get dressed for work.
Despite the creeping heat of an uncoming fever seeping through your body, you trudged into the DEO, determined to fulfill your responsibilities as a agent there.
Colleagues shot concerned glances your way, but you brushed them off with a forced smile. The familiar hum of the high-tech agency felt louder than usual, pounding against your throbbing head.
As you attempted to focus on your tasks, the overhead intercom crackled to life. "Agent Y/L/N, report to Director Danvers' office immediately," the stern voice echoed through the facility causing you to grumble in annoyance as you pushed yourself up stumbled towards Alex's office.
Upon entering, you found yourself friend sitting at her drsk, concern etched across her face. "You look terrible," she remarked, her voice a mix of sympathy and scolding. "I've already called Lena. She'll pick you up. You need to go home and rest. You can’t work like this.”
“Ale-“ You couldn’t even begin to sigh her name before you were interrupted with a rough throat scraping cough, “Why did you-“
She raised a stern eyebrow before pulling a bottle of water out from her drawer and sliding it over the desk towards you, “That’s exactly why. I’m not just telling you this as your boss but as your friend. You’re sick. You need to go home. This is not an option.” You knew Alex’s stern voice and this was definitely it. There really was no point arguing with her, she was the director after all.
Lena didn’t take long to arrive. Less than 10 minutes which was very impressive given the traffic at this hour. All it took was one look at you sitting slumped in Alex’s office, your exhausted drooping eyes looking up at her as a box of tissues sat open in your lap to make her heart melt.
Your girlfriend was by your side in an instant, concern etched across her face. "How did this happen?" She crouched down, brushing a gentle hand over your forehead, her keen eyes not missing the subtle way you tensed beneath her touch.
The weight of the previous night's argument lingered in the air, but the genuine worry in Lena's expression softened the edges of the tension between you. She spoke with a gentle tone, "You should have told me you weren't feeling well, darling. I hate seeing you like this."
You managed a weak smile, appreciating Lena's concern despite the strained circumstances. "I didn't want to bother you. Besides, we had enough on our plates with everything - last night - already."
Lena shook her head, her fingers brushing through your hair comfortingly. "You're never a bother to me. We're in this together, remember?" She glanced up at Alex, who had been pretending to make herself busy in order to not intrude on your conversation, "I'll take her home, Thanks for looking out for her."
Alex nodded, her stern facade softening. "Always. Now you two ake care of each other. And Y/N, don't come back until you're fully recovered. That’s an order. I’ll come round tomorrow to check in if you’re feeling up to it.” She smiled over at you.
Lena helped you up, offering a supportive arm as you made your way out of the DEO. The car ride home was quiet at first, both of you lost in your thoughts. Lena finally spoke, breaking the silence, "I'm sorry, Y/N. I know I messed up last night, and I should have been there for you."
You sighed, leaning your head against the car window. The cool glass working wonders to soothe your pounding temples. “I overreacted, Lena. It wasn't just about last night. It's this constant struggle with your work taking precedence over us. I miss us, Lena, and I just want to find a balance." You sniffled.
Lena's grip on the steering wheel tightened, and she took a deep breath. "I promise, Y/N, I'll make it up to you. We'll figure this out together. I love you, and I don't want us to keep hurting each other like this."
As she parked the car, you both sat in almost silence for a moment. The rain from the previous night was still pattering down, drumming against the windows as it filled the car with its steady thrum. Lena turned to you, her eyes sincere, "Let's take care of you first. We can talk about this more later, okay? You’re the most important thing to me right now and right now what you need to be is looked after. So that’s what I’m going to do.”
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Perfect Sense (Part I)
Request
Soulmate AU, please? (With A/B/O you're comfortable?) Fem!Reader (or Gender-Neutral) hasn't experienced much in her life, other than the experiments CADMUS had done to her shapeshifting powers. All she knew of the world outside the facility was what she'd learnt in the stories a sympathetic scientist would sometimes tell her when she was still a kid, to calm her down during testing. After 2 decades the scientist had enough and helped her escape, landing her in the arms of another Luthor.
A/N: Aaaand here another request you guys, writing a few fics in parts due to how long they get to be at the end. Thank you to the lovely person that sent this one, I'm sorry it's been ages, i still hope you can enjoy it. Love you guys
Lena Luthor x Fem!R/Shapeshifter//Word Count: 2,413
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"Subject C-308, ready for testing." A voice sounded through the speakers of the room and immediately the lights went on, blinding your eyes.
You couldn't use your hands to cover your face. They were tied to your sides with restrains to the medical bed you were laying on. It was the same with your feet, where the restraints were even tighter. Silhouettes started to moved and hoover above you, all covered in masks, blue suits and white gloves, looking down at you.
"Phase one of Project Lykaon, subject C-308, ready for intervention." A deep voice, from one of the silhouettes said. "All things set. Ready to start protocol."
"Initiate procedure." The same voice of the speakers sounded and the figures above you started to move.
You would have wished to tell them about the lights, how bright they were and how they hurt your eyes. About the ties around your wrists and feet, how uncomfortable they were, but the gag in your mouth didn't allow it and before you could even think of making a sound, it all went dark.
That was one of the first memories you ever had in your life, and it looked almost the same for the rest of it. It was all uncomfortable restrains and chains, white walls and white lights, the constant smell of antiseptic and cleaning products, knives, syringes, and endless surgical procedures. With no contact outside four walls of that place that felt more like a cage.
A cage fit to held the animal you were sure you were becoming.
After each intervention, after each transformation, with this savage instinct inside of you always in the edge of taking control. You were more beast than human, they used to say and you almost believed them.
But Dr. Jeremiah wouldn't have any of it. He was a different memory, a kinder, softer reminder that you were indeed human. The only person to ever treat you with compassion.
Before your interventions, on those terrible moments when you felt the anger and fear building up inside of you, threatening to tear to shreds anyone that dared come near you, he would come to talk you down. Dr. Jeremiah seemed to understand, how you would have done anything to put a stop to it. The numbness, the tiredness, the overwhelming sensations and pain that came each time after you were taken out of your room. But he would talk to you, speaking softly, assuring you you were going to be just fine, because you were stronger than you thought.
He would come after the operations to check up on you, sitting beside your bed with a worried expression, telling you stories about what awaited for you in the outside world, a world that was bigger than an operations room and your own. A world full of wonders like grass, sunsets, the sunshine, flowers, snow, and love. Whatever those things were.
"What's love?" You have asked once. He had paused then and thought for a long moment.
"Love is when two souls find and want each other." He had explained.
"What's a soul?" You asked then.
"It's something inside of you. The strongest part of you, (Y/N)" He smiled, only he called you with a name. "Your soul is everything you feel, and when you feel something so strong for someone else that means you have found your soulmate."
"A soulmate." You have whispered and frowned, still unsure of that idea.
"You will know it when you see them. It will feel as if you have known them all your life and everything you have been through will make sense." At that moment you had been too young to understand what he meant, but you would do it in due time.
Years passed, you became older but he kept telling you those stories. The ones you liked more where about the people. People that didn't hurt others just because they had the power to do it. He would even speak highly of one scientist he knew, so different from the ones you had met so far. A woman he had met time ago, someone so kind and loving that you liked to imagine her sometimes too and dream about meeting her in the outside world, to finally know something else apart from the nightmare that was being trapped there.
The dream came true a decade later, when you had grown up so much that it took them more and more people to control you. Dr. Jeremiah had been right, you were stronger and even stronger than they thought you were. That was one of the few joys you had then, besides the stories Dr. Jeremiah retold for you. Your powers grew too, the size of your body as you transformed, the length of your claws and teeth, the range of your sense of smell, the vision of your eyes. More powerful than the child you had been once.
Still, it wasn't enough for them.
"I think you enjoy your time with her a little too much, doctor." The voice of a woman caught your attention as you tried to fight the numbness of the strong sedatives.
You had been injected after being taken to the testing room, after finding out you could take three men with a single swing of one of your clawed hands, to keep you under control.
"I'm just trying to be comforting. Seems to help with her neural responses." Dr. Jeremiah was as indifferent as he could be.
"Well, you won't have to worry about that for much longer." The satisfaction in that woman's voice was noticeable and also the way you seemed to respond to her, with a terrible feeling of submission that was difficult to shake compared to any other people. You never felt like that in the presence of Dr. Jeremiah. "Project Lykaon has been terminated. She will be taken to another facility, and you can perform her last surgical procedure if you are that attached to her."
"Are you sure you want to dispose the only test subject that has survived all the interventions, Lilian?" His word came with a hint of outrage and concern. "With her powers she could still-"
"I spent too many resources already on this project, doctor. Besides, she's still incapable of following directives from her superiors, even when she seems compliant at first. And we can't do much with only one successful specimen, can we?" The woman cut him off and there was a moment of silence before she spoke again. "There's no need for more interventions. She will be taken tomorrow. After her autopsy, we will see which parts of her can be salvaged."
After the conversation was over, you tried to open your eyes looking for Dr. Jeremiah but he wasn't there anymore. You felt a certain heaviness in your chest, but you couldn't dwell on it as the sedatives finally won over you.
You woke up after a deep slumber restrained to a metal bed, only wearing a simple set of pants and shirt. As your senses returned you noticed you were being transported through the dark narrow hallways of the facility you had known all your life, but there was something different this time. You still felt a fog clouding your mind and the heaviness in your chest came back. It lessened when you heard Dr. Jeremiah's voice, who was talking with the armed men that transported your bed, giving them instructions on where to take you.
You moved your head, trying to catch a glimpse of the place you were going and noticed those weren't the usual turns and hallways you had grown accustomed to. When Dr. Jeremiah noticed you were awake, he put a hand on your shoulder to calm you down.
After a moment the movement stopped, you were left looking at the ceiling while Dr. Jeremiah talked with the men. He convinced them of leaving you and him alone for a moment, before they had to put you in the van. The men left without much complain, and the doctor seized the moment to act.
"(Y/N), listen to me." He rushed to try to loosen up your restraints. "I'm not letting them take you. You understand?"
The only thing you could do was nod as he kept moving, loosing the restraints on your naked feet and hands.
"You must remain on the bed. Don't move until I tell you to." You nodded once again. You saw him then take a vial and a syringe from his pocket and prepare it. "This will counteract the sedative in your system, you will be more alert in a few minutes, but remember, don't move."
He had injected you just in time before the armed men came back. They pulled your bed around and finally pulled you into the back of an armored van. They sat around you, two men at each side, guns in hand, along with Dr. Jeremiah on your left, who kept an eye on you at all times. As the vehicle started to move you also started to feel less and less numb with each passing minute. You were aware of each bump of the road, hear the sounds of the city in the distance, and your sight adjusted to what was around you as you squinted your eyes to see, trying not to get noticed. Just when you felt like your body was completely awake, you started to wonder what Dr. Jeremiah would do. Not much time had passed but the minutes felt like hours as you tried to be still.
Then you saw movement. Dr. Jeremiah was pulling something out of his pocket, and you opened your eyes to see him better. He looked at you, nodding slowly and with a fierce expression. Almost like telepathy you understood, you had to get ready, and in a second everything turned into chaos.
Dr. Jeremiah, in a faster move than you thought him capable of, pulled a teaser and attacked the man next to him. Almost immediately the rest of the men responded raising their guns at him. However, they didn't expect you to act as quickly as them or even you breaking your restraints so easily.
You grabbed one of the men with your right hand by his bulletproof vest and tossed him against the other one. Your strength, without the need of transforming, was enough to leave them on the floor. You didn't get the change to feel pleased with your work as a deafening bang went off on the left side of your head. You screamed as you raised your left hand towards the last man remaining, ignoring the ache in your head you managed to slash his side and right arm with your nails, now turned into claws. He had tried to eliminate you, but Dr. Jeremiah had managed to push him before he could do it.
The van stopped abruptly and took a sharp turn that made you fall from the metal bed. With your restraints already loose, it was easy to free yourself from them but as you tried to recover from the fall you felt a dizziness making it hard for you to stand up. A hand on your arm pulled you up. Dr. Jeremiah was on your side hurrying you up before the back doors opened. You couldn't hear his exact words but it didn't matter, with the adrenaline running once the back doors opened and you looked at two other agents pointing at you with your guns, you went feral.
Bullets flew the moment the agents saw the enormous black figure lunching at them, but your white sharp teeth showing as you growled and your black nail claws heading straight for their heads were enough to put a final stop to it. You jumped out of the van, leaving two more bodies behind you. A couple of bullets managed to hit you in the chest and arms but you would be recovering quickly, interventions had been done to make sure it didn't take too long.
Dr. Jeremiah jumped out of the van a moment later, gripping his shoulder. You smelled his blood and approached him with a hint of worry in your transformed face.
"It's alright. I'm okay." He smiled softly at you and looked around the streets. They were empty and there seemed to be no people around. "You have to go now. More will be on their way."
You protested with a whimper.
"I'll be okay, don't worry about me." Dr. Jeremiah moved his hand to one of his pockets an pulled a small piece of black fabric. "Run and don't stop. Not until you find her."
You came close to it, sniffing the fabric he held for you. Many scents were mixed on it, from Dr. Jeremiah, from the woman he had talked before, and another you couldn't identify. It wasn't as different from the woman, but it was distinctive enough you believed you could find it without confusing the two. You guessed you had to search for another woman and, feeling like it was a sort of treasure hunt, you let yourself imagine you would find that scientist he had talked about to you years ago.
But doubt filled your head as you looked at him, wondering what would happen to him once you left. There was also that pressure in your chest once again, as you thought what awaited in the outside world now that you had the chance to leave all this behind. All, including him.
"I have to stay." Dr. Jeremiah said catching his breath. He raised his good arm at you, caressing the black fur of your head with his hand as a way of last goodbye. "You go now, (Y/N), go and don't look back."
You pressed your head against his chest, listening to the beating of his heart. The last comforting sound you heard before screeching tires approached in the distance. They were coming for you. You had to leave.
You ran, darting into the shadows of the city, focusing on the memory of the scent Dr. Jeremiah had given you. Moments later you heard shots behind you, but you had been too long gone for them to even catch the sigh of you. You hoped those hadn't been directed to the doctor instead.
You used all your strength and speed to wander between warehouses and factory buildings to reach the urban lights on the other side.
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The palm-print panel was cool under Lena’s touch. She pressed her hand to the rectangular plate next to her front door and waited for the brief moment it needed to scan her skin. The door unlocked with a meaty thump and she pushed it open with her other hand, absently checking her phone as she stepped inside. As the system scanned her biometrics, it detected stress and dimmed the lights, automatically turned on the television to an abstract screen saver with cool tones, and began to play an arrangement for a violins to soothe her nerves.
She kicked off her heels and walked barefoot into the kitchen, where she skipped the countertop wine cellar and pulled out the half-empty box of Trader Joe’s vintage that she’d taken a liking to thanks to Kara. She pours herself half a tumbler full as a silent fuck you to her mother and took a swig, then walked out into her living room to sit down in the gloom for a few minutes and think.
Supergirl was sitting on her couch, head flopped back over the back so that her hair fanned out across the white leather. She sat splayed with her knees apart and legs out, arms resting on her thighs. Lena wasn’t sure if she was awake.
As she drew closer, she caught a small gasp. Supergirl had a black eye, and there were scrapes on her cheeks and the backs of her hands, the blood barely crusted. Both her hands and her face were bruised and she had a tiny split in her lip.
Lena placed the wine on the table, nerves jangling when the bottom rattled against the pale marble from the shaking of her hand. Her heart raced as she drew closer. Supergirl had taken off her cape and draped it over the couch. It was none the worse for wear but was covered in scorch marks.
Suoergirl’s broad chest heaved once and she let out a long, pained sigh.
“Hi.”
“Hello, Supergirl.”
She let out a little laugh, wincing. “Do we need be so formal?”
“I don’t have anything else to call you,” Lena said, coolly. “Mind if I ask why you’re in my apartment?”
“You don’t lock the balcony doors. You should.”
Lena sighed and folded her arms. “I said why, not how.”
Supergirl didn’t look at her.
“I just got the snot beaten out of me. Everything hurts.”
“I didn’t think that was possible.”
How was it possible? Curiosity tugged at her, but concern shot through it, making her fidget with her hands. Lena hated fidgeting. It made her look weak, and she could still remember the pain when Lillian cracked the ruler across her knuckles to break the habit.
“Can I have some wine?”
Lena swallowed hard.
“Sure,” she said.
She went to the kitchen and poured. When she returned to the living room, Supergirl was sitting up, hunched forward and leaning on he knees. Lena started a little at the sight. Sitting that way displayed the wide, muscular set of her shoulders and arms, especially her meaty biceps. Her back was a rare sight -she wore a cape, after all- and just as exquisitely muscled.
She was looking at her hands, at the damage to her muscles. Lena offered the glass and she took it. Her fingers were warm when they brushed against Lena’s, strangely soft.
Supergirl took a long pull of wine and smacked her lips, then winced.
“It’s times like this I wish I could get drunk.”
“You can’t?”
“Not on wine and not for very long.”
“Interesting.”
“So I have a problem,” Supergirl said. She was still looking at her hands.
“And that is?”
“I have to call off work tomorrow. These will heal, and I’ll look exactly the same. I don’t get scars anymore. But they’ll be visible for a day or so.”
“I see.”
“But I have to get brunch with someone, and they’ll be able to tell. Concealer won’t do much for this.” She touched her eye, wincing.
“Wait here,” said Lena.
She came back a moment later with some wash clothes soaked in cold water on a tray. Hands still shaking a little as she placed it on the table. Tenderly, she took one of the washcloths and dabbed the back of Supergirl’s hands, cleaning away the grime and dried blood from the abrasions.
Supergirl sighed. “That feels good. Thank you.”
“May I?” said Lena.
Supergirl hesitated, doubt flashing deep within the endless depths of her blue eyes, but she turned to Lena and tilted up her chin. With shaking fingers, Lena cupped Supergirl’s face gently and used a fresh cloth to clean and cool the cut on her lip. Supergirl closed her eyes and sighed.
Lena’s eyes wandered up, to the small mark above her eye.
“You don’t scar. Did you get that on Krypton?”
“Yes. I slipped and fell when I was a little girl. You should have seen me. I bled all over.”
“Must be nice, not getting hurt anymore. Not feeling pain.”
“I still feel it.”
Lena paused.
“I feel every bullet and blow and bomb blast just like anyone would,” said Supergirl. Just because it doesn’t harm me doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt me.”
“I’m sorry. I had no idea.”
“It’s okay,” said Supergirl.
She opened her eyes -eye- and looked at Lena reverently, one pretty blue eye glittering while the other remained bruised shut. She smiled a lopsided, honest smile, looked at Lena in a dreamy, almost adoring way that-
Wait.
“Oh my God,” Lena breathed.
“Hi,” said Kara.
“Oh my God. Oh my God,” Lena whispered. “Oh my God, what happened, how did this happen to you? You’re hurt!”
“I had a tough time with a very determined alien and had to worry about civilians,” said Kara. “It happens.”
Lena’s pulse raced and her breath quickened. Her gaze darted, searching and noticing every detail. She was so beautiful, and she was so Kara.
“Why now?” said Lena. “Why this time?”
“I don’t know.”
Lena bit her lip, and the tiny gesture had a noticeable impact on Kara. Her eyes widened and her gaze fell to Lena’s bottom lip, then flicked back up.
“So your brunch,” said Lena. “That was with me.”
“Yeah. I thought about cancelling but I can’t. I needed to see you now.”
Lena shifted closer on the couch, until they were hip to hip.
“Why?”
“Because I just got punched in the head by an alien with big stupid bone spurs coming out of his fist and I need to see you. I won, by the way. It was really cool. I ripped a fire hydrant out of the ground and hit him with it.”
Lena looked her up and down. Her jaw began to quiver.
“Oh God. Is it worse than it looks? Are you hurt worse than you look, Kara? Are you…”
Kara shook her head, then winced. “No. Not that bad, promise. I just…” she sighed. “I’m tired of going to lay on a sunbed and going back to my empty apartment and spend a sick day napping on the couch.”
Lena let out a slow breath. “So you came to see me.”
“Yuuup,” Kara said, slowly.
Lena shifted awkwardly in her seat. Kara slowly reached over with her now clean hand and curled her fingers around Lena’s chin.
“Lena?” she whispered. “Is this okay?”
“Yes.”
Kara turned and leaned into her, pressing the slightest, lightest kiss to Lena’s lips, not a quick peck but something slow and soft, warm and inviting.
“Ow,” Kara muttered.
“Kara,” Lena whispered.
“I have any idea. Since I can’t make brunch… how about breakfast?”
Lena leaned against her, gently draping her arms around her as they fell back into the soft cushions together.
“Okay.”
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But with everybody watching us, our every move, we do have reputations, we keep it secret, won't let them have it.
So come inside and be with me, alone with me.
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Lena: You can say “have a nice day” and no problem
Lena: But you can’t say “Enjoy the next 24 hours” without sounding vaguely threatening.
(Y/N): … Lena it’s 3 AM.
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A Lost Memory
Lena Luthor X Reader
Prompt: Lena finds out that you knew about Kara’s other identity this whole time which caused the two of you to break it off. But when crisis occurs, she is surprised to find herself awake right beside you.
WC: 1.4k
“You knew,” she tells you.
Yes, you knew. You’ve known Kara for forever, of course you would know. She had told you the moment she saved Alex from that plane. Now. here you were, facing the consequences of your actions as you stare at Lena, unsure of what to tell her. Slowly your relationship begins to crumble into smaller and smaller pieces exponentially. You felt as if you were being suffocated with every second.
“Answer me, Y/N L/N!” She scolds as her voice raises ever so slightly.
“Yes,” you say, barely managing to find your words.
Her eyes begin to soak with tears and you begin to feel the pain inside of her, too. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“It wasn’t my secret to tell,” you defend. “If I could, you know I would’ve told you right away.”
“Don’t give me that, Y/N. I trusted you with all of my heart. I trusted you with the world. I did not hold back about my mother, I did not hold back on Lex, and I certainly never held back about any of my projects that I would be working on. I made it clear how I felt about Supergirl and this is what you do to me?”
“I know, I know.”
“I killed my brother for you and everyone else! I killed the one other person that showed me compassion.” She clenched her fists as her knuckles go white staring you down. “He was evil, Y/N, but somehow he didn’t have enough strength to even lie to me with his dying breath.”
“Lena-”
“Leave. Get out of here. You do not deserve my love let alone a place in this house,” she says. You try to approach her, trying to mend at least something, but her voice only raises in volume. “Go, Y/N!”
Biting your lip, you make your way towards the door. Your composure fails you as tears begin streaming down your eyes and your fists clench in an effort to stop yourself. “I’m sorry, Lena. I’m sorry for everything.”
That was the last time you would ever see or hear from her. Her voice screaming at you to leave wasn’t a loving goodbye or a dire farewell. Instead of bullets whizzing past each other’s heads, you got gunshots to your heart. The chapter with you and Lena ends abruptly as the happy ending burns into ashes behind you. You pray that one day she would forgive you and she would love you again, but even then you knew that prayer was never going to be answered.
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Months Later
She wakes up one morning with no recollection of how she had gotten there. She doesn’t remember going to bed that night nor does she ever remember the drive back home from work. The only thing she recalls is helping Alex and Kara evacuate people by creating a portal somewhere, Somewhere. Was it successful? She thinks it was. It was rare for Lena to forget anything, to begin with.
Slowly, she rises from the bed. Strangely, she notices that there was more room than she had expected, and she noticed that there was a heaviness to the bed that she had noticed right away. When she looks over, she notices a strange lump on the bed, and immediately, she pulls the blanket up. A burst of adrenaline runs up her body when she sees you, fast asleep, dangerously close to where she had been laying before.
Unable to conceal her emotions, she falls off the bed, landing on the ground with a thud. “Lena?” she hears. Instantly, you had risen from your sleep to rush to her side, “Are you okay?”
“What are you doing here?” she asks, her voice colder than you had expected.
“What do you mean? We live here,” you tell her with a confused look on your face. “You chose the house location and I designed the room.”
She blinks heavily before pushing you away, “that’s not right. What do you mean by-”
Her words are cut off as she sees a picture by her bedside. Two people, smiling as happy as they could be. One of them was her. She’s never even seen herself smile like that before. That happy, why do the two of them look so happy? Upon closer inspection, she notices a small glistening piece of gold on their ring fingers. No.
“Lena-” you say now, increasingly worried.
“You and I hated each other. The last time I saw you, you lied about knowing Supergirl and-”
“Woah, slow down,” you start. Grabbing both her shoulders you try to make sense of her words, though they made little sense at all. “Lena, start from the beginning. What the hell are you talking about?”
She searches your eyes for a moment, trying to see if you had a facade against her. Nothing, not even the typical hindrance your eyes had when you knew you were guilty of hiding a secret. You really had no clue. She takes one deep breath to compose herself.
“I killed Lex and he told me you knew about Supergirl’s identity along with James and the others. I confronted you and we broke up then and there.” She watches as your eyes widen in horror. You let go of her, trying to absorb that small piece of information. “Months later, Kara and Alex ask me to help them create a portal to get the people to safety, and the next thing I know I’m awake in bed beside you. The first time I have ever seen you in months.”
She waits for your response as you recoil back. Now you were hesitant as to whether or not she would even love you the same again. Over a memory that you don’t even recall ever happening. Just like the snap of your fingers, the Lena that loved you fell apart the moment you had woken up the next day.
“Y/N?” she asks.
Shaking your head and absorbing all the emotions, you turn away to reach for a phone. “I’m calling Alex. I think you and I need to take a trip to the DEO today,” you tell her.
“You really don’t know anything about what I had just said?” she asks.
You hesitate to dial the number on your phone, “Lena, I have no clue what you’re talking about. One moment I’m sleeping peacefully beside the love of my life and the next thing I know she doesn’t even recognize me.”
She ponders for a moment while you call Alex on the phone. The past reality must’ve been erased. She knows she can’t blame this version of you for lying to you since you don’t even know what she was referring to, but that alone was too difficult not to do. Even then in the back of her heart, she knows she still loved you, and watching you break down completely confused killed her slightly.
You manage to put the phone down after an ‘all go’ by Alex whomst, to your surprise, was well aware of the world that had seemingly shifted around you. It was apparent that whatever Lena had been talking about was true and it killed you inside knowing that you had caused Lena a severe amount of pain.
“They’ll be expecting us soon. I’ll have Lex run the office for the day,” you tell her.
“Lex?” she asks, “he’s alive?”
“Yeah. Alive and kicking,” you retort with a half smile. “We can go see him later, too. But right now, we should go and get ready. I’ll make breakfast and you can go and get ready.”
“Are you okay?” she asks you.
Fighting the growing lump in your throat, you muster through your words, “Me? Yeah, I’ll be fine. If you need me, I’ll be in the kitchen.”
“That was a different Y/N who betrayed me, I know. I didn’t mean any harm by accusing you.”
“I know. You were just shocked,” you reassure. “I’m not going to hold that against you. Just go and get ready. Breakfast should be ready when you come out.”
You would’ve added ‘I love you,’ but you fight the urge. She wasn’t your Lena, yet and it was clear as day that she didn’t see you as her Y/N. But you pray the trip to the DEO would get your Lena back in some way and maybe Jon would erase your memory of Lena ever telling you that another reality had once existed before this earth.
Who knew your prayers were never going to be answered.
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Starting to upload the DC universe now :) Honestly, I haven’t watched a single supergirl episode in a hot minute so i gotta do that shiz at some point. Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading this. Have a great day/night, and may you always stay safe!
#lena luthor x reader#lena luthor x you#lena luthor imagine#supergirl imagine#lena luthor x y/n#dc imagine#fic: longish#fix your window idiot
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