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Great idea, walking into a Luthor’s office while solarflared, Kara thought.
It’s not like she could tell Snapper “no” to interviewing Lena Luthor - she was a rookie reporter, and she needed every article assignment she could get. Besides, walking into Lena’s office while solarflared was only risky if Lena both knew who she was and intended to harm her. After their first encounter… Kara just didn’t think either was likely.
But Rao, Kara was still kicking herself. After her last battle, Alex had told her to cool it with her powers to recharge. Now Kara was going to have to explain that she solarflared after a short flight across the city. Oh well, she thought, as she walked into Lena's office.
“Well, I'm glad to see you decided to give reporting a shot,” Lena said, rising from her desk as the niceties were exchanged - Kara’s bus flub thankfully went unnoticed. “Although if you're here on the same day the president is in town to sign her Alien Amnesty Act, then…”
Kara grinned. “I must be here to ask the sister of Earth's most notorious alien-hater for her take on the president's executive order.”
“I want to show you something,” Lena said, barely containing her excitement as she tugged her desk drawer open, revealing a small device inside. “It's an alien detection device - it allows humans to find out who among them is not truly one of them.”
Kara’s jaw dropped as Lena removed the device from the drawer. “W-why?”
“It’s the best of both worlds,” Lena explained. “The aliens will get the amnesty they need, and people will be able to tell who they are when they need to.”
“Don’t… don’t you think this device will force aliens back into the very shadows the president is trying to shine a light on?” Kara said weakly.
Lena furrowed her brow. “If aliens want to be citizens, that's now their right. But… if humans want to know which of their fellow citizens aren't actually one of them, then that's their right too.”
Kara’s body was screaming run. Or fly. Not that she could, when she was solarflared. But this device set a panic through her veins - what were Lena’s intentions? “How does it work?” Kara asked weakly, as her mind frantically searched for an excuse to leave.
“A simple skin test,” Lena said, pressing her thumb to the sensor for a demonstration, watching the device flash green. “This device is going to make us a fortune. Unlike my brother, I'm going to do it for the good of the world.”
The good of the world, Kara thought, eyes falling on the device. She supposed that a woman steeped in a family of lies might rebel by seeking truth. Kara could see how one could think that simply revealing truth would be good for the world…
But this woman had no idea of the danger that the truth could put people in, if not carefully concealed. They simply didn’t exist in that kind of world.
Kara’s stomach dropped as Lena held out the device for her to try, a playful smirk on the CEO’s face as she encouraged the cub reporter to test the device herself. No heat vision, Kara thought, wishing she could simply fry a wire. It would definitely be too suspicious to leave now.
But the look on Lena’s face… Kara was certain that the CEO had no idea what was about to happen. She was misguided - and hopefully that’s all she was - but Kara clung to the fact that she didn’t seem to have a clue who Kara was. She was just a woman trying to take control of a narrative, desperate to turn away from her brother’s path.
And that gave Kara hope.
As Kara pressed her thumb down on the device, she prayed her instincts were right, that the woman wasn’t the monster everyone suspected her to be.
The device beeped, and Lena stared down, confused at the bright red that flashed in front of her. In that moment, her entire demeanor shifted, as she slowly - achingly, worriedly - looked back up at Kara.
Kara watched as the emotions flit across Lena’s face, a complicated array that passed in mere seconds as Lena realized what she had done. Kara could feel the pounding in her own heart - but there was no hiding the remorse on Lena’s face.
But Lena was clever, and Kara sensed what was happening as Lena’s eyes moved from Kara’s glasses to her ponytail, the CEO mouthing flew here on a bus silently. Discovering that Kara was alien was just a small step from knowing who Kara really was.
But hope continued to bloom in Kara’s chest, as she watched the concern in Lena’s gaze. Perhaps it was foolish to trust the Luthor so early, but Kara just sensed… she wasn’t sitting across from her nemesis. Perhaps they could rewrite the narrative.
“A super, at the mercy of a Luthor,” Kara said softly, rising from her seat, proud that her voice didn’t waiver. “I should be terrified.”
Lena’s eyes darted between Kara’s, but Kara gave a small smile that she hoped conveyed I believe in you, before turning and making her way out the door. Snapper would have to get his interview another day.
Lena stood silently at her desk for a moment, staring after the reporter in confusion and awe, before a small smile crossed her own lips. Lena reached down to her phone, tapping at a couple buttons. Had Kara had her superhearing intact, perhaps she would’ve smiled at Lena’s words.
“Jess, put me through to R&D. I need to cancel a product.”
#supercorp#supercorp ficlet#supercorptober#supercorptober2023#mel writes ficlets#write#fazedlight#fazedlightgif
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F is for Godmother
“Esme, sweetie, who did you learn that word from?”
Well, that’s a question Mama’s never asked before. But before Esme can ask ‘why??’, the door to Aunt Kara’s apartment opens and —
“Aunt Lena!”
Esme doesn’t get why she’s always the only one — aside from Aunt Kara, of course — who runs to give her godmother a hug every Game Night.
“Ow, fuck!”
Stupid chair.
Although the chair isn’t the one who starts laughing about her falling. That’s Aunt Nia, who is usually really nice. Uncle Brainy seems confused about it too when she falls on top on him.
“Kara, don’t you dare.”
Mommy sounds mad… because Aunt Kara is laughing too! Not like Aunt Nia, but her face is red, and she’s got a hand over her mouth, and her shoulders are shaking.
“It’s not funny!”
Esme stomps her foot as she stands up — the foot that doesn’t still hurt — and she can feel her eyes getting spicy. Which her moms say is ‘okay.’ But it’s not okay because it makes Aunt Lena sad, and Esme just wanted to make her smile!
At least no one’s laughing anymore.
“You okay?”
Esme feels her godmother’s hand on her shoulder and spins around to throw her arm’s around Aunt Lena’s shoulders. She always crouches down when she talks to Esme.
“They’re making fun of me.”
“No, honey, they’re not. They’re making fun of me.”
Esme pushes back with a gasp. She might not like them laughing at her… but at Aunt Lena?!
“Not in a mean way! Not in a mean way!”
She looks back to see Aunt Lena flapping her hands, which she does when she’s talking fast.
“In a friend way?”
“Yes.”
“But you didn’t do anything. You just got here.”
Aunt Lena opens her mouth… and then she laughs, quietly, and shakes her head.
“Lena.”
Mommy sounds mad again, and her godmother’s face is really red all the sudden. Esme turns around again, ready to protect her.
“A word?”
But then the laughing starts again, louder than before. Even Papa J’onn is smiling! And —
“Kelly!”
“I’m sorry, dear, but you could have phrased that any other way.”
**12 Hours Later**
Esme still doesn’t see what the big deal is. It’s just the word her godmother uses when some part of her experiment isn’t working, like now.
“LENA KIERAN LUTHOR!”
#supergirl fanfiction#supercorp#supergirl#supercorp fanfic#supercorp fic#supercorp ficlet#supergirl fic#lena luthor#esme danvers#kara danvers#alex danvers#karlena#kara zor el#kara x lena#lena x kara
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a new kind of romance, finale
part 8 | new years
🥟 | dumplings
Kara was not having a good time.
Sure, she loved her job. Yes, she adored her staff. Absolutely, she found her role as editor-in-chief worthwhile and world-saving in its own way.
But today was a holiday and her staff was absent and her role as editor-in-chief was only kind of worthwhile given they’d gone to print three days earlier.
Today was a day meant to be surrounded by friends, new beginnings, and maybe the slightest tinge of a hangover nursed by a staggering stack of Danvers world-famous pancakes.
It was a day to slip into cozy sweats; an evening unburdened by Supergirl duties or an upcoming deadline; a series of uninterrupted hours where she could collapse onto her couch, bask in the blue glow of her television after consuming far too much post-brunch take-out, and, if she played her cards right, idly massaging the too-tight calves of her very best friend who was stretched out across her lap.
The tips of her fingers crawled between her glasses and face and pressed with a heavy sigh against her eyes because today was not one of those days. Kara wondered if she’d ever have one of those days again.
Not the blue glow or take-out or cozy sweats: those were always within reach. It was the best friend she wasn’t quite sure about.
Because things were kind of different now. Things were weird and awkward, and Kara didn’t know if it was her or them. Either way, she was one supersuit short of feeling brave enough to do anything about it.
So she was at work. On a holiday.
“You know,” came a voice that nearly sent Kara flying into the next floor, “when Alex told me you were skipping New Year's brunch, I almost didn't believe her.”
“Lena,” Kara choked. She looked up and locked eyes with a very soft, very pretty, very smirking Lena Luthor and felt a rush of weird and awkward all over again. “I didn't, uh, hi.”
“Must be important work,” Lena replied, nodding toward the glasses propped on Kara's nose. They'd been a gift earlier that summer: improved and Lena-Luthor-approved to cut out even more noise and distraction than her last pair.
“Just… just wanted to focus,” Kara replied.
“On next month’s issue?”
“Never too early to get ahead,” Kara offered lamely.
“Well, is it too early for lunch?” Lena asked, lifting a plastic bag overflowing with take-out containers.
“I thought that was my job,” Kara said, eyeing the strained bag and feeling her stomach betray her with an oversized growl.
“Sometimes even heroes need saving,” Lena chuckled, setting the bag onto Kara’s overflowing desk. “And I’m very good at giving.”
The tease, the flick of an eyebrow, and the confident smirk would have normally sent Kara’s cheeks on fire and stumbling for words and trying very hard to keep strictly platonic, best-friend thoughts at the forefront of her mind, but today was not one of those days.
“Mhm,” Kara said with a labored smile and a strained chuckle and a fiddle with her glasses.
Because today was awkward and weird-feeling just like every day since cuddles didn’t feel like something just best friends did.
Lena, ever astute and thoughtful and considerate, noticed the wave of discomfort radiating from Kara, and for that Kara winced even more.
“Are… are we ok?” Lena asked, fingers playing with the edge of her sleeves. It was the exact opposite of the teasing confidence spoken moments earlier; this came out shy and hesitant.
“Sure,” Kara replied automatically in a way that sounded forced, sounded fake, sounded like a lie. Because it was. It was, and Lena knew it.
“Ok,” she nodded back, and that made it feel worse. Because Kara knew that Lena knew. “Well, I just wanted to drop this off-”
“Stay,” Kara rushed. “Uhm, please? Please stay?”
What followed wasn’t the most awkward lunch Kara had ever had, but it sure was close. Conversation lagged and Kara, lost in the labyrinth of thoughts and doubts and concerns that had played on repeat for no less than two weeks rattled around louder and louder and -
Kara blinked, realizing she’d missed whatever Lena just said. And Lena noticed but, with generous tact, looked down and quietly poked at her food and gosh this was going terribly.
“I’m sorry,” Kara said unprompted. “I’ve been distracted and… and it’s not fair to you. You skipped brunch and brought all of this delicious food and I’ve been terrible company and a bad f-friend,” she said, her throat choking around the last word.
And then a smile flashed across her best friend’s face. It was tiny and wistful. “You could never be, darling.”
And it made Kara’s stomach flutter and twist. It made it flutter and twist, and Kara clung to the tiny thread for dear life and jumped.
“Do you, uh… do you want one?”
“You’re offering me a potsticker?” Lena asked, the faintest tone of disbelief at the chopsticks floating in front of her with a perfectly pan-fried dumpling pinched between them.
Kara nodded, her outstretched, chopstick-holding hand shaking in a very unhero-like way.
And she only barely managed to snatch it, her chopsticks, and the floating potsticker back in time when Lena’s hand rose to meet the literal best pillow of food on the entire planet.
“You can’t use your hands,” Kara said - yelled - and then silently begged the earth to split open and swallow her whole.
“I… I can’t?” Lena asked, hand flinching back in surprise.
“We… there uhm, there aren’t any napkins,” Kara explained like a lying four-year-old.
Because there absolutely were napkins.
In plain sight.
Directly next to Kara’s half-eaten egg roll.
Before Lena could challenge the blatantly bizarre lie with her confused scowl and keen, impossibly brilliant, and scientifically perfect observation skills, Kara blindly rambled ahead while her elbow did the inelegant task of plopping across the desk onto the stack of said napkins.
“And these are, uh, greasy? Greasy,” Kara continued, sliding her elbow with the subtlety of a firework to the edge of her desk and, just as subtly, knocking the napkins to the floor.
“Greasy,” Lena parroted, eyes distracted by Kara’s elbow’s antics.
“I-in a good way,” Kara clarified. The moment was only briefly interrupted by the squeak of her chair rolling to the left.
To cover the stack of napkins.
The napkins which were definitely there.
“I wouldn’t offer one if they were bad, but since we don’t have napkins then,” Kara explained, “then you’d need to- to…uhm.”
“To what?” Lena pressed.
“To… wipe them on your shirt?” Kara finished feeling mortified and like the most incapable alien on the planet.
Which was why, when Lena’s head tilted to the side and her gaze fell to where the napkins were most definitely scattered around on the ground then darted back to Kara’s and sparkled in that special way, Kara felt her heart swell and her stomach flutter just a little bit more.
“Well,” Lena began, leaning forward with the focus of a predator, “we can’t have that.”
And Kara, the weakest, most inept prey in a five hundred-mile radius swallowed against the parchment that had become her throat, shook her head weakly, and kept the freefall going.
And it might have been something.
Could have been something.
Was nearly something.
Lena was hovering forward.
Lips parted.
Eyes locked on Kara’s.
Which was exactly when Kara’s big giant nerves took over and sent her chopsticks splintering and the potsticker slipping out of her grasp with all the grace of Flubber before zipping across the office to land with an unceremonious splat against the glass partition.
All of which turned that ‘near something’ into one giant ‘swing and miss'.
But before Kara could articulate her feelings as ‘mortified’ and ‘crestfallen’ and ‘like a giant himbo’, Lena burst out into the kind of bright laughter that made her dimples show and smile beam and Kara wonder if how they were was enough.
Because this could be fine.
They could be fine.
So distracted was Kara that she didn’t notice Lena swipe the last, un-splatted potsticker from Kara’s plate, and she definitely didn’t process when Lena, ever so casually, asked Kara for a napkin to wipe her fingers off, and she was lightyears from self-awareness when she automatically snatched one from the floor.
That’s how lunch continued and ended: with Lena smiling her special smile and Kara lost in a sort of daze, inhaling the spread of options Lena brought.
“I’ll let you get back to it,” Lena said when the final remnants of lo mein were polished off. “Can’t have Cat Grant accusing me of derailing her Editor-in-Chief.”
“Oh, ok,” Kara said, rising to join Lena and crashing back to earth while simultaneously knocking her knee against the desk and sending a stack of proofs sliding like Niagra Falls to the floor.
“No, no, I’ve got this,” Kara said, waving Lena away. She clambered around the desk and intercepted her with a bashful grin and outstretched arms. They wrapped comfortably around Lena like they always did, and it made her feel all tiny sorts of warm and happy.
This could be fine.
“Thanks for lunch,” she muttered into the side of Lena’s head.
“What are friends for?” Lena said, hands falling to Kara’s upper arms and disarming Kara with a practiced smile.
Kara nodded, her own smile feeling tight and confused.
It faltered only slightly when the door clicked shut and she crouched to pick up the disheveled proofs.
This could be fine.
Kara could be totally normal and cool and collected, and Lena could be her usual pretty and perfect and kind and thoughtful self. And everything could be great and par for the course and completely and totally…
Normal.
Kara rolled back onto her heels and pondered that thought: normal. She pondered and pondered some more. A whole minute passed while the idea braised in her brain, and it kind of didn’t sit right.
It didn’t sit right one bit.
And then the most obvious thing on the whole giant existence of everything occurred - no, re-occurred: Kara didn’t want normal. She definitely didn’t want to go back to normal. She wanted the opposite of normal. In fact, she didn’t want normal for another second of her whole entire life.
Unless that not-normal was Lena hating her guts for the rest of eternity. That was not a not-normal Kara had the stomach for, but before she could let that worry petrify her from action, she jumped to her feet and clambered toward the stairwell.
It took only a second; a perfectly timed second that synchronized with the elevator doors opening and Kara’s very best friend appearing in the ground floor lobby.
“Kara,” Lena said, jumping at what was probably a borderline crazed expression on Kara’s face when two muscular arms spread across the elevator’s threshold, blocking Lena’s exit. “Wha-”
“Mistletoe magic,” Kara stammered inelegantly.
“Mistletoe-?” Lena began, her surprise turning to a flash of hurt.
“With you,” Kara clarified. “I wanted… I wanted mistletoe magic with you.”
“With… me?” Lena asked slowly, cautiously - nervously.
“I wanted… I wanted you - want you. I didn’t mean to, you know,” Kara clarified poorly, “but then I got so nervous. And then Andrea was there and, and I just… I thought you didn’t want it. And maybe you don’t which is - that’s fine, but I can’t stop thinking that maybe you do? Because I do. I really do and, and when you… with the frosting? And the dress? You were just so, so… Rao. And you’re so so brilliant and kind and my best friend-”
“Me too.”
“- and I don’t want to ruin any… any…thing,” Kara trailed off, the tiny echo of Lena’s confession rattling in her ears. “What?”
Then something even louder started rattling in Kara’s ears because her rambling had gone on long enough to trigger the lift’s alarm.
Then came a tug against Kara’s shirt.
Then Kara felt herself being pulled into the lift.
Then she felt the warmth breath against her cheek.
“I wanted mistletoe magic with you, too.”
“R-really?” Kara asked, her eyes darting down to Lena’s perfectly painted lips.
“Really.”
“Like…” Kara continued, glancing back up to double check Lena’s eyes were serious. “Like real-”
They were. They were dead serious. And Kara registered it only a millisecond before Lena’s lips cut off what was definitely going to be another babble-fest. Lena’s lips cut her off and all of her thoughts and words disappeared and instead every sense was engulfed by soft, warm, gentle and - oh wowsers.
“Like really, really,” Lena whispered before the elevator lurched upward and before Kara could register the sparks of gold magic and green leaves flickering above them and before recapturing Kara’s mouth and setting fire to Kara’s core.
// sixty-three floors later //
“So, you liked the dress?” Lena asked.
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ko-fi and other ao3 reads
#happy new year!#posted late because no one told me about the petri dish of disease swimming in my nephew's drool when he babied all over me#new romances#finale#supercorp#supercorp ficlet#kara danvers#lena luthor
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Love
Kara’s never understood the people who withhold ‘I love you’s.
On earth, it seems taboo, almost, to admit to having such a feeling. Like a dirty word that must be kept quiet.
Fear, Kara can understand. But she can’t comprehend treating love like a finite resource; as if it’s dangerous to give away the phrase for the chance of running out before it can reach the person who deserves it the most.
Eliza says it’s because some people believe overuse waters down the meaning. If you tell everyone you love them, the impact isn’t so great. It’s just another word, just another feeling.
But the explanation is lost on Kara. Love isn’t something tangible, it isn’t something you can hold or lose– so why pretend it can be diminished?
Perhaps the most rebellious thing Kara ever does is spread her ‘I love you’s like petals in the wind.
She tells the employees at the deli on her way to work she loves their bagels and the barista at Noonan’s she loves them for making the perfect caramel latte. She signs holiday cards with hearts and loopy letters, spelling out ‘Love, Kara’ for everyone who gets them. She says it to her friends when they part ways after spending the day together, and over text when they haven’t spoken in a while. She says it to Eliza over the phone– always followed with a synonymous ‘I miss you’. And when she finds herself talking to her parents in her head, she imagines herself throwing the words up to the stars.
The way Lena loves is different.
It isn’t spoken. Most times it isn’t obvious. But it’s there, even when Kara has to dig to find it.
It’s in the flowers she delivers to Kara’s office as a thank-you for her article. And the red heart emojis she sends whenever she and Kara talk.
Lena’s ‘I love you’s are nervous and fleeting. They run before they can be captured and fill themselves with plausible deniability. Because the only thing worse than being caught is being rejected.
They duck and they hide; but they always come back.
They return every week at game night, when Lena arrives with a pastry from Kara’s favorite bakery. (I love you)
Until they close over the winter and she resorts to ice cream instead. (I love you)
When Kara gets stuck at work after the longest day and Lena has pizza anonymously sent to CatCo, so the night won’t be all bad. (I love you)
She smiles when she sees Kara’s text about the surprise and responds with a red heart. The emoji she’s saved just for her. (I love you)
On her morning walk, Lena collects pictures of the dogs she sees and stops by the new coffee shop Kara recommended so they can talk about it before their movie night. When she reads herself to sleep, she fills her books with annotations and marks with pink Post-Its the ones that remind her of her friends. And on her way to work, she listens to the playlist Kara made for her, even though the morning drive she always reserves for podcasts.
(I love you. I love you. I love you)
The verbal thing comes and goes, but the love always remains.
Quiet and swift until one night Lena finds herself on the couch with Kara, cuddled up against her in a position they’ve replicated a hundred times before. They share one blanket and act as pillows for the other with a popcorn bowl balanced between their thighs and a movie playing on the TV.
It may be simple– basic, even, but there’s no other way Lena would rather spend her time. That’s what she thinks as she lifts her chin from Kara’s shoulder and glances up at her.
“I love you,” she says.
And Kara smiles.
“I know,” she responds. “I love you too.”
#supercorptober2023#supercorp ficlet#supercorp#lena luthor#kara danvers#i cant tell if this one sucks or not LMAO
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supercorp one-word prompt: "captive"
hi sorry i'm choosing violence today
@lovesastateofmind1 gave this a quick read and angst stamp of approval so thanks, friend!
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kara knew a thing or two about loss. she knew it intimately. slept beside it like a distant lover, a thin pillow between them.
so she knew that when she watched from her place beside lena as her best friend got married to jack, it almost felt like being embraced by loss all over again. she tucked her head down, covered her face daintily as if her happiness for the now wedded couple was so overwhelming she had to swallow it back in.
the applause rang true and loud and alive around her. she passed off the bouquet of plumerias back to lena, dutiful maid of honor as she was, and she watched as the love of her life walked down the aisle with the love of her life.
at the reception, she stood in front of dozens of people awaiting the prose they expected from a pulitzer-winning journalist. held captive by their eyes, their expectations. she smiled and let the crinkles by her eyes appear--that's how they knew she was smiling with her eyes, right? she would use it to her advantage if only to get through the next few minutes.
"love is…an enduring thing. a hopeful thing. it is the act of getting up in the morning, of walking to the window and pulling back the curtains to let light in." she was not looking at any one person even as she pretended to scan the room. if only so she didn't have to look at lena anymore.
oh, but she loved loss as much as loss loved her. and so she finished her sweep to cast her gaze at the loveliest shade of green eyes staring at her in wonder.
she gripped the mic just a smidgen tighter and cleared her throat, the rest of her speech out of her mind and floating like dust motes under the spotlight.
"i know that speeches like these tend to be chock full of stories and inside jokes about the bride and groom. and maybe a couple more of these--" she held up her near empty champagne flute, "--you'll get lucky, but i am truly speechless. all i know is that lena deserves all the love in the world. she can be stubborn and proud and will push you to your limits, but that's because her heart is so full of love to give. so all i want to say is this: jack, please, take care of her and love her with all of your heart. show her everyday that she is beautiful, mind and body. show her that you'll be present and loyal and stay by her side, regardless of who steps in and out of your lives. because if there's one thing i know about lena, it's that she is and will always be worth the effort."
she heard sniffles around the rooms, yet she couldn't pay attention to them. not when lena's smiling face slowly transformed to slight confusion, her brows furrowing just slightly. she raised her glass and offered her widest smile yet.
"i wish you two the best."
the cheers and applause thundered around them, others clinking their glasses as guests chanted for the lovely couple to kiss. kara shut her eyes and threw back the last dregs of her champagne. she hurried to the MC and dropped the microphone, before rushing away, citing a need for a refill and walked towards the bar. yet instead of stopping at the bar, she didn't stop.
a sob escaped out of her lungs and she barely stifled it, unable to hold it in. she wiped an errant tear away from her face as she walked past the bar and out of the grand hall altogether.
it turned out that cowardice, like loss, loved her company. and she embraced it with tight fists by her side.
#waknatious#replies#supercorp#kara x lena#samfic#supercorp ficlet#unrequited love??? but is it??? who knows#samfic: collateral
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Always You (Supercorp)- Chapter 3
by marinawolf
Lena's POV
After the red kryptonite takes effect, Lena has to find a way to bring Kara back from the darkness. (or Evil Kara and slight smut)
Lena watched in horror as Lex opened the pod, the red Kryptonite still glowing. Kara opened her eyes, and Lena's heart sank as she saw Kara's eyes glow red instead of the familiar, comforting blue.
Lex laughed "Well, Supergirl, now that I've introduced you to your true self, maybe you'll share my views. You'll understand that most humans really aren't worth it."
Kara looked at Lena, her expression cold and distant, and uttered the words that shattered Lena's heart: "I know what you mean."
Kara then shook her head and flew off, leaving Lena standing there in shock. As she watched Kara fly away, the pain Lena felt was visceral. It was like someone reached inside her chest and tore out a piece of her heart. The piece that she had been ignoring for the past few weeks. Lena couldn't help but feel like this was all her fault. Lex knew how to exploit Supergirl's feelings and he used Lena to do it. If she had been there for Kara, if they could have spoken, everything could have been different. Now, after pushing Kara away, she had lost her to the darkness.
She turned to Lex, hatred burning in her eyes,
"What did you do?"
He smiled, "I've turned her into a monster."
Lena choked on a sob.
"Why?" she asked him, begging for some sort of explanation. She wanted to understand why her brother was so ready to destroy her, to destroy everything.
He turned to the window to survey the city, a look of mischief on his face that reminded her of when they were younger, and shrugged.
"Chaos".
Before she could respond, he jumped through the broken window, opening a parachute as he descended.
Lena fumbled through her pockets for her phone and dialled a number.
"Alex, I need help."
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Later that night, Lena sat in her office, trying to track down any information about Kara's whereabouts. When Lena called, Alex had immediately sprung into action. She and Lena had generated an antidote to the effects of red Kryptonite. But first, they needed to find Kara. Lena scanned the social media sites, hoping for some mention of Kara, but Supergirl was weirdly absent from the feed. Did Kara go underground?
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Lena looked up, confused. Her secretary had gone for the night, and security was instructed to contact her directly if anyone came to see her. She approached the door with apprehension.
Lena's heart leapt as she opened it to find Kara standing there, dressed as Kara and not Supergirl. She looked like herself, like the sweet and adorable Kara that Lena knew. Kara's sleeves were rolled up and her shirt was unbuttoned at the top. Lena’s throat throat went dry.
"Kara, you're here," she whispered.
"I want you, Lena Luthor," Kara said, before crashing her lips against Lena's and kicking the door shut behind them.
Lena knew that this was wrong. Kara was not herself and would do and say anything to get what she wanted. She was manipulating Lena. But as they continued to kiss, Lena felt herself losing control, giving in to the pleasure of Kara's touch.
Lena's heart was racing as Kara pushed her onto the couch, her lips finding Lena's with a fierce hunger. The kiss was passionate, but it was different this time, rougher, more intense. Lena's arms wrapped around Kara's neck as she pulled her in closer, deepening the kiss, savoring the feeling of Kara's lips moving against hers with raw desire.
Kara's hands slid down to grip Lena's hips, pressing their bodies closer together. Lena moaned as Kara nipped at her bottom lip, her teeth grazing over the sensitive flesh. It was a shock to feel Kara being so aggressive, and Lena knew why. But she couldn't bring herself to stop the kiss.
Lena could feel the heat building between them as the kiss intensified, and her hands moved up to tangle in Kara's hair, pulling her in even closer. She could feel the strength in Kara's arms as she held her.
Kara's tongue darted into Lena's mouth, exploring every inch, and Lena moaned into the kiss, lost in the sensations. It was like Kara was trying to claim her, and Lena was more than willing to let her. They kissed with a feverish passion, their bodies pressed together as they explored each other's mouths.
Suddenly, Lena felt Kara's fingers fumble with the buttons of her shirt, one by one until it was open, exposing her bare skin. Lena gasped as she felt Kara's hands on her waist, tracing the curves of her body with her fingertips. The heat between her legs intensified as she felt Kara's body pressed against hers, their breaths coming out in ragged gasps. Then, Kara's hands moved down to Lena's pants, undoing the button and slowly pulling down the zipper. Lena moaned softly as she felt Kara's fingers brush against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Lena saw Kara's eyes glow red as she moved her lips to Lena's neck, leaving a trail of fire.
Almost immediately, Lena was brought back to reality and she pushed Kara away. Lena was panting, her body aching with need. Kara pulled away, her eyes dark with desire.
"Not like this, Kara," Lena whispered, trying to reason with her. "You're not yourself."
Kara stood up, her expression angry and hurt.
"What do you want from me, Lena?" Kara spat out, her voice dripping with venom.
Lena's heart clenched. She wanted Kara but not like this. Not when Kara was under the influence of Red Kryptonite, not when Kara was hurting.
"Kara, you don't understand," Lena said, her voice shaking as she scrambled to button up her shirt. "You're not yourself. You're hurting. Let me help you. I'll call Alex and-" "
Kara snarled at Lena, her fists clenching in anger. "I don't need your pity, Lena. I don't need your help. I can take care of myself."
"Kara, please," Lena pleaded, her voice trembling. "Don't do this. You're not alone."
Kara's eyes blazed with fury as she glared at Lena. "You don't get it, do you? You'll never understand what it's like to be alone, to be different. You'll never understand what it's like to be me. You're just like everyone else, aren't you? All you humans want is to to control me, to use me for your own benefit. But when it comes down to it, you don't really want me. You don't want to be with me."
"I want to be with you, but not like this. Not when you're not yourself. You're hurting, and I can't let you do something you'll regret."
Lena searched Kara's eyes, trying to find the blue that haunted her dreams, but to no avail. She saw nothing but blazing red anger staring back at her.
Kara's eyes narrowed. "Don't you dare try to make excuses for me, Lena. I'm sick of it. It's not even about this- you don't want to fuck me? Fine. But what about the last month? You just cut me off, Lena, after everything we've been through. Like I meant nothing to you. All because I wanted to keep you safe? I'm sick of you playing with my feelings. I'm just sick of it all and I'm done."
"Please, Kara" Lena sobbed, "I'm sorry. You mean everything to me, okay? But this? This isn't you."
"Maybe this is who I should be," Kara said before turning away abruptly.
Lena's heart shattered at Kara's words, and she let her tears fall. She wanted to reach out to Kara, to show her that she cared, that she needed her. But Kara was already flying away, leaving Lena alone with her pain and her heartache.
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For a long time, Lena just stood there, alone in her office, staring at the space that Kara had just occupied and wondering what to do next. It felt like everything was falling apart, and she was helpless to stop it. She knew she had to keep trying to reach Kara, to bring her back from the darkness that had taken over her. But how could she do that when Kara was so far gone? What if she never came back to Lena? Her heart felt heavy, like a stone sinking deeper and deeper into the abyss. The world seemed to move in slow motion around her, while she remained in a perpetual state of agony. The thought of Kara being lost to her forever was unbearable. She couldn't picture her life without Kara in it and she silently cursed herself for creating the distance between them. Sure, she was hurt that Kara had lied to her. But losing Kara hurt more than anything. It felt like her breath had been stolen from her, and Kara was the only one who could return it. The thought of never seeing Kara's pure smile again was enough to make Lena feel like she was drowning in a sea of her own tears. Her mind was a tangled web of emotions, a mess of sorrow, guilt and regret. She wished she could go back in time and change things, to stop Kara from slipping away. But time was an unyielding river, constantly pushing forward.
Her phone rang and she scrambled to locate it. She found it on the floor next to the couch and saw that it was Alex Danvers. She answered immediately.
"Lena? We have a plan."
And Lena was ready to do anything to bring Kara back. She was ready to fight for Kara, even if it was against Kara herself.
part 4 should be up shortly!
#supercorp#lena luthor#kara danvers#supergirl#kara x lena#supercorp fanfic#kara zor el#kara danvers x lena luthor#archive of our own#supercorp endgame#supercorp fic#supercorp smut#supercorp fluff#supercorp ficlet#red k kara x lena#red kryptonite
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Warnings: Its in the feels...
Original Characters: None :)
Things To Know: Nothing
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"Just kiss me..." Lena said breathlessly, so Kara did, she kissed her the most tenderly she's ever done to anyone.
However, she didn't hold Lena, her fingers hovered over the soft skin.
She didn't want to lose herself in the kiss and hurt her. She can't hurt Lena.
Never, she has the strength to do it of course. Would she ever? Never ever ever ever ever ever.
So her fingers hovered and shook with fear of hurting Lena. She kissed Lena and beautifully even but Lena could tell something was wrong.
As minutes of kissing ticked by she realized what was wrong. So she pulled back and whispered within their little bubble.
"You won't hurt me... Just hold me..."
So Kara did, she held her to her and they kissed a little longer then when they finally pulled back Lena was still ok and smiling at her.
"What was that about? Why were you scared?"
Kara looked down and within seconds a finger was under her chin and she was looking in Lena eyes again.
"Tell me.."
Lena eyes hold enough begging and pleading that she didn't even have to say it.
"I didn't want to lose myself in the kiss and hurt you.."
Lena smiled and moved to so she was sitting on Karas lap.
"Never... You lost yourself in it didn't you?"
Kara blushed at the fact Lena was on her lap so she kissed Lenas cheek in a show of affection.
"Yeah..."
Lena smiled and held Kara closer.
"Well you didn't hurt me so... Promise you wont worry about that again? If I'm in the slightest bit of pain ill tell you"
Kara nodded and dropped her head into the crook of Lenas neck nuzzling closer to Lena.
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Notes⬇️
@periwinkle-the-11th
Also the new mean girls slaps and Renee is hot and Regina is gay. Thanks for coming to my Ted-Talk.
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i’d love a dating app snippet if you’re so inclined 👀
your wish is my command🫡
so to preface, this is all i have and it’s completely based off that one tumblr post with an attached screenshot that i can no longer find, so if anyone knows what i’m going on about feel free to link it in the comments! also, unfortunately tumblr likes to make single emojis large and aggressive so. apologies. please pretend that’s a very normal sized and very non-aggressive emoji😃
okay, onwards!
A cheerful ping goes off and Lena startles a little, looking up just in time to see her phone screen light up. That’s definitely not the sound for her text notifications. Okay…
Lena reaches over and unlocks the phone. 1 New Notification from Tinder. Oh. That’s quite a lot sooner than she thought she’d be getting a message.
Hi! I’m not exactly looking for a hookup right now, but my bathroom sink is currently flooding the bathroom
Lena stares at the message for a second. She reads it again. Okay. Right. Good to know, she supposes? That’s not exactly the type of message she was led to believe she would be getting on Tinder. Sam had said to expect, “Hot women sliding into your DMs looking for a good time.”
The three dots pop back up again, indicating that this kara.d is typing again. Lena leans against the counter and waits anxiously, toying at the string of the tea bag.
I know this is super random and weird, but I was wondering if I could borrow a flathead screwdriver by any chance?
Lena blinks. Now that has to be unusual. She sets her phone down on the counter, conflicted. On one hand, she does want to help. She does actually have a flathead screwdriver. On the other hand, what if this person’s an axe murderer? Or worse, just playing a prank on her?
Another message soon follows.
My neighbors are unfortunately not home and you’re the closest person to me on this app lol
Oh, great. So she’s being propositioned to (Lena’s pretty sure this doesn’t even count) as a last resort? Well, it’s not like she has anything else to do. And she knows all too well what it’s like when she doesn’t have a tool she needed on hand.
Ping.
😅
A emoji is tacked on to the end of the message, and for some reason, Lena finds herself inexplicably charmed by the person on the other end.
Should she? Or should she not? Lena sips her tea and paces her kitchen. It’s really no bid deal. She can just drop it off at kara.d’s doorstep, leave and then send a text. Yeah. That’s smart and logical. Mind made up, she replies.
Hello there, I don’t mind. Where is a good place to drop it off at?
#wip title game#so this is fun#ive been dying to write more#but this is all you get atm#supercorp ficlet#screwdriver au#supercorp
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33. “can i ask you something?” for supercorp please :)
For Kara, love has always been a beast of constant evolution- a creature of many faces, named by all yet known by too few, and for her entire life she has tried to make sense of it.
One late summer night in their youth, she and Alex had lain themselves out across their family's worn plaid couch, listening quietly to the garbled whine of Beauty and the Beast as it spun backwards upon its tape.
"Can I ask you something?"
Kara had whispered, gathering her knees up below her chin as she dwelled on enchanted roses; on Belle and the different sorts of loves she had experienced, and as Alex whispered back in stilted sentences she learned yet another one of its names: a name whose shadowed face she would glimpse in the handwriting of sweet, pining classmates; in every passing crowd; in the whispered promises of men who hung themselves about her heart like a winter frost.
Nine long years lay themselves out between that gentle summer and now- now, as white text ascends silently into the darkness Lena snores softly against her shoulder, and it is with sudden, jarring clarity that she sees what has eluded her for all this time- like nothing she has ever known; like gazing upon Rao: beautiful, terrible, altering.
#my brain decided to take this one so seriously#this was such a fun and hard exercise#i SWEAR there are only 5 sentences#thank you for the ask <3#casualkoalatea#asks#supercorp#supercorp ficlet
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Strong for Someone Else Pt.1
She only had a little farther to go. One elevator ride. A few more steps. She could picture it, she just needs to get there and then she can close her eyes. The darkness haloed around her vision, a tunnel closing in on her.
Almost there.
She feels the elevator lurch to a stop, an ear splitting sound that was probably not even loud but made her flinch, the doors sliding open. It took an incredible effort to pull away from the cold steel wall that was holding her upright.
Almost there.
The warm snake of blood made its long journey down a scorching pathway of her exposed back.
Her feet were barely holding her upright anymore as every step she took almost made her cry out trying to make it to her destination.
She knows why she was unceremoniously dropped on the cracked concrete steps of this particular building. She knows she is a bomb. Not a real one by any means, unless her brother had more up his sleeve. No, she was an emotional bomb, the shrapnel rigged to explode as soon as she made it to them—to her. But right now she couldn’t seem to care that Lex was once again using her. She just needs Kara.
Almost there.
The door was just ahead of her as she gripped the hallway with all her might as she used the sturdy walls as a crutch. The bloody smears she was leaving in her wake adorning the off-white walls like a trail of breadcrumbs back—back to where her brother had once again tried to destroy her. Maybe ‘tried’ is no longer applicable here.
Not after today.
Not after…
Her last few steps seem to feel longer than every previous step combined. Heavy. Everything was heavy. She was beginning to slide into the darkness that was waiting in the depths to consume her. Her chest was on fire with every heaved breath.
Last step.
She could hear the lively commotion of Friday night game night even though the sounds sounded like they were underwater. Or was she underwater? Still?
She couldn’t tell anymore. The cold wet strands of her hair laid limply against her equally frigid skin as a reminder.
As she reached out for her favorite door a whimper escaped her lips bloody, swollen and bruised. She let it’s wooden structure catch her as if it had arms to reach out for her.
She held onto it, her bloody forehead falling forward against its cool wood. She could feel a tear pool on her lashes and fall away—even its weight she couldn’t carry.
Her hands were stained red and bracketing her head, unfurled fingers outstretched in a type of surrender.
What she was surrendering to she didn’t know.
Was there anything left of her broken body to surrender?
Was she late to game night? Kara was probably texting her to see if she lost track of time working on her latest aquifer project. Kara cajoling her to leave the rest for tomorrow, that it would be there in the morning.
She imagined the adorable wording and string of emojis she always received when she was late for game night with her friends. The offer to fly and pick her up would usually come after the emojis that sent her heart fluttering, “what’s the fun if you can’t use Air-Kara every now and again, Lena!” She felt herself smile at the memory. She let another small whimper as even smiling was painful now.
She knew she was going to taint this event—game night is sacred—possibly for all time but it was too late, Lex had won this time.
Her standing here broken was his victory lap.
#had to get this out#supercorp#supergirl#lena luthor#kara danvers#katie mcgrath#ao3#no sleep club#supercorp ficlet#SoundCloud#trauma#supercorp fanfiction#supercorp fanfic#fanfiction
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“KARA!” Lena screamed. I killed her, Lena grieved.
She didn’t have time to linger as Eve attacked her again, Lena throwing one last punch before she found herself scrambling out of her jet. The explosion killed her, Lena’s mind shouted, thrashing in agony, a litany of damnation that she should never have brought Kara to Kaznia in the first place. It’s all my fault.
But to her astonishment, in the dark, a figure shifted ahead - blonde and burning and bright, and Lena thought for half a second to run back for the fire extinguisher, that Kara might be saved.
But as the figure turned, somehow unaffected by the flames that adorned her like a god, Lena halted. Kara looked concerned, confused. But she didn’t look injured.
Lena’s eyes drifted lower, to the bright S now etched on Kara’s chest, solid blue emerging amidst her burnt clothing. “Kara…”
“Lena,” Kara breathed, reluctance written on her face.
Lena hesitated a moment longer, before taking step after careful step, approaching the reporter as the embers continued to burn across her body. Lena’s hand drifted to the top of the suit’s crest, just below Kara’s neck, where yellow met red. Oh.
It was too much - the whiplash of the explosion, thinking that Lena had carelessly killed her best friend, to realizing that the reporter had once thrown that’s not a great question for a Luthor to ask someone in my family back in her face.
Kara Danvers was her best friend. Did she ever really exist?
“Lena…” Kara whispered again.
Lena dropped her hand, her eyes raised to Kara’s, looking her over again. “Don’t,” she said. Without another word, Lena turned on her heel, and went back to her jet.
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The flight back from Kaznia was longer alone.
Plenty of time for Lena to fume and grieve, for her to rage internally at weathering yet another deceit. Kara Danvers - or whatever the hell she was really called - had used her, betrayed her, spied on her.
Somewhere in the back of Lena’s mind, there was a different acknowledgment - that her glide ratio in her custom-designed jet was good, but not good enough to reach the Kaznian runway when the engines had failed. That her assumption at the time that mountain updrafts had saved her ran contrary to the now-more-obvious explanation - that the kryptonian had saved her from aviation incidents three times now.
Lena looked out the side of the window, where dawn was slowly rising. She desperately needed sleep, but was too wired from watching her best friend be blown up - and then revealed to be a traitor - and sleep was just… not going to happen.
Lena could swear that she was seeing glints of red and blue, just behind her plane, a kryptonian possibly trying to stay out of sight while still being protective. It was infuriating.
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It’s not Kara, Lena’s mind begged, trying to convince herself that the dead kryptonian was the clone she had learned about in Kaznia. It can’t be Kara.
It was with overwhelming horror that Lena watched the footage of Kaznia’s failed invasion, her brother parading around a dead kryptonian in his lexosuit arms, the supposed traitor Supergirl.
He was a hero. For killing her. It can't be Kara. It can’t it can’t it can’t-
Trying to still her trembling fingers, Lena picked up her phone, trying to figure out what to text, what to say, anything to get a response from the kryptonian that she had shut out. Operating out of instinct more than logic, she pressed Kara’s name to start a call instead, holding it up to her ear, her stomach twisting with nausea.
But luckily, it only took one ring before Lena heard a familiar voice on the other end. “Lena,” Kara said softly
Lena pulled the phone away, and hung up.
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There was no other choice in her mind. Not when Lex had regained legitimacy in the eyes of the country by “saving” it from Supergirl’s attack. Not when Lex sought to commit a secret genocide to solve the energy crisis and be named a hero. Not when Lena was the only person who would know where Lex would go.
Not when all Lena could see was Lex cradling Red Daughter in his arms.
The image was burned into her mind, and all Lena knew was that Kara was next - Lex would not rest until every kryptonian was gone. And Kara would be too kind and noble to seek anything but legal justice. But that wasn’t Lena - it wasn’t Lena when she decided to kill Morgan Edge, it wasn’t Lena when she decided to kidnap her mother from prison and poison her, it wasn’t Lena when she tucked her gun in her belt that morning.
A single bullet to the head, and Lex was gone.
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Kara’s door opened just a few seconds before Lena reached it. Lena supposed Kara could hear her down the hall.
Lena ignored the shock and concern on Kara’s face as she stepped inside, making her way to Kara’s window as Kara closed the door. Truth was, she still couldn’t face Kara at all.
“I’m sorry, Lena,” Kara started. “I tried to save-”
“Don’t,” Lena said.
Kara grew quiet, flanking Lena’s side, joining her as Lena stared out onto the streets below. Lena shifted. “I thought she was you,” Lena said. “When Lex killed her, I thought she was you.”
She could feel Kara shrink, uncertain of what to say, of how to move forward. And maybe Lena didn’t know either. But she could try. If… “Is Kara real?” Lena asked, her voice cracking. “Or just a mask?”
“I’m real,” Kara whispered, prompting Lena to finally turn. And Lena couldn’t help herself, seeking the warmth of Kara’s arms, the kryptonian all too happy to wrap Lena in a tight hug as Lena stepped into it. “I… sometimes I feel more real with you than anyone else.”
Lena swallowed harshly, burying her face into Kara’s shoulder, holding back a tremble. “I want to believe you.”
“I’ll spend a lifetime trying to prove it,” Kara whispered. “If you’ll let me.”
Lena took a slow, trembling breath. “Okay.”
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Idea taken from a tweet I saw floating around. If you're interested in a longer season 4 reveal, I also wrote No One and Nothing.
#supercorp#supercorp ficlet#mel writes ficlets#fazedlight#ever since I learned to make gifs I have gone mad with power
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the black mercy / la miséricorde noire
content warning: violence
Kara has always admired good craftsmanship, and when she finds a sword pressed perilously into the exposed flesh of her neck, its razor-sharp edge biting just enough to paint a thin crimson line onto her skin, she still can’t help but admire the beautiful details forged into the steel - the blade’s faint blue sheen, the delicate swirls etched throughout its length, the way it reflects the dappled sunlight filtering through the tree canopy high above. It’s a gorgeous piece, and the man holding tight to its gilded hilt likely paid handsomely for it in the east, the only region Kara’s seen metal of its equal before.
Fleetingly, she wonders if her would-be assassin would, given a chance, admire the simple elegance of the stiletto she surreptitiously sinks between the plates of his armor, efficiently bypassing his chainmail and ribs to puncture his lung clean through.
There’s a singular moment when realization hits the man threatening to end her life - a realization that he, in turn, has gravely erred. His expression slides quickly from smug to confused to shocked, and his sword hand begins to shake, the pain overwhelming. When Kara plunges her blackened blade a second time, shifting the angle to pierce the other lung, all of the fight leaves her foe. Kara steps back, unchallenged, the black, needle-like blade dripping at her side while the man in front of her crumples to the ground, his handsome sword falling, forgotten at his feet. Rivulets of blood, red as cherries, run from his wounds and stain his armor while vivid pink droplets form around his mouth where he struggles to breathe, blood already filling his lungs.
As Kara steps forward, kneeling quietly at his side, the man’s eyes widen, the stench of fear permeating his body. It’s an acrid scent, pungent, and combined with the sourness of his sweat and the faint hint of metal in the air, it’s enough to make Kara’s stomach lurch.
It’s the smell of battle. The smell of death, imminent.
Removing the gloves from her hands and removing the gauntlets from his, she takes his trembling hands in one of her own, offering him the small comfort of contact during his last moments. This man, this giant brought low, shivers beside her, gasping and gurgling, facing the agonizing fate of a long, painful death. He holds tight to Kara’s hand.
“Shhh,” she whispers, leaning over him, holding his gaze. “Your burden is no more, brother. Rao’s light is yours.” Her words are earnest, soft as velvet, and the frantic movements of his eyes slow in response. “Her mercy is yours.” She nods her head, and he mirrors the action in response.
With a practiced hand, she sinks her blade once more between the plates of his armor, this time through the exposed area of the armpit, the point tearing its way through his heart with precision. A flick of the wrist, and the damage multiplies. By the time she removes the Black Mercy, its blade heavy with blood, he gasps a final breath before the light fades from his eyes.
With a final squeeze, she lets go of his hand and runs her own lightly over his face, closing his eyelids and ushering in his final rest with a prayer to Rao. It’s a prayer of her own making, one she has used more than she’s cared to. It’s a prayer of thanks, a prayer of regret.
Above all, it’s a prayer for peace.
Standing, Kara wipes the blood from her blade, meticulously cleaning it of its crimson stains and returning it to pristine condition. Unlike the fallen foe’s blade, hers catches no sunlight, its face dark as night. She calls it the Black Mercy, its purpose to end suffering, to finish what must be finished, and to send those who meet its steel to a better life, to the light of Rao.
It hasn’t failed her yet.
She’s peripherally aware of the stories told of her in the dark corners of taverns or the tall tales whispered in the ranks of the Queen’s enemies in Daxam. But Kara, Keeper of the Queen, faithful servant of Rao, takes no pleasure in ending the lives of others.
Make no mistake, however. Kara will go to the ends of the world to keep her queen, her beloved, safe from all who would see her fall.
<><><>
Note: the misericorde was a dagger used in the High Middle Ages to deliver the death stroke to a grievously wounded knight. Its use on the injured was considered an act of mercy, hence its name, “mercy.”
#supergirl#supergirl fanfic#supergirl fic#supercorp#supercorp fanfic#supercorp ficlet#supercorp medieval au#medieval au#rao#i just couldn't get this out of my head#writing#my writing#kara danvers#lena luthor#i think we all serve the same queen here#kara zor el#kara zor-el
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a new kind of romance, pt 1
🕯️ | s'mores
Kara had been talking about graham crackers.
Correction: she’d been talking about s’mores which were currently scattered in various states of completion across a very polished and very expensive coffee table because Lena Luthor, genius, billionaire, and the most thoughtful very best friend in the whole world set up a bunsen burner in her living room while the three magical ingredients were delivered lightning fast when Kara, nostalgic and sharing about her favorite Kryptonian dessert, explained s’mores were the most comparable earth treat.
Then she dove into a very impassioned and detailed history of graham crackers.
Which was very in character.
What was also in character was how she managed to eat no less than twelve s’mores at a rate that challenged the poor little bunsen burner’s flame power.
So absorbed by her own explanation, she failed to notice the weight of cushions shift next to her until a thumb brushed against Kara’s chin.
Voice screeching to a stammering halt, eyes widened, and cheeks flushing the color of the forgotten flame, the Girl of Steel could do nothing but watch as a very soft Lena, clad in sweats (Kara’s) and a scooped neck sweater that hung low and revealing (Lena’s), crawled into her personal space.
She crawled like it was the most normal thing in the world. Like it didn’t send Kara’s heart sky-rocketing with uncontained and undefinable excitement.
And then.
Then.
The pad of Lena’s thumb rubbed at the skin just to the left of Kara’s mouth with focused intensity while her own mouth broke into the tiniest grin of adoration. And before Kara could process any of it, the touch was gone and the digit slipped between Lena’s perfect lips and against her swirling tongue.
“Marshmallow,” Lena explained when her thumb popped out, slick and cleaned of the sugary threads that had just been shellacked across Kara’s face. She settled back into her side of the couch, snatching a blank graham cracker to munch on before asking, “You were saying?”
And, golly, Kara didn’t have a clue.
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part 2 | purple purple
part 3 | zippers
part 4 | frosting
part 5 | could we? wood we?
#so i've had writer's block and thought it was fixed with the spontaneity of buttons ch2 but nada#which means i'm trying small things and these small things are maybe going to be a bunch of moments#where kara gets disarmed by lena who is... disarming (writer's block remember?)#i doubt this will have any real plot but i'll post as they (hopefully) come#supercorp#supercorp ficlet#kara danvers#lena luthor#new romances
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Breakfast
Kara knows the best part of having a pregnant wife is supposed to be the baby at the end. It’s about the journey of her bringing a new presence into the world, to giving all their love to a precious little thing. Then getting to watch as they grow from a little alien-like blob into something receptive and adorable.
The miracle of life is not lost on her. But she would be lying if she said her and Lena’s eating habits finally aligning wasn’t coming in as a close second.
To Kara, it’s a nine-month-long solar eclipse. The marathon of all marathons that she has been training for her entire life on Earth. And finally, Lena is right there with her.
Quickly, they come up with a schedule that they share. First breakfast, or pre-breakfast, followed by second breakfast, first snack, lunch, second snack, first dinner, second dinner, and then, if it’s late, then dessert.
First breakfast is served at seven– marking the beginning of every day. It’s small (remember, this is a marathon, not a sprint) but it gets the job done. Kara always makes sure to wake up about ten minutes before Lena to blend up smoothies and grab a few granola bars so she can have them right away.
Three months in, Kara has become a pro at beating Lena’s morning nausea brought on by waking up to an empty stomach. And by month four, she’s started bringing first breakfast to Lena in bed because Lena’s tired enough as is— she shouldn’t have to get up when she’s hungry.
Second breakfast comes about an hour later. On the weekdays, it bagels or cereal they eat while getting ready for work. It’s what they scarf down before heading out the door (only after Kara’s leaned down to kiss Lena’s belly and tell her how beautiful she is).
But on the weekends, second breakfast is an event. So much so that Kara works on it while simultaneously preparing first breakfast.
Second breakfast is pancakes with the fancy farmers market syrup. It’s a side of scrambled eggs on the days when Lena’s stomach isn’t quite so angry and cold apple cider in the fancy glasses they never get to use. For second breakfast, Kara puts out flowers and sets the table, then returns to wake Lena up (she always falls back asleep after first breakfast) just in time to eat.
Each week, she knows it’s coming. But each week, Kara manages to sweep her off her feet all over again.
#supercorptober#supercorp ficlet#kara danvers#lena luthor#sorry this one is so short and bland. I've been too busy to function lol
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I updated this because folks' commenting got me inspired and because I can't seem to sleep unless I finish writing.
Excerpt:
Lena enters Kara’s office at Catco, which is now covered in boxes and documents. Many of said documents are taped to the window with arrows in different colored markers linking documents. Words are scribbled above the lines, the handwriting messy and very hard to read. Knowing what she does now, Lena realizes it’s because Kara’s learned English as a teenager, and with her superstrength, she probably had to learn how to write without breaking everything.
She walks up to the mess on the window. Kara isn’t in the room yet. Lena had woken this morning in her bed, the blankets tucked gently around her — Lena had fallen asleep on the flight back to her loft — and on her nightstand by her unfinished scotch, Kara had left a note: Here’s the key to my office. I know you get up early for work, so just go on in. I’ll bring us lunch.
So here she is, standing in front of this… very oddly organized clues, her arms crossed as she read through the documents taped to the window. The key is still in her pocket, and Lena recognizes that giving it to her had been a form of trust.
Trust. Such a difficult thing for her to give anyone. Eve's betrayal still haunts Lena, because she let Eve in. Lowered her guard, just like she has for Kara. Lena is furious with Eve, but that same fury simply fizzles when she thinks of Kara. Instead, she feels conflicted. She taps her fingers against her arm, frustrated. Kara has become a jigsaw puzzle, all these pieces slowly being revealed and yet none quite fit together. Can she trust Kara?
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Read it all on AO3.
Oh yeah, I also drew art for this chapter. Kara's hands are a little wonky because I have a hand tremor, and I draw by hand. This is in greyscale because color is difficult. Yes, it's based on a screencap of Lena and Kara on Lena's private plane. Enjoy.
#writing#supercorp#supercorptober2023#supercorp ficlet#kara x lena#lena luthor#supercorp fanart#Supergirl#Supergirl Season 4 episode 20
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Supercorp Prompt: Hospital + "you look like shit."
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The first thing she feels is pain. Everywhere. But, it's not a normal pain that stabs and fades or a dull ache that tweaks with every twist - it's a deep-seated pain. One that she knows is supposed to be much stronger than it is, but it's subdued at the moment. One that will make her scream, but right now it just reminds her of what to come once the medicine wears off. It's unnerving in its patience.
The second thing she feels is cold. Air-conditioned air biting at her exposed arms and face. Then comes the dryness of her throat and the stickiness of her eyelashes. Both minor inconveniences are exaggerated by the bone-weary pain she's avoiding.
Finally, comes the headache inducing sound. The dull hum of the air-conditioner, the ticking of the clock overhead, the incessant beeps of the monitors creating a cacophony of sounds that stab at the neurons in her brain.
She grimaces, then grunts at the pain that shoots through her face when the grimace itself hurts.
Fuck me, she thinks.
Slowly, groggily, Lena opens her eyes and takes in the room around her.
Too bright is her first thought. Her eyes squeeze shut and her fists squeeze the white sheets pooling around her.
Slowly, slowly she tries again, prepared this time for the blinding overhead lights. It doesn't burn as badly, but her eyes water nonetheless, rivering down her cheeks as her blinks turn rapid to clear the film.
Lena sighs when her eyes finally adjust, hesitant to look around the room before she checks that all of her extremities are, in fact, still working. She wiggles her toes and clenches her thighs, suppressing a groan when the muscles respond with a deep ache. Her fingers stretch in her hands and she raises her arms mere millimeters off the mattress before letting them fall back to the safety of the bed.
She huffs out a breath. Okay, how the fuck did I end up here?
She looks down at her arm when there's a sharp tug against her left. Wires upon wires are coming from the crease of her elbow and the back of her hand, and, oh god, she mentally bemoans.
Last thing I remember I was driving to dinner with Ka-
"Kara," She shoots up, as much as she can with all of her injuries and wires attached, enough for her back to seize as she looks around the room. Her throat burns, scratchy from disuse.
She's alone in a hospital room, and she needs to know if Kara is okay. Her heart rate monitor speeds up as she fumbles her still numb fingers against the wires protruding from her arms.
The door to her room slides open and shut, and a "Lena," is called as footsteps hustle to her side. Delicate fingers wrap around her own and cease the near exsanguination she was about to perform on herself to get the damn needles out of her so she can get to Kara.
"Lena, hey," and finally she stills, the voice registering in her panic-induced haze.
"Kara," Lena whispers, eyes already filled with tears at the sight of the blonde. Kara returns the shaky smile with her own, gripping tightly at Lena's fingers.
"Hey, sleepyhead."
That's more than enough for Lena to collapse forward into Kara's chest and let out a painful sob. It hurts throughout her entire body, but she doesn't care because she thought Kara was… she was…
It's minutes later that Lena's grip lessens on Kara's cardigan, her body heavy with exhaustion after such a rollercoaster of emotions flooding her already weakened system. Kara grabs the nearest chair and pulls it right up to the edge of the bed, taking Lena's hands back into her own.
"It's okay," she coos, blue eyes sparkling from her own unshed tears. "I'm right here."
And God, Lena thinks. Kara's usually bright smile is dimmed, skin dark beneath her eyes, hair greasy and limp. Her fingers tremble slightly in Lena's grasp.
"You look like shit," is the first thing Lena says.
It makes the half smile turn full, the blue shine just a touch brighter as Kara laughs her full-belly laugh. Tears leak out of her eyes, and Lena reaches up despite the pain to capture them with her thumb.
"I'm not the one that's been unconscious for half a day."
"I have?" Lena queries. "What happened?"
"Oh, you know," Kara shrugs. "An alien spaceship crashed into us on the 405. It totaled the car."
"I'm sorry, I… what?" Lena's bewildered expression makes Kara shift uncomfortably.
"They were okay! Just a few scratches, but you were hurt and I… I kind of blew my powers trying to get you here as soon as possible."
Lena reels back, mind racing at all this means. "Did anyone see you?" She asks, worried already at the aftermath of Kara potentially outing herself as Supergirl let alone the aftermath of her being associated with a Luthor.
Kara shrugs again. "Lena… I don't care about all of that. I -"
"You should care, Kara. This puts you in danger. Because of me."
"Lena, stop." It's sharp and so unlike Kara that Lena does, in fact, quiet. "You think I'm more concerned with keeping my identity secret than your well-being? You - there - I - there was so much blood, Lena. You were - I don't care, I don't give a shit about any of that. I care about you. I love you, Lena. I would never trade you for some stupid secret. Not again." Kara's breaths are heaving slightly, a sign that she truly did blow her powers. The tremble in her fingers picks up.
Lena blinks quickly, mind racing while simultaneously stuck on one part of Kara's rant. "You - you love me?"
Kara lets out a sharp laugh, one that suspiciously sounds like it's holding back tears. She sits back in her chair, releasing Lena's hands and pushing her fingers through her hair. "Of course I love you, Lena. When have I not loved you?"
"I…" Lena's heart rate skyrockets to the point that the monitor beeps a warning. She slips off the sensor from her finger, a flatline sounding from the screen. She reaches over and turns off the monitor completely because she doesn't want the entire hospital privy to the way Kara makes her heart stutter. "Kara, I don't even know a time when I haven't loved you," she says, eyes boring into Kara's own so she can feel the weight of her truth being spoken.
Kara's entire posture sinks into the chair. The tension in her shoulders melts away and she let's out a huff of a breath that feels both exhausted and exhilarated. "If you're okay, Lena, I'm going to kiss you now," she says, eyes wide and hopeful.
"God, yes, please," Lena responds, laugh bubbling from her throat. She's halfway out of the bed by the time Kara leans forward, practically spilling into the blonde's lap when their lips finally meet.
#supercorp fandom#supercorp ficlet#supercorp fanfic#supercorp#supergirl#kara x lena#kara danvers#kara zor el#lena luthor#lena x kara
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