#COME STAB KARA FOR LEAVING }

[karaspal]

movies i think kara would star in:

- a coming-of-age movie - kara would have such a fun time doing this movie! it would be kara’s first main role and this movie would always have a special place in her heart;

- a horror movie - she’d do two - one will be your typical slasher movie and one would be more on the supernatural side. for the slasher movie, it would be revealed her love interest was the killer and her character will stab him ten times at the end (which serves him right, screw this guy), and for the supernatural one, she’d defeat the evil with the power of love and friendship;

- a murder mystery limited series - the producers would keep the killer a secret even from the cast so she decides to try and solve it in her spare time. while on a mission, she’s talking with clark about her theories and bruce overhears so he decides to help (annoy) her. bruce bets on the best friend, while kara on the love interest. at the end, they are both wrong when it is revealed kara’s character was the killer all along (and she was being an unreliable narrator).

bruce: girl- are you kidding me?!

kara: as if i knew???

everyone makes fun of how the “world’s greatest detective” couldn’t solve a teen show’s mystery and bruce never hears the end of it;

- a “tortured artist” type of movie - i think after some experience, kara would want to dip her toes into more challenging stuff. she’d definitely love making this movie but feel so drained after. she’d do a cute sapphic romcom after that;

- a sapphic romcom - this one would be self-indulgent for kara. and you know what? she deserves it! she’d even get jon and jay little roles. jon would love it and jay would be happy to see his boyfriend smile, even if he doesn’t particularly care to be in the movie;

- sci-fi - kara would even co-write this one! it wouldn’t be some epic, big budgeted movie, but a cozy indie one. no high stakes, just good vibes. the planet kara’s character lives on would resemble krypton a lot, down to the tree with red and blue leaves the wind blows through. it would make her feel nostalgia, but for the first time ever, in a good way;

other movies she might do are 1) a sports movie because she does seem to enjoy sports, 2) an adaptation of a game, but only if it’s a game she’s played and loved, and 3) a superhero movie where she conceals her secret identity by wearing a wig except her character is brunette as a superhero and ginger as her civilian self. kara thinks it’s the funniest thing ever.

additionally, i think every movie kara chooses, she’d chose because it’s a project she’d enjoy working on. i don’t think she’d be chasing a big career. in fact, i think she’d turn down some big offers because it’s not something she’s interested doing. acting is her passion and i think she’d like it to stay that way.

[toxinoire]

Kara never thought of it when Lena first asked her this question.

"What if someone says; in like a few years maybe, I'd be...gone?" Lena asks, staring at the distance.

Kara got confused at this question. But decided to answer anyway. "Well, I'd most likely, punch them or something. I'm not letting that happen."

Lena chuckled. "You're right...I guess it's just another existential crisis."

"Want to talk about it?" Kara asks softly. Lena just smiles at her. "No, darling. It's alright. It's just one of those times."

"Well, if you need anything...food, movies, a hug, I'm right here."

Lena laughs and nods. "Got that."

She didn't ask that question for no reason. She isn't sure if Kara already figured this fact out already, but their time is limited. Because Kara won't die unless she gets killed with Kryptonite or the day the yellow sun flying over them dies.

Lena knows there's a chance that Kara's life could be at stake at any given moment, but at the same time...there's a possibility that she could have Kara for the rest of her life. While Kara won't have Lena, nor the rest of their family for the rest of her life.

See here's the thing, Kara knew that. But ignorance is a bliss, as they say. She pretends that the day won't come.

But...maybe she indulged herself too much.

Because right now, Kara, swear to Rao, drops the car she's currently carrying as her eyes widen in fear. Through a window, not that big, but big enough for her to witness it firsthand.

Lena, sweet, gentle, beautiful Lena, with a knife pierced through her neck. She heard the enemy responsible for it, the one who's back is facing the window, laugh. Fucking laugh. Kara and Lena make eye contact through the window, Lena smiling gently, softly, warmly, at her. Muttering something no human could hear, but Kara heard so clearly. Her voice as soft as her gaze.

"I love you."

Kara barges in, breaking the whole wall, she rushes to her, hoping she could still save her. Hoping she wouldn't lose her. She can't lose Lena, she just can't.

However, it was too late. The knife stabbed a very fatal spot, and Kara witnesses Lena drop to the ground.

Kara can no longer hear her heartbeat.

"Aww, look at Supergirl. The Paragon of Hope, looking hopeless-"

Before this asshole can finish, Kara pushes him, actually pushes him off the broken wall, she hears him scream and plummet down, but she doesn't care.

"Lena?"

Nothing.

"Please, no. No. Fuck. Please don't leave me, don't take her too, please." Kara tries to get help, but to no avail.

Lena Luthor's death was publicly announced two days later. Many were happy at the fact that there was not a single Luthor left. The Superfriends grieved in their own ways. At least some people in the city actually acknowledged what Lena did for the world and paid their respects. The Superfriends tried to comfort Kara. She appreciates it, of course, but it won't bring Lena, Kara's...everything, back to her.

Now everywhere she goes, Kara just sees Lena.

She would try to go to Big Belly Burger, she just remembers that time they celebrated Lena's birthday there. Noonan's? She just sees Lena's smile when Kara gives her coffee from that place. The park in National City? That time Lena used her magic fully for the first time. CatCo? She remembers every hall Lena ever walked in. She sees a book? She remembers Lena giving her one.

Her own apartment also reminds her of Lena, all the times they had there. Certain foods remind her of Lena. Everything around her is now just a ghost of Lena. Even fucking kryptonite reminds her of Lena.

She's everywhere Kara goes.

No one in the city realized how much Supergirl was so torn over the loss of Lena Luthor.

Some dickwads actually thought she was happy about it, which some idiot reporter asked her one day.

"You must be really relieved that the last Luthor is no longer a threat."

Kara stays silent, yet her eyes emmit everything she wants to say.

Kelly holds back an angry Alex from hitting someone, but Kelly herself is yelling about how insensitive that was, about how this reporter is disrespecting the dead, about how they forgot that Lena worked with Supergirl. Both Brainy and Nia list down everything that Lena has done to save the city.

Kara? She's been silent, before taking a deep breath, looking at the reporter, knowing there are cameras surrounding her, she says,

"This world is nothing without her."

Then, she flies away, higher into the blue skies and screams.

Would you look at that, world. There's a Luthor that successfully broke a Super.

[apothecaryscript]

Maomao no Hitorigoto Episode 40 “Mugwort” / 猫猫のひとりごと　第40話　『もぐさ（Mogusa）』

You can watch the video on YouTube, uploaded by the official Toho Animation account. →Link to X

Please note that the English lines are just my translation.

猫猫(マオマオ)「猫猫の豆知識(まめちしき)。もぐさの原料(げんりょう)は、蓬(よもぎ)の綿毛(わたげ)。葉(は)の裏面(うらめん)にある綿毛は、蓬に精油(せいゆ)成分(せいぶん)があるためか、火付(ひつ)きがいい。熱(あつ)さが少(すく)なく、火持(ひも)ちもするため、灸(きゅう)に最適(さいてき)」

Maomao “Maomao’no mame-chishiki. Mogusa’no genryo’wa, yomogi’no watage. Ha’no ura-men’ni aru watage’wa, yomogi’ni seiyu-seibun’ga aru-tame-ka, hitsuki’ga ii. Atsusa’ga sukunaku, himochi’mo suru-tame, kyu’ni sai-teki.”

Maomao “Maomao’s bits of knowledge. The raw material for moxa(mugwort) is the fluff of the mugwort. The fluff on the underside of the leaves is easy to ignite, probably because mugwort contains essential oils. It is the best for moxibustion because it is not too hot and burns for a long time.”

火付きがいい（ひつきがいい/Hitsuki’ga ii）: easy to ignite/catch fire

火持ちがする（ひもちがする/Himochi’ga suru）: burns for a long time

日持ちがする（ひもちがする/Himochi’ga suru）: long-lasting, stay fresh, preserve well (mainly used for foods or fresh plants)

長持ちする（ながもちする/Naga-mochi-suru）: long-lasting (can be used for anything)

翠苓(スイレイ)「お前(まえ)ら、ここで少(すこ)し待(ま)っていろ」

Suirei “Omae-ra, koko’de sukoshi matte-iro.”

Suirei “You two, wait here for a bit.”

お前（おまえ/Omae）: rougher word than “あなた(Anata)”

ら（等/Ra）: rougher word than “たち(Tachi)”

“You all” from the politest to the roughest, あなた方（あなたがた/anata-gata）, あなた達（あなたたち/Anata-tachi）, あんたたち(Anta-tachi), あんたら(Anta-ra), お前達（おまえたち/Omae-tachi）, お前等(おまえら/Omae-ra), てめえら（Temee-ra）, 貴様達（きさまたち/Kisama-tachi）, 貴様等（きさまら/Kisama-ra）

子翠(シスイ)「どうしよう…」

Shisui “Do-shiyo…”

Shisui “What should we do…”

猫猫「うーん…」

Maomao “Uuun…”

Maomao “Hmm…”

子翠「何(なに)か、いい策(さく)は…」

Shisui “Nanika, ii saku’wa…”

Shisui “Is there any good ideas…?”

猫猫（この状況(じょうきょう)をおやじに伝(つた)えられれば…。しかし、どうして私(わたし)まで…深緑(シェンリュ)の悪意(あくい)を知(し)ってしまったからか？翠苓のやつ、どうやって後宮(こうきゅう)を抜(ぬ)け出(だ)すつもりだ…）

Maomao (Kono jokyo’o oyaji’ni tsutae-rare-reba… Shikashi, doshite watashi-made… Shenlü’no akui’o shitte-shimatta-kara-ka? Suirei’no-yatsu, do-yatte kokyu’o nuke-dasu-tsumori-da…)

Maomao (If only I could tell my dad about this situation… But why, me too? Is it because I know of Shenlü’s malice? How is Suirei planning to get out of the rear palace…?)

どうして私まで？→ Why does Suirei want me to come with her, out of the rear palace? (Although it’s easier for her to get out by herself.)

子翠「ごめんね、私のせいで…」

Shisui “Gomen-ne, watashi’no sei-de…”

Shisui “I’m sorry, it was my fault…”

～のせいで(～No sei’de): because of, due to, on account of (used for bad results only)

～のおかげで（～No okage’de）: thanks to, because of (used mainly for good results)

猫猫「いや、子翠のせいじゃ…」

Maomao “Iya, Shisui’no sei-ja…”

Maomao “No, it’s not your fault, Shisui…”

猫猫（とうとう、あの作(つく)り方(かた)を知(し)れる日(ひ)が来(く)るとは…！フフ～…）

Maomao (To-to, ano tsukuri-kata’o shireru hi’ga kuru-towa…! Fufuuu…)

Maomao (I never thought the day would come when I would finally get to know how to make it…! Hehe.)

子翠「もしかして…蘇(よみがえ)りの薬(くすり)のためだったりして」

Shisui “Moshika-shite… Yomigaeri’no kusuri’no tame-dattari-shite.”

Shisui “Maybe… it’s for the resurrection medicine.”

猫猫「違(ちが)う！」

Maomao “Chigau!”

Maomao “No!”

子翠「今(いま)、ニヤけてたよ」

Shisui “Ima, niyaketeta-yo.”

Shisui “You were grinning just now.”

猫猫「うぇっ！い、いい策(さく)を思(おも)いついたんだ」

Maomao “Ue! I, ii saku’o omoi-tsuitanda.”

Maomao “Ugh! I’ve come up with a great idea.”

子翠「どんな？」

Shisui “Donna?”

Shisui “What’s that?”

猫猫「…反撃(はんげき)する」

Maomao “…Hangeki-suru.”

Maomao “We will fight back.”

子翠「反撃？相手(あいて)は武器(ぶき)を持(も)ってるんだよ！あの針(はり)、何(なに)か毒(どく)が塗(ぬ)ってあったし…」

Shisui “Hangeki? Aite’wa buki’o motterun-dayo! Ano-hari, nanika doku’ga nutte-attashi…”

Shisui “Fight back? That person is carrying a weapon! And that needle was coated with some kind of poison…”

猫猫「ちょっと刺(さ)してもらって、何(なん)の毒(どく)か確(たし)かめるよ」

Maomao “Chotto sashite-moratte, nan’no doku-ka tashikameru-yo.”

Maomao “I’ll have her stab me a little and see what kind of poison it is.”

子翠「え��？」

Shisui “E?”

Shisui “Huh?”

猫猫「その隙(すき)をついて、この拳(こぶし)で殴(なぐ)りつければ…」

Maomao “Sono suki’o tsuite, kono kobushi’de naguri-tsuke-reba…”

Maomao “I’ll find a slight opening and hit her with this fist…”

隙を突く（すきをつく/Suki’o tsuku）: find a slight opening, catch someone off (his) guard

If you like Demon Slayer, please remember Tanjiro’s “Opening Thread” whose original Japanese is “隙の糸（すきのいと/Sukino Ito）”. 隙 is the moment when someone let his guard off and a momentary chance for the opponents to attack.

隙間（すきま/Suki-ma）: gap, crack, opening

子翠「うわぁ、猫猫！お願(ねが)いだからおとなしくしてて！」

Shisui “Uwaa, Maomao! Onegai-dakara otonashiku shitete!”

Shisui “Whoa, Maomao! Please, stay quiet!”

猫猫「次回(じかい)、『狐(きつね)の里(さと)』。一体(いったい)どこに連(つ)れて行(い)かれるのやら…」

Maomao “Jikai, ‘Kitsune’no Sato.’ Ittai doko’ni tsurete-ikareru-no-yara…”

Maomao “Next episode, ‘Fox Village.’ I wonder where they’ll take us…”

[c-optimistic]

Hi there! Are you still open to 100 days of fic prompts? Wondering if you'd take a stab at Lena worrying that she and Kara are too different to be together romantically and Kara insisting that they complement each other

this is a very old prompt, from back before my relationship ended and i was trying to impress my ex with fic everyday, but i am trying to write more so here’s a little bit of angsty fluff for funsies

When she finally had the presence of mind to pull the knife wedged between her shoulder blades, the remnant of the shattered trust between herself and Kara, she’d come to an all-encompassing conclusion: there was no such thing as love.

There couldn’t be.

(Because if there was such a thing as ‘love,’ then she rather thinks Lex would’ve stayed sane, her mother would have treated the girl she raised as her own, her friends wouldn’t have left her, and Kara…Kara wouldn’t have lied.)

But as the months dragged on and forgiveness became less of a long shot and more of a question of when, her thoughts on love began to evolve. Now, Lena is a scientist. And so, after careful consideration and thorough research, she decides that the thing people call love is merely chemical reactions in her brain, associating Kara’s presence with feelings of happiness and safety. A drug, really. And like any drug, the best way to cut her dependence is to remove the drug from her life and consistently remind herself why the drug is so dangerous to her health.

(She had not reckoned for the fact that this particular drug can advocate on its own behalf, and is very much not on board with the notion of ‘quitting.’)

“I don’t really understand what you mean,” Kara says, standing in Lena’s living room in her skin tight blue suit, red cape hanging listlessly behind her, leaving very little of Kara’s curves to the imagination.

Lena has to physically shake her head, blinking furiously in annoyance at the chemicals in her brain.

“What’s so confusing?” she asks, a question she really wishes sounded angry and hurt, but comes out as confused as Kara looks. Because if she’s honest, she’s not sure she knows what she means either. Just that she can’t think with Kara so close.

“I said I love you,” Kara says, voice clear and unafraid, those three words ringing in Lena’s ears, momentarily making thoughts hard. “I said that it’s been a while since I worked my back to being friends with you. But that I want more.” She steps towards Lena, who takes several steps back, causing Kara to huff but stop. “I asked how you felt, and all you’ve done is list all the possible reasons we’re not good for each other. But that’s not an answer, Lena.”

“But listen,” Lena says, swallowing. “Have you considered that you love potstickers and I don’t?”

“I don’t really care, that just means more for me when we order in.”

Lena’s eyes narrow at the easy solution. “Okay. Fine. What about the fact that you don’t like my taste in novels?”

“Lena, I want to go out with you, not the trashy romance books you read. What does that have to do with anything?” Kara asks, clearly exasperated.

“Right, but those books give unrealistic expectations of love and romance and I—”

“—then I’ll read all your favorites and will show you love the way you want to be loved.”

Lena’s heart hammers away, and she makes the mistake of looking away briefly, trying to come up with another excuse, unsurprised when Kara is approaching her slowly—like she’s a spooked deer or a cat with trust issues—giving her ample time to move away or tell Kara off.

She does neither.

“Lena. I love you,” Kara says in barely a whisper, now only inches away from Lena. “Can you please tell me what this is all about?”

“Everyone I love and who was supposed to love me has let me down. And I…” She trails off, closes her eyes, and presses her forehead to Kara’s strong shoulder, gripping her wrists as tightly as she can. “And I don’t know if I’m broken and am unloveable or if love isn’t real and—it was hard enough after finding out you’re Supergirl. I can’t do it, I can’t lose you again. Not you too.”

For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of Kara’s breathing intermingled with Lena’s struggle to avoid breaking down into sobs. Then, strong arms wrap around her and hold her tight, enveloping her in the scent of flowers and sunshine and warming her from head to toe.

And embarrassingly, Lena’s chemicals send a single thought through her brain: home.

“I know I let you down,” Kara says, a gentle hand shifting and then fingers threading through Lena’s hair. “And I can’t promise I’ll never let you down, because I’m not perfect. But I do promise you will never lose me. As long as you’ll have me, in whatever form that is, I’ll be right here. Okay?”

And there’s so much more to say, so much more to figure out. Lena desperately wants to say those three words back, wants to pull away just enough to kiss Kara hard enough that she can feel the way those chemicals in Lena’s brain have altered her being, wants to confess every single dark thought she’s had from the moment she found out Kara’s secret and all the lies she told.

But instead she lets out a watery laugh.

“But you have a preference in what form I’ll have you, right?” she asks, knowing the answer, knowing that her answer is the same, knowing maybe forgiveness alone isn’t enough yet for them to take that next step.

“Oh Rao, obviously I have a preference,” Kara whines as she pulls away, grinning when she catches Lena’s smile.

And Lena’s pretty sure that next step will come sooner than either of them think.

[canary8205]

She Is Not Gone, She Has To Keep Fighting

Cisco Ramon X FEM! Allen Reader

Summary: Y/N is Barry Allen's little sister. She has the ability to control the weather around her. She got the ability's from also from a lighting bolt. She is was metrologist at the local news station when she was struck my lighting while the regular news was live.(Yes I know it sound like Aang from avatar, but that is the best my dumb brain and come up with).She gets stabbed while on a mission with the whole crossover team for criss on earth X team and Caitlin has to perform surgery on her and Cisco has to watch, he is afraid if he leaves that she will not make it out of surgery alive. 

Warning: Typical Flash TV show violence, cussing, injury, angst, fluff, mentions of Nazi's

(What you look like, you remind Barry a lot of y'alls mother)

(Your Costume, Mask, And Hair Style That Your Have While You Fight)

Alright, lets this show on the road

I still can't believe this is happening. Almost 2 days ago, I was at my brothers wedding, now I am fighting the doppelgänger of Oliver, Kara, and Wells. Wells I don't mind kicking his ass, but Oliver & Kara it is a little weird. We are all currently fighting the nazi's when all the sudden I see the other Oliver is about to fire arrow at Cisco. I use my power of element manipulator to make a rock formation right in front of him to stop the arrow from hitting him. I can see him look at me and mouth thank you. I node back to my boyfriend. Out out corner of my eye I can see the Nazi Kara see that I was the source of the rock wall. I use my water-bending to create a shield around me.

(Something Like This)

I am not going to be the first one to move, that is for sure, I am no where near as strong as she is. She starts to fly towards me when I use my water to grab her and yank her down to the ground

(Something Like This)

As soon as she hits the ground, I can see that she has been knocked out. I hear What I think is our Oliver Yell something. I turn around to see what is going on when all the sudden I feel a sudden pain in my abdomen I look down and it is an arrow from the bad Oliver, as I look back up, I can see that he is about to shoot off another arrow when our Oliver shot him dead.

(What happens to you)

As start to fall I feel someone catch me. I look up and I see Barry.

"Y/N, look at me, ok, look at me. We are going to STAR LABS, ok. Don't close you eyes ok." I hear Barry say.

I node my head yes. And in an instant I am on the med bed in STAR LABS, Barry is over me. I can tell he is crying. "I will be okay bear, it takes a ... lot to take me out" I say. I start to feel a little light headed when all the sudden I See Kara come in with Caitlin and Alex. she lets go of them and they start to run around. I start to close my eye's when I hear Alex say to me, "Y/N, I am going to start on IV on you, ok, Once it is started I am going to give you anesthesia. We will do our best. I promise." I hear her say. I feel a pinch and then all I see is darkness.

Cisco P.O.V:

I vibe the rest of us back to STAR LABs, when we all get out of the portal, I can already see Kara hugging Barry as he cried in her arms.

(A/N: Imagine that Alex is Barry)

I look into where the surgery is happening. I start to feel tears well up in my eyes. Currently Caitlin and Alex are doing an CT scan, for what I don't know.

(A/N: What Caitlin & Alex are doing)

I can feel panic start to rise up within in me. And when I look around to see if anyone is if anyone would have any idea what they are using it for, the panic within me only gets worse.

(Everyone's Reaction To Watching Y/N's Surgery)

I walk over to Barry. I give him a hug. It is not just my girlfriend that is on the table, it is his sister.

"Cisco, I don't know what I am going to do without her. I have lost both my parents, I can't lose my little sister too." I hear him say.

"I know Barry, Caitlin & Alex can do this. She will pull through, we both know that." I say back.

All the sudden we hear Iris gasp, We both look up to see that they have removed the arrow, but what they have not notice yet is that her heart rate is going into V Fib.

(A/N: The heart will go into V fib before it flat lines, it is a shockable rhythm)

Alex was the first to notice her heart rhythm change, and all the sudden the room when into chaos.

"Caitlin, get the crash cart, she is in V-Fib!" we hear Alex yell.

I can't watch anymore. If she dies, I don't want this to be the last memory that I have of her. As I walk out of the room I hear Caitlin yell

"Clear!! No Change! Charge to 250, Oliver I need you in here"

With that I took off to my workshop.

Timeskip to Cisco's workshop:

I am can't believe she is dying, I could have stopped the arrow, I could have gotten in-front of her and took that arrow instead. I open my draw and I see a picture from a photo-booth on our first date.

(What your outfit from the picture consist of)

I look at and remembered the date like it was yesterday.

Flash Back To 2 Years Ago:

We just walked out of the movie theater watching 'Star Wars The Force Awakens', We were walking out to my cars when Y/N sees a photo-booth,

"Come of Cisco, we need to get a photo together" I hear Y/N say. I can feel her tug at my arm little bit. I smile and I place her hand in mine and walk over to the booth with her.

Timeskip Back To The Present:

I hear someone walk into my work shop, I look up to see Sara.

"How are you doing Cisco?" I hear her ask.

"I don't quite know. All I know is I feel panic."

"She will make it through, if she is anything like Barry, she will. What is that in your hand?"

"Well, this a picture from out first date. We just finished watching a star wars movie and she saw the booth and practically dragged me there." I say to Sara.

She sits down next to me.

"I know you are worried, I would be too if this was my girlfriend on the table. Caitlin & Alex a-"

"Cisco we need you in the Cortex now!" I hear Iris say over the intercom.

I look at Sara and then take off running. When I reach the Cortex, I see Caitlin and Alex are outside the OR. I feel my heart sink into my stomach. And the look on Alex and Caitlin's face makes that feeling even worse.

(A/N: Imagine that her eyes don't turn white)

"Cisco, she is alive, however, she is not out of the woods yet. Her artery was nicked when we pulled the arrow out. She is on a lot of units of blood. The arrow also broke a ribs, which is not the worst thing, but it does not help her in terms of her body healing. If I were you, I would go in and sit with her. We don't know if she will make it through the night. I am so sorry." I hear Alex say.

I see Caitlin come over. She give me a hug. I let go after few seconds. I can already see Barry & Joe sitting in there with her.

I walk into her room and I see Joe get up.

"No Joe it is okay. She is your daughter."

"No, Cisco you are her boyfriend. I have already said my peace. It is now your turn son."

I walk over to his seat. Just as he and Barry are about to leave I have to ask them a question.

"Guys, I was going to ask her to marry her in a few weeks. I wanted to know if she wakes up if I can ask her to marry me."

"Of course Cisco. I would never in my life so no to you asking that question." I hear Joe say.

I say thank you.

Timeskip To 4 Hours:

I have been sitting 4 hours when all of the sudden I feel Y/N's hand move. I look up I can see her starting to wake up.

"Guys, we is waking up." I yell.

I see Alex and Caitlin run in and start doing assessments. I walk out so they can do what they do best.

After a few minutes I see them walk out.

"She is doing much better. She will still need some blood for may be another hour. She is going to be ok Cisco. Go in and be with her." Caitlin says to me.

I look at Joe and he shakes his head in agreement that I could ask my question.

I walk back in and I can see that Y/N is somewhat sitting up in her bed.

"Hey, are you ok?" She asks me.

"I am ok now. I really should be asking you that. Are you ok?" I ask her.

"I am okay now. All I want to do is cuddle with my boyfriend." She say. I will ever say no to cuddles.

She scoots over a little. I sit down in the space that she gave me.

I place my hands around her and I rub my thumb on her temple.

After a few minutes of this. I finally have the balls to finally ask her to marry me.

"Y/N I have a question to ask you."

"Yes Cisco I will Marry you." I hear her respond.

I am shocked. "How did you know?" I ask her.

"I heard you taking to Joe. I just did not have the strength yet to be able to wake the rest of my body. Now can you put a ring on my figer"

Once she asked me to put the ring on her finger Sara walked in with the box.

"How did you find it?" I asked her

"I saw it when you pulled the picture out. Now put a beautiful ring on her finger and make her Mrs. Ramon." She tell me as she walks out

I pull the ring out of the box and placed it on her finger.

"You know our wedding is going to be star wars themed right?" I hear Y/N say

"I would want nothing more. I think that is the best idea Mrs. Ramon. I love you so much"

"I love you too Mr. Ramon"

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The End

Thank you for reading and I will see you in the next one.

[thegirlwhofellfromthestars]

still can't stop thinking about kara accidentally referring to hal as "dad", even in a more low-key context and how something that could usually be played for comedy is nothing sort of devastating.

maybe kara's having a bad day - the sort where her chest is tight with frustration, every little minor convenience makes her fingers twitch, the sort where the schoolwork and reminders of the ordinary life she has alongside her life as supergirl is smothering her, all the missed phone calls from the friends who only know her as linda danvers. she's snapped at people throughout the day, blurting out a tired little, "i'm sorry" when they frown or look at her in shock. every little reminder of when her ill temper leaks through the cracks is like a stab to the side. i should be doing better, she thinks to herself, everyone says it's okay, that i'm still only a kid. but i don't want to be just a kid. i turn sixteen in september.

she runs into hal and waits for him to say or do something - anything - that will make that horrid little knot of agitations that's formed in her chest tighten further. but he sees the sting of bitterness to her dark blue eyes, the way she's trying so hard to twitch her lips into a solemn but neutral expression. hal must know and keeps himself at arm's distance; they've both had their fair share of bad days aplenty. he only walks away after giving her a slight nod through the green of the mask he wears, leaving her be.

hal comes back a few minutes later with a small cardboard box of juice and hands it to her. apple juice - her favorite, no pineapple or fruit punch on the label to be found. just plain apple juice. she tears the straw off the back and pushes it through, taking a a sip. the rush of sugar is a balm, even if only a small one. the barest hint of a proper smile stirs upon her visage for the first time in a while today. after a few engrossed sips:

"thanks, dad."

her smile vanishes.

they both stare at each other with the depth of something fathomless - horror, maybe, or some sort of flooding, viscous mess of all sorts of feelings. she remembers for a moment the way her father back on krypton would wordlessly give her comfort on bad days - drape a blanket over her shoulders as she stared out at the openness of dark red sky before departing, ensure she had a small snack even as she sulked alone in her room. and hal...

well, kara remembers he only told her a little bit about his father. but that is enough for her to know.

she takes a deep breath, the smile on her face not quite so genuine this time - moreso some sort of crumpled, uncomfortable mimicry of the real expression. "sorry about that. it just sort of slipped out."

"it's fine. sometimes things like this happen."

"still..." the words coat her mouth, fuzzy under the apple juice she'd been drinking. "thank you for doing that. i've been having kind of a crappy day today, and it helped."

the sting from earlier still persists, hal's face settles into a fixed, solemn look. "no problem," he says. "i'm glad i could help, even just a little."

[the-white-soul]

I'm apologizing because it feels like I can't do enough to him for you. I could kill him- I really want to- but even then I wouldn't be satisfied. I can't reverse what happened and that thought tortures me. He gloated about what he did to you. I couldn't stop daydreaming up more ways to hurt him the whole time John was talking.

I picked apart the bodies of all his backup in front of him, I cut his face, I threatened him with a vivid death, I belittled him, I stabbed him over and over in the pants until he was dysfunctional, I tied him to a raft so he was helpless, I threatened him again to toss him into the sea if he didn't shout sorries and beg to be let go, I nearly drowned him, scraped his face on the rocks and sand under the water, and I slammed him back onto land.

And yet it wasn't enough.

We can kill him still! Just like you said, we have to ruin his reputation first and get everyone to despise him as he deserves. The next time I have a word with him, I’ll prompt and record him talk about what he did. Then we'll play the recording everywhere we can. Especially for the other cops. We don't even have to be seen to do it. Just play it outside of sight like a prank. Then we watch as they break up and start to realize just how disgusting the person is who they consider a leader.

Once all the people who once trusted him throw him away, you can kill Jackby your own “hand.” I'll just watch by the side. *He then smiles gently, a rather mismatched expression for the topic.* The floor will be yours!

(Chara) "Flowey, that sound fucking awesome! Aim for the dick. Why didn't I think of that? Guess that doesn't matter as much as getting him to justice. Honestly, what I'd want more than anything is to see all of his followers turn their backs on him. That's all I've ever wanted. For people to see him as the jackass he is. I actually had a scar from one of his abuses. Right in my privates as well he had to get me to the hospital. If I could ask my past self one thing, I would walk up to them and beg them to tell the nurse what happened. I forget what story I made up but I believe it was about splits. It doesn't matter. I could've found so many outs. I don't want him to die a hero. If he does, I'll turn into more of a maniac than ever before. Consider yourself lucky Flowey. Of course, I wouldn't blame you for killing him. I'd be more mad at myself. I ran away so many times. He made me scared. He could pinch me down there, he could punch me in the face, he could even choke me a bit. All with the power of fear. He uses fear to get what he wants. Fear makes people powerful but the second they can't use fear they'll be destroyed. It happened with France and Russia, and I hope it'll happen with Jack. The bloody tyrant. *Looked at their blade.* Will live long enough to see himself become the villain. Come on Flowey, let's leave before people get suspicious. *They both start to leave the bathroom* One last thing I must say. If you have the power to do all of that, I'm in good hands! *They both walk out."

(Kara) "What have you two been doing? It's already almost time to go back into trial."

(Noelle) "We still have 20 minutes left."

(Kara) "We can never be late with this important of a case."

(Noelle) "What should we do to pass the time?"

(Kara) "IDK, Flowey please help! You know how to get everyone entertained."

(Noelle) "For better or for worse."

(Kara) "Dess, you and I both want this case to succeed. I want you to please get off his back."

(Noelle) "Fine, yeesh. Calm down a bit."

(Kara) "I'm sorry Dess. This is important."

(Noelle) "It's okay. You being on the brink of burnout aside, yeah Flowey probably knows what we can do."

[chaotic-super]

Back To Krypton - Chapter 36

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Her feet aren’t particularly accepting of the rough stone floors as she gets to the ground floor of the building. At that point, she’s forced to put her heels back on because of the pain from the constant jabbing of the sharp edges of the rocks. It means that her sneakiness levels just plummeted but there’s nothing she can do about that, she can’t run if the soles of her feet are bleeding.

She starts off running but has to give up on that pretty fast because the second she’s out of the building, the streets are really quite bustling and it would only serve to draw a lot of unwanted attention to herself.

Now that she is in public though and she’s being immersed back into the culture that’s so far into her past that she barely knows how to absorb it all, she’s very aware of every glance in her direction and it makes her a little self-conscious of her make-up, afraid that it’s obvious that she’s not well-practised the way she should be as a woman of her age.

There’s music playing, a jaunty tune that makes her want to forget what she’s doing and just stop and dance along to it, her body conducting her into moves that her mind has long since forgotten but her soul has not.

Kara keeps her head moving, her eyes darting in every which direction to keep tabs on anyone following her, getting so distracted that she barely stops to think that she needs to look at her notebook for the map of the city so she can figure out which way she needs to go to get to the labs.

With a good glance around her, she spots a shady corner beneath some stairs leading up to the second floor of a building and ducks beneath them so she can open up her notebook with sweaty palms. The adrenaline is making her shake slightly, the fear that her parents are going to come after her and stop her before she can get the blueprints for the team.

Of all the people she’s been expecting to have to go up against, her parents are the last on that list. She’s known for quite a while now that they aren’t the amazing people she was led to believe they were when she was younger, actually learning more and more dark secrets about them as the years have gone by, but this takes the cake, well, not in terms of terrible things they’ve done, but in terms of the thing they have done that has caused her the most pain.

It's a pain that she can genuinely feel in her chest. It’s one she can feel sitting there heavily and with each motivational speech she gives herself to get her moving to complete the mission and leave them behind, she’s chiselling away at the weight but it’s far too large, it helps but barely, a band-aid on a stab wound.

It’s hard for her to decipher the map when her mind is moving so fast and her hands aren’t steady. She had marked very clearly where the lab is before they left on the mission so she knows where she needs to get to but she never marked anything other than the major monuments and buildings directly around it and leading from the part of the forest she assumed they would have been travelling from, nowhere near where she is now.

She knows she’s on the North side of the city. That’s something. She just has to head south-west and she’ll be able to spot some of the buildings she has marked on the map. That shouldn’t be too hard to figure out since Kandor has a special feature in its architecture. The city is built with The Great Temple of Rao in the centre of it and every building faces the temple so that everyone can pray towards it should they so wish to and that means that Kara knows where the centre of the city is. She can get to the temple, which is on her map, and from there she can get to another monument closer to the labs and from there, the labs themselves.

“Come on, Kara. You can do this. Do it for your family.” She hypes herself up, glancing out of the shadows out into the street she was walking through just a minute ago.

She’s about to step back out but stops when a small collection of guards start making their way through the streets, their heads turning left and right as they walk, clearly looking for someone. She can’t help but wonder if they are really after her because she can’t imagine that she’s all that important enough for so many people to be looking for her but when her mother and her father walk out and join the guards, worry and barely subdued anger written across their faces, she knows.

Her back presses against the wall further beneath the stairs. She has to get out of here. The streets are the best place to stay hidden, even with the guards everywhere. The alleys are wide and there’s nowhere to hide. No obstructions are allowed there so it’s just an empty road space for people to walk through, nothing to duck behind and even fewer people to mix in with than the streets.

Her mother hadn’t lied about her looking the part when they were getting ready at the accommodation, there are plenty of people dressed up as nicely as her but they do stand out and her beautiful blue dress might as well be a big neon sign calling for the guards to look at her.

There’s a window on the second floor, she can see it when she peers up the gap between the stairs and the building. She could get into whatever place this is and go out the back way. She would have to find a way to get up there without being spotted though and even then she could be mistaken for a thief and draw more attention to herself.

She could just wait for a group of similarly dressed people to walk by and try to blend in with them. That’s her best choice but it somehow feels like the riskiest of them all. She’s wearing the crest of her house; she can’t hide that. Unless she can.

There’s a store just down the street selling wraps, shawls, overcoats, jackets and robes. She doesn’t have money but she has one thing on her she can trade and pray they won’t hand her over because she’ll be giving them much more than they’ll be giving her, not including their silence. Bingo.

“Ok, Kara. Just act casual.” She waits for a group of well-dressed young individuals to walk in the general vicinity of her, which doesn’t take long because the street she’s on is getting busier by the minute. Bells are ringing out, the universal sign on Krypton that prayer will begin soon at the nearest temple and so everyone is heading there, and if they can’t, they are opening their windows and gathering on balconies, joining the community in their prayers in the best way they can.

She keeps close to these people, standing to the back of the group and keeping her head as level as she can, fighting the urge to duck her head, something that could be spotted and seen as a sign of deception.

The voices of hundreds of people gather into one collective drone she can’t makes sense of, making it impossible to decipher whether or not there are guards surrounding her or whether or not she’s been spotted by anyone.

Finally, she gets to the store, ducking inside as smoothly as she can and breathing out a sigh of relief for having reached her first checkpoint.

She’s celebrating too soon though because guards follow her in and she just barely manages to duck behind a stand holding many long, blue robes, thankfully a similar enough colour that her flowy dress moulds right on in with the display.

Kara peeks between the robes, watching the guards move to the counter and the older gentleman standing behind it, most likely the owner of the store. They question him in low tones, glancing around the store between sentences. A fresh wave of panic washes over her as she hears them give the man a brief description of her, specifically her blue dress and her golden hair.

She isn’t sure whether or not he saw her come in but he doesn’t seem to be giving away her location, just shaking his head to everything he’s being asked.

The guards ask to take a look around and her eyes grow wide, she can’t move from behind this display without walking into the open, she’s trapped and there’s nowhere she can really go unless she makes a break for it but she probably won’t go far.

The man behind the counter shakes his head. “Khuhp skilor zha shed fis ukep.”

He has an accent, one quite distinguished from the usual Kandor or Argo accents, he must have moved here from somewhere else, somewhere that the matrix gives Kryptonians shiny spines. Kara has to mouth the words to figure out what he’s saying. “I see no people here.”

The guards lean a little closer to him, their words so quiet Kara can’t pick them up at all but the man leans in just as far, their heads close together as hushed words are exchanged. It doesn’t last long though because, she supposes, the guards are more inclined to keep looking elsewhere than fight with a ballsy store owner.

Once they leave, she’s hesitant to step out but upon peeking between the robes, she can see him looking right over at her, one bushy eyebrow raised. The jig is up.

She steps out hesitantly. “Thank you.”

“You welcome.” He replies, now frowning because it’s not often anyone speaks English around here, or any kind of Earth language. “I speak Earth not good.” He makes out in broken English.

Kara holds her hands up. “Zhalish khuhp, khuhp ehwor kryptahniuo.” Forgive me, I speak Kryptonese.

He simply smiles at her. “Khuhp ehwor Rth.” I speak Earth.

Kara shakes her head. “Zha, rrup ehwor ehngiuo.” No, you speak English.

He nods slowly. “Thank you. Still learning.”

Kara smiles at him. “Thank you for protecting me.”

His gaze darkens slightly and Kara knows that the help wasn’t free. “You owe.”

“I know. I need to change my clothes, if you can help me with that, I’ll give you this.” She pulls her necklace out from under the neckline of her dress. It’s one that has always meant the world to her, one that has gotten her through a lot of dark times when she had nothing else to remind her of the people of her past.

She unclasps it and holds it up for him to see and he holds his hand out for her to pass it to him. She does. She doesn’t have a whole lot of room for negotiation here. He looks it over closely, his face giving nothing away but Kara knows he’s impressed. That piece of jewellery wasn’t just her mother’s but it was her great grandmother’s originally and as much as she doesn’t want to part with it, it’s all she’s got and Earth is kind of in danger here so she’s got to do what she’s got to do. That and she’s pissed at her mom.

He keeps staring at it, flipping it over in his hands several times before looking up at her and nodding once. “I help. You leave.”

Kara can’t argue with that. “Good. Clothes?”

“Come, come.” He beckons her to follow him through the store and into what appears to be a back storage room. There’s a little stool in there, usually used for reaching rails of clothes high up but he pushes her down to sit on it with gentle yet insistent hands. “Stay. I go get.”

He goes back out into the front of the store and for all Kara knows, he’s going to go and get the guards. He pocketed the necklace before bringing her back here so he has what he wants, he’s got no real ties to her and no reason to uphold his end of the deal other than his word but the word of a stranger doesn’t mean much to Kara and nor should it, that’s how you get killed.

He comes back in just a minute later. That minute was enough to keep her on edge but he does his part, carrying in a bundle of clothes.

“Dress. There.” He points to a little curtained-off area and she takes the clothes, heading right in.

Upon closing the curtain after her and hearing the door to the storeroom close after he leaves, she takes a look at what she’s been given. The clothes aren’t particularly inspiring but she supposes that’s the point. He can probably guess that she doesn’t want to stand out and he probably doesn’t want to just hand over his best clothes when he can sell them later on.

There’s a pair of pants, a soft cream colour that she wouldn’t choose for herself but every other person outside is wearing, and a shirt, loose fitting and a darker grey. There’s a small diamond shape embedded into the breast of it but it’s empty other than a few faint lines. At first glance, it looks like a real family crest but if anyone looks too closely, and she very much doubts they will, they’ll see that it’s not real or just assume that her family isn’t high up enough socially to have a proper family crest and she is merely trying to show herself to be of a higher social standing than she is.

There’s a jacket too. It’s a deep blue that’s dark enough to pass for black when in dimmer areas and Kara falls in love with it the second she sees it. It has a lighter blue trim that is just beautiful and a hood that is going to be very useful when she gets back outside in a minute. She can’t afford to dawdle and lose the crowd for the temple.

She slips them all on and tucks her notebook into the inside pocket of the jacket and folds the dress up to the best of her ability. She might as well give it to the man, maybe he can take the crest off of it and sell it.

She comes out and then peeks her head out of the door, checking the coast is clear. There’s nobody in the store except for the man so she heads right for him and drops the dress on the counter. “Here, maybe you can do something with it.”

He slides the dress closer to himself. “Shoes.” He points at her heels. She very much needs them but if giving up her shoes gets her to the lab, that’s what she needs to do. She takes them off and hands them over, placing them delicately into his waiting hands.

She’s about to turn to the door but he hits her with a stern look. “Wait.”

He marches back off into the store room and is back before the door even has the chance to swing closed behind him, a different pair of shoes in his grip, much more sensible. Plain brown leather and durable. He passes them to her and inside the left shoe, there’s even a pair of socks. Perfect, no blisters today. “Thank you.”

“Rao helps us all to help each other.” He replies back simply.

“Bless Rao and bless us all.” She replies back.

He smiles his approval of her answer.

She makes quick work of the shoes, tying them up tightly. She’s not losing a shoe in this mess, not when she’s just traded away a family heirloom for them.

“Thank you.”

“Thank you.” He retorts and with that, Kara flips her hood up and steps out into the crowds, thinner than they were but still enough to provide her adequate cover. It’s definitely a good idea to up her pace and try to catch up to the bulk of the crowd though.

She follows the flow of the streets, her feet tapping rhythmically against the stone in her new shoes that she’s totally taking back to Earth with her because they are incredible. She almost wishes that she asked the man’s name but that wouldn’t have gone over well, he would probably have turned her out the second she asked that, afraid of being turned in for helping what he must presume to be a fugitive.

That’s not completely the case. The guards are those under the employ of prestigious families. They patrol the streets in combination with Krypton’s peace enforcement teams. It means that while she’s not being labelled as a criminal, there are still a lot of powerful people out there looking for her because her parents said so and if they find her, she’ll probably be taken right to them and won’t get the chance to get the blueprints back to the team before it’s too late.

There’s still music playing, the beat only urging her along. The hood threatens to fall down with the wind but a sold tug to pull it down as far as it will go does the trick to get it to stay in place enough that it won’t fall off on its own.

Kara’s breathing is increasing. The crowds are getting thicker and she’s darting between people now. Her arms are brushing other people’s and she hates it, everyone is far too close to her but she can’t risk moving away. She tucks her hands in the pockets of the jacket and her heart stutters. There’s something in there.

She knows what it is without pulling it out but she does so anyway, clutching it in a tight fist. The necklace.

That gentleman was the best of Krypton. He’s the person she misses, the good, kind, true kind of person she believed her parents to be. They aren’t good but there’s still good here. She wishes she could do something to protect Krypton from the fate it’s sealed in but she can’t. For Earth, she can’t even try, even if it does make her want to curl up into a ball and cry until she can’t anymore.

She can deal with that when she’s not actively in the thick of the mission. Now is not the time for another mental break. She’s had enough of those and this would be the most inconvenient place for it to happen.

With the brutal speed-walking pace she’s set, it doesn’t take her all that long to get to the temple. That or she’s just so caught up in her own head that she can’t tell but since nobody around her looks too annoyed at the time it’s taking to walk across the city, she’s certain that it’s not been that long.

The temple is just as grand as she remembers it being and no less impressive than she was expecting. She is faced with a challenge she hadn’t thought about before though. With everyone piling into the temple, she would make obvious waves by walking in the opposite direction while everyone is entering and getting ready to pray. In theory, she could find an alley or a smaller path out of the way of the temple but she can’t risk being questioned and all strange behaviour will be spotted by the guards, which are in sight again now, although their thorough searching has turned into more of a lazy meander through the crowd with the occasional head-turn.

There’s a clock outside of the temple counting down to prayer time. She hasn’t prayed properly since she was a child, not since when she first arrived on Earth and attempted to pray to Rao whilst under Sol. Nothing had ever felt so wrong and that was her last attempt at strict prayer, the way she was raised to do it.

There are only a few more minutes until prayer starts. Once it starts, she can just sit through it and use the crowds once more to cover herself as everyone heads back home or to work.

Kara takes a deep breath and she strolls into the temple and a sense of pure serenity overtakes her. All she can do is wait and while she’s waiting, she can pray and find peace she hasn’t felt in a long time. She can scarcely remember how to do it properly but with a little practice, she’ll be up and running again in no time.

She finds a spot. There are circular cushions laid out on the floor across the entire temple but there are no worries about running out of space. The place is so large, Kara’s certain it could house everyone in Kandor and Argo should it be the last temple standing between the two cities.

Crossing her legs as she sits, Kara ducks her head and closes her eyes, resting until a bell rings to mark the official start of the prayer. Candles are distributed along the rows of people, a basket passed from person to person and each person takes one and lights it with a special lighter, also from the basket.

Kara takes a couple of attempts at using the lighter, her nerves still present despite her newfound calmness. The person beside her pays no mind though, patiently waiting for their turn and minding their own business.

With the candles lit, the temple falls into silence and then everyone begins to pray. The initial prayer is simple, it’s whatever that individual person needs. It’s a prayer in which Kara can ask for whatever it is she needs and in this case, she asks for mental fortitude and the blessings of her god to give her the ability to save Earth. There’s a kind of disgust that bubbles deep in her gut for wishing for the ability to save Earth rather than Krypton when she’s in a Kryptonian temple, praying to a Kryptonian god. Her god. The god she abandoned long ago when the world felt too different.

The second part of the prayer is a group prayer led by a priest who reads out the scripture of Rao. Kara’s attention never strays from the words spoken until the prayer is dismissed and actually finds herself disappointed when it’s over but the feeling of safety and accomplishment she leaves the temple with makes everything worth it, the entire mission, the pain of facing her Kryptonian demons head on. All of it.

She steps to the side of the main entrance so she can pull out her notebook and find her way, spotting her path very quickly and making it look easy the way she figures out where she’s going next.

With the crowd surrounding her, she feels safe where she only felt suffocated before and she pays them no mind, just walking with her purpose in mind.

-

Kara stops up the street from the lab. She’s got to be careful now. There’s every chance that there are guards everywhere inside, along with her parents too, so she’s got to get inside without anyone noticing. That’s easier said than done.

Just because it’s difficult doesn’t mean there aren’t options though. She’s got the Alex option which is by using stealth. She’s got the Lena option which is using smarts and she’s got the Supergirl option which is what she would say is using both stealth and smarts but everyone else would just call winging it and punching a couple of people.

She’s going to decide which option she’s going with when she gets closer to the labs.

The building isn’t discreet in the slightest. It’s a massive silver structure with a gigantic sign out front detailing exactly what it is. Kandor’s Science Guild Laboratories. Helpful.

Alright, they are probably expecting her to try to sneak in through the back door so she should just walk through the front and see what happens. If push comes to shove, she’s got to play along with her parents until she can get what she wants.

Kara makes a point of pushing away any tension in her body and lowering her shoulders. Time to be brave. Time to be like Lena. Lena could do this so how hard can it be?

She strolls right in the front door and is greeted by a guard wishing her a good afternoon. She can roll with that. She raises a hand in a wave and greets him back cheerfully, smiling at him happily. He doesn’t bat an eyelid. Score.

This is a building she remembers and she knows exactly how to get to her father’s lab here. It’s right across the other side of the building. She’s not going all the way across to the other side of the building the usual way though. She got by one guard, that’s luck. She’s going for the Alex approach. She would be so proud.

She ducks into the bathrooms, grateful for the floor-to-ceiling separate stalls for the toilets that are apparently illegal in the US because clearly, someone likes perving too much. She walks along the space, seeing that all of them are empty and choosing the one in just the right place.

Not too fast though. She’s taking a real bathroom break.

Real bathroom break complete and hands washed, she goes back into her chosen stall and relocks the door before climbing atop the toilet and pressing her hands against the ceiling tiles. They are much sturdier than any she’s seen on Earth. She purposefully chose this one because it’s hinged, the perfect placement for a serviceman to enter the ceiling to check on the wires or the pipes or whatever else it is they need to check. Kara’s not checking anything now, she’s just taking a detour through the building.

She heaves herself up and closes the hatch after herself. It’s a good job she traded the dress for pants, if she had someone with her, they would have just gotten an eyeful. She wouldn’t have minded if it were Lena with her. Anyone else and it would have been weird though.

Kara smiles, starting on her way. She has to duck because the space isn’t very large but she doesn’t mind, she’s totally going to prove that she can be at being a secret agent and spy as Alex is.

“Ok, Kara. Sneaky mode activated.” She whispers.

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[companionwolf]

BTHB cradling someone in their arms

Bad Things Happen Bingo Fill #1

Fandom: technically the Delta Green TTRPG; it's a scene from my DG-esque solo game Operation Summer Afternoon which has run away from the DG canon as fast & far as possible. 😔

Prompt: cradling someone in their arms

TWs/CWs: gore(?), a reanimated corpse, violence, the death of a parent

Context for this piece -- the brainless bloodless corpse of Davis Archer, one of the numerous missing people of the town who managed to be found, has reanimated and attacked Jasper and Elias Lake, who operate the morgue.

The corpse, the corpse that should not be moving, what was Davis Archer, what was your friend-- it looms over the body of your father, whose windpipe it has just crushed with one flex of a hand.

You huddle in a corner of the freezing room, wheezing as you press at your shoulder; when it attacked, the corpse threw you against the autopsy table, and you heard a audible cracking. You aren't sure if it's broken but it hurts.

A large gash runs from your father's shoulder across his chest to the other side, you can see through the torn fabric and flesh the glistening forms of internal organs which bulge outward just over the edges of the wound. There's blood coating the floor of cold storage, his clothes, his skin. The scent of it makes you feel queasy.

Your knuckles are turning white from gripping the handle of the scapel you have still; brandishing it like a weapon, you yell at Archer -- no, at the corpse. It's not your friend anymore.

The corpse looks over at you, cocks its head, and then smiles at you. It's not a kind gesture-- it's more of how animals pull back their lips and snarl. You press further back into the cold walls of the corner, scapel up like it'll protect you at all.

Distantly, you hear thundering footsteps in the front of the morgue.

The weird FBI agents are back, thank God. From what you can tell, they're making their way toward the back now, through the autopsy room.

The corpse turns toward the noise, soundlessly exits, and leaves you alone. You look at the body of your father.

The world blurs--

A gunshot in the room snaps you back to reality. You're cradling your father's body in your arms, frantically trying to press the organs falling out of his stomach back in, despite vaugely understanding that won't do anything for him.

The corpse is on the cremation chamber, and just inside the threshold stand two of the FBI agents-- Kara and Koda, if you remember right.

(You're not sure. Nothing makes sense now to you, the world is wrong and broken, because corpses are walking and your father is dead.)

Koda, who fired at the corpse as he came in, missed; the corpse has its eyes on you, and before you can move, react, understand, it leaps--

Somehow, you manage to respond, dropping your father and fending the corpse off just enough to put some space between it and you as it tries to bite. You shove the sharp end of the scapel into one of its eyes. There is no blood, no resistance, it just goes right clean through.

You pull the scapel back out, Kara trying to help by stabbing it in the back with a improvised weapon of another sharp from autopsy one, missing barely. Meanwhile, Koda is reloading.

The corpse tries to bite again; you strain to get out of the way, managing just so that it gets a mouthful of wall instead of your face, before going to drive the scapel into its other eye.

Koda shoots again, from a angle at the side, where the shot goes through the corpse's head. Of course there isn't a spray of blood bone and brain, you knew that when you preformed the autopsy, but the lack registers still as its head explodes, the body collapsing on top of you.

"Christ," says Koda.

The agents are panting; you stare at them, feeling your eyes are as wide as possible. Kara comes over to you, your father's body, and the corpse, hauls the latter off of you and drags it over to the cremation chamber.

The other agent, Koda, crouches next to you. "Hey, you okay?" You stare blankly at him.

The world twists--

Someone's touching your shoulder.

You hiss, turn your head to look. Kara is kneeled beside you, gingerly inspecting the wound. She's got a professional first aid kit open, and with difficulty you wonder where she got it from.

Koda's still talking to you, but you can't hear-- all you've got is your heartbeat racing and blood rushing and the ringing scream of your father in your ears from when Archer ripped him open.

Kara's finished her patching up, frowns at you. You think she's explaining about it being broken. Funny, you can't feel it much at all anymore.

She mentions the hospital, you shake your head. She purses her lips, tells Koda to do something; he heads out of the cold storage into the back halls toward the back exit of the building.

"Jasper," says Kara.

You're looking at your father again. What was him. Kara's voice, faintly, again: "Jasper, I need you to help me operate this, please. We need to get rid of the corpses."

She's holding the body of Davis Archer, who was your friend and wasn't whatever was in that corpse.

Somehow, you stand, numbly allowing your father's body to slump to the blood streaked floor. Somehow, with a free hand (the other still death grips the scapel), you walk Kara through the mechanisms, as if it's just a regular day.

One body burns.

Kara's looking at you now, then at your father. The pair of you wordlessly gather him up and lug him over to a cold storage unit, and once he's in, you gently close his eyes. It's the least you can do for him, now. Fresh tears warp your vision.

"Can you lock this place up?" says Kara.

You nod. Together you and the agent go to the front reception area, where you go through the motions of closing up, and then back through to the secondary exit, locking that door as well. Outside, Koda is waiting in a car you recognize as the same one the team arrived in earlier.

(Was that really earlier? Your head spins.)

Kara herds you into the backseat. You're aware of them talking as the car pulls away from the morgue, something about where to go now-- should we get the others? You speak up: they could go to your house. It's less a suggestion made of reason than it is a plea, of wanting to go home and...

Your father is dead. Your mother is long gone. What on Earth do you do now? You can't run the morgue by yourself.

Everything breaks.

[unitcd]

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Someone was out to get her, they were out for blood and that's exactly what they had managed to get. Exploiting the one true weakness that Kara had, someone had poisoned the Danvers water supply with kryptonite. There had been whispers that there was something strange about that girl from the day she'd moved in with the Danvers, but they had only been rumors until someone had overheard and figured out - - - she's a stranger on this planet, not only to this city.

Laying there in her room, Kara had collapsed. She'd ingested the water and not only did her veins feel like sandpaper rubbing together, her head felt like it was going to burst at any second. She was down, she'd never felt like this before. She'd never be ill before and she's pretty sure that this isn't just some Earth illness like Eliza or Alex had described to her over the years. This was different. This was terrifying and painful, Rao was it painful. As she laid there on the floor, she closed her eyes and prayed that someone would come and find her, she couldn't get to her phone to call Eliza who was at work. Kara was at the mercy of time and of someone finding her. The someone she prayed for wasn't the someone she wanted. They were dressed in all black with a mask covering their face and when they appeared next to her, they stabbed a syringe into her neck and took a couple of samples of blood. The only reason they were able to do so was because she was so weak that she was basically human at the moment and unable to even defend herself. "Who are you?" She blinked up at them, but they were silent and disappeared just as quickly as they had come, leaving her to bleed.

She didn't know whether it was minutes or hours that had gone by when she heard someone at the door. Trying to call out, she felt her throat croak, as dry as it was. "Help. . ." She knew that they couldn't hear her, but she really hoped that it was someone that could get into the house and HELP her.

[sokkatheboomerangbender]

Here's the first part of chapter 1! Let me know if you like it!

Somewhere in the distance, a clock struck twelve. It was distracting. Distracting enough that the swing of her blade missed its target, and she only grazed the monster’s throat instead of plunging her dagger straight into it.

And then someone else swooped in, stabbing the monster with her sword, killing the nuisance.

“Damn it, that was my kill!” Kara hissed, glaring at Riza. 

“Well, you missed, so now it’s mine,” she grinned.

As the creature slowly started to disappear, leaving only its horns behind as a trophy, Kara let Riza grab them and shove them in her bag. Technically, it was her kill, so the spoils of the fight went to her.

And so did the money.

The kingdom of Arella was overrun by monsters. No one was sure how it had happened, only that a few decades ago, suddenly monsters had started appearing everywhere- destroying property, hurting people, even ending lives. Lots and lots of lives.

And so the League of Bounty Hunters was born. 

The monsters were hideous things- and clearly made of some sort of magic. They were a variety of shapes and sizes, but they all had two things in common- their eyes were pure black, and their claws and teeth were perfect for tearing. They often resembled animals, but they were wrong, shambling creatures with a desire for destruction.

And that was where Kara, Riza, and all of the other bounty hunters came in. Killing the monsters, keeping the people safe- it was how they made their way in the world. 

It wasn’t that Kara and Riza worked together, so much as they were always running into each other. Bounty hunting was a dangerous task, and sometimes it was better not to work alone. 

Kara sighed. She had hardly gotten any trophies for the day. Her bag was looking sad and empty. Riza’s was, too. 

“Okay, new plan. You go to the left, I go to the right, and we work alone for the rest of the day. I’m trying to actually get paid, here.” 

Riza frowned. “Fine, fine. You’re right.”

Then they parted ways. Kara was glad for it- with the two of them, they only collected half of the trophies. And sure, it was more dangerous alone, but wasn’t that part of the fun?

She kept walking down the path, heading away from the village. There were usually more monsters the farther out you went from settlements. Except after dark- after dark, all bets were off, and that was when Kara made most of her money. Although, she had to be careful. In the villages, it was forbidden to go outside after dark, even for bounty hunters. It was ruled to be too dangerous, and for good reason. 

Which was why she was out now, in the middle of a bright and sunny day, searching for monsters in the woods. 

Kara grumbled as she walked, not coming across much of anything. She tried yelling, and waving her arms, anything to lure the monsters to her. Nothing worked.

Aimlessly she wandered, until she gave up and headed back to the village, her few trophies in hand. She would just have to go out again tonight, that was all. She might need to see if she could loop Riza into going out with her, or else she would really need to watch her back. And her front. And her sides. 

Kara was heading back to the League’s headquarters when it happened. A noble’s carriage passed by on the road, and she immediately darted to the side. This wasn’t particularly unusual, it happened all of the time. But the window was open, the curtains pushed to the side. And when she looked up, her eyes landed on the most beautiful girl she had ever seen in her life.

In an instant, she was gone, but Kara couldn’t escape the feeling that the breath had just been taken from her lungs.

Well, it’s not like she would ever see the girl again, anyway. She had more important things to worry about, and bounties to collect. 

She trudged her way to the League’s headquarters, a strange feeling in her chest. She wanted to see that girl again, just to lay eyes on her for another moment. But she had to be realistic- it simply wasn’t going to happen. 

Once she got to headquarters, she turned in her meager winnings. Almost nothing. It had been a sad morning of bounty hunting. 

Aimlessly, she meandered back to her lodgings. They weren’t much, but they were enough. And being a bounty hunter wasn’t always the most steady of work, so she had to take what she could get. 

She polished her dagger, milled around her apartment, and then she left, just wandering the village aimlessly, waiting for it to turn dark. Then the real fun would begin.

I'm going to write a book about lesbians trapped in a time loop

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Supergirl is stabbed with Kryptonite and Lena is the first one there. She immediately begins to try healing Kara with her magic, but soon realizes that the injury/poison cannot simply be drawn out and extinguished-- not without major magical consequences. It all has to go somewhere.

So Lena draws it out of Kara and into herself. Kara sits up just as Lena slumps in agony, moaning low in her throat as the pain hits. The others come rushing in to Kara tearfully berating Lena, even as she cradles her friend tightly against her chest.

They set Lena up in the tower infirmary. They're not exactly sure how to help her-- despite the fact that the injury is kryptonite based, it is inherently magical in nature. There's no open wound, just spreading threads of green that crawl outwards from where the injury would be.

All they can really do is hook Lena up to some painkillers and get her on a dialysis machine to try and filter the kryptonite from her system. In the few times Lena wakes, Kara (who refuses to leave) scolds her for doing what she did.

Lena comes back with the argument that kryptonian biology has innate vulnerabilities to kryptonite that humans lack, which means Lena has a fighting chance whereas Kara did not. But most of the time Lena sleeps restlessly in relentless pain.

All the others can do is sit and wait.

[aftongiulien]

A dark stormy night with a Bright Moon

Characters: Ralph wr600

Genre: angst,dark,fluff comfort

Trigger WARING; MENTION OF MOLESTIE, STRONG LANGUAGE,

you were alone,in the night,it was pouring,the rain wouldn't stop or cheer up, 

You had run away from the home of your parents, After everything they did,you found yourself in front of an abandoned house,Kara and Alice ,they had told you to go there and that they would be there for a while waiting to find a place to go,poor thing they didn't deserve what Todd did to them.

You passed under the net, finding yourself facing the abandoned house,.

there was a man, he looked like a homeless man, maybe he was the landlord, however after asking,you were pinned down by the arms, there you realized that Kara had said that the landlord was an Android not a human.The man gave an evil smile and began to try to kiss you, the more you wiggled the more he tried and the stronger his grip became, after a while you had given up, the only thing you could do was scream. Hoping someone would hear you,

There came Ralph, he was frightened and armed, in a rage, of what he saw he stabbed the man leaving him to die on the ground.

Panicked you began to back away, praying that Ralph won't hurt you" r-ralph ,he didn't mean to scare you,n-no Ralph didn't mean to, Ralph w-wants to protect you" the android seemed to be extremely damaged, he seemed to be almost traumatized,you could clearly see the terror and resentment in his eyes" r-ralph hates visitors,look what they did to Ralph but... Ralph wants to help you,Kara and the little girl told Ralph you would come,so please followou r-ralph ok?"

At first the terror froze you,seeing the android who not even a minute ago killed a man in front of you,now being so afraid and maybe resentful froze you until you noticed his state,he was severely damaged,one of his eyes was completely damaged,it was full of Thirium he was probably gone blind from that eye.

One side of his face painfully scarred, his hands covered with blood and thirium, you got up and without saying anything you followed him, in the house it was dark and quite cold, the android had prepared a bed in front of the fireplace and was lighting a fire " Ralph wants the human to feel at home,f-for this Ralph has prepared a bed and a fire for her , can Ralph know the name of the human?" "Y/n, the name is y/n , thank you r-ralph" "Ralph would like to stay but he has to do things,y-yes Ralph has to do things, Ralph wishes y/n a good night" he gentily stroking your hair as he left,

Later in the dead of night the memories of those sleepless nights,of those cries and insults came back to your memory,you felt your body tremble,your breathing became heavier and your eyes soon filled with tears

Within minutes you found yourself lying in the bed lovingly prepared by Ralph crying with your face in the pillow so that you would not be heard.

But Ralph, who was returning from a little hunting trip of his own saw you and approaching you spoke "y/n a-are you all right? I-I'm worried about you" for the first time Ralph did not speak in the third person but still the only thing he got was "please Ralph.... Leave me alone ...I don't deserve you" the android got down on his knees next to your bed to take your face and kiss your forehead" n-no, Ralph loves y/n ,and he won't leave her alone, Ralph knows she's hurting. and he wants to help y/n, I'm here for you" in a few seconds those words made your heart melt and burst into tears in his shoulder,after a long hour, I was in the bed ,in Ralph's arms with him cradling you and holding you close, after a few minutes before you fell asleep you reached out your arm, gently caressing his face looking into his eyes," nhh, Ralph..I think I love you.., you are so sweet and caring,.mhh and you are beautiful"

Ralph planted a kiss on your forehead before covering you with his cloak and tucking you in " Ralph thinks that as much as this night Is stormy, you'll always be my Bright Moon Ralph's dear no matter, ,"and standing there,laying his head on the pillow as he cuddled you,ready to help and comfort you anytime.

Bonus=

the next morning Kara and alice cane to check on you and Ralph , Just to find the adorable view, Ralph was very Happy to tell news to kara and alice, Kara probably spent more than ad hour laughting at how Red you were,

[dino-fart]

The Shadow Witch | Chapter 1: Curiosity Kills

Summary + Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Pairing: Namor x Faye Nyx (Original Female Character)

Genre: Action, Adventure, Romance

Summary: Namora is always careful, always, however, one day she gets caught by knights. They plan to take her to their king, King Edwin Stark, as a prisoner. The stories of a king underwater spread throughout the land and the king wants to draw him out. Unfortunately his plan fails when a exiled and vengeful witch rescues Namora. 

Namora was making her way toward the path that would lead her to the water tunnels to Talokan. She had finished patrolling the seas and grew tired. She knew her cousin would want a report as well. The great king of Talokan was always worried about his kingdom being found out. Namora was worried as well but for once this trip was...Almost peaceful. 

Namora’s ears picked up a sound and she looked up at the surface of the water. “Help! Somebody help please!!” A voice screamed. Namora knew she should just keep going, yet the tone of the person’s screams concerned her. She swam around a large rock and surfaced behind it to stay hidden. She was able to get a better picture of what was happening on the shore. 

A woman in a white torn dress and blonde hair was screaming for help. She fell to her knees and cried, cradling herself. Namora didn’t see anyone and went back in the water to swim to the shore. She surfaced the water, only revealing her head. “Ba'axten ka wok'ol? (Why are you crying?)” 

The blonde woman gasped when she saw Namora. “W-Who are you? Can you help me?” 

“Wáaj máax a persigue, Ba'axten k'abéet a áantaj? (Who is chasing you, why do you need help?)” 

“I’m sorry I don’t know what you’re saying...Are you from the sea?” 

Namora rolled her eyes, “Je'el obviamente. (Yes, obviously).” 

The blonde woman stood up and stepped back from the shore. Namora felt a chill up her spine and narrowed her eyes at her. “HERE! SHE’S HERE!” The woman screamed and ran back from Namora and several knights ran out of the bushes and toward the ocean. Namora tried to swim back but one of the knights was quick enough to fire an arrow into her shoulder. Two others ran into the water and grabbed Namora. 

The warrior struggled and fought back, she was able to push one away from her. Two more knights came and threw a net of Namora and the archer fired another arrow that landed in the Talokan’s leg. Namora screamed in pain and the four knights dragged the net onto the sand while she tried to get out. The blonde woman ran over to the water and grabbed Namora’s weapon. 

“King Stark will be pleased.” One of the knights said. 

“Good work, Kara.” The other knight said to the blonde woman. 

“A pleasure, sirs!” Kara smirked and walked over to Namora who was glaring at her. “You are quite a fierce warrior...Let’s see if your king will come to get you.” 

Namora’s eyes grew wide, of course, the plan was to capture Namor. She knew he would do exactly as the woman said and this caused her to struggle out of the net. 

Kara raised the spear and stabbed Namora’s hand, “Stop struggling!” 

Namora grunted in pain and felt her strength leaving her. 

“Get the carriage, now!” Kara ordered the men. 

Namora felt her vision begin to blur and the last thing she saw was the shore.

 “What is taking so long?” One of the knights let go of the knight and walked into the forest path to find the carriage. One by one the knights went after the other to investigate and all that was left was Kara, Namora, and a knight. 

“I don’t like this...What if the king is already here?” The knight said. 

“Impossible, we would’ve seen him come from the ocean.” Kara scoffed. 

“The king is the least of your worries.” A grim voice echoed through their surroundings. 

“N-No...It can’t be...” Kara began to tremble. 

“Why are you here, witch?! This doesn’t concern you!” The knight unsheathed his sword. 

“Oh, but everything around my home does.” The voice replied. 

“You’re responsible for the other knights not returning, aren’t you?” The knight said. 

“You killed them!” Kara screamed. 

“In the end, we all die. I’m simply speeding up the process.” The voice was now behind the two. 

Kara and the knight turned around to see a woman in a black dress with a demonic face. The two screamed and dark thorns shot from the woman’s cloak into their chests. The two collapsed onto the ground, lifeless. The woman’s demonic face disappeared into her normal features. Her green eyes looked down at Namora who was passed out. 

“What do we have here?” She tilted her head. 

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33. “Hi! Yes...umm...I’ve been a little bit stabbed.”

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Okay, Kara can admit it now, even if it’s just to herself, she might have a tiny, like miniscule, crush on her best friend. Nothing major, just, you know, she’s head over heels in love with her and would do absolutely anything for Lena, just little feelings like that.

Which is why when her phone rings and Lena’s face lights up the screen, her heart skips in her chest and she feels suddenly warm.

She can’t help but smile as she answers the phone.

(She’s glad Alex isn’t around to tease her about it).

“Hey, Lena.” A pause. “Lena?” Kara frowns, instantly on alert when Lena doesn’t immediately talk.

“Hi! Yes...umm...I’ve been a little bit stabbed.”

Kara’s already out the window. “What! Where are you? Are you okay?”

By the time Lena has answered, Kara has already found her heartbeat across the city and is heading towards her. “I’m in the hospital, I’m okay, they fixed me up and gave me some drugs but I want to see you.”

Some of the panic eases in Kara’s chest as she lands outside the hospital. She almost flies straight to the floor Lena is on but doesn’t want to draw too much attention to herself or Lena. “Why didn’t you call me?”

“It’s only a little stab, knew you were busy, I saw the news.”

Kara can hear it now, the effect of the drugs Lena is on, the slight accent to her words and how she’s not forming full sentences. She’d think it’s cute if not for the worry still strong in her chest.

“You know, any time, for any reason, all you have to do is call and I’ll be there.”

Kara can hear the smile in Lena’s voice. “I know.”

Kara briefly pauses her conversation to ask a nurse for directions and then she finds Lena, lying in a hospital bed, looking tiny, swamped in the white sheets. It’s not a good sign that she can’t immediately see where Lena is hurt, that it’s covered by the blankets.

“Lena,” Kara breathes, too quiet for the woman herself to hear, more of the panic abating in her chest at seeing Lena’s okay with her own two eyes. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine but they won’t let me leave.”

“I think that should be up to the doctors and not you.”

“I’m a doctor,” Lena points out.

“A medical doctor.”

“Details,” Lena shrugs, followed by a wince at the movement.

“Try not to move too much,” Kara says, hand on Lena’s arm to still her. Or that’s Kara’s reasoning anyway, she keeps it there because Lena’s warm and it’s nice to have physical reassurance that she’s okay.

“Thank you for coming,” Lena smiles, eyes beginning to droop.

“Always. Now, why don’t you get some sleep.”

“Will you be here when I wake up?” Lena asks, eyes wide and a little scared. Kara’s not sure if it’s because of what happened, which Kara assumes was yet another assassination attempt, or because she doesn’t want to be alone.

“Of course, I’m not going anywhere.”

“You promise.”

“I promise.”

[searidings]

....🥺 can you please tell us more about that season 5 alternate ending where andrea ends up using the dagger pretty please, just like who does she end up hurting and the others reaction? if only you want to of course !

hooookay this ask got me to open that wip for the first time in a year and actually it's not that far from being complete! but idk how to finish it and i feel like i've done the s5 conflict resolution thing in multiple fics now like how many is too many? i fear i may have hit that limit. BUT since you asked, here is the beginning of it. please note:

1) this thing is angsty and also it's unfinished, so read at your own peril

2) because i wasn't ever expecting to finish/publish it, i've recycled bits of description from it into other fics. so if you see stuff i've repeated elsewhere no you don't <3

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The last thing Lena sees is a flash like dark shadow pass over Andrea’s eyes, before a kryptonite dagger slides between her ribs.

The sound she emits is less of a scream and more of a surprised squeak as she sinks to the ground.

If you want to get to Supergirl, you’re gonna have to go through me.

It’s not that she hadn’t believed Andrea would do it. Lena was under no illusion of safety when she placed herself between Supergirl and the glowing green rock in Andrea’s hand. She’d come to terms with the possibility of dying for Kara long ago.

What she hadn’t been able to prepare for was the pain. The abstract of sacrifice was all well and good, but. Reality, this searing epicentre, a point of white hot agony turned molten, seeping through her body. No amount of her mother’s decorum training had prepared her for this.

Something is filling her mouth, thick and dark and oozing. She can’t scream. Kara sits, eyes silver, a world away. Kara. Lena has to move. She can’t. Andrea steps over her, and is that the pounding of receding footsteps or the dogged beat of Lena’s heart? Either way, it’s slowing. Every inhale cracks her body down the centre, each exhale buries shards of glass inside the gaping wound.

Her eyes are beginning to mist at the edges but she strains, listens. The sound that cuts through the haze is not the scream she dreads, Kara’s agony as her veins sear emerald. It’s not a scream, but a shout, and then a blur passes over her like light and shadow.

Concrete cracks, or perhaps it’s Lena’s ribs. Sounds are muffled now, the world dulled down like the inside of a snow globe. Underwater, time passes sluggishly to where she lies, drifting, encased in glass. But someone is fighting the current, resisting the pull. Hands grasp her shoulders, burning where they touch. Through the rolling fog comes Kara’s face, blurring out in red and blue and gold and sickly green. Lena wants to push her away, keep her separate from the venomous substance protruding from her chest, keep her untainted. But Kara’s hands are dancing there-away along her cheeks, her jaw, Lena’s own name sounding from her lips over and over, a siren song, calling her home. It’s raining now, wet spots peppering her brow, or maybe the sun is crying.

“Lena, Lena,” Kara is saying. It sounds like her heartbeat and she cannot bear for it to stop.

“Kara,” she manages, a whisper, a prayer.

Her face flashes within Lena’s line of sight for one perfect moment, and is she green-tinged or is it Lena’s failing vision? A shiver passes through the air between them, I’m sorry fluttering like a bloodstained white flag but whether it falls from her own lips or another’s, Lena cannot say. Then a sudden pressure at her ribs, a heavy push and release that feels like salvation and damnation all at once.

Lena hears a scream, two screams, billions. She is left gaping, open and exposed. Invaded by the air and exalted by the sticky-sweet blush of her own blood, her body purging itself. Through the slick of gathering crimson her head rolls to the side, darkness pressing in around her, eyes blazing with the final image of a limp hand on the ground beside her, veins shot through with glowing green.

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For a long time, there is only darkness. The deepest blackness she has ever known, all-encompassing. Devouring light, thought, feeling. Lena floats, tethered to her own existence only by the pressing weight of the dark, closing in until the end of the world.

Slowly, sensations begin to blur in and out. Cold, a deadening flow, hooking into her very marrow and stripping her from the inside out. She drifts, and then there’s heat, scorching, radiating out from her ribs in scalding waves, and she wishes for numbness.

For a moment, Lena thinks she sees the star-burst of veins behind her eyelids, but then they are gone and all is black again. Sound fragments filter through her peripheral awareness. A great noise, banging and shouting and exploding. She slips back under.

Vibrations reach her, but they must be sounds because Lena no longer has a body with which to feel them. She floats, untethered, sinking beneath the surface of a dark ocean so vast it surely cannot know she’s there. In the deep, voices flicker.

“Haven’t you heard that you’re supposed to leave the knife in? She’s minutes from bleeding out.”

The blackness turns to blood around her, not vibrant red but sticky dark, the kind so loaded with the very force of someone’s life that it moves slowly, crawls under the weight of it, sucking light from all it touches.

“Her veins were green, Alex.”

An eternity passes.

She dreams of her mother, dark hair fanning behind her as she cuts through the still waters of the lake. The scene is calm, but the growing dread means Lena knows what’s coming and suddenly it’s not her mother but Kara before her, and the lake isn’t clear but radioactive, glowing green, and still Lena stands at the shore and watches her slip away, helpless.

Words float through the haze and Lena wishes she could reach out, grasp them, weigh them in her hands to know the truth behind them. Radiation and poisoned and flared and gone, the sounds making physical shapes in the darkness. She thinks of a child, two dark-haired children, of hours spent pouring over a dictionary. A cruel laugh when she got a definition wrong, grudging silence when she got it right. How she wishes now to be wrong, to mishear, a stay of judgment on the world these words conjure into being. But the focus is gone, and she slips away again.

“—whatever you have to do! Or so help me, I’ll—”

Though Lena is nothing now, just an exhale in the wind, she smiles. Warmth blooms, the blackness not crushing but caressing for a moment, and she drifts into memories of happier times.

A million years pass, a billion. Lena is upside down, and right way up, and no way up at all. If she still had a face, she might feel the pressure of a warm forehead against her own. If she still had hair, the imprint of lips pressed gently against it might still ache. If she hadn’t burned every meaningful bridge in her life in the year before her death, she might believe the trick of a whisper wrapping on the breeze, words of comfort, of promise.

But she had, so she doesn’t, and time collapses in on itself as Lena watches, motionless and alone.

-

Though she has always been nowhere, she can feel herself drifting further and further from the last thing that might just resemble a somewhere. The eons slow. If she were a doctor, Lena thinks, then this would be the time to make herself comfortable. To say her goodbyes.

She cannot look at blackness any longer, cannot bear the glowing green after-image that seems to stick to every corner and edge. She thinks of blue, of rain-washed skies and Kara’s eyes, conjures it into being with every fibre she has left. Wraps herself up in it, plunges headfirst, drowns.

“Like it matters!” Kara says, no, shouts, from somewhere far above and below her. Lena would flinch, if only she still had a body. The voice rings out through the void. “Like any of it matters now.”

Lena is privately inclined to agree. She tries to breathe, but the full weight of the universe, of every universe, presses in. As everything, even the blackness, dulls, there emerges a crushing, cracking suffocation, and Lena wonders why she can’t even die in peace. A high-pitched scream, maybe hers, maybe Kara’s, maybe her mother’s, maybe the world’s, stretching out before her like a pathway. Though there’s no doubt where it ends, Lena almost wants to follow it, if only to escape this sensation of being crumbled, submerged, denied life as its very essence is wrung from her being.

And then a hundred trillion bolts of lightning shoot through her at once, and Lena is gone.

-

When she wakes, she wakes secure in the knowledge that she must be alive. Sure that the pain that had burst through her, blighted every nerve with an agony so intense she feels its phantom grip even now, could only lead back to life. Sure that no departure could hurt that much.

When she wakes, it is through cracked, dry eyes to the sight of pipes and ceiling vents, the bland, industrial grey that can only denote underfunded government property.

When she wakes, Kara is standing at the foot of her bed, hands behind her back and looking every inch the righteous hero, and Lena’s unsteady heart sinks. She’s been on the receiving end of this authoritative pose more than enough for one lifetime. At least her hands aren’t on her hips.

But Kara’s eyes brighten as they meet Lena’s fluttering gaze. “Lena.” Quiet, reverential. “How are you feeling?”

Lena takes stock. Alive, to begin with. Every limb still intact. Aside from an unnerving constriction in her chest and the fact that her blood feels a little like it’s burning her cells as it courses through her veins, it could certainly be worse.

When she speaks her voice is hoarse, cracking. “What happened?”

The same darkness creeps into the edges of her vision as she listens to Kara list the extent of the damage. She presses her lips together, willing away the blackness, registering only snippets.

Stab wound. Kryptonite poisoning. Collapsed lung. Cardiac arrest. Resuscitation.

Leviathan, gone. Andrea, captured. Lex, escaped.

The words wash over her like a freezing tide, and Lena wonders if maybe the darkness had been easier after all.

It takes far longer than it should for her to realise that the room has fallen silent. Kara is watching her, concern etched into her features like tears carving through stone.

Lena swallows as best she can. “And you?”

A corner of Kara’s mouth quirks up. “I’m fine. Thanks to you.”

But she doesn’t look fine. She looks exhausted, her face drawn, blue eyes lacking their characteristic shine. Even her hero’s stance can’t mask the fatigue weighing heavy on her shoulders.

But Lena doesn’t have the strength to argue the point. She rolls her head to the side, joints popping and releasing, noticing for the first time the tangle of IV lines threading into her skin. She lifts her other hand to touch them, feels the warning tug of more needles even as Kara steps forward, arms raised as if to stop her.

Her hands reach toward Lena, or at least, the spaces where her hands should be. Huge white dressings swaddle Kara from the wrists down, so bulky they do not resemble hands at all. Lena’s breath catches in her lungs as she takes in the unwieldy bandages, third degree burns and possible nerve damage echoing through her mind and she understands now why Kara had hidden them behind her back.

The inhale she aims for seems to stick in her ribs and she can feel again the crushing, the cracking, the dizzying lack of oxygen as her head spins. Kara is by her side in an instant, radiating warmth and just breathe, Lena, it’s okay, a comforting weight settling against her hip. Lena thanks the thick blanket for blurring the press of rough bandages where there should be warm skin, softening it into something just nondescript enough to be calming.

When her pounding pulse has slowed, the heart monitor downgrading to a less frenetic beat, she sucks in a breath despite her lungs’ protestation, waits for her vision to clear. Kara is still there, and dread opens up in Lena’s chest.

“You— you touched it. The kryptonite. You pulled it out.”

Kara doesn’t move, doesn’t speak. Just nods, her gaze locked on Lena’s own. Lena lies catatonic, paralysed with the knowledge, unable to move even as Alex enters the room. Dimly aware of low words exchanged between the two sisters and then Alex at her bedside, gentler than Lena’s been worthy of seeing her in years. Just rest, Lena, the press of a button on the IV monitor, and she sinks back into oblivion.