#Supercorp drabble

[harleychick91]

Writing these ficlets are so fun!

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[fazedlight]

Leaning In

Everything felt strange.

It felt strange to see sunlight again. To walk into her apartment. To hug Alex again, hug Lena, hug the rest of the superfriends. To hear cars roll by and planes overhead and people everywhere. 

Compared to the phantom zone, everything was strange.

Wires were crossed, Kara thought, looking over at Lena with an overwhelming sense of guilt at what she had almost done, days before. Lena sat quietly on Kara's couch with a glass of wine, eyeing Kara from across the coffee table where Brainy and Alex were finishing out their game of Monopoly.

It had only been four days since her return, and Alex hadn’t given her a moment of solitude, so overjoyed to finally have her sister back. And Kara was glad for the noise, for the life that was back in her life with all the superfriends, chatter and colors and hugs instead of the desolate wasteland of the phantom zone. 

But in that time, Kara and Lena hadn’t had a moment alone together, leaving a sinking pit in Kara’s stomach when she thought about when she’d next have a real conversation with the Luthor. Does she realize?, Kara thought, Does she know I almost tried to kiss her?

The phantom zone breaks people. It’s why Krypton used it as a prison, why it became such an effective deterrent. Her brain wasn’t normal when she returned. She normally knew better. Knew better than to try to kiss her best friend. But in her traumatized and mostly isolated state, Kara had briefly forgotten the sort of decorum required with normal living - that her months of wishing she were home in Lena’s arms didn’t mean that her daydreams had become real.

Brainy finally won the game of Monopoly - proud that he had been able to knock Lena out of the game early, virtually guaranteeing his victory - and the superfriends finally began packing up to go home. Alex pulled Kara into a tight hug, planning on giving the kryptonian some space for the night, the first where Kara would sleep in her own bed instead of the Tower. “Coffee tomorrow morning?” Alex asked adamantly, Kara quickly agreeing.

One by one, the superfriends made their way out the door - until only Lena remained, still sitting on the couch, though she had set down the glass of wine. Kara turned awkwardly from her place by her kitchen island, watching the Luthor still watching her.

Slowly, Lena rose from her seat, making her way over to Kara. “Can we talk?” she asked.

Kara nodded, glancing nervously to the side. She knows. “I’m sorry,” Kara murmured. “When I came back, I- I wasn’t thinking.”

Lena’s brow furrowed in confusion. “You don’t need to be sorry, Kara.”

Kara tilted her head back up at Lena. “Are we- are we talking about the same thing?”

“Aren’t we?” Lena said quietly.

Kara swallowed. Just lay the cards on the table, she thought to herself. “I’m talking about - I tried to kiss you. Before I remembered you wouldn’t want it. I mean, even if you did-” Kara cut herself off, glancing to the floor. Rao, I should’ve thought through this more instead of babbling…

But to her surprise, she heard Lena step towards her, until the brunette was close enough to clasp onto Kara’s hand. Kara glanced up again, taking in Lena’s demure expression. “Even if I did?” Lena asked.

Kara’s eyes flitted between Lena’s, noting how her heart was beating faster, how there was a light blush crossing her face. Oh, Kara thought, feeling a small burn on her own cheeks as she realized what was happening. “Even if you did,” Kara said shyly, “I wouldn’t want our first kiss to be in front of everyone else.”

Lena smiled softly, giving Kara’s hand a gentle squeeze. “We’re alone now,” she said. 

Kara smiled back. “We are,” she said warmly, pausing for one more moment to take in Lena’s face. Lena tilted her head, and Kara leaned towards her.

And this time, she didn’t stop.

[grtmnick]

Lena failed to stifle the toothy grin that spread across her face at Kara’s joviality over their color matching sweaters. Such an overt display of puerility was typically unacceptable to the highly emotionally regulated Luthor; apparently this was yet another rigidly regimented thing successfully dismantled by the much more bubbly blonde.

All that consternation vanished immediately however upon Kara’s unconscious flexing.

Lena could feel the flush redden her face and an inexplicable sense tickle the back of her mind that she’d witnessed before the curves of those many muscles. If only she could recall where she had seen such a physique displayed before.

[emilywaters]

"I don't know anything about you anymore. And you know too much about me. Tell me, what do you want me to do? Just give me the book."

"I don't know what you want me to say. I'm sorry."

"There's nothing to say. Just give me the book. Then I'll leave and you can forget everything you know about me and then we'll both be strangers again."

"I don't want to do that."

"I need to pull this knife out; you are killing me too slowly. Please just let me have the peace of leaving!"

"I don't want you to leave."

"Please, just give me the book."

"No, I don't want you to leave."

"You did what you wanted. Why do you think we're here? The least you can do is let me do what I want this once."

"I don't want you to leave."

"Fine."

"Fine?"

"Keep the book. Do whatever you want. Go find someone new to screw over. I'm done."

[supercorpandbeyond]

"Happy Galentines day!" Came the excited chorus. Lena glanced up to see none other than Kara walk into her office, a bouquet and Big Belly Burger in hand. And Lena didn't know what it was, maybe it was the soft expression on the kryptonians face, or the way her hair fell over her shoulder that made her say it, point blank. Certainly, her style.

"Don't you think it's about time we transition this into tomorrow?" It was supposed to come out more teasing than it did, so precise it wiped the expression off the Kryptonians face.

"What-?" Kara began but Lena was already struggling to save her ass.

"C'mon, I literally filled your office with flowers that one year—" Lena remarked and honestly she didn't know where the confidence was coming from, but damn if Lena wasn't ready for more.

"And truly with our fight last year it felt like more than I ever wanted to admit. But if I'm here telling you it straight, or not straight in this case, Kara—" Lena was perhaps about to go on a tangent. But as if clockwork sensing that, the blonde had crossed over the desk so swiftly, and Lena was met with a kiss instead. And god, did it feel eager as Karas hand came to cup her cheek, flowers and big belly abandoned on the couch with one hand on the papers she had been looking at prior.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear something like that." Her breath was light and expression bright and yet every ounce it took Lena not to lose it.

"Hmm.. I could venture a few years, at the least." Lena easily teased because she knew the same had been true with her, as she continued,

"Trust me, I do not just buy buildings for friends or fill their office with flowers at one good article."

[owl127]

Supercorp idea - Let Us Have This

(abo, alpha!kara, omega!lena- Rated M)

I have 3ish chapter for this idea, and I wanted to see if there is any hope for it. Posting chapter one here (unbeta´d):

Kara bit her lip, puffing her cheeks in a long exhale. “Kara Danvers didn’t sleep with Lena.” She met Alex’s confused expression. “Supergirl did.” (...) Feeling her ears burn, Kara nodded. “It has a zipper.” “Oh my God, why did I ask,” Alex groaned and threw her half-eaten pizza slice back into the box. 

For a moment, Lena was sure she was going to die. 

Part of her knew the attack was coming. She knew something big and nefarious was sent her way the moment she ignored her mother’s single message requesting L-Corp’s archives on synthetic kryptonite. 

So for that brief, frightening moment when the warmth of the explosion kissed the back of her dress and the pressure sent her forward, Lena was absolutely sure that was her end. Eyes closed, she leaned forward and surrendered with surprising peace while wishing for it to be quick. 

And then she was up, up and away, cold wind biting her face as dizziness took over her mind at the sudden acceleration. She could smell the telltale of scorched fabric and a touch of musk. Weightless, her arms crushing a strong neck she knew so well, Lena winced as the white noise from the explosion below flooded her hearing. 

When her heart caught up with her mind to understand what had happened, Lena shuddered and autumn's chilly air filled her lungs with a tinge of strength and alpha that sent her mind reeling again. 

“Supergirl,” she breathed, tightening her grip around her superhero. She couldn’t see well with the deafening wind speed, but she could swear the Girl of Steel smirked. 

“You seem very intent on getting yourself killed, Miss Luthor,” Supergirl said as they stopped many feet above the city.

“I don’t know. Seemed like a typical Wednesday for me.”

Supergirl laughed, clear and low, adjusting her grasp on Lena’s body. 

“Let’s try and tone it down to once a month, shall we?” 

Lena smiled, her body pumping adrenaline and her lungs fighting for air, because with the same conviction she had known it to be her end, she also knew to trust the Super. She opened her mouth to reply, but the hero frowned suddenly, looking behind Lena. Iron-grip fingers dug firmly into her back and legs, and Supergirl’s voice was calm but stern as she spoke, “Miss Luthor, try to get yourself very small and hold tight.”

“What—”

But Lena’s answer came in the form of an armored suit busting into their solitary air space, and she was off in mind-blowing speed, head cradled against Supergirl’s collarbone. Her scent was stronger there, and Lena was getting lost in it until her entire cocoon of protection shook with an impact, and Supergirl groaned.

As another shot flew past them, Lena realized that Supergirl would be fighting off whatever was targeting them if it wasn’t for Lena’s human, frail body that needed protection. However, as the city’s skyscrapers flashed below them, letting go did not seem like an option. So she did what she could: she held tight as Supergirl shielded her from blast after blast. The alpha swallowed groans that Lena could imagine were of pain, her own body shaking violently at each impact. But Supergirl held tight, hands firm and steady as she guided them away from the city.

“Take a deep breath.” 

Lena heard it almost too late, inhaling Supergirl’s essence from her neck and hiding against the fluttering cape as they surged upwards. When Lena realized clouds were getting closer, she closed her eyes and wished to not open them again.

But they turned, completing a loop, and a sudden increase in heat made Lena open her eyes in shock to see the powerful beams leave the hero’s eyes. An explosion ahead of them, and the fingers that surely bruised Lena’s hips relaxed, if only a bit.

She could hear Supergirl’s heartbeat, fast but steady, and the radiator that was the woman’s body was the only reason Lena wasn’t a shivering mess.

Or maybe she was.

She couldn’t speak as they flew back to the city grounds, and she didn’t question why Supergirl knew which building and balcony to land outside her apartment. When her legs hit the polished balcony floor, her knees gave away instantly and Supergirl, also in shaking hands, swooped her back up in bridal carry. 

Lena didn’t protest and let herself be carried into her dark living room. Supergirl guided them to the couch, sitting down slowly but not letting go of Lena. A brief thought that Supergirl was hyperventilating crossed her mind, but then she noticed she was the one having a hard time breathing. 

“You’re safe,” Supergirl said, not complaining about the fact she had been holding Lena for what must have been a good part of an hour. “You’re safe,” she repeated, one large, warm palm resting over Lena’s on the superhero’s chest.

Lena’s fingers grip the crest over the suit. She tried to and matched Supergirl’s breathing, slowing down until her desperate pants didn’t fill the room, only the sirens far down echoing in the background. She breathed more of the alpha’s scent, earthly and fresh, and it was all new and at the same time familiar.

The moment shifted, fast like a winter sunset. Lena’s hand continued to rest under Supergirl’s, hot and clammy, and Lena took a deep, deep breath in the soft spot where the suit revealed skin. Supergirl’s breath caught at the back of her throat, and Lena was suddenly aware of how they were pressed together on her couch. 

Lena almost died today.

But as she rested her lips on Supergirl’s neck, the remnant adrenaline in her body made her feel most alive. She felt the pulse against her lips quicken. She was not sure what she was looking for, but as the grip on her body became a shy touch away from hurting and Supergirl moaned low at a second kiss on available skin, Lena knew she had found it.

“Miss Luthor,” Supergirl asked—or pleaded—and when Lena gathered the courage to look up under the low light, she saw bright blue eyes shut close. 

“Supergirl.” Lena’s voice was unsteady, breathy, rough. If anyone was pleading that night, it would be her. She watched as Supergirl blinked her eyes open, a whimper escaping her mouth under Lena’s touch on her neck. Blue eyes seemed dark in her living room, consumed by what Lena hoped was arousal but also a tinge of doubt. She had never seen the hero so close.

Trembling legs straddled the superhero’s waist, trapping the most powerful alpha on the planet under the weight of an omega. 

Supergirl gulped. 

Not thinking twice, or not thinking at all, Lena reached down for a proper kiss. Her chapped lips touched soft ones, once, twice. Supergirl didn’t respond but for the hands on Lena’s back warming up. Now that she could feel it, Lena wondered, perplexed, how something so powerful could be that soft.

When she pulled away to apologize, to take a breath, or anything else, Supergirl met her halfway and finally responded to the kiss. Slow, moderate—until it wasn’t, and Lena opened her mouth to deepen the kiss and her need. 

“Miss Luthor—”

“Don’t,” Lena found her voice, hands diving into messy blonde curls. “Let us have this.”

“We don’t—”

“We can have this,” she insisted, and the storm of emotions shining in blue eyes was too much. Not letting her hero rethink anything, Lena leaned for another kiss. 

Arms maintaining their death grip on Supergirl’s neck, Lena grinded herself down on the suit, smiling at the resulting bulge.

They established a rhythm in their kissing and grinding. Lena attacked every available skin on Supergirl’s neck, face, and strong hands fumbled with Lena’s dress zipper just for them to hear the fabric tearing. 

Wide blue eyes met Lena as they stopped at the sound. “I’m sorry!”

Smiling, Lena shrugged off the scorched, destroyed garment with minimal effort. She was left in her underwear; she wondered if she should have picked something else than a comfortable bra and panties, but as wide blue eyes zeroed on her chest, she thought that it might be okay.

She met Supergirl’s lips again, hard, and moaned into the responding thrust between her legs. Lena looked between them, and then back at the gaping hero. 

“Oh, Rao,” Supergirl said, her cheeks darkening in the dim room.

A pale hand rested between Supergirl’s legs, and she hissed on Lena’s neck, tongue licking her way back to the omega’s mouth. 

They were impossibly close, moving together, finding secret spots and whimpers to pull out of each other. Noses bumping, they shared the same air, a sudden need for touch consuming Lena and prickling at her skin. 

As much as Lena enjoyed the suit, she wanted it gone. But she had no idea how to get the alpha out of it. Was there a secret zipper somewhere? 

Her frantic search around Supergirl’s crotch went to a sudden stop as the same warm hand that was on her hip rested on top of Lena’s. She thought Supergirl was going to put a stop to it, stand up and leave her wet and bothered on her couch. A protest formed in her throat, but the strong hand simply reached between them, and a satisfying zipper sound echoed in the living room filled with labored breaths. 

“Yes,” Lena whispered and captured the softest lips she had ever kissed once more, swatting Supergirl’s hand away so she would have the satisfaction of freeing the hero from her confines.

Suit on, then.

It was dark, messy, and Lena was partially in shock. But none of that broke through the calming certainty that took over Lena, and she pushed her own panties aside, dripping, and watched the Girl of Steel zero her attention between their bodies as she sank down in one swift motion.

God, she should have taken her time.

Hissing, she swallowed Supergirl’s moan when their lips reunited as they began to move, the discomfort ebbing away at each new thrust.

One hand on her hip and the other pushing her down by her shoulders, Lena let herself be guided by the hero, accepting the rhythm she imposed with strong pushes of her thighs. 

Lena did not expect it to be sweet or kind. She did not expect this at all, only following what her body and the moment guided her to do. But there she was, with Supergirl under her, inside her, soiling her couch in the best possible way. And still, not expecting anything, Supergirl found home in the warm spot on her neck, leaving a new collection of marks that Lena was sure to cherish. She spoke something in a foreign tongue, clipped and slow, words that broke every time their bodies met. 

Lena gasped and pulled her closer, nails digging into a covered shoulder, knees spreading wide over her white leather couch. 

A hand traveled to between their bodies, clumsily slipping between them to find Lena’s point of pleasure. She spread her legs wider, trembling knees digging into the couch, muscles flexing, and she moaned out loud when the soft pad of a thumb found her.

Was that talent or superspeed? 

Whatever it was, when coupled with the deep thrusting reaching the right places inside, it led Lena to a shuddering, breathtaking orgasm. Her mind went blank for a sweet second, and she sucked firmly on Supergirl’s neck. 

“Lena,” the hero breathed wetly on her cheek, hands finally undoing the mess that was once her bun, and hips picked up speed as Lena bounced freely. 

Supergirl was going to come inside her, and Lena never felt so complete. 

It was quiet; the long moan that left the alpha’s mouth was close to a whimper, stretched thin and fading to a gasp as she lost her imposing rhythm and shuddered. She trembled and grunted, pushing one, two, three final times before allowing their heated bodies to cool down with elaborated breaths.

Lena did not know Supergirl could pant like that.

The weight of the day hit her hard, and she slumped over the alpha’s chest, spent, tired, ultimately satisfied. 

“I’ve got you.”

It was the last thing she heard before closing her eyes to the sight of cornflower blue.

Lena woke up in her bed, blinking against the early morning light. Her body felt tired, bruised, aching in all the right places. 

Was it a dream?

She touched between her legs, finding dampness and a delicious soreness. She touched her neck, the skin prickling under her fingers, sensitive. She bit her lips at the memory of warm skin and soft, soft lips. There was a single flower on her nightstand, fresh and red.

Not a dream.

0000

Kara would not know what they were watching for the life of her. Throughout the evening of the typical sisters’ night, she tried to find a way to talk to Alex as they lounged on her couch. More like to confess to Alex.

“I can hear you thinking,” Alex probed, reaching for another slice of pizza. 

“I need to tell you something.” 

Kara took a deep breath and faced her sister. Unimpressed, Alex took another bite from the meat lovers pizza. “Kara, whatever it is, I am sure we can—”

“I slept with Lena.” 

Alex stopped mid-bite, swallowing dryly. “When you say sleep, do you mean sleep or sleep sleep?”

Kara fidgeted with her glasses, blue eyes scanning her loft before tentatively finding Alex’s again. “Sleep sleep.” Her hands moved in front of her under the blanket, but the movement was not lost on Alex.

“Oh, Kara.” The older alpha perked up. “I’m happy for you?” It sounded like a question since whatever was warming up Kara’s face was not joy. She took her glasses off, put them on again. “I thought you liked her?” Alex tried.

“No, that’s not—I mean, I do, I do like her but…” Kara bit her lip, puffing her cheeks in a long exhale. “Kara Danvers didn’t sleep with Lena.” She met Alex’s confused expression. “Supergirl did.”

It took a second or two, but Alex widened her eyes. Her pizza slice sat between them, forgotten in her hand. Alex frowned after the initial surprise. “What do you mean, Supergirl did? How would she not notice—oh God, Kara… with the suit on?” Alex’s mouth contorted into disgust at Kara’s burning face. “How do you even?” It was Alex’s turn with the vague hand gestures between her free hand and the pizza. 

Feeling her ears burn, Kara nodded. “It has a zipper.”

“Oh my God, why did I ask,” Alex groaned and threw her half-eaten slice back into the box. 

They remained in painful silence. “Kara,” Agent Danvers asked, since at that moment she was not asking as an older sister. “Do you think she can ID you?”

“I don’t know! It was kinda dark and—”

“Please no details,” Alex begged, hands in a protective stance between them. 

“I honestly don’t know. She’s been on leave since the attack last week—”

“During an attack, Kara?” Alex’s lips pulled down again, and Kara rolled her eyes.

“Not during, more like, after!”

“Ugh.” Alex ran a hand through her short hair. “You cannot expose your identity to Lena Luthor.”

“I guess I’ve exposed enough.”

“Kara! This is serious.” Alex stood up, pacing in front of the couch as Kara observed. “We need to find out what she knows.”

“As I was saying”—Kara reached for a slice herself—“she is coming back to work tomorrow. I will try and figure that out.”

“Good, good. Sounds like a plan.” Alex nodded at each affirmation. She closed her eyes, one hand massaging her temple. “I don’t think I can look at you the same in that suit anymore.”

“I thought you would be happy for me for… you know, living my life and everything,” she said with her mouthful of pizza. 

“But the suit, Kara?” Alex whined.

“It’s machine washable!”

“Don’t ever let Winn know. He will sew up your zipper.”

Kara made a face, and Alex flopped down on the couch. 

“But how was it?” Alex was trying hard to balance her roles as DEO agent and sister there, Kara had to give her that. 

The little gasps that puffed into Kara’s neck each time she drove into Lena. The combined heat of their bodies and how Lena opened up for her, breath caught in her throat. 

“Really good,” she confessed, ears burning all over again. 

“This is messy.” Alex reached for her abandoned pizza slice. “You need to promise me you won’t tell Lena your secret identity, no matter how good sex was with her.”

“Alex…”

“For now, Lena Luthor thinking she had a thirsty night with Supergirl is safer for everyone.” 

Kara played with the threadbare end of the blanket covering her legs. “I understand.”

They ate in silence until Alex couldn’t hold it anymore. 

“With the suit on, Kara. I can’t believe you.”

“It has a zipper!”

00000

Monday rolled around, and Kara found herself double-checking her email every other minute. Lena had yet to show up at CatCo, and the waiting was gnawing at Kara’s patience. Not that she was an example of patience, but still. 

She cleared her spam box and went as far as checking the promotions tab.

The elevator dinged to put her out of her misery as she excluded an expired Calvin Klein’s coupon. 

Lena emerged from the elevator in her usual grace—pressed, knee-length black skirt and a soft-looking turtleneck the color of the rose Kara left next to her bed a couple mornings ago.

Kara knew exactly what the burgundy solid-knit hid. Marks, an entire constellation of them, left by her mouth on alabaster skin.

“Hi, Kara.”

Lena was in front of her.

“Lena! Hi!” She went for a hug that Lena responded in kind. “You didn’t answer my messages, are you okay? You never take sick days.”

Lena took a deep breath, and a shy smile graced her lips. “I needed some time to center myself after the last… event.” Her lips pulled down, and Kara wondered if there was a better word for “when my mother tried to kill me… again”. 

“Yes, of course. But are you okay?”

Lena stared so deeply into Kara’s eyes that Kara thought that was it; Lena knew, she saw the truth, the suit and zipper were not enough to keep her secret. 

But the intensity in light green eyes faded, and Lena eased back to her smile. “Yes, I’m feeling much better.”

Eve showed up with coffee for Lena, and Kara followed her into James’ office. James wasn’t there yet, and Lena dropped her bag on the empty couch. “Kara, do you want to have lunch today? I wanted to talk to you.”

She didn’t meet Kara’s eyes as she asked, but the phrase sent a shock down Kara’s spine nonetheless. 

Yep, that was it. Lena clearly knew. 

“Yes, of course.” Kara was a little breathless. Lena took a sip of her coffee and looked up at Kara again, eyes glinting. 

“I need to tell you something,” she said, eyes looking around them discreetly, as if she had a secret. 

“Yeah, sure,” Kara replied and thanked Rao she didn’t break the pencil she was holding. 

“I need some friendly advice on something,” Lena continued, her back to Kara as she left her coffee on the corner of James’ table and fished a tablet from her purse. “So don’t bail on lunch.”

Kara nodded and walked back to her desk. She had half a mind to call Alex and request the pile of NDA documents Lena would undoubtedly have to sign after this but decided to wait for lunch.

As she sat back down on her chair, the pencil finally broke in two between her fingers.

Lunch came too fast and horribly too slow. A few hours later, Kara found herself at the outside area of their floor with two boxes of Chinese food while Lena had enough greens to feed an entire rabbit family.

“So… what do you want to talk about?” Kara fought to keep her eyes on her food but lost the battle quite quickly as she watched Lena playing with a cherry tomato. 

Green eyes as sharp as a knife fixed on her, and Kara swallowed a dumpling without chewing. 

“Have you seen Supergirl lately?” Lena measured her focus back to the cherry tomato as Kara blushed as red as the fruit. 

So much for being subtle. 

“No, not really, no,” she answered and went straight for her water to wash down her nerves.

It did not work. 

Lena hummed, catching the stray tomato and chewing it slowly behind lips just as red. 

“Do you know if she has any… companions?”

Kara had the decency to chew her dumpling this time. “What do you mean?” 

“As in a lover.”

Nope, more like half chewing it as it bothered her throat going down. 

“Not that I know of, no.” 

Lena’s tongue poked out to lick at the side of her lips, capturing a stray drop of olive oil. Kara’s eyes followed the motion, hypnotized. When Lena caught her staring with a slight frown, she focused back on her fried rice. 

They ate in silence for a moment, and Kara wondered if Lena was getting ready to drop the truth bomb. She had an excuse ready and cleared her afternoon so they could both head down to the DEO, and J’onn would scold her so badly, and—

“I had sex with Supergirl,” Lena said in a natural tone, gaze on her salad, and Kara widened her eyes. It worked well, since Lena probably thought it was a simple surprise and not Kara’s honest reaction to Lena not connecting the dots.

The glasses did work! 

“Kara?” Lena raised one sculpted eyebrow, and Kara nodded, blinking raptly. 

“Oh, wow, I mean, oh.” She didn't know what would be the appropriate response, lips opening and closing, face flushed. Should she say congratulations? 

Thinking about it, she was in a unique situation to get interesting… feedback. 

“But like, how was it?” Kara pretended to go back to her potstickers, but when Lena smiled broadly, she gave it up to drink in Lena’s reaction. Lena bit her lip, cheeks coloring a beautiful shade of crimson that harmonized with her turtleneck and lipstick. 

“Really good,” Lena laughed, and Kara preened a little under the indirect praise. “I mean,” Lena continued, pushing her salad aside to lean over the table. Kara did her best not to lean and meet her halfway. “It was kinda fast.”

Kara sat back against her chair, stuttering. “Well, I suppose it was what, at the end of the day? Supergirl probably works a lot, like a lot, and—”

“Kara.” Lena laughed freely at that. “I didn’t mean fast like that! You alphas.” Lena’s face flushed further, and Kara felt her own ears tingle with heat. 

“It was fast in a way that it was not planned,” Lena corrected, drinking a sip of water to wash down the last bit of her amusement. “It kinda just happened.”

“Oh.”

“Okay, I may have pushed it a little bit,” the omega admitted from behind the rim of her water glass. 

Kara busied herself with another dumpling. “So it was good?” she asked with a mouthful.

Lena looked to the side while biting her lips. She drummed her fingers on the table and played with her fork. Kara held her breath. 

“You’re my best friend, and I need to gush about it with someone,” she said in a rushed breath, and Kara reminded herself to breathe like a proper human.

“Yes?” There was soy sauce on Kara’s lips, but she couldn’t care less as Lena knocked on the table excitedly with both hands, light touches to expose part of what seemed to be barely contained giggles. 

“Okay.” Lena folded her hands in front of her. “It was a bit dark, and it was fast and all, but, Kara.” She looked up, and Kara felt a responding tug in her pants. “Supergirl has some talents.” 

“Talents?”

Talents, talents? Kara needed specifics! 

“Her hand, her finger.” Lena looked down at her own hands, eyes a little fogged, eyebrow knit in concentration. “It vibrated, like a legit vibrator. Maybe it’s a superpower thing?” Lena faced Kara once more, and Kara shrugged in response. 

But yeah, it was a superpower thing. Kara tried to control her smirk, but it showed some of it by the way Lena blushed and rolled her eyes. 

“And she’s… okay, don’t go all alpha dog on me,” Lena excused herself before any further admission, and by then, Kara was sure of two things.

One: Lena did not recognize her that night.

Two: Kara had freaking good game. 

She stared at Lena, holding herself together not to smile. She could feel her lips fighting it, twisting up, but she nodded at Lena to continue. 

Lena rolled her eyes. “She is well endorsed,” she admitted with a bright new flush. “Not like, too much, but God, perfect. It was almost too much at first but then...” She got lost in memory, and Kara bit the inside of her cheek. “It was good.”

Kara’s smile was out of control now, but Lena avoided her eyes. “Yeah, so, that happened,” Lena added, one hand pulling her salad back in front of her. 

Kara sucked on her lips, smiling and probably looking like a total fool. She ignored the alpha pride bubbling in her chest and her instinct making its own party down her pants to look back at Lena.

Then she asked what she should not, probably. 

“Do you want to do it again?”

Lena's eyes squinted in what appeared to be concentration. She took her time to think, eating a mouthful of greens. When she finally swallowed, she fixed Kara with eyes that could only be described as predatory.

Kara knew that stare; she had seen it in the dim living room before Lena kissed her senseless. 

Rao, why did she ask that.

“I do.”

Thank Rao she asked that.

“Do you want me to tell her that?” Aiming for nonchalance, Kara played with the peanut in her fried rice. She was out of dumplings and potstickers already. 

“What if she wants to keep it a secret? Oh God.” Lena’s hand landed on her own heart, and Kara heard how it accelerated. “Should I have not said anything?”

“Lena, calm down.” Kara had a small smile. “She won’t mind that you told me. I’m pretty sure she’ll tell me when we meet again.”

Lena’s eyes darkened in that predatory way that Kara thanked Rao she chose dark chinos today. 

“If she does, you better let me know what she says about me.”

“Will do,” Kara laughed quietly. “But for the record, I’m sure any alpha would be amazed to be with you.” 

Lena blushed at that, light and pink, different from the previous blushes of their lunch.

“Thank you, Kara.” 

“Anytime.” Kara’s entire face worked on her smile. “Now, do you have plans for that milkshake of yours?”

“I got it for you.”

“Yes!”

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Lena woke up feeling good, ready to face the day. In yoga pants and a black tank top, she made herself buttered toast with a touch of cinnamon and opened a new bottle of orange juice. 

Her treadmill faced the full wall window with National City waking up forty floors below. The sun had just started to rise when Lena began her run. Classic music played from the speakers on the treadmill, the watch marking the first ten minutes of her run.

At first, she didn’t think it would be something major. The rising sun seemed too bright and the music too loud, so she shut part of the blinds and lowered the volume. The stopwatch marked fifteen, and Lena had a sudden change in her mood, feeling exhausted, almost dizzy. At twenty, the dizziness intensified, her legs threatened to give away, and she had half a second to press on the emergency red button before she stumbled off the moving lane. 

Lena breathed hard, controlling her intake of air not to hyperventilate. She sat on the floor and crawled to the living room couch, resting her back against it. As the room spun around her, Lena tried to keep her breakfast down. Her stopwatch marked thirty-five by the time she could stand up on wobbly legs. 

She took a long time in her morning shower, washing her hair and staying under the lukewarm spray until she could feel like herself again.

By the time she made it to CatCo, dressed in a navy pantsuit and white satin shirt, her day did not look any better. She felt tired, exhausted even, and the smell of coffee turned her stomach. She sent Eve away with a promise to bring peppermint tea instead.

“Lena?” 

Lena turned at the call of her name, finding worried blue eyes. Mint scent filled the air, and she gratefully took the tea Kara offered. 

“How are you? You don’t look so good.” Kara helped Lena into the chair at her desk outside James' office. 

Leave it to Kara to be delicate about the fact that Lena looked like shit. 

“I’m not feeling well today,” Lena mumbled before taking a scalding sip from the offered tea. It burned her lips but distracted her from the lingering dizziness. 

Kara pushed another chair next to her, one warm hand finding Lena’s forehead. “Do you have a fever?”

“No, I don’t think so.” Lena looked up to find Kara’s eyes crinkled in worry.

The bluest eyes Lena had ever seen fixed on her face as Supergirl rocked her entire body at each deep thrust. 

“Lena? You okay? Maybe you should go home.”

Lena shook her head, pulling away from Kara’s touch. 

“No, I’m okay, just… déjà vu.” 

Kara’s hand hovered between them for a bit, unsure. She nodded, clearing her throat. 

“I still think you might want to take the morning off.”

“I’m fine, Kara.” 

Throughout the day, Lena had a hard time shaking Supergirl off her mind. 

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The fight had been all over the news. From the multiple screens at CatCo, Lena watched Supergirl fight, and get really close to losing, with an alien three times her size. The Girl of Steel had heroically taken the fight away from the city and the people, and helicopters and drones struggled to keep up with the superhuman duel. 

Whatever happened that cameras did not catch, Lena was sure it had taken a heavy toll on the superhero.

Still feeling a little off like she had been in the last week, Lena left James responsible for the coverage of the fight and headed home. Her phone screen flashed with updates all afternoon: it had been messy, and hard, but Supergirl had prevailed and captured the rogue alien. 

Lena saw the pictures of Supergirl—lips bleeding and a trickle of red lining her forehead—and grimaced. She had never seen her bleed before.

She made herself tea at home, trading her skirt for sweatpants and fluffy socks. Lena had a book under her arm and steaming tea in her hands, ready to retreat to her bedroom, when she heard her balcony door open.

A shiver went down her spine, pure and raw fear at another possible attempt on her life. She turned suddenly, some of the tea sloshing down her hardwood flooring. 

Fear left her at once when she saw the figure hovering at her window, not quite entering, hair moving with the night breeze. She left the tea and book on her coffee table and walked to the window in time to let the tired body lean over her smaller frame.

“Supergirl?” she asked breathlessly, hands going to the back of the hero. She was warm, maybe too warm. Her suit was torn in places, and her cape was missing. 

Supergirl’s nose found the side of her neck, and Lena smelled blood and soot. She hugged Supergirl closer.

“Can I—”

“C’mon.” Lena stepped back, one hand guiding the hero that looked smaller under her living room light. They walked past the couch, Lena pulling the suddenly shy hero until they made it to her bedroom.

Supergirl blinked, looking around and taking a step back. “I shouldn't,” she said mostly to herself, but one knee buckled when she turned around, hitting the floor with a crack. 

“Nonsense.” Lena helped her up, or more likely, stood next to her as she balanced once more. Without another word, Lena helped the hero to her bed. 

Supergirl complied like a trained puppy, head hitting the pillow in a long exhale. Lena helped her out of the suit—there were many hidden zippers everywhere—and watched as the pile of muscles that was Supergirl lay on her bed with nothing but boxer shorts and a tank top. The blood on her face had dried, but there were different cuts all over her golden body. Under the light of her bedside table, Lena pushed Supergirl’s hair behind an ear, inhaling the alpha scent under the remnants of her battle.

It felt strangely familiar. 

Blue eyes blinked open, and Supergirl turned off the light next to them. 

“You’re safe,” Lena said to the dark room, finding her place as the small spoon. 

She felt the alpha’s responding smile against the back of her neck.

Lena awoke to the sensation of heat. Her bedroom was warm, and she moved to kick the covers, but she was not under the blankets. As sunrise made itself known against the blinders in her bedroom, Lena took a deep breath of alpha.

Last night came back to her, and she turned between the arms of her personal space heater to face the most relaxed, peaceful Supergirl she had ever seen. She couldn’t make out the details of her sharp jawline, the sun barely hinting at east, but she could feel her chest expanding and hear the little snores. 

Lena smiled.

She reclaimed her space under the Girl of Steel’s neck, not shaking the feeling of odd familiarity. Lena’s hand rested on Supergirl’s exposed waist and ran it over her arms to check for the bruises and cuts from last night. They were there, but less pronounced. 

“Hmm,” Supergirl mumbled in her sleep under Lena’s touch, pulling the omega closer, Lena’s cheek resting on a strong collarbone.  

Lena would have been content with that, the comfort of a night together. 

“Do you want to do it again?”

Kara’s question came to her, uninvited, sudden, and Lena shivered.

Supergirl had slept in her bed, and yes, she would like to sleep with her again, whatever that meant. 

If only Kara could see her now.

A small kiss on her temple got her out of thoughts, and Lena melted against the strong chest warming up her bed. 

“Hi,” Supergirl said huskily against messy dark hair, arms wrapping Lena and turning so Lena could rest her chin over a dark tank top. She felt nipples hardening against her own cotton shirt. 

“Hello,” Lena replied, taking in the scent and warmth around her. “I’m glad you stopped by last night.” She looked up to meet sleepy eyes.

Supergirl blinked, slowly, and stretched in the languid way cats do after a nap—neck turning to the side and legs spreading so Lena could fit snugly between them. 

“I should go,” Supergirl said as the sun kissed Lena’s curtains, never stopping its west crawl.

“Can you stay a bit longer?” Lena herself stretched, her hips grinding in front of Supergirl’s boxer briefs and eliciting a moan from the superhero. 

“I could stay a bit longer,” Supergirl confessed, dipping to catch Lena’s lips in a kiss that woke them both up.

So Lena started her morning on her hands and knees, head buried in her pillow as Supergirl made her day so much better.

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Kara chewed on buttered popcorn as cars exploded on her TV from one of the Bourne movies. She wasn’t sure which one, but it happened in Europe. Maybe.

Alex had picked the movie.

Alex watched the car chase and shootings fascinatingly, murmuring some of the lines along with all kinds of spies. Kara waited for the final car chase scene to end until she had Alex’s attention. 

“Alex?” 

“Yeah?”

Mouth full of popcorn, Kara stared at the TV, not brave enough to meet her sister’s eyes.

“I did it again.”

“What?” Alex got the popcorn bowl from Kara’s lap.

“Lena.”

Alex promptly choked on popcorn. 

“Kara!”

“I know!” Kara covered her warming face with a pink cushion. 

“You need to stop before that woman develops a kink for suits,” Alex said after downing half of her beer and clearing her airways. 

“There was no suit this time.”

“Kara, did you tell her?” Alex stared at Kara with stern dark eyes that made the superhero shrink to her side of the couch. 

“No. But it was different. I slept there.”

“Oh, Kara,” Alex’s eyes had something that might have been close to pity, and Kara couldn’t take that. “Does she know?”

“I don’t think so.” Kara looked down at her hands, wiping the popcorn grease on her sweater pants. “It was kinda…” Her ears burned, and she avoided Alex’s questioning eyes. “Like, from behind.”

Alex made a face at her and fake-gagged. “Please, no details.”

“It was dark, so I think I’m good.”

“Just stop.”

“I might have forgotten my cape there.”

“Sometimes I wish you were an omega.”

“I’d still do it.”

“Of course you would.”

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The email did not call for her immediate attention. Lena had received it at 9:37 am and only looked at it by the end of her day, the clock nearing 8 pm as she made her last checkup on Sam at L-Corp.

She had done the diagnostic tests in her own lab, of course. Being the CEO of one of the most powerful pharmaceutical companies had its perks. But even Lena knew that, sometimes, a specialist should take a look at the results. After an entire week of feeling constantly exhausted and surprisingly hungry, Lena had performed her usual, annual checkup a few months earlier. Most results seemed normal, but a few hormonal levels caught her attention, and she ran them with her head researcher of their omega-focused department. 

Seemed fitting. 

The doctor had sent her an email, at 9:37 am, with the simple title of “Lab test 127 results”. Very innocuous and unassuming. Easy to ignore, considering Lena’s busy life.

She said good-bye to Sam at the elevator, and she had to reassure her CFO that, yes, she was fine. Sam had looked at her with a somewhat puzzled expression, but she didn’t press it. When Lena checked her reflection on her phone inside her car, she realized that she might have been looking like… total shit, yeah, exhausted and wishing she was home with warm tea, pizza and fluffy pajamas, and maybe her strong alpha to cuddle her to sleep.

The last thought hit her so hard that she wondered if she should add scotch to her tea. Was she going into heat early? It would explain her wandering thoughts.

As she finally opened the email when she padded into her kitchen, make-up-free and wearing warm winter socks even though it was still autumn, she realized the scotch would have to wait.

It would have to wait quite some time.

The following morning, Lena did not expect the buzz next to her front door, her intercom startling her out of her email inbox. 

“Miss Luthor, there is a Miss Danvers in the lobby for you. Should I let her in?” Came the gruff voice of the doorman, and Lena looked puzzled from her forgotten phone to her closed door.

Did she sound desperate in her text earlier?

“You can let her up, Charles, thank you.” She was still a little breathless from hurrying to her door to respond. She checked the messages to see what could have caused Kara to drop by unannounced after her texts an hour ago.

Yeah, considering the protective-labrador personality Kara had, she could have framed that better.

Which was why she found herself opening her front door, in pajamas and bed hair, to a whirlwind of pastel and chinos at 9:47 am. 

“Lena, are you all right?” Kara had coffee and donuts in her hands, but she balanced everything on one side to place a warm palm over Lena’s forehead before stepping in. “Do you have a fever? What happened? Is it bad? Oh no, Lena, are you dying?” 

Lena took it all like the champion she was, getting one donut from the bag and ignoring the coffee, opening the door wide and thanking God for her lack of neighbors. 

“I’m not dying,” she mumbled after her first bite—glazed, simple, just what she needed—and herded Kara and her endless questions to her couch.

She wondered if Kara would be mad if she knew what else had happened on that couch, but the alpha was already blushing and adjusting her button-up after dropping the rest of the baked goodies on the coffee table. 

“You kinda look like you’re dying,” Kara said mostly to herself, one hand pushing her frames up her nose. 

Lena fixed her with her most convincing glare, which, admittedly, could be lacking strength without any make-up and hairdo, just a sloppy ponytail she barely bothered to do this morning.

But she had reasons!

“Thanks for stopping by, even though it’s unnecessary,” she said. “But I do need to talk to you.”

“What happened?” 

Kara had one of the bluest eyes Lena had ever seen—warm and familiar and insightful. She closed her own eyes at a warm wave of other blue-eyed memories. Images of another pair, so shockingly similar, shining with tiredness in her darkened bedroom.

If only Kara knew what a stare like that could do to an omega.

Lena used her thumb to clear nonexistent sugar from her lips, watching as Kara took an entire mouthful of a powdered donut. The alpha had white powdered sugar all over her mouth, but she didn’t move to clean it up. Lena smiled, and at that moment she knew she could count on Kara for anything.

“Remember when I told you that I had sex with Supergirl?”

Kara nodded and emitted a confirmation sound from her donut-filled mouth. The white of the sugar became more prominent as she blushed.

“I did it again.”

“Oh.” Kara had completely stopped chewing, just hanging in there with chipmunk cheeks.

Lena reached for her donut but didn’t bite it. She played with the glaze between her thumb and forefinger, pursing her lips.

Would Kara be disappointed?

Only one way to know.

“And I found out last night, you see…” Lena took a deep breath, meeting blue eyes as she exhaled. “That I’m pregnant.”

Kara had the courtesy to look away from Lena as she spat a half-eaten donut all over her coffee table and coughed for a good ten seconds. Lena grimaced at the scene but padded her friend in the back, waiting patiently as she gathered her breath.

Kara held a finger up, clearing her throat and using an offered napkin to wipe her lips. She almost succeeded.

Eyes glossy from almost choking, Kara finally looked at her. “You sure?”

“Precisely.” The word tugged Lena’s lips to the side, and she glanced at her laptop where she had double-checked the results. She had also called her doctor, had bought a collection of pregnancy tests from the downtown pharmacy, and all in all, had looked for any direction that could let her out of this situation. 

Kara stood up, pacing relentlessly in her living room. “Okay, okay. I see. I see. You’re pregnant.” She looked at Lena, who remained on the couch watching Kara freak out. Kara pointed at her, not accusingly, just fitting together the pieces of her speech. “You’re pregnant. With Supergirl’s pup.” She glanced behind Lena, fingers now pointed to the window. “Supergirl’s alien pup,” she completed. 

“Yes,” Lena confirmed, eyes studying as Kara kept pacing back and forth behind her coffee table. 

“Okay. Okay, that is…” Kara stopped, both hands on her hips, her head down, and when she looked up, Lena was not expecting the brightness of tears. “That is kind of amazing,” she said in a shaky voice, biting her lip, and Lena could not take a second look at a crying Kara and not feel her own eyes fighting the flood. 

“Is it?” Lena heard her own voice—small, unsure. 

Kara nodded, sinking back on the couch and reaching for Lena’s hands. “Yeah, yeah it is.”

They sat like that, hands together, and Lena wondered if every friendship was like that.

“Oh, Rao,” Kara breathed out, releasing Lena’s hand to massage her temples. “I need to take you to the DEO.”

“What?”

When Kara looked up, she had a panicked expression that did not help Lena’s turning stomach. 

“Alex’s gonna flip,” Kara whispered, and Lena felt utterly confused. “Oh, Lena.” She stared at Lena, then at Lena’s window, and back at Lena, and Lena felt like crying again.

“Kara?”

Kara took another deep breath and a veil of determination covered her face. “I need to take you to a facility that will be able to help you. Supergirl works there. They need to know this. Supergirl has so many enemies, and if anyone finds out about a pup they could…” Kara’s scent grew, a metallic tinge of fear, and Lena recoiled unconsciously. 

“It’s ok, you’re okay,” Kara reassured her, closing her eyes for a moment as the scent dissipated. “We will help you.”

Lena had many questions. There was a strange feeling growing in her stomach, and she had the suspicion it was not morning sickness. 

“Kara, I have enough equipment at L-Corp to go through with this.”

“Lena please…”

“I don’t want to expose myself to the government or… anyone else.” Lena stood from the couch, ready to turn her back to Kara, but the alpha held her hand, gently pulling so she could face her again. Kara didn’t stand up, instead looking at Lena from her place on the couch. 

“I’m sure Supergirl would want to know. She would want to protect you,” Kara pleaded, lips in a thin line that ghosted a smile. 

The feeling in Lena’s tummy grew. 

“Just for today,” Kara insisted. “Do you trust me?”

The memory came back. Blue, blue eyes with specks of gray and amber. She shivered. 

“Yes.” Lena tightened her grasp around Kara’s hand.

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 Oh, Rao; oh, Rao; oh, Rao; oh, Rao.

Kara messed up. 

She knew that. She was aware of that. She was painfully aware she had messed up beautifully this time.

It was not that she had anything intrinsically against what had happened. It just didn’t go the way she had hoped. After months of having feelings for Lena and preparing herself to ask the omega out, all it took was one night of weakness, and Kara messed up everything.

Okay, one night and a morning.

The order of events was supposed to be something like: declare feelings, date, mate, pups. 

They jumped a lot of steps.

Now she got a visitor’s badge for Lena while they went through security at the DEO, and even though she never felt sick, she wondered if the feeling was anything close to the turmoil in her stomach. 

Oh, Rao.

She ignored the questioning glances from the other agents as she strode in all her pastel glory into the DEO with a very confused, very curious Lena Luthor following behind.

Winn almost had a heart attack. 

“Kara! Lena!” He stood up from his rolling chair, hand holding one of his toy guns. “Kara? Lena?” He looked between the two women, their linked hands, Lena’s questioning gaze, Kara’s silent plea. His eyebrows hit his hairline. 

“I need to see Alex in the med bay,” Kara said and hopefully her tone would not require further explanation. Lena’s hand was stiff and clammy in hers, and she guided them to the stairs and into the med bay. Thankfully, it was empty. 

Kara helped Lena to a seat, and before she could roll a chair for herself, she heard Alex making her way upstairs. 

“Just a sec.” She squeezed Lena’s hand and left the room to meet Alex outside. She watched Lena from the inside with a frown, lips pushed together as if she had swallowed a protest.

“Alex,” Kara whispered, closing the door behind her. She could still see Lena watching them from the glass, green bouncing between the sisters. “I need to tell Lena.”

Alex was unimpressed.

“Why is Lena Luthor in my facility?” she asked with a stern tone reserved for Kara’s mishaps, arms crossed over her black polo. 

“Alex, this is important.” Kara reached with both hands to hold Alex’s forearm, and maybe with a little extra strength because Alex frowned and hissed, but Kara didn’t let her go.

“What’s going on, Kara?”

Kara took a deep breath and met Alex’s eyes with unshed tears. 

“Lena is here to tell Supergirl she’s pregnant.” Kara’s voice was hardly above a whisper but clear enough for Alex to hear every word.

“Ouch!” Alex tried to slap the back of Kara’s head, but since it was equivalent to slapping solid rock, her own hand hurt in the process. She shook the pain off, but her stare was still murderous.

“Why did you do that?” Kara said, concerned, reaching for Alex’s hand.

“Because I don’t know if I should hug you or slap you!”

“I could really use a hug right now!”

They angry-hugged which turned into a long hug while Lena, puzzled, watched the exchange from the other side of the glass. 

“Jesus fuck, Kara,” Alex whispered. “You okay?”

“I really need to tell her.” They separated from the embrace, and Kara wiped a stray tear. Alex schooled her shocked expression to something neutral as she opened the door. 

“Don’t make us all regret it,” Alex said and walked inside, finding Lena, still completely confused, staring at them. Kara closed the door behind her, leaving the three of them alone inside. Lena stood up to greet Alex.

“Luthor,” Alex acknowledged Lena with a nod.

“Agent Danvers.” Lena arched one sculpted eyebrow. 

“Your discretion about this facility will be expected.”

“Alex,” Kara warned, eyes widening and her hand finding Lena’s. Alex looked down at their hands for a total of a single second before focusing on Lena again.

“And your discretion about this conversation will also be expected,” Lena replied in a similar tone. 

“You do not give orders here.”

“Alex!” Kara’s free hand rested on her sister’s thigh, bringing her attention back to herself. “Lena won’t say anything. We’re not here to expose the DEO.”

“I need to see Supergirl,” Lena intervened. 

“I see,” Alex said, sparing a look at Kara. “Kara might help you with that.”

“Could you…” Kara gave a pointed look at Alex, who busied herself at the other side of the lab, gathering supplies. Kara pulled a rolling chair next to Lena so they could both sit down, bringing Lena’s hand up for a quick kiss.

Lena couldn’t look more confused, and Kara laughed to herself, a puff of air that almost ended in a sob.

“What was that all about?” Lena’s voice was small, tense. Her shoulders were pulled high and tight. 

“I told Alex so she would know what kind of equipment to bring.”

As if on cue, Alex gathered a tablet from one of the metallic desks and walked to the door. “I will get the ultrasound and will be back in a few.”

Kara waited until the door closed behind Alex.

“Kara?” Kara hated the way Lena looked at her—vulnerable, small. Afraid. Lena was too smart not to notice something was up. “Where’s Supergirl?”

“Yeah. About that.” Kara sucked in a breath through gritted teeth, gently laying Lena’s hand down. She turned around in her chair, her back to Lena. She took off two simple hair clips that held a lock of hair around her high ponytail. It fell to the side of her face. Both her hands reached behind to unlace her thin hair tie, golden waves finally free to spill over her shoulder. There were no hair tie marks on her hair, as it never had, no matter how tight the braid was. She took off her glasses, setting them on the table next to Lena, though her back was still to the omega. Finally, she turned around.

Lena stared, confused, but she blinked twice, her lips pressed together. The green of her eyes reminded Kara of the sea after a storm, with marks of repressed anger and uncontrolled waves. 

With a deep breath, Kara started to undo her shirt buttons. One, two, three.

When the House of El crest became visible, Kara heard the tiny gasp coming out of Lena’s mouth, and she lifted her head.

“No.” Lena shook her head, a humorless laugh escaping her lips. “No,” she repeated, eyes glossy, shaking her head still.

Kara gulped. “Lena…”

“You don’t get to do this,” Lena hissed, any softness gone, voice dripping with an anger Kara had never seen addressed to her before. “You don’t get to lie to me like this.”

“I never meant to—”

“To what?” Lena stood up, and Kara followed. “Never meant to lie to me for years?” 

“I couldn’t tell you,” Kara defended, but it sounded weak.

Alex chose that moment to open the door and wheel her equipment into the room.

“Oh, you couldn’t tell me, but you had no qualms about fucking me on my own fucking couch!” Lena’s voice raised, one manicured finger pointing at Kara’s chest, still blatantly exposing her identity. Kara took a step back if only to give Lena more room.

Kara heard Alex saying nope and wheeling her equipment back the three steps she had managed inside the room, and they were once again alone. 

“Lena, please, listen to me.”

“Oh, now I should listen to you,” Lena laughed sarcastically, and the movement sprung a tear out. “Let me guess, now that I’m pregnant, you felt some kind of obligation to tell me the truth since, you know, I’m carrying an heir to some dead species or whatever.” 

“It’s not like that.” Kara closed her hands in fists, turning her head to the side. She couldn’t meet the coldness in Lena’s eyes. 

“Humor me, Supergirl, how is it then?”

Kara bit her lower lip, one hand threading through her hair. She could feel the heat radiating from Lena’s body, could see her ab muscles flexing, could smell the swell of her scent, her omega presence, and if she focused, Oh, Rao, if she focused she could hear—

“Don’t.” 

Kara snapped her head up from the intense stare directed at Lena’s midriff. The omega had taken a step back, a protective hand over her abdomen, and Kara gaped. 

“Don’t use any of your powers to get out of this conversation,” Lena warned, eyes bright. She had graced herself with light makeup and a high ponytail, but she wore jeans and a long-sleeved, gray shirt, a simple attire from her usual choices. 

“I like you,” Kara confessed, out of practice and out of timing. Lena took another step back, hitting the table with her hips. “I’ve liked you for a long time, and I couldn’t fathom destroying our friendship over my feelings. You were always part of Kara Danvers’ life and not Supergirl’s, and I just…” Kara Danvers, you are my hero. “I was afraid to lose you.” She found Lena’s eyes, and the intensity there softened for a moment. 

“I need some time.” Lena said and turned her back.

“I understand.” Kara took a deep breath; Lena’s scent, even when they were fighting, still soothed her nerves. Kara’s alpha had chosen Lena a long time ago.

Kara walked to the door and gave one last glance at Lena, who hadn’t moved. Alex was outside, but Kara wasn’t able to face her sister without the urge to cry, so she headed towards the stairs. 

Alex took it as her queue to enter the room. 

“So…” Alex started, wheeling her equipment close to the bed. 

Lena wiped at her face with her sleeve, feeling her cheeks warm. 

“There are two bathrooms at the back of the room, and there are gowns in there for you to change into.” Alex seemed surprisingly neutral with everything. Lena hardened her own expression and nodded. 

Her anger was not aimed at the older Danvers, since she could see the logic of keeping Kara's Identity a secret. But Lena hated being the only one in the room not knowing something so important. 

“What kind of exams do you intend to perform? I’ve done multiple tests at L-Corp and didn’t find anything out of the ordinary.” Her voice sounded steady, and for that, Lena was grateful.

“How familiar are you with Kryptonian anatomy? My initial concern is how your body will react to a Kryptonian fetus.”

"Half-Kryptonian," Lena corrected.

Lena had many secret files on Kryptonian anatomy, but Alex did not need to know that. Also, Alex’s data were probably from Kara herself, which was something Lena lacked. As much as she wanted to leave that place as soon as possible, an unfamiliar instinct told her that the best for her pup was to at least listen to what Alex had to say. 

“What concerns would that be?”

“Superman didn’t present his powers until his teen years, but he always had a different metabolic rate, caloric ingestion, and disease resistance.” Alex was all business, and Lena breathed a relieved sigh. “But Kara did not grow up here and manifested her abilities from day one.”

“Are you suggesting this pup could have super strength in the womb?” The idea sent a cold shiver down her spine, and one hand rested on her belly. They both knew what that would mean for Lena. 

“You’re still here, so not for now. But it’s not unlikely.” Alex donned black gloves over her hands and started the process of sanitizing the probe.

Beyond the glass, Lena found Kara’s eyes on the other side of the DEO floor. She found blue laced with worry and frowned.

“Can she hear us?”

Alex turned her attention from her preparation to find Kara leaning over the railings on the opposite side of the hall. 

“Yes,” Alex answered without a beat. “But she won’t if you ask her not to.”

Lena locked eyes with Kara. “Stop.”

Kara nodded and paced away. She had closed her yellow button-up to cover her suit, but her hair was down and her face free of the usual frames. 

“Have you felt any tiredness? Nausea? Increased appetite?”

Lena’s attention went back to Alex, who was now closing the curtains around the bed to shield Lena from curious eyes. She nodded at each question. 

Alex noted something down on her tablet. As Lena turned to change, Alex called her back.

“I know this can be a lot,” she started, not meeting Lena’s eyes. “But please know you’re in good hands. This pup is family.” She looked up at Lena. Her alpha scent spiked for a moment, and Lena felt a soft wave of safety. 

“Thank you.”

She tried her best not to cry inside the bathroom as she changed. The water was cold against her face, and she could feel her emotions fighting to break free from the endless little boxes she had pushed them into. But she was Lena Luthor, and she was not going to freak out. 

The exam was simple, effective. Alex didn’t ask much, taking measures from the grainy image and typing away on her tablet. When she asked if Lena wanted to hear the heartbeat, the omega hesitated. 

After the whirlwind of emotions that had been the last twenty-four hours, that would be the moment to make it real. She wasn’t sure what to say, but she must have nodded because the next thing she could focus on was the rapid beating coming from the monitor.

“Would you look at that,” Alex said affectionately, and it was the first time in that morning Lena saw her smile. 

“Yeah,” Lena breathed deeply. She cleared her throat when Alex turned the machine off. 

“I’d suggest we keep the checkups here, but I understand if you want to do similar procedures at L-Corp. I’m not an OBGYN, but we have doctors who specialize in alien pregnancy.”

Lena had to admit she did not have that. There could be someone in the market for hire, but if anyone got a whisper of who sired this child… another unfamiliar wave of protectiveness filled her lungs, and she shook her head.

“I agree that we need to keep this in a low profile.” She stood from the table.

Alex discarded her gloves and pulled part of the curtains away to let Lena walk back to the bathroom to change.

Lena caught another glance of Kara at the same place against the railings. She was on her side, one hand fidgeting on her temple, and frowning so deep Lena thought she had never seen Kara Danvers like that.

Blue eyes found her again, and she looked away.

“Did you record it?” Lena asked, one hand on the bathroom doorknob. 

Alex threw her gloves in the trash and was working on pulling the rest of the privacy curtains away. “Yes. But you don’t have to worry, no one will—”

“You can give it to her.” The bathroom door closed softly behind Lena.

[writershapeholeonthedoor]

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Requests

SUPERCORP

One-Shots

Yellow Sun: Lena had never been more comfortable in her entire life

It's Cold Outside: 6 times Lena feels cold and 1 time Kara promises to keep her warm

Good Luck Kisses: There's a new trend around

You marked more than just my skin: Kara gets a tattoo and Lena is an tattoo artist

Dino gear: Kara’s main goal is to make Lena happy

You look perfect: Lena can't stop staring

I'm slowly dying (with or without you): Lena has a panic attack, Kara’s there

Old friends: Sam attends Alex's wedding.

Baby Driver: Lena doesn't know how to drive and Kara offers to teach her so she can take her license, however, driving proves to be harder than Lena thought it would be.

Drabbles

Kara declaims short poems at Lena part 1

Kara declaims short poems at Lena part 2

Supercorp at Quarantine part 1

Fanart/Gif sets drabbles (inspired by fanarts or gif sets from other people)

Wives spending a cozy night at home

Only bought this dress so you could take it off

Kara explaining her tattoos

Lena’s Birthday

BISHOVA

Slumber Party: Yelena wants to have a slumber party tonight.

That is not cutlery: Yelena keeps coming back and Kate just might end up wanting her to stay.

CAROLNAT

I Wanna Believe (that we're a masterpiece): Natasha seems to be unable to take care of herself, so Carol decides she will be the one to do that.

WANDANAT

Pillow talk: Natasha is back from a mission and all she wants is to see Wanda. Wanda, however, is already enterteined with another activity.

Take Care: Everyone tries to warn Wanda what a bad idea it is to fall in love with the big, bad, scary spy.

TWILIGHT

Drabble: Cute Rosalie and Charlie bonding moment.

Bella is high: Bella smokes weed.

FLORENCE PUGH X READER

Sunday Plans: It's a lazy Sunday morning and Florence has an important question for you

Happy Together: A cute unplanned date night with your girlfriend, Florence.

Black widow: Cooking With Flo is back and you make an accidental cameo that get the entire world to know about you relationship with Florence.

Kiss me more: This is the first time your friends are meeting your girlfriend and you're excited about it.

Sunrise in the East: Reader is very happy having one-night stands or having friends with benefits, avoiding any serious relationship for a while now. However, things change and she suddenly starts to think that dating wouldn't be all that bad.

SCARLETT JOHANSSON X READER

Mrs Hollywood: It's not always easy to date a Hollywood star.

Make up your mind: You ask Scarlett out on a date.

Mayores: Someone sends you flowers and your girlfriend isn't happy about it.

ELIZABETH OLSEN X READER

Marry you: During an interview, someone asks you to marry them and your girlfriend isn't happy about it.

Marry you (part 2): Your girlfriend proposed, your friends are happy for you, and you still have work to do.

Marry you (part 3): It's time for the world to know about your relationship.

Cool kids: Elizabeth meets your son.

Love me harder: You are having a nice day out with Elizabeth when a paparazzi stumble over you.

Happier than ever: Your last relationship was toxic and you're still coping with that.

Only girl: You and Elizabeth enjoy a quiet night at home.

She's so lovely: Elizabeth introduces you to the world.

Lay all your love (on me): You get hired to be Elizabeth’s love interest in her new movie and nothing could prepare you to how your life would change upon meeting her.

Skin: *SMUT* There are times when you need Elizabeth to consume you.

Runnin' home to you: After months of trying, it’s time to tell your wife that you're pregnant.

Dog days are over: Elizabeth isn’t a dog person… but you are. After the puppy interview, you try to convince your girlfriend to take one of them home.

Tattooed heart: You have tattoos everywhere and your girlfriend suffers from severe anxiety. You learned to walk around with Sharpies to help her out.

Into you: A quiet day at home with the person that consumes your every breath.

| Last updated: Jan. 20th, 2024.

[scribbling-punk]

Piercing, furious shrieks echo around the house, a relentless bombardment to Kara’s sensitive hearing. She sighs and peers around the doorway into the hall, grimacing as Lena attempts to wrangle their little rebel. The baby gates, whilst installed with the best of intentions for their child’s safety, has become the bane of Lily’s life.

Each and every stubborn attempt to scale them is met with a firm no from Kara or Lena, and each time, the warning is followed by angry tears and impressive tantrums that seem to last forever.

“I always thought that the terrible twos was just an exaggeration,” Lena says wryly, attempting to gently peel tiny fingers away from the bars of the gate. “Come on, darling, there’s nothing fun upstairs for you, anyway,” she quietly pleads, reduced to doing something she utterly despises—begging.

“NO!” Lily turns to Lena with eyes so much like her own and, unfortunately, the same annoyingly stubborn will shining inside of them. “Up!”

“No, darling,” Lena shakes her head and offers a sympathetic smile, “the stairs aren’t a safe place to play.” She waits for Lily to take a brief break from grabbing the bars and scoops the little one into her arms with a kiss to her flushed forehead, gentle thumbs swiping at Lily’s tears. The toddler’s only response is to bury her face in Lena’s neck, her tiny body heaving with frustrated sobs.

It’s clear that she doesn’t understand the newfound barriers, only that they have instantly curtailed her precious freedom to explore.

Lena and Kara share a helpless glance over the curly head.

“Let’s just do our best to distract her,” Kara murmurs. “The gates are new so it’s a big deal, but Lil will get used to them, I promise.” She closes the gap between her and Lena and takes an unhappy Lily into her arms, “we’ve got half a toy store strewn around every room of this house thanks to Andrea. There’s gotta be something,” Kara shrugs, “it’s worth a shot.”

“She’s just so…. Stubborn,” Lena laughs dryly, offering a lame shrug.

“Just like someone else I know,” Kara’s eyes twinkle with amusement and she playfully jiggles Lily, “but at least she got your pretty eyes, too.”

Ko-Fi

[lestisticpsycho]

Supercorptober Day 1: Wild

It's the little things in life that bring the most joy. Kara knew that. She loved the way the sunlight drifted through her curtains in the morning. The way her fuzzy blanket cocooned her in a lazy warmth. The smell of coffee floating in from the kitchen as the machine whirred to life. The sounds of the city waking up on a Sunday morning.

Kara loved it all. But the little thing she loved most was the way Lena's normally perfect hair looked so wild as she slept, snuggled into Kara's side.

[wheremollyat]

She's sitting alone in her room on her 16th birthday waiting for the words to show up. She knows they usually show up on your arm somewhere, but that's not always the case. She is standing naked in front of her mirror just waiting.

She feels silly. Do most people wait like this? With anticipation burning in every inch of their body? They must right? It's a soulmate for god's sake. People probably wait for their marks with bated breath.

A soulmate.

What a concept. A person destined to love you no matter what. After the childhood she's had, Lena could use some love like that.

"Ah," the breath hisses through her teeth when she feels the burning start. She grabs her left arm with her right hand and turns it to see the inside of her bicep.

Words are burning into her skin. Dark against her pale complexion. She squeezes her right hand tightly around her elbow trying to ease some of the pain. And just as suddenly as it started, it stops.

"Rao, what a klutz."

Lena's brow furrows. "Rao?" she questions out loud. "What the hell does that mean?"

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Lena is standing alone in her office. She's had a busy morning, but cleared herself some time to panic before the reporter from CatCo is supposed to get here. She isn't sure she is ready for her first big interview.

She keeps fiddling with the sleeves of her blazer. She hasn't been this nervous in a while. She's 23 and heading up one of the largest tech companies in the country. She knows she is bound to get some detractors. Being a Luthor already has her at a disadvantage and now she is going to be one of the youngest CEOs in history. Let alone a woman.

She's spiraling.

She closes her eyes, drops her hands to her sides and takes a deep breath.

"Why did I agree to do this again?" she whispers to herself. She flicks her hands a few times shaking out the nerves. "She is going to be here for a few days," she mumbles. "You just have to get her to like you. She needs to like you."

Lena knows it's a good plan. CatCo is a well-respected media company. If she can get this reporter to write a favorable article people might give her a chance. They might believe her when she says all she wants to do is right the wrongs of her family.

"Miss Luthor?" The intercom on her desk crackles to life. "A Miss Kara Danvers from CatCo is here for you."

She takes a final deep breath as her heart takes off into a gallop.

"Bring her in, Jess," she says into the intercom. Her voice sounds steadier than she expected.

She walks out from behind her desk closer to the large double doors of her office. She's ready to receive her visitor with a warm smile and firm handshake.

One of the doors opens revealing Jess her assistant. She holds the door for someone walking behind her. Before Lena can get a look at her, the young woman stumbles over the threshold and almost takes Jess out.

"Rao, what a klutz."

Lena's heart stops. She feels frozen to the spot. Ice pours into her veins, flooding down her spine and locking her up like a statue.

The young blonde woman looks up with stunning blue eyes and an adorably soft deprecating smile. Her glasses have slipped down her nose slightly, but she reaches up to adjust them on instinct before extending a hand toward Lena. She closes the distance between them and Lena has yet to move.

"Sorry about that. Hi, I'm Kara Danvers from CatCo," she introduces herself and her smile broadens across her face. It's like looking at the sun.

Lena's heart clenches in her chest as if she's been struck by lightning. She's staring at this beautiful woman and can't quite believe what's happening. Her mind is racing. She's about to say something when the reality of what is happening descends on her like a dark cloud.

She doesn't have time for this.

She's 23.

She's just taken over a huge tech company.

She's just moved to a new city.

She's just dumped her boyfriend a few months ago.

She's fighting to repair the image of a family that's mostly in jail right now.

She has to convince the world that she is a good person with good intentions for this massive company.

She can't do all that and deal with meeting her soulmate.

She doesn't have time for this.

The words she was going to say die on her tongue. She turns and briskly walks back behind her desk. She hears Kara exhale roughly and sees her extended hand drop back to her side. Lena looks at her one last time before she resolves not to say a word to this woman for the next four days.

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Kara cannot believe this is happening. An entire day and all she has is a notebook page full of observations and not one single quote. Miss Luthor didn't speak a single word to her.

She is racking her brain trying to figure out how she messed this up so badly. She even flagged down Miss Luthor's assistant at one point and asked if the young CEO is always like this.

"Like what?" she asked Kara.

Kara searched for the right word. She didn't want to be mean. "Quiet?" she finally landed on.

Jess, Kara remembered her name, looked confused. "Quiet?" she asked.

"Yeah, she hasn't said one word to me," Kara explained.

Jess's brow furrowed even more. "I mean, no. She's not usually quiet. She's usually..." she trailed off. She looked like she was studying Kara for a moment. "She's usually very nice. Warm even," she added.

"Great," Kara mumbled. "Thanks."

What did she do to this woman? Why couldn't she get Miss Luthor to answer one simple question? This isn't good. Cat is going to kill her if she screws up her first real assignment as a reporter.

She is determined though. She has four more days with Miss Luthor. She isn't going to let this opportunity pass her by. She is going to get Miss Luthor to talk to her if it's the last thing she does.

She goes to Luthor Corp the next day with a single-minded focus of getting Lena Luthor to speak to her.

She fails.

Despite seeing Miss Luthor interact with several of her employees directly, Kara can't seem to get one word from her. She's starting to wonder if she developed a new invisibility power overnight.

On her fourth day with Miss Luthor she has given up all together. She faces the fact that she isn't going to get a quote from the young CEO. She is going to have to go back to CatCo with her tail between her legs and admit that maybe she isn't ready for this promotion after all.

She resigns herself to following quietly behind Miss Luthor as the CEO goes about her day. She can tell by the way the brunette speaks to her employees that she is a fantastic boss. She's caring and complimentary when she needs to be and stern when the situation calls for it. But she is never cruel. She cares about her people and her company. Kara takes copious notes and tries her best to outline an article without asking Miss Luthor a single interview question.

She doesn't ask the subject of her article a single question on the fourth day. She simply watches and waits for the day to pass. She asks a few of Miss Luthor's employees questions and they answer her happily. It's clear they like their boss and their jobs.

It makes her wonder again what she could have done to make the CEO ignore her.

She makes her way back up to Miss Luthor's office after making her rounds of the downstairs employees. Jess is gone from her desk so Kara knocks on the office door herself.

"Miss Luthor?" she calls into the wood grain. She waits, but doesn't hear a response. She almost face palms when she remembers that the young brunette hasn't spoken to her yet and why would she start now.

Kara opens the door slightly. "Miss Luthor, I'm done for the day," she calls into the open space. She sees the empty white desk across the room and decides to step further into the office. Only she stumbles over the threshold just like she did that first morning.

"Shoot," she grumbles as she drops her notebook and pen. She scurries to pick them up, glad that no one saw it this time.

Only she isn't so lucky. She hears soft chuckles coming from the seating area in front of her.

"Dammit, why'd you have to be so cute?" she hears Miss Luthor's soft voice. Her heart stops in her chest as she looks up to meet beautiful green eyes. She is still crouched on the ground having just grabbed her notebook and pen.

She feels her soulmate mark buzzing pleasantly on the inside of her right thigh. She stares dumbfounded for an elongated period as the implications of this pour over her.

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Lena feels her arm buzzing warmly. She reaches for it subconsciously. She squeezes her bicep, but resists the urge to look at the mark. She knows what happens next, everyone does. Now that they have both said their piece, the marks will glow white before fading into obscurity. Somewhere in her mind she wishes she could see Kara's before it fades. She quickly shuts that thought down. She doesn't have time to care for this adorable geek that has quite literally stumbled into her life.

She looks up at the blonde still kneeling in front of her. Kara stares at her unspeaking for nearly a minute before she decides to take pity on her.

"I'm sorry about not talking to you," she says in nearly a whisper. Kara doesn't move. "You can imagine my surprise when you fell into my office on Monday morning and said the words that have been imprinted on my arm for 7 years."

"Probably about as surprised as I am right now," Kara finally finds her voice. She doesn't move though.

Lena thinks about the words Kara said that very first day. "What does Rao mean?" Kara's eyebrows climb onto her forehead. "I've tried to look it up in all kinds of books, but always came up empty."

"It's from my religion," Kara answers seemingly on auto-pilot. A moment later it's like the spell is broken. Her brow furrows and she finally rises to standing again.

"What religion is that?" Lena asks, but Kara ignores her question.

"So you were just going to try not to talk to me the whole week so that I wouldn't know we were soulmates?" She doesn't sound mad, just perplexed. Lena is thankful for that. She doesn't want to hurt Kara's feelings. She just has no time to even eat these days let alone fall in love.

"Pretty much," Lena sums up with a shrug.

Kara laughs. Her smile is brilliant and Lena's breath catches. Kara's blonde head tilts back exposing her neck and collarbones. Lena wishes she wasn't so attracted to the reporter, but she supposes that would defeat the whole purpose of soulmates.

"You had to know that wasn't going to work," Kara finally says after her laughter stops. "That isn't how destiny works."

"Destiny?"

"Yes, Miss Luthor, destiny."

Lena quirks a brow at the older woman. "I'm not sure I believe in such a thing."

"Oh I do," Kara says sagely. She moves minutely closer to the white couch where Lena is perched. "Do you know how many things had to go perfectly right for me to end up in this office on Monday morning? For us to even exist together in this moment at the same time?"

"Enlighten me," Lena challenges.

Kara laughs, but it isn't bitter. She sounds delighted. Lena can't believe this ray of sunshine is her soulmate. She's like an embodiment of a golden retriever. The silver lining to Lena's dark cloud.

"Oh, I will. But not today." Kara smiles sweetly. Lena's heartrate takes off. Dammit.

"I'm gonna go," Kara says evenly and points a thumb over her shoulder at the door. Lena tries not to deflate. "I'll be back first thing in the morning and we are going to get this interview and article wrapped up. Now that we know what we are to each other, we can just have a normal conversation."

"You're taking this in stride," Lena compliments.

"Why wouldn't I? I just found my soulmate," she says excitedly. She starts to back away slowly from the couch.

"I don't have time for a soulmate right now," Lena rushes to say. She doesn't want Kara to get her hopes up.

"Okay," Kara answers plainly. She's still backing up to the door of Lena's office.

"Why are you still smiling?" Lena questions.

"Do you have time for a friend?"

"Not really."

Kara stops walking. "Lena," she says softly. Lena feels like she might melt into the couch. Her name has never sounded so good. "Let me be your friend."

She's so earnest it's unsettling. Lena doesn't know what to do. She isn't sure it's a good idea to have Kara around all the time. She has to focus. She had a plan. Move to National City. Share her home with a super. Prove to the world that a Luthor can be a force for good alongside Supergirl instead of against her.

She had a plan.

And yet...

"Please," Kara murmurs. "Let's just be friends for now and we can sort out the soulmate thing later."

"Fine," she agrees quietly. "Friends."

"Friends." The smile that takes over Kara's face is radiant. It fills Lena's chest with warmth. She fights the urge to smile back and loses. She's in trouble.

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A month later, when Kara kisses her for the first time, she's glad that she finally decided to talk to the blonde woman after all. It's a kiss that makes her breath catch, her mind go numb, and her heart race. She definitely isn't just friends with Kara after that.

A month after they officially start dating she finally learns what Rao means. She is more than a little surprised, but weirdly a part of her knew. No one is that sunshiny all the time.

Then a year later she quite literally shares her home with a super. Maybe destiny is real and it has a very clever sense of humor.

Also have another “first words spoken to you are on your skin” soulmate AU idea where Kara is a journalist assigned to shadow the controversial CEO of L-Corp for the day. It’s a big deal for her to get this assignment, so of course she trips the second she’s near the other woman and tries awkwardly to redeem herself.

The CEO stares at her almost in shock, and then says nothing. At all. Ever, for the entire day.

Kara spends hours following Lena Luthor around trying to fill the silence, but no amount of questions get her to talk. Lena almost seems to be running away at some points - like she’s trying to lose her? - and the few times she’s managed to catch her actually talking to someone she goes silent the second she sees Kara.

She asks around if Miss Luthor is usually like this and everyone looks at her like she’s crazy. Apparently she’s the only one who gets the silent treatment. By the end of her first day shadowing she’s walking away with half a page of observations and not a single quote. Miss Grant is going to kill her.

But that’s okay. It’s fine, this isn’t over. She has four days of shadowing ahead of her and she’ll be damned if she doesn’t finish this with a quote from the woman herself. It’s only a matter of time.

[harleychick91]

The Awakening

I’m starting a new series on AO3 where each chapter is based off of a different SuperCorp meme I’ve seen online. They may have different ratings so please be aware and read each story summary. I’ll give credit to the meme creator if it’s on the image/I find them otherwise.

WarLord1981 and I brainstormed and wrote most of these together to create chaos, shenanigans, and maybe some emotional turmoil with happy endings.

Check out chapter one on AO3

[grtmnick]

Lena Luthor had never taken a snapshot so quickly or candidly as she'd just done while hustling off the stage after announcing her spontaneous decision to move the newly rebranded L-Corp's headquarters to National City.

Her fingers sped through her phone's menus and in an instant she found herself adding the picture to a newly created contact. Without even intending to, she entered the name, "boyfriend material," and within the phone number field she'd input the word, "imminent."

With the draft contact card saved, she cursed herself under her breath for a relapse of chronic useless bisexuality.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Okay okay so could you do a soulmate fic with Lena x reader? Or SuperCorp any pairing you’d like where they can see their soulmate in the mirror one night every Friday? You can take it how you want! Run or walk with the request!!

Tied Fate

|| Lena Luthor x soulmate!reader

|| Warnings; brief stalker mention, nervousness from both Lena and reader, reader has self doubt, fluffy, short drabble

|| Summary; when Lena holds a note to the mirror for reader, they finally meet each other.

Requests open!

Started; February 18th

Finished; February 18th

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A universe where everyone had a destined soulmate; you know who yours is. Being able to see her every Friday night in the mirror. She was stunning and you couldn't believe your destiny was tied to the Lena Luthor.

As much as you were excited, you couldn't help feeling nervous. To you she was way out of your league. Lena was absolutely beautiful, rich, powerful... everything you didn't think you were. How could the universe have paired you with someone like her when you were just- you?

This Friday night was different than the others. As you sat there, admiring Lena, she held up a note to you. One that made your eyes go wide.

Note; meet me at L-Corp, tomorrow morning, 11am.

Neither of you had even realized you could communicate with each other. Lena had been testing a theory of hers and, judging your reaction, it had worked. Previously, she had already figured out the two of you couldn't talk through the mirror. Having tried that, with you failing to understand her. So, this was her next option. Of course, Lena wasn't overly surprised that it worked. It seemed with the mirrors you could see anything the person on the other side was doing while present there. Making it reasonable to assume that holding a note would get a message across. Now all that was left was to wonder if you would show up at all. She was really, really hoping you would.

Despite whatever you may think about yourself, Lena loved you. She saw all the things about you that you couldn't and she couldn't wait to finally see you in person.

Time seemed to go by quickly. The next thing Lena knew, it was 11am the next day. With her pacing around her office, dressed in one of her nice work suits. Waiting quite impatiently for your arrival. Lena made sure to tell her assistant before hand that if you arrived, you were to be brought up to her office as soon as possible.

A few more minutes passed and, just as Lena was checking her watch with a frown, the door opened," Ms. Luthor?" Her assistant called, giving her a smile as she gestured for you to go in.

You walked through the door, dressed in one of your nicest outfits, looking rather nervous. Lena found your nervousness quite adorable," thank you, leave us." The assistant nodded and closed the door, heading back to her desk.

"That's a lovely outfit," Lena gave you a soft smile as she walked over to you. You who couldn't take your eyes off her.

"Y-you too... I'm Y/N-" you stuttered through your introduction, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. Lena chuckled, a gentle hand covering her mouth as her eyes seemed to sparkle with amusement.

"Yes, I'm quite aware. I've done my research," She smirked, then her eyes widened. "Oh Gosh, that sounded creepy. I promise you I didn't intend to come off as a stalker or anything-"

It was finally your turn to laugh, the tension leaving your shoulders. Giving your head a shake," you didn't, don't worry. I know what you meant. I did some research, too."

"Phew, good. That would have been a horrible first impression," Lena laughed with you.

She was glad you were understanding, a sign she respected in a partner. Lena was interested to see where this relationship would go and how tied your fate truly was.

[writershapeholeonthedoor]

"No."

Kara stopped in her tracks. "No?"

Lena shook her head where she was laying on the couch. She must have slept while they watched the movie before and she just knew she would regret that little nap on the couch in the morning. Her back would handle it badly, she just knew it.

"No," Lena repeated, throwing her arm across her face to hide from the brightness of the lamp. "I don't make birthdays."

The reply, along with the moody attitude from Lena, made Kara laugh happily, throwing her head back and all. Lena's lips curled a bit in a small smile when she heard her favorite sound in the entire world, but she kept hidding her face even when Kara started walking close to her again. The blonde sat down at the edge of the couch and leaned over to out the cupcake on top of the coffee table so she could place one hand at the back of the couch and the other one on Lena's hip.

"Really?" Kara asked with a smile. "Since when?"

"Since I was eighteen," Lena replied with a grumble.

"So you're eighteen then?" Kara joked. "That mean you can't drink, right?"

Lena hesitated for a moment before she peeked at Kara from under her arm. "I was mistaken before. I'm twenty one."

Kara’s contagious laugh took over again and Lena groaned before hiding her face once more. "Come on, babe. I bought you a cupcake and all. It's your birthday. The day we celebrate your life and all of that," she tried to coax her girlfriend to look at her, curling her fingers around Lena's arm to try to pull away. She didn't use any of her strenght to do it, but Lena allowed the movement with another groan.

"I don't want to be older." Lena moved a bit on the couch to give Kara more space to sit on and her hand moved to rest on the blonde's thigh. "Things will start to fall pretty soon," she complained.

Kara huffed a laugh as she leaned down to kiss Lena's lips. "Come on, birthday girl. We can keep telling people you're twenty one, as long as you allow me to celebrate the fact that you're alive."

Lena sighed and looked at the cupcake still trying to keep her façade, although her smile didn’t let her fool anyone. She had never received a cupcake on her birthday. And having Kara there also made things much easier.

Even so, she sighed again and patted Kara’s leg. "Okay, fine. But you’re not allowed to sing Happy Birthday."

"Too bad. I got you a candle and all."

"Not singing, Kara."

"Happy birthday to you..."

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Cooking with Cuddles

〚 Notes - small lil drabble, I'm trying to get back into writing but its hard :,) sorry about the breaks/gaps, I'm doing my best :,) 〛

〚 Pairing - Supercorp 〛

〚 Summary - Lena is being whiny, Kara just wants to make her some food. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 450 〛

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“Karaaaaaa.”  

The Kyrptonian rolled her eyes fondly at the sound of her name being raspily whined from the direction on their bedroom. Lena had been in a whiny mood ever since waking up and showed no signs of stopping. 

“Yes love?” She called back, leaning back to take a peek into their bedroom. Kara couldn’t keep herself from giggling quietly, their bedroom door was wide open, so she was able to get a perfect view of her girlfriend who’d apparently decided to sit up and cocooned herself in their main blanket with only her face exposed - on which she wore a small, adorable pout. 

“I’m cold…” 

Kara chuckled softly, admiring Lena's adorable pout. She shuck her head in amusement, trying and failing to hold back a growing smile, “Oh really, is that so? Y’know with all those blankets you’re hiding in; I really couldn’t tell.”  

“I’m being serious!” The CEO mumbled, moving to hide her face behind a blanket as she coughed raspily, her pout deepening in response, “Karaaaaaa, please? You’re the only thing that can warm me up right now.” 

“Baby, I’m making you some food right now, you’ve gotta eat. I promise as soon as I’m done making you some delicious pancakes we can cuddle for as long as you want.”  

“Please…?” 

Oh, how could she deny that pout any longer? She couldn't resist Lena's adorable plea, her heart melting at the sight of her girlfriend wrapped up in blankets, looking so small and needy. With a soft sigh, she surrendered, "Alright, come here, you big baby."  

Lena had her wrapped around her finger and she knew it. Kara already knew exactly what she wanted before she’d even asked. 

“Come on, get on then.” She said, sitting down on the edge of their bed. 

A small grin spread across Lena’s face as she crawled out of the big blanket bundle, swapping it for the thin grey blanket they usually kept at the end of their bed. Lena wrapped it around herself before turning back to wrap her legs around Kara’s waist whilst her hands wrapped around her upper torso to hold on with. 

Of course, Kara had no problem carrying her like this and stood up effortlessly with Lena cuddling into her back, “Rao, you’re like a little koala, y’know that?” She teased, feeling her girlfriend’s head come to rest on her shoulder as they made their way back out to the kitchen. There was no doubt it was going to be a little harder to cook now that she had her girlfriend clutched onto her back but of course she’d find a way to make it work. 

“You’re so lucky I love you.” 

“I know.” 

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FEMSLASH FEBRUARY 2025 #1: Headcanon that Cameron and Donna both contribute and donate to Archive of Our Own Dot Org

Cameron and Donna both have ao3 accounts, but didn’t realize it until Donna went to respond to a Captain Janeway/Seven of Nine fic only to see a complimentary comment that had been left by a licoriceatmutinydotnet. Donna replied to their reply, “…Cameron?” Cameron figured out that the comment had been left by Donna from her username, TheSymphonic, and replied, “Nope sorry wrong number BYE”.

Donna has not let Cameron live this reply down, but they’ve learned to co-exist peacefully and independently on the site:

Sometimes they sit at the kitchen table and work on their WIPs at the same time, but they also lovingly mostly ignore each other’s fics and comments

Cameron does more writing, and Donna does more reading and commenting/encouraging

Cameron mostly writes domestic fluff, while Donna will post unabashed smut

Donna only writes about sapphic pairings, while Cameron frequently writes m4m and bisexual m4f

Cameron writes long multi-chapter fics, while Donna only writes one-shots, and is known for posting steamy drabbles

Donna will write fics about any and every ship that speaks to her, while Cameron has a short list of fandoms to which she contributes

They’re both heavy into Star Trek, The X-Files, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer, obviously

Cameron also writes about Westworld, Lost, Battlestar Galactica, and The Lord of the Rings. Her most popular fics by far are the ones she writes about bi!Aragorn/bi!Arwen

Donna’s all-time favorite ships are Scully/Reyes and Faith/Willow; lately she’s been into Supercorp, the couple from the new Orphan Black series which then led her back to Trishica and other Jessica Jones fics, and, of course, Caitvi

Cameron mostly keeps her favorite fics to herself, but Donna sends her favorites to Cameron regularly

Lately she sends her a lot of Caitvi fics, and Cameron dutifully looks at all of them, not having the heart to tell her that she’s more into Jayvik, and is also intrigued by the rare Sevika/Jinx pairing

They’ve had multiple conversations about the criticisms that ao3 gets for allowing stories about assault and abuse, and reached the conclusion that ao3 shouldn’t be held responsible for the very tiny but vocal minority of users who go around threatening to abuse in real life if they can’t post their assault and murder and incest fics and might pose an actual danger

They’ve both been downloading their favorite fics, because they’re both worried about the site being targeted and/or shut down, and have had multiple conversations about both

While this is obviously a huge bummer, Donna is coping by throwing herself into the very popular Caitvi NASA fic, and Cameron has started to read and enjoy it too