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xinakwans · 3 years ago

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unlikely heroes (ch. 8)

a/n: lol just discovered it’s been a full month since the last chapter <3 anyway here’s the continuation of my version of the dc universe :)

warnings: canon typical violence, captain atom bitching for a whole chapter. also everyone is just. lying with their full chests all the time

“Play that back, again,” Nate asked, leaning against the desk.

Eve rewound the footage from the CCTV footage they had recovered from Punch and Jewlee’s attack on Winnie.

“Wait, I recognize that voice. From J’onn’s reconnaissance,” he peered closer at the footage, noting the way the teal and black antihero turned savior wielded his blade.

She looked up from her computer, staring at him.

“Not only did you have them followed, but you had them video-taped? And J’onn just… did that for you?”

“He owed me,” Nate shrugged.

Eve rolled her eyes, silently grateful she had never joined something like the Justice League.

“Anyway,” Nate started, not wanting to get into another debate about the pros and cons of something like the League, “that’s the voice of the boy that was with Winnie.”

Biting her lip, Eve considered her options.

She… had a few of her own secrets in Evergreen. Whatever Winnie was hiding from her was nothing compared to the little white lies she had gathered through the years. Her pile wouldn’t be quite so large if she hadn’t trained at the local gym one fateful day nearly ten years ago now.

It was meant to be just a loose work-out, just to keep limber. Eve wasn’t a hero anymore, but it’s hard to break habits. Especially ones that were trained into her from a young age. So, she would practice fighting stances, spar with the occasional opponent, and just remind herself of what she could do.

Unfortunately, she hadn’t noticed a familiar pair of glasses staring at her through the window of the gym.

Even if she had, Eve didn’t regret teaching him. Not then. And… only a little in the present, if she was honest.

“What do you know, Eve?” Nate asked, giving her an all too familiar look.

“It’s entirely possible that Winnie’s childhood best friend grew up to become the Vigilante,” Eve shrugged, trying to play it off as less serious than it was.

Nate stared at her, as if expecting any other confession than what she had revealed.

“He what?” Nate asked, barely able to string two words together.

“Well, at the time I just thought he needed some sort of outlet. I mean, the older boys were always so dismissive. And he wasn’t exactly popular in high school. A lot of bullying,” Eve explained.

Nate held the bridge of his nose, beginning to better understand what Eve’s too-big heart had done.

“And,” Eve continued, knowing if she looked up at him his eyes would just be filled with disappointment, “he made it sound like he just wanted to learn. He had a genuine interest.”

Nate scoffed, pacing around the room again. He had to stop himself from saying the first thing that came to mind.

He never was too good at that.

“So you wouldn’t train our daughter with her superpowers, but the first sad-looking teenage boy that waltzes up to you, you’ll train in the ways of martial arts?” he crossed his arms, standing in front of her again.

She shrank back, never having had someone put it so plainly in front of her before.

“I… it was different, I didn’t think–”

“Guess you didn’t,” he muttered.

Eve grew flustered, her head still spinning that a man she hadn’t seen in nearly twenty years was standing before her.

As if he knew what was best for Winnie, as if he had known every piece of information she had had at the time. She had worked with what she knew, and kept her daughter safe. That’s all that mattered.

“This isn’t why I contacted you, Nate. You don’t get to come into my house, when I asked for your help, and suddenly berate me for every choice I made in the last twenty years. I’ve done what I had to do. I was never under any impression that that boy would do anything more than have a casual interest in martial arts,” she snapped.

He sighed, and she knew she had made her point.

“I wasn’t trying to say–you know how I am with words. I just meant that… why wouldn’t you want Winnie to be able to protect herself?” he asked, looking up at the blurred image of Vigilante on screen.

“Because I did all of this,” she waved a hand around to the room, to the computer, the surveillance, to make her point, “to make sure she never had to. I didn’t want her growing up like me,” Eve admitted.

Nate frowned, looking like he wanted to argue.

“Don’t tell me it was useless or inevitable or that if I had really wanted that, I would have changed our names and everything else,” she crossed her arms, having already had this debate with herself for decades.

“Well, why didn’t you?” he asked quietly.

“I didn’t… everyone who mattered already knew who I was,” Eve shrugged.

“So the first time your credit card pinged out here and Waller saw, that didn’t matter?” he asked, something in his voice she couldn't name.

Eve grimaced, not liking his tone. She didn’t like this conversation, either. But he deserved as much of the truth as she could give him. And she had given him so little all those years ago.

“Knowing where I was was different than knowing Winnie was like us,” she argued.

The lights flickered and the sound of the front door could be heard from the fake wall protecting Eve’s hideout from the rest of the home.

“Is that–”

Eve swore under her breath.

“She wasn’t supposed to be home so soon. I gave her enough errands to run,” Eve frowned.

From behind the wall, the two of them could hear Winnie calling for her mother. They also heard an additional pair of footsteps.

Nate’s eyes went darker.

“Did she bring that boy with her?” he started towards the secret entrance, Eve blocking the way with her arms stretched, knowing what he wanted to do.

“She doesn’t know about you, Cap. She barely knows about us. And I don’t think seeing you in metal alloy mode would make it any better,” she said, watching as his skin turned from metallic silver to white again.

He moved to walk past her, still determined to put space between his daughter and her so-called friend.

Eve didn’t move, glaring at him.

He glared back.

“Fine. You want to know why I care about that kid so much? He was Winnie’s first real friend here. All those kids in D.C. just wanted to be around her because of her grandfather’s status. Their parents told them to get close to Winnie, so they did,” Eve said.

“But–”

“He has a lot of anger at the injustice of the world. He wanted to make the world safer for other people, and he thinks getting rid of the people who would hurt them would make it better. Now who does that remind you of?” Eve said, her gaze fixed on him.

“We are not the same–”

“But you were. I read your files, Nate. I know what you did. Both under orders and when you went your own direction. Everyone starts out somewhere, with their own moral compasses they won’t cross,” Eve continued.

Nate looked down, gripping his fists again.

He remembered when he’d first met Eve.

The past had a funny way of coming back to haunt him.

“How are you so sure he won’t, I don’t know, corrupt her?” he asked.

Eve rolled her eyes.

“He’s not her Plastique, Nathaniel,” she snarked.

“Bette didn’t–”

“I know. Think I’m allowed to have a little lingering resentment, all things considered. She did try to blow me up half a dozen times,” Eve pointed out.

Nate coughed, not knowing what to say.

They’d never really talked about the thing that kept them from getting back together.

Eve didn’t resent Bette for being what Nate wanted. She resented Nate for not seeing that Plastique would never want to live the life he wanted. When she had last seen Bette, she had known the woman had wanted out of anything that would remind her of her past.

And what was a bigger reminder than the man that foiled half of her plans?

But Eve had stayed quiet.

She gave Atom the documents to free Plastique, to indict Amanda Waller in her illegal treatment at Belle Reve. And she never asked him about any of it again. It wasn’t her place.

“So how exactly are you sneaking me out of your secret Nightshade Cave?” he asked, half smiling at his own joke.

“We should be fine. Heard them go upstairs about 5 minutes ago,” Eve said, already patting the couch and reaching for the recliner lever.

He joined her, fiddling with his hands in his lap. The plans, the missions, that was all stuff he knew how to handle. But talking about what was between them?

Nate didn’t have a damn clue.

They spun back around to her living room, and the silence lingered.

Neither of them wanted to break it.

Luckily, it wasn’t up to them.

“Hey, Mom, I–” Winnie froze at the bottom of the stairs, amazed to see a man sitting beside her mother on their couch.

He looked to be around her mother’s age, with a full silver head of hair. But Winnie wasn’t really sure how old her mother was, either. Eve claimed she aged slower, on account of her mother being from another dimension. So the man’s real age? A mystery.

But he looked like a mash-up of old 40s Hollywood Heartthrobs, and uncomfortable to have been spotted by her. Winnie tried not to wonder if her mother and this man were doing anything before she came down the stairs.

In all her time growing up, she had never seen her mother with a man. She knew, somewhere deep down, that her mother had to have had someone before. If any of the old heroes were to be believed, Eve Eden was something of a heart-breaker back in the day.

But actually seeing her mother sitting beside a man… that was a different story.

“Who’s this?” she asked, grabbing onto the stairwell for support. She thought if she let go she would pass out.

Her mother and the man shared a look.

“This is Cameron Scott, sweetie. An old CIA contact,” Eve explained, purposefully not looking at Nate.

“Wait, like from the board game?” Winnie asked, tilting her head in curiosity.

“The what–” Nate started, but Winnie was already running up the stairs again.

Eve groaned, holding her head in her hands.

“I forgot about that damn game. It’s called Capes & Cowls, and they do use a few real heroes in it. For obvious reasons they don’t have my identity, but you…” Eve trailed off, knowing they both remembered the press conference he held almost twenty-one years ago.

They heard the sound of footsteps again and muffled arguing.

“–don’t know it’s him–”

“–but I want to see!”

“–Mom’s friend!”

“–doesn’t even know you’re here, don’t move.”

Winnie came back down, holding a couple playing cards from Capes & Cowls in her hands.

“So, this is from the older edition, and it’s the original costume, but I still think it’s cool. That makes you Captain Atom, right?” Winnie asked.

The younger Eden held up the playing card, revealing a pop art style Captain Atom staring back at him, toothy grin and all.

He nodded, too dumbstruck to say anything to her.

“You… came to my birthday parties, right? You look kind of familiar,” Winnie squinted at him, as if to get a better look at him.

He paled, looking to Eve to say something.

Her eyes were glistening, and she cleared her throat, choking down her feelings.

“Yes, he did, Winnie,” Eve said softly.

Winnie looked between the two of them again, wondering what could have brought him all the way out here.

“Is he… helping with the problem we have?” she asked, knowing Adrian was probably listening at the foot of the stairs.

Eve resisted the urge to smile, seeing Winnie’s quick glance to the second floor.

“Yes, he is.”

“Oh… uh, thanks, then. You must be really good, Mom hasn’t wanted to ask for help from anybody in years,” Winnie said, leaning to one side.

“Winnie,” Eve admonished.

“What? It’s true–”

“I appreciate the sentiment, Winnie. But your mother’s always known her own limits. I’m here now because things are different,” Nate explained, looking at Eve.

Again Winnie felt out of place, like he was apologizing to her mother for something Winnie didn’t know anything about.

“...well if that’s all, I have to go back upstairs,” Winnie said, already stepping backwards to the stairs.

The two older adults went back to whatever conversation they were having before she came downstairs, and she thought she was in the clear.

Sighing, she tried to gather her thoughts. There was too much happening, with her mother reaching out to old contacts, her and Adrian and whatever their friendship was now. Winnie had always lamented how boring Evergreen was compared to DC. The last couple months had more than proved her wrong.

At the top of the stairs sat Adrian, asking a million questions with his eyes and pointing down to where her newly reacquainted Uncle Nate sat.

She shook her head, zipping her lips and pointed to her room.

“But–” Adrian started.

“No!” she hissed back.

“And Pooh?” Eve called.

The two of them froze, Winnie gripping Adrian’s arm out of instinct.

“Yeah?” she said back.

“Next time Adrian comes over, you don’t have to try to shove him up the stairs. Didn’t work in high school and it won’t work now,” Eve said a bit too gleefully.

“Hi, Ms. Eden!” Adrian called down, while Winnie held the bridge of her nose.

She gave him a look and he just shrugged.

But she smiled, because somehow, she missed this. Getting embarrassed by her mom wasn’t as bad when Adrian was around.

Winnie’s foot tapped incessantly on the ground, and she checked her phone’s clock again.

Vigilante was late.

The two of them were supposed to meet up tonight, Winnie finally ready to admit to him that she wanted to be Nightshade.

He probably already knew, with all the probing questions she asked about armor and how durable his suit was. But she wanted him to hear it from her. Somebody had to be her confidant in this, and her mother was out of the question. And anyone else… no, she wouldn’t. Adrian and her had just started to reconnect.

And she wouldn’t put him in danger.

Winnie already suspected that Peacemaker and Vigilante put him in enough danger with his idolization of them.

Another part of her scoffed at that, knowing Chris couldn’t remember his name half the time.

But Vigilante and Adrian… she couldn’t figure it out.

Sometimes their mannerisms were so similar, and she had to remind herself she wasn’t with the same man.

Later, Winnie wouldn’t understand how she didn’t see it sooner.

But sometimes we ignore the truths we need to see the most.

She leaned against the rooftop entry, looking out over the scant Evergreen skyline.

The two of them had started meeting on the roof of one of her old hangouts. It was a place her and some of her old high school friends would go on Fridays after games, one drink too many and all her memories of this place were blurs of laughs and boys and bad pick-up lines.

But the rooftop? That’s where she’d find herself when things slowed down in the rundown diner below.

Gut’s parents always made him drag Adrian along to high school parties, claiming he’d eventually click with his classmates.

It never really worked, but it gave Winnie and Adrian a place to go.

And now she had told Vigilante about it, and he had said he knew exactly where she meant.

But it was 10 minutes past their meet-up time. She figured she could give it another 10 minutes before she had to go back home.

A crash from behind her startled her, and she hesitantly moved the shadows to encompass the rooftop.

“Hello?”

A slight shriek let her know he was here.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, pulling back the shadows and bringing back the starry sky.

“That’s freaky,” Vigilante said.

Winnie bristled, tears pricking her eyes.

“Are you crying?” he asked, tilting his head in curiosity.

“You think I’m a freak?” she asked, sitting down against the wall of the roof.

Vigilante blinked, wondering where this was coming from.

“No. Why would I think that?”

She stared at him as if he’d grown a second head, and he reached for his neck nervously, unsure of what to make of her reaction.

“You just said that my powers were freaky,” she clarified.

“Dude, making the entire night sky disappear is freaky. But in a good way,” he said cheerfully.

“...thanks, I think,” she said after a moment.

He came and sat down beside her, flipping a knife in his hands.

Winnie sighed, and looked up at the stars.

Covering the entire rooftop with shadow was easy. The way her mother had spoken about her powers, she had made it seem like it took years to master the kind of things Winnie could do.

She wondered if her advanced abilities were from whoever her father was, if he somehow played into her strength.

“And what’s so bad about being a freak?” Vigilante asked.

Winnie blinked.

“I… it makes you stick out. It draws attention to you. And attention is bad, Vig,” she said, reciting her own mother’s words back to him.

“Yeah, sure. But then you have, like, zero ways of being interesting in adulthood,” Vigilante shrugged.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she looked at him, trying to gauge his expression through the mask.

Winnie didn’t know why she bothered, the visor was thick enough that even when she made out his features it didn’t give her enough to actually see who was under the mask.

And what were the chances of her actually knowing the guy, anyway?

“I got bullied like everyday for four years of high school and now I’m fucking amazing at all forms of fighting, a bunch of weapons and I get to call you my friend,” he said cheerfully.

She flushed at his last addition, still not used to praise from him.

“Okay, well you weren’t kicking butt in high school, were you?” she asked.

“I just said that,” Vigilante said bluntly.

Her eye twitched, but she continued, “It was safer for me. To just blend in to school. Be in the right crowds, staying firmly in the middle. Don’t stick out in any sort of way.”

Vigilante huffed at that, and Winnie couldn’t understand his reaction.

“If I had known you in high school I wouldn’t have said any of that about you,” he grumbled.

“You would have been the only one,” she shrugged.

He just made a non-committal sound at that, jumping up to his feet again after a long bout of silence.

“So why’d you wanna meet up here anyway?”

Winnie felt her heart speed up, wondering if she was really going to do this. She could still back out, she could never tell Vigilante about what she wanted to do. Picking up a forgotten mantle, something her mother had left to the past.

Eve may have closed the door on Nightshade, but that didn’t mean Winnie had to.

“I want to be Nightshade.”

Vigilante stiffened at her declaration.

“What, you think I can’t do it, Vig?” she crossed her arms, defenses up.

“I just… that’s dangerous, y’know?” he said quietly.

“I’m aware,” she clipped out.

“You could get hurt, or worse, and–”

“Who’s side are you on?!” she exclaimed, not expecting this reaction from him.

He was silent for a moment, collecting his thoughts. Maybe.

She couldn’t really tell through the visor.

“There’s no sides here, Winnie. I just don’t want you to get hurt,” he explained, trying to make her understand.

Winnie stood up, walking to the opposite side of the roof and looking over the skyline.

Yeah, Evergreen wasn’t Metropolis or Gotham or Coast City.

But it was her home.

And she knew that that alien in New York City couldn’t have been the first, and it wouldn’t be the last.

So she had to do something.

“You wouldn’t understand. I have to do this. It’s that great power and great responsibility thing,” she said, trying to close the matter.

“... I get that,” Vigilante said after a moment.

“So even if you don’t want to help me, or think I’m weak or whatever your reasoning is, I don’t care. There’s something out there, something evil that I have to take care of. And I’m the only one who knows about it,” Winnie explained, lifting her chin, almost daring him to argue again.

“Okay.”

“So… what does that mean?” she tilted her head.

“I don’t know what you need to do, but I know what it feels like to think you’re the only one who can stop all the bad shit in the world. So I’ll help you. But I don’t exactly know what you’d need me for if you have all of these hero connections,” he said the last part bitterly, and Winnie felt ashamed at that.

She didn’t really have those connections, they were her mother’s. And they were from twenty years ago.

How did any of that matter now?

“I lied,” she coughed, “I… don’t really know those heroes. I mean, yeah, they’d be at functions and other things. But my mother cut everybody off when we moved. I don’t know any of them anymore. She’s the only one I know who could help me make armor, and I doubt she wants that.”

Vigilante perked up at that.

“You need help making a suit?”

She smiled, knowing she had him hooked.

“Yeah. I can get the material from my mother’s old stuff, but I don’t know the best way to put together a costume. And the secret identity is the most important part of heroism,” she said.

“Okay, well first off, absolutely no boob windows. Those things don’t do anything for anybody. Secondly–”

“Slow down, V,” Winnie laughed.

Vigilante smiled at her, and it was almost enough to make him forget the promise he’d broken Eve.

She had called right as he was parking the Vigilante-Mobile to meet Winnie.

“Hello?” he answered, unnerved by the phone call.

Nobody called him except his mom and Gut, and sometimes his boss if he overslept after patrolling.

“Adrian Allen Chase, I cannot believe you,” came Eve’s voice from the other end.

He paled.

“Oh, uh, hi Ms. Eden. What’s up? Keeping it tight?” he joked, feeling his throat dry up.

“Don’t play me for a fool, Adrian. We’re going to talk about your extracurricular activities. But first and foremost: have you been hanging out with Winnie as Vigilante?” she asked point-blank.

“...no?”

“God, at least sound a little ashamed about it!” she snapped.

He winced at the volume, pulling the phone form his ear. Looking up at the rooftop, he knew Winnie was waiting for him. Decidedly not cool.

“She was in danger,” he said quietly.

Eve stilled at that, and he could hear her breath hitch over the phone.

“Thank you for saving her,” she said sincerely.

“So what’s the problem–”

“You put her in danger by hanging around her. She’s going to get some crazy idea to run around in tights and punch criminals in themed suits. And that’s not an option for her,” Eve said coolly.

“Shouldn’t she get a say in that?” Vigilante asked, waving his arm around to emphasize his point.

“No,” Eve said bluntly.

“You can’t baby your adult daughter forever. She’s not some kid you can push around,” he mumbled.

“That’s not what I’m–”

“If she wants to do it, that’s her choice. I’m not stopping her,” he said.

Eve bit her lip, trying to think of something to convince him otherwise.

She tried not to think about the fact both Nate and Adrian disagreed with her.

“Winnie could get hurt,” Eve said.

“Have you seen her use her powers? It’s totally fucking terrifying!” he exclaimed.

“Language,” she said out of habit, hearing the groan of annoyance on the other side of the line.

“Please just... try to convince her otherwise,” Eve pleaded.

“Fine,” he gave in, knowing it was the only way to get off the phone call.

“Thank you.”

Not like that’ll stop her, he thought to himself.

A promise broken in record time.

#unlikely heroes #my writing #dc fic #adrian chase x oc

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captain-josslett · 5 years ago

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Who Do You Choose?

Summary: Alex and Emma Danvers have been taken and only one can be saved. But who?

Pairings: Emma Danvers x Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers x Maggie Sawyer

Warnings: Angst, Character Death

Word Count: 1.2k+

Hi! This is my first time posting! I came up with this idea while at work and daydreamed about it for hours!

Set within Supergirl and I have named Baby Danvers. I tried writing in the Reader style but I’m not quite there yet. Also I love angst... so... fair warning!

I have dyslexia so any spelling or grammatical errors... I’m blaming that!

Thank you for reading and any feedback will be greatly appreciated.

Special thanks to @thewitchandtheassassin, @supergirl-writingz, @life-is-hella-unfair, @blackkwidowed, @natasharomanoffismywife, @natasha-danvers, @thewidowintheweb and many more awesome writers that have inspired me to write and been so supportive.

Kara and Maggie pace frantically around the command centre of the DEO, while Lena stands perfectly still. Her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she stares at the monitors.

“Incoming call. It’s blocking the signal though.” Winn calls out making Kara and Maggie freeze, before standing next to Lena.

“Answer it.” J’onn responds, quickly glancing at the petrified women.

Lex Luthor’s face fills the screen. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t my dear little sister.” Lena doesn’t respond. Her anger and fear kept her jaw tightly shut. “What? No greetings for you beloved brother?” She just keeps glaring at Lex. “Fair enough, I would probably feel the same way if you took someone I love.”

“Didn’t know you could feel love.” Kara spits out.

“My, my, the super is angry! And here I was calling to let you know the locations of your sisters.” Lex smirked.

“You wouldn’t give us that information so easily. What’s the catch?” Maggie asks, placing her hands on her hips.

“Well, okay.” Lex’s smirk turns serious. “Let’s play a little game shall we?” The silence in the DEO is deafening as they wait for Lex to continue. Who seems to be enjoying himself way too much. He presses a button and on two monitors either side of his shows the two sisters. Both are tied up to a chair in a dark warehouse. Alex is yelling while Emma is silent. “They are in two separate locations. Each building is set to explode. But, you can only choose one. If you go to both locations. Both of the bombs will detonate.” Lex’s smirk appears again. “So, my question is. Who do you choose? You have 30 minutes.”

Lex’s face disappears and is replaced with a countdown.

“Fuck!” Maggie yells punching down on the desk in front of her. Winn’s fingers race across the keyboard as he deciphers the code Lex sent. Lena leans down to see if she can help.

“Maggie?!” Everyone looks up at the screen showing Alex who yells for Maggie while looking around for her.

“Alex?” Emma’s voice weakly calls out after hearing her sister.

“Emma?!” Alex calls out again, desperately trying to get out of the ropes around her.

“Babe, Emma, it’s me, listen we are tracking you guys down, we just need you to hang tight for a little bit longer okay?” Tears fill Maggie’s eyes but she pushes them away.

“Okay.” Alex breathes out, having heard what Lex had said. “Kara?”

“Yea I’m here.” Kara tries to keep her voice strong for her sisters.

“Promise me you’ll go get Emma.”

“No! Alex don’t say that!” Emma yells but soon she’s doubled over against the ropes, coughing violently.

“Emma? Are you okay? You don’t sound too good.” Alex asks, a deep frown appearing on her forehead. Worried for her baby sister.

“I’ve been better, probably shouldn’t have put up a fight against the guys who took us.” Emma coughs feeling blood dribble down her lip.

Lena’s eyes go wide at the sight as she straightens up behind Winn. “Emma! Just hold on okay?” Lena calls out, the fear bubbling up inside her. She steps closer to the monitor showing Emma.

“Lee?”

“Hi Em.” Lena tries to sound unaffected, tries to sound calm.

“Look, Lee, I’m sorry this is the wrong time to say it, but, I love you. I love you so much and I’m so sorry I didn’t say it sooner.” Tears stream down Emma’s face. “I had it all planned, a candlelit dinner of your favourite food and a bottle of wine that cost a month’s rent.”

Lena finally breaks down, she holds her hand in front of her mouth to silence the sobs threatening to explode any moment. Kara places a comforting hand on Lena’s shoulder. She grinds her teeth together feeling her heart break for her sister and best friend.

“Lee?” Emma frowns, worrying she has overstepped.

“I- I love you too.” Lena gasps out.

Emma smiles sadly. She’s been waiting to hear those words for a long time. ‘At least I’ve finally heard them.’ Emma thinks before turning her attention to her other sister. “Kara?”

“Yes little one?” Kara’s voice hitches as she tries to keep her tears from falling.

“Promise me you won’t let the guilt take over you. That you won’t let the anger destroy you.” Emma looks directly at the camera, pleading with Kara through the lens. “We all know its Alex you should save-”

“No! Em!” Alex yells, cutting Emma off. “Kara don’t listen to her! She’s our baby sister, we swore to protect her!”

“Got it!” Winn yells and everyone's attention turns to another monitor as it shows the locations, on opposite sides of the city. Name’s flash under the locations, Emma’s name to the West and Alex’s to the East. Kara takes off immediately and hovers in the middle of the two.

“Kara, please listen. I took an oath to serve and protect. If you come to get me we would be breaking that oath and-”

“Alex! Stop!” Emma shouts before having another coughing fit. “Listen Alex, the world needs you. Kara needs you. If I die the world won’t notice. But if you die-” Emma has to stop to compose herself. “You are worth so much, your passion, your heart. I couldn’t have asked for a better sister.”

“I don’t know what to do.” Kara sounds broken as she looks back and forth between the two locations.

“You know what you need to do Kara.” Alex shakes as the adrenaline pumps through her. She knows she will die soon.

“Alex.” Kara breaks down as she turns her attention to the West.

“It’s okay Kara.” Alex leans her head back and allows the tears to build in her eyes.

“What? No! Kara don’t!” Emma yells, causing her ribs to protest but she keeps yelling, begging Kara not to save her.

“Maggie?” Alex asks softly, causing Emma’s shouts to stop, allowing Alex to talk to her fiancé.

“I’m here babe.” Maggie chokes out.

“I’m sorry I won’t be able to make it tonight.” Closing her eyes Alex sniffs, a few tears slip out.

“It’s okay. I lo-love you so mu-ch.” Maggie’s own tears fall quick and fast, she can’t hide her whimpers anymore. Lena places an arm around the detective.

“I love you too.” Alex tries to convey all her love in those few words. Hoping it’s enough to keep Maggie going.

“Alex.” Emma whimpers.

“Love you peanut.” Alex smiles sadly, knowing Emma will be safe.

“Love you more.”

Kara nears Emma’s location, tears pouring down her face as she listens to the exchanges of love. She prepares herself as she crashes through the warehouse roof right in front of -

“Kara?!” Alex’s eyes are wide at the sight of her sister in front of her. “No! Emma!”

“Kara! The countdown accelerated! You need to get out of there now!” Winn yells through the coms.

Kara springs into action by ripping the ropes off of the screaming Alex. Grabbing her thrashing sister she leaps into the air high above the warehouse. She turns in the direction of the other warehouse and zooms towards it. Alex screaming for Emma all the way.

“Guys?” Emma’s voice is calm as she accepts her fate. She looks straight into the camera. “I love you all so much and I-”

A huge explosion roars through the comms. Everyone at the DEO gasp as they see the explosion before the screen goes blank.

A high pitch noise fills Lena’s head. Maggie is trying to talk to her but it sounds like her voice is under water. Her world tilts before fading to black.

#supergirl #supergirl tv #supergirl imagine #supergirl fanfic #supergirl baby danvers #supergirl fanfiction #lena luthor x baby danvers #alex danvers x maggie sawyer #alex danvers x baby danvers #kara danvers x baby danvers #lena luthor imagine #alex danvers imagine #kara danvers imagine #b!d #baby danvers

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indathreneblue · 4 years ago

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Accidentally Until It’s Not - Ch.12

Alex didn’t contact her for nearly two weeks - long enough that Lena assumed she was done asking for help for a while.

But Alex did call again, asking her to come to the DEO. And…wow.

If it wasn’t for the fact that Lena herself was the one being asked to do this, she would have commended Alex for making such a bold request of someone. And with a straight face even. But it wasn’t someone else…and again, wow.

“You can’t be serious,” she uttered, finally giving voice to her thoughts. But Alex just folded her arms over her chest and stared back at her, so Lena turned to J’onn, looking for some kind of acknowledgement that this was a joke. His expression dashed that hope.

“It’s our best option, Lena.”

“It’s a ludicrous option.”

Read more... Ch 12 on AO3

#its an interesting option thats for sure ;)#supercorp fic #supercorp fanfic #supercorp #supergirl #my fic

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kassies-take · 5 years ago

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Dream Come True

Summary: R is Alex’s daughter and Alex wouldn’t have changed it for the world.

A/n: went back to rewatch Supergirl episodes and the moment in season three when the realization that Alex actually does wants kids gave me an idea.

Warning: Fluff

Alex Danvers x Reader, Dansen, Supercorp

Word Count: 1860

Age: 4

Alex and Kara stood next to each other with the grill smoking beside them.

You were four, after Kelly’s and Alex’s foster class they were able to become foster parents. It took them about five months before they found a match, with you. No one has made you feel loved as Alex and Kelly has. You definitely didn’t make it easy for them for the next four months, you were so stubborn but they both had so much patience and so much love to give. When it came to it, you agreed immediately to have Kelly and Alex as your parents.

Alex was a bit jealous when you first met Lena and Kara, instantly connecting with Lena. Kara was way to excited and scared you away. You were still scared of Kara.

Lena carried you as you both cheered with putting up the tent, considering that you and Lena has never been camping.

“Are you sure you two never went camping?” Kelly smiled.

“You make it easy,” Lena smirked, kissed your cheek and placed you in the blue tent.

“Mommy! Look at the tent I made with Lena!” You called from the window.

There was a calm silence that took between the sisters and their wives. This was the first mom since they met you. You ignored the silence and walked towards Alex. You grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the tent.

“Mommy. There is space between you and Enat so I can stay in the middle and look at the stars.” A silent cry was made by Kelly as she heard her whole heritage with in calling her mom in her mother tongue.

“Kara’s almost done with dinner, then after dinner we can look at the stars.”

A campfire was made with Kara’s heat vision which you didn’t see as you chased Alex, Kelly and Lena around with a water gun. Kelly dried you up before marshmallows were brought out.

“Mom, mommy!” You panicked when your marshmallow caught on fire.

Alex grabbed your stick and blew out the marshmallow. You were about to put it in your mouth when Kara showed you how to make s’mores. Needless to say by the end of the night there was chocolate around yours and Kara’s lips.

“I understand (Y/n), but come on Kara. You too? I married a child.” Lena laughed.

“A falling star!” You interrupted.

“Do you know what to do when there is a shooting star?” Kelly asked.

“No,” you pouted when you didn’t understand.

Lena’s face dropped immediately. She was adopted when she was four too but she knew what a shooting star, granted it was meteoroids falling into Earth’s atmosphere burning up.

“You make a wish.”

“Oh. Enat can take my wish.”

“Why don’t you want to wish for something, baby?”

“Cynthia, the nice lady at the adoption place, said we had to take turns.”

“Okay, it’s my turn to to show you something. Drum roll please!” Alex got up.

Kara, Lena and Kelly smacked their hands together. Alex came back from the car with a dark blue telescope in her arms. The rest of the night was spent with Alex trying to make you see constellations correctly.

“Look it’s Eridanus.” Alex moved from the telescope.

“It looks like a snake. Oh there is a man next to it.”

Alex smiled before she caressed your hair and looked up to the sky.

~~~~~

Age: 4

You sat in between Kelly and Alex on their bed. Normally bed time stories would be read in your room, but their bed was so much bigger than yours and you wanted to cuddle with them.

You were going through, word by word for the story ‘Sylvester and the Magic Pebble’. Both Alex and Kelly listening patiently.

“They...went..to the...po-” you looked at Alex.

“Police.”

“Police. The police c-could not find their uh their khayld.”

“Ch,” Alex demonstrated. “c and h together make ch sound. So the c.h.i.l.d is?”

“Child?” you said unsure.

“That’s my girl!”

~~~~~

Age: 5

It was take your kids to work day after a long debate and Kelly’s dismay you were going to the DEO with Alex. You knew your mom was a cool secret agent and that Auntie Kara was Supergirl.

Without Alex and Kelly knowing, she took you flying when she really shouldn’t. The DEO was still a secret agency so the only kid was you. You spun on Alex’s chair in her office, starring at the white ceiling.

“Alex said you’d be in here!” Supergirl came into the room.

Your arms immediately reached for her. You snuggled into her arms, you were stuck in Alex’s office since she was needed on a mission. Alex was going to work on her mission statements when she got to it but now she requested for you go to the training room.

Alex was dressed in her uniform punching gloves by her side. “Sorry mommy had work and couldn’t be with you. But now mommy is going to teach you how to punch.”

“I will get to be like mommy?”

“Yes, but you got to promise that you won’t tell mommy and you can not use this unless someone hits you first.”

“Okay.” You smiled before you grabbed the two gloves.

“(Y/n).” You turned to face your mom. “You got to pinky promise.”

Your pinkys interlocked before Alex helped you with the gloves. She helped you into a fight stance before slowly guiding your hands to throw a punch. After several punches with Alex guiding you, you began to punch Alex’s gloved mittens on your own. Kelly and Alex has an argument about this, but you ended up looking foreword to Sundays to spar with her.

~~~~~

You were a quiet, didn’t speak a single word. The teachers noticed you didn’t make any progress in your reading skills. Alex was furious and so was Kelly. How dare they say you aren’t making progress when you would read to them every night. Harry Potter for that matter. So you were home schooled.

Turns out it was just hard for you to meet new people. So Superfriends took turns to teach you. You were mainly with J’onn in the tower. He taught history on Mondays Brainy projected himself in the tower to help with math on Tuesdays, Lena always took a half day on Fridays and would help you with science. Kara and Nia would help with English on Thursdays or Wednesdays. That only worked until middle school.

It wasn’t until then when you started through glitter all over your room, frustrated with the fact that your valentine wouldn’t look perfect.

“What’s wrong kiddo?” Alex asked from the door.

“I can’t make this stupid Valentine.”

“It’s not stupid, let me see. That is a lot of glitter. You are not giving this to anyone. No boy likes glitter.”

“It’s for a girl...” Silence took over before Alex stepped further into the room.

“Well girls don’t really like glitter either.”

“You always make Valentine’s Day so special with mom. I don’t know what to do.”

“Well everyone always gives a bear and flowers, I like where you are going with the card.”

You continued to draw yourself and your crush in crayon adding red hearts around the both of you. Alex took the same red crayon, writing ‘the universe can not compare to your beauty.’

“That’s so cheesy! I love it!” You hugged Alex.

~~~~~

Age: 11

Alex woke up with a feeling that something was wrong. She looked to her left and found Kelly fast asleep. She got up and checked on your room, to find you sniffing and curled up into a ball.

“My sweet girl. You’re okay. I’m here.” Alex whispered as she slipped under the blankets with you.

You cried into her neck, tightly gripping the back of her shirt. Alex wished so dearly to take away your pain. She hated to see you cry. She rubbed your back and whispered sweet words in your ear.

You don’t get nightmares easily, you’ve seen your mother defeat aliens and even enjoyed watching scary movies with your mothers. It wasn’t until you found Alex unconscious in the medbay, with wires coming out of her arms when you kept getting your nightmare. All different scenarios of Alex possibly dying in the field.

Alex knew not to say ask for anything you weren’t ready to share. Alex caught Kelly’s silhouette at the door and gestured for her join. Kelly knew, of course, she was a therapist and she was your mother. Alex held you until you fell asleep again before Kelly told her her guess.

~~~~~

Age: 16

Alex had a day off today. She was going through old reports on her bed when the apartment door was slammed open. It was near lunch time you were at school and Kelly had a meeting that would go past lunch. Alex reached into the reached under the bed and pulled out the gun below.

The DEO director followed the shuffling and grumbling into your room. She raised her gun before she registered a click from a gun. She cautiously walked towards your room, she turned immediately and pointed her gun at the intruder.

“Mom?”

“(Y/n)?” You both lowered your guns.

“I thought you’d have work.”

“Don’t you have school?”

“I don’t feel safe there.”

“Is that why you have a gun?” Alex raised her eyebrows.

You looked down in your hand before you switched the gun to hold it from the barrel and handed it to Alex.

“Lets get you food, then we can talk.”

“They tell me i’m not (your ethnicity) enough, nor am I enough. My birth parents didn’t want me. I think it would’ve been better if I was left to die in that orphanage.

“Hey, your parents wanted you, in fact they came after Kelly and I. They were in no shape or form cable of giving you the love you needed. They gave up yes, but you’re wanted by us. I promise we did not adopt you out of pity.” Alex moved your hair behind your ears. “And no, it would not have been better. Yes, Kelly and I would’ve adopted someone else, but trust me when I say the world is a better place because you’re in it. I’m not just saying that because your my daughter. You brought Kelly and I out of dark places, you have even made Supergirl helpful again. We love you, I love you and you are enough.”

“It doesn’t feel that way,” you pouted as Alex held you.

“You have touched so many people’s heart. Anyone would be lucky to have you in their corner. You are a dream come true and I promise you that nothing stands a chance against you.”

“Except Aunt Kara.”

“Except Aunt Kara,” Alex agreed. “Though your Aunt Kara doesn’t stand a chance to your Aunt Lena.”

“Aunt Lena spoils me...”

“Yeah I have to talk to her about that, because apparently you’ve been talking to your Aunt Lena cause she built you a...”

“A stealth suit! This is a dream come true! Of course after you and Enat.”

#alex danvers #alex danvers x reader #alex danvers imagine #alex danvers imagines #kelly olsen #kelly olsen x reader #dansen #supercorp #supergirl x reader #supergirl imagines #supergirl imagine #supergirl

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mrfrogmouth · 5 years ago

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What made us think that we were wise (and that we’d never compromise)

When Kara suffers a serious injury, she turns to the only person she can for help: Lena Luthor. As she receives medical aid, necessary conversations are had and a few reconsiderations of "facts" are made.

btw this was posted about 30 minutes before 5x05 aired

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21254813/chapters/50607092

CH. 1

It’s a trap. That was the only thought that came through Kara’s brain as she hurtled toward the ground. It’s a trap. They had been here the whole time. Watching them. Infiltrating the DEO. The arrow, or more accurately the harpoon, had struck her in the chest. The chain dragging her to the ground jerked, pulling at the projectile lodged in her right lung. The shaft was an inch thick, and the head was tipped with kryptonite. It should have been an insignificant amount, really. It was so small that she likely would have to be squeezing it in her palm to cause any true power loss. But it was enough. Enough to cause a normally harmless metal harpoon to pierce through her skin and flesh.

She hit the ground with an earth-shattering crash— literally. The ground around her erupted and formed a small crater where she lay. She could see the glass doors of the DEO balcony. Kara gasped for air, choking on her own breath, her own blood. She needed to get out of here. Now. A pair of sharp heels appeared over the ridge of the crater. Kara shifted her gaze down to the arrow sticking out of her chest. She reached for it, clumsily, hands slipping on its surface. It would not bend. Nth metal.

“Did you really think you could get away with it? That you could just steal from us and we wouldn’t find out?” Those files, she thought sluggishly, How could they have found out so soon? She reached for the arrow again. There had to be something. Andrea Rojas stepped closer and knelt before her. “Who did you get to steal them? Your friend William unfortunately slipped on the north bridge before he could tell us and I doubt you could just waltz into our facilities, the cape is a bit flashy. Another reporter at CatCo perhaps? Kara Danvers has always been a bit suspicious.” “Why—” Kara coughed, spattering the ground with blood, “Why would I tell you?” There, a small defect in the chain that attached to the arrow. They must have slipped when trying to set the metal. It wouldn’t have mattered for a human, or even a martian. But she was neither. Andrea fixed her with a piercing, cold stare. “Because you are not going to die until you tell me who it is.” Kara laughed, the sound was more like a wet wheezing. Blindly, she began twisting the chain’s deformed edge. “Then I’m afraid,” she spat, “You have wasted your time.” Just a bit more. Just a bit— SNAP. Andrea staggered backwards and Kara streaked into the sky.

Kara sped away from the DEO, towards the desert. If she got far enough out and then dropped, the scanner would lose her position. Kara’s vision blurred. How much blood had she lost? A craggy dune appeared in front of her; the old DEO base. She felt dizzy. There wasn’t time. She was running out of time— she dived. Changing course just before she hit the ground, Kara rocketed back toward the city. Alex was out of the question. There was no way to get to J’onn’s without attracting lethal attention. Who was left? Who— A gleaming white pillar of a building. A balcony protruding out of its smooth surface. Of course. Kara twisted her body and flew —or rather crashed— into the stone jut. She coughed again, each time there seemed to be more blood. Sluggishly, Kara pushed herself upright. She barely suppressed a whimper as sharp pain flared through her side. “Hope, move the meeting with Wayne Industries to Tuesday and— Kara? Fuck. Kara!” The fast pattering of heels sounded across stone. Kara looked up dazedly as Lena pressed her hands to the wound in Kara’s chest. “Hey Lena, you wouldn’t happen to have a first aid kit would you?” Lena let out a choked sputtering, kicked off her heels and ran down a hall, returning with a large first aid kit. Lena put Kara’s arm over her shoulder as Kara pushed herself inside, studiously avoiding the white carpet. Kara pulled the suit back into her glasses and sadly picked at the now blood-soaked button-up she had been wearing under it. She had really liked this shirt. Lena eased it off her shoulders, focusing on the arrow protruding between Kara’s 7th and 8th ribs— and cursed. “Jesus, Kara, you need a doctor. My medical experience is limited to genetics and microscopes. I need to call Alex—” “NO!” Kara’s hand flashed forward, catching Lena’s arm. “No. You call her, you kill us all.” Lena set the phone down slowly, “Kara, what the hell is going on.” “I promise, I will explain everything, but the abbreviated version is Andrea is a lot more shady and connected than I thought.” Lena cursed again and pulled on nitrile gloves. “I hope you know what you’re doing.” Kara laughed, “Me too.” Kara huffed and focused down on the arrow. “Okay. What we need to do is push it through and out. There is a kryptonite point on the head. That’s the only reason it broke my skin. The longer we leave it in the worse I will get and once we remove the arrow some of the damage will retain because of the kryptonite. It might even scar.” She pressed at the bloody pole in her side, “If we try and pull it, the head could break off, or it could cause even more damage than it already has.” Lena nodded. “So, what I need you to do, is get out gauze, and when I pull out this arrow, press down on the wound. I just need you to stem the blood long enough for it to begin to heal, Okay?” “Okay.” Lena got out gauze and Kara pushed herself further upright, placing her hands on the shaft. “1… 2…” Kara braced herself. “3.” She pushed the arrow through. It took every ounce of resolve left in her body not to scream. Gritting her teeth and pressing her head against the wall, she pushed as hard as she could. Lena stared in barely concealed horror as Kara forced the projectile out her back. Gasping for breath, Kara reached behind herself and pulled. The shaft came free with a quiet squelching. Lena clamped the gauze around both sides of the injury, and was very proud of managing not to retch. Blood spread across the ground in a slow-moving pool, stopping just shy of the carpet. Kara smiled, “It worked.” Lena let out a breath. “You can stop squeezing the bandages now.” “Right.” Lena laughed, it was tight and harsh. Kara placed her hands on Lena’s and pulled them away from the injury. Her hands were stiff as Kara pried up each finger, whispering soft assurances. At last, the gauze came away, revealing a 4-cornered slit in her flesh. There was a deep, hole like gash in the center where the shaft had been. But it was already ringed in pink, healing skin. The side gashes bore small forming scar tissue on their ends where they had been longer. It had stopped bleeding heavily. “I’m going to stitch the wound closed, would you hand me the needle?” “I can do that Kara, you’re injured you don’t have to—” “Lena, have you ever sewed an injury closed before?” “...No.” “Are you honestly comfortable with stitching me up?” Lena sighed in defeat. “No.”

Kara smiled, following Lena’s eyes as she ducked her head in guilt. “I’m incredibly grateful of your help Lena, but I can do this, okay?” Lena hesitated and agreed, though she insisted that she could at least thread the damn thing. Kara only snorted— and immediately regretted it. Lena jerked forwards and put a steadying hand on her shoulder. Kara gave her a reassuring nod and took the needle. She clenched her teeth as she drew the needle through her skin. Lena kept her hand on Kara’s shoulder the whole time— until she started stitching the exit wound herself when it became obvious Kara was struggling with it, despite Kara’s continued objections. After watching Kara stitch the front, Lena was fairly capable of repeating the process on her back, though her stitches were certainly less clean (and a lot more shaky). The process didn’t take long. It was very odd, Lena thought, putting away the needle, seeing a wound so healed and yet… not. It was as though her body was healing from the inside out, rather than where the torn skin was closest to itself. You couldn’t tell how close Kara had come to dying. How many scars did her body hide with its healing? How many times had she almost died with Lena completely unaware? God, how many times had something like this happened with Alex, with James, with Winn. Lena remembered Reign, seeing supergirl fall. She had watched Kara fall. Lena threw her body around Kara, squeezing almost as tightly as she had with the gauze.

“You’re going to get your shirt all bloody.” Kara mumbled, “That thing probably costs more than my loft.” Lena only held her tighter, “I don’t care.” She took a shuddering breath. “I can buy a new shirt, Kara, I can’t replace you.” Lena didn’t have to look at Kara’s face to know she was giving her signature dopey grin. “I’m glad you still feel that way.” “What do you mean? You’re my best friend, of course, I care more about you than a shirt.” Kara pulled out of the hug, she seemed almost mournful. “That’s not what I mean.” Kara bit her lip, casting around for the right words. “After everything that’s happened, I’m glad I’m still important to you.”

Kara took a breath and looked Lena in the eye. “I know you’ve been lying to me.” Lena recoiled and Kara continued, “Please don’t try and claim you haven’t. I know you, Lena. I’m not blind. Your movements are all rehearsed, your words calculated. You avoid physical contact and what you do give is stiff. I know your ticks, I know how you lie, and you have been lying a lot. I’d guess the only really truthful thing you’ve said to me recently is that you haven’t been sleeping. Besides, ‘you need Lex’s journals to heal?’ Lena, in the prison last year you described reading them to be like stabbing out your eyes.”

Lena turned her head from Kara. She pulled off the nitrile gloves and fiddled with them balled in her hands. Kara sighed, “I’m not going to ask you why you did it, or what the truth was. I took those journals anyway because I wanted us to be fixed, but there is no easy fix. You’re allowed to be angry, Lena. I lied to you for years! Being angry is a part of healing, so please! Just... be angry with me.” Kara’s eyes were imploring, Lena remembered the simulations she had run. There had been hundreds of them, thousands, and none had included this.

“I— Kara—” Lena floundered for words, anything to get out of this, and it all came out in a rush, “I am angry. I am so, so angry. I hated you. I might still hate you. Everyone lied and you were supposed to be different! You made me think I could be different! And you lied. Over and over and over again. I don’t know who you are. I don’t know anything about you anymore, Kara— if that’s even your real name… I don’t even know your name. One second you were everything and the next— I just—” “Kara Zor-El.” Lena blinked. “What?” “That’s my name. Kara Zor-El.” Kara pressed her lips together, took a nervous breath and continued. “I love potstickers and donuts and sticky buns and soft sweatshirts and Disney movies. I was born in Argo City, in the Kandor region of Krypton. I have an adoptive sister, Alex. When we first met we hated each other,”she laughed. It took us years to even stand being in the same room. I speak over 35 languages and I learned calculus when I was five. I have a brilliant, beautiful best friend that I would do anything for and who has saved my life in more ways than one. I am the person I have always been. You just know a little more.” Lena said nothing. She just stared. Finally, she reached forward, as if to touch Kara’s arm, and quickly pulled back. She opened her mouth to speak, but seemingly could not find the words. Kara’s eyes crinkled at the corners and she leaned slightly forward. “It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything.” Lena searched her eyes for anything: some plot, an ulterior motive— there had to be something. But there wasn’t, just compassion and pain. “Later—” Lena began, “Later, you and I need to have a long conversation about our relationship, about exactly what happened with Andrea and about—” She broke off, bit her lip and swallowed, “I have this… project, and you—” she sighed, “You are not going to like it.” Kara smiled, “Whatever it is Lena. I promise, you’re not going to lose me.” Lena attempted to smile back but gave more of a pained grimace, “I hope so.” Kara stretched out a hand– and quickly snatched it back upon seeing it was covered in semi-dried blood. “Oh, sorry.” “I suppose we could both use some cleaning up. You can use my shower while I clean this up.” Kara immediately began objecting, “No! No! You get cleaned up, I’ll take care of this.” “Kara, you’re hurt, I am not having you clean.” Kara began to push herself up. “I’m mostly healed anyway and it’s my blood to clean up.” “Kara—” “You’ve done enough for me, Lena. Let me do this for you.” “Kara, you—” She stopped at the look on Kara’s face. “Fine.” Lena relented, “But the minute you feel any pain, or you bleed or struggle at all you call me. Got it?” “Yes, Ma’am.” Lena lips pursed, “I’m serious Kara.” “So am I. It will be okay, go clean up.” Hesitantly, Lena made her way to her bathroom and Kara slipped off her shoes and gathered cleaning supplies. Sighing, she surveyed the path of destruction she had wrought across Lena’s apartment. Bloody smears and footprints traced their way from the distinctly cracked balcony to the large crimson pool by the fireplace. Kara gathered the bloody linens in a pile near the balcony doors and began to painstakingly scrub the blood from the cement (literally, the bending required was in fact quite painful). She was almost done clearing the last smear on the fireplace when Lena returned, her hair wet and wearing a sweater and soft shorts. “I can take care of the rest Kara, you go clean up.” “I’m almost done it’s fine.” “Kara, I’d prefer we didn’t just dump evidence in a trash can like a novice and I'm the only one who knows where the incinerator is.” “You have a—” Kara gaped. She shook her head as Lena grinned. “Of course you do. Why not?” “Come on darling, I can handle some paper towels and a shirt.” Kara opened her mouth to protest, but no words came out. She grumbled as she walked towards the bathroom, still carefully avoiding the white carpet. There were extra bandages outside the shower, and Kara sat her glasses next to them. She undressed her wounds, turned on the water and stepped into the shower still mostly clothed. Kara sighed as already heated water shot from all four walls, hitting her body and flowing pink down the drain. She placed her hands against a wall and leaned into the spray. Slowly, Kara began to peel away her bra and slacks. They were sticking to her skin where blood had congealed. She removed her underwear and just stood under the hot shower for a long while.

Lena disposed of the pile of contaminated fabric and gauze in the small shoot hidden near the trash in her kitchen. Kara had done a good job cleaning up the blood, all that was left to prove she had ever even been there was a small crack on her balcony and Kara herself, currently standing in her bathroom. Lena was fine. She was fine. What gave Kara the right to feel pity? What gave Kara the right to sit there and tell her to be angry? How dare she sit there and look at her and make her feel so— No. She was fine. She didn’t care. She. Didn’t. Care.

She cared. Fuck.

A sharp knock broke Lena from her reverie. Only eight people in the world had this address. Except for one, all would call ahead. That ‘one’ was currently occupying her shower. Even if they knew where she lived, being able to get up to her floor without Lena knowing was another matter entirely. She was cautious as she approached the door, sliding a pistol from its drawer near the oven. She picked up her tablet and silently opened her camera program, which revealed a less than pristine looking Andrea Rojas standing outside her door. Of course she was.

She slipped the pistol into her waistband and (keeping a wary hand around it) opened the door. “Andrea. I didn’t know you had my address.” “Well, I like to keep tabs on old friends.” Lena snorted, “Friends? Is that what they’re calling it now?” Andrea gave her a searching look, “Well, are you going to invite me in?” Lena raised an eyebrow, “You show up at my apartment, an apartment you are not supposed to know about, without notice, and now you expect an invitation?” Andrea chose to ignore that and swept into the room with the air of royalty. “I’ll admit I’m surprised you’re actually relaxing for once. I’d assumed you’d have to come up from one of your secret labs.” Lena blew air out her nose in barely contained irritation. “Andrea I’m rather busy so if you would please—” “I’m looking for Supergirl.” Well, that was forward. “Excuse me?” Andrea turned and fixed Lena with a hard glare. “Supergirl? Flies around the city with a cape and laser eyes? Figure head of the media company I just bought from you?” Lena was forced to use an exorbitant amount of energy to stop herself from rolling her eyes, “I know who Supergirl is Andrea, my question is why you’re looking for her and why you came here.” Andrea barely seemed to notice the irritation in Lena’s voice, instead, scanning the apartment. “Look, Supergirl is Catco’s money tree. Half our news articles are about her and I haven’t yet had time to shift our news base. She dies and we’re toast.” Andrea sighed irritably. It was almost believable. “Supposedly, there was a fight involving her and some stragglers from the Children of Liberty trying to make a comeback. My sources say she was injured fairly badly and delirious. I figured she might come here. I know you two are friends.” “Friends is a strong word.” Lena said dryly. That got Andrea’s attention, “Ooh, trouble in paradise.” “You are assuming there was a garden in the first place.” “Lena, dear, you built her a statue.” “I hadn’t worked with her yet.” “Still, if she isn’t here, why do you have a gun in your waistband?” Lena froze. Quickly smoothing out her face, she gave Andrea an incredulous look. “You come to my apartment at 10 pm, without calling ahead, with no invitation and want to know why I have a gun? You do realize how many people have tried to kill me right?” Andrea tilted her head back slightly, her eyes narrowed. “Lena! Your shower is incredible! The—” Lena cringed. Kara went stock still. She was wearing one of the short bathrobes Lena had set out in the bathroom. At least she was wearing her glasses. Kara blinked and rubbed her eyes as if to dispel a vision. “There is a person here.” Andrea’s eyebrows were dangerously close to being enveloped by her hair. “You didn’t mention having… company.” Lena smiled, it was reminiscent of a tiger baring its fangs. “I did say I was busy.” Kara stepped forward, placing an arm around Lena’s waist. Her face was a similar color to her cape. “Ms. Rojas, I didn’t know you’d be stopping by.” If her voice had been any higher pitched it would have been inaudible to the human ear. Andrea simply gaped. Finally she cleared her throat and said, “It wasn’t a planned visit, Ms. Danvers.” Andrea flicked her eyes between the two women. Lena could practically see the cogs turning inside her brain. “Well, I think I’m done here.” Andrea cleared her throat. “If you hear anything Lena, do call.” She began toward the door. “I— Ms. Rojas!” Kara squirmed and Andrea turned back. “Would you— I mean— I just—” “Spit it out Danvers.” “Would you maybe not tell anyone about this?” Somehow Kara managed to turn even redder. “It’s just that nobody knows and I really don’t want to have that conversation, especially if I’m not the one bringing it up and I know it could be a big story but—” “Ms. Danvers.” Kara snapped her mouth shut. “So long as you two keep away from my cameras, your business is your business.” Andrea actually smiled, “I’ll admit this does explain, well, a lot. Enjoy your… evening.” Andrea slipped out the door, into the elevator and reached for her earpiece. “You heard all that. Pack up the team, she’s not here.”

Kara and Lena remained frozen and silent until Lena’s tablet beeped with the notification that the elevator was descending. Great. Now it worked. As soon as she read the notice, Kara leapt away from Lena as though she had been burned. “I am so, so sorry. It was the first thing that popped into my head. I just thought that was the best way to convince her she was wrong and if she figured out you were helping me you’d be a target too and I figured you’d prefer this over getting murdered and— Why are you laughing?” Lena shook as she struggled to draw in breath. She looked up at Kara and simply redoubled in fits of laughter. Kara opened and closed her mouth like a gasping fish. Finally taking pity on Kara, she spoke, “Kara. I would much prefer Andrea Rojas believe we are having a secret love affair than both of us getting shot.” She grinned, “Plus, that was the funniest thing I have seen in actual years. You made Andrea Rojas sputter like a 5 year old caught with their hand in the cookie jar.” Kara ducked her head and fidgeted with her sleeves. “You sure?” “Yes.” Lena took Kara’s cheeks in her hands and lifted her head up to eye level. “I’m glad you’re okay.” She raised an eyebrow, “Besides, for a friend like you there are no boundaries, remember?” Kara seemed to glow as her face split in a toothy smile. “Come on, you shouldn’t be standing this long with your injuries.” Lena carefully took Kara’s arm and sat her on the couch. Kara winced heavily at the angled motion. They sat together then, Kara resting her head on Lena’s shoulder, and after a few minutes Lena recognized the even breaths of sleep. Kara isn’t her friend, Lena reminds herself, Kara Danvers is not her friend. But maybe, a traitorous corner of her mind whispers, maybe she could be.

#Supergirl #fic #idk how to tag this #fanfic #I guess im posting these now???#Kara Danvers #Kara Zor-El #Lena Luthor #Supercorp

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solitaria-fantasma · 5 years ago

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The Start of Something New [Ch .2]

Gawain still remembered the feeling of sheer awe he’d experienced upon first seeing “The Blue Marble”.

It wasn’t the first image of Earth taken from space, and it wasn’t the last, but it was always his favorite. To know you were standing on that planet, which looked so small against the impossible darkness of empty space around it? It never failed to make him feel immeasurably tiny.

Now, decades later, he found himself looking at that same blue marble from behind the protection of a thick sheet of pressure glass...and it still made him feel as small as it had when he was a child.

“That’s quite the view, isn’t it?” Gawain snapped out of his thoughts and turned his head to find Green Lantern standing beside him, arms folded, and wearing the barest hints of a smirk. A few feet behind him, Hawkgirl leaned against the walkway railing, seemingly unphased by the view.

“The history books just can’t do it justice.” He turned away from the window, his optical display lit up brightly with a smile. “Sorry, I guess I got a little absorbed by it. Did you need me?”

“Superman wants us all together.” Green Lantern explained, nodding his head across the station. “Says he has some sort of proposal for us.”

“Ah…” Gawain adjusted his density, and allowed his boots to rise an inch or so off the floor demonstratively. “Best not keep him waiting then, ey?” Hawkgirl wordlessly took to the air with a few flaps of her wings, and Green Lantern followed her. Gawain paused to take one more look at the Earth, silently spinning so far below, and then floated higher into the air, and hurried to catch up.

“This is an impressive installation…” Green Lantern was saying as Gawain touched down at the back of the group. “Very impressive. But what’s it got to do with us?” Superman’s smile faded somewhat, and he turned to walk toward the window, and look down onto the Earth.

“I once thought I could protect the world by myself…” He mused out loud before turning back to the group. “But I was wrong.” He waved a hand at the blue orb beyond the pressure glass. “Working together, we saved the planet. And I believe that - if we stayed together, as a team! - we could be a force that would truly work for the ideals of peace and justice.” Gawain heard Flash swallow a laugh beside him.

“What. You mean like a bunch of super-friends?” The speedster asked jokingly. Superman’s smile returned.

“More like...a justice league.” He amended.

“Do you have any idea how corny that sounds?” Flash started to smile. “But...maybe the big guy’s got a point. With all of us behind it, it just might work.” He moved forward, and reached out his hand to clasp Superman’s. “Count me in.”

“Me, too.” Green Lantern walked up and added his hand to the stack.

“And me.” Hawkgirl solemnly added her hand. Gawain drifted over, and laid his own hand on top.

“This sounds like just the kind of noble kickstarter I can get behind.” He said, prompting a chuckle from Flash. Wonder Woman hesitated, left standing apart from the group, and frowned.

“My mother may not approve…” She worried. “But...I find man’s world to be intriguing.” She, too, approached the group to lay her hand on top of the others’. “I’ll gladly join you.” Superman smiled brightly, glad to hear that nearly everyone else was just as on board with this brave new idea as he was, and looked over to the shadow still standing apart.

“What about you, Batman?” He asked.

“I’m not really a ‘people person’.” Batman remained where he was. “But when you need help,” He added. “And you will...call me.” Superman’s smile turned a bit rueful, and he nodded.

“Understood.” He looked around at the others. “Then we’re all agreed?”

“Wait.” Wonder Woman turned to look around at the open portion of the station above them. “J’onn’s not here.”

“Oh yeah!” Flash frowned. “Where is he?” Superman lifted off from the walkway and flew up - to a control outpost one level higher, and Gawain couldn’t help his attention drifting back to the station’s windows. Gosh...his childhood self would have killed for a view like this!

A pair of yellow eyes blinked into existence from the depths of his cape, and Griflet poked his head out into the open. The little spirit looked up at his master’s awed expression, and swam up onto his shoulders to take a look for himself. Gawain reached up one hand to scratch under Griflet’s chin, smiling brightly beneath his mask.

“We’ve made the big times, Griffy!” He whispered to the little ghost.

The folks back home were never going to believe this.

#mun's writing #AU: Super Ghost #Gawain #Reptilitones #Justice League #dcau #((I wasn't originally going to continue that one-shot))#((but I've been writing more in this AU))#((and I want to be able to share those writings in one place))#((this chapter should work as a good bridge for that))#((I took the dialogue straight from the end of Secret Origins))

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galahadwilder · 6 years ago

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Inhuman, Ch. 2

“I can’t get ahold of Clark,” Lois said as soon as Jimmy opened his apartment door.

Jimmy smirked. “Hello to you too, Lois,” he said. “How was your day? Oh, it was great, thanks Jimmy, how was yours?”

Lois groaned. “Less than great, actually,” she said. “Sorry. How are you?”

”Not bad,” he said. “Kyle’s over.” He glanced toward the bedroom, waggled his eyebrow. “Kind of... busy?”

”Wait, the Kyle?” Lois said. “Shit, Jim, well done.” She put up her hands. “One question and I’ll let you get back to your...” She tilted her head. “Boyfriend?”

”Not yet,” Jimmy said with a sheepish grin. “What do you need?”

”Does Clark have a particular place he goes when he’s feeling sad or hurt?”

Jimmy raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you live with him?”

Lois sighed, looked to the ground. “We had a fight,” she said. “And... I don’t know him as well as I thought I did.”

Jimmy blinked. “Wait, he—” He cut himself off, glanced back at his bedroom door, then leaned in. “He told you?” he whispered. “You know, about...?” He trailed off, then tapped his watch.

Lois’s eyes got cold. Real cold. “How long have you known?”

Jimmy scratched the back of his neck, looking anywhere but her face. “Um... remember back when he and I were roomies... and we both got laryngitis at the same time?” He nodded. “Omega Beams came right through the ceiling while we were playing Street Fighter. I thought he was dead for three days before I caught him coming back in through the window.”

Lois smiled. “Your old apartment was on the fifth floor.”

”Yeah.” Jimmy shook his head. “He didn’t even bother to hide it after that point, I had to take an extra day off just to deal with the fact that I was roommates with an alien.” He reached out toward her shoulder, then thought better of it. “I’m... glad he finally got the guts to tell you, though,” he said. “He’s been telling me he was gonna do it for like eight months now.”

Lois stared at him for a moment, before clutching her stomach and laughing so hard he could hear the breath go out of her body.

”Lois?” he said. “You okay?”

”Sorry,” she rasped, wiping tears from her eyes. “It’s just... so Kent, isn’t it?” She straightened, gripping the back of Jimmy’s couch. “He can fistfight an alien warlord, but he never did know how to talk to women.”

Jimmy grinned. “Knew how to talk to you, though,” he said.

Lois nodded. “Guess he did,” she said. “Any idea how I can get in touch with him?”

”Hmm.” Jimmy scratched his chin. “Well, he’ll be at his parents’ place in Smallville by now...” He held up his wrist. “Wanna borrow the watch?”

It was incredible, Clark thought as he chopped carrots for the salad, how she was able to leave him undone so easily.

Many believed (erroneously) that he was the most powerful being on the planet, though he knew that he wasn’t even that for the Justice League—that might go to J’onn. Or Patrick. Still, he could face down bullets without a scratch, survive a tank round to the face, and yet... his greatest weakness was a fiery reporter who was too busy writing to learn how to spell. Two sentences and she’d broken him utterly.

”You just need to give her time, Clark,” his mother said, opening the oven to stick a fork into the meatloaf. “She’ll get over it.”

”Lord knows we did,” his father added, stirring the potatoes.

”You had twenty-five years,” Clark grumbled. “And you knew what I was from the start.”

"What about Bruce?" his mother replied. "He seemed to get used to you real quick."

"Bruce has about thirty different ways to kill me," Clark said. "I'm pretty sure he was only okay with me because..."

A screaming whine reached his ear, and he trailed off.

His dad looked up. "You hear something?"

Clark nodded. "Yeah," he said, and then his outer clothes were folded neatly on the couch and Clark Kent was replaced with Superman. "I need to go," he said, vanishing in a blast of wind.

"So," Jonathan said, holding up the potato spoon to inspect the consistency. "Lois used the watch?"

"No bet," Marth replied with a smile.

Superman crossed seven states in ten seconds. He took a further three to encircle the city and triangulate the signal watch. Now, fifteen seconds after leaving his house, he was floating near the top of the Daily Planet building, looking not at his best friend Jimmy Olsen... but at Lois.

She smiled, shyly. "Hey, Smallville."

His heart flopped in his chest at the sound of her voice.

#inhuman #superman #clark kent #kal el #lois lane #jimmy olsen #kyle rayner #clois #fic #my fic #fanfiction #fanfic #original content

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allondonboy · 6 years ago

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Medicine for the Soul (Ch 9)

Chapter 9 - Andante: tutti (Ch 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8)

very much tutti.

bind responsibly folks. if you need information my tumblr is open or please contact your binding person of choice

thanks for your patience with this little fic, feedback is always welcomed

thanks as always to @jjeanmorreau

J’onn gives them a list of accompanists to work through. It’s long, with maybe twenty names, and Alex lets the list sit on top of their pile of music for a full week before having a closer look. The issue, they realise as their stomach twists, is that they have to be open with whoever they choose. They have to make themselves completely vulnerable with whoever is playing the concerto with them.

And that involves coming out.

They haven’t bothered with declaring their pronouns to the rest of their academic year. It doesn’t affect how well they work in the lab because they never hang around long enough to have a conversation. They’re polite to the staff and the staff are polite back and somehow they’ve avoided any situation in which they hear themselves referred to in the third person. It’s a complete non-issue.

One-on-one, for an hour, maybe hours on end, is a different story.

Their accompanist will be the first time they’ve opened their social circle – even if it’s for the purely perfunctory purpose of entering a competition – since Maggie, and Maggie was definitely a special case of at-least-she’s-heard-the-terminology.

Before they know it, they’ve spiralled, and they crush up the list of names in a tight fist.

Lucy doesn’t really do affection and that’s probably one of the reasons they’re such good friends. There’s no time wasted with feelings when you can blurt what you’re thinking and know the other person will roll with it.

This is the one time Alex hesitates about talking to Lucy. The memory of Lucy coming out to them as bi plays itself on loop. It helps, knowing that Lucy was nervous about that. It makes it okay to be nervous about this.

Because they’ve done the reading and the research, and they have the back of a notebook full of evidence and analysis of their thought process, and they have a conclusion, underlined twice.

Non-binary.

It makes sense.

Lucy feels like the natural person to tell first. Secrets are part of her life, partly because so many people keep secrets from her, and if there’s one person Alex knows they can trust with this next jigsaw piece of their life, it’s her.

They’re still nervous, though.

What if Lucy is one of those people who can comprehend sexuality but not gender identity?

What if gay is okay, bi is fine, but this is a step too far?

What if their pronouns are where she draws the line in this friendship of over a decade?

Logically, there’s nothing in Lucy’s character that would result in the What Ifs becoming real. Alex has listened to enough of Lucy’s rants about how justice should be for all corners of the community to know that the chance of Lucy completely accepting them is greater than 95 %.

It’s then that Lucy pops up next to their shoulder with her bag on her back, waving a spare water bottle under Alex’s nose until they take it.

“Race ya,” is all she says in greeting before she takes off up the path with the grace of a mountain goat. Alex sighs and trudges after her.

It’s pure chance that Alex is walking past the practice room when its occupant stretches. Around their wrist is a woven bracelet in rainbow colours and another in what Alex knows with heart-stopping familiarity is the non-binary flag.

Alex pauses outside the ajar door. The person reveals themselves to be a pianist when they crack their knuckles and launch into a set of whirling scales. Alex stays outside for another half hour until the pianist stands, shovels their music into their bag and abruptly stops when they see Alex watching them.

“I need an accompanist,” says Alex bluntly. “How much do you charge?”

“Depends who it is,” the pianist says. They cross their arms and look Alex up and down. “What’s it for?”

“Concerto competition.” Alex doesn’t budge from the doorway.

The pianist nods. “Instrument?”

“Violin.”

“I’m Vasquez.” They hold out their hand and Alex shakes it firmly, and they can’t stop their eyes flicking down to Vasquez’s wrist.

“Alex. Danvers.”

“My card, Danvers. Now, I have class, if you don’t mind?”

Alex makes a mental note to get something to put their growing collection of business cards in as they take it and sidestep out of the way to let Vasquez past.

They don’t choose their moment. It just sort of happens as they near the top of the hill and pause for a snack.

“I want to start using they/them pronouns,” Alex says abruptly and Lucy keeps her eyes trained carefully on their face.

“Sure,” she says, an air of nonchalance about the word though it’s loaded with an invitation to expand.

“I’m non-binary,” offers Alex by way of explanation and Lucy’s gaze still doesn’t waver.

“That’s really cool, Al.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I’m glad you figured out whatever was on your mind.”

“Wait – you knew?”

The corner of Lucy’s mouth twitches in a part-smirk, part-smile. “Crinkle.”

Alex repeats it under their breath with a scowl.

“Yeah, like that,” Lucy points. “I knew something was bothering you. I didn’t know it was gender-related.”

“And you’re okay with it?”

Lucy smiles properly now, eyes soft and Alex feels like they’ve just been hugged. “I’m fine with it. You know, we’ve been through some tough shit together. It’ll take more than an identity crisis to get rid of me.”

Alex exhales loudly. “Thanks.”

“Thanks yourself.” Lucy digs into her bag and chucks Alex a bag of trail mix. “Who else knows?”

“Just you.” Alex watches her out of the corner of their eye. A flicker of confusion, then pride, passes over Lucy’s face.

“Did you want to have a play through now?” Vasquez waves them into their apartment and shuts the door, leading them through to a room at the back of the house which, Alex sees now, houses a gleaming upright piano, music stacked in piles all around the room. Alex fidgets with the strap over their shoulder.

“I only really came to give you this.” They hold out the accompaniment. Vasquez takes it and sits on the piano stool, kicking their feet out as they open it up. “Markings are inside.”

“Finally, a musician who knows what they’re doing,” Vasquez mutters and spins to lift up the lid and fold the music out in front of them. They wiggle their fingers and quickly play the first couple of measures with their right hand. Making a pleased noise in the back of their throat, they turn back to Alex who has their eyes closed, and coughs quietly. Alex’s eyes fly open.

“I’ve got a couple of hours free just now. You can put your case there.” Vasquez points to their rather large windowsill. “I’ll get a stand.”

Free of having to make the decision themselves, Alex does as instructed and takes a series of deep breaths as they apply resin to their bow, trying desperately to calm the panic that did its best to overcome them every time they even thought of playing in front of someone new.

“Have you thought about telling Kara? And your parents?”

“Kara yes, Mom and Dad no.” Alex sighs.

“From what I know about Kara, I don’t think she’ll have an issue with it,” says Lucy carefully.

“Is it fair to her for me to tell her, though?”

“Is it fair to you to not?”

“But can I ask her to keep it a secret? I mean, you know what she’s like with secrets, Lucy.”

“She’s okay with important stuff. You want to tell her at some point, right?”

“Yeah.” Alex sighs again and rubs their forehead. “I don’t like keeping things from her. But I don’t want to spook her.”

“Spook her?”

“I don’t want her to think that I’m not me anymore. I am still me.”

“She’ll know that, Alex.”

“How will she? She still has nightmares about the family she’s already lost. I can’t go to her and say ‘hey, the sister you thought you knew, the one who promised to protect you and love you no matter what? Well, she’s not who you thought she was.’”

“You said it yourself. You’re the same person.”

“Yes, but she doesn’t know that.” Frustration leaks into Alex’s voice and they hunch further into themselves. “She doesn’t know that I’ll still protect her and love her. She doesn’t know that I’m not abandoning her.”

“Give Kara some credit,” says Lucy. “She’s not going to think you’re abandoning her.”

“No? Lucy, she thinks I know everything. Not – not school stuff, not smart stuff, but she thinks I know everything about how this world works. So how can I confess that I am just as baffled by it, by my own mind as any other human being?”

“Alex,” breathes Lucy. Alex knows then that she’s seen straight through them. “None of this makes you weak.”

“I know, but…” Alex struggles for a moment. “The one thing I’ve always been able to rely on is my mind, and now I’m doubting everything I’ve ever known about myself and that is fucking scary.”

“But it’s also okay. Kara will get it. Doubting yourself is part of being human.”

“Oh yeah, Kara will get that,” snorts Alex. Lucy sticks her tongue out and some of the tension seeps out of Alex’s shoulders.

“Not my fault you have an alien for a sister. Some of us have flawed humans instead, thank God.”

Alex is silent for a moment. When they speak again, they can’t stop the panic clinging to their words.

“Lucy, how do I tell her I don’t want to be called her sister?”

They don’t hear Lucy’s reply the first time she gives it. They force their eyes to refocus on Lucy whose hand is squeezing their shoulder tight.

“You don’t have to stop being her sister. Gender neutral language is there if you want to use it, but you don’t have to.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been her sister,” says Alex. They stare at Lucy, who is still watching them with more patience than they’ve ever seen her exhibit. Their heart continues to pound. “Ever since she arrived, we’ve always been the Danvers sisters. People have taken us as a package deal. The Danvers Sisters, who should come with a warning. Y’know. All that stuff. A unit. But I don’t think I’ve ever felt like a sister, exactly. It’s not a wrong description, just not the best fit. So maybe sibling is.”

Being around Vasquez is comfortable. There’s no personal information exchanged at any of their meetings. They interact for the music only, and it’s freeing.

Alex doesn’t bring up gender, and neither does Vasquez, though Alex suspects they have an inkling. Alex runs into Vasquez’s girlfriend as they’re leaving a rehearsal one evening and they shake her hand with a tight smile.

They know for sure that Vasquez knows after their first attempt at playing while binding. It’s only then that Alex realises how long their break from the violin had been. By the time they’d found both the courage and the funds to buy their first binder, their violin had to have been collecting dust for a matter of years, so they hadn’t thought twice about scheduling a two-hour practice with Vasquez on a binding day.

Alex plays for half an hour before their side twinges and their bow stutters on the strings. Vasquez waits patiently for them to stretch and they continue, fingers hammering away, barely making it to the end of the movement before they have to stretch again. They think nothing of it until they enter a fast passage and the number of breaths they’re taking isn’t getting them the amount of air they need and they stop abruptly.

Their heart is pounding and their head starting to swim a little, and Alex takes three stumbling steps to the side to put down their violin and lean against the wall, breathing as deeply as possible and feeling more claustrophobic than they’ve ever felt in their life.

“Bathroom?” they manage to squeeze out, and Vasquez points them to it without a word. They fumble with their shirt buttons and grip the hem of their binder as tightly as they can, peeling it up until they can take an unrestricted breath in. They begin to relax, binder still tangled around their shoulders, arms around their head, and give two hefty coughs.

“You have to learn to breathe with the music.”

Alex frowns as they take in these new instructions. “Why?”

“Think of this piece, any piece, as a series of musical sentences. It makes no sense if you play it without phrasing those sentences, just as it makes no sense to perform a play in a monotonous voice.”

Alex doesn’t look convinced.

Eventually, Alex pulls their binder off. They stay in the bathroom, sat on the closed lid of the toilet, running the material through their fingers as they work out an escape plan.

Vasquez comes to the rescue when they knock, and Alex realises how long they’ve been in there.

“Danvers, all okay?”

“Yeah,” they reply shortly. Embarrassment runs up their neck, red.

“Do you want to borrow a baggy hoodie?”

Alex sits up a bit. “Please.” They listen as footsteps retreat and then return, and they pop the lock on the door to crack it open. Vasquez’s hand dangles a deep blue, almost unfairly soft-looking hoodie where they think Alex’s hands are and Alex takes it, gratefully.

As they pull it on and fold their binder into a small enough wad to stuff in their back pocket, Alex concedes to themselves that Maggie’s point, made as she set up in another bar, about meeting other people in the community being useful and nice might have been a good one.

“Have you ever watched a really, really good orchestra play? Have you noticed that before they start, everyone takes a deep breath, together? String players, percussionists, the conductor, as well as the musicians who need to actually blow into their instruments. That’s because it’s part of the music.”

Alex did the research before they bought the binder. They know the risks, the safety concerns, and as much as they hate it, they take a week’s break from binding while their ribs recover and they get their confidence in their playing back. It’s okay for the days when they don’t mind their chest not being so flat. It’s okay for lab days, where they’ve long made their peace with the fact that an eight-hour lab session followed by another five in the library is several hours’ binding too many – and anyway, their lab coat covers most of what they want to hide. The other days?

They’re hell.

There’s no reason, absolutely no reason at all why they should feel like this.

But they do.

It’s unsettling.

Both in how it just appears and how it feels, the sensation of something being not quite right and yet they can’t put their finger on what.

The dysphoria sets in early one morning before they’ve even properly woken up, and for the first time, Alex seriously contemplates skipping classes to hide under their duvet. Instead, they bundle up in far too many layers for the weather with their favourite beanie and jeans and brave the unsuspecting lecture theatre.

They barely last the day. As soon as their last lecture finishes, they’re rushing back to change into their baggy shorts and two-sizes-too-big hoodie. It’s the wrong size by accident, but when they wear it and slouch a little, it’s almost as good as their binder, and brings with it a sense of relief that nearly makes Alex cry.

Rao.

It’s

dysphoria.

And

and suddenly that makes so much sense because if there is one feeling that characterises discomfort or distress at the mismatch between what Eliza says and what their heart feels then this is it, this is it,

it’s dysphoria.

But having the label for this godawful feeling that they’ve had before doesn’t help and if anything, it makes it worse because there is nothing they can do.

Nothing.

So they go for a run.

They bind.

They contemplate, just for a moment, pulling out their violin but no, no, bad, bad idea.

They bind and they wear their favourite jeans that hide their hips and their favourite beanie that makes their jaw look sharper and their favourite shirt that hugs their shoulders and their hoodie, their faithful hoodie.

Their mind is fogged up and numb. It lingers for days, and they know Lucy has noticed now because Alex is not quite as sharp with their comebacks as they usually are, they’re not as bothered about the mud on the floor or the noise Lucy makes coming in early in the morning.

Maggie notices, and Alex fights the instinct to push her away and hide.

Instead, they try to do their best to explain. Maggie tries to understand. They’re sure they botch the explanation of what’s wrong amid disgusted mumbles about silhouettes and reflections and clothes that don’t hang the way they should.

It’s just one of those things, they suppose, that’s hard to understand if you’ve never experienced it.

Nevertheless, the discomfort sits on the back of their tongue and they curl up on their bed with the latest edition of Nature – the one piece of post Eliza is never late at sending on – and retreat behind the familiar shield of science. It helps, the tiniest bit.

Gone is the unease they’d felt at the idea of grieving in the room they shared with Lucy. In its place is the terror at being anywhere outside the room where they could be seen, and it completely slips their mind that they’re meant to be meeting Maggie at the library.

“Danvers?”

No.

No no no no Maggie can’t see them like this, no. Telling her about it and seeing her react to them as this wreck are two completely different things.

“Al, you in there?”

There’s scraping of keys in the lock and Alex wonders just for a second when they gave Maggie a key (and how they had a key to give her) but then two of their three favourite people are pouring through the door and the concern isn’t just on Lucy’s face but on Maggie’s too.

Concern, and not disgust.

Alex’s initial reaction is to dart off their bed and stand awkwardly by their desk, hand in their hair as though everything is fine.

They ignore the exchanged look that means Maggie and Lucy have seen right through them.

“Hey, guys,” they say. “Good day? How’re you both doing? Everything’s good here.”

“Cut it out, Alex.” They can tell Maggie means business in that take-no-shit way of hers. She folds her arms and shifts her weight onto one leg and eyeballs them, hard. “What can I do? To help you?”

Alex shrugs and folds their own arms.

“What do you usually do?”

“None of that’s working,” Alex grits out. “I – it – usually I can work my way through this but it’s not working, and I don’t know why.”

They slowly slip back onto their bed. Lucy and Maggie settle either side of them. The three sit in silence until Maggie gives a deep sigh, squeezing Alex’s knee.

“I have a friend – from my own support group, you really should give them a try – who’s dating someone non-binary. I can see if they’d be willing to meet you, or we could meet up the four of us, or something. It’s got to be better than this, right?”

She has a point. And even though they can think of very few things worse than having to talk about feelings with a stranger - even a stranger vetted by Maggie – the prospect of someone understanding what this feels like is quite attractive.

***

It turns out to be the thing that helps most in perhaps the most surprising way, because this non-binary acquaintance is actually Vasquez.

They didn’t know Maggie and Vasquez’s girlfriend knew each other.

Vasquez didn’t know that Maggie and Alex knew each other either, apparently.

Maggie goes to introduce Alex to Vasquez and Erin and sees the nods of recognition the three of them share.

Somehow Vasquez knows them well enough to let them take the lead and Alex stumbles through an explanation because gender and music in the same space? Unchartered, unsettling territory. Maggie, thankfully, doesn’t press it, but with the furrow in her brow, Alex can see her marking it as a conversation for later.

Maggie and Erin head for the pool table while Vasquez settles opposite Alex at the booth. Alex can sense it coming – and it’s hard to not bolt, but they trust Maggie and they trust Vasquez to a point and if Maggie thinks this could help them, then, well. It’s worth a try, they reckon. In their head, they nod decisively, and they sit a little taller.

“Alright, Danvers?” says Vasquez casually and Alex nods again, leaning back and taking a sip of lukewarm beer. Vasquez leans closer, clearly not one to beat around the bush. “Erin said that Maggie said you wanted to meet more people like us.”

Alex stiffens despite themselves.

“I’m part of a group who do game nights and trips to the movies, stuff like that. It’s a group where none of us are cis.”

Impossibly, Alex stiffens more.

“You don’t have to make any proper commitment,” continues Vasquez as they study the collection of beer mats on the table, avoiding eye contact that Alex doesn’t want to make. “I can let you know when we’re meeting and you can decide on a case by case basis, if you’d like.”

Alex gives a shrug. They want it to be dismissive, but it ends up more curious.

“And listen. This kind of chat isn’t my forte either, but I know what it’s like to feel alone with…stuff like this, and I want you to know that I’m here for you as much or as little as you want me to be. It doesn’t change anything that happens musically between us. And we never have to speak about this again.”

“Sounds great,” manages Alex. Vasquez’s eyes twinkle at them in a relieved smirk.

“What do you say we go and show them how to really play pool?”

Alex gratefully follows them to where their girlfriends are setting up a new game. Alex leans into Maggie’s side and wraps an arm around her waist, leaning down to whispers a ‘thank you’ in her ear. Maggie squeezes their hand briefly and hip checks them as she hands them her cue.

***

“Why do you not talk about your music?”

It comes out of the blue as they walk hand-in-hand to Maggie’s room. Alex sighs.

“It’s not a criticism,” clarifies Maggie. “You’re intensely private about it, even with me. Even with Lucy.”

“Are you not?”

“How could I? I play in public more than anything else. I guess, I don’t have the luxury of privacy when it comes to music.”

Alex chews their lip. “Kara…and my mom. They’ve been the priority since Dad died, y’know? It never ends well if I express any sort of opinion at home and I think,” they say slowly, “that part of me still feels ashamed that I’m doing something that lets me be angry at the universe for taking Dad.”

Maggie hms beside them. “I’m sorry, Alex.”

“Oh, it’s, eh,” dismisses Alex.

“No.” Maggie spins them so she can look up seriously into Alex’s eyes. “The days of you pushing down your feelings are officially over, Alex.”

Alex doesn’t know what to do with that, so they just kiss her.

#nb!alex #sanvers #sanvers au #sanvers fic #alex danvers #medicine for the soul #my fic #i appear to have lost the ability to put in page breaks #hm #hey ho #enjoy?

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fangzeronos · 6 years ago

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A Luthor and A Super Ch. 10

Ch.1/Ch.2/Ch.3/Ch.4/Ch.5/Ch.6/Ch.7/Ch.8/Ch.9

Kara sighed as she stirred slowly the next morning, hearing a pounding on the front door of the penthouse. She grumbled and got up, grabbing one of Lena’s shirts and pulling it on before hopping in a pair of shorts and x-raying the door. “Alex?” she mumbled, making her way out and opening the door. “Alex? What are you doing here?”

“Tracking your ass down,” Alex said, brushing past her sister. “Where were you last night? After you left the DEO?”

“I was here,” Kara said. “I left the DEO and I went to LCorp to surprise Lena. Eve came in and we went to the lab where Lena told me about some experiments she’d been doing because a heart she’d been testing Harun-El on was stolen by Manchester. We opened the vault and I got hit with Kryptonite, and we found out it was Lex’s. We left there and I was here the rest of the night. Lena’s naked and asleep if you want me to wake her up so you can hear it from her.”

Alex’s face blanched and she narrowed her eyes. “No. It was bad enough when you broke her fingers during—ugh. The reason I’m asking is because the President is dead. Oval Office CCTV showed Supergirl roasting him with Heat Vision. Colonel Haley was there as well, and she’s dead too. Several other members of Government were injured.”

Kara’s eyes got wide. “Alex, I swear that wasn’t me!” she said, stumbling back and sitting down at the bar beside the kitchen. “I was here with Lena all night. I swear to Rao that wasn’t me!” Her hands clenched as she looked down, fighting back tears.

Alex wrapped her arms around Kara, kissing her head softly. “I know it wasn’t you, honey. I had to ask anyway. I’ve got some big Government people breathing down my neck for answers,” she said.

Kara nodded softly, looking over and seeing Lena walking out of the bedroom, a robe covering her up with just the quickest flash of purple lace panties, a fact that made Kara lick her lips softly. “Hi, babe,” she said.

“Mm…morning,” Lena yawned, walking over and wrapping her arm around Kara’s shoulders, kissing her cheek. “Woke up and you weren’t there.”

“Sorry, Lena. That’s my fault,” Alex said, explaining about what happened to the White House. “Basically everything’s gone to hell.”

“I would bet that Lex has something to do with this,” Lena said. “He has to. He hates anything and anyone Kryptonian.” She sighed and moved around the bar, setting a tea kettle on the stove. “Alex, we’ve got something we have to do this morning, but we’ll come by the DEO when we’re done, get this sorted out.”

Alex nodded, sighing softly. “Alright.” She kissed Kara’s cheek, reaching over and squeezing Lena’s hand. “I’ll see you soon.” She walked out and shut the door, sighing softly and shaking her head. “This isn’t going to be good…”

Kara sighed, shaking her head as she got up. “First Lex is loose, Manchester steals the Harun-El heart, and then Lockwood and James, and now this bullshit. What the fuck is going on?!”

Lena walked over, wrapping her arms around Kara’s waist and hugging her tightly. “Hey. Don’t stress. We’re going to fix all of this, and we’ll do it together. Alright? It’s what we do, baby. We’ll start with Lex’s Kryptonite, and we’ll go from there. When this is all over, we’ll celebrate and have fun until the next crisis.”

Kara nodded, leaning back against Lena and sighing softly. “Yeah. Which, for us, might just be next week,” she said. “I’m going to get dressed and I’ll go get Cisco.” She turned and kissed Lena’s cheek softly, walking off to the bedroom again and sighing as she rubbed her arms softly, more out of nerves then cold. She dressed in her usual cardigan and skirt, making her way back out. “I’ll meet you at the Lab, Lee.”

Lena set her tea down and walked over, putting her hands against Kara’s cheeks before leaning in and kissing her girlfriend. “I love you so much. Please don’t let this bother you,” she whispered.

Kissing Lena in return, the blonde nodded softly. “Easier said then done, but I’ll try.” She smiled a bit, turning her head and kissing Lena’s palm before she grabbed her bag and walked out of the apartment. She hit the elevator and walked out of the building before she headed into the alley and hit the breach device.

The second breach opened in S.T.A.R. Labs on Earth-1, and Kara looked around, biting her lip softly. “Hello? Cisco? Caitlin? Barry?” she called, starting to walk around. “Hello!! Anyone here?” She turned a corner and yelped as she came face to face with Caitlin Snow, the bio-engineer screaming at the same time. “Caitlin!”

“Kara!” Caitlin said, putting her hand on her chest and sighing. “What are you doing here?! You scared the hell out of me!”

“Sorry!” Kara said with a smile, hugging Caitlin. “I’m looking for Cisco. Where’s he at?” As she asked her question, the man in question walked up behind Caitlin, grinning as he saw Kara. “Cisco!”

“Hey, girl,” Cisco said with a grin. “What do you need? Is something wrong? Someone trying to rewrite reality again or is it Dominators?”

Kara smiled and shook her head. “No, nothing that dangerous. I…need your help. My girlfriend, Lena Luthor, her brother just got out of jail and stashed a lot of Kryptonite in LCorp, and we need to get rid of it. Could you--?”

“I can gather it and breach it to a dead world,” Cisco said. “Or I can breach it right there in the lab.” He smiled and led Kara and Caitlin deeper into the Lab, grabbing his gauntlets and glasses. “I’m ready whenever you are.” He turned to Caitlin. “Do me a favor. If Barry asks where I am, tell him and that I’ll be back to help with Nora soon.”

“Got it,” Caitlin said with a smile and a nod.

“Who’s Nora?” Kara asked.

“Remember the water girl from Barry and Iris’ wedding? The one that was like…the Energizer Bunny on Red Bull and a sugar high?” Caitlin asked. “That’s Nora West-Allen. Barry and Iris’ daughter from the future.”

“Wicked!”

“No, not really,” Cisco said. “She’s…kind of gone bad after we found out she was working with Eobard Thawne.”

“That asshole Reverse Flash?!” Kara asked with wide eyes.

“Yep,” Cisco said, tossing his hand out and opening the breach. “Fill you in later. I’ll be back quick, Cait.”

“Got it,” Caitlin said with a smile, watching Cisco and Kara step through the breach back to Earth-38.

The next day, after saying goodbye to Cisco and giving Lena a tour of Earth-1, Kara stood with Lena outside of LCorp, James Olsen in front of them in full Guardian gear with a dozen Children of Liberty members behind him. Kara folded her arms, narrowing her eyes while Lena clenched her hands around the straps of her bag, fully intending on beating the hell out of her ex-boyfriend if she had to.

“Two minutes, James. Talk fast,” Lena growled. “Why did you out Kara to the entire world on live television?”

James scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I don’t answer to you, Luthor. Not anymore. But, since you’re being so demanding, just like you always are, it’s because of jealousy. You two got so disgustingly close after she told you the truth and you got drunk and sent bullshit texts and voicemails, and I couldn’t stand it. If I couldn’t have you, I’d take away what was important.”

Lena dropped her bag and lashed out, slamming her fist into James’ face, making him stumble back before she clawed at him, scratching his cheek and neck. “You son of a bitch!” she snarled, trying to lunge for him again only to be stopped by Kara holding her back. “Let go of me, Kara! I’m going to rip his throat out with my teeth! He’ll gargle in his own blood as he dies! Fucking let me go!”

“No!” Kara snapped, holding Lena back. “As much as you want to break his head open, you can’t. You’ve proven to be better then this, Lena. He’ll get his soon enough when the Children of Liberty are finished. Lockwood can’t hold power forever.”

James laughed, rubbing his cheek and wiping the blood away. “That’s where you’re wrong. He’ll have all the power he needs and it’s thanks to your friend Manchester.” He turned and started walking away, stopping when Superman landed in front of him, separating him from the other Children of Liberty. “Oh, hell.”

“James,” Clark said as he folded his arms. “You’re coming with me. We’re going to have a long talk, and it’s best if your “friends” behind me just drop their weapons and walk away. If they don’t, all thirteen of you are going to jail.” He cocked an eyebrow and smiled. “What’s it going to be, James?”

“Put them down. Weapons, masks, shields. Go home,” James said, looking at the men. As they walked away, James narrowed his eyes. “You won’t get away with stopping me, Clark. Lockwood’s got more then just fanatics on his side.”

“I don’t care about Lockwood. I care about my friend betraying someone that he should have been protecting,” Clark said, grabbing James’ arm. “We’re going to have a long discussion about this, James. You won’t like how it ends.” He lifted up and looked at Kara. “I’ll deal with him. You stop Lex, Manchester, and Lockwood.”

Kara nodded, still refusing to let go of a struggling Lena. “You got it. They’ll be stopped today and hopefully that’s the end of it.” She watched Clark take off with James, and she looked at Lena. “You gonna stop fighting?”

Lena huffed, going limp in Kara’s arms as she got set back on the ground. “Damn you,” she said, glaring at Kara. “Why did you stop me?!”

“Because it’s the right thing to do,” Kara said, frowning softly. “I’m sorry, Lena, but Clark taking him was the right thing. As much as we both wanted to rip his spine out.”

“And beat him with it,” Lena growled, her hands clenched. She sighed and looked away, picking her bag up softly. “Find J’onn. Deal with Manchester. I’ll help Alex find Lockwood and Lex.” She walked off, getting in her car and taking off.

“Lena,” Kara sighed, floating up and heading for J’onns office. She landed outside and smiled softly as she touched the plaque on the doorframe. Walking in, she looked around and bit her lip. “J’onn?”

J’onn walked out from the back of the office, smiling softly. “Kara. What can I do for you?”

“I need to know where Manchester is. I’m putting an end to this,” Kara said.

J’onn got quiet, sitting down at his desk. “Sit.” When Kara did, he sighed softly and bit his lip. “Manchester’s dead. I confronted him at the dam a few nights ago and he tried to taunt me into killing him. Unfortunately, he was using the Staff of H'ronmeer, and when I got it back from him, he tried to attack me again. I…used the Staff and killed him. I’m sorry, Kara. I…” He sighed and put his head in his hands, looking down and feeling ashamed.

Kara got up and put her hand on J’onn’s shoulder before she leaned in and hugged him tightly. “It’s alright, J’onn. You did what you had to,” she whispered. “Did…he say anything about having a heart that he took from LCorp?”

J’onn sighed, trying to think. “He mentioned working on something big to give to Lex Luthor. Said “It’s the thing to beat Supergirl once and for all.” It could be what he was talking about. Why?”

“Lena went to Alex to start looking for Lex and Lockwood, and I’ll need all the help I can get to stop them both today. If Lex has that heart, there’s no telling what he’d do with it,” Kara said. She looked over as J’onn’s phone went off, and she watched him pick up.

“Text from Alex. She’s got eyes on Lex and Lockwood. They’re in the DEO,” J’onn said. “Demanding you show up and surrender.”

“Let’s go,” Kara said, looking at J’onn. “You have to help me, J’onn. I can’t do this without you this time.” She stood back and bit her lip, hoping he’d help. She grinned when he stood up and shifted into his Martian Manhunter look. “Let’s go.” She took off and ran out of the office, leaping into the air and hearing J’onn behind her.

Alex narrowed her eyes, gun in hand as she pointed it at Lex and Lockwood. “You two get the hell out of my Agency now. Otherwise you’re both under arrest.”

“I’m sorry, Ms. Danvers. I’m afraid you don’t have the authority to arrest me,” Lex said with a smile. “Considering who I have with me. Miss Tessmacher!” He turned and smiled as Eve walked in with a surprising figure beside her.

“Kara?” Alex asked, her eyes wide. “No, you’re not my sister. You just look like her.”

“Funny how that happened,” Lex said. “You see, last year when she stopped Ms. Arias, the Harun-El split your sister into two distinct people. Kara Danvers, and my Red Daughter. She’s the one that killed the President, Ms. Danvers. So, you see, having my own Kryptonian to help discredit your sister has worked perfectly. There’s anti-Supergirl sentiment in Washington at the moment because of this.”

Alex lowered her gun softly, looking at the Kryptonian in front of her. “Listen to me. Lex is using you to hurt people. You don’t have to do this. He’s manipulating you.”

The Red Daughter just shook her head. “That is where you are wrong,” she said with a Russian accent. “Alex has proven to me that Americans are the problem. You are all what is wrong with the world.”

“I’m Alex,” Alex said, stepping forward. “That’s Lex Luthor. He’s the bad guy.”

“Listen to her, honey,” Lena said, walking out of the lab and looking at the gathered group. “He manipulated me my entire life, he’s orchestrated a hundred different events to get to this point, and when he’s done with you, he’ll throw you out like a piece of trash. He isn’t the man you think he is.”

“Shut it, Luthor,” Lockwood said, turning and shooting Lena, dropping her to the ground. “Anyone that fucks an alien deserves the same thing the leeches get.”

“Lena!” two Kara’s voices yelled at the same time.

A gust of wind ripped through the DEO as Kara knelt beside Lena, helping her sit up softly. “Lena, are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” Lena said with a smile. “Got the shoulder. Stop them.”

Kara lifted Lena up, taking her back into the lab. “Stay here.” She walked back out, narrowing her eyes. “I figured the Harun-El would have had a side effect on me, but I didn’t think it’d be like this.” Her expression softened, and she folded her hands in front of her. “You don’t have to stand with Lex. He’ll only hurt you. You reacted the same way I do when something happens to Lena. That means something.”

“Don’t let her manipulate you,” Lex said. “This is what you’ve trained for. Kill her and rid the world of her.” He turned to face the Red Daughter. “Do what I’m telling you! Now!”

Shaking her head, the Red Daughter stepped away from Lex. “No. I will not hurt her. I…I do not want to hurt her.”

Lex sighed, shaking his head softly as he pulled a gun out of his pocket. “A damn shame. She could have ripped this planet apart without a second thought.” He aimed and fired at the Red Daughter, a Kryptonite bullet entering her back and sending her toppling to the ground.

Alex rushed over and put pressure on the wound, her hands shaking. “BRAINY!” she yelled.

“NO!” Kara snapped, rushing Lex and ripping the gun out of his hand before throwing it away, pinning Lex to the wall and tightening her grip around his throat. “I could snap your neck in an instant!”

“Then do it!” Lex laughed, holding his hands up. “Do it then, Danvers. Prove to everyone that you’re not as wholesome as they think you are!”

Kara’s hand tightened around Lex’s throat, and she felt his pulse under her fingers, feeling how quick it was. Her eyes lit with her head vision and she growled low in her throat before she slammed Lex into the ground, letting go of his throat and stepping back. “I won’t kill you. As much as I goddamned want to, I won’t. I won’t become the murderer people think I am.” She backed off and walked over to Alex, kneeling beside her clone.

Lex coughed and got up, seeing the Kryptonite gun. He grabbed it and pointed it at Kara before another shot rang out, looking down and seeing blood on his shirt. He hit his knees as the gun dropped from his hand, looking behind him at Lockwood. “Helping them, Lockwood?” he asked, coughing as he collapsed backward.

“Yes,” Lockwood said, tossing his gun down before pulling his Agent Liberty mask off and letting it thunk on the floor of the DEO. “Seeing two Supergirls both care for one human, seeing the compassion in her eyes…I realize I was wrong.” He unstrapped the ballistics vest he wore, tossing it down before getting on his knees and putting his hands behind his head. “The Children of Liberty are done. Aliens are as much people as we are.”

J’onn walked over and handcuffed Lockwood, pushing him over to another agent. “Lock him up.”

Kara kept pressure against the wound softly, watching Alex dig out the Kryptonite bullet. She winced at the sight of the Kryptonite, feeling Alex clean the wound before starting to stitch it up. “You’re going to be ok. Alex is the best, and we’ll get you fixed up.”

The Red Daughter nodded softly, wincing as she felt Alex stitching her back. “I am so sorry. I…I should have seen that Alex—no, Lex was the bad one. I am so sorry, Supergirl.”

Kara smiled, moving her clone’s hair out of her face softly. “Call me Kara. We are twins after all. Do you have a name?”

She shook her head. “I was always called “The thing” or “Girl”. Never gave me a name. I cannot be Kara Danvers.”

Kara nodded softly, helping her sit up after Alex was done before helping her to her feet. “We’ll have time to work on that. Let Alex get you to the medical lab and I’ll be right there with Lena.” She hugged the Red Daughter, smiling softly. “You can be a hero in your own right. There’s times I can’t do it, so it’ll be good to have help.”

Alex smiled softly, taking her sister’s clone deeper into the DEO to finish patching her up, both women starting to talk to each other.

Lena walked out of the lab again, holding a stack of gauze to her shoulder before making her way to Kara. She took her girlfriend’s hand softly, kissing her knuckles. “Are you alright?”

Kara nodded softly, squeezing Lena’s hand softly. “Yeah,” she said. “Lena, about earlier—”

“Stop,” Lena said. “I’m sorry about that. I…I had no right to get angry at you. You stopped me before I did something I’d regret, and I got mad about it. It’s my fault and I’m sorry, baby.” She leaned up and kissed Kara’s cheek before her eyes landed on Lex. “Is he--?”

Kara nodded softly. “Lockwood shot him in the back and surrendered,” Kara said. “He shot the Red Daughter when she wouldn’t kill me, and he tried to shoot me when I put him in the floor. Alex has her in medical. She doesn’t have a name, but it’s something she’ll figure out on her own.” She sighed softly, pressing her hands to her eyes. “Manchester’s dead. J’onn got to him. He said Lex had the Harun-El heart, but if Lex had it, he’d have used it on himself. I don’t…know where the heart is, honey.”

Lena smiled softly. “Maybe that’s for the best. Harun-El was a bad experiment anyway.” She put her hand on Kara’s cheek, brushing her thumb over her skin softly. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“I don’t know,” Kara whispered, sitting down and sighing softly. “I’m tired. Kryptonite, Lex, Lockwood, James, the Harun-El clone of myself, Haley…I’m tired. I don’t think I want to Supergirl for a while. I…I think I need a break.”

Lena nodded, sitting in Kara’s lap and kissing her cheek. “Then we’ll take a break. We’ll go on vacation. Anywhere you want to go.”

Kara smiled softly and nodded, giving Lena a squeeze. “Right now, we need to go to the medical lab and get that shoulder taken care of. I will not have you bleed out in my lap, Luthor.”

“Yes, Danvers,” Lena said with a grin. She got up and smiled when Kara took her hand, the pair walking down the hall where Alex was with the Red Daughter.

“What do you think of “Karen” as a name, Alex?” she asked, biting her lip as she looked back at Alex.

“Karen. Karen Danvers. Hm…I like it,” Alex said with a smile. “Suits you.”

Kara walked in and smiled softly. “I love it. Kara, Karen, and Alex Danvers,” she said. “We’re the three biggest badasses.”

“Excuse me? I’m here too, you ass,” Lena said, shoving Kara and sticking her tongue out.

“Well…you’re not officially a Danvers yet, Lena,” Alex said, taping gauze down onto Karen’s wound and helping lower the shirt down. “What’s rule number one, Kara?”

“Don’t screw with the Danvers sisters!” Kara laughed, causing Lena, Alex, and Karen to start laughing as well.

Lena smiled softly, closing her eyes as she felt Kara working on her bullet wound. With her brother dead and the Children of Liberty hopefully never coming back, she knew that she and Kara could finally be happy and get on with their lives. If anyone had told her six months ago that she’d be sitting with her girlfriend and her clone after being told her best friend was Supergirl, she’d have thought they were crazy. For once, she was glad she wasn’t because she finally had the support and love she always wanted, and it was all thanks to Kara.

#Supergirl #SuperCorp #Lena Luthor #Kara Danvers #Only one chapter left people

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hanasnx · 8 months ago

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sweet, soft sex w/ j’onn j’onnz

MINORS DNI 18+

NOTES: DC is for December Event! — request DC characters.

The large and warm hand of J’ONN J’ONZZ spans your stomach, stroking down delicately as an elegant thumb nestles at the apex of your slit. It rests there comfortably, not yet disturbing your bud while his other arm slithers around you tighter. You’re as close as you can be to him, cheek to cheek while you lay on your back and his chest is to your shoulder, legs tangled together as he’s maneuvered into you so he can lazily slide in and out with little to no effort. Every so often, he presses a lingering open-mouthed kiss on your neck and jaw, anything he can reach is fair game as he sucks the salt off your skin, tonguing your peach hairs and feeling the blood rush in your veins through the thin layer.

You shudder as he bottoms out, the wet sound of your conjoined bodies squelching softly. Nuzzling each other’s faces, it’s a sickly sweet show of affection, feeding off the nectar of each other’s bodies as he begins to record information he receives telepathically. Carefully, he kisses his forehead to your temple, a display of linking the two of you in this safe space. You gasp from the new sensations being downloaded into your nervous system: flashes of images, the overlaying of audio, smells of sex, how his pleasure becomes yours as yours becomes his.

There’s no verbal dialogue, only thoughts that you wonder if they’re your own. I missed you; I want you; Need you; Closer; More; More; Mine; Mine; Mine—

Not so much as clear lines of text, but emotions that bubble up and are coaxed into stronger sensations, rousing in your chest as he breathes through his mouth to move his hips a little faster. Mutual sounds pour out from the two of you, and you can’t tell who’s who, can’t tell who’s body is feeling what, who’s skin this is… It’s information your human brain can’t comprehend, only receive as he fucks into you, clutching you like you’re going to disappear.

I love you; I love you; I love you… you think over and over.

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multifics-canary · 7 years ago

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Different worlds(AoS/Supergirl) ch. 2 PT. 2

PT. 1

Two weeks later, Daisy is settled in and became hacking partners with Winn, close friends with Alex, Vasquez--that reminded her fairly of piper-- Kara, and Maggie, and already had a close father-daughter relationship with J’onn. She kept her work life and social life to a minimum. The agent stayed at the DEO, with an alien named Mon-El and during her first week, taught him a lesson on not to mess with her. Even with him having powers similar to Kara, Daisy beat him easily. That’s when Kara finally admitted to herself that she had a crush on Daisy. On the beginning of her third week, Daisy was getting interviewed for a job.

Kara had helped her get a job as the new I.T. person at Catco Worldwide media. She would have been interviewed by the infamous and terrifying Cat Grant, but Daisy was being interviewed by new boss-- bosses actually-- Lena Luthor and James Olson. Daisy wasn’t scared, kinda nervous because she wants to make a new life. Something that she hasn’t really done. SHIELD had always been working in the shadows. Then HYDRA ruined that by making themselves known, and everyone was considered a fugitive.

Ridding of the thought, Daisy stood in the elevator calmly waiting for her destination to arrive. ‘Why is this taking so long?’ As if on cue, the doors opened and she quickly removed any emotion from her face, like she was taught. Kara was talking to Lena and James, not noticing that Daisy was nearing the office.

“Kara,” Lena interrupted smiling the reporter’s rambling, “your friend is here.” the reporter quickly stopped talking and turned around, smiling widely, her nose crinkling in the most adorable way. Daisy’s gaze softened slightly and the Luthor heiress noticed and smirked. Lena didn’t say anything and turned her gaze to her best friend.

“Kara, can you get me and James our usual from Noonan’s? Ms.Teschmacher is doing an errand for me.” She said sweetly, glancing at James as he shrugged, knowing what she was doing.

“Um, alright. I’ll see you later, Daisy.” The blonde waved and went towards the elevator before it closed completely. Daisy sighed softly and sat in the guest chair, as James sat in the chair opposite of her and Lena stood behind James, crossing her arms.

“So you're the new recruit at the DEO. Kara’s talked a lot about you, Ms. Johnson.” Lena smirked as she stared intensely at Daisy. But Daisy didn’t back down, she stared back with the same intensity, her face showing little to no emotion at all. James was impressed. The few people he knew that could do that were Lena-- in her moments-- Alex, Maggie, and J’onn.

“J’onn told me you're from another earth. Do you know Barry?” James asked, staring at Daisy with curiosity. The woman rolled her eyes and leaned back, tearing her eyes from the fierce stare. ‘Who is this Barry guy?’

“I’m from a different earth. So no, I don’t know whoever this Barry is.” she said, staring at both bosses calmly. James and Lena shared a look and James shrugged. The Luthor heiress smirks and steps forward.

“Ms. Johnson, if you would please follow me. Kara is usually right about people, let’s see if she is correct once more.” The Luthor said, not waiting for Daisy to follow. James watched as both women walked away. Even with the training he’s had at the DEO, James couldn’t hear Daisy’s footsteps. He was getting good at noticing footsteps and the only difficult one was Alex. ‘Just how much training has Daisy had?’

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“Thank you for your time, Ms. Johnson. You will hear from Ms. Teschmacher, James, or myself within a few days to let you know if you got the Job.” Lena said calmly, Daisy walking besides her as she looked for any and all exits.

“I look forward to hearing from you, Ms. Luthor.” Daisy winked at Lena and entered the the elevator. Once the doors closed, Lena smiled and entered the office, where James went over papers.

“How’d it go?” James asked without looking up. The Luthor heiress sat down in the chair Daisy was in and thought for a minute before she smiled.

“I can see why Kara likes her so much in such a short time. She doesn’t seem like one to hurt any of us. And the fact that Alex herself already has grown to like her, it means something. This is her results from what you wanted to know. Now the decision to give her the job is now up to you.” She said, taking out the results of what Daisy had to do. “I’m going to check on Sam. Later, Olson.” the Luthor turned and walked out, waving behind her.

James chuckled and looked over the results. ‘These are better than when Winn did this for me. Looks like we have another hacktivist in our hands.’

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Daisy gracefully moved around Alex as the superior agent gave a right uppercut to her face. The agents sparred everyday and it felt refreshing. For Daisy, it had been a long time since she had sparred with a superior. Alex was a good agent, but Daisy figured she had only been an agent for a couple years.

Alex on the other hand was happy. She only ever had J’onn to spar with, and seeing another person-- even if she was part alien at least-- was refreshing enough. How Daisy was an alien was a mystery to everyone but J’onn, and it intrigued the older Danvers to find out what she was. The only thing that bothered Alex, was the fact that she could sense something going on between her and little alien sister.

As they continued sparring, Daisy noticed a flash of blonde, blue and red in her peripheral vision. She quickly avoided a cross jab to the face and turned to Kara, who had silently entered the room. Daisy stood, her back to Alex, as she stared at the shy and quiet Kara Danvers, giving the older Danvers an advantage. Or so she thought.

Alex ran forward and was about to low sweep at Daisy’s feet, but Daisy--without turning around-- flipped over Alex and grabbed her arm, twisting it and buckling her legs, causing the superior agent to fall and be pinned to the floor. Alex was growling and trying to get Daisy off of her, but the ‘rookie’ didn’t budge. “God dammit, Daisy. How did you know how to do that?”

“I did have a teacher before. She would’ve taught you a thing or two.” The young agent smirked and got off of Alex. She winked at Kara as she passed her and went over to where her water bottle was. The younger Danvers blushed beet red as she tried to forget the graceful move as she walked over to her sister and helped her up. The older Danvers looked at Kara before looking at Daisy’s retreating figure.

“I’m going to take a nap. Farewell, Danvers sisters.” She waved behind her lazily, not looking at them. Alex had a look in her eyes as she stared at her younger sister, as Kara stared at Daisy’s disappearing figure, a faint blush on her cheeks. The younger Danvers knew her sister was staring at her, so she just walked over to the bench and took her cape off and tied her blonde hair in a high ponytail.

“Are we sparring or not, Alex?” Kara asked, completely avoiding her sister’s gaze as she walked to the center of the room. She heard Alex snicker a laugh as she typed a few things on the screen. The room began to glow a light green color and Kara felt her powers decrease and Alex waited until she adjusted to the lack of power. She hated it, but knew at some point her powers would fail her and she would have to rely on her own skills.

“Let’s see what you’ve got supergirl.”

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And here part 2! Should the ship name be superquake? Let me know what you think :)))

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coeurdastronaute · 8 years ago

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Giant: Ch. 15

To be safe up here with you Safe up here with you Safe up here with you Safe up here with you Safe up here with you

The summer started with a gentle growl. The streets filled with people, with tables and lingering evenings that were prolonged with the slow kind of sunset that melted into the horizon in no particular hurry. There was a quiet kind of buzz to the world, when the air grew thick and humid, that the long expanse of the hot days lingered and hissed in the road.

In the months following the attacks, her nights spent moonlighting slowed. It wasn’t that Supergirl wasn’t needed, it wasn’t that she couldn’t, it was just that there was a different kind of living that she was growing to like, a different kind of life that she felt taking shape, that she very much wanted to be a part. Different entities made it possible. J’onn embraced his heroic side, while Guardian enjoyed the late nights. Alex worked hard on the preventative side, while the world kept going, even without Kara’s constant vigilance. It meant she felt like she had a life.

The gala was alive, lingering outside despite the mild heat. The lights glowed from the roof, glowed from the poles and trees in the courtyard of the museum. Summer hummed just above the quartet, and Kara soaked up the evening, hoping that a new season would mean a new her. Lena soaked in Kara like she was the sun.

“Are those the people who said your growth was too slow?” Kara whispered, sipping the champagne.

“Yeah, that’s the Steele Financial director,” Lena nodded, following her girlfriend’s eyeline. “They said that they didn’t see a quick enough return. Not that I wasn't doing anything right.”

“Anyone who thinks you aren’t absolutely perfect and the greatest is wrong,” she disagreed, setting her jaw and staring daggers at them. “I’m going to tell them what a mistake they made by not… doing the deal thing or investing… the thing.”

“I appreciate it, but I think you’re a bit biased,” Lena chuckled as Kara continued to prowl and stare at the group.

“That’s beside the point. Anyone would agree with me.”

“Sure sure,” she chuckled. “Come on. Buy me another drink. I don’t have to go to work tomorrow.”

“I can go tell them they’re idiots,” Kara insisted as she let Lena drag her across the room. Hand on her hip, Lena guided her through the crowd, away from the temptation of fighting a battle that didn’t need fought. It was more than enough to have someone believe in her so much.

They were good at those things. Good at the parties and the music and the small talk. Lena was polished, while Kara was sweet. Lena would just smile while her girlfriend recalled birthdays and children’s ballet recitals, asking all the questions she could from people she thought as strangers. No one was a stranger to Kara for long. People actually enjoyed seeing the two, enjoyed talking with the relaxed Luthor and her adorable girlfriend. It was a new feeling, one she couldn’t remember feeling since she was a kid and her mother dragged her to all of those things and people liked them.

It wasn’t a habit to go often. Lena would send money, send another board member in her stead, but from time to time, she enjoyed getting dressed up and taking Kara out, because she had so much fun with her. She was convinced that anything with Kara would be fun. The dentists, or taxes, or the DMV-- any of it would be passably enjoyable with her Kryptonian.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come?” Kara asked as they skated through the party, smiling and muttering their hello’s. She carefully grabbed two bubbly flutes from a server’s tray as he danced through the hall.

“Maggie invited me to her party,” Lena promised. “You take your sister out for the bachelorette party. She needs it.”

“What are you all doing?” Kara asked, pretending to be innocent enough with it. She sipped her champagne and cocked her head slightly.

“Strip club and shooting range,” her girlfriend shrugged, surveying the room for possible problems. “It all seems very much like something the Detective would deem a perfect night.”

That was always the secret to a successful appearance; vigilance. If she never stopped looking, she could avoid everyone and she could remain happy and feeling the bubbles of her drink under her skin with the goofball she dated who currently gagged on her drink, sputtering and coughing at the admission.

“You’re-- you’re-- you’re going to-- a-- a strip club?”

“For a bachelorette party, yes.” Lena watched her for a moment before grinning at the blush that appeared and the adjustment made to her already straight glasses. “Is that a problem?”

“No, no, no I just… I hadn’t thought… It’s… No,” she decided quickly.

“It’s mostly for novelty. If it bothers you--”

“No, it doesn’t I just…,” Kara swallowed and looked around before leaning forward. Her cheeks were on fire, her neck was burning. “I just thought about you there and I got distracted. You know I don’t care, right? That I trust you?”

From incredibly turned on to alarmingly earnest, Lena was in love with those extremes that rested within her girlfriend. All close and right there, she smiled and nodded, not losing the eyes that were just barely rimmed in blue. With a nod, she bit her lip before deciding to kiss Kara’s.

“As long as you’re comfortable. I think we’re going mostly because Maggie’s old roommate manages the place. You could always meet us there. I think I’d like to see that, actually.”

“Oh goodness, me?” Kara swallowed and laughed nervously. “I don’t think so.”

“What are you all doing then?”

“I barely got my sister to agree to anything, so I’m not pushing it too much. Drinks and dancing and I’m thinking paintball.”

“That sounds like the kid’s version of our night,” Lena chuckled and leaned close. She only had eyes for one person at the moment, the rest of the party be damned.

“Are you… uh… are you, um, you know…?” Awkwardly, Kara cleared her throat and looked around, her fingers antsy with the stem of her champagne glass. “At the stri-- At the party. Are you. Are you going to get a-- you know…?”

“No,” she promised. “Not terribly appealing to me when I have everything I want, waiting for me at home.”

“Like I know that was a line,” Kara softened into Lena’s arms and let her kiss her jaw as she furrowed and debated the words, earning a chuckle and hum of lips. “But it was still super sweet.”

Constant vigilance, Lena remembered, as soon as she heard the throat clearing behind them. She blamed Kara for being perfectly kissable. She blamed her for plying her with lots of champagne. She blamed Jess for being too good at her job and scheduling her so efficiently she actually had a full Sunday off and thus freed her to drink copiously.

“If it isn’t National City’s hero and her girlfriend,” Cat Grant approached, swirling her drink absently, not giving up more than a glance.

Protectively, Kara put her hand around Lena’s waist and winced at the description. She adjusted her glasses and waited for the shoe to drop.

“Good evening, Cat,” Lena nodded, composing herself into this rigidity that Kara knew was for everyone else. Kara just nodded with a smile.

Immediately, as if someone flipped a switch, gone was the girl who giggled and made little jokes to make the reporter more at ease, to make her blush. Instead, all that remained was the CEO of a company with a building that defined the skyline of the city.

“You’re the talk of this event, you know,” the editor shamelessly sized them both up, looking between them. “The living image that’s become immortalized.”

“I don’t know about that,” Kara disagreed, shaking her head nervously. “We’re just. No. That was… months ago. Things have. There’s--” She played with her glass and she felt Lena’s hand on her back. Thumb hit the gentle bit of skin that appeared at the start of her bare shoulders.

“That was a private moment that we didn’t know everyone would take to,” Lena interrupted the flustered words of her girlfriend. “It wasn’t supposed to be so public, but the guy who took the picture is making a book. Maybe you can publish an article about the proceeds going to the Survivor’s Fund.”

“I like it,” Cat agreed. “Perhaps the issue will take a turn. Your cover could be the Healing Issue. The one moving forward. You’ll have to get me in contact with the photographer and we can do a part, linking the two--”

“I’m sorry, your cover?” Kara furrowed and caught up with the conversation.

“I thought I told you,” the CEO smiled, never letting on that she was slightly worried at Kara’s reaction. “Ms. Grant got in touch with me a few weeks ago about that Day.”

“You said yes?”

“It took some convincing, but if I can do it once, just talk about it, get it all over--”

“I asked you to leave her alone,” Kara stood a little taller and glared at Cat. She hadn’t imagined ever being able to say anything like that to the woman she idolized, but protecting Lena came as easily as breathing, came as autonomously as blinking.

“Kara…” her girlfriend tugged her softly.

“I asked you to leave her be, and you just couldn’t.”

“You know it's a story, and Ms. Luthor is more than capable of making her own decisions. You’re not thinking about it as a reporter in this moment, your bias is showing,” Cat disagreed. “I simply extended the offer--”

“Darn right I’m biased.”

“Kara, it’s fine,” Lena promised.

“Excuse me,” the hero shook her head and nodded to both. “I think I’m ready to go.”

Left almost surprised, Lena watched Kara politely excuse herself as best she could before kissing her cheek and telling her not to worry, she’d find a ride home. Lena looked back at the editor and felt as if she was missing something.

“Reporters,” Cat shrugged and emptied her glass.

It took a lot more effort for Lena to get out of the gala. She also knew that for Kara to be that upset, she might need her own bit of time to calm or to figure her own words out. The worst thing was trying to fight with a girl who stumbled all over herself, unsure of what she actually felt, and thus leading to a deeper fight. As endearing as Kara being unable to articulate in certain moments, Lena knew the frustration that came with not having the right words at the right time. She knew Kara. She knew how badly she wanted to be understood and what it must feel like to not be able to express the proper things in the words she grew up saying despite her tenure on Earth.

For the life of her, Lena didn’t want any fight at all, but something in the way Kara kissed her cheek, she knew what was coming. They were supposed to be over the hard part. They survived the blackest day in the city’s memory. They had each other.

The apartment was quiet though, when she entered and tossed her clutch on the table. Lena wasn’t sure why she almost expected different. She would have appreciated loud and angry because she could understand it.

“Kara, honey. I’m home,” Lena called as she kicked off her heels and began her trek down the hall, carefully taking earrings out on the journey. “I think we have something to talk about, but can I shower first? I need to get this make-up off of my face and I just feel gross after those things.”

Garnering no response, Lena paused and found their bedroom empty. She followed the stream of light coming from the office, careful to lean against the door while her girlfriend worked, ferociously typing something on her laptop.

“Hey,” Kara murmured without looking up from the screen.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m going to go shower real quick,” she explained, toying her fingers along the thick wood of the door jamb. It was easier to focus on that.

“Okay.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too,” the reporter returned. “You look… you look really pretty tonight.”

“Thank you,” Lena smiled to herself, letting the broody thing brood all of her broodiness out.

Even angry, even upset, Kara was still polite and incapable of being anything but there, right there, in it all. Lena knew not to push, but she knew how to juggle, and that was what living with Kara was, for as much as she coined herself the emotionally deficient one, Kara was not that far ahead. She just handled it better.

There was a time when she would be nervous at this, but Kara was her best friend, and for better or worse, that meant she just understood things. When they were in their first year of university, Lena remembered a moment in which Kara got so frustrated and angry, she just couldn’t talk. She sputtered and bit her mouth from the inside, and this was no where near that bad. That was her girlfriend though, someone who got locked up. She didn’t pull away, she just had to untangle herself.

Halfway through rinsing her hair though, Lena heard the bathroom door open and wiped her eyes to see the outline of her girlfriend just outside the fogged up glass door.

“Hey. Do I have to go to that thing Shelly invited me to tomorrow? Is it too improper to bail the day of?”

“To a baby shower? Possibly.”

“Fine. I guess I have to--”

“Why didn’t you tell me about the cover?” Kara asked on the other side of the door.

Lena dipped her head under the water once more, rinsing and buying herself a moment once she understood what was happening.

“I thought I had. I thought you knew, honestly.”

“I didn’t. Well. Kind of. That’s not. What I mean is. You usually ask me about things…”

“Thought it might be a conflict of interest? I don’t know,” she shrugged though her girlfriend wouldn’t see it. “I don’t usually run L-Corp PR policy past my girlfriend.”

“This is Lena Luthor PR policy, that I thought remained still ‘no comment,’” the reporter reminded her.

“Can’t this wait until I’m out of the shower?”

“I’m not mad at you, you know,” Kara informed her, quietly pacing. “I’m mad at Ms. Grant for even asking. She asked me to ask you, and I told her no, and to not ask you. I explicitly asked that she not--”

“I’m almost done, sweetie.”

“I know. I just want you to know.”

“You don’t have worry about me answering a few questions,” Lena reminded her as she lathered her shoulders.

“Yes I do.”

“No,” she chuckled. “You don’t.”

“Like heck I don’t!” Kara yelped. In the shower, Lena rinsed the suds off and let the water warm her as she tilted back her head one last time. “You still have dreams. You still wake up out of breath and upset. That day was hard on you, it was hard on all of us, and you ran into a darn building and pulled people out and I couldn’t--”

The water shut off and for a quiet moment, Lena refused to open the door though without the water, she could see Kara a bit clearer through it. The fog swirled around her as her thoughts drained.

Wrapping a towel around her waist, she finally stepped out and met an agitated Kryptonian, anxiously leaning against the counter.

“A reporter once told me that people are just going to keep talking until I get it over with and bite the bullet,” Lena reminded her.

“This is about you, being safe and healthy about this.”

“I’m fine,” she sighed, turning off the light and retreating into the bedroom.

Like a puppy, Kara carefully followed, crossing her arms and watching Lena disappear into the closet as she dug for something to sleep in. It was a fine line to walk with a Luthor. She remembered once when Lena told her that being in love with a Luthor was like loving a wildfire, and no truer words had ever been spoken.

“Lena, you’re not fine. It’s been a rough rebound for both of us. But your father is going to be brought up, and you haven’t said anything about your brother’s letters--”

“Anita Hudson, Megan Pope, Al Frazier, Elijah Mack, Elsie Porter,” she began to recall as she stepped out, back into the bedroom. “Oscar Dean, Edgar Wise, Ramona Pratt--”

“Don’t do that,” Kara’s jaw clenched with the words.

“I used to know them all, but I can’t keep up anymore, Kara,” Lena scoffed. “I’ve filled up notebooks writing their names, and I keep on going, but it’s because of my family they’re dead.”

“You didn’t do anything.”

“My family hurt people, and I can’t find my father anywhere. Lionel Luthor is a ghost that keeps haunting me, ruining my life,” she argued, shaking her head, eyes glassy over the fight she didn’t want to have. Kara took a step toward her and she recoiled. “I’ve looked everywhere. I’ve devoted hundreds of thousands of hours of resources, millions of dollars in funding to hunt down and eliminate terrorists. I’ve worked with organizations I hate like your precious DEO, and I’ve done everything in my power, but I haven’t been able to do anything right from the start of all of this!”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Kara reminded her gently.

“I should have stopped it.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” she repeated. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Your family did. You are not guilty by association.” The hero reached for her girlfriend and held her shoulders, met her eyes, wiped away a stray tear. “You didn’t do anything wrong. You never planted a bomb, you never attacked innocent people, you never plotted to cause harm to others. You are a brave and important person, Lena.”

“I can’t get the names out of my head. And I see the things… I see the sights. I wake up with the smell of that day…”

“I know. Me too,” Kara promised, hugging her tightly.

For a while she just held her there and she knew it was a fight for another day. That Lena Luthor was very much different from the girl everyone else saw, from the one Cat wanted on the cover of CatCo for a message of hope. She kissed her head and let her root her hands in her shirt to keep herself steady.

“I don’t know how to distance myself from them,” Lena sighed. “I’m stuck.”

“You can stop blaming yourself for the destruction they’ve caused.”

“Yeah.”

“I mean it,” Kara warned. “I don’t remember much from that night… but I know I came home to you, and you cleaned me up, and I remember you telling me I couldn’t save everyone. That’s something that comes through clear. And if I have to believe, and it is a hard fact to accept, but if I have to believe that I can’t save everyone, that the universe isn’t on my shoulders. Then you have to believe that you couldn’t have done anything to stop them.”

“Easier said than done.”

“Believe me. I know.”

“I’m sorry,” Lena whispered, dragging her nails gently along Kara’s neck. She had nowhere else she ever wanted to be than right there, safe and quiet and herself.

“I’m sorry I got mad about the article. It just seemed like you were finally getting close to back, and this was… I wanted to help you,” she admitted sheepishly. “It’s just my first instinct to protect you.”

Deep into the night, deep into the city, the two remained, exhausted and barely upright, but still, together. Lena kissed Kara’s shoulder and hid her cold nose in her girlfriend’s neck, earning a little bit of a giggle at the movement.

“Do I have to go to that baby shower tomorrow?” Lena asked again, earning a laugh.

“Yes.”

“But after, we get back in pyjamas and you make me dinner.”

“Is that the plan for the day?” Kara hummed, closing her eyes and hugging Lena a bit tighter.

“It is.”

“Sounds good.”

“I’m still going to do the interview,” Lena murmured. Her arms moved with the sigh that Kara let out. “I have to get it all over with, and this is the best way to do that. We both need to move forward. And if it helps, if us kissing around town makes everyone feel normal, then I say we do our civic duty.”

In the embrace, Kara closed her eyes and let her head lean forward, plum exhausted from existing at all, let alone keeping up with the embodiment of work ethic that was her girlfriend.

“This feels a little perfect, despite everything else.”

“I told you we’d find it again.”

“I really wanted to kiss you in that moment, when we were kids,” Kara informed the CEO with a sliver of a smile. “I was very sad, and you were happiness.”

“What about now?”

“I’m not sad at all.”

“Still want to kiss me?” Lena grinned. Her fingers toyed with the collar of Kara’s shirt, tickled up her neck.

Without a thought at all, Kara leaned forward and did what she wanted to do all those years ago when her heart was broken and Lena was like coming up for air.

“We’re really good at fighting.”

“I actually think we’re terrible,” Kara hummed. “But I’m okay with that.”

“You’re getting married tomorrow!” Lena cheered, raising her glass high and proud. “To a Danvers! Let the good Lord help you and provide you with unending patience. You’ve become my sister in this trap we’ve found ourselves after meeting two very strong-willed and damn beautiful women. I can’t think of anyone I’d rather go through the thick of it with.”

A chorus of laughs and applause erupted in the little bachelorette party in the corner of the elegant and lushly decorated burlesque bar and strip club. Deep reds and dark woods decorated all of the walls while the women in the giant circular booth wore all manner of sparkly and short dresses with sashes and embarrassing hats and light up necklaces and rings.

After she drank the rest of her champagne, after her toast, Lena collapsed with a giggle beside Maggie into the booth while the music swirled and the lights flashed and shook. The song changed and a dancer emerged, earning a whole new level of hollering from the severely inebriated party.

“We snagged ourselves good ones, didn’t we, Luthor?” Maggie yelled in Lena’s ear as she poured more champagne.

“They saved us.”

“You have no idea,” the detective slurred, sloshing the bottle as they both leaned back and stared at the stage. “I was a mess before that stupidly pretty girl walked into my life.”

“Oh, believe me,” Lena nodded, eyes wide and in complete understanding. “When I walked away from Kara… I knew I was losing my one shot. She was it. I was twenty and an idiot, but I knew in my heart. And then she walked into my office, all mad and hurt and I was such a mess, but she didn’t care at all.”

“I can’t fathom how you managed to walk away. Kara is perfect. She’s like. A literal golden retriever in human form.”

“I can’t fathom how you proposed. How does that feel?” Lena laughed at the description of her girlfriend while she watched a woman do ungodly things with her body.

Both tilted their heads slightly.

“I looked at her, and I just knew,” Maggie shrugged. “It wasn’t scary. You’ll see one day.”

“Me? No. I couldn’t.”

“You and Kara have been together since you were like twelve.”

Their heads tilted the other direction as they nodded appreciatively.

“We’ve been dating two years. I just figured out that I might want a fish one day.”

“I don’t know what that means.”

“It’s a long story.”

In just a few days, another article would come out, with another cover with her face on it. Inside, there were quotes about how she struggled to deal with the aftermath of that day, about her own guilt, about how she didn’t allow herself to grieve and hurt because she knew that others felt more, lost more. She was honest and it was all Kara’s fault for making her that way.

Even before it came out, people were calling for her head on a spit. Even before, she anticipated it and gave all information to the authorities, submitted to degrading questioning, kept her air of transparency that she promised with the company. It was exhausting.

Just the thought of it all made her drink again.

“Seriously, you can’t tell me you’re not going to ask Little Danvers to marry you one day,” Maggie insisted as another performer emerged. The rest of the group went wild, stood by the stage and slid money all over.

“I’m not even allowed to think of things like that,” Lena scoffed and finally dug out her phone from her pocket.

“What do you mean?”

There was a slur to her words. Lena felt the slur in her own words, in her eyelids, in her movements, in the way her eyes had a hard time seeing and her brain had a harder time processing. She honestly couldn’t remember the last time she’d drank so much, nor that she mixed so many types of alcohol.

“I can’t give all of me to Kara until I’m free of my family and my job. I don’t know when that will be. I hate it.”

“Seems like she’s in it.”

“When did you know?”

“That Kara loved you?”

“That you wanted Alex forever,” she clarified,

“The third time she stayed over at my place,” Maggie smiled, hugging the bottle of champagne to her chest and neck dreamily. “I mean it was super early in our relationship, which scared the absolute fuck out of me.”

“Definitely.”

“But we were arguing about something stupid. She got all upset, and started to do that stuttery thing, where her shoulders--”

“Go the whole way up to her ears and her neck disappears while she does her best DeNiro impression?” Lena guessed quickly. “Kara does that!”

“Yes!” Maggie yelped. “She’s standing there, arguing with me, and she just has these eyes. They taste like maple syrup. Or. They feel like it? She feels like sitting in a jacuzzi when she looks at me. Like my whole body is made of soda.”

“And you knew?”

“I remember it distinctly. I had this thought that I was looking at the big ol’ nerd I was going to be stuck with for the rest of my life, whether I liked it or not. Deep down I knew that I liked it.”

“Wow.”

“You’ve had that though.”

“Kind of.”

“Kind of?”

“Kara’s eyes are like… being very afraid of the high dive and jumping anyway on a dare. They’re so blue. Like.”

“I don’t mean her eyes only, idiot.”

“Oh right.”

In the middle of a show, they were infinitely drunk and distracted and quite frankly exhausted from the shooting range and eating and drinking and the excitement, though they fought to find a second wind while everyone was distracted.

Maggie’s brothers hooted and hollered, enjoying themselves and the servers. A few friends blushed and watched. They slunk deeper into the huge red, velvety cushions and nursed their drinks and lamented love.

Lena held her phone close to her nose as she tried to balance her glass and type at the same time.

Your eyes are so pretty. I don’t tell you that enough. She sent it to Kara and prayed for no spelling mistakes.

“Last year,” Lena recalled with a gulp. “We were at Kara’s. It was snowing or something. Raining maybe. She was upset about having to rewrite an article for the fifth or so time. I slid into her lap at the kitchen table and kissed her neck, and she worked around me, but I just sat there until she relaxed. Being able to help, to do something like that. It just. She does this thing, where she nudges me with her forehead when she’s tired. It always falls on my shoulder or cheek or collarbone. I’m someone who takes care of someone else. And it happens so naturally, I don’t even think about it. That moment, I sat there and knew.”

“See? She’s a labrador,” Maggie stated quite firmly.

Your boobs are quite fun to play with, Kara returned, earning a smile. Lena showed the future bride and earned a laugh as well.

Are you drunk, Kara Danvers?

“I want to go see my brother, once and for all, clear the air. Disavow him. Get out from this, escape it. I’m afraid to ask Kara to go with me.”

It was a confession that Lena had meant to keep to herself, but she was drunk and Maggie was… she really was the closest thing she had to a partner in crime. To be honest, the idea ate her up, but she fully believed she needed it.

“I think you should,” the detective decided. “Listen, when my parents disowned me, I thought I was done, washed my hands clean of them. But something ate at me, and as I got older, I realized I’d written scripts of things I had to get off of my chest.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah. I think it’s natural. And then I decided to get married and I had to tell them. And I told them everything I’d wanted to say. Nothing changed, except I feel a million times lighter. They won’t be there tomorrow, but I will. If you want to free yourself, you have to get rid of that weight,” she promised, pointing her finger at Lena’s chest, leaning closer, all woozy and the philosophical that comes only after greatly exceeding the legal limit. “You scrub it off, hard and fast, and then you’re new. You’re someone who gets to keep a Danvers.”

I’m very drunk. I also think about your butt more than I think normal people think about butts.

“You are wise for a cop.”

“And you’re dumb for a genius.”

Both laughed at their descriptions and cheered for the woman on stage.

“Seriously. Don’t worry about anything. Everything will be okay. We hit the motherlode for girls.”

“Yeah. I know.”

“I like Alex a lot.”

“Do you miss them?” Lena ventured, laughing and lulling her head to the side.

“I really do. Is that lame?”

“Watch this.”

With a lot of effort, and nearly mimicking a newborn fawn, Lena walked around the table that filled with more bottles and whispered in someone’s ear before handing her phone over to someone else. Curiously, Maggie watched it unfold, unable to focus on much explicitly, though she tried hard.

“What’s going on?” she finally asked as Lena joined her again.

The night was getting very late, very old, and Lena needed to spice it up, and if that meant the Danvers sisters, then that was just what she was going to do. Mostly, it was selfish, because a drunk Kara meant that dirty kind of bruising sex that she couldn’t get enough of. But surely Maggie understood that.

“Just wait.”

Lena slipped a large bill to the server who helped her with her plan and ordered another round for the group.

“I don’t get it,” Maggie furrowed.

“Trust me. I know drunk Ka-”

“Hey why was someone else touching your butt?” an exasperated Kara ran in, a breeze trailing behind her as she barely came to a stop at the group.

“Told you,” Lena grinned. “Alex should be in here in like fifteen.”

“I take it back. You’re a genius, Luthor,” Maggie nodded appreciatively of the tactics involved.

“That’s my butt,” Kara reminded her, oblivious to the conversation happening. She looked around and pushed up her glasses, blushing wildly when she looked at the stage. “Oh goodness. How does she bend like that? She’s so… strong. Holy cow! Lena did you see this?”

“Hi, honey,” the CEO cooed, watching her transfixed by the woman on the pole, her mouth agog and brow furrowed delicately.

“Hey. Seriously though,” the hero shook her head. “Golly. She must work out. How much do you think she works out?”

“Labrador,” the two in the booth nodded with a grin to each other.

“Do you think that’s pilates? Because I can lift a lot, but I don’t think my legs bend that way. Should I do pilates?” Lena watched Kara’s head tilt with the movements. “I’m going to go ask her.”

“No! Kara, stay,” her girlfriend grabbed her hand, tugging her toward the chair. “Stay.”

“Hey, why was someone grabbing your butt. That’s only mine to grab.”

“I wanted to see how quickly I could get you here. I was very successful.”

“I’ve had a few drinks,” Kara nodded, finally smiling just because she was close to the girl she loves. “Hi Maggie. You’re getting married tomorrow! Are you freaking out? Alex is totally freaking out. In a good way. Alex! I lost her.”

“She knows where to find us,” Lena promised. “Time we spiced up your party a little anyway.”

“This is a good one, Little Danvers,” Maggie leaned across from her chair and clapped a hand on her future sister-in-law’s shoulder. “You keep her around, okay?”

“Don’t worry. We’re getting a fish,” she nodded, yelling once more over the music. Her gaze couldn’t be stolen from the girl on stage who was completely fascinating to her.

“What is it with you two and fish? I don’t get it.”

“It’s a long story,” Kara promised, smiling at her girlfriend.

“Fish are the worst. Get a cat.”

“Oh Lena! Can we?” That got her attention quite quickly, her morbid curiosity of the dancer turning to childlike eagerness at the prospect.

“Not tonight.”

“You always say that,” Kara accused.

“You never ask when you’re sober. Hush and watch.”

True to her word, Alex arrived fifteen minutes later, nearly out of breath and with the rest of her party in tow. James and Winn had very different reactions to the scenery. Alex wasn’t much better.

Lena found herself scooting to the side to let the couple sit and drink together as the whole crowd formed once more around them. Toasts happened, drunken, swirling toasts and well-wishes of friends and family. The CEO didn’t care much. She nibbled Kara’s ear and neck, she ran her nails along Kara’s back, under her shirt, devilishly slowly, just to tease her. She was very drunk and Kara was right beside her. That was her only defense.

“You should come by my room at the hotel,” Lena whispered, stealing a moment just for them.

“I’m the maid of honor. I can’t leave Alex.”

“Just for a bit,” she promised. “I’ll make it worth your while. I’ll be quick.”

Kara’s eyes were pure pupil in the dark lights of the club, after Lena spent a lot of time toying with her to untenable ends. Lena watched her lick her lips and stare at her own.

“I’ll drop her off and get her to sleep.”

“Don’t keep me waiting too long or I’ll start without you.”

“Goodness. This is the best night of my life,” Kara decided, earnest and honest.

“Just you wait.”

Despite the inevitable hangovers and jitters, the wedding party made it to the ceremony in one piece. It was actually thanks to the nerves that the hangovers took a back seat completely, nearly forgotten as the pictures were taken before the ceremony. The spring wafted along the river while the blossoms from the trees carpeted the tiny little garden they’d selected to exchange vows. It was all white and silver and cast in hues of pinks and blues and purples and all manner of the season, all earthy and muted and breathy.

Carefully, Lena accepted a seat beside James and Lucy, grateful to not be too shunned by some of the people in the room, most of whom knew her on site, knew her brother’s words, her father’s actions, and hated her name. It was getting better, but an affair laced with so many aliens was bound to make her uncomfortable.

But now she kind of had a group of mutual friends with her girlfriend, in that she knew James, and enjoyed hanging out with him, getting a coffee and chatting about the affairs of the world, often ending in heated arguments that ended in smiles and laughter.

And she absolutely loved having Winn stop by when she had something to show him that they could both geek out over, as Kara so affectionately explained one afternoon when she dropped snacks by the workshop while they toiled on some compressor and specs for some whatsit she didn’t really care to learn.

From time to time, Lena even found herself having drinks with Maggie after work while the Super Team worked a case they weren’t to be privy. There was a commiseration with the only other person who knew what it was like to be in love with a Danvers and a hero.

It wasn’t a constant or even regular occurrence, to see these friends of Kara’s. But it did happen from time to time with such regularity that it at least seemed that Lena was somewhat part of that group. It was hard for her to commit fully. She liked that Kara had her own things, never wanting to cloud that.

On the flip side, Kara remembered Lena’s friend’s birthdays and sent them cards and flowers and scheduled lunches with them fairly often, always one to outdo Lena in the ways of being human. But it was mostly double dates, things to get Lena out, as if she was a parent setting up playdates, and for the life of her, Lena was certain she wouldn’t keep in touch with most people if it weren’t for her friend wing-woman.

But she had friends. She had a life filled with them. She had soccer games on thursdays and brunch on the occasional saturday. She had a host of people that saved her a seat at a wedding, and that was something she never would have imagined just two years ago.

As the ceremony started, she couldn’t help but let her mind drift to the places anyone’s would drift in a wedding. It didn’t help that Kara was standing up there in her pretty yellow gown, with a crown of flowers woven in her hair, the literal personification of spring and life and goodness in one body. It certainly didn’t help that Lena couldn’t look anywhere else other than that slightly dimpled grin.

She wanted the house with the windows and the floppy dog and the lazy cat. She wanted the job she loved and was fulfilling. She wanted vacations on an island where phones didn’t work. She wanted to have a regular place they went to breakfast on sunday mornings. And she wanted it all with the girl who was beaming from beside her sister.

Though it came in flashes and not a coherent sentence, Lena remembered Maggie’s story about shedding all the past and being done with it. Surely there was some speck of wisdom she could glean from that. It must be true, because now the detective was standing there with dimples the size of craters, marrying the woman she loved, and she knew that she deserved to be happy. Lena wanted that feeling, like she wasn’t merely stealing happiness in bits and pieces, covertly keeping it hidden and hoarded in case someone caught on and saw her happy and decided to tell her the truth, that she didn’t earn it.

Halfway through, as Alex and Maggie repeated and slipped rings onto each other, Kara caught Lena’s eye and seemed to say the same thing with just a glance, her own thoughts echoing Lena’s yearning for a future despite not knowing quite how to get there. That part didn’t matter, she realized as Kara smiled again, blushing slightly, she gave Lena a wink and quickly looked back at the couple cementing their vows. It was more than enough.

Somehow, in a blink, ten years had passed, and they had grown up from two awkward kids on the water tower past curfew, though neither knew how. In another ten, Lena was almost certain she would remember that moment in the ceremony where Kara promised her the world with just a smile.

The only thing that Lena realized, right there at the ceremony, right there as everyone clapped and James nudged her shoulder and Lucy joked about which was next, right there, where Kara clapped and smiled so wide, Lena was certain, this time for sure, Kara was the sun, and everyone else was her’s and she was ready to fight for it and them.

The realization was new, was all-encompassing, was violent and hard and overwhelming. But there it was, nurtured deep in Lena’s heart and soul and gut. This was what her brother and father would never understand.

Kara caught her eye and gave her another wink as she joined arm with Maggie’s brother and best man as they moved down the aisle and out of the church. With a giant smile and glassy eyes, Lena returned it with a kiss.

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Children of The Gods Ch. 2 - Demigod AU [Jason Todd x Reader]

A/n: So here is chapter 2, sorry I’m posting it late at night. I was having some hesitation because of how long it is. I hope you guys don’t mind the length because I just feel it’s super long but I kinda just went ‘fuck it’. I posted something about if the length matters and people were saying that it didn’t so I hope everyone likes this. Thanks guys, love ya (Again I appreciate any feed back, and lmk if you like this length too if you don’t mind)

Ch. 1 - Ch. 3 - Ch. 4 - Ch. 5 - Ch. 6

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The smile you wore when speaking to them was all a facade. In reality there was a lot going wrong at the camp, and you couldn’t help but feel something bad was about to happen. The magical barrier around the camp was faltering. Multiple monsters had wandered inside the borders, luckily being taken out before anyone found out. Only you, Kaldur, the camp council, and a few others knew of the breaches.

You had talked with Zatanna about the fluctuations but she had yet to have any answers for you. Leading to your stressed state about this all.

Not to mention you also had a missing person to deal with. M’gann had taken to mentoring a young man by the name of Garfield Logan, sharing the same immortal mother. He had a hard time coming to terms with his heritage. Thinking his adoptive mother was his actual mother for his entire life, however she has passed. Garfield had taken sometime away from the camp in order to visit his old home. You sent along a protector but he still hasn’t returned when he was supposed to three days prior.

M’gann was on your heels about this, but there was only so much you could do without proof of foul-play. You had informed the League but that was as far as you could go.

“You are thinking about Garfield.” Kaldur stated as you both walked toward the stables. He could read you like a book. Kaldur was the only other child of the Big Three in the camp. The Big Three being Poseidon, Zeus, and Hades. You are both the strongest and believed to become the strongest out of the League as well. It is known that children of the three are more powerful than any Demigods.

Sighing you nodded, “I wish there was more I could do, but the League claims they have things handled. I know I should have trust in them but Garfield is apart of this camp, making him my responsibility.” A tone of frustration more than evident.

“I understand your frustrations, but you must remember to deal with the problems at hand. We must figure out this problem with the barrier.” Kaldur reasoned. Looking at him letting out a breath, “You’re right. Let’s go talk to Zatanna again. See if she has anything more figured out.” Rerouting your path toward the library.

Kaldur and you idly chatted while making your way to the library, brainstorming some problems that could be causing the fragility of the barrier. When entering the library you found Zatanna in her usual spot in the back. Her eyes glued to a book hovering in front of her, two others floating next to her.

“Earth to Zatanna. Daughter of Hecate do you copy?” You joked, covering your mouth with your hand. Her eyes peeked up from her book. “[F/N], Kaldur what brings you by?” She looked between the both of you.

“Do you have any more answers on the barrier?” Kaldur asked as you both sat in front of her. She shook her head, “No. I have read nearly every spell and magic book here and I haven’t found a solution.” She sighed, obviously feeling the pressure from all of this.

“You know what, we’re all stressed. How about we leave this to sit for a night, go to the claiming ceremony, and deal with the rest of this tomorrow?” You offered, looking at your just as overwhelmed friends. They nodded in agreement, all standing you made your way out of the library to head to the dining hall. Each of you talking about something other than your duties to the camp.

Zatanna was explaining a new spell until Wally came running up to the three of you. “Hey [F/N]!” he called as the three of you stopped to look at him. “What’s up Wally? Where are the new recruits?” Eyes wandering the surrounding area.

“Dick and Miss M took them to the dining hall, but the head of the Council wanted me to tell you they want to meet with you now.” He explained, giving you a sorry expression.

“So much for a break” Your shoulders slacking. “Thanks Wally, I’ll see you guys at the ceremony I guess.” Saying to your friends before heading to where the council held meetings.

The Council consisted of top members of the league. Those members being, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Oliver Queen, Diana Prince, Barry Allen, J’onn J’onzz, and Arthur Curry. Some of the most powerful Demigods and goddesses.

Walking into the main cabin at the back of the camp, you made your way to the council’s chambers. Upon entering they all turned their attention to you. “[F/N]” Bruce called your attention. “Is something wrong?” You asked, gaze switching to each member.

“We’re wondering as to what is being done about the barrier.” J’onn was the next to speak up. You nodded in understanding, “Zatanna is doing everything in her power to figure out the problem. Until then, those of us aware of the breaches have been alternating patrols throughout the night to keep from anymore monsters entering the borders.” Explaining while trying to ease their worries.

They all nodded, “Um, if you wouldn’t mind me asking. Have you had any more luck with finding Garfield?” Questioning hesitantly.

“I’m afraid we have not.” Diana said, giving you the answer you feared. Diverting your gaze to the floor, “I understand. Is there anything else?”

The League members shook their heads, “No, that is everything. We will be leaving the claiming ceremony to you as well. We have some urgent league business to attend too, thank you [F/N].”

You nodded to them respectfully before turning on your heels and walking out. Dreading the long walk to the ceremony. At least this was something you weren’t in charge of, this was all Dick’s department. Him, Wally, and M’gann were by far some of the friendliest in the camp, making them the best for the job.

And that they are.

The ceremony preparations went off without a hitch and nearly everyone was gathered in the dining hall. Everyone eager to know the parentage of the new demigods in their home. Often times the half bloods would play a game by trying to guess who the newbies parents were.

Jason, Kori, and Roy constantly felt eyes on them and heard chuckling after whispers. The three were all a bit confused, not knowing about this tradition. “Uh, hey Dick. What is everyone talking or more whispering about?” Roy asked the Demigod sitting across from him.

“Oh, it’s a little game the residing half bloods play. Whenever new Demigods or goddesses join the camp, they try and guess who their parents are by their appearance and skills. Sometimes it’s obvious but others it’s a challenge.” Dick explained cheerily, Roy and Kori exchanged an amused glance while Jason was unaffected by the new information. Why would he care about who they thought was his mother? He knows Athena is his mother, she saved him from becoming a permanent resident in Hades’ realm.

However Roy and Kori were rather curious. They listened around, chuckling at some of the suggestions. “What do you guys think?” Kori asked looking at their three tour guides and Zatanna who had joined them. The four exchanged a look. Dick held his chin examining the three, “Hmmm, well I know Jason’s so I will skip him. But Roy I think you might be Apollo like me, you’re archery skills are quite impressive. Kori I’m thinking Aphrodite because you’re gorgeous.” Dick flirted, making Kori laugh and Jason roll his eyes. ‘Leave it to Demigod of flirting to hit on Kori’ Jason thought while glaring at Dick.

Jason doesn’t have feelings for Kori or anything, but he sees her as a sister. Making him protective. Though Jason’s thoughts were cut off by Dick turning to the others, “What about you guys?”

“I kind of agree with you Dick, but I can’t read you Jason” M’gann looked over the three. “I think Aphrodite too, you’re very handsome Jason” Zatanna chimed in, not completely flirting with him but leaving the assumption out there.

Jason was taken aback by the compliment, but his expression didn’t show it. He was in fact a bit turned off by the accusation. Aphrodite? Was she kidding? Looks was the only reasoning?

Jason was about to reject the accusation but they all heard the doors to the dining hall open and close. Diverting his attention there seeing you walk in, looking rather stressed. Witnessing as you walked over next to Kaldur, leaning next to him. Your hands interlocking behind your neck while you threw your head back, presumably letting out a groan. He couldn’t help but wonder what had you stressed.

He was so busy watching he hadn’t realized Dick was telling them it was time for the ceremony. “Jay!” Dick shook his shoulder. “What?” growling shortly. “The ceremony, do you want to miss it?” Dick said calmly, being used to Jason’s temper.

“Yeah, let’s just get this done” he stood up and followed his two friends. Dick began to call the attention of the room.

You and Kaldur stayed in the back, watching the ceremonies’ beginning. It was like every other claiming ceremony. Dick gave a small explanation speech while also telling the story of how the Gods and Goddesses came to be.

Your attention peaked when you saw the claiming begin. Noticing as two symbols began to form. Above Roy formed the symbol of a hammer, signaling his father being Hephaestus. Next was the symbol of an Owl forming above Jason, signaling his mother being Athena. You didn’t know Jason well but you found it rather fitting, having seen his skepticism in the beginning.

However the claiming that had everyone in awe was Kori’s. She was claimed by Aphrodite, however a symbol did not form above her. Instead her beauty was enhanced making her even more stunning than before. Everyone immediately began to applaud, however it was completely cut off when a tremor inducing thunder clap rolled through the sky.

Your attention instinctively grabbed and as soon as it happened Conner came bursting through the doors. “[F/N]!” He yelled running over to you. “What’s wrong?” Meeting him halfway with Kaldur.

“It’s the Sirens, they’re through the barrier!” Panic in his voice. “Gather the guards, keep them as far away from the hall as possible. Kaldur, grab Dick, Wally, M’gann, anyone strong enough to hold their ground out of here. Zatanna!” You yelled and she ran over as Kaldur went to grab warriors in the hall. “What do you need?”

“I need you to make a magical barrier around the hall, hold it there, no one gets in here.” She nodded in understanding. Dick ran over to you, “What’s happening? The Sirens got through the barrier? How?!” Bombarding you with questions. “I can answer that later, I need you, Kaldur, and Conner to lead the guards and whoever Kaldur gathers to hold them back.” Talking as you and the forming group exited the hall.

“And what about you?” Conner questioned. “Me? I’m going to go get their motivation to leave.” Glancing at them all before making a turn toward the stables, the rest of them going the other way.

Breaking out into a sprint and throwing the stable doors open. Hearing the whinny and roars of spooked horses as you continued down the corridor. Reaching a stall at the end, swinging the gate open. The creature inside turning its attention to you.

Taking in it’s white coat and mane, but also the graceful yet powerful white wings. Striding over to the pegasus you held it’s head in your arms, “I need your help sweetie.” whispering to it. The creature whinnied, and you smiled leading it out of the stall before mounting. Racing out of the building before taking to the sky.

You had one destination in mind, the cabin dedicated to your father at the top of the mountain. Landing outside of it you slipped off and ran inside. Sifting and searching through the artifacts and items, finding the case your mother had informed you about.

Placing it on the desk you unclasped the locks before taking a deep breath and opening it. Your hand hesitated over the opened case, wondering whether you should take the powerful object into your hand. You were about to pull away before another crash of thunder sounded. Head jerking to look out the window before throwing caution to the wind and grabbing the object. Running back to mount the pegasus once more & racing to where the battle ensued.

Your guards and the strongest of the camp trying their best to fight off the villains known as the Sirens. They were a group of three sirens, beautiful but dangerous creatures that lured tragic souls with their beautiful voices to their doom. These Sirens go by the names Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn, and Selina Kyle. Highly skilled and deadly.

When attacking the camp they brought monsters, each one matching the ones taken out when they entered the camp borders.

The demigods did their best to fight off the Sirens and their little pets. Jason, Kori, and Roy had joined the fight, having just as much experience as the others. However they had never taken on an attack like this.

They had each taken a few good blows. Jason was currently was stuck against a Drakon. A giant, serpent like creature. Armed with a sword he attempted to fight it off but was swiped with the creature's tail, sending him off his feet. When it went to strike at him, he held it’s fangs back with his sword. It’s jaws were inches from his face before thunder clapped and the creature roared before falling dead.

It’s cause of death being a lightning bolt. Everyone’s attention diverting to the source.

You landed gracefully, the pegasus rearing as the lighting bolt that your father left for you was clutched in your grasp, a true god’s entrance.

The Sirens looked at you with a sneer, “Look, it’s the Princess of the Gods. What’re you expecting honey? A curtsey?” Ivy called looking over at you.

“Why are you here?” You yelled at them, tone intimidating the beasts and many of your own warriors. “Well, we’re not exactly fond of your father sweetheart or his friends for that matter. So why not target the people they love?” Selina called next.

“You are starting a war you can’t hope of finishing.” Shaking your head at them. Keeping yourself tall and firm. Jason stared at you in awe, not only did you just save him but you were easily staring down three of the most dangerous foes he had gone up against.

Harley cackled, “Listen hunny, there are three of us and one of you. What hope do you have?” as soon as the words escaped her throat a loud thunder roared once more, making the three flinch.

“I suggest you leave now before you test my or my father’s patience any longer.” Lightly kicking the pegasus’ sides, signaling it to take a step forward.

“Alright we’re goin, but this in’t ovah” Harley threatened before they all turned their backs, the monsters having already fled. You stared as they retreated.

“I guess since you don’t want us here anymore, you don’t want the little demigod boy back?” Ivy called over your shoulder. “What was his name? Garfield?” Selina looked over at her partners.

Your eyes widened at the claim. Immediately kicking the pegasus harder, making it take off and cut off their exit. “Where is he?!”

Harley smirked, “Sorry sweetie, even with your glowstick we ain’t tellin.” Her eyeing the lightning bolt in your hand. Selina wore a triumphant smile, as if they were planning this, “But of course, we’re always up for a trade. You want the little brat, bring us the last known supply of adamantine on Earth. As the daughter of Zeus you must know where it’s held.”

Adamantine, the metal of the gods. Unbreakable, untarnishable, lightweight and resilient. “And if I don’t? What if I track you down without the adamantine?” Challenging the three. “We will just have to see how much pain the boy can take, and you wage a deadly war.” Ivy threatened in a loud whisper. “[F/n]!” M’gann yelled, looking over you saw the fear in her eyes.

Meeting their gaze again you simply stared at them weighing your choices. “Oh well, it’s your choice. You have five days time to give us what we want, or we’ll just have to take somethin else. I mean we all know demigods aren’t immortal. Have fun deciding little hero.” Ivy said in an airy, light of tone type of voice before the three walked out of the camp.

Leaving you to stare where they once stood. Hands gripping the mane of your steed. “[F/n]?” M’gann yelled again. “LET ME THINK!” snapping back. The demigods fell silent. Looking down at the lightning bolt you came to a decision. Dismounting you began to lead the pegasus away, passing Kaldur as you went.

Announcing to him, “We leave in the morning.”

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geekystorytelling · 8 years ago

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A Towering Stack of Blankets

Prompt: Domestic- Day 5 of Sanvers Week

Summary: Our favorite de-aged couple look to their sitter, Lucy Lane, for entertainment.

A/N: This is a follow up to my Chapter 2/ SanversWeek Day 2 story where Alex and Maggie get turned into 7-year-olds and try to marry each other. That’s about all the backstory you need to enjoy this, but feel free to read the preceding story for more details!

“Kara, what do you mean you need another day?” Lucy whispered furiously into the phone ensuring that the two sleeping children were not woken.

“J’onn and I are still trying to find who did this to them. And, we definitely need to find them because even if Winn and Lena’s device works who’s to say they won’t try to hurt them again.”

A flare of pain could be seen in Lucy’s eyes as she imagined hurt befalling the two, debatably sweet, seven-year-olds passed out on her couch.

“Fine, they can stay here again. But what am I supposed to do? I need to come into work,” Lucy hurriedly whispered watching as Alex tossed in her sleep- a frown visible on the young girl’s face.

“Don’t worry about work right now. J’onn told me to tell you he has gotten it taken care of. Your most important job right now is looking after Alex and Maggie.” Kara’s intonation carried a firm, don’t disappoint me, quality that, unless listened to closely, would invoke apprehension in even the most stoic of military personnel. Lucy, however, was a good listener and could hear the panicked undertone beneath the tough pretense.

“Kara, they are doing okay. Just breathe. I’ll be here making sure they are cared for and you will find who did this to them. You hear me?” Lucy replied in a kind tone, though one that left no room for disagreement.

“Yea- I uh- just- Thanks Luce,” Kara’s voice broke upon thanking Lucy, “and just, if you could, tell the girls I love them…please?”

Upon hearing Kara’s shifting tone, Lucy’s voice grew lighter, “Of course Kar, and trust me…I have the most amazing videos and photos to show you of their shenanigans. We will have blackmail material for the rest of our lives.”

With a hearty chuckle, Kara replied, “I can’t wait to see it all. I wish I could be there with them…with you all really. Thank you again for doing this for me- well for them- for all of us.”

Smirking at the girl’s stumbling words, Lucy replied, “No trouble at all… Supergirl. Why don’t I let you go so you can find the people that did this to our mischief makers?”

And with that, Kara gave a hurried “Ah, ye- yes of course…superheroing- must- uh- go do that! Thanks again!” before quickly ending the call.

Staring at the phone with a bemused expression, Lucy didn’t notice that her couch was now empty of children. However, the particular pitter patter of light steps left no doubt in her mind that the kids were up and about.

Scanning the room, it was plain to see that they had made it out of the living room and were either in her bedroom or the bathroom. Calling out, Lucy hollered, “Alex? Maggie? Girls…where are you?”

The steps got louder as two tiny bodies came into sight racing up to the unpolished sitter.

“Ms. Lucy! Ms. Lucy! Mags and I had to go potty…and we find your bathroom…and it was sooooo big!” Alex proclaimed spreading her hands outwards in an attempt to physically show just how large she thought the room was.

Bending down to eye level, Lucy questioned, “Do- uh- you both- I mean to say- are you- uhm- able to use the potty alone?” Giving herself a mental pat on the back for being able to ask one of her top agents and friends about her bathroom abilities, Lucy held her breathe waiting for the response.

Pout forming on her face, Alex crossed her arms in front of her chest and proclaimed, “Ugh, Ms. Lucy we are seven not three!” Grasping Maggie’s hand, Alex led them back into the living room and onto the couch.

Quizzically looking after the girls, Lucy muttered to herself, “oh, of course, they are seven…that clears that up,” before standing up and following after the kids.

Taking a seat on the ottoman in front of the couch, Lucy looked at the girls as they stared at her with mirrored expressions of intrigue.

“So, I was- uh- thinking. I could make us breakfast and then maybe we could watch more cartoons today? How does that sound?” Lucy questioned the girls with a plastered enthusiastic smile that looked more pained than anything else.

Only just opening up with Lucy, Maggie looked to Alex for help responding. “Can we play a game instead?” Alex replied knowing that Maggie was just as tired of watching cartoons as she was.

Grimacing, Lucy said, “Of course…games…I have those…for children…” as she gave an exhaustive scan of her stark apartment. “Or, uhm- well- I have an idea. Let’s eat breakfast and then we can get to the games.”

“Is Ms. Lucy cold?” Maggie whispered to Alex confused at their caretaker’s actions.

With raised eyebrows, Alex turned to Maggie, “Maybe she’s sick? Momma always covers me in lottsa blankets when I’m sick.”

Looking at her sock clad feet, Maggie frowned, “My mom never does that.”

Seeing her friends distress, Alex was quick to say, “Well, were married now! So I’ll cover you in blankets if you get sick! And, oh! I’ll bring you soup too. Do you like soup?” Realizing she didn’t know if her newly minted wife enjoyed soup, Alex questioned Maggie’s food preferences with a wide eyed look as she waited for a response.

Frowning, Maggie looked down, “I dunno. I don’t think I’ve had it before.”

Looking ready to cry, Alex made to reply when she was cut off by Lucy.

“I think I have all the blankets we need!” Carrying an arms-load of blankets through the living room, Lucy was hard to see with a queen sized comforter draped over her head like a large thick shawl.

“Ms. Lucy, are you sick?” Alex questioned.

“Yeah, is that why you have all the blankets,” Maggie added with a mumble, feeling particularly social for the moment.

Looking at the puzzled faces of the kids before her, Lucy was quick to say, “Oh no- ah- that is- no I’m not sick!” And with that proclamation, Lucy let go of the towering stack of blankets so that they fell onto the ottoman in front of the children. “These blankets are for our fort!”

Alex looked delighted, while Maggie remained mystified.

Removing the last blanket that was draped around her head, Lucy sat next to the messy pile and began to explain for Maggie’s sake, “We are going to take these blankets and set them up like a tent with a bunch of pillows! Then we can tell stories and play games in it.”

With a doleful veneer, Maggie replied, “That sounds like camping. I’m not allowed to go camping.” Alex’s face dropped, filling with anguish at the sound of Maggie’s broken voice.

Lucy, filled with fury towards the elder Sawyers, was quick to comfort Maggie. “I’m your babysitter today and I say everyone gets to play in the fort. Okay Maggie? That includes you too. It wouldn’t be as much fun if you didn’t play with us.”

Jumping on Lucy’s words, Alex rapidly chimed in, “Yeah! I don’t want to play if you don’t play with us.”

Peering up at Lucy, Maggie questioned, “I can- Are you sure? I won’t get in trouble?”

Moving to sit next to Maggie on the couch, Lucy hesitantly took the frozen girl into her arms, making sure she was okay with being held, and said, “Oh honey, you will never get in trouble with me for playing. You are supposed to play and have fun at your age.”

Alex shuffled closer onto the couch, staring at the scene before her. Noticing Alex’s unusually timid behavior, Lucy opened her arms wider and gestured for Alex to join the hug.

Looking at Maggie as though to ask for permission, Alex moved in quickly to hug the girl when Maggie stretched out her arms.

Giving them both a light squeeze, Lucy said, “Well, whose ready to make a fort.”

Originally Posted (Ch 5):

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11240970/chapters/25223403

#sanversweek #day 5 domestic #supergirl fanfic #supergirl #sanvers

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poppyssupergirl · 8 years ago

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A Softer Voice

Lena deals with panic attacks

This was beta-ed by the absolutely amazing and fabulous @rtarara . She is the best.

You can read this on AO3

Sometimes everything is too much. It claws up her throat, grasping at her tongue. Her heart beating in her chest slipping till it’s the only sound in her ears. Then the images start, slow and steady, until there’s an unending cascade, spilling, spilling across her eyes.

They bend her forward, those images, spiraling, spiraling until her head’s between her knees. Her throat closes, she can’t breathe. Tiny gasps through clenched teeth as the faces of her family play out across her eyelids.

Lex, Lex, Lex, that manic look in your eyes, “We’ll kill them all”

The voices come one after another, overlapping so it’s hard to make out each individual sound. They scream and whisper things that should never be said.

Mother, mother why? “You were never a Luthor to begin with, only a tool, a broken one at that.”

She rocks forward and back, her hands pressed to her ears. Her heartbeat hammers against her fingertips and she traces those faces with closed eyes.

She can see them coming for her, she can hear every footstep, can feel every breath against the back of her neck. She doesn’t scream; just breathes and feels as she rocks on her heels.

Jess rises to stop her approach. Kara blinks and frowns.

“Ms. Luthor isn’t up to seeing anyone today.” Jess’s hand clenches at her side but she doesn’t step out in front of Lena’s door.

“We were scheduled to have lunch today?” She holds up the take-out bags and quirks her head.

“Ms. Luthor isn’t up to seeing anyone today.”

There’s a medkit in Jess’ open drawer. Kara sets her jaw and listens.

Th-thump-th-thu-thump-thump-thu-thump-thump-thu-th-thump-thump

She steps forward and all but tosses the take-out bags on the floor in front of Jess’ desk. “Jess, what’s wrong?”

Jess swallows and her eyes track to Lena’s door. Kara steps forward again and repeats her question. “Jess. What happened?”

She grimaces and opens her mouth but closes it just as quickly. Kara watches the frustration streak over her face before Jess reaches out, takes her arm, and drags her right in front of Lena’s door. “Lena has panic attacks.”

The words are whispered but they still hit Kara harder than flying into a brick wall.

“We have a system set up for when this happens, but one’s never gone on for this long. She says to play this song and not to touch her. But she’s still there, and she just rocks back and forth. It’s been almost half an hour.” Her words rush out and she watches the elevator’s numbers stop their climb, ten floors below. She pushes her hair back and frowns at Kara, “I-she doesn’t want anyone to know, but I-I don’t know what to do.”

Kara looks at the door and squints. Lena’s settled on her knees between her coffee table and couch. She looks tiny.

“I’m going to sit with her.”

Jess frowns but, releases Kara’s arm. “Don’t make any noise while you’re moving around. And call me immediately if you see any change in her condition. ”

Kara nods and slips into Lena’s office.

The music is soft. A single violin doing scales, up and down, up and down.

Lena’s fingers are white-knuckled against her scalp and Kara longs to ease the tension there. She picks her way carefully until she can kneel in front of Lena, but she doesn’t touch her. Lena’s swaying, her eyes shut, a small blanket draped over her shoulders.

Her shoes are still on.

Kara frowns. They can’t be comfortable wedged underneath of her. Lena should be comfortable for this. She deserves comfort. She certainly doesn’t deserve this, this reduction to fear. She stands so tall but curls up so small.

Kara sets her jaw again. She knows there aren’t cameras in Lena’s office, besides the one that only Lena and Jess have access to. Jess is smart, Lena is smarter. Kara’s pretty sure they both know anyway.

She floats so she doesn’t make a sound, pops the leather apart so the shoes slide off Lena’s feet with no resistance. Several thousand dollars rest in her hands and Kara doesn't feel a bit of remorse.

Lena doesn’t stir.

She places the ruined shoes on the coffee table and kneels once more in front of Lena. She listens to Lena’s heartbeat and remembers when she first came to Earth. When everything was so overwhelming.

Thump-th-thump-thu-th-thump-thump-thump-th-thu-thump-thu-thump

Alex would rub her back. Kara would keep her hands over her ears. The tears wouldn’t stop. Then Alex would talk. About anything, everything. Her voice so soft Kara could barely hear it past the rush of blood in her fingers, the gulls over the bay, the cars seventeen miles away.

“I heard about an ice cream shop. We should try it sometime. There’s a new tv show out too. Have you ever heard the word ‘magnanimous’? Apparently our English teacher thinks that’s a good one to learn…”

So Kara talks. Softly, so, so softly.

“I had eggs for breakfast. I made them myself. I’m not very good at cooking. I never really took the time to learn. There was so much else I needed to learn instead. Plus I eat so much, it’s hard to make enough for me. Eliza was wonderful about that. Even after Jeremiah was taken…”

“You were never enough”

Thump-thu-thump

Hands, fingers, grasping, grabbing, breathe, breathe, can’t, breathe, breathe

“Such a failure”

Thu-th-thump

“-was odd, because on Krypton we never had pets. Although that could be because-”

Fuck, fuck, make this end, fuc-

“How could you let me leave?”

Thump-thump-th

Why, why, why, why, why, why, why

“-ow, I still don’t understand anyone’s fascination with oysters. Or jello for that matter. Who likes food that wigg-”

I can’t, can’t can’t, fuck, hurts, this hurts

“Why didn’t you-”

“-ere’s this one book that wasn’t translated very well. The original is in French, but it’s old French and that’s even worse than French now. Did you know ‘beaucoup’ has a ‘p’ at the end of it? Who makes words like that? At least Kryptonese doesn’t cut half the syl-”

Th-thump-th

“No one will stand with you”

“-der. Mhh, this one time, Alex bought a book on Spanish so she could impress this guy, not that she’s interested in guys. Maybe that’s what people mean by ‘mistakes of youth’. But anyway, she’s got this girlfriend now, Maggie, and Maggie’s a cop. Winn said he’s not surprised because Alex wouldn’t date anyone who couldn’t use a gun. Which I suppose makes sense, you should see her with this gun we got on this moon it can to-”

Th-thump-th-thump-th-thump-th-thump

“-ch you can’t tell anyone because technically it’s classified. But J’onn kinda says everything is classified. I think he just doesn’t want to write reports. I don’t want to write them either, so that’s understandable. But Susan’s the one who really doesn’t like writing reports. I was surprised cause she always seems so put together, but that woman would rather fight a hundred Branx than lift a pencil. I’ve seen her reassign paperwork way too many times to count. But she makes these shortbread cookies to die for. So it’s not like I would tell J’onn, besides I like Susan, she’s really nice. And she’s totally right that the new recruits need to learn how to file things in the DEO’s systems. Although, their whole system is on an internal server. I’m not really sure what that means, Winn tried to explain it, but there was this bus that got turned over and it -”

“Kara?”

Her arms ached. Everything ached. But Kara was sitting in front of her. Why was Kara here?

“Oh, hey.”

She had a pounding headache.

“What are you doing here?”

Her shoes were missing. Why wasn’t she wearing shoes?

“I brought lunch.”

Lunch? Oh, fuck.

“Oh, I’m sorry, we had-”

“Lena, don’t worry about it.”

She didn’t want to open her eyes, everything still hurt. She just wanted to sleep. But she had lunch with Kara. She wanted to have lunch with Kara. She liked having lunch with Kara.

“Lena, can I do anything to make you more comfortable?”

The pins and needles started then. They always did. She grimaced and shifted sideways until her back was against the couch. The violin music was still playing. Oh.

Oh, that’s what had happened.

“...Lena?”

Kara’d seen her. Curled up and pitiful. Wonderful, just another person to pay off for another secret. Another voice to add to the pile.

“I thought you were worth standing wit-”

“Can I hold your hand now?”

Lena blinked her eyes open. The light was far too bright but so was Kara and she loved to stare at Kara. The light really shouldn’t be a problem.

Kara held her hand out to Lena and even though every muscle still ached, even though her legs and feet felt like they were on fire, she couldn’t help the tiny smile that quirked on her lips. This woman was too much.

Lena never should have doubted her at all.

“Yeah, that’d be nice.”

She felt Kara shift in beside her as her eyes slipped shut again. She let her head fall back onto the couch and breathed out slowly as she stretched her legs under the coffee table. It’d take a while before the blood settled back into her veins, she wouldn’t be moving anytime soon.

“Is there anything else I can do?”

Kara’s voice was still soft. So soft. Just like her hand. Fuck, Lena just wanted to hold her hand forever. She shifted so she could lean her head on Kara’s shoulder and Kara dipped her torso a little to make it more comfortable for her.

Lena smiled, Kara was so warm to lean against. “You could keep talking.”

She didn’t imagine the squeeze on her hand because Kara squeezed her hand again. She might have imagined the lips on her temple though. But how could anyone blame her? The only face close enough to her that she wanted to see never came to her in her dreams.

Was imagining it once too much to ask for?

“Well, how about I tell you about the time Alex helped me like this?”

Lena hmmed in interest, she was interested, truly. How had Kara dealt with the death of a whole planet? Hell, her adopted family seemed a rather flimsy excuse for all of this, comparatively.

She wanted to know everything about the true wonder sitting next to her. But Kara was so warm and she was so tired...

“We’d sit on the roof and watch the stars together. On warm nights we’d sit for hours, just talking about constellations and their meanings.”

Kara’s voice was warm. How were voices even warm? Lena hummed again, content for the first time in forever. She’d just leave her eyes closed. That was fine. It’d all be fine…

“-e breeze would carry so many sounds with it, Earth was amazingly beautiful. So diff-”

Jess stopped at the back of the couch. Ms. Luthor would need a massage or at least a long hot bath to get the kink out of her neck, but there was no way in hell Jess was waking her up.

Her head sat on Kara Danver’s shoulder, the blanket Jess kept in the spare closet tucked around them both as they slept. Ms. Danver had calmed her down it seemed.

They were holding hands.

Oh.

Jess smiled. Oh. Oh, it would be good around the office now. She’d need to call Ms. Danvers over more often. She nearly hummed as she switched off the violin music.

She should check the video feed too. No doubt Ms. Danvers did something she shouldn’t and Ms. Luthor wouldn’t want any of this on record anywhere. She looked back once more, Ms. Luthor’s shoes were on her coffee table.

Well, that was probably for the best. She turned, flicked off the lights, and went to schedule a dinner drop off. She’d seen how much Ms. Danvers could eat.

Jess caught herself humming and shrugged. Ms. Luthor wasn’t getting any more visitors today; she could hum as much as she wanted.

So, she did. And she ate every single potsticker Kara’d brought as well, just for good measure.

#supercorp #panic attacks #legit though Bex is the best #this was kinda shit #but Bex got my back and I love her

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