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WIP Wednesday but Once Again it’s Actually Thursday

I was going to post this yesterday, but forgot. Anyway this is the start of Querl and Nura talking about loss. Takes place during the last issue of v7, before Nura returns to Naltor. Also of note, being ‘blind’ by Naltorian standards means you don’t see the future.

“I don’t dream anymore. At least not of the future.”

They’re in the remnants of his lab, salvaging what little can be saved in silence when Nura suddenly speaks. 

It catches him off guard.

“What?”

“Grief has blinded me. I… I only dream of Thom now.”

Querl sets the hyperspanner down in the crate and turns to look at the Naltorian. She looks absolutely miserable, but continues.

“I thought about asking my sister if I could live with her and Blok on Zerox…”

“You know you can’t do that. The High Seer needs you.”

“How am I supposed to be Beren’s apprentice like this? How can I be High Seer if I’m blind?” Nura practically throws the crate she’s been carrying onto the ground, and gestures wildly. 

He shifts in place awkwardly. Nura is one of the few Legionnaires he is comfortable actually calling a friend, but he is still ill-equipped to deal with situations such as these. 

“Nura -“

She doesn’t let him finish, let him suggest that maybe she should speak to Saturn Girl or anyone but him about this instead. 

“I know you’re going to ask why I’m coming to you. And it’s because you’re the only one of us that’s survived… something like this.”

He freezes. 

“That’s not true. Projectra -“

“Jeckie has never dealt with Val’s death, and you know it. But you… You kept going when Kara died.”

Hearing her name stings, even nearly ten years after the fact. Querl’s mouth twitches, but he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t mention the hole in his heart that Kara left when she died, the dull ache that’s always behind his ribs that’s existed for years but has become more manageable as the years go on.

“So I need you to tell me, how do I keep living without Thom? How do you go on when you see the person you lost everywhere? When -“ She swallows and her voice goes quiet. “When does it stop hurting?”

He had asked that question himself, curled on his lab floor while Saturn Girl sat next to him, a look of pity and pain on her face. 

The kind thing to do would be to lie to her, but Querl’s never been known for kind things.

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INTRODUCTION.

I’m Kat and I write short things. Mostly for the Legion of Super-Heroes, but maybe I’ll venture out into other DC properties or even some other fandoms some time. Who knows?

My main ship is Karadox (and has been for like 15 years), so it may be a little heavy on that, but I am a multishipper.

I take prompts, but I’m selective. You can read more about what I’m willing to write here.

I’m also down to answer fandom questions or have discussions.

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echo

ao3

summary: he's an echo of his former self. (or querl visits his father in the hospital.)

continuity: straight retroboot

warnings: memory loss & hospitalization

“You need to eat.”

Querl nudges the bowl forward, but his father doesn’t even acknowledge him. He just stares blankly at the wall in front of him. “Father, please.” His voice breaks at the end and he blinks back tears and he hates it. He’s eleven now, he should be above childish things like crying.

Kajz finally turns to look at his son, but there’s no recognition in his eyes. It’s like he’s looking at a stranger and it hurts, more than Querl ever thought possible.

The man looks from Querl to the bowl and back to Querl again.

“Who are you?” His speech is slightly slurred, words running together, nothing like the well spoken scientist he was merely 10 months previous.

“I’m your son. Querl.”

“Querl.” His father repeats the name back, but he knows he doesn’t recognize it. He hasn’t for months now. Kajz looks down at the bowl again before shoving it away.

“Poison,” he declares. “Trying to kill me.”

“Nobody wants to kill you, Father,” Querl responds tiredly. This is the reason the doctors asked him to come in today; in addition to his rapidly declining mental state, his father seems to have developed a healthy case of paranoia. “We just want you to eat something.”

Kajz shakes his head. “Poison.”

“Here.” Querl takes the bowl and lifts the spoon to his own mouth. The substance is mushy, lukewarm, and wholly unpleasant to consume, but he forces it down. He has to. “Not poison.”

His father blinks at him, but reaches across the table to take the bowl. Finally, Kajz begins to eat and Querl’s shoulders sag with the tiniest bit of relief. 

They sit in silence as Kajz hunches over the bowl, and if he can ignore how unkempt his father is and their location, Querl can almost pretend things are how they’re supposed to be. 

He’s so lost in trying to create this fantasy that it catches him off guard when the man speaks again. 

“I like you. Come back tomorrow?”

Querl looks across the table at the only parent he’s ever had, an echo of his former self thanks to this disease that’s taking both his mind and his body.

“Yes,” he says softly. “I’ll come back tomorrow.”

Kajz smiles a genuine smile, wide with excitement, and Querl’s heart truly, deeply, hurts, because he knows his father won’t remember him tomorrow. 

He never does.

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title: flowers rating: g characters: Nura Nal, Thom Kallor (kinda) word count: 534 summary: In her dreams, Thom is there. note: This fic is heavily inspired by @jeckiewindzzor, both in conversations we’ve had and, more importantly, a fic she is writing and told me about, and I have been thinking about ever since.

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WIP Wednesday but it’s Thursday

500 years ago @xoxoctic tagged me in a WIP meme and I’m finally getting around to posting something for it.

Anyway, here’s some sad Dox family time, featuring Querl & Kajz.

“You need to eat.”

Querl nudges the bowl forward, but his father doesn’t even acknowledge him. He just stares blankly at the wall in front of him. “Father, please.” His voice breaks at the end and he blinks back tears and he hates it. He’s eleven now; he should be above childish things like crying.

Kajz finally turns to look at his son, but there’s no recognition in his eyes. He’s looking at a stranger.

The man looks from Querl to the bowl and back to Querl again.

“Who are you again?” His speech is slightly slurred, words running together, nothing like the well-spoken scientist he was only ten months ago.

“I’m your son. Querl.”

“Querl.” His father repeats the name back slowly, but he knows he doesn’t recognize it. He hasn’t for months now. Kajz looks down at the bowl again before shoving it away.

“Poison,” he declares. “Trying to kill me.”

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newborn

on ao3

summary - creating a new life is a miraculous thing.

prompt - ugly

continuity - technically, an au where i mashed a bunch of different legion  continuities together to form my perfect legion, but could also probably  fit in kingdom come.

Kara looks exhausted, yet happier than Querl has ever seen her. Their newborn is pressed against her chest and he can’t help the way his heart swells. It’s almost strange to think that he and Kara have created a new life, a whole new person.

“Do you want to hold her?”

He’s broken out of his thoughts by Kara’s voice. Despite his initial nervousness, he finds himself reaching out to take the small bundle from his partner, and, for the first time, Querl gets a good look at his daughter.

“I did not realize that infants are so ugly.”

“Excuse me?”

Kara seems taken aback, almost incensed.

This confuses Querl. He’s not saying it to be mean; it’s just the truth. Their daughter is a tiny, wrinkled, green mass of mucus and fluids with a few wispy puffs of blonde atop her head. Does Kara truly not see this?

“Do not worry. I’m positive she will grow out of it.”

He means it. He is relatively attractive and Kara is the most beautiful woman in existence; their genes should combine to make a pleasant-looking child. She just has to grow up a little first.

However, this statement doesn’t seem to appease Kara, whose brow is furrowed in a way that indicates she’s still displeased.

“Querl -“

“It’s not just our child,“ he assures her. "It seems all babies begin life similarly ugly.”

While he had spent much of his time avoiding Phantom Girl while Cub was a squalling babe, Querl did recall that he looked no better than his daughter does now. Same with the Ranzz boys.

“Querl, give me back my baby.”

Her arms are outstretched and her tone indicates she’s not asking. She’s demanding. He relents custody of the child to his partner, who immediately holds her close, whispering soothing words in Kryptonese against her head.

Finally, Kara turns back towards him.

“You can’t just say your baby is ugly.”

“It does not mean I love her any less  -“

“And you especially shouldn’t tell the mother of your child that you think your baby is ugly.”

He frowns. She’s being irrational. Perhaps it’s the hormones.

“You’re overreacting. Babies are ugly. It is a fact.”

If Kara wasn’t sitting under red sun lights, Querl is positive the look she gives him would come with a blast of heat vision.

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best laid plans

on ao3

summary - archive 5 has plans. ultragirl isn't interested in them.

prompt - villain au

continuity - my personal version of earth-3, because dc was like 'here are five different versions of the crime syndicate. we're never explaining why there's so many bye' so it's my city now.

notes - i've had this au in my head for a few years, and then jeff lemire came along and named his brainy expy in his quantum age comic archive v. i am too lazy to find a new name for querl so i'm keeping it.

these characters obviously differ from their regular counterparts, so here's a quick rundown:

ultragirl/kala zor-il: cousin of ultraman. vain and violent, she's happy to do what she's told because destruction is fun and kal usually lets her keep anything interesting and shiny she comes across.

archive 5/querl dox: currently hiding in the past from enemies in his own time. allied with ultraman out of self-preservation, who keeps him around because he can create synthK and is an expert at getting information. cruel and calculating, he's really just biding his time until he can return home and destroy everyone in his way.

synthK: synthetic green kryptonite. unlike the regular dc universe, green kryptonite supercharges kryptonians on earth-3. ultraman and his family usually crush it and snort the dust.

warnings - implied sex, murder, and drug use i guess?

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They’re lying in their bed when Querl finally decides to broach the subject of leaving. Kala is usually more agreeable after they’ve mated, so it's likely to be the safest time to propose his plan.

His fingers trace equations on the skin of her back and he leans over to kiss her shoulder before he finally speaks.

“We could leave, you know.”

“Leave? And go where?”

She turns in bed to face him, propping herself up on an elbow.

“Far away. Somewhere we could easily conquer and rule without opposition.”

And I wouldn’t be trapped here, wasting my talents on your idiot cousin, he thinks bitterly.

Kala stares at him, large blue eyes unblinking.

“Leave Kal? Oh, he wouldn’t like that much.”

Querl almost wants to laugh. His mate is a goddess incarnate - indescribably beautiful and devastatingly powerful - but she can be so painfully dim and unambitious at times.

“Kala, listen to me. You don’t have to obey him. In fact, you may even be stronger -“

“Stop.” Her tone is serious now. “He’d kill you for saying that. For even suggesting that we leave.”

He snorts. “And lose his access to a steady supply of snythK? I doubt it.”

Kal-Il is nothing if not predictable. His rabid desire for green Kryptonite - synthetic or not - is enough to keep Querl safe for the time being.

“I mean it, Archie. He’s killed other lieutenants for less.”

Archie. Oh, how he loathes being called Archie. He is the fifth Archivist of his house, his title is to be respected, and to be referred to as such in his own bedchamber after having his ideas dismissed -

He maintains a cool mask of indifference, even as his mind rages.

Kala continues, frowning. “I don’t want him to hurt you. My protection only goes so far. Querl, I already spend enough time keeping you away from Owlman…”

He knows well enough when to drop a conversation.

“I know, precious.” His hand reaches up to twirl a few strands of golden blonde in between his fingers. “I just hate to see you not being used to your full potential.”

A half-truth, but it seems to placate her nonetheless.

She sinks back into the mattress, curling her body against his. He gathers her in his arms and when he presses a kiss to the top of her head, a sigh of contentment leaves her lips.

The seed of his idea has been planted; he just has to wait for another day to cultivate it.

One day, he’ll get her out from under Ultraman’s thumb. One day, he’ll get her off this rock full of brain-dead, short-lived plebeians. One day, he’ll usher her into his home century and she’ll lay waste to everyone that’s ever wronged him. One day, their offspring will rule galaxies.

One day.