#Holding Hands

[kent-farm]

There’s something in your eyes, Makes me wanna lose myself, Makes me wanna lose myself, In your arms. There’s something in your voice, Makes my heart beat fast, Hope this feeling lasts, For the rest of my life. If you knew how lonely my life has been, And how low I’ve felt for so long. If you knew I’ve wanted someone to come along, And change my life the way you’ve done.

—Damian McGinty, Celtic Thunder, covers “Feels Like Home” (written by Randy Newman)

[natalievoncatte]

Lena could feel the weight in her hand. A little extra swing in her fist as she walked, sending a jolt up her arm as she jogged up the steps to Kara’s apartment. She’d decided to walk today, to clear her head a little as she went to see her best friend. She had a lot on her mind lately- usual Luthor stuff like defusing random death traps that Lex left behind, fending off attempts to dethrone her as CEO and challenge her status as he brother’s heir, and cures for intractable diseases and solutions for the energy crisis and thorny ethical issues around the advance project department’s latest AI experiments… and Kara.

Kara was on her mind. She had a way of sneaking into Lena’s mind at the most inopportune moments, like a board meeting, or a symposium, or her TED talk. It was really a TEDx talk; the organization wasn’t *quite* ready to invite Lena to the real deal, no matter how many photo ops she did with Supergirl or cancer research facilities she paid for. That didn’t stop Kara from following her around saying “thanks for listening to my Ted talk” for three weeks after the fact.

She had been thinking about Kara so much that it had finally been noticed. Sam flew in from Metropolis earlier that week for a catch up lunch, and as usual, after business was handled they shared a bottle of wine and things grew informal.

“Lena,” Sam said. “I’ve been talking for five minutes and you’ve been holding that glass of rosé and staring at it for the entire time. What’s going on?”

Lena almost dropped the glass when she heard her name. “Oh, right. Yes. Wine.”

She took a sip, hoping Sam would drop her question, but she persisted.

“I know that look. You were miles away. What is it? Did the cure for cancer pop into your head?”

“No,” Lena said. “It’s nothing, I was just lost in thought.”

“Mmm,” said Sam. “I’m sure.”

“What?”

Sam smiled enigmatically and finished her wine. “I’d better get going. I’m taking a red eye back to Metropolis.”

“Sam, you’re flying on a Lexcorp charter. It doesn’t work that way.”

Sam snorted and left Lena sitting there, wondering what that was about. Of course she’d been daydreaming about Kara, about her hands specifically- she’d nodded off last weekend and woke to see Kara at her ease, brow furrowed and hands moving wildly as she painted something. Lena had remained still and watched, fascinated by Kara’s hands, the skill and dexterity she showed.

It was that day that Kara had passed her the key she now carried in her hand. A key to Kara’s apartment. Unfettered access. Lena didn’t have to knock (she would anyway) and could stop by when Kara wasn’t even there. She hadn’t said anything but she’d been holding back tears the entire ride home; Lena had no problems with *access*, but trust was another matter. That was what the key was. It was a talisman of trust, Kara’s confidence in her given form.

Lena did knock before she turned the key and swung the door open. She was expected, but part of her worried that Kara wouldn’t be alone. It seemed odd to Lena that Kara hadn’t started dating again- her best friend had taken the whole Mon-El thing very poorly, and it was bizarre to begin with, so Lena understood why she’d stay single for a while, but it had been years.

Years of kindling a soft, secret hope, a desire so fragile and so brittle that Lena rarely dared think of it, afraid that the tiniest brush of longing would crumble it and with it break something inside her permanently.

The apartment smelled like cookies. Burnt cookies. Kara was in the kitchen, brow furrowed, bent in concentration over a cookbook, eyes darting to a mixing bowl. Foul smelling attempted cookies practically filled the garbage can.

“Hey,” Kara said, cheerfully. She gave Lena a soft, gentle smile that seemed only for her, and brushed a loose gold curl from her eyes. “You’re early.”

“I wanted more Kara time,” said Lena. “I was hoping to get a few minutes alone with you before the few shows up. Just us.”

Kara looked at her curiously, then turned to her project.

“I can’t get this right. I cream the sugar like it says, but they keep coming out wrong.”

Lena moved closer, stopping her hand from seeking the small of Kara’s back. When she saw the carton of cream on the counter, she busted out laughing so hard she snorted.

“What?” said Kara.

“Darling, you don’t put actual cream in it. Here, let me help you.”

For the next half hour, Lena and Kara made cookie dough, laboriously, by hand. Every step brought them closer together, literally. By the time they were scooping out evenly sized blobs of it together, they were hip to hip, both floured and sugared, hands greasy with butter.

“I’ll pop them in the oven,” said Kara. “You go clean up and relax.”

“Alright,” Lena said.

She ended up on the couch. Game night would begin hours later, and Lena turned on a nature documentary. (She had her own distinct username on Kara’s Netflix.)

Lena must have dozed off, because the alarm on the oven, along with a warm, pleasant, homey smell, woke her up. She padded on her stocking feet into the kitchen to see how the cookies came out.

Kara had already taken them out and was holding the tray, hot from the oven. Something was off. It nagged at Lena’s mind.

Then it hit her. Kara seemed to realize at the same time.

She wasn’t wearing oven mitts. No heating pad. Not even a dish towel. Kara was holding the hot tray, fresh from the oven, in her bare hands.

Lena yelped. “Kara! You’ll burn yourself!”

Kara started to move. A cry rose on her lips, then died. She stared at Lena with such softness, her eyes full of hesitation, but more than that, a kind of longing that echoed Lena’s own soul.

“I’m tired of lying to you,” Kara said, still holding the tray. “It doesn’t hurt. I can barely feel it.”

They stood for a frozen moment that lasted an eternity, the truth just on the wrong side of revealing itself. Lena already knew, but she didn’t want to acknowledge it. Say it.

“You’re Supergirl,” Lena whispered, soft and breathy.

Kara nodded, starting to choke up. She put the tray down almost violently and stepped back.

“I’ll understand if you need time, if you’re angry, if you don’t want to continue our friendship-“

She didn’t finish her ramble. Lena crossed the space between them in three quick steps, firmly took Kara’s face between her palms, and kissed her.

Pure terror gripped her. What if she was wrong? What if this was a mistake? Why wasn’t Kara moving, responding, reacting?

That question responded when hands that could crush diamonds moved her her body with surpassing tenderness, turning the awkward kiss into something more, Kara guiding Lena as their bodies molded together and Kara kissed her back with hopeful desperation, drawing it out as if she was afraid to let it end for fear it might never be repeated.

It was, intimately and immediately. Lena was shocked but pleased when Kara let Lena push her back against the counter, bending her back lightly, almost climbing her. Kara almost shocked Lena when her hand slid up her side and found her breast even as Lena grabbed a double handful of steely buns and squeezed.

Then someone coughed and they jerked apart.

Alex stood by the door, arms folded.

“I’m going to go ahead and text the others so they know game night is cancelled,” she said, smirking. “Next time, hang a sock on the doorknob or something.”

“This is my house,” said Kara.

Alex rolled her eyes. “I’m leaving now.”

As the door slammed shut, and Alex could plainly be heard blurting, “Jesus Christ,” Lena turned back to Kara.

“Should we talk?” she said, her voice small. “What is this? What are we doing?”

Kara swallowed, hard. “What do you want it to be, Lena?”

Lena couldn’t answer. She just stared.

“I know what I want it to be,” said Kara. “I want us to be an us. I’m so tired of wanting you so bad it hurts, but being scared to touch you a certain way or look too long or too openly or be afraid I’ll say the wrong thing. I’m tired of hiding so much from you.”

Lena licked her lips.

“The truth is, I’ve wanted you for years.”

Kara’s gorgeous eyes lit up with unbridled delight, and with shocking quickness, Kara had Lena in a bridal carry. Lena instinctively curled up in her arms, practically wrapping herself around Kara’s body.

“What do you want to do now?” said Kara. “I don’t know how to do this part, Lena.”

Lena smiled. “I think what you do now is carry me back in the bedroom and cream your sugar.”

“You want to make more cookies? Why… oh.”

“Oh indeed,” said Lena.

Lena didn’t make a habit of it, but this one time, she let Kara talk her into cookies for breakfast.

[c-optimistic]

Prompt for your consideration? Lena and Kara fighting post-reveal. Lena yelling "I lost everything," referring to Kara, her brother and all her friends, Kara saying "I lost everything too," referring to Lena.

In her heart of hearts, Kara thinks perhaps she’s broken.

(This is not an uncommon thought with her. She’s had it since the day Krypton died, the day her parents sent her away, the day she awoke as a stranger on a strange planet only to discover she wasn’t even needed.

She’s had this thought nearly every day. Wondering why it’s so hard for her to be like everyone else, to be normal.)

These days, the thought feels more aggressive. More accusatory even. It isn’t just that she’s broken, it’s that she breaks all of those around her as well.

Alex gave up her whole life to watch over her. All of the Danvers did. Everyone close to her got hurt. Everyone who had the misfortune of loving her was doomed to suffer.

And now, it’s Lena’s turn.

(Lena, strong and capable and oh so brilliant. Lena, with her quick wit and surprised smiles. Lena, who quickly made a home in Kara’s heart.

Lena, who has spent every night attempting unsuccessfully to quell her sobs.)

Kara touches down on the balcony, but doesn’t enter Lena’s office, content for a moment to just watch through the glass as the exhausted CEO crumples into her chair, head in her hands, elbows propped on her desk. For once, she’s not dressed to the nines—she’s in a simple pair of pants, comfortable looking shoes, a loose fitting top.

Kara wishes she could see Lena’s face. Wishes she could take Lena by the hand and—

“Go away, Kara,” the other woman says suddenly, in nothing more than a whisper than only someone with superhearing can understand, pulling Kara out of her thoughts. She doesn’t move from where she’s sitting, and Kara wonders, stupidly, how Lena could possibly have known she was there.

Kara pushes the balcony door open, taking a step closer.

“I just want to explain—”

“There’s nothing to explain,” Lena interrupts, though she makes no move to force Kara to leave as she had the last “I just want to explain—” times Kara had shown up. “Just…go.”

“Lena, please,” Kara starts, steeling herself and stepping fully into the office. Lena turns finally, and—

Oh.

Her eyes are red rimmed from crying, puffy, make up not immaculate. She seems…devastated. As though her whole world has been torn asunder, as though…as though she has broken.

(Kara wishes she could make Lena see. She wishes she could take Lena’s hands and let her touch the damaged and broken parts of her heart, beg her to smooth it back out again, ask her to risk the pain, risk the hurt, but to stay.

Love me, Kara wants to scream. Love me, she wants to plead selfishly. Because Kara is broken, destined to go on and on breaking others, but it would be okay if only Lena would hold her again.)

“Don’t you get it?” Lena shouts as she stands, eyes taking on a fierce gleam. “I lost everything! My friends! My brother!” She chokes on the last word, tears escaping despite her best efforts to hold them back. “What could you possibly say that would change any of that?”

Nothing. She could say nothing.

(Kara is fairly sure she’s broken. Everything she touches seems to crumble away to dust. CatCo, her family, Mon-El, and on and on and on…

This has always been yet another thing she was destined to lose, destined to break because of her own cowardice.)

She has nothing to say in response that can change anything. And so, she settles for the truth. “I lost everything too. I lost you.”

Lena just stares for a moment, then she shakes her head. It’s clear she understands what Kara hasn’t said. It’s clear she can tell it’s the first purely honest thing Kara has ever uttered.

And it’s clear, utterly clear, it’s not enough.

“You can’t possibly think that changes anything,” she says, but she’s not yelling anymore. She sounds practically breathless.

(And Kara wonders, just for an idle moment, what things would be like had she confessed to Lena when there had been no lies between them, no loss, no betrayal.

She wonders, for a brief but tantalizing moment, if Lena would have accepted her jagged and cracked heart, those deft fingers quickly piecing it back together.)

“No, but I…I wanted you to know,” Kara says, swallowing hard and looking down.

Lena doesn’t speak again, but when Kara chances a look at her before she leaves the office (the same way she came in, ashamed and uninvited), her fingers twitch as though she wants to reach out.

And for now, Kara finds that that is enough.

[supercorpkid]

When Was It Over?

Supergirl. Kara Danvers x Reader!

Word Count: 2121.

Notes: not a happy ending, sorry.

Kara Danvers has known the sting of a heartbreak on many occasions.

Kenny was her high school sweetheart and he has literally died. Mon-El had to leave the Present or he would die as well. William also died, granted they weren’t together together, but she can't even imagine what would have happened if they were. 

Now as she watches you leaving her apartment, she can feel her heart being torn apart and she knows she will not get over it. She will never be able to recover. Kara Danvers will never be the same after this heartbreak. 

But not like she wasn't her true self when Mon-El left. How she was a blubbering mess, crying and rolling on her bed to find it empty and how her heart was somehow emptier. Kara really thought that was the worst thing she would feel in her life. Forget about kryptonite, that heartbreak was one for the books. Life was so good, almost perfect and then faith or whatever it was just snatched from her and she was alone.

And yet, this heartbreak feels worse of all. Feels like Kara's ground just got pulled under her feet and she feels like Alice, falling, slumping, downward into the rabbit hole. And while she spins out of control, no breath left in her lungs, no words out of her mouth, no heart doing its job, she sees your eyes.

Kara will never laugh again. Not in the same way, anyway. Your jokes were the best. Tailored to her sense of humor. One that most people didn't even get. And she knew you did it on purpose, to get a laugh out of her. When she laughed your face would light up and her heart would swallow on her chest.

She doesn't know what to say. Doesn't know how to describe it. Right now you're leaving with a piece of her, her favorite one, and so she is hollow and lonely, so terribly broken she doesn't know where to even start.

Because you are not leaving her life unwanted. You're making this decision and she doesn't know if this searing pain will ever cease to burn her heart and the pit of her stomach, and if this wound will ever truly heal.

"Don't go." She thinks she begs out of her mouth. Tasting salt out of her tears, and the bitter tang of your leaving. A sharp pain on her heart like it's going to give out soon.

But you keep going. No words uttered out loud. No sound. No noise, except your hand on the handle, and your feet on the floor.

"Please." Kara is sure her voice came out this time, so loud in the deafening silence, it almost startled her.

"You know," You don't turn around. Can't, or you might not ever leave. Heart squeezed so tight, you wonder how it is that the words are leaving your mouth in the first place. "I really thought it was you."

Kara would never have to ask what. She was everything. And yet she almost hears the word leaving her mouth. She holds it back, having a million other questions fighting on her brain, but she knows she won't get the answer to them all, so she needs the perfect one. The question that will make you stay. The question that might bring her peace. 

"When was it over?"

To that question you can't help but stop and turn around. Breathe caught on your lungs.

"I –" You blink, thinking about the answer. You don't know, which is weird. How can you not know when this was over? How can you not know why you're leaving the life of the person you were so sure you were going to spend the rest of your life with? 

The question grows inside you. Turned into a moment filled with tension, heaviness, and yet it almost feels sacred. There's no air left between you and Kara anymore. Nothing but a suffocating and deafening silence. 

She is the first one to speak again. "Was it that night you didn't care where I've been?"

Kara slipped in, late at night. You're almost asleep, but you still noticed her. She didn't look like she was in any Supergirl emergency. She stunk of beer. She wasn't drunk, though. You know it would take almost all the beer in the word for Kara to be drunk, but still she was being louder than she usually is. 

Her cold hand glided through your stomach and you flinched, escaping her touch. "Go to sleep. You stink of alcohol." You moved farther away from her.

"Aren't you going to ask me where I was?" She sounded offended.

"I don't care."

"What?" You finally turned around to look at her. Kara had her brows furrowed, crinkle in the middle of her forehead, confusion crossing her face as if you just said something crazy.

"I'm trying to sleep." You explained, but she huffed, annoyed. 

"Don't let me get in the way of that." Kara stood up, and she was quick to fly away from the same window she flew in.

You blink your memories of that night away. That wasn't it, but it surely didn't help.

"No. No, it wasn't that night."

Kara's eyes are full of tears, looking around, trying to remember more things. Trying to find out when this was done.

"Was it when I met your friends and acted indifferent?"

"Why are you mad? I – I had to go. I'm sorry I didn't stay there and chat with your college friends. Honestly, I had more important things to do!"

"Oh, I'm sorry my friends are not secret agents trying to save the world! But they are important to me, and it was important for me that you'd meet them."

Kara breathed out. "I did! I met the cheery lady and her sad-looking husband. I heard them talking about their new baby, but I had to save people from a car crash." 

"It's not about leaving! It's about acting like you're above them."

"I didn't do that." You snorted at her lie. "Just because I said her husband couldn't be the smartest man on Earth? I have a friend who's literally a 12th-level-intellect! That man only knew how to talk about stocks! And he was so boring."

You blinked at her, tired, exhausted from this fight. "Yeah." 

"Wait, you're agreeing with me? You also think he is boring?"

"No Kara. I'm just too tired to fight. Too tired for this."

She wouldn't see it. Kara thinks her friends are much better than yours. And they might be, anyways. You love her friends, but hey, your friends aren't so bad.

"Fine. You're too tired. I should go then."

You breathed out. "Yeah."

"I'm sorry." She finally says, a whole two months later. "Sad-looking-husband and overcompensating-cheery-lady are fine!"

"You didn't even bother learning their names!" You yell, but something brings you back to it. This isn't it. This is not the reason why you're leaving Kara, so it won't do you any good getting mad about it right now. "Whatever. It doesn't matter anymore. You will never have to see my horrible friends again. You should be thrilled about that."

"I'm not. I'm not thrilled about any of this, but I need to know. If your friends aren't the reason why you're leaving me, then what is?"

"Why does it matter? It's not going to change my mind. You saying sorry months later won't change my mind!"

"I need to know when it was over! When was I dancing with the ghost of you?"

You blink. The question hits you hard. When did you become a ghost in this relationship? 

"Was it that time Mon-El came from the future?"

Oh yeah, here's Mon-El making his appearance right on time. Right when she mentions ghosts. Of course he would come back to haunt you guys again.

"Was that after or before you met the president, you fibber?"

"I'm not lying!" Kara defended herself, after a burst of laughter. She looked around the park and dropped her voice. "You're just jealous you've never been to Mars."

"You're right. Sounds like you had the time of your life fighting White Martians. I so wish I was there." You joked and she pulled you by your waist, a smile dangling on her face. Faces so close you knew what was coming next.

"Kara?" You heard a man's voice and both of you looked in the direction of it. Wait, you know this dude. Kara's hands left your waist, the distance grew huge. It was a matter of seconds, but you could cut the tension between them with a knife.

"Mon-El!" She exclaimed in total shock. "Rao, you're back from the future."

Mon-El. Her ex. That's where you knew him from.They exchanged amenities. You were not introduced, talked to, or acknowledged even once. 

"So I'll see you back at the Tower?" He asked and she agreed vividly. 

"I'm right behind you." And she was, indeed, almost flying away behind him when you cleared your throat and she noticed you. "Oh!" Kara looked back at you like she's never seen you before. "Would you like a ride home?"

"A what?" You asked in shock. No. Not possible. She wouldn't. 

"Well, he is here from –" She whispered. "the future. It has to be important. I have to go see what's going on."

You stared at her in disbelief. She wasn't joking. Nope. Your girlfriend of a very long time that was on a date in the park with you, was going to run off to her ex-boyfriend the second he showed up.

"So," Kara insisted, when you didn't talk for a while. "Ride or –?"

"I'll walk home." 

"Oh, cool. See you tonight then." 

And then she left.

"I don't know, Kara. I can't just pinpoint it to one moment."

"When was it over for you, Y/N?" Her voice comes out full of anger, so loud it's almost a yell. "When was the moment you knew you'd walk out eventually?"

"I don't know!" You answer in the same tone, with the same anger. 

"You're leaving! Gosh Y/N, you're leaving –" Her voice breaks, and it comes in a whisper so easy to hear, the gnawing pain in your heart gets stronger. "me."

"You know it's over. Don't do this now, Kara. We've been growing apart for so long, you'd have to be absolutely out of yourself not to have noticed." 

"So you don't even wanna try? Don't wanna talk about it? Won't figure it out?"

"Kara."

She comes closer. One single bold stride towards you, closing the huge distance in half. "What would it take for you to stay?"

And that's when it hits you. You know exactly when it was over for you, and weirdly that brings a smile to your face because it feels good to finally understand why you and Kara Danvers will never work out.

"I needed you to stay." Kara furrows her brows, cleans her tears on her sleeve. "That's when it was over. It was over a little every time I needed you to stay, but you left."

"But –"

"And you kept leaving me, didn't you? Huh."

You think back at all the moments she brought up as a reason to why it could've ended and you realize they all have one thing in common. Kara leaving. 

Supergirl, ex-boyfriends, imminent fights, work emergencies, and the list goes on. All of it was always more important or sometimes not important enough. No, she won't stay and have a fight with you, you're not important enough. No, she won't finish that date because Alex called, CatCo called, her stupid ex-boyfriend called. You'll walk home alone and you'll finish that dinner by yourself, you'll wake up to an empty bed and you'll get the dial tone. 

You'll think about jumping from really tall somethings, just so you can be an emergency so you'll get her to stay. 

"You know, when you said forever, I almost bought it. But the truth is, you were my forever and I was your in-betweens. And I deserve more than that." You breathe out. Finally. You can finally feel the air back in your lungs, in the atmosphere, right in the middle of the distance between the two of you. 

"What now?" Comes in a heart-breaking whisper. Kara drops on her knees, face soaked with tears, clear ache in her heart. You're feeling free, but you can tell she isn't feeling the same, and you know it might take her a long while to feel the same. 

"Now?" You look back at the door, hand on the handle one more time, ready to go. "Now I'll be the one doing the leaving. And this is what our forever will be like."

And so you're gone.

[oneshotnewbie]

Mon-El calling b!d a babe and Kara is very overprotective about it and snaps?

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In the middle of the DEO's training room, surrounded by various training equipment and punching bags, Kara and you decided to end a tough field mission with intense determination and a training session on the punching bag. Tying the boxing gloves tightly around your wrists, you resolutely stepped in front of the heavy punching bag. "Are you ready?" you asked, determined to improve your technique. The blonde nodded with a confident smile, taking hold of the position on the opposite side of the punching bag, ready to offer support to you.

You began with light warm-up exercises, pounding your fists rhythmically against it. Kara supported you by holding the bag stable with her superpowers so that you could deliver your punches with full force. The regular, muffled beats echoed through the room, accompanied by your concentrated breathing. After the short warm-up, you gradually increased your intensity. Your punches became more powerful and faster as you performed different powerful combinations on the target, followed by a quick hook and a body hit in a controlled and steady rhythm.

The Kryptonian deftly adapted to your movements and held the bag tightly to give you an effective workout. The punching bag swung back and forth with each punch, but you remained in control. You concentrated fully on your technique and no longer paid any attention to the blonde, whose head appeared from time to time behind the training object and she supported you with a concentrated look. Each of your punches was precise and calculated and Kara was extremely surprised by your motivation. You showed your ability in full bloom and with different techniques. Punches were accompanied by a soft squeak as the fists hit the plastic.

"You are doing good, keep it up!" your sister cheered you on and you increased your intensity to a new level. Muscles throughout your body tensed with each of your punches, your breath quickening. You pushed yourself to peak performance as the dim lightning on your room bathed your sweat-covered skin in a soft glow and your stimulated breathing took over the entire atmosphere. Sweat flowed down your face in small rivulets, mixing with the exertion as you continued to train with increasing intensity.

The punching bag became your outlet to release stress and any inner tension. An emotional weight seemed to be lifted from your shoulders, and the remaining energy was released with each powerful blow. Kara felt the intensity and determination in every tension. It was not just physical strength you showed, but also mental endurance and self-control. Even the punching bag swayed slightly, as if it was in awe of your impressive strength and endurance.

"Hey babe, what´s up?" boomed a male voice with a mocking smile on his face as your exertion reached its peak and Kara abruptly let go of the punching bag. It swung to the side and ruined your punch streak as your arm flung straight into the air. You had not even noticed that Mon-El entered the training room and approached the two of you or what he even said to you. "Kara! You can not just let go!"

"What did you just say to my little sister?" she asked, as if the blonde had not understood what he had said the first time. Kara grasped the whole situation quicker and immediately felt driven by the need to defend you, just wanting to make sure her ears were not playing tricks on her. Right from the start she found the Daxamite to be a rude and inconsiderate alien, but she was not prepared for that. "Babe...is not that something you say to a woman you find attractive?"

Kara laughed scornfully and placed her hands mockingly on her muscular upper arms. Any come-ons towards you infuriated her, but she tried to stay calm as she felt a lump forming in her throat. Nauseau creeping up and settling inside of her. "Kara, stay calm. It was probably just an accident," you said soothingly, putting an arm on her shoulder to get her attention back. She was known for her overprotective nature and her willingness to defend you in any situation.

With a determined look, she took a step towards Mon-El and placed her arms tightly on her waist as she snorted. "It is completely unacceptable to address anyone this way. We are not on Daxam and your comments towards y/n are disrespectful. At least be respectful here if you want to stay on our earth," her voice remained calm but firm and it was clear that the young man was intimidated by Kara's determination and self-confidence. Her overprotective nature clearly exceeded any parameters. "On this earth, people are valued and no one is degraded. Especially not by you, we are not on your planet. And I will make sure that this will be a lesson to you."

With an incredible speed that your eyes could barely grasp, Mon-El lay beneath the blonde, his hand twisted while her knee was attached to the Daxamite's torso. He cried out painfully, muttering several half-hearted apologies into the air that were barely audible, but Kara had no sympathy for him. Shocked at the sudden turnaround in the conversation, you placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder to let her know it was completely okay. "Stop it, Kar. He had enough."

Kara's gaze softened and moved away from the young alien. She quickly stood upright, but fixed him with an intense gaze. She made it clear to him without words that such disrespectful comments towards you would no longer be tolerated. Sensing her point of view, Mon-El backed away, unsure of his words. After a moment of silent silence, he finally turned and walked away, clearly intimidated.

You looked at your older sister in shock but also gratitude, your eyes filling with emotions as you punched her in the upper arm. "My superheroine. What would I do without you?" You laughed sarcastically, earning a big smile from her before she pushed you back to the punching bag to get you back to work.

In that moment, filled with silence, exhaustion, and pride, you radiated an unstoppable strength that existed not only in the training hall, but also in life thanks to your sisters.

[raisedbyfandomwolves]

Birds and the Bees : Kara and Mon-El’s child asks some tough questions the two don’t really know how to answer.

So... just to be clear, I set this in PiaD's (distant) future but mixed in some show canon details to avoid spoiling stuff. Also, whoever sent this, I hope you enjoy it (if you even remember sending it, that is).

“Mommy, are you a robot?”

The unexpected and bizarre question breaks Kara's concentration on the important but mind-numbing Legion paperwork in front of her and she jerks her head towards its source in surprise. “I'm sorry?”

Dawn's adorably confused frown deepens as she holds up her educational datapad as high as her little arms will allow. However, the way she's holding the device makes it hard for Kara to see what's being displayed on the screen. “It says Kryptonians come from machines called Birthing... May Trees...?”

Oh. “Birthing Matrices,” Kara corrects her daughter with a touch of laughter, having finally figured out what this is all about. When she and Mon-El had agreed to give Dawn basic access to the Fortress of Solitude's database so she can learn at her own incredibly fast pace, Kara is sure neither of them had expected it would lead to this. “I promise I'm not a robot, sweetheart, and before you ask, neither are you, okay? In fact, no one born from a Birthing Matrix is a robot; it's just a machine people on Krypton used to... um, help make their children for them.”

Despite having received clarification on the matter, Dawn continues frowning even as she lowers the datapad. “But why would they do that?”

As smart as Dawn is for her age, Kara has a feeling that genetic engineering – not to mention the more... unpleasant aspects of Krypton's preference for it – might be too advanced a subject for her daughter at this point in time. Best to keep her answer as simple as possible. “Well, they wanted to make sure all their children would be strong and healthy and... well, perfect.”

To Kara's surprise and concern, Dawn not only continues to appear confused but now also strangely looks a little... lost. “...But I didn't come from a Birthing Matrix.”

“No, you didn't,” Kara confirms slowly even as she wonders where this conversation is heading. “I gave birth to you myself.”

When Dawn's expression turns into one of hurt and heartbreak, Kara already knows there's been a grave misunderstanding before her daughter asks her next question. “Does that mean... I'm not perfect?”

In the space of a second, Kara goes from shocked and bewildered to horrified and panicked. “Oh Dawn, no.” She closes the distance between them using her superspeed and cups Dawn's face with both hands as if the physical contact will further reinforce her next words. “That is not true. You are perfect. You've been perfect since the moment you came into your father's and my lives and you'll always be perfect to the both of us no matter what.”

Dawn sniffles slightly, hopeful but clearly still harbouring a few doubts. Forgotten in the moment, the datapad slips out of her hands and falls to the floor unnoticed. “Then why didn't you use a Birthing Matrix to make me?”

“Because I loved you so much before I even had you that I was a bit selfish,” Kara admits with a soft smile as she wipes an errant tear running down Dawn's cheek with her thumb. “When your father and I decided to have you, I told him that I didn't want to use a Birthing Matrix because I wanted you to grow inside me instead – to be with me from the very second you came to exist. I wanted to be able to talk to you and sing to you and do so many things with you even though you probably couldn't even hear me at all. I was never once worried about whether you would be 'perfect' or not because I already knew that your father and I would love you no matter what and that was all that mattered. And look how you turned out in the end: perfect. That's the truth and don't let your doubts or anyone else tell you otherwise, okay?”

Another sniffle escapes Dawn but the shine in her eyes communicates not unshed tears of sorrow but rather pure hope unburdened by doubt. “Okay.”

The ice-cold grip of fear around Kara's heart finally dissolves and she pulls Dawn in for a tight hug. “Okay,” she repeats, beyond relieved that the unexpected situation has been resolved with relative ease. At least she'd managed to handle it on her own without needing to call Mon-El for backup because she can't imagine how he would've reacted to their daughter's misconceptions.

No sooner has the thought finished forming in her mind than the front door of their home unlocks with a cheerful beep and unceremoniously gets thrown wide open. Startled, she looks up to find the very person she had been thinking about standing there with his hand still on the door and his face a visage of pure panic. Despite his obvious anxiety and her own surprise, the primitive part of her brain goes through its routine appreciation of the way Mon-El's black Legionnaire instructor suit accentuates his toned physique. “What's wrong? What happened?”

“I thought you were training the new recruits today.” For some reason, that's the first thing out of Kara's mouth although her words are immediately drowned out by Dawn's enthusiastic cry of “Daddy! You're home!”

As expected, Mon-El's enhanced hearing manages to pick up her pseudo-question regardless. “I said there was a family emergency and asked Rokk to take over,” he replies distractedly as he shuts the door and opens his arms to welcome the hug-seeking missile that is his flying daughter. “What happened? I felt...”

He trails off there but the rest of his sentence is obvious enough to Kara that she can't help but feel a twinge of guilt. She must have been so distraught by Dawn's misunderstanding that she'd forgotten to keep her distress from flowing to him through their connection. Now that she's fully calmed down, however, she can feel his lingering panic and rushes to calm him with both a verbal clarification and their connection. “It's nothing too serious, I promise,” she says as she gets to her feet. “Dawn just found out about Birthing Matrices and got the wrong idea about certain things, that's all. I'll tell you more later.”

“Mommy's not a robot even though she came from a machine and I'm perfect even though I didn't!” Dawn helpfully summarises their earlier conversation with a beaming smile.

Unsurprisingly, Mon-El shoots a quizzical glance in Kara's direction at that apparent non sequitur but evidently decides to pursue the matter later in favour of focusing on Dawn first. “Of course you're perfect; you're my little princess, after all,” he tells their daughter with exaggerated gravitas and punctuates his statement with a noisy kiss to her golden hair.

Ever the daddy's girl, Dawn giggles as she soaks in her father's affections like an adorable sponge and for a moment peace in their household is restored. Then she suddenly pulls away from Mon-El's embrace and gives Kara the same confused frown from before. “But Mommy, if Grandpa Zor-El and Grandma Alura used the Birthing Matrix to make you, does that mean they don't love you as much as you love me?”

The new unexpected line of questioning throws Kara for a loop and she flounders for an appropriate response.

Luckily for her, Mon-El manages to come to her rescue despite his lack of clarity on how Dawn could have ended up with such a strange conclusion. “No, Dawn, they definitely love your mother as much as your mother and I love you. It was just normal for everyone on Krypton to be born from a Birthing Matrix until your id-”

“Mon-El...” Kara cuts in with a glare and a warning note in her voice, all too aware of just what he's about to say.

“-idealistic Uncle Kal-El came along,” Mon-El finishes, feigning innocence as if that had been the word he'd intended to use all along.

Oblivious to the ongoing silent war between her parents, Dawn accepts the simple answer but remains confused. “Did people on Daxam use Birthing Matrices too, Daddy?”

“They did, princess, but some people chose not to use it for their own reasons,” he affirms simply. Like Kara, he's apparently decided to leave the more complicated aspects of Daxam's views on reproduction for a future date. “I came from a Birthing Matrix too just like your mother.”

“But Grandpa Lar and Grandma Rhea still loved you, didn't they, Daddy?” Dawn asks innocently.

All at once, Kara feels the warm atmosphere in their home evaporate to be replaced by a chill so extreme that they both freeze where they are standing. Old hatreds rise from the depths of her heart where she had buried them long ago, and the uncharacteristic stillness she feels through their connection only feeds her fury.

The silence doesn't go unnoticed by their ever-perceptive daughter who glances between her parents with open concern and distress. “...Daddy, did I say something wrong?”

Her guilt-ridden question snaps them of out their respective trances, and Kara finds herself darkly marvelling at how she has found a new reason to hate Lar and Rhea.

While she silently stews in her rage and does her best to keep it to herself, Mon-El manages to recover from his unwanted trip down memory lane and puts on a forced smile. “No, princess, you didn't. It's just... My parents didn't like me very much,” he tells her gently, and Kara has to swallow the bitter scoff trying to escape her lips at his understatement.

Predictably, his answer only makes Dawn even more confused and upset. “But why?” Considering how much she adores her father and vice versa, the mere idea of him not being loved – by his own parents, no less – must be unfathomable.

Once again, Kara bites her tongue to stop herself from saying anything while Mon-El is the one who struggles to give a satisfactory answer that isn't an outright lie. “...I guess... I wasn't the son they wanted me to be.”

“...Does that mean...” Dawn's lower lip trembles, as does her tiny voice. “...Does that mean... they wouldn't have loved me too?”

With that one simple question, Kara's loathing of Lar and Rhea reach a new level she hadn't even known existed even as her heart breaks for her little girl. “Dawn...” is all she can bring herself to say as she all but runs to her daughter and mate to provide the comfort both of them desperately need.

Mon-El welcomes her efforts the way a man dying of thirst would the sight of an oasis and sends a weak wave of gratitude through their connection. As always when moments like this one descend upon them, he draws strength from her and brings himself to answer Dawn's question to the best of his ability. “I don't know, princess.”

To him, it's as close to the truth as he'll allow himself to admit but to Kara, it borders on an outright lie. Rhea in particular would have viewed any child of Mon-El's with disdain and perhaps only seen value in said child in terms of the preservation of the royal bloodline. But a child that was half Kryptonian? And not just any Kryptonian but rather her, Kara Zor-El, specifically? Rhea would have strangled Dawn in her crib... if she would have even allowed Dawn to be born in the first place.

Naturally not privy to her mother's dark thoughts, Dawn keeps her tear-filled gaze entirely focused on her father as her young mind struggles to comprehend everything she's just been told. Just as Kara is about to try and console her daughter, however, Dawn blinks away her tears and puts on a brave face. “It's okay, Daddy,” she says, bold and resolute, “because as long as you and Mommy love me, nothing else matters. And it's okay if Grandpa Lar and Grandma Rhea didn't love you because that just means I'll love you even more forever and ever to make up for it!”

Pure unadulterated joy and wonder. That's the only way to describe Mon-El's expression and the emotions flooding their connection from his end, not to mention Kara's own feelings at their daughter's declaration. Maybe it's a strange thought to have but Kara finds herself beyond overjoyed that the child she brought into this world loves Mon-El as wholly and unconditionally as she does. Unable to hold herself back anymore, she wraps both daughter and mate in as tight a hug as their position will allow, creating a small bubble of blissful happiness for their family in the process.

“Thank you, Dawn,” Kara hears Mon-El murmur softly in the silence of their home.

“You're welcome, Daddy,” Dawn replies, her voice equally gentle and overflowing with adoration.

They stay like that for an untold amount of time until the beep of Dawn's datapad powering down ends the comfortable silence. The sound reminds Kara of just how this admittedly emotionally draining conversation had begun and she pulls away to regard her daughter with gentle carefulness. “Do you have any more questions about this, sweetheart?”

“Nuh uh!” Dawn shakes her head vigorously, beaming smile in place and the tears from earlier nowhere to be found.

“Right. Okay. That's good.” Kara lets out a small sigh of relief, glad that they've managed to achieve a positive resolution despite the wretched subject. Then a thought occurs to her and she shoots Mon-El a worried look he has trouble deciphering based on his puzzled reaction.

If Dawn is already reading about the Birthing Matrix, then it's only a matter of time before she starts asking questions about the... other method of creating children. In fact, Kara would be surprised if she doesn't have to field such questions within the next hour or so considering Dawn already knows she came about through... traditional means, so to speak. Might as well get it over with as quickly as possible, she tells herself with no small amount of trepidation.

Bracing herself for a highly embarrassing conversation that promises to be even more humiliating with Mon-El present to tease her at every turn, Kara clears her throat and starts. “So Dawn... Since you've already learned about the Birthing Matrix, I think this is a good time to teach you about... um... how babies like you are made without it...”

Instead of being curious, however, Dawn brightens up. “Oh, I already know, Mommy! You have sex!”

The rambling speech Kara had been mentally putting together crumbles to dust and all she can do is choke on air. At the exact same moment, Mon-El stifles a noise of his own that sounds suspiciously like a full-bellied laugh at her expense. Combined with the mirth she feels from their connection, it's enough to snap her out of her stupor and she levels a death glare his way, silently promising a terrible and painful end for him.

Aware that he's now in mortal danger, he schools his expression and holds up the hand not supporting Dawn's weight in a gesture of surrender. “I swear it wasn't me.”

“Daddy didn't teach me about sex, silly Mommy!” Dawn giggles. “Aunty Eve did!”

This time, Mon-El makes less effort to stop himself from laughing out loud but Kara is too incensed to care, busy as she is with mentally cursing Dawn's godmother who is soon to be an ex-best friend.

[hitchell-mope]

Mon El: Kara, we need to talk about your PTSD.

Kara: Hell yeah, I have PTSD! Proficient talent for sucking dick!

(She holds up hand for a high five that Mon El does not reciprocate)

Mon El: I think we also need to talk about your unhealthy use of humor as a coping mechanism.

Kara: Oh sweetheart, I don't think you appreciate how clever what I just said was.

[harleychick91]

SuperCorptober Day 18: Lena

Summary: After a bourbon laced kiss, Lena has to confront her best friend about why she kissed back.

But You Kissed Back

“Did you know he was dating Kara Danvers?” My words and Supergirl’s expression kept playing over and over in my mind. I wanted to say more. I wanted to yell at the Super for hurting my best friend. For making me hurt the woman I love. But I couldn’t with Mother standing there. I tossed back another shot of bourbon remembering her smug expression.

Hearing a soft knock on my door, I groaned. “I’m not seeing anyone right now. Please leave.” Another knock. “I said, leave.” Slamming the glass down, I heard my phone vibrate. Opening the message, I saw a selfie of Kara outside my door.

Even too busy for your favorite person in all of National City? -K

Warmth filled my chest seeing the blonde’s face. Getting to my feet, I felt the world shift slightly under my feet. Maybe I need to slow down on the bourbon. Opening the door, I tried to smile. “I’m never too busy for you. Come in.” Standing to the side, I allowed Kara to enter.

“I wanted to thank you for saving us,” she paused. “Again. You always find a way to save the city.”

Looking away, I closed the door. “I couldn’t save your boyfriend.” He has a name. Give a little respect. He tried to help in the end. “I’m sorry I had to send Mon-El away. I know you,” I paused, “cared for him.”

“I did, do, care for him but-,” Kara’s voice cracked as she wrapped her arms around me. Nuzzling her face into my neck, she sniffled. “I’m so glad you weren’t hurt on that ship.”

Reciprocating the embrace, I held the reporter against me. I shouldn’t hold her like this. Not with my inhibitions weakened from the drinks. She may love me but it’s not a romantic love. “Kara, we-,” Her grip tightened when I tried to step back. Relaxing, I continued to hold her.

“I’m not mad at you for sending him away,” Kara whispered. I shivered, feeling warm breath on my neck. I need to put distance between us. “Supergirl said you were upset.”

“I was only upset because I knew sending him away would hurt you.” Petting blonde locks, I continued. “That’s something I never want to do.”

“I know.” Leaning back, Kara smiled. “You’re the best.”

No, I’m really not. Everything happened so quickly. The next thing I knew, I had tangled my hand in Kara’s hair and pressed my lips against hers. After the initial shock, Kara kissed back with equal passion. I shouldn’t be doing this. She’s upset and vulnerable. I’m taking advantage of her. Breaking the kiss, I put distance between us. “Kara, I’m sorry. I…I should go.” Dashing out of the office, I heard Kara call my name but I didn’t stop.

Once I was in the private parking deck, I stopped and called my driver. Thankfully Kara can’t find me here. She doesn’t have clearance. My stomach lurched when I saw her face on my phone screen. “I’m sorry,” I murmured. Relief washed over me when my car arrived.

Getting home, I turned off my phone, washed my face, and went to bed. I’ll deal with everything tomorrow. I need to sleep this off first. Laying in bed, I thought about Kara and our kiss. Hopefully I didn’t ruin my friendship. But what I wouldn’t do to kiss her again.

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[cyclone-rachel]

Alex is alone.

Of course, in the middle of the day the DEO is not empty. There are still agents present, walking through the command center, busy doing research, etcetera.

But none of them are close to Director Danvers, Querl notes as he walks in, toward her. Nobody seems to notice her, standing with her arms resting on the table, her hands fidgeting with something. Nobody sees the look in her eyes, no doubt remembering a time when other people she trusted stood around the table with her.

Querl has studied the records- he knows who else has been here. The former director, J’onn- who she seemed to consider a second father. Her own father, Jeremiah, before she knew who he was truly working alongside. Winn, for a time. Others have come in and out, like her ex-girlfriend Maggie, and even Mon-El and Imra, along with himself before he knew his stay in this century was indefinite. She misses all of them, he’s sure.

But he knows there is one she’s specifically thinking of. One she was supposed to protect, who became her strongest ally when she learned of the organization’s existence. One who she would literally not be here without.

One who, now, has been forced out, though not by any fault of her own.

(“From now on, the DEO will require full transparency from all of its assets”, Haley had said. How much longer until his own identity was under scrutiny as well?)

That, however, was a lower priority. And he would, theoretically, have time to plan for a way around it.

This… he hadn’t calculated. Even when Lockwood was shouting at her, he hadn’t considered it would lead to the President arriving at the DEO, asking that Kara reveal her secret.

And yet that was exactly what had happened.

He didn’t blame Kara for her decision, and he expected Alex didn’t either. It still hurt, however.

So it was with that in mind, that Querl approaches her, and as much as he could say in that moment, nothing seems adequate for the situation.

Instead, he simply places a hand on her shoulder, and she looks at it briefly before gently patting his hand, and letting out a sigh.

“Thanks.” She says.

“Of course.” He answers. “I’m sorry.”

“Me too.” She tells him. “I tried to prevent it…”

“I know. But…”

Alex lets out a sigh again.

“You probably saw this whole thing coming, didn’t you?”

Her tone is more accusatory, and takes him back- mentally, at least- to a time when she would have never let him put his hand on her shoulder, or get as close to her in any way as they are right now.

“No, actually.” He says. “Not these specific circumstances.”

Alex nods.

“So I guess you don’t know what we should do next.”

“No, that much is clear.” He says. “We keep helping Supergirl, as much as we can. Like you always have.”

She smiles, just a little bit, when she finally turns to look at him.

“Like we have.” She corrects. “That, I can agree with.”

He smiles back, just as briefly, before continuing.

“What is she doing now?”

“She said she was going on vacation, visiting her cousin and Lois Lane on their family farm for the holidays.” Alex answers. “I certainly don’t blame her. If it was me… well, I’d certainly want to take a vacation too, but I don’t think I could have shown that much restraint.”

Restraint is practically second nature for me, he thinks, the inhibitors holding back how strongly he feels about their current predicament, but considers that such a statement would sound like bragging, so he avoids it.

(He also avoids any comments about hopefully getting to meet Superman and his soon-to-be wife, because those would definitely be insensitive in this circumstance.)

“Me neither.” He says, attempting to reassure her. “Then I suppose we should plan for what may happen when she returns- Agent Liberty getting out of prison, if the protesters on television have their way, or any number of new rules Haley could impose on the DEO.”

“Yeah.” Alex answers. “Somewhere other than here, though.”

“In private. Indeed- lead on, Director.”

She looks more confident now, as she begins to stride away, and in what is becoming a habit for them now, he follows soon behind.

“Certainly, Agent Dox.”

[thatonebirdwrites]

Hardest one I could think of for you is varrick and asami. I haven’t watched enough of supergirl yet to figure one out. Maybe like… livewire and Kara since they seem to have an interesting dynamic? I’m not too good at figuring any out for this one

Oh, you picked the hardest one of all! Especially since I despise Varrick and thought he had too much screentime in Season 4 (taking away from showing more of Asami's character arcs, which sadly happens mostly off screen).

But for something positive to say?

Because of Varrick's betrayal and theft of her products and company, she learns caution and to investigate before she leaps into something. Unless Korra asks her something, then she leaps immediately into action because she's down bad, but that's a different essay. lol

I do wonder at times if Varrick felt any remorse for what he did to Asami. He utterly devastated her, and the show never reveals whether he ever apologized. He only seems to show regret when Asami confronts him and twists his hand to make it clear she won't handle any more bullshit from him (in book 4 in Raiko's office).

Asami leans to stand up to him and develops a 'i will not suffer bullshit' attitude, but I don't think Varrick is the sole reason for that. The other crises that she lived through with Korra and the brothers likely toughened her up far more. Varrick's impact did make it harder to trust anyone outside of Korra and the brothers.

That's all I got for them. I tried. lol

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Livewire and Supergirl really do have an interesting dynamic. I always wondered if Livewire had a crush on Supergirl. Her brief return in Season 3 cemented that into headcanon for me.

Livewire also seems to hold a lot of pent-up anger, which is something Supergirl definitely has a lot of as well. Even if Supergirl doesn't want to admit it, she does connect with Livewire over the fact they both have a lot of pent-up rage.

I'd have to go back and review the Season 1 episode to expound on this more. It's all vague in my head since it's been a few years since I saw season 1. To be honest, I've rewatched the entirety of season 3, and 4 several times to write some of my fics (I skip over mon-el heavy scenes though). I rewatch specific scenes in 2, 5, and 6 for fics too, so I remember more of those seasons. Season 1 was so well-written that I didn't feel any need to rewrite it.

[kent-farm]

I miss dancing.

—Mike Matthews, Supergirl, “Crossfire”

[mrowmrowmrow9]

Hey guys! So, today's my birthday, and I really wanted to post something on ao3 as a sort of gift to myself but unfortunately nothing's really ready to be posted yet. So here's an excerpt of "glass hearts", something I've been working on for a while :)

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The sky is pitch-black when they finally arrive in National City and the Super Friends’ collective mood feels something similar. Despite the fact that their loved one has finally returned, the weight of the last few months sits heavily on their chests, or at least that’s how it seems to Mon-El. 

Kara is quieter than he’s ever seen her, glassy eyes staring blankly ahead as she sits under the glow of a sun lamp. He doesn’t think she even hears him enter the room. 

“Hey.” Mon-El crouches in front of her, gingerly taking her hand. “We’re here,” he tells her softly. Kara blinks a couple of times before her eyes drift over to his and she gives him a small nod of acknowledgment. 

Progress.

“Do you want to stay here for the night?” he ventures, reaching up to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. “Or we can go home…”

Kara’s lips move silently, forming the word home as though it’s an alien concept she can’t quite comprehend. 

“...Kara?” Mon-El prompts gently.

“Yeah,” she whispers finally, voice cracking slightly. “Let’s go home.”

He helps her up, hand resting on the small of her back as they make their way out of the med bay. “Let’s go tell Alex we’re leaving, okay?”

Alex is sitting with her girlfriend when they reach the main room and stands to greet them. “Hey, you two.” She reaches out to rub Kara’s shoulder. “You thinking about heading home?”

“That alright with you?”

“Yeah, of course.” Alex ducks her head to meet Kara’s gaze. “Do you need me to stay over, or…?”

Kara shakes her head the slightest bit. “That’s okay,” she mumbles.

Alex nods, then leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to Kara’s cheek, as if she were not made of Kryptonian flesh but delicate glass, ready to shatter at any moment. “Get some rest, okay? I’m so happy you’re home.” 

Kara smiles faintly and after one last hug from Alex, they make their way to the balcony. Kara looks up at the night sky and then over at Mon-El, uncertain.

“I can carry you, if you’re tired,” he offers quickly and Kara nods, something like relief flashing in her eyes. 

The night air is cool on the way home and Mon-El can feel her shivering, hiding her face in his neck as wind whooshes by. They land in the living room and Kara steps away slightly, still holding onto him as her gaze roves over every inch of their apartment. 

“Happy to be home?” Mon-El asks gently and Kara turns back to him, eyes glazed with tears, and nods furiously. 

“Hey…” He wipes a tear from her cheek and pulls her to his chest, wrapping her in a tight hug. “It’s okay.” She hiccups against him and he feels the collar of his suit start to dampen with tears. 

After only a few seconds Kara jerks away, wiping her nose on her sleeve. “Can we just go to bed, please?” she whispers. 

Mon-El’s shoulders sag. “Of course.”

Kara sits on the edge of the bed and reaches behind to try and get her suit off, but her shaky fingers make the task difficult. After a few failed attempts, she huffs in frustration. 

“Do you want some help?” Mon-El asks hesitantly, reaching for the zipper. Kara gives up and nods, letting her arms drop. 

He helps her peel the suit off, trying not to flinch at how her skin is ice-cold to the touch. She shivers and he passes her some leggings and a warm sweater to sleep in before undressing himself. 

For a few moments they lie there in silence, side by side. Kara seems on edge, blankets clenched tightly in her fist, eyes darting around. 

“Kara.”

She turns to look at him and Mon-El scoots closer, reaching for her. “Come here.”

She curls into his waiting arms, resting her head on his chest. He feels her release a long-held breath, muscles finally relaxing. 

“Go to sleep,” he whispers and she nods against him. He tries to relax too, reminding himself that all is finally well, with Kara in his arms again.

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

Pretty good answers, you can take a break from answering my questions they aren’t going anywhere lol take as long as you need :)

1: some ppl give the superfamily different “abilities” instead of the typical kryptonian power set to separate them, besides Chris does the rest of the family have different powers? For example I can see Jon having super saiyan red/orange hair that can boost his heat vision or can create a mini sun to heal or boost his family’s power.

2: since Chris likes spider-man, does he ever “web swing” across the city using his dark powers? Plus tie up bad guys using the dark powers too? I can see him tying up bad guys by the feet upside down hanging from a lamp post and spinning them around XD

3: any thoughts of making the duo wear matching outfits with the starburst name/logo on the front?

4: does mar’i do the same stuff as Jake like in previous asks? Does slapstick like the three stooges, aims for the crotch on a 10, uses the Nightwing sticks, etc…

5: let’s say Kon/Tim is sleeping on the couch, what would they do as a prank? Draw on their face, fart on their face, put shaving cream on their hand and tickle their nose with something, belly flop on top of them, etc…

6: not a question but a fanfic idea: overusing the Nightwing entity causes Chris to act similar to Spider-Man while wearing the venom suit creating a meaner & maybe evil Chris; Jake and Chris battle it out in the rain with Chris brutally hurting Jake close to death. Right before he delivers the killing blow, Chris has flashbacks of him and Jake doing fun stuff, Chris at the last second takes back control and holds Jake and cries that he is sorry.

1. Well Conner canonically has what’s called Tactile Telekinesis which allows him to hold a whole variety of objects and items with his mind in mid air, Kara can also probably channel a bio electric aura around her for an extra layer protection against energy or even magic attacks even though it can mess around with her heat vision abilities and finally to say Mon El, he had the ability to detect points on either a humanoid body or on select architecture that he can use to either strike or climb up (akin to Karnak from the Inhumans). The sole one whose powers are somewhat either enhanced or a near copy of Clark’s power set is Jon.

2. More likely it’s Jake who uses his grappling hooks akin to swing Spidey style as his ability of flight isn’t as pronounced as his sister’s. Any flight he achieves has to have a running and dropping start to them; basically any short flight he gets being a sort of natural wing suit on him. Now as for Chris webbing up crooks of all sorts via the shadows on their legs, I can probably see that in addition to a sticky note left for the cops to pick up says crooks that reads “Bad Guy(s)” just like how his teacher Dick does it

3. While a certain possibility for very rare occasions like say an actual multiverse Crisus event, they wear enough blue on their individual outfits already and yet those respective splashes of burnt orange and yellow keep them distinct. So, matching outfits is possible but not entirely probable and necessary.

4. A little bit but she has her own tiny touches and takes things that distinguish her from her brother. Mainly shed lean more on sitcom snark and ‘high brow’ comedy akin to what Grandpa Alfred showed her (Probably shows including “Blackadder” and “Are You Being Served?”) as opposed to slapstick. For her combat prowess, less likely to go from hits below the belt but a tad bit more vicious in taking down villains and she primarily uses her starbolts and enhanced strength along with Tamaranean fighting styles her Mother taught her and back

5. Jake’s go to mischief technique in these cases is a trick her sister and him have learn from their Father since the latter was all too fond of doing it during his days at the circus; take a small marker and doodle of silly and funny drawings on any part of the sleeping person that’s sticks out of the blankets. Chris quickly picked up on it ever since he was about 8 and anytime either of them happened to be awake first thing in the morning can their respective Uncle for Jake and Big Brother for Chris are dead asleep, they’ll wake up later to find some ink on them. And it’s not just the faces either….let’s just say if they to wear socks that night, there’s a 50/50 chance that those socks would be off them and sure enough there’s some doodles there as well.

6. It’s certainly a tempting enough story arc I can see happening with a minor tweak or two. Mainly, it’s the Flamebird entity being tapped into by Thara Ak Var that tends on being the berserker of the two ancient deities due to its more appropriately firery nature as opposed to the more cold and dark Nightwing. That said, I see Chris losing control of his powers and temperament being a consequence of all of the Nightwing entity’s bearers since mere mortals, even Kryptonians, aren’t immune to the entity’s presence affecting their minds with continuous overuse overtime. So with that, Chris after the battle makes a vow to no longer solely rely on the Nightwing entity for emergencies during superhero fights. The entity itself understands this and even encourages Chris to find other ways to save the day of possible.

Thanks for your patience, friend. It’s appreciated @gothicghost2000

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‘please don’t be in love with someone else’ Mon El to Kara

If only he knew that she could never and would never get over him. "Mon-El. . ." Her voice cracks, but it's barely audible anyway. When she'd sent him off in her pod, she thought she'd sent him to his death, at least that's what the nightmares she was plagued with told her over and over. It was her worst fear, that she'd put him in there to save him and only ended up killing him. He would never understand the pain that she went through, only his own and Kara knows that couldn't have been easy either.

"I - - - I could never." She tells him, taking his hand in hers as tears well up in her eyes. If he thought that they were blue before, they're almost electric now against the bloodshot sclera. "When I sent you away, I - - - I thought you died. When I didn't hear from you, I assumed the worst." And Rao, did her heart break. It broke and she wasn't sure if it could EVER be mended. Mon-El was the first person that she had ever loved as deeply as she had. She loved him so much that it scared her and losing him had absolutely obliterated her.

Taking a small step closer, she brings her free hand up to caress the Daxamite's cheek. "Then you came back and you were DIFFERENT, and I didn't understand until you told me everything you'd gone through." Kara sighs. "And it broke my heart when I saw you with Imra, even more than it had been before. It hurt so bad to even look at you because I knew that what we had was in your past, that you were a different man, a better man and you were helping people in the future." She goes on. "I tried to push down my feelings, but I couldn't because, like I said, I could never get over you, Mon-El. I'm pretty sure that you are the one person that I'm supposed to be with." There's a pause. "I am still in love with you, no matter how much time passes, no matter how far away we are from each other. And I understand that you and Imra are - - - someone told me that you were going to remain friends. I'm not sure if this is the right time or not to tell you all of this, but Rao - - - I miss you, holding you, kissing you." She misses hearing him laugh because of some stupid joke that she made. She looks at him now and sees someone who has grown and matured into a hero in his own right and he's as handsome as ever, too. "I love you Mon-El, and I just had to get that off of my chest in case I don't have another chance to do it." She lets her hand fall from his cheek and she looks him in the eyes. "So, to answer your question. No, I could never be in love with anyone else."

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Ch.11: Bitter and Sweet

Story Masterlist ◦ Anais’ Masterlist ◦

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Pairing: Winn Schott x OFC

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James gave a light knock on Anais' office door and stepped inside, wearing a bigger smile than usual. Of course, ever since he put Snapper in his place - leaving both men to their respective job roles - who wouldn't be happy?

"What can I do for you Mr. Boss?" Anais pushed her chair closer to her desk, putting her hands on her desk.

"I just sent a reporter to the Children's Hospital new building to see what we can get for an article so I need the pictures to go along with it."

"Oh, great!" Anais winced when she heard her own words. "Not like that! I meant — I'm happy to take the assignment before I lose my mind!"

James chuckled. "I take it Winn is still fixing your suit, then?"

Anais glared at nothing in particular but it was a deep glare nonetheless. "Yup," she muttered and got up from her chair.

Winn had kept his word about not letting her go out in the field until she told the DEO — primarily J'onn, Kara and Alex — about Cadmus' threat. It drove Anais up the wall that she wasn't able to convince him otherwise and the use of the physical threats was no good either as she would have to explain to everyone else why she suddenly decided to kill their friend. So, until she decided to tell the truth, Winn was basically holding her suit hostage.

To everyone else, he was just mending her suit.

"And how's Mon-El doing?" James curiously asked since he hadn't stopped by the DEO in a while. He only knew what he was told.

"Kara and him are learning to get along-ish," Anais said, "And we're testing Mon-El's abilities too. See what he can and can't do. He's not leaving the DEO for a while, I'm assuming. Poor guy must be going crazy too."

J'onn had given the order to test Mon-El in every possible way to deduce the danger he could post if left unsupervised. Winn was put in charge of monitoring him and recording the results to later discuss together.

Anais could only imagine the frustration Mon-El would be feeling soon since he'd already been cooped up in the DEO for days now and training since then. Maybe she could help in some way, she thought before leaving the office.

~ 0 ~

Anais walked down the street before the hospital site, adjusting her clothes and hair since she'd basically sped there from CatCo. As she approached the site, she began to smell the after scent of burnt rubber and metal, along with the horrible sight of the crumbled hospital.

"Oh, what happened here?" She stopped in front of the yellow tape keeping civilians away.

"Aliens happened," a familiar voice answered. Anais whipped her head to the right and saw Lena Luthor approaching her.

"Miss Luthor," Anais smiled politely, "I didn't expect to see you here."

"Yeah," Lena nodded. "No one expects to see a Luthor at accident sites unless they caused it." There was a brief moment of silence before she added, "And just so we're clear, I didn't cause this."

"I didn't think you did," Anais clarified for the woman's sake. "So what is Miss Luthor doing here, though?"

"Please, it's just Lena, I told you," the black-haired woman sighed. "And I was one of the investors of this building. It was brand new when it was destroyed."

"Millions of dollars lost, I assume," Anais gazed at the crumbled building. She could still see some leftover melted medical equipment peeking from under the walls.

"Oh please, it's not about the money," Lena set her hands on her hips. "This building was built because the first hospital was getting overcrowded. Now the children that did survive this, had to return to the first hospital."

Anais pulled her camera in front of her eyes and snapped a picture. "What happened to the building?"

"Your reporter hasn't come to you yet?" Lena nodded to the young CatCo. Reporter talking to a cop at the moment.

"Nope, I just got here, remember?"

"Well, we don't know much but we assume it was aliens judging by the mass strength of whatever hit the walls. Plus, some of the records from the kids say they saw hooded people."

"Ah," Anais started walking a bit to get better angles of the building. "Which could mean it was a regular human crime scene."

"But they didn't steal anything," Lena countered. "They just came in to destroy."

"Well, sometimes people don't need reasons to do something," Anais lowered her camera to see Lena giving her a look. "What?"

"I'm assuming you're like Kara in that you both share pro-alien opinions," Lena crossed her arms.

Anais gave a shrug of her shoulders. "Well, what's wrong with that?"

"Nothing. Everyone's entitled to their opinions and thoughts," Lena looked ahead at the building again.

"It's so refreshing meeting someone like you," Anais chuckled. She felt her phone buzzing and picked it out from her pocket. "Oh, gotta go. It was nice seeing you, though. Wouldn't mind doing this again."

Surprise etched across Lena's face, making her dark eyebrows simultaneously raise. "Really?"

Anaís paused after taking another picture to see Lena's expression. "What?"

Lena smiled warmly. "Not a lot of people would say that. In fact, I don't think I've ever heard that."

"You're nice and you're badass, so...yeah, I'd like to see you around," Anaís chuckled. "You're doing what I'm doing and, as I've said, I admire that."

Lena's smile widened, clearly beaming at the chance of a second friend. She hadn't admitted it but she liked to believe she was friends with Kara Danvers too. "Okay then, you're welcome at L-Corp anytime."

"Cool," Anaís beamed then. "Now I gotta run for real. See you around." She hurried past Lena to get going because if she wasn't at the DEO in the next five minutes, she was sure Arun would come for her himself.

~0~

"Again!" Arun shouted the order without hesitance.

A blonde speedster whipped past him in circles, repeatedly, until she would come to a stop and attempt to throw a lightning bolt she was meant to create during her run. Just as Anaís was about to throw her bolt, it shattered in her palms..

"Dammit!" she growled and glanced back at Arun who stood at the end of the room with his hands behind his back and no emotion on his face.

"Again!" he simply commanded once more.

She sucked in a breath and took off again. She'd been doing this for more than an hour now with no such luck. Arun silently watched as she sped in circles - a long circle too - to see exactly where she was going wrong. He never felt the visitors coming into the room, much less Anaís.

"Woah, that is awe and some!" Mon-El's cheer startled Anaís and caused the speedster to trip over her own feet. She came hurtling into a wall, face first. She groaned and turned on her back to glare at Mon-El then Arun and Winn for not warning her.

"Two things," Winn made a motion for Mon-El to listen, the latter even nodding his head to show him that he was indeed listening. "One: never sneak up on a speedster, especially when she's throwing lightning. And two: it's just 'awesome'. You got to put those two words together and you'll be golden."

"Awesome," Mon-El tested the word out and felt like it did sound better put together. He then looked over to Anaís who was getting back on her feet. "And sorry. Just thought that whole…" His fingers wiggled in the air as he attempted to mimic what she'd been doing, "...the whole lightning thing was cool…"

"You taught him the word 'cool' already?" Anaís dusted her legs off. Winn grinned. "Of course you did."

"If you three are finished talking, Anaís has a lot more practice to do," Arun spoke up with an air of annoyance. He knew well that they had a new alien amongst the DEO but he hadn't actually talked to Mon-El.

"Are you the other Solista?" Mon-El asked, though he was sure of the answer by the looks of his beam. "You got the whole lightning thing down, I assume?"

"Since I was a teenager. Child's play, really," Arun said plainly, shooting Anaís a look that meant to point out she was extremely behind. For that, Anaís looked down.

"W-well, I mean, it is lightning we're talking about," Winn purposely glanced at Anaís in hopes of lifting her spirits. "It takes a while to practice when it's the first try. I-I'm assuming."

Anaís smiled softly at him. She appreciated his attempt to help her out…until she remembered what he was doing with her suit.

"Yes, when we're teenagers," Arun brokered the silence without realizing it. "But Anaís is twenty three now."

"Okay, can we just call it a day with the training?" Anaís decided it was for the better lest Arun wanted a lightning bolt thrown at him instead of the practice dummy. "I'll continue tomorrow."

"Your call," Arun shrugged. "You wanna go get lunch?"

"No, I can't. Supergirl's waiting for me. We have a lead on that dead alien we found in the back of a car."

"Alright then, until tomorrow," Arun said and started heading out. He suddenly stopped though by the doorway and glanced back. "Oh, and Winn, the suit seems to be working fine right now." He made a gesture at Anaís' regular DEO suit she was wearing. "Have you finished mending it?"

"Nope," Winn replied without a second thought, even wearing that big smile Anaís was beginning to hate. "Still got kinks to figure out."

Arun nodded and walked out of the room.

"It doesn't have any kinks!" Anaís shouted after he was fully gone. "You're just purposely keeping it away from me!"

"Me? What?" His pretense sarcasm only made her even more mad. "Never."

"I'll kill you," Anaís warned but all Winn did was ask Mon-El if he wanted to continue practicing. With a shake of her head, she left the room and went to find Alex and Supergirl in the control room. "Anything on our alien perp?" Anaís stopped by them.

"Yes, actually," Kara motioned to Alex, "Alex was just telling me what the lab found."

"The thorn found in the dead body is from a Brevakk. Some sort of biological defense mechanism," Alex explained. "So, yeah, that's new and terrifying."

"Don't suppose there's any ideas where we can find him?" Anaís tried her luck.

"Turns out there's exactly one Brevakk registered in National City for the President's Alien Amnesty Act," Alex moved on over to an empty computer. She pulled up the profile of said alien. "And we got the address ready to go."

"Alright, so what's our first step?" Anaís looked between the more experienced women.

"It's just a check out, so...I think we're good," Alex's words surprised both aliens. "I got someone in mind I'll take."

"Are you sure?" Kara raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, yeah, don't worry," Alex waved her off, really smiling like she meant it. "She's good, trust me." And with that cryptic description, she left.

"You want to train, then?" Kara asked Anaís once they were on their own. Anaís groaned and covered her face. "What?" Kara looked around in case anyone knew what she said wrong.

"I just finished a round with Arun and I didn't get it right."

"You mean the lightning bolt thing?"

"Yes!"

"When we agreed that he would train me, I didn't know Arun would be one of those uptight 24/7 trainers!"

Kara chuckled.

"And he won't get off my back for my pathetic attempts to create and throw a lightning bolt!"

"Don't get so worked up about it, remember how long Barry said it took him?"

"Yeah, but... he's a metahuman and I'm an alien. It's in my biology to get it!" Anaís exclaimed particularly loud enough to draw some attention.

Kara, in particular, was giving her a look. "Some funny words you used there." Anaís dropped her hands to her sides and looked back. "Sounds like something Arun would say." She'd come to learn that Arun's 'words of encouragement' were not so light. They seemed like backhanded insults instead.

"Well, he kind of did, and he's right. It's in my biology to get it and I'm taking longer than a kid would!"

"Okay, maybe you need to reel it back a little," Kara brought Anaís to the side so they could speak better. "You may be a speedster with incredible strength but you still need practice and you know that. I know you know that."

"Yeah, I know…" Anaís sighed.

"Then why don't you let Arun know that? He's the one that needs to reel it back a lot more." Kara suspected Arun was the one putting more pressure on things than Anaís really thought. "He's a hard coach, and maybe a good one, but a hard one nonetheless. He wants you to do exactly what he did and that's not gonna happen."

"Because I'm only half a Solista?"

"No, because you're you and you're different. Everyone is. So c'mon, let's go train nice and easy."

Anaís finally agreed and followed Kara to their training room meant just for them. They trained for about an hour before J'onn called them back to the control room. Alex had returned but not with good news. Their lead on the dead alien had been whisked away by a group of men in a suspicious can.

"Do we know who the men in the van were?" J'onn asked Alex, and the woman shook her head.

"No. But these weren't low-rent thugs. They were definitely combat-trained. They mean business."

"So do we. Or have you forgotten about that?" J'onn's snark startled all three women.

"Hey, what's with the grumpy?" Alex finally noted. "Today and yesterday. Is everything all right, J'onn?"

"I appreciate the concern, but I assure you, I'm fine."

"Don't make us pout," Alex nodded to Kara beside her.

"They're surprisingly good at it," Anaís admitted being victim to it a couple of times.

J'onn knew they would never let it be so it was better to get it out in the open. "I am not the last Green Martian. There is another. Her name is M'gann. Megan."

"It's a miracle, J'onn," Kara's eyes widened.

"I met her at that alien bar Alex spoke of. We talked, but... I think I made a mistake."

"Why do you say that?" Anaís asked. "What happened?"

"I offered to merge with her in the Martian way."

"But you guys just met…" Kara trailed off, thinking of something else.

"Psychically, Kara. The bond is the traditional Martian way of communicating. We...we link minds, share dreams, emotions, memories. We kept no secrets from one another. Imagine a world without ego, selfishness. Without... lies."

"That sounds beautiful."

"She didn't seem to think so. The moment I talked about it, she left. I am grateful to have you all in my life. I truly am. But with Martians, it's... It's different. It's deeper. Deeper than talking. Fuller. With her, there's a chance for me to live how I was meant to live."

Of course everyone there understood.

"Just tell her that," Alex encouraged him to go for a second attempt. "Why don't you try apologizing?"

J'onn seemed to be encouraged enough.

~0~

The night brought Alex and detective Sawyer to an illegal fight club that ended up in catastrophe. Supergirl nearly had her head torn off by a large alien creature, and neither her nor the detectives had luck in capturing the ringleader of the fight club. It did, however, leave them with a new clue that could lead the DEO to capturing the culprits.

It also led to a new wave of anger inside a certain Solista.

Mon-El had just failed to conjure up heat vision on a piece of cement when Anais came storming in.

"No heat vision, no x-ray vision…" Winn was recording the results on his tablet for later study so he was startled when Anais used her own heat vision to destroy the piece of cement. "Hey!" Winn made a gesture but Anais looked far too upset to care.

"Kara nearly got hurt in an underground alien fight club and I couldn't do anything about it and do you know why!?" She came storming up to him, making him backtrack several steps. "Because I didn't have my suit so they didn't call me in for backup!"

"Is she okay, though?" Mon-El thought to ask if only to pull some of that attention off Winn for safety reasons.

"Yes, but she could've gotten hurt," Anais deeply sighed then set her glare back on Winn. "C'mon, Winn, enough is enough. Give me my suit back"

Winn was first and foremost relieved to see that anger fading because it decreased the chances of being heat visioned. "I'll do it as soon as you come clean to Kara and the others."

Anais' hands twitched in the air as she air-strangled him. "I'm gonna—" She started for him again.

Winn jumped back, throwing his hands in front of him. "If you kill me now, you'll never get your suit!"

Anais stopped in her tracks and dropped her hands. "I really hate you right now."

"Yeah, got that," Winn swallowed hard and moved away to put down his tablet. "But you also know why I'm doing this."

Mon-El cleared his throat to remind the two of his presence. "Can I offer my help to Kara as an alternative?"

Anais briefly smiled at him. "Thanks, Mon-El, but I don't think the DEO wants to let you go out until you've finished your examinations."

"Well, I think we have," Mon-El gestured to Winn. "Right?"

"Sort of," Winn shrugged and turned to the two. He brought his fingers up to list what they knew so far of Mon-El's abilities. "No heat vision, no X-ray vision, but you're strong."

"As strong as Kara?" Mon-El curiously asked but Winn scoffed with a great big 'Ha!'

"No, not even close. No freeze breath, which is kind of a bummer, right?" Winn glanced at Anais but she was still kind of glaring at him. "Right. No flight either, but his leaping is fantastic. I'm... I'm talking about like "tall buildings in a single bound" kinda stuff. Yeah, we...we definitely have the makings of a superhero here."

"Superhero?" Mon-El repeated. "Is that what Kara's called?"

"Yeah. You know, you...you go out there, you fight crime, save people, wear a costume…"

"Yup," Anais crossed her hands. "I'm almost there…"

"Speaking of going out there, I'm, uh... I'm going kind of crazy in here," Mon-El admitted. "I could really use some fresh air."

"Yeah, you heard Hank. I mean, you got to stay here at the DEO."

"You know, I'll bet if I were outside, I could fly like Kara and you, Anais," Mon-El put on his best smile for the blonde.

But before Anais could say anything, Winn cut in. "Nice try, buddy. No, we got to stay here. Them's the rules. I mean, I'm new here. I'm trying to make a good impression."

"Failed!" Anais dramatically exclaimed, much to his annoyance. And because she saw his annoyance, she decided to go on ahead and make it worse. Screw being an adult, she shamelessly thought. "And you know what, Mon-El? I'll take you out."

Mon-El looked deeply surprised at the easy give in. "You will?"

Even Winn had the same reaction. "You will?"

"Yup!" Anais grinned from side to side. "I don't think it'll do any harm. But you gotta listen to me, alright?"

Mon-El was now almost grinning like Anais was. "Of course!"

"Anais y-y-you can't do that," Winn started wagging his finger, but by that point it was too late. "You're gonna get in trouble!"

"Feel free to join us, if you're so worried," Anais patted his arm.

"But I - but we can't!" Winn practically shouted in the room while Anais and Mon-El started leaving. He tried to stay put and just let the two aliens figure it out on their own how big of a mistake this would be, but…

He scrunched his face. "Damn you, Anais Allen-Mjorkland. I'm so weak." And he took off to catch up with them.

~ 0 ~

Mon-El didn't know anything about Earth but that didn't stop him from learning in one night. Especially when Anais introduced him to the cellphone.

"I gotta get me one of these!" Mon-El laughed after Anais showed him the search engine for bars.

"I'm sure we can arrange that," Anais tucked her phone into her back pocket and led the way to the bar across the street. "Maybe a small computer for the time being. Or a tablet!"

"You can't make promises like that," Winn trailed behind her, still unable to believe she was pulling this off.

"It's a computer with restricted WiFi," she reminded him that it wasn't a big deal. "Now let loose and have some fun, if you're capable of that anyways."

Winn stopped just by the doorway with a look of offence. "Excuse me?"

Anais smirked with Mon-El. They both knew they'd gotten him now.

"You heard me," Anais crossed her arms and watched as Mon-El went to open the doors for them. "Can you have some fun, Winn Schott?"

"And I continue to be weak," Winn scrunched his face in defeat while Anais yanked him inside the bar.

"Did I ever mention you're my absolute favorite alien in the whole DEO?" Mon-El said to Anais, making the woman laugh. "You are! Totally are!"

Winn did not agree with the sentiment and he definitely did not agree when they somehow found their way to the bar counter. Mon-El was introduced to human alcohol very quickly and he learned that it tasted really good. Anais monitored how much he drank but did let him experiment how much he could tolerate. She figured if anything went wrong she could speed him out of there in less than a second. But so far, he just seemed intent on mingling with the other humans and discovering what human men do for fun.

"Why do you guys like to arm wrestle so much?" Anais wondered out loud and reached for her own drink on the counter. Mon-El had just defeated his third opponent.

"He's cheating," Winn's flat tone made Anais laugh.

"Then go stop him or...have a drink and join him," Anais slid his untouched drink to him. "You can watch him while you're closer."

Winn knew his options were very limited here, and so with a small glare he picked his drink up and got up from his stool. He could hear Anais's second round of laughter while he walked away. She would not win forever, he thought.

Anais took refuge at the bar counter with the only other female in that place. As the hours ticked by, all the other customers started getting more and more annoying, in Anais' perspective. Mon-El had gone past arm wrestling and moved on to good old fashioned drinking challenges, most notably beer pong. But, to his credit, he had somehow gotten Winn to join in.

"Amazing," she huffed while she went for another drink. The two men ended up becoming more buddies than they had been earlier. Now she had become the third wheel. "Men are idiots."

"Tell me about it," the bartender mused when she walked by Anais.

Anais soon learned that, just like herself and Kara, Mon-El could actually not get drunk. However, Winn most definitely could. While they entered a series of drinking games, somehow Winn ended up winning most of them.

"Oh my God, he's a drinker," Anais said with a laugh as she and Mon-El watched Winn go at it against another fellow bar customer. They had a line of shots they needed to get through.

"So, you don't get drunk here?" Mon-El was curious as he gazed at his newly filled cup of beer.

"The earth stuff isn't strong enough for you guys," Anais shrugged, crossing her arms.

Mon-El picked up on her word choice and glanced at her. "How about you?"

"I'm half human, Mon-El. I don't get granted all the perks of a Solista. Don't get me wrong, it takes me way longer to get drunk than an average human but in the end, I can still get drunk."

"Have you ever tested the theory out of how many glasses it takes?" Mon-El offered her his glass of beer, making her laugh.

"My parents would kill me," she said, pushing his glass back to him. "They're humans and they don't really care how alien I am. I cannot drink when I'm supposed to be on business matters."

"I know I'm not from here but is this business?" Mon-El gestured towards the scene. Winn had just won another round of shots.

A smirk crossed Anais' face. "My business, anyways." It was Mon-El's turn to laugh.

A short time later, Mon-El had entered another wrestling match. He'd won every single one but the last man he went up again ended up with a broken elbow.

The man, angry, tried punching Mon-El but then broke his hand as well. His buddy went to fight Mon-El for support yet the Daxamite easily won as well with a simple 'push'. The human man crashed into a table behind them.

Mon-El was overly surprised with his strength but the other men had grown furious.

"Time to go!" Anais hopped off her stool after the strangers had met face to face with a glass table — another accident on Mon-El's part. She scurried through the group - possibly using her alien strength to push some of the men away - and got her two idiots out of there.

~0~

By the Anais returned home, she expected to find a dark apartment most certainly not Kara wide awake in the living room.

"Where were you?" Kara noticed Anais' disheveled appearance.

"One could say babysitting...or one could say proving a point," Anais fixed herself and released a deep breath. "Beginning to think my plan backfired and it was more of the first then the latter."

Kara couldn't and honestly didn't want to try and understand what all that meant. There were more pressing matters to deal with anyways.

"What are you doing up so late anyways?" Anais pulled her jacket off and headed for the couch chair. "I thought Kara Danvers always has a timely bedtime set up." Kara playfully rolled her eyes but even the playfulness faded very quickly. Anais noticed it and knew that the Kryptonian was worried and/or upset. "Kara, what is it?"

Kara hesitated to speak but after a moment of thinking, she figured it was better Anais knew now in case something happened later.

~ 0 ~

Veronica Sinclair - aka Roulette - was a formidable human enemy to the DEO. She proved herself last night when Supergirl made a visit to her and Sinclair only retaliated with confident words knowing she would not be defeated that night.

Kara now relayed her visit to J'onn, Alex and Anais (again). "I should've heat vision'd that stupid champagne glass out of her hand," Kara balled her fists on her sides.

"That's what she wanted," Anais offered a different perspective on the matter. She'd gotten over her anger last night when Kara had told her. "Supergirl heat visions local human and the media has a field day with that."

Kara gave her points on that, but it didn't stop her from wishing she could've used her heat vision. "I mean, do you think Sinclair is right about this? That she's the only one who can offer something to aliens?"

"Not a chance," Alex answered instantly.

"But then how do you stop them from letting themselves be used and exploited?"

"By offering something more powerful than fear," J'onn settled things and glanced at Winn at his desk. "Winn?"

"Nothing!" The man in question startled awake — his hand holding an ice bag on the side of his slipped and he nearly hit his head on the desk. "I'm not hungover! You're the one being defensive!"

Anais barely hid her smile from the others while J'onn approached a hungover Winn.

"Agent Schott—"

"S-sir, yes, s-sir!" Winn dangled a hand at the front of his forehead. "Er, Mon-El is doing great, by the way. He's here in the DEO. He's here. Did you know his heart is on the other side?"

J'onn gave a nod of his head. "That's absolutely fascinating. You know, the DEO received reports this morning of a six-foot alien attacking two men in a bar last night."

Anais' own smile faded upon learning that.

"The news is so very violent these days…" Winn briefly said as he slowly turned his chair back to his desk.

"Apparently this alien had a 5'2" sidekick—"

Winn jumped out of his chair, leaving it to spin from the force just to shout, "I am 5'9!"

"No, wait," Anais slid in between the two men with her hands raised in front of her, "This one's on me. I'm the one who took Mon-El out. Winn actually tried stopping me several times."

"Anais, why'd you do that?" Alex moved forwards with the same questionable face as J'onn.

"Because sometimes I'm an idiot," Anais answered with the simplest of shrugs. "But this was totally on me."

"You know better," J'onn snapped unexpectedly. "Everything we do is under a microscope. We work so hard to make humans trust us. All it takes is for one alien to ruin it for all of us."

Anais' eyes had slowly widened while J'onn scolded her. "I-I didn't mean to do that…"

"You should've thought about it!"

Alex exchanged looks with Kara, both agreeing J'onn was projecting his fight with M'gann on Anais. "J'onn, why don't we go talk somewhere else," Alex held onto his arm and persuaded him to walk with her.

"I'm really sorry," Anais said to Kara and Winn afterwards. "I wasn't meaning to do that. I was just...I was mad at you," she made a languid gesture at Winn, which didn't surprise him. "And I have to apologize to Mon-El too."

As she left, Kara briefly stopped by Winn to ask, "What's she mad at you for?"

"It's...it's just better if I hold off on that," Winn made the call thinking Anais would want to explain it herself once she got the courage to actually accept that CADMUS was looking into her.

~ 0 ~

Kara caught up with Anais in the hallway, and while Anais didn't exactly say why she was mad with Winn, Kara got the jist that it'd been a long argument now.

Anais led the way into Mon-El's training room where the man was currently doing his training. When he saw Kara, he assumed he was in trouble for the previous night.

"I'm sorry," he immediately said but Anais raised a hand to stop him.

"You're good, I'm the one who screwed up."

Mon-El blinked. "You were?"

"Yes," Anais sighed. "I was basically trying to stick it to Winn and I ended up using you. It was very wrong of me."

"Well…" Mon-El bobbed his head, "I've done worse, believe me. But this has helped me realize something neither of you told me about." Anais exchanged a glance with Kara, both confused of what he meant. "Hank told me I needed to stay here because it wasn't safe. But he didn't mean for me. He meant it wasn't safe for humans. From me."

"Listen, we've all been through that," Anais spoke up first and received an agreeing 'mhm' from Kara beside her. "I was taken in by human parents when I was a kid and just got my freedom a couple months ago. The government didn't want to let me out because they were afraid I'd hurt someone."

"After I first got to Earth, I went to my junior prom and Scott Klein asked me to dance. I stepped on his foot and I broke three of his toes," Kara shared her embarrassing yet meaningful story. "It's just gonna take some time to get used to having these abilities and...and living in this world."

Mon-El appreciated both women trying to make him feel better and even showing sympathy for him, but he was especially thankful towards Kara considering their respective backgrounds. "I know it's not easy for you to be nice to me, Kara. Where I'm from and all."

"That's not why I've been standoffish. And don't say I haven't been," Kara sighed and dug her hands into her back pockets. "My parents gave me so much. And I was so loved. My dad was a scientist and my mom fought for justice. They were proud, strong people. Good Kryptonians and even better parents. And that's the way I want to remember them."

"And why shouldn't you?"

"Because...they weren't perfect. And no matter how smart they were, or how hard they tried, they couldn't save us."

"Yeah, you never met my parents. They weren't exactly role models," Mon-El shook his head.

"But mine saw the end of the world coming, and didn't do anything about it!"

"Hey, it's not...it's not your parents' fault. It's not even Krypton's fault. Okay, we shared a star, that's all. I promise that I will do as I'm told from now on."

"And I promise not to be a manipulative bitch," Anais raised her hand but then pointed a warning finger at Mon-El. "Don't repeat that."

"Repeat what?" Mon-El blinked with genuine oblivion. He wasn't up to speed with curse words yet. "Anyways, I heard you survived Draaga." Kara nodded. "I once saw him fight on Warworld when I was, uh, guarding the royal family. Draaga took a blade to the right leg. It hit a nerve cluster. He's favored his left ever since."

The new piece of information was enlightening for Kara. "Thank you."

~ 0 ~

A couple hours later, the group got word that J'onn was missing. The only known person who'd seen him was M'gann and since she hadn't shown up for her shift it led Alex to conclude J'onn was taken by M'gann's boss: Sinclair.

"The fightclub was cleared out," Supergirl returned to the DEO very put out from her failed trip. "It's like it was never there."

"And there's no sign of where they went?" Anais curiously asked since she'd once again been planted at a chair instead of the field.

"No," Supergirl crossed her arms and thought about it for a minute.

"Okay, so where are we going to find them now?" Alex leaned against a table, trying not to look so frustrated even if she was.

"I bet that fight club has a list of recurring invitees and I think we may know one invitee in particular," Supergirl's suggestion made Anais jump from her chair.

"I'm coming! It involves no actual fighting therefore no need for super suit!"

She practically led the way to Lena's office. Kara understood her since Anais hadn't come out to the field in weeks now. She'd feel antsy too if she was cooped up (which then led Kara to feel even more sympathy for Mon-El).

"Excuse me, you can't go in there!" Lena's assistant failed to stop Anais and Kara from barging into Lena's office. "I swear I just blinked and they got right past me!" the poor woman did her best to explain to Lena before she was fired.

Lena, for her matter, was quite surprised at the sight.

"Lena, I'm sorry," Kara apologized first and foremost. "We just need to talk to you."

"Not her fault," Anais jerked a thumb at the secretary.

Lena's calm smile was a sight of relief for the two aliens. "Jess, will you make a note downstairs that Kara Danvers and Anais Allen are to be shown in right away whenever possible?"

Jess was surprised but since it meant she wasn't going to be fired she dutifully noted it and hurried out of the office.

"Woah, thanks," Anais beamed.

"So, how can I help?" Lena gestured for them to come sit down.

"We think a friend of mine has gotten involved in something shady," Kara's excuse was met with a light scoff from Lena. "It's an actual friend, we swear. And he's missing."

Lena got serious fast and nodded for her to continue.

"Do you know of a woman named Veronica Sinclair? She caters to people in your, um, your circles. Tight dresses, tattoos like Lisbeth Salander?"

Lena pursed her lips and played with a pen on her desk. "Yeah, I know Roulette. We went to boarding school together. I never liked her."

"We share the sentiment," Anais nodded. "We need to find her. And since her little fight clubs are mobile, we need to know where she's holding the next fight."

Lena seemed at a cross of amusement and impression. "And you assume I'm on the invite list?"

"Your last name is pretty famous," Anais shrugged.

"We wouldn't ask if we had any other option," Kara promised Lena as a last means to get her to talk.

Luckily for them, Lena was a smart, kind woman. "I'm a Luthor, of course I'm invited to her little pop-up. Not that I'm interested in her type of entertainment." She wrote down the location of the next fight club and handed it to Kara.

"Thank you. We owe you, big time," Kara tucked the paper into her purse and stood up with Anais.

"Not at all. I know you'll be there for me when the time comes," Lena offered them a genuine, friendly smile.

~ 0 ~

Together with the DEO, J'onn and even M'gann, Supergirl managed to put an end to the fight club with minimal injuries. Mon-El's tip about the Draaga came in handy to put the creature down for a bit. She was even more relieved to see J'onn patch things up with M'gann because it meant J'onn would finally have some peace.

This time Kara was the one to get home to find Anais still awake. Of course Kara wasn't surprised since Anais wanted to know the outcomes of the fight club.

"I would've stayed at the DEO but figured there was no use for me anyways," Anais shrugged at the counter where she was having a drink. "Update: I still can't do the stupid lightning bolt trick. I'm considering opening a stupid breach to find my young adoptive Dad for another training session because it is not going well."

"Arun's still too hard?" Kara assumed since Anais hadn't talked about him in a while.

"He expects too much from me," Anais sighed. "But what happened with Sinclair? Is she done for good now?"

"No," Kara ruefully answered. "Alex says Maggie got the orders to let Sinclair go and there's nothing we can do about it, not even the DEO."

"We'll get her one day," Anais assured. "So how come you're coming back late, then?"

"I…" Kara removed her glasses and set them on the counter, "...stopped by Mon-El's room to talk to him."

"What about?" Anais got up from the stool and went into the cupboards for some more wine.

"I offered to take him under my wing, basically, and show him around the city for real now."

"Yeah, because I totally screwed that up," Anais cringed at the reminder and pulled two glasses from the counter. "And the DEO is going to let you do that?"

"Yup, it's sort of what I did with you in the beginning, remember?"

"How could I forget!"

Kara smiled. "I think it'll do him some good. Plus, I can get him a job at CatCo. Maybe not as a reporter but somewhere there should be good."

"Speaking of," Anais returned to the counter with two glasses of red wine, "Your editor called about that new article you sent in. Apparently he expects your rewrite tomorrow morning."

"Mm," Kara sipped some of her wine. "May have sent him a new one earlier at his e-mail which I got off from James."

"Taking initiative," Anais pointed. "Very good. Look at you, Kara Danvers, having all your crap together. I'm jealous."

Kara chuckled and lowered her glass to the counter. "Well, maybe you can unburden yourself a little bit by telling me what you and Winn are arguing about."

"Ooh, smooth," Anais commended Kara for her easy transition but was still reluctant to go into detail about her disagreement. "But it's nothing, and you shouldn't worry about it."

"I worry when my friends aren't okay. Right now, it looks like you're not okay, so...tell me. Please?"

Anais released a small sigh. "I mean, I just don't want it to be made into a bigger deal than it is...just like Winn made it."

"Well, what is it?"

Anais put her wine glass down and prepared to spill the truth. Who knows, maybe it would be better for her. "CADMUS sent a message for me at the DEO." Kara's confused expression implied she hadn't heard that from anyone at the DEO. "Yeah, Winn caught it and showed it to me instead. Apparently, they want to use me as a fuel for their growing army. Whether or not I want to join them is not really up for debate in their perspective. They made it very clear that they were not above taking me dead."

"Oh my god," Kara said, horrified. "So how does this go to you getting mad at Winn?"

"Because he told me to tell you guys and I said no so instead of nagging me to tell you the truth, he is keeping my suit hostage until I decide to tell you the truth."

"Why wouldn't you want to tell us anything?"

"Because you guys would overreacting and keep me on lock-down like Mon-El!"

"If it was to keep you safe then why wouldn't you?"

"Because I just got my freedom, Kara. I don't want to lose it again." Anais picked up her glass but at first glance she could tell Kara was putting more thought into the situation.

"Maybe Winn's making the right call in keeping you out of the field. The less you're out there, the less chances CADMUS will find you or hurt you."

"No ma'am, not you too," Anais shook her head. "I've spent the better part of my life in seclusion. I'm not doing it again."

Kara was not aiming to argue like Anais and Winn. She would rather find an alternative that would benefit both sides. Making peace was her job, after all.

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Tonight ~Restart From Tonight~

by Violetthecutienightreaper

Say, tonight. If we end up walking together again... The palm of the hand that I'll be holding. I'll promise to never let it go again. Once again, restart from tonight.

After the event of Tremors after helping save the multiverse, Kara retired her cape and left National City.

Words: 2209, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Esme (Supergirl TV 2015), Samantha "Sam" Arias, Alex Danvers, Kelly Olsen (Supergirl TV 2015), Kon-El | Conner Kent, Nia Nal, Querl Dox, Eliza Danvers, J'onn J'onzz | Hank Henshaw, Maggie Sawyer, M'gann M'orzz, Original Kara Danvers/Mon-El Child(ren), Atlee (DCU), Alura In-Ze | Alura Zor-El

Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Samantha "Sam" Arias/Alex Danvers/Kelly Olsen, M'gann M'orzz/Maggie Sawyer, Kara Danvers/Mon-El (Mentioned/Very Brief), Alura In-Ze | Alura Zor-El/J'onn J'onzz | Hank Henshaw, Atlee/Nia Nal, Kon-El | Conner Kent/Jess (Supergirl TV 2015)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Averted Crisis on Infinite Earths (CW DC TV Universe), Adorable Esme (Supergirl TV 2015), Ruby Arias has three awesome moms, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Esme has three awesome moms, Slow Burn, Slow Romance, Rekindled love

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