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fic: i'm still here [supergirl - kara danvers/lena luthor]

Title: I'm Still Here Fandom: Supergirl Characters/Pairing: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor Rating: T Word Count: 12970 Content warnings: Ghost AU Summary:

Are you depressed, anxious?

Are you lonely?

Do you need someone to talk to?

The living impaired are known for haunting us. My question is, what's haunting them? It's a lack of resolution.

Ghosts are simply spirits without resolution, with unfinished business. It's our job to find out what that is.

Luthor and Son. This week we’re in National City. But next week, boo knows?

Lena Luthor may not believe in the family business, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have to work. The last thing she expected when she arrived at the El Manor for a job was to find an actual ghost, a new best friend, and the love of her life, but strange things tend to happen around Halloween.

Notes: Written for the prompt "Ghost AU" for the Halloween event at @mfbingo

Read it on AO3 HERE or under the cut.

Are you depressed, anxious? Are you lonely? Do you need someone to talk to? No problem, if you're a ghost.

You can call them ghosts, if you like, or as I prefer, the living impaired. But the bottom line is, they need help sometimes. Just like the rest of us.

Lena Luthor rolled her eyes as she listened to Lex’s voice coming from the radio in her car. Living impaired.

“Living impaired,” she scoffed as she obediently took a left turn when her phone suggested it.

The living impaired are known for haunting us. My question is, what's haunting them? It's a lack of resolution. Ghosts are simply spirits without resolution, with unfinished business. It's our job to find out what that is.

Lillian’s voice filled Lena’s car. She’d tried to talk her mother and brother out of this ad but, as per usual, they hadn’t listened.

Luthor and Son. This week we’re in National City. But next week, boo knows?

“Oh for crying out loud. Boo knows!?”

The cheesy, terrible pun was honestly the least of her issues with this whole thing, but it still made her shudder with second hand embarrassment. Maybe first hand embarrassment. After all, she was the one driving a car with a “Luthor and Son” decal all over its side.

At twenty years old, Lena still wasn’t sure whether the family business was a scam or her mother and brother honestly believed there was such a thing as ghosts. What was worse, being raised by scammers, or by absolute nutcases?

She honestly couldn’t decide.

Either way, as usual, she was the one who had to go do what they liked to call “field work”. Luthor and Son were in National City giving their usual talks and conferences, but Lena Luthor (there was no Luthor and Daughter, coincidentally) was driving to an abandoned house several miles out of the city.

Her car announced an incoming call from Lex, and Lena accepted it with a sigh. She’d learned to take the path of least resistance when it came to Luthor and Son, for her own peace of mind.

“Are you in the house?”

“Not yet. Nearly there.”

“All right. Good.” A short, tight pause, and then, “Lena, you know this is our most important job. This is it. You can’t—“

“Mess it up. Yes, I understood the first seventy times, Lex.”

“You’re not taking it seriously.”

Lena sighed as quietly as she could manage. “I’m taking it very seriously.”

“Not seriously enough.”

“Maybe Luthor and Son themselves should’ve been the ones doing this job, then.”

The silence felt like it stretched for minutes until Lex finally spoke, voice dripping with badly hidden anger.

“Call me when you’re set up.”

The call ended just as Lena pulled into the driveway of the old El Manor.

As far as allegedly haunted houses went, Lena was pleased to see it looked at least structurally sound. It was an old victorian house, but it had only been abandoned for about a decade, which already made it one of the least decrepit places Lena would have stayed in because of her job.

And, believe her, she used the term “job” very loosely.

Well, it wasn’t as if she was part of the scam, she told herself as she started unloading all her equipment from her car. She never lied. Not once. She liked to think she even helped in her own way.

After all, people called them when they were terrified they were being attacked by ghosts. Lena got there, set up her equipment just like Lex had showed her, and waited for it to do absolutely nothing. She didn’t even pretend to be surprised when Lex’s patented ectoplasm detector remained silent. She just looked for the true source of whatever noises and paranormal events people were experiencing, and fixed it for them.

That’s not an old victorian child who died of the consumption, sir. Just a raccoon in your wall.

I’m afraid the whistle wasn’t your Great Aunt Myrtle’s beloved kettle, ma’am. You have tinnitus.

They all seemed relieved. Most of the time. Some people were oddly attached to the idea of having the tortured soul of a long-gone person haunting their plumbing. But, most people were relieved. They thanked her profusely and were happy to be rid of their irrational fears.

Luthor and Son were scammers, but Lena was not.

“Luthor, I presume.”

Lena gasped, startled by the unexpected presence of a woman in the living room she’d decided to use as her base of operations. She was a little bit older than Lena and looked at her in a way that made her feel like she was supposed to apologize for her very existence.

Not a new feeling, to be perfectly honest, but definitely unusual outside her family home.

“I’m Lena.” She bit back her last name like not speaking it out loud would make it disappear.

“Alex. Danvers.”

Oh. Well, that explained the barely concealed hostility. Alex Danvers — Jeremiah Danvers’s daughter — had been the one fighting Luthor and Son for the last ten years to keep them away from El Manor.

Now she really felt like she was supposed to apologize.

“I’m sorry. About your father.”

Jeremiah Danvers had disappeared in this very house ten years earlier along with his friends and colleagues, the Zor-Els. Lena had heard the story a million times before. Their work in the field of converting ectoplasm into sustainable energy. Their groundbreaking discoveries which were the basis for the equipment Lex had engineered. The tragic disappearance of the three scientists and the Zor-Els' young daughter.

If only Lena believed in ectoplasm, she would’ve been in awe of standing in the very same house where it all had happened. As it was, she was just sorry their delusions had left Alex fatherless.

“Right.” Alex’s eyes narrowed just enough to make Lena feel like the slightly older woman was not above physical violence, given even the slightest provocation. “Well. I’m the grounds keeper, as you know.”

Lena nodded. She honestly hadn’t been paying a lot of attention to the legal saga that was Luthor and Son vs. Alexandra Danvers, but she knew El Manor had been transferred to the City when the rightful owners had been presumed dead seven years after their disappearance. She knew for the next three years Alex had tried to keep the house in the City’s possession to protect it. And she knew the Luthor money had won in the end, so El Manor was now, as Lex had repeatedly pointed out, L Manor.

Hilarious, Lena was sure. You just had to be there.

The one part of the house they hadn’t been able to buy was a small house at the far end of the back garden where the Danvers family used to live. That had been inherited by Jeremiah’s daughter, who had been working as the grounds keeper for the last ten years.

“I live in the house out back. The one you don’t own?”

Lena wanted to clarify she technically owned nothing since she was neither the Luthor or the Son, but Alex didn’t seem like she was in the mood for a discussion on technicalities.

“Anyway. If you need anything…”

Lena had a feeling the sentence ended with ‘go fuck yourself’ in Alex’s mind.

“Right. Thank you.” Path of least resistance. Sometimes it was just easier to pretend you were a little bit dim.

Ask her how she knew.

***

Ten hours later, the living room had been completely taken over by Lena’s equipment. She could’ve called Lex right away and started letting the machines do nothing at all as usual, but she decided she deserved a break. Her favorite part of her job had always been getting to explore all the different houses she investigated.

And the gardens. Mostly the gardens.

Old houses always had the best gardens to get lost in, and Lena never missed a chance to do just that. El Manor would not be an exception.

It was a balmy summer evening, and the moon was already out when Lena walked out of the house and started walking along a winding gravel path. For a house with a working grounds keeper, the garden looked distinctly unkempt. But Lena liked it that way. A little bit wild. With personality. Nothing depressed her more than a manicured lawn.

“Hi.”

Lena gasped, bringing one hand to her chest as if that would stop her heart from beating right out of it.

“Jesus. What is wrong with you!?” Who snuck up on someone in a gloomy garden at night? Come on!

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Well thank God for that.” Lena couldn’t fully keep the sarcasm out of her voice. In her defense, she was still fighting an impending heart attack.

“Who are you?” she asked.

Lena looked at the young woman in front of her with a mixture of confusion and annoyance in her eyes. She was a bit taller than Lena, with long blond hair up in a ponytail and sensible glasses not much different from Lena’s. She looked around Lena’s age, and Lena would’ve told her to get out of her property if it hadn’t been for the disarmingly clear look in the girl’s blue eyes.

The pretty smile did not help.

“I’m Lena Luthor.” Recognition flashed in the girl’s eyes like someone had poured a drop of ink into a glass of crystal clear water. Lena straightened her back and pushed her own glasses up her nose. She had nothing to be ashamed of (technically). “And who are you, exactly?”

“Kara. Kara Danvers, I uh— Alex’s sister?”

Great. There were two of them. Lena was suddenly outnumbered by Danverses. Kara didn’t look quite as likely to resort to violence as her sister, but Lena was sure she’d at least cheer Alex on while she beat Lena up.

“Right. I guess you’re just as thrilled as she is that I’m here.”

Kara shrugged slightly. “Well I mean… you guys don’t have the best record? Scamming the living impaired and all.”

It was boarding school all over again. The Luthor freak whose family believed in ghosts.

“You may have noticed that’s Luthor and Son. And I’m neither.” She shook her head, disappointed to find out the beautiful girl with transparent blue eyes was just like everyone else. A shame. “I’m just a girl trying to do her best. That’s all.”

Kara looked like she was going to say something, but Lena walked away before she could get a single word out.

***

Lena was still glaring at her phone after talking to Lex the next morning when she heard a knock on the back door. She figured it had to be one of the Danvers sisters, and sighed as she braced herself for another round of mostly undeserved judgment.

Being a Luthor hadn’t been her choice, after all.

“Morning.”

Alex Danvers stood on the back porch as she delivered the driest greeting Lena could ever remember receiving. Fantastic start to her day. Lex, and now this.

“Hi. How can I help you.”

Lena’s tone wasn’t much friendlier than Alex’s. She figured she was entitled to a bit of broodiness of her own if she had to put up with this… bullshit, from both her family and theirs.

Alex Danvers looked down at her well-worn leather boots. And then up at the sky like she was asking God to grant her the strength to do… whatever she was there to do. And then, finally, she looked at Lena.

“You’ve met my sister. Kara.”

Cryptic. Very thematically appropriate, given the allegedly paranormal circumstances.

“I have. Briefly.”

“Right.”

Lena heard the tap-tap-tapping of her own left Converse shoe against the aged floorboards under her feet as her patience grew thin.

“Right,” Alex said again, and then made a sound that was halfway between a sigh and a grunt as she tackled the nearly insurmountable (apparently) effort of holding a mug out for Lena to take.

Lena had binged enough true crime podcasts to know not to take drinks from people who very likely had her name written down on a hit list somewhere.

“I don’t want that,” Lena said, perhaps a little too defensively.

“Oh for fucks sake,” Alex rolled her eyes, took one step forward, made Lena take one back, “don’t be a baby.”

“I’m not a baby. I’m also not a moron. I don’t take beverages from people who hate me.”

“It’s not from me. Why would I bring you coffee?” Lena chose to ignore the fact that Alex hadn’t denied she hated her.

“To poison me, obviously. Laxatives, at the very least.”

Alex let out a quiet ‘huh’ and looked at the mug like she was slightly disappointed she hadn’t thought of that herself. “No, but it’s not from me. It’s from Kara.”

“And that’s… somehow supposed to make me trust it?”

Alex looked genuinely confused. Like she couldn’t believe someone would even think Kara would be anything but completely trustworthy.

“Obviously.” Alex held the mug closer to Lena. “She’s Kara. She’d never make you crap your pants, that’s preposterous, if hilarious.”

Lena did not laugh.

“Listen. She said she felt bad for whatever happened last night between you two. I told her whatever she did you definitely deserved it, but she wouldn’t listen.” Alex shoved the mug towards Lena once again, and Lena finally took it. Path of least resistance. “Said she’s sorry. And please accept a coffee as a token of friendship.”

Lena looked into the mug of delightfully hot coffee and then up at Alex once again.

“Why did she send you?”

Alex shrugged. “She’s busy.”

“Oh.” Weird. “Okay.”

“Right. We’re done here.” Alex had already climbed down from the porch when she turned around to shoot Lena a warning look. “You better drink that, Luthor. Don’t disrespect Kara’s token of friendship.”

Lena took a sip, just to shut her up. And she made sure she was within running distance of a restroom at all times for the rest of the day.

***

“Zero,” Lena muttered, reading the little dial on the side of one of Lex’s beloved machines, “and zero again,” she went to another one, “and oh, won’t you look at that? Zero.”

No ectoplasm in the El Manor. Which would only be surprising if Lena believed in the stuff. But because she lived in the real world where things like ectoplasm and ghosts did not actually exis—

“Hi, Lena.”

“Jesus Christ, Kara!”

Lena turned around, heart once again galloping against her rib cage like it was trying to escape.

“Would it kill you to be a bit noisier? It’s like you just—“ Lena gestured in the general direction of the empty space between them, “appear, out of thin air.”

Kara laughed a little too hard, considering Lena wasn’t aware she was even making a joke.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Lena. Appear out of thin air. As if.”

“What are you doing inside?” Lena was aware the Danvers sisters lived in the property, but the house wasn’t theirs. Lena was entitled to some sort of privacy, right? Personal space, and all that?

Kara shrugged, ignoring the question completely. “I hope you liked your coffee.”

Lena considered insisting for just a moment, and then decided she didn’t actually mind Kara being there. She seemed kind, for a Danvers. Certainly kind in comparison with the other Danvers in the vicinity of this house.

“I did. Thank you.” Some kind of ancestral sense of manners kicked in then, and Lena reached for the first edible thing she could find. “Kale chips?”

Kara looked downright offended.

“No. No, thank you.” She shook her head. “Not hungry.”

“More for me,” Lena said, popping one into her mouth. If Kara couldn’t appreciate the finer things in life, that was certainly not Lena’s problem. And with that established, she went back to making sure all machines — as expected — marked big fat zeros on their dials.

“I’m sorry about last night,” Kara said eventually, “I shouldn’t have assumed you were…”

Like them. A Luthor. At home she’d always been treated differently — reminded that her failure to perform what was expected of her as a Luthor made her unworthy of the name. But out in the real world, where that would have been an asset, she was very rarely given the chance to prove that she really wasn’t one of them.

She’d always been stuck. In-between. Not a Luthor, but not not a Luthor, either. Stuck.

“It was a fair assumption. Can’t exactly blame you.”

“Still,” Kara said, and her voice was so soft it made Lena want to cry, “I should’ve given you a chance.”

Lena nodded, but she made sure her eyes didn’t meet Kara’s, just in case the blonde could read anything in them.

“Lena? Wanna start over?”

Lena checked off the last zero of the night and looked at Kara. At the bright, clear eyes and the pretty smile. And she sighed.

“I’m Lena Luthor,” she said with something close to a smile on her lips, “and who exactly are you?”

***

A week into her stay at El Manor, Lena had stopped complaining every time she talked to Lex.

The equipment remained, unsurprisingly, completely silent. No ectoplasm to be found. No readings to report. But Lex wanted her to stay there. This was it, after all. The job. She had to stay until he was absolutely certain every single cubic millimeter of the space within the walls of the old Victorian house had been analyzed.

Why he expected to find a microscopic ghost, Lena didn’t know. And, frankly, she didn’t care.

Her cold (for now, she feared) war with Alex Danvers had reached a sort of equilibrium where Alex brought her breakfast every morning at Kara’s request, and in exchange Lena smirked when one of Alex’s verbal attacks managed to hit her funny bone.

Alex was, as it turned out, a funny — yet grumpy — lady.

And every night, Kara showed up. Lena knew to expect her right around sunset, so she very rarely got startled by her these days.

And three weeks after her arrival at the manor, Lena surprised herself by feeling at home within its walls.

And even outside its walls. Which is why Lena was currently out on the terrace on top of the roof, feeling the chilly late summer night air on her cheeks while she kept warm with a blanket wrapped tightly around herself.

“What are you doing up here?”

Kara’s appearances no longer put Lena on the edge of a heart attack, but she’d be lying if she said being around Kara had no effect on her heart.

It beat just a little bit faster. A little bit louder. A little off-rhythm.

“No clouds at all. You can see every single star.” Lena figured that was enough of an explanation, and she patted the spot next to her as she unwrapped the blanket to offer Kara half of it.

“I’m okay. I run hot,” Kara said, accepting the seat but not the blanket.

“It’s your turn,” Lena said as soon as Kara had taken her seat, “you start tonight.”

Kara hummed as she thought of a question to ask. They’d started an ongoing game of 20 questions that had turned into close to 200 by now, but neither of them seemed too willing to stop.

“What’s your favorite food?”

Lena chuckled, something lazy and a little distracted as she tried to focus on looking at the stars instead of the girl next to her. “You’ve asked me that at least ten times already.”

“I’m hoping you’ll develop good taste at some point.”

Lena rolled her eyes with a smile. “Creamy kale pesto pasta is amazing, I don’t care what you say.”

“Hopeless. You’re hopeless.”

“Okay, Madam Potsticker. Do you really think you’re in a position to be snobby about food tastes?”

“Do not disrespect potstickers.”

Lena chuckled and looked up at the stars once again. “My turn,” she said, “What’s the thing you hate the most in the world?”

Kara thought for a long time, which was unusual. Normally she answered quickly with whatever popped into her mind.

“The fact that it’s been so long since I’ve had potstickers I can hardly remember how they taste?”

There was something in her tone. Lena didn’t think she knew Kara well enough to read it, but she could feel it simmering right below the surface.

“What about you? The thing you hate the most?”

Lena could have answered that question in many different ways, but she chose to follow Kara’s lead and go for the safest option.

“When I’m in a rush and can’t find my keys.”

Kara giggled quietly, and when Lena stole a glance she saw she was looking up at the stars. She looked particularly beautiful like this, relaxed and happy in the moonlight, and Lena settled into the comfortable silence between them without any trouble.

“I love the stars,” Kara finally said, voice soft and a little airy, almost like she wasn’t really there. “When I was younger I wanted to be an astronaut.”

There was that feeling again — the feeling of something Lena couldn’t see or name right under the surface of Kara’s words — but this time Lena felt it like a small wave of sadness crashing at her feet.

“I’m glad you stayed on Earth.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Lena saw Kara’s hand move just an inch towards Lena’s. If she simply stretched her pinky finger, she could touch Kara’s skin for the very first time.

She was about to do it when Kara moved her hand away, and Lena swore she saw a hint of pink on the bridge of Kara’s nose.

***

“Fuck.”

Lena walked out of the office she’d been using as a makeshift bedroom, pulling her hair up into a messy bun as she scanned the living room for the twentieth time. Sticking to the bottom floor of the manor had been an excellent call, because if she’d had to run up and down the stairs instead of simply rushing in and out of the office she probably would’ve lost her mind by now.

“So goddamn late.” Her morning coffee sat untouched by the back door where she’d abandoned as soon as Alex had left, and Lena hopped on one foot and then the other as she tried to put on her shoes while still looking over every surface in the room.

Stupid keys. Stupid fucking keys. Where the hell were th—

Her frantic movements stilled immediately as she heard a sound she couldn’t immediately recognize. When Lena looked in the direction of it, she saw a pen rolling across a coffee table and then falling on the floor.

Since when did pens roll off flat, level surfaces on their own?

“Maybe there are ghosts after all.” Lena’s voice dripped with sarcasm as she crouched down next to the coffee table to get the pen and saw… her keys. Right there on the floor, almost completely hidden by the couch.

“Huh.” Lena placed the pen back on the table, flung her messenger bag over her shoulder and made a beeline for the front door. “Thank you, Casper. I owe you one.”

***

The first night Kara didn’t show up, Lena was on the roof. It was a moonless night, dark and quiet, easily the coldest since she’d arrived at the manor.

There was a sort of excitement crackling under Lena’s skin like a live wire. She was going to take a step. Cross a line. She was going to let Kara know she thought about her when they were apart. And if something else happened as a result? If they crossed another line or two or more?

Well — Lena smiled at the take-away containers neatly set up next to her blanket on the floor — she wasn’t going to complain about that.

Lena waited until just after midnight before giving up and walking downstairs. She sat in front of the television and ate reheated potstickers for two, and by the time she went to bed she’d changed her mind on the appropriateness of crossing lines.

***

Two weeks later, for the sixty-second time in a row, Lena wrote down a neat, round little zero next to each of the parameters Lex’s machines were supposed to measure.

Zero ectoplasm. Shocking, she was sure.

But she wasn’t complaining. She liked El Manor, even if she only really used the ground floor and the roof. She loved the garden in all its wild, defiant glory.

She loved seeing Kara nearly every single night.

Which is why, when the sun went down and the first stars started being visible in the night sky, Lena cut her garden walk short to head back home. Kara would be there any second, and the last thing Lena wanted was for her to think she’d gone out without her.

She didn’t usually go anywhere near the little house at the end of the garden. She and Alex were mostly civil these days, all thanks to Kara, but she still wouldn’t put it past her to do bodily damage if she felt like Lena was in her turf.

But that night Lena had gotten a bit disoriented among the tall grass and overgrown bushes, and she’d found herself walking right along the side of the little cottage on her way back home. And that’s when she heard it.

Kara’s voice, coming from the open window.

“I can’t. I can’t— I can’t tell her, Alex.” There was an anguish in Kara’s voice that made Lena feel like someone was squeezing her heart in their fist. “I just can’t.”

“Then you have to stop. No— Kara, look at me. You have to stop seeing her. Stop letting her see you. Because she’s going to figure it out.”

“She won’t—“

“She will, Kara. She will figure it out, and it’s gonna be even worse.”

There was a long silence, heavy with things Lena couldn’t even name, and when Kara spoke again there were tears in her voice.

“I can’t stop seeing her. I can’t. Don’t ask me to do that.”

Lena heard an exasperated sigh. She hoped Alex was holding Kara. Drying her tears. Making her stop hurting for whoever they were talking about.

“She’s a Luthor, Kara. Have you forgotten?”

Oh.

“She’s different.”

“Kara—“

“No. No! You don’t understand, Alex. You don’t know her like I do. You don’t see her like I do.”

Lena heard Kara stop talking to sniffle, and she covered her own mouth so no sound would come out as she felt the first tears start to fall.

“She’s— I trust her, Alex. She’s not like them. She’s not like anyone else.”

Another silence. Even more tense than the last one.

“If you trust her, why can’t you tell her?”

Lena held her breath. If Kara trusted her, why couldn’t she tell her… whatever they were talking about?

“I just—“ Kara let out a quiet sob, “I don’t know what I’d do if she hated me.”

Lena heard another sigh. Softer this time. And when Alex spoke again, her voice sounded gentler than Lena thought possible from the older Danvers sister.

“Oh, Kara.”

Kara was still crying when Lena ran back home.

***

Kara didn’t show up that night, but the routine was re-established the night after that.

There was nothing different about Kara, at least on the surface. But Lena kept thinking of a secret she was supposed to know, but didn’t. A secret Kara couldn’t — wouldn’t — share. A secret that could potentially make her hate Kara.

But over the last few days since she’d heard the conversation between Kara and Alex, Lena had thought about it almost constantly, and she’d come to a conclusion: there was nothing — absolutely nothing — Kara could tell her that would make Lena hate her.

“Remind me the name of that one?” Kara pointed up at the stars from her spot next to Lena on the roof.

Lena followed Kara’s gaze towards the starry sky. “That’s Lacerta. The—“

“Lizard,” Kara finished for her, “I remember.”

Kara loved the stars, and she loved listening to Lena share trivia and little facts about them. Lena had started reading up on astronomy during the day just so she’d have things to share with Kara at night.

And once again, she realized there was nothing Kara could say to make Lena hate her. Because Lena— well. Lena felt things. For Kara. The kind of things you don’t forget because of someone’s deep, dark secrets.

And because Kara couldn’t exactly bring up the subject without admitting she’d been eavesdropping, she decided to do the next best thing. She’d let Kara see a little bit of how she felt. Give her a hint.

Even if it had to be a tiny one.

Taking in a trembling breath, Lena moved her hand along the floor until it was right next to Kara’s, and then gently, slowly, stretched her pinky finger to touch… Nothing.

Lena frowned slightly. Had she miscalculated her move? She was so glad Kara hadn’t noticed, because this was on the same level of embarrassing as those scenes in movies where the boy yawns to put his arm around the girl at the cinema and whacks her in the face instead.

So she decided to try again, but this time she wasn’t going to go in blind. She looked down at their hands just to see how much she’d have to move to reach Kara’s, and—

Lena couldn’t say anything. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t think, she couldn’t do anything, because what she was seeing with her own two eyes was her pinky finger in Kara’s hand.

As in, her pinky had gone through Kara’s hand. Kara’s hand that looked distinctly translucent now that Lena’s finger was in it.

It took her a few seconds to react, and when she did it was by scrambling to her feet and taking two steps backwards.

“What— what the fuck, Kara?”

“What?” Kara seemed confused at first, following Lena’s gaze to her hand (which looked normal again) and clearly not seeing what was happening. And then. Then, Kara looked at Lena’s face, into Lena’s eyes, and Lena could tell the exact moment Kara realized what she was seeing in them wasn’t hatred. It was fear.

“Lena. Lena, please, I can— I can explain.” Kara was on her feet now, pleading, taking one step forward for each one Lena took back. “Please don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what, Kara? Like you’re—“ The word tasted bitter at the back of Lena’s mouth. Bitter and impossible but real and like it would infect everything else in Lena’s world. “A ghost!?”

“Lena…”

“I’ve been— God, I’ve been here all this time, feeling so guilty about my family bothering you and Alex. So… unworthy of you.” Lena felt her eyes burn with tears, but she refused to let them fall. “And you knew. You knew they were right and you didn’t— you let me keep feeling that way!?”

“Lena, please. Please just listen—“

“No!”

Kara flinched like Lena’s voice had physically hit her.

“No. You’ve had— you had plenty of chances to tell me. I would’ve listened any other time.” Lena shook her head. “I can’t even look at you right now.”

The last thing Lena heard before slamming the office door shut was a quiet ‘Lena, please’.

***

Twelve hours had not been enough to process her feelings about what had happened on the roof.

Lena stood in the shower, letting the warm water fall over her like rain, picturing the darkness in her head washing off her and running down the drain.

Sadly, she was well aware it didn’t work that way.

She felt… betrayed. All her life she’d been an outsider in her own home, always set aside. She was the other child. Not Lex. The other one. Her age hadn’t hit double digits yet the first time she noticed a conversation between Lillian and Lex abruptly ending when Lena walked into the room.

She’d thought Kara was different. She thought Kara saw her differently — trusted her enough to let her in. But she’d been wrong. Just like Alex, Kara saw her as an outsider. A Luthor, even if the Luthors didn’t see her as one. Someone who couldn’t be trusted — not fully, anyway.

Lena stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself. When she walked past the mirror, she saw a message on the fogged-up glass.

Roof tonight?

Lena pressed her palm on the mirror and wiped the message away.

***

Lena went up to the roof anyway.

Two hours after sunset, just to make it clear was still angry. Still hurt. Still not okay.

Kara wasn’t there when Lena walked out on the terrace. At least not visibly. When she saw her appear out of thin air for the first time, Lena couldn’t help the way she gasped and took a step back.

The look in Kara’s eyes when she saw she’d scared her made her want to cry.

“My name is Kara Zor-El.”

“Zor-El. As in—“

“Yes.” Kara nodded. “My parents— Jeremiah and my parents discovered a way to turn ectoplasm into a clean, renewable energy source. They thought—“

“I know. I know the science.” Lena shook her head. She’d been hearing about the goddamn Danvers-Zor-El experiments for years. “And I’m using that word very loosely.”

It suddenly dawned on her that the fact that Kara existed — that Kara was a ghost -- meant everything else she’d always thought was nonsense may very well be true.

“My family has been trying to pick up where yours left off,” Lena said, “I always thought it was ridiculous. Pseudo-science at best. But if it isn’t…”

God. What if it wasn’t? “It could make the world a better place.” When Kara was a little girl, she wanted to be an astronaut. Lena had always wanted to make the world a little bit better.

Kara nodded. “I was thirteen when the accident happened. They thought they’d found a way to gather ectoplasm, but they accidentally— they crossed us over. They only had enough power to send one of us back so they sent me, but I— well. I got stuck.”

“Stuck?”

Kara reached for a leaf on the ivy climbing up the wall, and Lena watched Kara’s hand go through it without disturbing it at all. “Stuck. In between.”

“So you’re not…” Lena couldn’t bring herself to say the word out loud.

“Dead?” Kara said bluntly, like she’d been practicing. “No. No, I’m not dead.”

“Just in between,” Lena said, a little thoughtfully, like she fully understood what it all meant.

“Just in between.”

Lena closed her eyes just to be able to focus on her thoughts. The experiments, the notes her mother and brother had made her read over and over again. It was all real. All true. Ectoplasm existed, even if, for whatever reason, Lex’s machines couldn’t detect it. Maybe Kara was different. Maybe they were all just slightly off on their calculations.

“Lena?”

Kara’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts. “You’re the Zor-El girl,” she finally said, like that was the most important detail in this whole mess, “so you’ve been… like this for—“

“Ten years.”

Ten years. Ten years in between, whatever that meant. Ten years in which Kara had aged, evidently, because she looked twenty-three and not thirteen. And out of all the questions she could ask — all the questions her scientific mind could come up with — Lena could only come up with one.

“Why. Why didn’t you tell me?”

Kara looked down like she was gathering her thoughts. Like she couldn’t quite meet Lena’s eyes. If you asked Lena, she deserved to feel at least a little bit ashamed.

“All that equipment. The commercials about the living impaired. Your family fighting Alex in court all this time to get access to the house…” Kara shook her head and finally looked up, “I thought I’d lose you, Lena. If you knew who I really am. What I really am.”

Lena let out a quiet, bitter little scoff. “So after all this time, you really think that’s all I am. Just another Luthor. Someone to keep at an arm’s length.”

“No!” Kara took a step towards Lena, and Lena surprised herself by not stepping back. “No. Lena. You’re so much more than that. You mean so much more than that. What I feel for you—“ she shook her head, “I would never push you away. I could never give up on this. Never.”

Lena set her jaw. “Then why,” her voice came out strained from the sheer effort of holding back her tears, “did you think I would?”

Lena watched Kara struggle to find something to say for six heartbeats before she turned around and went down to her room.

***

Kara appeared in Lena’s kitchen two nights later, while Lena was in the middle of doing the dishes.

“You didn’t show up last night,” Lena said as a greeting, her back still to Kara.

“There was no moon.”

Lena finished washing up and used the time to think about what Kara had just said. What it meant. What it implied. It wasn’t necessarily easy to wrap her head around a reality where ghosts existed, let alone trying to understand all their rules and idiosyncrasies.

“Is that why you only come at night?” Lena turned around and leaned her back against the counter, wiping her hands dry on a small tea towel. “You need the moon?”

Kara nodded. “I’m here during the day, too. I’m always here. You just can’t see me. Or hear me.”

“So the moon— the moon makes you… visible?”

“If I want to be. I can stay hidden away.”

Lena savored the implication in Kara’s words. The acknowledgment that Kara had had a choice in all this. She let Lena see her because she wanted to. She could’ve simply stayed away, but she didn’t.

“Was it you? Did you help me find my keys the other day?”

Kara smiled, something small and almost hesitant, like she was scared if she showed any emotion other than remorse Lena may shut her off again. Lena felt like someone had turned on the light in her heart.

“You said you hated losing them.”

Lena nodded and let out a sigh. “I do. I really do.”

For the first time, the silence between them felt uncomfortably thick.

“I’m so sorry, Lena.” Kara took a step forward. “I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you. I wasn’t brave enough and I’m so sorry.”

Lena looked at the damp tea towel in her hands for a moment. She was at a crossroads, she figured. She could wallow in self-pity. In the very real feelings of betrayal and rejection and anger swirling around in her stomach. She could let them fester there for weeks and months and years until she either got over them or Kara stopped caring enough to keep apologizing.

Or. She could acknowledge the feelings and rise above. Prove Kara wrong and herself right. Accept that there really was nothing Kara could do to make Lena hate her.

“You hurt me.”

“I know,” Kara whispered, voice just a little watery. “I know I did.”

Lena took in a deep breath and let it out in a slow, steady stream. She could never hate Kara Danvers. Or Kara Zor-El. Not in this reality, and not in whatever in-between parallel dimension she inhabited.

“So. Can you leave?” Lena asked, “Can you go away?”

Kara wiped a couple of stray tears rolling down her cheeks and smiled even though Lena could tell she was trying not to. She understood, didn’t she? She understood Lena could never give up on this.

“Not too far. I can go to Alex’s. Maybe a couple steps down the street.”

“No, I mean— can you go fully… well, away. Into… the beyond?” Lena didn’t even have the vocabulary to talk about this whole new reality Kara had opened her eyes to.

Kara was kind enough not to laugh at her as she shook her head. “I’m stuck.”

“Forever?” Thinking about forever without ever holding Kara’s hand made something ache deep inside Lena’s chest.

“I don’t know. I don’t think so.” Kara shrugged slightly, and it became clear to Lena, in that moment, just how far ahead Kara was in her understanding of all this just by virtue of having had ten years to wrap her mind around it. She talked about it like it was nothing — like it was no more extraordinary than the weather or the phases of the moon.

“I do age. So I kind of— I assume I’ll die, eventually. And just cross over like everyone else.”

Lena mulled over the words and their meaning in silence for a moment. “That’s a bit morbid.”

“Well. I am a ghost. Morbid comes with the territory.”

“Right.” Lena wrapped her fingers tighter around the tea towel just to keep herself from doing something as unspeakably stupid as trying to touch Kara. “Can you feel? Physically, I mean.”

“Not in the strictest sense of the word.”

Lena hesitated for a moment. Tightened her grip on the towel until her knuckles went white. And then took two steps forward and traced a line down the back of Kara’s hand, from her wrist to the tip of her middle finger.

It felt like nothing, and it felt like everything.

“Did you feel it?”

Kara’s eyes had fluttered closed, and she swallowed before she looked at Lena. “Not— I mean yes. Just not in the same way I would out there. It’s— different.”

“Can I feel you? Can you let me feel you?” Maybe it worked like being seen. Maybe Kara could control it.

But Kara shook her head. “During the day, maybe. Kinda. I can touch things.”

“Like the mirror?”

“Yeah. So maybe.”

Lena nodded. Maybe was better than no. Maybe was much better than never.

“Well, and then there’s Halloween.”

Lena stopped looking at her hand to meet Kara’s gaze. “I’m sorry. Halloween?” Now that crossed the line. Up until now Lena had kept an open mind, but that was a bit much for her suspension of disbelief.

“Don’t you know the story? All Hallow’s Eve? Samhain? When the portal between both worlds opens and—

“You’re kidding, right? You’re not actually expecting me to believe it’s all true.”

Kara shrugged. “Maybe not all of it. But I can cross over on Halloween. Just for the night.” Kara smiled, and Lena shook her head in disbelief. “I eat potstickers and get hugs.”

Kara was looking at her with those eyes of hers, and Lena couldn’t see a single hint of mockery in them. Kara was telling the truth. Somehow, this was reality. And Kara would be able to cross over on Halloween.

“And you’ll feel it if I touch you?”

Kara nodded. “Just for the night.”

Lena did her very best to maintain her poker face, but something told her she wasn’t being completely successful. “And if someone kissed you. Would you feel that?”

A dusting of pink appeared across Kara’s cheeks.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’d feel that, too.”

***

Ever since she’d found out about Kara, Lena spent most of her time in the library. A month ago she’d have said most of the antique books in there were nothing more than old wives’ tales, but now…

Well. Now she was willing to give them the benefit of the doubt.

As usual, Lena walked towards one of the floor to ceiling bookcases and picked a book at random. She hadn’t read enough about this whole new side of reality to get a feeling for which things related to which, so she was taking a more… eclectic approach to her research.

As soon as Lena opened the book, the pages flipped on their own.

“Oh, you’re here. Good morning to you, too.”

Lena looked up from the book when she heard a distinct, rhythmic tap-tap-tapping on a nearby shelf. When she looked at it, she saw one of the books slide ever so slightly backwards until it was visibly misaligned with the rest.

“What is this, literature recs from the beyond?” Lena smirked and grabbed the offered book. “Very seasonally appropriate for October, I must say.”

Pages flipped on their own once again, but this time it felt like there was a purpose behind it. On a particular page, the pages stopped turning and Lena heard that tap-tap-tap once again.

“Every nineteenth year,” she read out loud, “a full moon shines on Samhain, and the portal fully opens. Oh, and it comes with a chart, too. Handy.” Lena followed the lines on the chart until she reached the number she’d been looking for. “This year. There’ll be a full moon on Halloween this year.”

Lena looked at the empty space in front of her. Having a conversation was so much easier when she could at least see the expression on Kara’s face.

“Okay. I have no idea what this all means. The portal fully opens? I thought that happened every year.” She shook her head. “What does it mean, Kara?”

Tap-tap-tap.

Lena turned around. The sound hadn’t come from the book or the bookcases. “Kara?”

Tap-tap-tap

The window.

Lena walked over just in time to see the first letter appear on the condensation on the glass.

“You what?”

I’ll stay.

***

“Haven’t you eaten anything all day?”

Lena figured the sun had set, but only because she could hear Kara’s voice. She’d been reading up on the Halloween full moon situation since morning.

“Not hungry.”

“That’s because you eat goat food. I wouldn’t be hungry either if leaves were on the menu.”

Lena rolled her eyes, but there was no keeping the smile off her face once she actually looked at Kara.

“What does it mean?” Lena figured she didn’t need to provide context. “You’ll stay where?”

“Here. There. With you.” Kara’s cheeks immediately turned a beautiful shade of pink. “I mean— you know. On that side. Which you are in.”

Here. With her.

“Not just for the night?”

Kara shook her head. Lena felt her own cheeks warm up.

“Okay. That’s— that’s good. That’s good news.”

“So will you help?”

“Me?” Lena could barely comprehend the situation, how on earth was she supposed to help? “How?”

“Alex and I— we have some of my parents’ and Jeremiah’s old notes. But they’re incomplete, and—“

“I have them. I have the rest. In the lab.”

Maybe that would be how Lena Luthor could make the world a little bit better. Helping put Kara Zor-El back in it.

***

The visit to the Luthor lab had been quick and uneventful. Luthor and Son were touring nearby college campuses giving talks about the living impaired and how to help them, and they were more than happy to leave Lena to watch the equipment and keep registering zeros every day.

Whatever Lex thought he’d built, it was clearly not working if it couldn’t detect Kara at all.

For the next two weeks, all Lena did was study. She went over Jeremiah and the Zor-El’s notes, modified some of Lex’s equipment, tried to make sense of physics that didn’t follow the rules Lena knew like the back of her hand.

Tap-tap-tap.

“Morning, Kara.”

A strand of hair had gotten loose from the bun on top of her head, and Lena felt it swish against her neck as if someone had blown on it.

“You do know I’m working on helping you cross over, yes?” Lena tried to sound stern, but the smile on her face betrayed her.

A round metallic piece fell off her desk and hit the floor with a sound that was far too rhythmic for it to have been a coincidence. And then it started rolling across the floor.

“Are you serious?” Lena chuckled and stood up, following Kara (it felt a bit less ridiculous to think she was following Kara than to think she was being led by a piece of metal) towards the stairs.

Tap-tap-tap.

“Up? All right. This better be quick, though. I was about to make a breakthrough.”

Lena hadn’t really explored the top floors of the manor yet. She’d stuck to the ground floor for living and the garden and roof for exploration and stargazing, respectively. The two floors in between were a mystery to her.

But not to Kara.

Lena followed the taps on the wall along a hallway until she was standing in front of a door with a red and blue “K” painted on it.

“Was this your room?”

She took the knock on the door as a yes and walked inside.

The room looked dusty, but not like it’d been abandoned for ten years. She figured Alex had been keeping it somewhat presentable for the last decade. There were yellowing posters on the walls, all of them related to space. Planets and constellations and galaxies everywhere. There were discolored spots on the walls where Lena was sure glow-in-the-dark stars had been stuck for years.

“It feels yours,” Lena finally said, “It really does.”

The lamp on a vanity flickered on and off. Lena smiled at the sight of what was meant to be a spot for Kara to start experimenting with make-up and curling irons being covered in science fiction novels and comic books instead.

Kara tapped on the chair, and Lena obediently sat down.

There was a quiet sound. Like wind chimes, maybe, but softer. Lena couldn’t figure it out until she noticed a golden chain dangling from a hook on the side of the mirror. Kara made it swing and make the metallic little sound once again.

Lena took the chain in her hand and looked at the two pendants on it. A golden K, and the Big Dipper with a small blue crystal on the North Star. It reminded her of the color of Kara’s eyes.

“Ursa Major,” Lena said as she traced the lines connecting the golden stars, “they’re beautiful, Kara.”

And then.

Lena felt Kara. It was unlike anything else she’d felt before, but it was her. One fingertip. Two, maybe. Drawing a painfully slow line around Lena’s neck.

For a moment, Lena forgot how to breathe.

“Y— you want me to put it on?”

Lena placed the delicate chain around her neck and carefully fastened it in place.

She felt Kara’s finger tracing the chain, and the touch — for lack of a better word — echoed all over her body.

And then, just as she was still trying to make her pulse go back to normal, she saw the mirror on the vanity fog up like someone had breathed on it.

Happy 21.

“Is that today?” Lena looked at her watch. October 24th. She was twenty one years old. One year closer to being able to access her trust fund and say goodbye to Luthor and Son. But she had much better things to focus on today.

“One week,” she said, and she wished she could see Kara’s face, “and I’ll thank you in the flesh.”

***

The night before Halloween, Lena didn’t sleep.

She stayed up with Kara, huddled under a blanket under the stars and talking about them. About life after Halloween. About togetherness.

“Sun will be up soon,” Kara said in a whisper.

“I wish you didn’t have to go.”

“Last time.” Kara smiled, already starting to fade. “Tomorrow night I’ll stay forever.

“I like that word. Forever.”

“Most people find it daunting.”

“Most people don’t even know what it means.” Lena sighed, but knowing she was mere hours away from finally having Kara — really having her with her — made her heart feel light. “I’ll finish reading your parents’ notes today. We’ll be ready to go by sunset.”

Kara nodded. When she spoke, it sounded like her voice came from far away. “I know I’m in good hands.”

“What are you looking forward to the most for tonight?” Lena knew she was just trying to make these last moments together last a little bit longer. “Potstickers?”

Kara chuckled nearly silently and shook her head. Lena watched her fully fade as she leaned in, and felt Kara’s cool breath on her lips.

“I think—“ Lena sighed and hesitated for only a second. After tonight, she’d never be with Kara without seeing her again, and some things were simply easier to say when you couldn’t look into the other person’s eyes. “I think I’m in love with you.”

***

Lena spent the rest of the day hiding away in her favorite corner of the garden, going over the last of the Zor-Els’ notes.

It was a secluded little spot. She figured it wouldn’t have been this peaceful with a more traditional approach to gardening, but Alex’s chaotic neutral style meant the vegetation around it had turned into a natural hideyhole of sorts.

Lena’s mother — her mother, not Lillian — had always called her a library mouse. She had a certain affinity for burrows of all kinds, especially when she had to read.

She’d made Kara promise to stay away. Lena loved hearing the little tap-tap-tapping that told her Kara was around, but she couldn’t afford the luxury of getting distracted. She had to finish reading up on the process of getting her back before the sun set. She had to get it all exactly right, because nineteen years would be too long a wait. Nineteen years was an unthinkably long time to wait.

So Lena focused on her work. She triple checked her math in her head and on paper. She would run the same calculations through her laptop later, of course, but in her experience computers weren’t much more accurate than she was when it came to math. Still, it couldn’t hurt. She looked at the diagrams on the page, noted little adjustments Kara’s parents had made to the original design. Tried to figure out what, exactly, had made it all go wrong.

And then.

Then everything changed. In a split second. In the tiny fraction of a second it took for her to turn a page.

Suddenly the handwriting changed. It wasn’t Astra Zor-El’s neat, no-frills cursive or her husband’s more angular print. It was—

Lex. It was Lex’s tight, rushed, barely readable handwriting. She must’ve accidentally grabbed some of his papers when she took the Zor-Els’. And for a moment the feeling of something being terribly wrong overwhelmed Lena so much she couldn’t even read.

But she did, eventually. She read. She skimmed, if she was being perfectly honest, heart beating faster with each word as her reality shifted once again and she discovered yet another secret that had been built and maintained around her.

Lex knew. Lillian knew. They knew about Kara. The equipment — they had the real data streamed to their lab directly while they kept Lena busy recording zeros and keeping the machines in perfect working condition. Ectoplasm was real and its energetic potential nearly endless, and Lena felt a wave of nausea hit as she kept flipping pages and saw the rest Lex and Lillian’s plan: revolutionizing the arms industry.

An image of a bomb with her name stenciled on its side flashed through her mind, and the only reason Lena didn’t throw up right then and there was she’d been too busy reading to eat.

And then it hit her.

Kara.

Kara was the key. Kara who was in between and could open the portal that would allow them to harvest all the ectoplasm they could ever need. Kara who — according to Lex’s notes — could be a source of ectoplasm herself. Kara who could be harvested.

“KARA!”

Lena shoved the papers off her lap and started running back towards the house. It was still early afternoon and the moon wouldn’t be out for hours. God, she hoped Kara would hear.

“Kara! Don’t— don’t cross over! It’s a trap!” Lena reached the back porch panting, barely able to get her voice out and wishing she’d given sports more than a passing glance over the years. “Kara!”

Lena opened the back door and walked inside, looking around at every glass surface where Kara could conceivably leave any kind of sign that she was there. That she could hear her.

“Kara, please! Can you hear me? Don’t cross over tonight. Whatever you do— I’ll wait.” It took Lena a moment to register there were tears running down her cheeks. “I’ll wait, baby, please just— stay put and—“

Lena’s eyes rounded in surprise as she noticed a handbag that was very much not her own resting on the coffee table in the middle of the living room.

“No,” she whispered once she recognized it as Lillian’s and realized she may very well be too late, “Kara! Stay away, Kara, plea—“

She didn’t hear steps behind her. Maybe if she’d been less hyper focused on warning Kara, she would’ve noticed someone behind her and could have gotten away.

But the first thing Lena noticed was the damp cloth against her nose and mouth that smelled like the waiting room of a hospital, and then the sting of a needle in her arm.

And by then, it was too late.

***

Lena woke up with a pounding headache, a sore throat, and so thirsty she felt like she could resort to physical violence for a glass of water.

Her brain felt like a sponge.

Like a dry sponge.

As she slowly returned to consciousness, more and more of her muscles made themselves felt.

It took her a while to fully process her surroundings and realize she was on a cold tile floor.

On the cold tile floor of the bathroom.

In El Manor.

Kara.

“Kara,” Lena choked out, voice hoarse from all the yelling she’d done the day before. Had it been the day before? How long had she been out? Bits and pieces of the situation started filling up her brain as she struggled to get up.

Lillian. Lex. Kara.

“Kara?” Her voice quivered. Had she crossed over? Had they taken her? Was she gone?

Forever didn’t seem like such a good word right now.

“Kara, are you here?” It was light outside. Even if Kara was there, she wouldn’t be able to answer. “Kara, please. Just— just be okay.”

Tap.

Lena turned her head so fast towards the mirror that she felt a little dizzy.

“Kara?”

Tap-tap-tap.

And then a cloud of fog on the surface of the mirror, like a breath, and Lena watched through the tears in her eyes as a little heart-shaped doodle appeared on the glass.

“Kara,” Lena breathed out.

She decided nineteen years were nothing in the grand scheme of things.

***

Lena spent the next October 31st decorating the house. She spared a thought or two for Lex and Lillian — Luthor and Son — on the anniversary of their disappearance in the same tragic circumstances that had once taken Jeremiah Danvers and the Zor-Els, but she quickly decided her mental energy was better spent on something else.

She’d never been big on holidays, but she knew Kara liked a bit of festive flair, so the El Manor was a cornucopia of pumpkin-themed decorations.

Over the ornate arch that separated the living room — now free of machinery — from the kitchen, she carefully painted the numbers from one to nineteen.

Loud groups of trick-or-treaters ohhed and ahhed at the old El Manor as they walked up the path to the front door. Lena pretended she didn’t see when little hands double-dipped into the bowl full of candy while she complimented plastic Iron Men and lopsided witch hats.

The last pieces of candy were gone before the sun had fully set, and Lena busied herself with setting a table for two (no kale, just potstickers) until it got dark outside. And then she felt her.

She felt her.

“Happy Halloween.”

Kara’s voice sounded different. More real. Lena leaned backwards and felt the solid strength of Kara’s body against her back, and she had to take a moment to breathe through the sudden need to cry.

She turned around slowly, looked into Kara’s eyes, and was delighted to see they looked exactly the same on this side. Still bright blue and transparent and clear.

Lena pressed the palm of her hand to the left of Kara’s sternum and closed her eyes for a moment until she felt the thump-thump-thumping of Kara’s heart against her hand. If she had any musical talent, she would write at least a dozen songs to its beat.

“You’re tall,” Lena finally said, taking a step closer to press herself flush against Kara.

Kara pressed a lingering kiss to Lena’s forehead. To the bridge and then the tip of her nose. “I’ve always been tall.”

“You feel taller in the flesh.”

Kara smiled against the wet, salty skin of Lena’s cheek.

“I feel like I should apologize in advance. I hear first kisses can be a bit clumsy.”

It took a second for Lena to understand what Kara meant. Not just the first kiss between them. Her first kiss ever. Because she got stuck at thirteen and, Lena figured, there were no homecoming dances in the beyond.

“Well. Practice makes perfect,” Lena teased, feeling Kara’s heart beat faster as the taller woman leaned in, “no shame in learning a new skill.”

Their first kiss was a bit clumsy. A bit too hesitant, a bit too nervous, a bit too much teeth because of their smiles.

The second was slightly better.

The sixth was cut short when Kara saw the potstickers, and the seventh landed on Lena’s cheek because she turned her head with a shriek to dodge Kara’s potsticker-covered lips.

Lena had lost count when Kara pressed her up against the wall halfway up the stairs and kissed her until her knees were weak and her body humming with a year’s worth of waiting.

In the middle of the night, Lena wrapped a soft sheet around her naked body and sneaked out of bed to go downstairs. She stood on her tiptoes to reach the top of the arch between the living room and the kitchen and used the same paintbrush she’d used to paint the numbers to cross out the first one.

“Eighteen to go.”

***

The house smelled like burnt pumpkin bread (hey, at least they tried), the cinnamon candle Lena had lit to try and get rid of that first smell, and them.

Kara didn’t own any t-shirts, technically, but she’d mentioned seeing Lena wear one of them as one of those silly romantic fantasies from her teenage years. Lena had had to enlist Alex’s help to track down a large t-shirt from the high school Kara was set to attend after the summer when she got stuck in between two worlds, but it had been worth it.

Kara had blushed every single time she’d seen Lena in it, from her last birthday until Halloween.

Even now, in the middle of her 3AM potsticker break, Kara’s cheeks glowed pink when Lena walked into the kitchen. Best purchase ever.

“Wanna do the honors?” Lena asked, offering Kara a small jar of orange paint and a brush.

Kara popped the last potsticker into her mouth and hummed an affirmative reply as she walked out of the kitchen through the arch and looked at the numbers on top of it.

Carefully, almost reverently, Kara crossed out number five.

“Fourteen to go,” Lena said, arms winding around Kara’s waist to pull herself as close as she possibly could. She found her favorite spot against Kara’s side, nose resting against Kara’s neck so she could breathe her in, and committed this feeling to memory. Just a little while longer, and then another year without this.

Two hours later, as they laid in bed in silence, Kara stopped drawing idle patterns on Lena’s naked back to speak.

“Baby?”

“Mhmm?” There was absolutely no way Lena would fall asleep before the sun came up and Kara went away. But she was so relaxed her voice came out quiet and soft.

“I’m so sorry.”

Lena shook her head. She stretched out on the bed, making sure Kara saw just how much of an effort it was for Lena to even move after the night they’d spent together. Everyone liked an ego boost once in a while, right?

“What could you possibly,” Lena let out a content hum, “be sorry for?”

“I’m just—“ Kara let out a quiet sigh, “I’m sorry I can only give you one night a year.”

Lena rolled onto her back so she could look Kara in the eye. She was wholly unprepared for the sadness she saw shining through.

“Kara Zor-El,” Lena said, voice steady and firm, “you give me so much more than that. You give me everything.”

When Lena sat up and kissed her, she realized it was the very first time she’d felt Kara’s tears.

“I’m in love with you every single day. Listen to me, Kara,” Lena cupped Kara’s cheeks with her hands, “you make me happy every. Single. Day.” Lena wiped Kara’s tears away with the pads of her thumbs and waited until watery blue eyes looked up at her. “The one night a year is just…” Lena’s voice trailed off as she tried to find the right metaphor.

“Confetti?” Kara offered.

Lena let out a quiet chuckle. If Kara was going to quote the shows they binge-watched at her, there were worse ones to pick, she figured.

“Yeah.” Lena nodded and kissed Kara’s lips for good measure. “Just confetti.”

***

Lena looked up at the numbers above the arch, wet paint dripping slightly where she’d crossed out number ten. She took in a deep breath and allowed herself a moment to bask in the feeling of being more than halfway done.

Ten years gone, nine to go.

Walking up and down the stairs was more of a chore at thirty-one than it had been at twenty-one, but Alex had warned her things didn’t truly start going downhill until thirty-five. Lena chose to believe this was already rock bottom, just for her own peace of mind.

Quietly, Lena walked to the end of the hallway, to the room with the K on the door. She leaned against the door frame and simply looked at the scene in front of her for a little while. Kara, solid and here, messy hair up in a ponytail and blue eyes so full of love Lena needed to take a moment to breathe through the sudden rush of tears.

“Haven’t you picked her up yet?”

Kara didn’t look away from the baby in the crib. She just shook her head and kept watching her sleep. Lena couldn’t blame her, really. In her own scientific opinion, their daughter was awe-inspiring. A true work of art from her long dark eyelashes to her pouty pink lips.

“She won’t mind, you know. If you wake her up. It is a special occasion.”

It took Kara another minute or two to finally make up her mind. Slowly, carefully, oh-so-gently, Kara slid one hand under the baby’s fuzzy little head and another under her body and lifted her up and out of the crib.

“She’s so small. Lena.” Kara still couldn’t tear her eyes away from the baby, and Lena watched as she shifted her in her arms until she was comfortable once again. “She’s so small.”

Kara’s voice was full of awe and emotion, and Lena decided there was no need to comment on the fact that their daughter had more than doubled her birth weight in the three months she’d been in the world.

She could be proud of her daughter’s clearly above-average growing skills at some other time.

The little girl in Kara’s arms stirred awake, and Kara offered her pointer finger for a tiny fist to wrap around. Lena heard a quiet sniffle and wrapped her arms around Kara’s waist, pressing a kiss to her shoulder blade.

“Hi, Luna,” Kara cooed, voice watery with tears, when round, dark blue eyes looked up at her, “sorry it took me a while to pick you up.”

Lena kissed the top of their daughter’s head. This, she decided. Making Luna. Making this family. This was how she’d made the world a better place.

***

“You have got to be kidding me right now.”

Lena, arms akimbo, watched in abject horror as her wife (they’d decided several years earlier that they didn’t need anyone’s signature to get married) and daughter stuffed their faces with candy and potstickers in front of the TV.

“Popsticker?” Luna offered, holding a half-eaten dumpling in Lena’s direction as she rummaged through the candy pile.

“Who are you people?” Lena sat on Kara’s lap anyway, and accepted a candy corn flavored kiss.

“Your mommy eats leaves, Lulu,” Kara chuckled when Lena lightly smacked her arm, “can’t expect her to know culinary brilliance when she sees it.”

“Oh!” Luna’s blue eyes rounded along with her mouth as she clearly remembered something important. “We gotta bake the cookies for school!”

The bake sale was two days away, but it was so rare for a school thing to land on Halloween so Kara could participate that Lena didn’t even think about questioning it.

“Are you sure you want Mom to help us, Lu?” Lena smiled when her daughter practically leapt into Kara’s arms the second they got off the couch. “She may wanna put potstickers in the dough.”

“Please focus on saving the planet and leave the cuisine to the experts.” Kara winked at Lena before pressing a kiss to her lips. And then another one.

El Corp — stylized as L Corp, because Lena had a sense of humor — had revolutionized the world. Lena had found the mistake in Jeremiah and the Zor-Els’ experiments and managed to find a sustainable, renewable, completely clean source of energy. But she still thought her family was her contribution to making the world a better place.

On the fourth kiss, Luna stuck her little hand between her mothers’ faces.

“Cookies, please!”

Lena winked at Kara. There was officially no bedtime on Halloween, but she knew Luna well enough to know she’d be out like a light before midnight, and then she’d get Kara to herself.

Kara was about to cross the arch into the kitchen when she stopped and took a step back. “Wanna cross out a number, Lu?”

Lena handed her daughter one of the million pieces of crayon that seemed to appear out of thin air all over the house, and watched as she crossed out number fifteen while Kara held her up.

“How many to go?” Kara asked.

Luna very seriously, very carefully, touched the numbers one by one. “Four!” She announced, clearly proud of herself, showing Kara four fingers in one of her hands before extending her thumb as well. “That’s one less than me, ‘cause I’m five.”

Kara nodded. “Four. That’s not a lot.”

Lena pressed a kiss to Kara’s cheek as she walked into the kitchen. “Four’s nothing at all.”

***

“Luna Zor-El!” Lena called out from outside the car. She hoped the neighbors wouldn't mind her raising her voice after sunset for once. The front door of the house was open, but her daughter was — of course — nowhere to be seen. “I’m gonna leave without you, and I’m not the one in the play!”

“Please don’t rush Dancing Pumpkin Number Five. She’s going to carry the weight of the show on her shoulders and needs to be prepared.” Kara appeared at the open door and gave Lena a mock disapproving look.

It took only three more minutes for Luna to finally emerge from the house, orange tutu bouncing with each step she took to climb down from the front porch.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” she said with a tone that put the fear of teenage years to come in Lena’s heart. She couldn’t remember being sarcastic at nine years old. But she couldn’t focus on that for too long, because she suddenly noticed Luna was holding out a cupcake and a (poorly) wrapped box.

“From me and mom,” Luna explained, “cause we love you.”

“And…” Kara prodded.

“Oh! And cause it’s your birthday.”

“Well, thank you very much.” Lena took a bite of the (strawberry cheesecake) cupcake and then handed it back to Luna so she could use both hands to unwrap the little box.

“Aunt Alex took me to the store since Mom’s stuck till Halloween.”

“Very kind of your aunt,” Lena said, glancing at her daughter only to see her stuff the rest of the cupcake in her mouth. Kara’s influence clearly was not deterred by not living in the same dimension.

It didn’t take long to peel the too-small paper off the little box, and Lena blinked back tears as soon as she opened it. A little golden charm in the shape of the number nineteen.

“It’s for your necklace,” Luna reached up to tap the golden chain around her mother’s neck, “Aunt Alex said if we push you into the lake you’ll go fwoop—“ she made a dramatic downward motion with her hand, “— straight to the bottom at this point.”

“Again, Luna, your aunt is so very kind.” Lena shook her head, a smirk on her face. If she was being perfectly honest, her little golden chain had gotten a bit heavier over the years. There was the letter K, and the Big Dipper. A full moon Kara got her for her 25th birthday, and a crescent moon she got for their daughter. And now, number nineteen.

“I love it,” Lena sniffled and wiped away a stray tear, “thank you. Both of you. Best present ever.”

Lena leaned down to give her daughter a tight hug, and grinned when Luna pressed a loud kiss to her cheek.

“Another one for me, please, Lu,” Kara said, and the little girl rolled her eyes as she delivered a second kiss.

“Okay, come on!” Luna climbed into the car and onto her booster seat. “We’re gonna be late!”

Lena nodded, but she made no move to follow her daughter into the car. Not yet. The golden number nineteen shone in the moonlight as she held it on the palm of her hand.

“You gonna put that in with the rest?” Kara traced the chain with her fingertip, and Lena felt nothing and everything all at once.

She shook her head. “No. You can do it on Halloween.”

Kara nodded once. “Happy 40th, baby.”

It wasn’t always easy, this whole thing. Even nineteen years in, sometimes it was just… it was just hard. Painful. Sometimes not being able to touch Kara felt like not being able to breathe.

And Kara always, always knew when it was one of those times. Lena was convinced she saw it in her eyes.

“One week,” Kara whispered, “just one more week. And then—“

“Forever.”

Kara smiled at her, and the pain faded just enough to be able to keep going. “Yeah. Forever.”

Lena winked at her wife and climbed into the driver’s seat.

“I want everything on tape, okay?” Kara said from the driveway as Lena started the engine.

“Always.” Their daughter’s entire life outside the El Manor had been painstakingly documented by Lena over the years.

But only for one more week.

***

The sun was already up in the sky when Lena stirred awake.

She stretched her arms up above her head and wiggled her toes under the covers, feeling joints crack here and there as she forced them awake.

Forty. Lena missed being thirty-one and thinking getting a little winded after climbing up the stairs would be the height of her decrepitude.

Letting out a grunt at the effort of actually moving her body this early in the morning, Lena rolled onto her side and glanced at the alarm clock on her bedside table.

7:23 AM

And then, underneath,

Nov 1st

November first.

Lena didn’t roll over right away. She took a second to breathe in and out, look down at the red and purplish marks scattered on her body that proved Kara had been there — really been there — last night.

Her fingertips traced the charms on the golden chain around her neck. The K and the Big Dipper. The full moon. The crescent. She really had met Kara. She’d turned twenty five with her and they’d had Luna. And then, number nineteen.

Nineteen years, and it was November first.

And once she’d made herself believe it really had happened, she finally rolled onto her other side.

And Kara was still there.

She’d never seen her in the morning light, and Lena stared for a moment, at the soft blond hair shining in the cold November sunshine and the thin lines she’d seen appear on Kara’s face year by year.

She gently traced the long lines of Kara’s fingers and watched the way her skin seemed to glow in the morning sun.

And then she kissed her awake. She’d never done that before, and Lena could taste the salt of her own tears in each kiss.

Kara’s eyes were even more beautiful in the sun.

“Hey,” Kara said, and it took her a second to realize what was happening. The first thing she did was trace Lena’s bottom lip with her fingertips, like she wanted to make sure she really could touch her. She really could feel.

“I’m still here.” Kara looked at Lena with blue eyes full of wonder, like a part of her never fully believed this day would come. Lena knew that feeling very well.

“Say it,” Lena said eventually, after a long stretch of silence. They’d talked about this. About the things they’d never gotten to do or say. About the one thing Lena had never heard Kara say.

Kara let out a watery chuckle, kissed her, and whispered against Lena’s lips.

“Good morning, my love.”

#supercorp #fanfiction #supergirl fic #supercorp fanfic #mf bingo #mf halloween bingo #my fic

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sapphireginger · 7 months

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Title: Paw Patrol - Chapter #15

Summary:

The twins cheered and urged Nia to come with them. She followed, still confused but after a glance at her daddy who smiled reassuringly, Nia ran to catch up with the twins, the three of them sneaking behind a tree. “What are they up to?” Peter asked Stiles. Said man grinned and tossed Peter a wink. “You’ll see.” Not even five minutes later, two little tiger cubs came tumbling out from behind the tree and to Peter’s utter shock—“Pup?” he whispered. The little wolf pup woofed and let out a little howl before running over to her daddy. She licked at his face and pawed at his chest.

Prompt: Mating

Warnings:

None

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Steter [Stiles Stilinski + Peter Hale]

Word Count: 2,668

@mfbingo

It was safe to say that after a week or two or well maybe a week or three, that both dads felt more at ease about their relationship blossoming. Peter decided that instead of picking something solely for Stiles as his gift of court, he would choose something for all three of the Stilinskis.

That was how all five of them ended up in the park on a sunny but cool Saturday afternoon with plans to go swimming after they ate. They had a picnic with so many goodies to munch on. They all settled on a blue and red picnic blanket that Peter had chosen after Nia told him Cas adored blue and Reyn adored red. If the way Stiles’s scent shifted to pleased was any indication, then the wolf had done well.

Peter puffed out his chest in pride, preening at the way Stiles smiled and didn’t care one bit that he made the other man laugh with the action. He’d give anything to hear that laugh again for the rest of his life.

“Daddy?” Reyn said. He and Cas were barely able to sit still with how excited they were.

Stiles quirked a brow and waited until they settled. “Yes?”

Cas smiled sweetly. “Can we show Nia?”

“Pleaaaaaaase?” they pleaded.

Nia perked up, her nose scrunching up and glanced at Stiles. “Show me what, Mr. Tinski?”

With a soft sigh and a fond smile, Stiles nodded. “Go ahead.” His eyes briefly flashed, and Peter felt a sense of calm settle over them as well as a layer of magic, but he wasn’t the least bit afraid. Stiles was definitely powerful and not to be underestimated but Peter did not fear him like he had before.

“What are they up to?” Peter asked Stiles.

Said man grinned and tossed Peter a wink. “You’ll see.”

Not even five minutes later, two little tiger cubs came tumbling out from behind the tree and to Peter’s utter shock—“Pup?” he whispered.

The little wolf pup woofed and let out a little howl before running over to her daddy. She licked at his face and pawed at his chest.

Peter couldn’t hold back his tears. “H-How?”

Stiles smiled softly and cleared his throat, making Peter glance over at him. The tiger spark’s cheeks were pink, and his scent had an undercurrent of nerves to it. “I-I thought I would offer it as a gift. I know that it’s special and I hope I didn’t overstep.”

The wolf started to cry and shook his head. “No. No, not at all.” He watched the wolf pup, watched his daughter, tumble off of his lap and scramble to play with the twins. He sighed wistfully, wishing he himself could still shift but he hadn’t done so in years.

Perhaps Stiles read his mind or maybe he had already intended to offer such a thing but between one moment and the next, Peter felt his body tense and then it seemed to liquify before he found himself standing on four legs instead of two.

A soft rumble reached the wolf’s ears and when he looked over to where Stiles had been sitting, he was shocked to see a tiger instead. The rumble grew louder but Peter knew it was more of a purr. Slowly he walked over to the other supe, unaware that the three little ones had stopped to watch.

After a cautious scenting, the two adults smiled and relaxed. Then, Stiles decided to grace Peter with a lick from his snout to his ears. The wolf huffed and narrowed his eyes before pouncing. They rolled around together, play fighting as easy as breathing, eliciting two small roars and a soft howl before the kids joined in.

If anyone had been able to see the five supes they would’ve found themselves gazing upon two cubs, a wolf pup, an alpha wolf and a tiger spark playing as one big family in their full shifts. It was indeed a sight to behold and neither adult could believe they got to have this after all they had lost. Now that they had it though, they would hold tight to it with everything they had.

✶ 🐺 🐾 ❤︎ 🐾 🐯 ✶

Though the day at the park had been Peter’s idea and his gift, Stiles had offered a small gift as well. Therefore, when Stiles revealed that his gift would be a sleepover and movie night, Peter made sure he had something to offer as well. He liked the idea of a joint gifting just as much as a single gifting.

After a little convincing, the dads agreed to the movies chosen by the kids. After all, they didn’t really mind what movie they watched as long as they got to watch it together, as long as they got to watch it as a family.

Thus, they all curled up together and watched both versions of the Parent Trap. They started with the Hayley Mills version that was released in 1961 and then watched the Lindsay Lohan version that was released in 1998.

About halfway through the first movie, Peter and Stiles noticed that their kids were acting a little odd but didn’t think much of it until the same thing occurred halfway through the second movie.

“All right,” Stiles said. “What’s going on with you three?”

The twins shrugged and then Reyn pointed to the tv where Annie and Hallie were going over details about their houses. “We tried to do that.”

Cas nodded. “And that.”

“That too!” Nia said with a smile.

Peter and Stiles exchanged a confused look, the wolf fixing his kid and the twins with a quirked brow. “What do you mean?”

The twins quickly averted their gazes, sipped at their apple juice and were suddenly way more invested in the movie.

“Cubs?” Stiles chided softly.

Unsurprisingly, Nia piped up and said, “We were gonna trap you, Mr. Tinski. We wanted to trap you with daddy like Susan and Sharon and Hallie and Annie did with their mommy and daddy.” She then munched on some popcorn, her focus once more on the movie.

After exchanging a quick look with each other, Peter immediately texted Cora and Stiles immediately texted Lydia.

[Stiles] What did you do? [Peter] Really Cora dear?

A notification appeared for both men and they realized the girls had added them to a group chat. Of course, they named it too and it brought a bright pink blush to both Stiles and Peter’s cheeks.

Parent Trapped Idiots in Love [Cora] Really really, Uncle Peter. Sorry not sorry. [Lydia] I did what would’ve taken you another decade to do, Stiles. Though honestly it wasn’t us exactly who came up with this. [Cora] Indeed. Those Twinskis came up with the general idea and little Nia decided on the name.

The twins and Nia watched and giggled as their daddies blushed an even darker shade of red. Cas took pity on their daddies and hurried to the bedroom to grab their secret research notes. She came back with a small but thick notebook and placed it on Peter’s lap.

Watching their daddies open the book was painstakingly hard to do patiently but the twins each grabbed one of Nia’s hands and squeezed.

“Would you like to do the honors?” Stiles asked, gesturing to the book.

Peter smiled and laced his fingers with Stiles’s own. “Together?”

Stiles grinned and bit his lip as he nodded. “Together.”

With their linked fingers, they opened the notebook and began to read. As they turned each page, both Peter and Stiles got to see themselves through the eyes of their children.

Daddy is brave and gives the best hugs. He reads us bedtime stories and always does the voices. He sings to us when we're sad and kisses our foreheads every night. He taught us how to be strong, brave and tells us just how much he loves us. Mr. Hale makes our daddy smile. He gives us piggyback rides and made us our favorite cake for our birthday. He protects us just like daddy protects us. Mr. Hale makes daddy happy and though he loves our daddy and wants to make daddy his mate, we are just as important to him, and he makes sure to never lets us forget it. We love Mr. Hale and want him to be our daddy too. Our daddy deserves to be happy and so does he.

Both Stiles and Peter had to brush away tears that were now slipping down their cheeks, but they kept reading as they got to Nia’s entries.

My daddy is brave, smart, sarcastic, funny and protective. He shows me every day that no matter what you face, you can always overcome it. He fought hard to be the daddy he tells me I deserve, and I hope he knows he's always been the best daddy a pup could ask for. He's never let me down. Even though he sometimes drinks the last of the milk or eats my candy, I still love him. He's my daddy and I'm his pup. We're pack. We're family and I know no matter what happens, I'll always have my daddy, and know he'll always be there for me. Mr. Tinski brought light into our life and made my daddy preen and laugh. He gave daddy hope that he could love and be loved by a mate. When I had a panic attack, Mr. Tinski didn't hesitate to step in and comfort me. He smells good too and I know that he will keep me safe as if I was his pup too. Because of how happy he makes my daddy and because after watching the twinskis I know he's a good daddy too, I want Mr. Tinski and daddy to be mates.

Every page that they turned brought more warmth to their hearts and tears to their eyes. The next page was a joint entry from all three kids.

There will be good days when we get pancakes, cuddles and laugh a lot. There will be bad days when we're late for school, don't talk for hours and cry a lot. But together as a family, a pack, a pride, together as one unit, we will overcome it. So, we've decided to help our daddies be mates. Auntie Liddy and Cora said they could lock our daddies in a closet until they kiss and make up, but we think we have a better idea. Then again, we believe that our daddies will figure it out themselves because that's who they are. Our daddy has never looked at anyone like he looks at Mr. Hale. My daddy has never looked at anyone like he looks at Mr. Tinski. So, even if they have bad breath, stinky feet, laugh loudly, snort, leave their towels on the ground, don't let us stay up late, put us in timeout, make us eat broccoli, forget to buy groceries or any other stuff like that, we don't care because at the end of the day, they are our daddies, and we wouldn't want them any other way. We love you! Love Nia, Cas, and Reyn Your Pup & Your Cubs. 🐾 🐾 🐾

✶ 🐺 🐾 ❤︎ 🐾 🐯 ✶

“Oh, my goddess,” Stiles whispered, choking on the lump of emotion in his throat and Peter wasn't faring much better. The wolf and tiger spark looked at their kids, looked at each other and in that moment, they knew this was forever. They had already known it but in this moment, they fully acknowledged it. They could see it in each other’s eyes, feel it in their souls and without hesitation they kissed. It was a soft thing, a promise and a declaration all at once.

They pulled away and were graced with cheers from the three kids who started to sing.

“YOU’RE WELCOOOOOOOOOME!!!”

✶ 🐺 🐾 ❤︎ 🐾 🐯 ✶

The following weekend, Stiles and Peter decided to take the kids to the zoo for their first official outing as a family. While they were there, Nia noticed something about the tour that confused her. So, during a break, while Peter took the twins to get snacks for everyone, Nia stayed with Stiles and gently tugged his hand.

“Mr. Tinski?”

“Yes, kiddo?”

Nia bit her lip and mumbled something too soft for even were ears to catch.

Stiles caught her scent, and it was worrying enough that he slowly squatted down in front of her. “What is it, sweetheart?”

“Um well I had a question.”

“I love questions.”

Nia scrunched her nose and smiled softly. “Well, um the guide lady said that a group of lions is called a pride, a group of wolves is a pack b-but when she said the word about a group of tigers I got confused.”

Stiles tilted his head and then stilled. “Ambush.”

“Yeah,” Nia whispered. “That’s what she said but you say pride and you’re very smart. Why did she say the wrong name?”

A heavy weight settled in Stiles’s chest. “Well, she didn’t say the wrong name, sweetheart. A group of tigers is called an ambush but when I lost someone very important to me it was because of a Hunter ambush. I couldn’t use that term anymore after that.”

Nia searched his face and frowned slightly, her expression sad and way too knowing for an almost seven year old. “Cas and Reyn’s mommy?”

Stiles teared up and nodded. “Yeah.”

With a soft whine, Nia threw her arms around his neck and scented him fiercely. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, Nia.”

The little pup pulled back and shook her head. “It’s okay not to be okay, Mr. Tinski. Daddy still hurts right here,” she placed her palm over Stiles’s heart. “When he thinks about Auntie Lia and Cousin Laura. You lost your mate and that’s like losing your heart. That’s what daddy said.”

Stiles nodded sadly. “It’ll always hurt but I’m going to tell you what I told your daddy. Okay?”

“‘Kay.”

As he spoke, Stiles fixed her braid. “Even though I will always love her, my heart has room for you and your daddy.”

Nia perked up and wiggled excitedly but tried not to get too worked up. “Really?! That means that you’re gonna love daddy and me?!”

Stiles met Peter’s gaze over her shoulder and smiled. “I already do.”

✶ 🐺 🐾 ❤︎ 🐾 🐯 ✶

Sporting mating bites high on their necks, the two mates returned from two and a half months away to three very unhappy kiddos. However, once Cas, Reyn and Nia saw the bites they were ecstatic. Congratulations were given all around with a promise to get together as a pack, as a pride, to get together as a family next weekend. They decided to keep another bit of news to themselves for now, though they knew they wouldn’t be able to do so for long.

Peter kept subtly placing his hand on Stiles’s stomach when he thought no one was looking, though Stiles was pretty sure the wolf didn’t care who was watching. He just kept rumbling happily and nuzzling at the tiger spark’s mating bite. Despite no outward change, the wolf couldn’t wait to meet their children, and neither could his mate.

They found out that they were having three girls and one boy and had already decided what to name their little ones. They chose Novalee Talia Stilinski-Hale for the first girl, Laura Claudia Stilinski-Hale for the second girl, Petra Naomi Stilinski-Hale for the third girl and Dubeaux Noah Stilinski-Hale for the boy. In doing so, this would be a way to honor the ones they had loved and lost, making sure they were never forgotten. They had a bright future ahead of them full of endless possibilities. While they would never forget the past, they would no longer let it keep them from the future and oh what a future it would be.

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hunnybadgerv · 2 years

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Hello! Here is your MF Bingo card. Remember to follow the rules and I can only change it twice before the bingo card will have to be remade all over. If you have any questions, feel free to drop me an ask. If you have any prompts you would like to add to the prompts list then make sure to drop them in the Prompt Submission Form. Don’t forget to join the Discord Server and if you post on AO3 then don’t forget to add it to the MF Bingo collection. Starting from the top left:

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mblue-art · 29 days

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You didn't get a SINGLE bingo smh. /lh

Now would you be willing to consider Strawberry Nightmare Bingo? 👀

😤

oh. mmy gof. hahha wow would you look at that, anon

#ask #mblue talks #character bingo #ask game #mblue art #strawberry!nightmare #snm asks #mf's smug bc HE'S the one that got a bingo

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praetorqueenreyna · 10 months

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If the fic request are still going I'm sending two feel free to pick. One bed Tamcien or runaway bride Neris. Need the otps being cute

I did Neris, and WOW IT WAS FUN!!! Beware, lots of bat boy bashing ahead!

Stupid. Stupid. You’re a stupid idiot. Nesta berated herself. Her hand was clutched around her third glass of beer. She was pointedly ignoring the fact that everybody was staring at her. Even in this random dive bar in Velaris, everybody recognized Nesta Archeron, Lady Death, sister of the Cursebreaker.

It certainly didn’t help that she was in an elaborate wedding dress with a train that dragged halfway to the door.

She was so fucking stupid. She had known that she didn’t want to marry Cassian. Not now, not ever. The crumbs of kindness he gave her did nothing to fill the empty well of loneliness that was her heart. Did nothing to make up for the fact that he put Rhysand and Azriel and Feyre and fucking Morrigan before her, every time. The sex had been good enough to trick herself into thinking that she could eventually love him. Or that she could make him love her.

It hadn’t been until her own wedding, standing at the back of the aisle, that she had come to accept the truth. She saw Cassian at the end, smug and dominant, his gaze licking lecherously up and down her body. She saw Rhysand and Feyre, Azriel and Elain, also waiting to greet her. The sisters she once would have given her life for, reshaped into shadows of their former selves by their arrogant husbands. That was her future, she realized then and only then. The only way for Cassian to love her would be to destroy herself until she was nothing but a docile pet.

She ran.

Now she sat in a bar, drinking herself into oblivion. She finished her beer and gestured for another one. The bartender frowned, holding out a hand for payment. She hadn’t paid for anything yet, and he was concerned she was going to run out on the tab. Without a second thought, she plucked the comically large diamond ring from her left hand and dropped it on the counter. A new drink appeared in front of her between one blink and the next.

“I told you that you were wasted at the Night Court.” A clear voice spoke from her left. Nesta didn’t have to move her head an inch to know that it was Eris.

“Congratulations, you were right,” she spat with no real venom. The years of self-delusion weighed on her.

The scrape of the barstool against the floor and a whiff of cologne told Nesta that Eris had pulled up a seat next to her. He smelled nice, she thought dispassionately. Like jasmine, and coffee beans. She waited for the taunts and jeers, for his slick tongue to remind her of how foolish she had been.

“I should kill him.”

“What?” Nesta looked over, and to her surprise Eris wasn’t languidly leaning on the bartop, smirking. His shoulders were hunched, his entire body tense. Without needing to be asked, the bartender slid a shot of a bright green liquid to him. The scent of it was enough to make Nesta’s eyes water, but Eris swallowed the whole thing without a grimace.

“I should kill him. For what he’s done to you.”

“What are you even doing here?” His words made no sense. Nobody was ever punished for what they did to her.

“I was at the wedding.” At Nesta’s shocked expression, his mouth curled up into a grin. “You didn’t know?”

“No.”

Eris shrugged. “I’m guessing Rhysand wanted me there as a political maneuver. Or Cassian wanted me there to gloat.”

“So why did you come?”

“To see if you were really stupid enough to marry him.”

“I’m not in the mood for whatever this is.” Nesta stood up to leave, but Eris stopped her. If he had grabbed her forearm, the way that Cassian always did, she would have shaken him off. But his hand wrapped around her fingers, holding them just tight enough for her to sense his urgency, but not so tight she couldn’t pull herself away.

“You deserve better than him. Not because of his heritage, but because he’s a brute who needed to control you. He wanted you to be his, when any male with half a brain would be bowing at your feet in gratitude to be considered yours.”

Nesta could only stare in shocked silence. The way that Eris fumbled his words betrayed that speaking like this was new to him. Embarrassed, he let go of her hand. “Anyway…I’ll leave you to your newly single life.”

“Wait!” This time it was Nesta who stopped him. He turned back, some unnamed emotion that might have been hope glimmering in his eyes. “Can you stay? Drinking alone is bad enough. Drinking alone in a wedding dress is worse.”

“Yes.” He sat back down, close enough that Nesta could feel the heat of his body through the satin gown. “I’ll stay.”

#acotar #nesta archeron #eris vanserra #neris #nesta/eris #acotar bingo #IN CASE YALL CAN'T TELL I'M NOT DOING THESE IN ORDER #or at least not the order I received them lmao #ANYWAY I hate cassian and eris is a smooth mf #eris said 'I want that crazy bitch to be my wife'#and he was RIGHT

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jane Foster & Darcy Lewis Characters: Darcy Lewis, Jane Foster (Marvel) Additional Tags: Djinni & Genies, Alternate Universe - Genie/Djinn, Monsters, Darcy Lewis is a genie, Jane Foster & Darcy Lewis Friendship, Mythology References Series: Part 52 of Bingo Bonanza, Part 2 of My Other Ride Is A Coke Bottle Summary:

"Well, of course I went to school, Jane. You don’t think I was born knowing how to do magic and alter reality do you?" “I don’t know,” Jane protested. “It’s not something I’ve ever really thought about. I’ve never needed to think about it before this!” “Well, I wasn’t.” Darcy pouted a little, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “I had to learn it, just like you learn to walk and talk and weave and milk the goats and all those other little domestic things you need to know to survive.”

Darcy agrees to be Jane’s intern, which leads to summer classes and crime. Probably.

Bingo info under the cut

Title: Can You Install WiFi In A Coke Bottle

Squares Filled: Darcy Lewis Mini Bingo, Weekly Writing Challenge: Supernatural Boarding School Week Darcy Lewis Mini Bingo, Queen of Halloween Card: A3, Ottoman Empire Jane Foster Bingo Card: O2, Einstein-Rosen Bridge Any Fandom Fluff Bingo: G2, Campfire Marvel Fluff Bingo: O1, Magic AU Multi Fandom Bingo: B2, Domestic

Author: ibelieveinturtles Pairing: Darcy Lewis & Jane Foster Rating: G Warnings: N/A Summary: "Well, of course I went to school, Jane. You don’t think I was born knowing how to do magic and alter reality do you?"

“I don’t know,” Jane protested. “It’s not something I’ve ever really thought about. I’ve never needed to think about it before this!” “Well, I wasn’t.” Darcy pouted a little, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “I had to learn it, just like you learn to walk and talk and weave and milk the goats and all those other little domestic things you need to know to survive.”

Darcy agrees to be Jane’s intern, which leads to summer classes and crime. Probably.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42230670

#Genie!Darcy #darcy lewis #jane foster #darcy lewis bingo headquarters #jane foster bingo #marvel fluff bingo #any fandom fluff bingo #mf bingo

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idabbleincrazy · 1 year

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Best Laid Plans: Christmas in the Cascades (A Secret-verse future!fic)

Fandom: Angel (Buffyverse)

Rating: E

Pairing: Spangel (Will/Liam)

Word Count: 2908

Warnings: PWP, human au, fluff, smut, rimming, brief fingering, anal, topping from the bottom, est. d/s, sub!Angel, bottom!Angel, pain kink, nipple kink, praise kink, nipple play, degradation kink, fluff, blow job, deep thrroating, throat fucking, come swallowing, masturbation, coming on command, come feeding, switch!Spike, future fic

Summary: Will and Liam's Christmas vacation does not start the way they planned.

A/N: written for @mfbingo Christmas edition for the square "I can keep you warm".

This was not the White Christmas in the Cascade Mountain Range William had been planning for the last three weeks. He'd planned for a week of fun and relaxation, driving the twenty minutes into town for a dinner or two…that he made reservations for…ice skating, and shopping at quaint little shops in the artsy district, you know, all the silly little touristy stuff couples do on vacation. Now, they were stuck having to waylay all their plans and start from scratch. If the snow ever lightened up.

"Bloody hell! Stupid sodding weathermen not doin' their bloody job right. Supposed to just be a light snowfall, not a bloody blizzard!"

William and Liam hurried down the driveway into the cabin, Liam stomping his feet at the door to knock the snow off his boots before heading inside. He cast a wry smirk at Will as the blonde tossed his suitcase on the couch and kicked his boots off, careless of the puddle that would form from the melting snow.

"Will, it's fine, really."

"'S not fine, it's bloody freezing. And we're trapped out here now till the roads open back up. We were supposed to get here four hours ago so we could head into town for supplies after unpackin'. Now the shops are bloody closed until the day after tomorrow."

"We've got enough food in the truck for the next couple days, and the manager already said they stocked up on the standard stuff. We'll make do, okay?" Liam snagged William's hand as he trudged by and pulled him into an embrace, wrapping his arms around the slim waist and nuzzled into his neck. Feeling Will shudder lightly, he trailed his nose up along his throat, his voice lowering as he whispered into his ear. "And as for the temperature, I'm pretty sure I can keep you warm."

William let out a low groan, and pulled away, his eyes darkening with lust as they traveled over Liam's body.

"I'm going to get a fire going, an' I want you naked, laid out on that faux-bearskin rug, by the time I'm done, understood, Angel?"

Liam's eyes flashed with hunger as his hands began quickly working at his jacket zipper.

"Yes, Spike."

Another groan and Will shed his coat as he crossed the cabin to the fireplace, thankful that the manager of the rental company had seen to it that plenty of wood was chopped and ready, a large pile of it set beside the stone hearth. He set up a good source of fuel for the flames and managed to get the fire going strong after a minute of fiddling with the kindling.

Unbuttoning his shirt, he turned back to Liam and stopped, his cock hardening instantly at the sight. Liam was stretched out on the rug as instructed, on his stomach, the firelight flickering mesmerizingly over his smooth, tan skin, his firm buttocks dimpling as the brunette flexed teasingly.

"Christ, you're a sight, luv." William walked around Liam and stood at his feet. “Show me.”

Liam quickly pulled his knees under him, his ass raising up, legs spreading as wide as he could manage as he presented himself to Will’s heated gaze. His hands slid back to spread his buttcheeks apart, revealing the jeweled plug stretching him open. His cock, which had finally softened after the first hour of the long drive up to the cabin from the airport, was hard as stone again, and leaking steadily under William's watchful eye, the tip brushing tantalizingly against the soft nap of the rug. He almost wished he'd agreed to the matching cock ring this morning when Will had presented him with the erotic addition to their trip up here, he could've used the extra security against cumming without permission.

“God, I love your arse, Angel. Look so bloody hot, all filled up with your pretty, new toy. You know how hard I was most of the way here,” Will growled at the pretty picture his lover made, and dropped to his knees behind him, his hands, warmed already by the fire, grazing lightly over the round globes of his ass and down along his inner thighs, his cock throbbing against his zipper at the low moans his touches garnered. Stroking his fingers upwards, he traced a fingertip around the furled skin of Liam's stretched rim, groaning as he watched the puckered muscle clench and relax around the plug. Nearly two years and he still hadn't tired of this sight. “Knowing you were all slicked up, your lovely hole stretched open around the plug, just waitin’ for a cock to replace it. Should’ve taken you in the plane’s bathroom, introduced you to the Mile High Club. Was even worse in the car, pet. Wanted to pull over a dozen times and just fuck you over the hood of the car.”

Replacing Liam's hands with his own, he held his cheeks spread open and dipped his head down to mouth over the filled hole. Liam let out a soft cry of pleasure, struggling to keep still as William lapped his tongue around the ring of muscle, glad he’d had the foresight to use one of the flavored lubes when he’d inserted the plug for the brunette before they’d left for their flight.

“Love this bloody arse”, Will repeated himself, the words muffled against Liam’s skin as he licked away the taste of strawberries and cream, his teeth just grazing over the sensitive flesh, pulling fresh moans and whimpers from the younger man. Pulling away slightly, he slid his fingers between butt plug and flesh, circling around the steel base that flared out and tugging it halfway out, watching the skin stretch around the width of the plug. “Christ, pet, could eat you out for hours, make you cum, over an’ over, from just my tongue up this sweet li’l hole. ‘S not what you really want, though, is it, luv? Need my cock, don’t ya, Angel, fillin’ you, stretching you wide, thrustin’ into you the way this li’l toy never could.”

“Oh, God, Spike…please…fuck me. Need to feel you, Master.”

“Don’t worry, pet, not gonna leave you wanting, need it myself too much to make you wait.” William pulled the plug out completely and quickly eased two fingers into the gaping hole, stretching Liam briefly. They could take it slow later, and anyway, he knew the brunette got off on a bit of pain, which was just fine with him. A fast, hard, fuck was just the outlet he needed after hours of willing away a nearly constant hard-on and the more recent stress of having their plans delayed by Mother Nature’s whims. He let out a groan as Liam pushed back on his fingers and gave his ass a firm smack with his other hand for his impatience as he pulled his fingers out of the slick hole. “Behave, Angel. Now, kneel up, pet. Want you to ride me.”

Liam did as ordered, the sting of the slap on his butt pulsing slightly as he sat back on his heels. He watched hungrily as Will stood up and finished undressing, moaning with need as his long, pale cock was revealed as he stepped out of his jeans, head fully exposed from the foreskin and leaking pre-cum as it curved up towards his stomach. Will smirked and retrieved a small bottle lube from his pocket before laying down beside Liam, not even bothering to order him to give him head; he was close enough to climaxing as it was.

“C’mon, luv, wanna see you fuck yourself on my cock.” Liam quickly straddled Will’s waist, taking the proffered lube and reaching behind him to slick up the blonde's cock. Will grunted and thrust up into Liam's fist as he stroked the hard length, his head falling back against the rug as frissions of pleasure shot up his spine. "Enough, Angel, take me in."

Lifting up on his knees, Liam positioned himself over the tip of Will's cock, one hand holding it steady, his other sliding down his thighs to cup his balls, lifting them enough for William to watch his cock disappearing inside the brunette. He bore down on the blunt head pushing against his opening, hissing out at the slight burn of pain as William's cock stretched him further.

"Jesus bloody Christ," Will fought the urge to thrust further into the tight heat surrounding his cock as Liam worked himself down the long shaft, his hands moving back to brace against Will's thighs as he took him in completely. "Fuck, tha's it, pet, so bloody good. Such a good boy, Angel, taking me so fucking deep."

Liam moaned at the soft praise and raised his hips, letting Will's cock slip almost completely out before slamming back down, his own thick cock bouncing against his stomach.

"Christ! Oh, what a good li'l slut you are, pet."

William reached up, one hand caressing Liam's flexing thigh, the other sliding up his chest as he began a quick but steady pace, angling his downward thrusts to ensure minimal contact with his prostate. As Will's fingers tugged at his nipples, he let his head fall back against his shoulders, letting out a loud moan of desire when the blonde pinched the hardened nubs painfully.

"Yeah, such a sweet little pain slut, aren't you, luv? God, you're bloody perfect, Angel, ridin’ my dick so fuckin’ good.”

The warmth of the fire had already begun to affect the brunette, a light sheen of sweat coating the bronzed skin. William licked his lips and surged up, his knees bending to brace the larger man's back as he leaned in and licked a line of sweat from Liam's torso.

"Jesus!" Liam yelped as the change in position rammed Will's cock against his prostate on the next thrust, a thick spurt of pre-cum dripping down his aching cock at the added sensation. As William mouthed over his skin, he quickened his pace, desperate to bring the smaller man off before he lost control of his own imminent orgasm. "Oh, God, Master…shit, feels so good, love how your cock feels inside me, Spike. Fuck, I don’t know how much longer I can...ahh."

Will growled and slid his hand up Liam's body, wrapping around his neck to pull him up into a deep, thorough kiss. His tongue slid easily into Liam's gasping mouth, tangling briefly with the brunette's before pulling back to bite at his bottom lip. He could feel himself teetering on the brink already; the tight, clenching heat of Liam's ass, the debauched look of the younger man's face as he rode him and fought off his own release, the beautiful, pleading, sounds of his need, all coalescing to drive him to the edge.

"Shite, Angel, love you so bloody much”, Will rasped against Liam’s mouth, pumping his hips up as Liam bore down, arms wrapping around each other’s backs. Crushing the brunette to him, he could feel Liam’s cock leaking a steady stream of pre-cum against his stomach as they rode on and into each other. “Fuck, gonna cum, luv. Fill this sweet, tight arse up, the way you milk my cock so fucking perfect. Oh, yeah, fuck…Liam!”

Will buried his face in Liam’s neck, holding him still in his embrace while he rode out his orgasm, thrusting up into the clenching tightness as his cock pulsed out spurt after spurt of thick, ropey cum. Liam twitched his hips as best he could in Will’s clutching grasp, desperate for his own release as he felt William filling him up. He’d registered the use of his real name but was unsure if they were still in play and didn’t want to risk the punishment, not when he was this close.

“Spike, Master, please…need to cum.”

The realization that Liam had succeeded in withholding his own climax, without even being ordered, sent a fresh thrill of arousal down William’s spine. Releasing his tight grip on the larger man, he eased Liam off his cock and rose to his knees. Liam groaned at the loss, the sound quickly followed by a louder moan as Will reinserted the butt plug.

“Stand up, luv.” As Liam rose shakily onto his feet in front of him, William looked over at the cuckoo clock above the fireplace, smirking up at the brunette. “Happy Christmas, Liam.”

Before Liam could respond, Will leaned forward and took his entire aching length into his mouth, lips sliding down the leaking cock to the root.

"Will", Liam yelped as the blonde swallowed around his shaft, the head of his cock nestled in the opening of his throat. He looked down at William, groaning at the sight of his darkened blue eyes staring hungrily back up at him, his spent cock already beginning to reharden. Carding his fingers through Will's peroxided curls, he pulled his head back slightly to thrust his cock along his tongue. "God, baby, I love your fucking mouth. Look so fucking pretty on your knees like this, Will, sucking my dick like a goddamn pro. Want me to fuck your mouth, huh, baby? Wanna feel my cock bruising that sweet little throat?"

William moaned his approval around the girth filling his mouth, his hands coming to rest on his own thighs as he relaxed his jaw.

Liam groaned at the seldom seen submission in William's features, the heavy-lidded gaze causing another spurt of pre-cum to bubble from his throbbing cock. Tightening his grip on Will's hair slightly, he thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock back into the tight, wet warmth of his lover's throat, starting a fast pace, knowing he wouldn't last more than a minute or two after holding back for so long.

Will swallowed and suckled around the thrusting length, letting the brunette use him in a way he rarely felt the longing for. He let go of his control and just let his body take over, the feeling of the thick, hard, cock brutally pummeling his throat making his dick ache for a second release. Thoughtlessly, his hand drifted towards his cock, fingers scratching through the sparse nest of curls as he teased himself.

Liam growled at the sight of the blonde’s mindless self-ministrations, the sudden, unexpected need etched on Will’s face driving him closer to the edge. It was far from the first time in the past two years that Liam had been allowed to take the lead, but William didn’t often give over the control so easily and completely. The knowledge that, if he wanted, he could order Will to drop his hand away from his groin and he would do so with merely a disappointed whimper, meant more to him than he could express; for someone so wholly dominant to submit to his this way showed just how much trust there was between them.

"Fuck, yeah, baby, touch yourself. Jesus, look how hard you are again. All that just from me using your sweet mouth like this?” Liam watched William fist his cock as he thrust his own down his throat. “That’s it, Will, God, yeah, wanna see you blow just from the taste of my dick. Shit, baby, such a good little cocksucker, gonna fucking cum, cum for me, Will. Oh, fuck!"

Liam held Will's head in place as he thrust deeply one last time, his cock pulsing thick spurts of cum down the swallowing throat. Over the roar of his orgasm sounding in his ears, he could just make out the wet squelching of William's hand speeding over his own shaft, the garbled keen and sticky splash of the blonde's release on his calf barely registering as he fought to stay upright through the intense climax.

William swallowed down the final bursts of cum and lapped away every drop from the softening length before pulling away, tugging the panting brunette down to the floor.

"Bloody fucking hell, that was hot", Will husked, his voice the only sign of the rough treatment Liam had wrought upon his throat.

He swiped his fingers through the glob of cum on Liam's calf and fed them to him, watching him lick them clean before stretching out beside the larger man and capturing his lips in a dirty kiss, mingling the tastes of each other together until they needed to break apart for air.

"Merry Christmas, Will," Liam huffed a laugh against Will's lips, pulling him into the circle of his arms. Reaching behind him, he tugged the large throw blanket from the nearby couch and maneuvered it over the both of them, the warmth of the roaring fire and his long overdue release leaving him sated and sleepy as Will snuggled into him. "I love you, William Pratt."

"And I love you, Liam Devlin. You do know there's a perfectly good bed in the other room, luv?"

"Mm-hmm, don't care. Comfy here, here good."

"Caveman say 'ugh'", Will chuckled in Liam's ear, returning his embrace. Liam merely growled softly and nuzzled into the curve of Will's neck. William sighed, casting his mind to the surprise he'd paid extra for management to set up in the bedroom and shook his head. At least he had the morning to look forward to, then; if the surprise went as hoped, they might not even step foot out of the cabin for another day. "Fine then, Mr. Sleepyhead, but if I get a cramp, you're giving me a massage."

"Mmm, happy ending costs extra, though."

"Oi!"

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#mf bingo #xmas edition #buffyverse fanfic #a:ts fanfic #Spangel #lemon #secret-verse fic

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