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Supercorp Week 2k17 Day 6

Prompt: Protective Kara or Protective Lena

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When Kara tries to apprehend the alien she let go free while she was under the influence of Red Kryptonite and her plan back fires, Lena is there to save her life. The aftermath left in the wake of Lena's actions leaves each of them reeling about their relationship, both personally and professionally, with one another.

“Poor Supergirl,” Knamor gritted. His fingers were wound tightly in her hair as he pulled her head up. His lips were so close to her ear now that she could feel his putrid breath coat the side of her face with his next words. “You should have never let me go. How’s it feel to be powerless? How does it feel to bleed?”

The gravel beneath her knees dug uncomfortably into her skin. Her head ached and she could taste blood, metallic and warm, from the cut on her lip. She looked up at the red sun and cursed its existence. She had been stupid to follow him here without knowing more about this planet. “Trust me, if it hadn’t been for the Red Kryptonite I would have destroyed you that night.”

He scoffed at her response. “Excuses, excuses, excuses. I’m surprised the humans still let you fly around after that little incident.” He shoved her forward harshly as he released her hair. The steps he took around her resonated in the desert canyon, small pebbles clattering down from the blood orange cliffs that encompassed them.

She caught herself, her hands hitting the sand hard, and felt pain shoot up her wrists. “Just get it over with, Knamor,” she spat back at him.

He stopped in front of her. His band of fellow K’hunds flanked his sides, many in awe that their new leader had caught the Kryptonian, Earth’s own champion. He pulled a sleek, silver ray gun from his belt and pointed it right at her face. “Now is your chance. Any parting words from the last daughter of Krypton?”

“Yeah. Try ‘You’re fucked.’” Alex’s snarled words echoed across the sand from behind the K’hund army.

Before Knamor could even shout out an order for defense, shots rang across the desert scene. The DEO team that had appeared alongside Alex had the upper hand. Their arrival through the transporter was lost during Knamor’s arrogant mocking of Supergirl. And despite being outnumbered and physically smaller than their alien opponents, the DEO team was effective in pushing their way through the first wave of the K’hund fighters.

Kara shielded herself with her cape as bullets, both earthly and alien, whistled through the air. She heard someone approach her place in the sand. She twisted to the side and was able to land a well-placed kick on the K’hund fighter’s jaw who had rushed her position. Ignoring the pain now searing through her foot, she stepped behind another opponent and caught his arm, giving Vasquez the chance to put two shots into his torso.

A harsh yank on her cape suddenly tore her back to the hot sand. Knamor’s face appeared above her and she had to roll, first right and then left, to avoid the punches he threw down at her. She gathered enough effort to push herself into a crouching position, dodging his careless swings as she went.

“It’s over, Knamor! You are going back to prison!” She was finally on her feet and stood confident, despite her lack of powers, before him now that her backup had arrived.

“I don’t think so, Supergirl! I made the mistake of letting your mother put me in jail and I don’t plan on making the same mistake with you!”

He lunged at her. Unfortunately, her yellow sun-powered instincts got the best of her and she met his face with her fist. The cracking of her bones in her right hand was somehow louder to her than the gunshots that were still ringing across the valley. She cried out in pain and clutched her hand.

Knamor stumbled backward, grasping at his face, slightly dazed by her hit. He too soon recovered, though, and lunged again. This time, although she knew it would hurt, she swung her unharmed fist at him. But all she hit was air. She froze. She realized her mistake too late.

Knamor had lowered his body, like a football player setting up at the line. With a sweeping motion of his leg, he knocked her legs out from under her. Her back crashed into the ground with a hollow thud, forcing the air out of her lungs in a painful wheezing sound.

“I’m not going back to prison,” he declared. His cruel smile, his teeth decorated with blood from her earlier punch, spread across his face as he cocked the gun and took aim.

She tenderly crawled back to her knees, their positions coming full circle in this fight, and faced him once again. She let her eyes close, knowing she had lost. As the sound of the shot reached her ears, she was tackled from the side. The force of the impact knocked her to the sand hard and she grunted in surprise and relief.

She opened her eyes and raised her head slightly in time to see Alex come up behind Knamor, kicking him in the back of knee and then wrapping her arm around his neck, effectively putting him in a choke-hold, as another agent rushed up and disarmed him of the ray gun. Vasquez was quick to pull the modified restraints out of her belt and fasten them to his wrists. He bellowed out his protests but they were lost on the DEO agents, more of whom swarmed to assist in his capture.

As she continued to push herself up from the sand, she took in the sight of the figure who had heroically intervened – who had taken the ray gun’s bullet for her. The figure, clad in standard black gear of the DEO, was laying in the sand before her. She watched as the body swelled and then receded with a difficult and shaky breath. And that was when she noticed the rest of the figure. She took note of the long black ponytail, not standard protocol for the DEO agents who were required to keep their hair short. And then the sight of the pale skin, the missing weapon and tactical gear holsters from the vest and belt, the tablet that controlled the transporter haphazardly dropped at its feet. All were pieces of the horrible realization that hit her harder than any physical punch could.

“Lena?! No, no, no, no!” She wasn’t supposed to be here. She was only supposed to help the team with the transporter, not be in the actual field. “Lena, talk to me!”

Kara rolled Lena onto her back. This caused a groan from the dark haired woman who was clutching her side, right above her hip. Kara unfastened the utility belt and vest clumsily, her broken fingers useless in their actions. She untucked the black tactical shirt from Lena’s pants and pulled it up. On the paper white skin that she uncovered she found an angry red blotch that was beginning to turn a dark purple, a perfect impression of the bullet. But astonishingly there was no blood and no entrance wound. Kara grabbed at Lena’s shirt and pushed it up further looking for the damage she knew should be there. That is when she felt the cool mesh that had been sewn onto the inside of the shirt – Winn’s new alien weapon resistant cloth.

“I guess we can tell Winn it works. Field tested, DEO approved.” Lena’s words were labored although she gave a cheeky smile and a small chuckle.

Kara didn’t laugh.

Alex knelt down on the other side of Lena, a proud smile of her own blossoming across her face. “Nice dive, Luthor. You think you can walk so we can get outta here?”

Lena tried to take a deep breath but the pain of the action registered on her face. “If you can get me up, I can walk.”

“Kara, grab her arm,” Alex instructed. She didn’t acknowledge the mixed emotions written across Kara’s face. They needed to get off this planet before they tackled that issue.

Together, the Danvers sisters pulled Lena into a sitting position and then lifted her all the way up to her feet. Alex only stopped to pick up the tablet as they walked Lena to the transporter slowly. She held it out to Lena so that she could key in the proper command for their return.

As the purple static formed within the transporter’s arch, Lena took Kara’s unharmed hand, interlocking their fingers tightly. She let Alex step into the transporter first, and then took two shaky steps up onto the platform, pulling the still silent Kara behind her.

When the DEO landing bay appeared in front of them, Kara was quick to drop Lena’s hand. She only ghosted behind Lena long enough for the DEO’s medical team to usher her into a wheelchair. She watched as they wheeled Lena down the hall, finally letting all of her emotions boil in her veins at the sight.

“Kara, you need sunlamps. You should go with her to the medical bay.” Alex stopped behind her, her hands on her hips in a stance that was prepared to take whatever lashing Kara was about to dole out.

Kara turned slowly. “How could you, Alex? You know what she means to me! You know that I love–” A sob, a combination of sadness and anger, stopped her from finishing. Without giving her older sibling a chance to reply, she turned on her heel and walked after Lena and the medical team.

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“You don’t have any internal bleeding. You’ll be sore for a while and have one hell of a bruise but you’re going to be fine,” the medical agent reported as she taped the wrapping in place around Lena’s torso. “Is that too tight? Can you breathe?”

Lena glanced up over the agent’s shoulder as Kara entered the room. “It’s fine, thank you.”

The agent followed Lena’s eyes and looked over at the superhero standing in the doorway. She nodded to the chair in the corner with the yellow-sun panels over it as she opened a small freezer near Lena. “Supergirl, you know the drill.”

“Can you leave us, please?” Kara didn’t move from her place just inside the room.

The agent handed Lena an ice pack. “Ten minutes on–”

“And ten minutes off,” Lena supplied. “I know. Thank you, again.”

With a curious look between the two women the agent gave an awkward smile and left.

Lena evaluated Kara in the silence that fell over them. She was standing in front of her with her arms crossed and a hostile look across her battered face. Her bottom lip was caked with blood and a bruise was beginning to appear below her right eye. Lena could see how Kara was tenderly holding up her right hand, one of the fingers bent at an awkward angle. “I’ve never seen you hurt before. It’s...it’s unnerving.” She finished quieter than she had started, the disappointment she found in Kara’s eyes weakening her resolve.

“What were you thinking?” It wasn’t a scream, it wasn’t loud. It wasn’t even in a malicious tone. But it still cut Lena to the core.

“I wasn’t thinking,” she admitted.

“Clearly!” This time Kara’s voice was raised. She threw her hands in the air. She felt a sharp pain radiate in her hand from her broken fingers and moved toward the sunlamps, suddenly remembering why she was there. She flipped the switch for the lights and the hum of the machine filled the room. She sat in the chair and let the scanner quickly pass over her eyes.

“Hello, Kara Zor-El,” an electronic voice rang out as the scan finished. “Estimated heal time is two hours and twenty-eight minutes.”

Kara groaned. Once she was situated in the chair and the artificial yellow light filled the space, she let out a content sigh as the light began to regenerate her cells. Although the light felt good on her body, her mind was still aching with the fear of what could have happened. She slouched down and rested her face in her left hand.

Lena watched this entire process quietly. When Kara had stilled in the chair she finally spoke. “Why has this become the norm? I save a life and get hostility. I don’t even get a simple thank you.” This is how every interaction with Kara went when she was clad in the red, blue, and gold. Nothing she ever did was good enough for Supergirl.

“Because you risked your own life! You jumped in front of a bullet! For me!” Kara jerked her head up but stayed seated.

“And I’ll do it again! Every single chance I get!” She punctuated each word of her last declaration with a jab of her finger at the blonde. Her anger was stifled, though, by the pain from her side. She took a delicate breath and hunched over slightly trying to find a position that alleviated the pain the most. She swallowed hard and raised her eyes back to Kara’s face trying desperately to make her understand. Just tell her, she thought. Just say the words. I love you and I can’t stand the thought of losing you.

“You’re not invincible, Lena. And you’re not properly trained. You can’t be a part of this organization in this way!”

“We were on a red sun planet. I was more protected than you! You’re not invincible either!”

“Yeah, I made a mistake but I–”

“A mistake that could have killed you!” A tear slipped down Lena’s cheek and her voice cracked at the thought. “Why can you save everyone else but no one can save you? Do you do this with Alex every time she is there for you?”

“That’s different and it makes my point! Alex has training, Lena!”

“Then I’ll get trained!”

“Ms. Luthor?” Vasquez stood in the doorway, her eyes averted to the floor and an uncertain look across her face. Everyone on the main floor had overheard the exchange including her. “Your driver has arrived.”

“Thank you, Agent Vasquez,” Lena gritted through her teeth, her eyes never leaving Kara’s face. She slipped off the hospital bed clumsily but collected herself quickly. Without another word or glance toward Kara, she left the room.

She had barely made the lobby when she heard the familiar click of red heeled-boots come up behind her, quickly closing the distance between them. Lena didn’t stop or turn. She didn’t trust herself to keep her emotions in check and that is what was needed in this situation with Kara. She pushed the glass door open and felt Kara’s body close behind her.

An unexpected storm had opened up over National City. The rain pelted the top of Lena’s car like a thousand bullets. Her driver stood patiently with a massive umbrella covering the open door, waiting for Lena to enter the vehicle.

“Supergirl, there is no need to see me out. Despite what you think of my abilities, or lack thereof, I am perfectly capable of getting home.”

“Lena.” Kara’s voice was filled with frustration. “I’m just trying to keep you safe. You have no business being involved with the DEO like this. You’re a consultant, not a field agent.”

Lena rounded on Kara. “I don’t need you dictating what I can and cannot do, okay? I’m not fragile!”

“I’ve never thought you were.” It was an admission that was hard to say. It was so much easier for them to stay in their designated roles. Kara the hero and protector, Lena the damsel. “I owe you a thank you,” she whispered. “I’m so grateful for you saving my life.”

Lena shot her an uncertain look. She couldn’t help admiring Kara, as she always did. The sharp lines of her jawline made soft by the blonde locks that framed her face. It amazed Lena how someone could be so strong and yet still be so soft. The worry and anxiety written across her brow only made this juxtaposition stand out. And knowing that in front of her was both Kara and Supergirl exaggerated this difference further.

“But I can’t allow you back in the field again even as a consultant. Next time you are staying here,” Kara continued.

Lena scoffed and shook her head at Kara’s words. “Why? Is it because I’m human? So too is the rest of the DEO! Or is it because I’m a Luthor and you don’t trust me?” Or is it because you love me too?

“Dammit, Lena! Why do you have to turn everything between us into a Luthor versus Super ordeal?”

“Because you still don’t trust me even after all I’ve done,” Lena contended. “I’ve saved your sister’s life, the lives of all the aliens in this city, and now your life. And you still don’t trust me!”

“I’ve always trusted you.” It was quiet but still forceful. “This isn’t a matter of trust. Why do you think that I don’t have a DEO army following you around constantly especially with as much danger as you attract? It’s because I do–”

“I don’t know,” Lena interrupted with a reckless laugh. “Maybe because you can’t wait to save me yet again?”

Supergirl’s silence in the face of her question made her flush. She suddenly realized how cruel and petty her words made her seem, two traits that she held in contempt. She turned back toward the street, not wanting to drown in those blue eyes that she found so much comfort in. It was so infuriating to try to show that she could be more to Kara. She knew Kara would always protect her. Why couldn't she do the same in return?

“You are right, though. Saving you–” Kara sighed and stopped as she tried to figure out exactly how to say what she felt. “Saving you is gratifying. Knowing I’ve protected you and that you’re safe gives me so much happiness. But the fact that I have to save you scares me more than anything.”

“Oh?” Lena didn’t dare turn. She heard the hope in her own voice at Kara’s words and wondered if they meant what she thought they did. But she cringed as she felt her heart began to race at those thoughts and hated how her body always betrayed her. She felt Kara step up close behind her. She could feel the warmth she radiated even on such a cold and dreary day like this one.

“Will you please come back in? Can we talk about this?”

“Thanks for the offer, Supergirl,” she said, “but I think I’ll pass.” She wanted nothing more than to stay with her, always. But she needed time to figure out how to deal with the love that made her natural reflex be jumping in front of a bullet and the competing demands of Kara for her to stay safe. She needed to figure out how to avoid this argument in the future and this tension between the two of them.

Kara sighed again, this time out of exhaustion. “Lena, please don’t leave like this.”

Lena stepped under the umbrella held out by her driver. “Good day, Supergirl,” she whispered and slipped into the vehicle.

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By the time Lena was at her apartment, she wanted nothing more than to turn around and run back to Kara, to make sure she healed properly. No matter how frustrated she may have been at her, Lena’s concern for her would always outweigh it. But she also wanted to make Kara understand why she did what she did and make her believe that she could help.

She placed her purse down on the entryway table and clicked on the living room lights. Without a chance to take two steps further, three frantic knocks came from the door.

Kara Danvers stood in the hallway. Her purple sweater and khaki pants were spattered with rain, her hair was completely disheveled, dripping with rain drops. She had not even bothered putting on her glasses to complete her disguise in her obvious rush to Lena’s apartment. “We’re not finished with our conversation,” she announced.

Lena arched her eyebrow and crossed her arms, ready for round three. She looked at Kara’s face, still slightly bruised, but better even with the short exposure to the sunlamps. Half of her wanted to turn Kara away, to tell her to go back and take care of herself since she wouldn’t let anyone else do it. But the other half wanted to collect her in her arms and never let her leave. The two arguments were at a stalemate in her mind so her mouth made the decision for her. “What else could you possibly have left to tell me? You should be under a sunlamp, Kara.”

And it was that snark that set Kara off. “You can’t– You’re so stupid sometimes! And stubborn! I just–” Kara paced in front of her trying to collect her thoughts while asserting some sort of authority in the conversation. But her eyes betrayed her words and tone. There was something else there. It was protective, it was warm. It was love.

Lena bit her lip. They had kept this secret, one and the same for both of them, for too long from one another. Jesus, one of us needs to step up here, she thought. Someone has to be brave and make the first move.

Before Kara could mutter another word, Lena grabbed the front of Kara’s sweater and pulled her in close. She felt Kara’s arms wrap around her simultaneously as their bodies melded together. When their lips met there was no shred of doubt that this is what they both wanted – what had been creating the tension between them the entire time. If this was a mistake then they were equally at fault.

Kara’s face was damp from the rain, and as Lena pulled off the purple sweater it left the scent of wet fabric on Kara’s tanned skin. It was a scent she eagerly inhaled as her mouth explored the blonde’s upper body and she moaned at the urgent sounds that spilled from Kara as she made a competing claim to Lena’s body as well. Lena didn’t want gentle lovemaking at this moment. No, she wanted it fast, frenzied so that her mind wouldn’t have time to step in with its doubt and rationality. There was so much between them – their families, their jobs, their entire lives – that this relationship, whatever it turned into, would be complicated. They would have to deal with the consequences of what was happening between them later.

She could feel Kara holding back, trying to slow down their progress and dictate what they were doing, always the authority figure. But Lena fought her with every step they made toward the bedroom. She used her body to taunt the hero into submission, into being under her control for once. And Lena wasn’t sure whether it was this psychological power of knowing she was the conqueror, finally, as Kara relinquished the lead to her, or if it was the sight of Kara giving into her own feelings, expressing herself as Kara Danvers rather than the stoic and formidable Supergirl, that fueled her desire to unbelievable heights.

As the thunder faded and the rain’s war on the city slowed, and they were both sated by the other’s body, Lena finally let her brain rule their interaction. “I know you’re still mad at me but I’m not going to stop protecting you. Ever. I don’t care what I have to invent or build, how much money it costs, or if I have to physically put myself in front of a bullet for you. I’ll do anything it takes to keep you safe.”

Kara rolled onto her side, her eyes raking Lena’s relaxed form. “Are you ever going to not be stubborn?” There was slight irritation in the tone of Kara’s voice but a soft smile pulled at her lips.

“Probably not,” Lena admitted with a small smile. “You don’t have to be strong all the time, especially around me, you know? You have the weight of two worlds on your shoulders and it’s not fair. I can’t completely alleviate that pressure but I can protect you,” and then even softer she whispered, “and love you.” She let her fingers trace Kara’s eyebrow, continuing a path along the side of her face. “Will you please let me take care of you?”

Kara closed her eyes in defeat. Two losses in one day. She was okay with being on the losing side this time, though. She scooted up as close as she could and tucked herself under Lena’s chin. When Lena’s arms wrapped around her tightly, she took a deep breath, letting the scent of Lena’s skin flood her soul, and felt her stress melt off of her as she released it slowly.

And with that one exhale, Lena felt the universe right itself. They still had a lot to talk about and those discussions wouldn’t be easy or calm given their personalities, but right now, if only for the moment, she was assured that nothing could get through her embrace and that Kara was safe.

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Keeping You Safe

by NyxAqua

Words: 4169, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Just a little cameo by Alex and Vasquez

Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor

Additional Tags: Supercorp Week 2K17, SuperCorp Week, Protective Lena Luthor, These two idiots finally doing something about their feelings for one another, Light Angst

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Supercorp Week 2k17 - Day Seven

Prompt: Soulmates AU (@supercorp-week2k17)

Day seven!! Thank you all so much for all the great Supercorp content and I’m so excited I could contribute. <3

Read on AO3.

Her mother’s mark had formed at twelve years and eighty-seven days, and it was just a single curse word.

(At nineteen, Alura walked into Zor-El’s lab - she’d gone over some of his writings and had a few questions - and when she cleared her throat to announce her presence, he dropped the device he was carrying and cursed loudly. “Well, that explains it,” she chuckled and Zor-El spun around and shoved his arm at her, grinning as her words matched the ones on his arm.)

As Rao’s light bursts across Argo City on her twelfth birthday, Kara feels a particular warmth on her forearm. She wakes up, throwing off the covers and waiting eagerly to read the Words.

Except she can’t. Whatever it is, it isn’t Kryptonian or Dheronic or any other language she knows, and she speaks the languages of each nearby planet, at least enough to identify them.

Maybe it’s damaged. She’s heard whispered stories of corrupted Words, when the other’s mate doesn’t believe or has refused the pairing. She’s never seen a mate without their match, but the descriptions terrify her, the sad, hollow shells, knowing every moment of every day that they’re missing something beautiful.

She could ask Kelex, probably. But she’s afraid to know. She doesn’t want corrupted Words.

So she pulls down the sleeve of her robe and grabs the covers and goes back to sleep.

The next morning, she doesn’t tell her mother.

It isn’t until she’s been on Earth for three weeks, when she’s becoming fluent in English, that the Words finally make sense.

She sits next to Alex at the breakfast table and pulls up the sleeve of her shirt. “Look!”

Alex glances at her. “Hey, was that in Kryptonian before you left?”

Kara shakes her head. “I thought it was corrupted, but it isn’t! It’s just English!”

“Do you know what it says?” She’s willing to read it if Kara needs, though speaking someone else’s Words is a bit taboo.

“And who are you, exactly?” Kara sighs, tracing the marks on her forearm. “Rao. I mean, god, I was really scared that my soulmate had refused.”

“Well, at least now you know.”

Kara smiles. “Yeah. Now I know.”

*****

“Lucky is Superman saving the day,” Lena Luthor chuckles.

Kara blurts, “Supergirl was there, too.”

The woman turns an amused look her direction. “And who are you, exactly?”

Kara’s jaw drops and she knows she must look as stunned as she feels. Her left hand clenches as she imagines the Words on her arm. “Um, I’m Kara Danvers. I’m not with the Daily Planet. I’m with Catco magazine. Sort of,” she stumbles, waiting for the moment of recognition in Lena’s green eyes. Surely the Words wouldn’t have her full name, that would be rather anti-climactic, she knew, but maybe “I’m not with the Daily Planet” if it wasn’t “Supergirl was there, too”.

Lena gives no indication anything Kara said had any special meaning and makes a wry comment about the general content of Catco’s articles.

Kara feels her stomach twist.

*****

Kara grunts as she takes the blast from the rocket-propelled grenade launched by the drone. She nearly blacks out as she slams into the helipad but she groans and forces her eyes open. Seeing that the drone is still targeting Lena’s helicopter, and beginning to open fire, she pushes off into the air and flies right through the drone, tearing it apart.

She grasps the landing skid of the helicopter and guides it down carefully. When it’s safely on the ground, she immediately scans Lena and the pilot for injuries. She places a hand against the gunshot wound in the pilot’s shoulder and applies pressure, beginning to unbuckle his harness.

“What the hell was that?” Lena demands, ripping off her headset.

“You’re safe now,” Kara soothes. “But someone is trying to kill you.”

Lena gapes at her for a moment.

“I’m going to take him to the hospital.” Kara removes the pilot’s headset and then reaches out and shuts down the engine, the rotors gradually beginning to slow. “I’ll be back to check on you.”

Lifting the man into her arms, Kara secures her hold and rushes him to National City General Hospital.

When the doctors take over and began prepping him for surgery, she leaves the hospital and returns to L-Corp.

She’s not surprised to find that Lena is already back in her office. She lands on the balcony and Lena turns, hearing her boots on the concrete.

Lena meets her outside. “I didn’t get a chance to say thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Mark? The pilot?”

“He’s in surgery. National City General, if you want to call and check on him. It might be a little while.”

Lena grips the railing. “I will.” When Kara bends her knees as if to take to the skies again, Lena half-shouts, “Wait!”

Kara blinks. She settles her hands on her hips. “What is it?”

“What you said… when you rescued me. In the helicopter.”

“You’re safe now,” she says again, and thinking perhaps Lena is still feeling a little shaken, she continues, “and I mean it. I’ll keep you safe, okay? I know this is a difficult time…”

“No. I mean.” Lena pushes up the sleeve of her dress shirt. The phrase “You’re safe now” is clear against her pale skin.

Kara takes a surprised step back.

“I know… I know you may not have the same thing on Krypton, but here on Earth, there are soulmates… people destined to be together, to love each other, some people believe it lasts through lifetimes. We can identify them because somewhere between our twelfth and thirteenth birthdays, words appear on our skin. They’re the first words that our soulmate speaks to us.” Lena swallows. “I understand if you don’t… if it’s not a belief you share, but…”

“Lena.” Kara unhooks the blue fabric from around her thumb and shoves the material up to her elbow. “We had it on Krypton, too. I just had no idea what my Words said until I got to Earth.”

Green eyes narrow as Lena reads the phrase. “But I never said that to you.”

“You did. This morning.”

“You… you’re…”

Kara waves a little. “Hi.”

“Oh. Well.”

Kara puts a hand to her ear as Alex calls on her comms, asking her to return to the DEO so they can go over the recovered drone technology. She sighs. “Listen, um, I have to go. I’m sorry. Can I… can I come back? And we’ll talk more?”

“Please.”

Kara fixes her sleeve back in place and then, hesitantly, puts out her hand.

Lena pauses, but squeezes her hand.

Kara smiles. “Okay. Talk to you later.”

*****

“Ms. Luthor,” Jess announces, “Ms. Danvers from Catco is here. Again.”

Lena chuckles and smooths her hands across her shirt. “That’s fine. Send her in.”

Kara walks in and Jess pulls the doors closed behind her.

“No suit?” Lena asks, seeing Kara is back in her civilian clothes.

“Um, I thought this might be a little more comfortable for… well, for both of us.” She doesn’t have her notepad and pen with her this time and she seems unsure of what to do, clasping her hands in front of her only to immediately move them apart and smooth her skirt, trying to stop herself from rocking back on her heels.

Lena gestures to the couch and Kara sits gratefully, resting her elbows on her knees. She giggles, half from nerves and half in relief. “I was so worried this morning when you said the Words but then didn’t react to anything I said.”

Lena smiles gently and sits on the opposite end. “I thought the same thing on the balcony. Maybe you didn’t have soulmates on Krypton, maybe you weren’t… aren’t interested in humans.”

Kara can’t stop herself. “Hey, some of my best friends are human.” She shakes her head. “I mean, I can’t exactly only date Kryptonians, because that would mean… gross. No.”

“So it really is just you and your cousin?”

Kara nods and folds her hands together in her lap. “We’re the last. And honestly, Kal-El is mostly human. He’s been an Earthling most of his life.” She scrunches up her nose and then adjusts her glasses when they slip. “His Kryptonian is pretty awful.”

“Will you say something?”

Kara pauses and then, looking to Lena, utters a soft phrase.

“What did you say?”

“I said you’re safe now.” She pauses and frowns in concern. “Was that… was that really the first time someone told you that you were safe? Sorry, that was… you don’t have to answer that.”

“That was the first time,” Lena confirms.

She bites her lip and says softly, “I’m sorry.”

“That’s hardly your fault.”

“Yeah, but still.” Kara tugs at her fingers as silence descends. “Um, so I know… you know who I am, but… I get that an alien probably wasn’t what you expected, much less this alien.” She pushes her glasses up her nose. “We don’t have to follow the tradition.”

Lena takes a breath. “You’d ignore the match?”

“If that’s what you want.” Kara lifts her head to meet Lena’s gaze. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. We don’t have to do this.”

Lena is quiet, considering. Kara is right in that she certainly never expected an alien would be her soulmate, and then discovering it’s none other than Supergirl, well, that was fate for you, it had a sense of humor. But to forgo their destiny, their hearts… no. Lena could already feel herself yearning for the calming touch of her soulmate.

“I’ve always wanted to find my soulmate,” she says at last. “Knowing there was someone out there that would protect me, care for me… someone that I would help in return…” that I can be a source of happiness for someone else, “that helped me get through some difficult times. I just never imagined that it would reach across planets and galaxies.”

“I think…” Kara takes a breath. “I think that’s one of the best things about soulmates, knowing that someone exists that is meant for you, that wants to know all of you, that will, um, love all of you, you know.” Luthor or Zor-El, I imagine we both struggle with a bloody family history and the difficulties of their legacies. “And I think… if it truly extends across lifetimes, space isn’t really a big deal.”

“I suppose that’s true.” She squares her shoulders. “What about you?”

“What?”

“I mean, I know it was Supergirl that spoke the words, but…”

Kara gnaws on her lip for a moment. “You’re right. It’s probably better if Supergirl remains out of the soulmate scene, at least for now…” Kara swallows hard as she imagines rumors spreading that Supergirl is dating Lena Luthor and how much of a target that would paint on Lena’s back, how much danger that would put her in. “Is it okay if it’s, um, just me?”

Lena frowns. “Just you?”

“You know, just Kara Danvers.”

“There’s nothing just about you, Kara. I think… I think we can still take it slow,” she says, because while her heart wants nothing more than to fall into the woman’s arms and never leave, twenty years of “emotions give your enemies leverage” and “attachments make you weak” is impossible to simply forget, “but I’d like to try.”

Kara’s smile is so brilliant Lena can’t help but mirror it with her own.

#my fic #supercorp week #supercorp #soulmates au #soulmates #if i kept writing this it would be like fifty pages #thanks for letting me play along with supercorp week :)#had a blast

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PROTECT LENA LUTHOR 2k17!!!!!

#Lena Luthor #protect lena luthor #supergirl #THIS EPISODE

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protect lena luthor 2k17

#lena luthor #supergirl #supergirl lb

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Mon-El Protection Squad 2k17

Lena Luthor Protection Squad 2k17

#mon-el #lena luthor #chris wood #katie mcgrath #supergirl #karamel #supercorp #dc #dctv

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Lena Luthor text posts 1/?

#lena luthor #supergirl #katie mcgrath #protect lena luthor 2k17

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Keeping You Safe

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2wMBXN6

by NyxAqua

Words: 4169, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Just a little cameo by Alex and Vasquez

Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor

Additional Tags: Supercorp Week 2K17, SuperCorp Week, Protective Lena Luthor, These two idiots finally doing something about their feelings for one another, Light Angst

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2wMBXN6

#lena luthor x kara danvers #supercorp #supergirl femslash #ao3feed #fanfic

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First Contact

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by TheSpaminator

Lena Luthor has the perfect life on paper. A loving brother, a devoted father, a successful mother, money. However this surface life is starkly juxtaposed to the one she actually lives. Her darling brother is away at college and never home, her father is passive and defers to her mother, her mother is abusive, and all the money in the world won't make it better. Lena's only wish is to have a family, like the ones she sees in those primetime sitcoms. She only wants to experience that warmth. If only she hadn't been so irreparably damaged by the neglect and loathing inherent to her own circumstance.

This work chronicles her journey towards trust and ultimately comfort in those who prove to not only be there, but be there specifically for her, regardless of her apparent and self described 'shortcomings' as a human being. And hopefully her journey towards abandoning her self loathing.

***Despite being tagged as rape/non-con, there is no rape in this fic. Sexual assault yes, but nothing graphic or extreme in nature.***

Find me on social media: Twitter, Tumblr

Words: 7796, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/F

Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers, Maggie Sawyer, appearances by manhell

Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Kara Danvers & Lena Luthor, Supercorp - Relationship, Supercorp relationship, minor Alex Danvers/Maggie Sawyer - Relationship, Minor or Background Relationship(s), minor Sanvers - Relationship

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, AU, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - High School, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Mental Health Issues, Protect Lena Luthor 2K17, Lena Luthor defense squad, Lena gets the love and support she deserves, Wall Flower Lena Luthor, Popular Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor & Maggie Sawyer Friendship, Character Study, One Shot, Eventual Fluff

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#IFTTT #supergirl #sanvers #maggie sawyer #alex danvers

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Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Supergirl (TV 2015) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers & Kara Danvers, Alex Danvers & Lena Luthor Characters: Alex Danvers, James Olsen, Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor Additional Tags: Angst, Day 6, Supercorp Week 2K17, Alex is a soft meanie, Protective Lena Luthor, Danvers Sisters Week, Day 1, sisters night, Angst with a Happy Ending Series: Part 5 of Supercorp week 2k17, Part 1 of Danvers Sisters Week Summary:

Alex tries to get her sister to talk to her, gets really frustrated when she realizes that she's being avoided. Lena protects Kara from an Irate big sister.

@queercapwriting Chapter 2 of this fic is Day 1 of the Danvers Sisters Week!

#DanversSistersWeek #Day 1 #Supergirl #Kara Danvers #Alex Danvers #Sisters night

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Supercorp Week 2k17 Day 3

Prompt: Supergirl Identity Reveal

@supercorp-week2k17 @bungledramblingsofalesbianmind

The Perils of Cooking on Ao3 or read below.

Lena is struggling with the fact that she has feelings for both Kara Danvers and Supergirl. A cooking accident shows her that there is no need to pick one over the other.

Lena turned the deadbolt on her front door. It drove home with a satisfying thud that gave her a peace of mind. It was one of many lines of defense she took to shield herself from the horrors that were just lurking out in the real world, horrors that too often shared her own name. She had actually bought the penthouse because it was of newer construction and therefore more reliable and secure than some of the older and perhaps more beautiful buildings in National City. In fact, she had bought the entire building. Most people assumed it was just another savvy business investment or her being so rich that she simply did it because she could, but beneath the facade everyone else saw was an intense level of doubt, of fear. Owning the building and thus managing who was living in it was just one of her security precautions. Tonight, though, she did not bother with her other personal security measures, not yet at least. She glanced at the security alarm panel and noted that the readings it provided showed that the penthouse had not been breached during her time at L-Corp. All the windows were shut and locked, the balcony door too. Tonight she passed on arming the system right as she got in the door. She didn’t want to seem paranoid when Kara arrived a little later. Not too much later actually, she thought as she looked down at her watch.

In her bedroom she undressed, hanging her skirt up in the closet and setting aside her blouse for dry cleaning. She changed into sweats and one of her old MIT science club t-shirts. She splashed her face in the bathroom and tied her hair up into a messy bun. By the time she walked barefoot into the living room and switched on the television the L-Corp CEO had disappeared and simply Lena remained. It was nice to be just Lena, especially after a day like today. Her mother’s not so subtle threats on the stand not only sent shivers down the spines of everyone sitting in the courtroom but terrified L-Corps’ board of directors. She had been on the phone all afternoon trying to ease their fears while keeping an eye on their stocks as a result.

And on top of that all, while her mind was focused on such annoyances, her splitting heart was still aching with the fact that she had finally fallen in love. Not with one person, but two. How she had fallen for not only Kara Danvers, so sweet and caring and good, but also Supergirl, protective, cunning, and dangerous in such a delicious way, was beyond her.

Her heart, though, had finally made the choice for her and it had nearly come too late. She had been there, in Supergirl’s arms on her office’s balcony. The sun setting behind them, a warm breeze coming off of the bay. She couldn’t even remember why they had embraced but she remembered how good it felt to be in the hero’s arms, how her heart raced as Supergirl had slowly lifted her chin, their eyes meeting briefly, before they each leaned in.

And then she had pulled back. Something had screamed inside of her to stop as flashes of Kara danced through her memory.

‘I’m sorry. I can’t.’ The hero released her easily at her words and they each took a step back from the other. ‘There’s someone else...I can’t...I’m so sorry.’

The hero gave a sad smile and nodded. ‘I understand.’ She walked to the other end of the balcony, to the place where she always took off. Without looking back Supergirl said, ‘I hope they make you happy,’ before shooting into the sky.

That had been months ago and she still couldn’t bring herself to take the next step with Kara. A part of her still seemed to be in mourning over her decision. That embrace and near kiss played through her mind every night as sleep evaded her. When she was with Kara, she felt guilty about what she had done to Supergirl and the few times the hero had interacted with her since that incident left her guiltily thinking about Kara. And now, as she stood in front of the the television, watching the news coverage of Supergirl’s latest save and knowing that Kara was moments away, the battle of guilt raged again.

Kara’s knock came at exactly seven-thirty and broke her from this tiring rumination. Maybe tonight would be the night she’d finally put her feelings on the table, she thought as she padded towards the door.

“Wow, so Lena Luthor does own something other than business attire.” Kara stepped into the entryway, placing her purse next to Lena’s and kicking off her shoes. She was becoming quite comfortable in the Luthor residence much to the joy of Lena.

“Ha, ha, you’re so funny.” She let her eyes sweep Kara from head to toe. “I thought I told you to come in something comfortable?”

“I had to stay late at work because I missed one of my deadlines earlier today.”

“That doesn’t sound like you.” Lena led them into the living room where the television was still on. “Is everything okay?”

“Oh yeah! Just something...” Kara looked at the television where she found footage of herself flying through the flames of the warehouse fire that morning, “...something came up this morning. It’s all good now.” She felt her cheeks redden. “But, enough about me! How are you holding up? Your mother she is–” Kara whistled in place of an adjective.

“Tell me about it,” Lena groaned. “Today has been a nightmare.”

Kara wrapped her arm around Lena’s shoulders and squeezed gently. “We don’t have to do this tonight. I totally understand if you’d rather be alone and relax.”

Lena smiled as she let her head rest against Kara’s shoulder. “No, I need this. If you are still up for it, of course.”

With another small squeeze Kara turned them both toward the kitchen. She gestured for Lena to lead the rest of the way. “Show me how to cook, Ms. Luthor!”

Lena chuckled and pulled Kara along. They had been planning this for some time now and Lena wasn’t going to let anything, not even her aching heart, stand in the way.

The tiles of the kitchen floor were cool but comforting under their bare feet. Lena’s kitchen faced south but had nearly a full panoramic view of National City. It gave a splendid display of the full spectrum of dusk, the deep purples and grays being pulled westward by the oranges and reds of the sinking sun, almost like the sun was pulling a blanket of darkness over the soon to be sleepy city. Kara couldn’t help but stand in full awe at the view, oblivious to the fact that Lena was looking at her much in the same way.

Kara finally turned to Lena, her eyes had taken in all of the sight that they could. “Alright, what’s on the menu?”

“Well,” Lena opened the refrigerator and started to hand ingredients to Kara, “I figured since you eat more than an entire football team I could show you had to make a few different pasta dishes. They are delicious and filling, and will be easy enough for you as a beginner. And they can also be made in large batches so you can take them to work during the week too. Or even bring them for our lunch interviews.” Lena beamed at her own plan.

“Pasta is good. I like where this is going!” Kara rolled up the sleeves of her shirt, ready to learn but thrilled to just get to be around Lena, especially in such a laid back environment.

The kitchen was soon filled with the warm sounds and smells of a home cooked meal. The parmesan had been grated and was sitting in a bowl, ready for use. Lena had to keep slapping Kara’s fingers out of it as she took pinch after pinch for herself. She had set them both up with cutting boards and knives. She first showed Kara how to hold things with a claw-like grip to avoid cutting her fingers. The fast and steady rap of Lena’s knife as she chopped up an onion echoed through the kitchen over the sound of the boiling water from the stove. Kara mimicked Lena’s cutting style, not nearly as fast but still impressively for a beginner, at least in Lena’s opinion. Soon, the smell of sauteed tomatoes and asparagus filled the room on top of the scent of the grilled chicken they had already set aside, and the two different sauces still simmering away.

“So you made that? Like from scratch?” Kara had pulled some fresh vegetables over to her cutting board for their salad as Lena unwrapped a loaf of bread and brushed it with the garlic butter they had just made.

“I did. I love making homemade breads. Maybe you could come over some weekend when we are both off and I can show you how to do that too.” Lena’s voice resonated with hope as she slid the pan of bread into the oven to be warmed.

“I’d love that.”

Lena stood as she closed the oven door, her cheeks flushed not only by the heat of the oven but also by Kara’s agreement. “You would?”

Kara nodded enthusiastically. She smiled at Lena as her hands continued chopping the vegetables. “I really-Ah!” The knife came down hard on her knuckle and she jerked it back in surprise.

“Oh Kara!” Lena, quick on her feet, ripped a wad of paper towels from their holder and immediately covered Kara’s hand.

“No, Lena, I’m fine. I’m not hurt,” she pleaded as she tried to pull her hand from Lena’s grip. “It’s okay! I’m okay!”

“Stop moving, please, and let me look at it,” Lena chided.

Kara stilled in defeat and watched as Lena gently unwrapped the paper towels from around her hand. Lena’s movements were slow and delicate, like she was dreading to uncover the red of blood. Kara couldn’t help but smile at the care she was taking. She knew if she was ever actually hurt, she’d want Lena there to treat her and care for her like this.

When the last of the makeshift bandage was pulled away, Lena’s shoulders slumped in confusion. “But...I saw it. I saw the knife hit your finger...” She turned Kara’s hand over in search of a wound but instead only found flawless skin. Too flawless, really.

“See? I told you I was okay.” Kara tried to give a reassuring smile but it only caused Lena’s brow to crinkle even more.

Lena looked to the counter for the knife and didn’t immediately see it. She lifted up the kitchen towel and then moved the salad bowl Kara had been filling in search of it. That was when she noticed that Kara had kept her right arm behind her back the entire time. “Kara? Give me the knife.” She held out her hand as suspicion overtook the confusion on her face.

“I’ve got it, Lena.” She turned her left shoulder toward Lena in an effort to distance the arm that held the knife in it.

“Give it to me,” Lena instructed seriously. “Now.”

Kara gulped. With a roll of her eyes, resigning to her fate, she brought her arm around. She held out the knife with the blade lightly gripped in her fingers, the handle pointed out so that Lena could safely take it. Lena took ahold of the handle, slowly pulling it toward her. The middle of the blade was bent in almost a perfect impression of Kara’s knuckle. There was a small crack in the blade too. Lena brought her eyes up to Kara’s but Kara immediately hung her head and put her eyes on the floor.

“So.” Lena took Kara’s ‘cut’ hand and held it up, examining it once again. She then presented Kara’s own hand and the knife to the blonde. “Do you want to explain this?”

Kara just shook her head. “I don’t think I have to.”

Lena sighed, not in annoyance but in realization. Her eyebrow arched and she grinned. “I should’ve known. You ‘flew here on a bus’, you eat at least two entrees at meals, your passion for alien advocacy rivals no one else...”

Kara pushed her glasses back up her nose as she shook her head, a wide smile plastered across her face at the fact that Lena didn’t seem upset by this discovery. “Yeah, I’m not the smoothest about it,” she laughed out embarrassingly. “I hope this doesn’t bother you. Me being...well you know.” There was a shred of fear in her eyes.

“Of course not.” Lena placed a soft kiss on her hand where the cut should have been. “I may be a Luthor and I may not have the cleanest record against non-humans but I’d like to think that you consider me pro-alien after everything that has happened. And you’re still Kara to me.”

The timer on the oven interrupted the moment much to their disappointment. Lena released Kara’s hand. She grabbed the oven mitts laying next to her on the counter and turned off the beeping timer.

“I’m really glad you know now. It was exhausting keeping this from you.” Kara sighed in relief. She heard Lena chuckle in response as she opened the oven. Feeling more relaxed now, she undid a few of the buttons on her shirt, reaching in to adjust her Supergirl uniform that tended to bunch up in the front. “It’s a lot harder than one would think to find clothing that can fit over this thing. I was always scared you were going to notice it.”

“What species of alien are you? If you don’t mind me ask–” Lena stopped, shocked, as she turned back around to Kara. The pan she had just pulled out of the oven clamored as it hit the kitchen floor, garlic bread scattering in all directions, at the sight of the too familiar “S” beneath Kara’s partially unbuttoned shirt.

“Well that’s a silly question,” Kara said just as the pan bounced against the floor. Then, her eyes bulged with realization of their miscommunication and at the sight of a very shocked Lena. “Oh no...”

“You’re...you’re...you’re Supergirl?!” Lena was somehow even paler than usual. Flashes of that night on the balcony in Supergirl’s arms, of Kara on her office couch as they ate lunch, the way their foreheads crinkled the same way, their smiles and those same blue eyes, played quickly in her mind. Oh God, how had she missed that?

Kara gave a small and awkward wave, the cringe of her mistake deepening on her face. “Hi.”

It was so adorable that Lena couldn’t help but start laughing. And then the laugh turned into relief when she realized she had been fretting over two versions of the same person. She covered her mouth and wrapped an arm around her middle as her body shook. She hadn’t laughed like this, hearty and true, in a long time.

Lena’s laughing was contagious and Kara joined in. The sight of Lena Luthor, billionaire and business extraordinaire, standing in a pile of garlic bread, dressed in sweats while laughing, was quite a picture. In fact, Lena had never looked more beautiful than that moment to Kara. When at last they both fell quiet, she knelt down and picked up the pan at Lena’s feet.

“Oh, Kara, be careful! It’s probably still hot – which doesn’t bother you,” Lena rolled her eyes at her mistake as she bent down to help.

Kara winked and held the hot pan out for Lena to deposit the pieces of bread she had gathered herself. When all the pieces were back in place they each stood slowly. Kara sat the pan down on the counter and looked at Lena who was chewing hard on her lip, a sudden look of concentration on her face. Kara didn’t know what to do or say next. She went to cross her arms, only to change her mind at the last minute and send her hands searching for her pant pockets. Realizing she didn’t have any in this pair of pants, she settled for tapping out an awkward beat on the counter with her knuckles before a rational thought finally registered.

“Um, so...you’re going to have to sign some paperwork since, you know, you... know now. Funnily enough, I actually have it with me. I’ve been trying to tell you this for like...” she pushed her glasses back up her nose and ran a hand through her hair, “like so long. Embarrassing long, to be honest–”

Lena’s lips swallowed her next words. Kara responded instantly. Her arms circled around the woman she had silently been in love with for far too long, and held tight, so tight that Lena wouldn’t have been able to pull away. And then the realization that Lena started this, that Lena wouldn’t want to pull away, made Kara pull her even closer.

When they did let their kiss break, and Kara lowered Lena back to the floor, Lena ran her nose against Kara’s as a satisfied smirk graced her beautiful face. “I’ve thought about this every minute since that night on the balcony,” she whispered.

Kara stiffened as she let the memories of that night come forth. She took a step back and tried to read Lena’s eyes. “That night, you said there was someone else. I don’t want to put you in the middle of that kind of situation.”

“I guess it’s good that the two people I have feelings for are right here in front of me.” Lena leaned in and pressed another gentle kiss to Kara’s now smiling and relieved lips. As the kiss started to deepen once more, the sound of Kara’s rumbling stomach broke their groove. Lena pulled back and chuckled. “I’m going to be doing a lot more cooking now, huh?”

“Yes, but we can do it together.” Kara slid a strand of loose hair behind Lena’s ear and kissed the tip of her nose softly.

The very thought of that made Lena’s eyes dance and her heart race. Kara’s arms went around her again and they kissed once more, the thought of food quickly leaving both of their minds.

#supergirl #supercorp #supercorpweek2k17 #supercorp fanfic #my writing #I love these two idiots

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Family takes works

by Iamsuperconfused

Alex tries to get her sister to talk to her, gets really frustrated when she realizes that she's being avoided. Lena protects Kara from an Irate big sister.

Words: 1702, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of Supercorp week 2k17

Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Alex Danvers, James Olsen, Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor

Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers & Kara Danvers, Alex Danvers & Lena Luthor

Additional Tags: Angst, Day 6, Supercorp Week 2K17, Alex is a soft meanie, Protective Lena Luthor

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#supercorp #Kara x Lena #Kara Danvers x Lena Luthor

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Supercorp Week 2k17 - Day Six

Prompt: protective Lena or protective Kara (@supercorp-week2k17)

I wanted to take a look at Kara being protective outside of using her super strength.

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Lena stares at her reflection in the mirror, adjusting her skirt and the collar of her blouse until she’s mostly satisfied. Her hair is pulled back in a high bun and she's already finished her makeup, but she leans closer to be sure nothing has smudged. She ultimately decided on simple post diamond earrings but she's not certain they’re the best choice.

“Ready?”

She turns to find Kara standing in the doorway of her bedroom. “Yes.”

Kara smiles, hearing the slight tremor to her words, and moves closer to rub her hands over Lena’s arms. “You’re gonna do fine, babe. This is a great project and everyone is going to be excited to learn more about it. And I’ll be right there up front, okay?”

Lena sighs. “We should get going.”

Lena drives to L-Corp, where the press conference is being held in just over an hour. Jess meets them there and immediately hands Lena a paper with stats and graphs, giving Lena the latest update. She nods and scans the information. Nothing much has changed since yesterday, no adjustments needed to her speech, so that's a relief.

Kara captures her wrist and squeezes gently. “I'm going to go find a good seat in the press room, okay?” She winks at Lena. “You've got this.”

Kara takes a seat in the third row, in the center, where Lena will be able to see her immediately. The room fills quickly with reporters and cameramen, the sound technician checks the various microphones attached to the podium, and then the volume of the idle chatter rises as everyone waits for Lena to begin the press conference.

Promptly at two-thirty, Lena enters the room and steps behind the podium. She glances at the reporters gathered and Kara gives her a small smile.

“Good afternoon, and thank you all for being here today. L-Corp has been working diligently over the past six months and I'm pleased to announce that we are initiating the Piezo project, which will begin immediately. We have made strides in energy harvesting through piezoelectric materials...”

She goes on to explain the prototypes that are being launched at an expo the following week, including several new batteries, and gives the rate of improvement they’ve seen in their testing. All the numbers put the L-Corp project well ahead of its next competitor and when everything is market-ready, it is predicted to have a huge impact across multiple industries.

“I’ll respond to any questions you have about this initiative.”

The first hand up is Kara’s and Lena nods in her direction.

“Ms. Luthor, Kara Danvers with Catco magazine. Can you give us an example of some of the industries you see this project improving?”

“At this point, we believe the biggest applications will be for wearable technologies and autonomous devices, but we’re working closely with the mobile industry, as well.”

A man in the sixth row gets to his feet. “Lawrence Wright from National City Enquirer. Your charitable donation to the local alien refugee group was in the news just yesterday; are you shifting L-Corp away from its anti-alien stance?”

“L-Corp has never had an anti-alien stance.” The single prototype they’d designed which might have been considered anti-alien had been scrapped well before production, thanks in large part to the blonde in the third row who was currently shooting daggers at the reporter from the Enquirer.

“I’m sorry, I meant LuthorCorp.”

Lena lifts her chin slightly but that’s the only indication she gives of her anger. “This is an L-Corp press conference about the Piezo project, Mr. Wright. I’ll answer any questions you may have on that subject.”

As a few other reporters try to vie for Lena’s attention, Lawrence shouts, “Are these donations meant to be reparations for your crazy brother? Or are they just to make you feel better about the guilt you bear and the blood behind the Luthor name?”

The hushed murmur that spreads throughout the room quickly turns into anger and other reporters begin to stand and drown out the man’s voice. Lena refuses to react to anything more from him and takes questions for several minutes, then thanks the press for attending and exits the room.

The journalists finish up their notes and the cameramen begin to take down their tripods and the microphones. Kara maneuvers through the crowd and filters out of the room, trailing after her target.

The man pushes through the glass doors and leans against the exterior wall of the building, lighting a cigarette and pulling out his smartphone.

Kara takes the cigarette from his mouth, tosses it on the concrete, and puts it out with her shoe.

“What the hell?” He starts for her, angry.

“No smoking within fifty feet.”

“Fuck off,” he snarls, stepping into her space.

She stands her ground. He's perhaps an inch shorter than she is and she uses that to her advantage, looking him in the eye. “What the hell were you doing in there?”

“Asking questions. It's what I do.”

“You have no reason to attack Lena for her brother’s crimes.”

He sneers. “I have plenty of reasons, starting with the fact that her last name is Luthor.”

“She is more than just her last name. She has more integrity in her little finger than you’ll develop your entire life. She held this press conference to show the innovation that L-Corp is driving to change the world for the better, and all you did was try to distract from that message.” She steps toward him, pleased when he leans back. “But you failed. L-Corp’s work will continue, with Lena at the helm. All you've done is disgrace your paper, which, seeing as it's a trashy tabloid, is really saying something.”

“Who the fuck are you anyway? You're from Catco, right? Why do you care?”

“I care because journalists are supposed to report the truth, promote the important stories and inform the public of what's happening in the world around them.” Kara crosses her arms. “You’re not a journalist. You're just a bitter columnist for a gossip rag, and while you might think that means you can do whatever you want, if you ever come after Lena Luthor like that again, I swear that I will destroy whatever career you think you have.”

He tries to take a swing at her, a wild right hook, but she steps back so he can't connect and he stumbles.

“I’m not going to fight you,” she sighs.

He rushes her and she sidesteps out of the way.

The two security guards who have been watching the display intervene now and take the man by the arms, escorting him off the premises and encouraging him to cool down.

Kara turns to enter the building and check on Lena, only to find the woman peering at her from the other side of the door.

“Hey,” she steps inside and walks with Lena away from the flow of traffic, “are you okay?”

“What was all that about?” Lena asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Just having a chat.”

“About destroying his career?”

Kara bites her lip. “You heard that?”

Lena gestures at the journalists milling around the lobby. “Everyone heard that.”

“Oh.” She scrunches her nose as she thinks about that. “Well. They all seemed pretty upset when he was being a jerk in there, so I bet any one of them would have said the same thing.” She settles her glasses to a more comfortable position on her nose. “It’s fine.”

“I appreciate the effort, Kara, but that wasn’t necessary.”

“Of course it was. You don’t deserve that. You are doing amazing things with L-Corp and everyone knows it’s on a much different path than it was before, which is all thanks to you.” She snorts. “He was just trying to create some sensationalist news story because he doesn’t know how to research and prepare a real article.”

“Well… thank you. I don’t think he’ll be making another appearance at any more of my press conferences.”

“Good.” Kara shoves her hands in the pockets of her jeans and tries to rid herself of the residual righteous anger. “Do you still have things to finish up here? Do you want to grab a late lunch?”

“We had lunch at noon, darling,” Lena reminds her, chuckling.

“Yeah, but… this is late lunch.”

Lena smiles. “Sure. Why don’t I take you out for potstickers, my valiant defender?”

Kara preens and accepts the title with a grin. “Seems fair.”

#my fic #supercorp #supercorp week #protective!kara

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