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Speak Now

Supergirl. Baby Danvers. Lena Luthor x B!D. Kara Danvers.

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Whoa.

She looks beautiful.

It hits you like a punch to the chest. No warning, no mercy. Just Lena. In white. Standing there like she’s already someone else’s, and it guts you in a way nothing else has.

Her dress is too bright. Too clean. Like it’s trying to blind you into looking away. Her hair’s pulled back, every pin a quiet little soldier holding the shape of a future you were never invited into. Pearls catch the light in her dark hair; tiny, glinting things that look like memories you never got to keep.

She’s staring at herself in the mirror like she doesn’t recognize the reflection. Like she’s trying to fake it. Make it real. Make this hers. She looks perfect, even though is shaped like a heartbreak.

No. Worse.

She looks like your dream—wrapped in silk and promises. A dream you’ve carried so close inside your mind it’s rewritten your memories, reshaped the way you breathe around her.

You don’t say any of that. You can’t. So you swallow the words like you always do, and it burns like bile when they go back down your throat.

Instead, you clear your throat. “Hey,” you try softly, like your heart isn’t screaming. “You sent for me?”

She turns. The smell of lavender hits you first. Hers. Familiar. Warm. But tonight, it smells like endings. Like something soft being whisked away.

The smile she offers is an imitation of a painted curve on lips you know so intimately. Tight, automatic, polite. Like another piece of jewelry she’s carefully put in place. You’ve lived entire days inside her real smiles, and this—this isn’t one of them.

“Yeah,” she says, her fingers tracing the delicate edge of her veil as if it’s made from thorns. “I couldn’t get this stupid thing to sit right. I could use your help.”

You cross the room without thinking. Like gravity. Like your body remembers her more than you do. Your hands move on autopilot while fixing, adjusting, pretending to focus on anything except her watery eyes. Pretending her skin doesn't burn your hands.

“Nervous?”

It slips out. You want to take it back the second it does.

She laughs. Sort of. A thin, shaky sound she tries to pass off as ease. “Everyone gets cold feet, right?” But she doesn’t believe it. Not for a second. You can see it in the way she studies her own reflection not with excitement, but like she’s checking for visible cracks.

“He’s good,” she says. “It’ll be fine.”

You nod quietly, even though you want to scream. Good isn’t enough. Fine isn’t love.

Why is she settling for so little, when love is standing right in front of her in a stupid pastel bridesmaid’s dress?

She’s twisting her hands together now. You want to reach out, hold them still, tell her it doesn’t have to be this way. The silent plea echoes in the hollow chambers of your heart. Don’t do this. Don’t marry him. Pick me instead. Please pick me.

But you don’t say it and you certainly don't reach out. Instead, you smile.

Because you love her. And sometimes, loving someone feels like a slow, agonizing death. Sometimes it feels like selfless acts. It feels like walking her to someone else and pretending your heart isn't breaking beyond recognition.

You’re still fiddling with her veil, your fingers clumsy and useless, tugging at nothing, smoothing edges that are already perfect, when her warm hand closes over yours. The touch sends a jolt through you. A painful reminder of the intimacy you’re about to lose.

“Hey,” she says, voice soft, so achingly soft, it nearly unravels the last threads of your composure. “It’s fine. I don't think this is ever going to be perfect.”

You freeze. The delicate lace suddenly burns against your skin.

And you can’t breathe. Because Lena always does this. Always says everything while saying nothing at all. Always gives you just enough to keep you guessing, but never enough to be sure.

Is she talking about the veil? The wedding? Her heart?

You wouldn’t know.

She’s looking at you now. Really looking. And you know—you know—she feels it too. That dangerous pull you've always felt around each other. The gravity of something you’ve both refused to name for years.

There’s a raw vulnerability in her eyes, something fragile and scared that says she’s one breath away from shattering. One breath away from saying something that would change everything. Something she might never be able to take back.

And for one unbearable second, the desperate urge to beg her overwhelms you.

Say it. Say it. Please just say it.

But she doesn’t.

So you blink, and the moment slips merciless.

You step back, a coward retreating from the battlefield of your own heart. You step back like you haven’t loved her quietly, fiercely, for years. Like your whole soul isn’t screaming her name into the silence of the room.

“Why didn’t you ask your maid of honor for help?”

A flicker of surprise crosses her face, quickly masked by a familiar politeness. She looks away, fingers smoothing her dress like she could iron out the wrinkles with sheer will alone.

“I didn’t want to stress Kara out,” her voice is soft, almost a whisper. “She already cried over the font in the Save the Date cards.”

She’s trying to make you laugh. You do. Sort of.

“Besides,” she adds, her gaze still averted, “I figured you’d be the one to tell me if I looked like a mess.”

Yeah, right. Like she would ever look like anything less than perfection.

“Still mad I didn’t pick you?” she teases. A light jab. She didn’t mean to sound like that, didn’t mean for it to ache. But it does. It always does, with her.

Because yes. Rao, yes. Every fiber of your being aches with the injustice of it. But not for the reason she thinks.

It’s not the Maid of Honor title that stings. Not the label. Not the rank—best friend after Kara and Sam, but still before Alex.

It’s that you were not considered for the part you wanted most.

It’s his title —Her partner, her lover, her future— you want. It's the name. The one she’ll sign beside his, over and over, a permanent reminder that she does not belong with you.

You want to scream your feelings, shatter this illusion, ruin this carefully orchestrated day. You want to rip the veil away and make her look—really look—and see the truth in your eyes.

But instead—

“No,” you say, the lie a lead weight on your tongue. “Kara would’ve cried if you didn’t pick her. I know my sister.”

She laughs again, a sound that’s real this time. A sound so yours it makes you furious that you’ll have to share it.

And then, before you can stop yourself…

“You look stunning.” You don’t even mean to say it. It just tears out of you, raw and reckless.

Her breath hitches, an almost imperceptible gasp.

“Yeah?” she asks, the word no louder than a hope. A fragile plea for reassurance.

You nod, your throat tight with unshed tears, your heart bleeding a slow, agonizing trail down your spine.

“Yeah. Beautiful—like you always do.”

Because that word—beautiful— encompasses everything: Her spirit. Her laughter. The way her eyes crinkle at the corners when she’s really, truly happy.

And you’re just supposed to let that go.

Lena’s gaze falls, her eyes locked on the way her hands twist in her lap. The white dress she was so careful with this morning is creased now, bunched between her fingers like she’s trying to wring the nerves out of herself.

The air thickens. Words hang there, unsaid, choking both of you.

“I don’t feel like me,” she says, so quietly you would've missed it if you weren't kryptonian.

You freeze. Every part of you goes still.

“I should,” she adds quickly, like she's trying to outpace the doubt. “I should. I’ve been planning this for months. I’m supposed to be glowing. But instead I just… what if I’ve been pretending so long I forgot what real even looks like?”

Your hands shake. The pin you’re still holding slips through your fingers and clinks against the floor, the sound so small that if the world hadn't stopped just now, no one would hear it.

There it is. The truth. The crack. The real Lena Luthor you've always known.

And every instinct in you screams: Reach for her. Hold her. Kiss her until she forgets his name and only remembers yours. Tell her: Then don’t go. Stay. Stay here, where real is waiting for you.

But you don’t. You bend down, slow and clumsy, and pick up the pin. You press it into place, sealing her into a future that has nothing to do with you.

“Lena, come on,” you say, and your voice sounds like someone else's, flat and distant, like it’s echoing through a tunnel. “You know what you’re doing. You’ve got this. This is what you've been preparing yourself for so long.”

Every word tastes like ash.

“Stop.” She jerks her head away, her voice sharp, sudden, desperate. Her eyes flash like something breaking open. “God, Y/N. Don't do that. I called for you because I thought—” Her voice cracks, and the sound of it feels like it physically tears into you. “I thought you’d tell me the truth. If I wanted that speech you're giving me, I would've called Sushine Danvers. ”

You look at her. At the mess of her dress, her trembling hands, the chaos flickering in her eyes. You look at her the way you always do. And it hurts.

“What do you want me to say?” Your voice is small, barely there.

“The truth.”

But the truth—the real, whole truth—is still locked inside you, pressed down beneath fear and history and the knowledge that loving her out loud might ruin your lives.

So you don’t give her all of it. You give her nothing.

“About what?” you ask, the deflection weak, your last defense already crumbling.

“This.” She waves at the room, at the dress, at herself, at everything closing in. “Tell me. Am I making a mistake?”

Your arms fall to your sides, useless. The veil you just pinned shifts, like even it knows it doesn’t belong here. She’s watching you with that look that sees too much. That quiet plea: Please. Please just say it so I don’t have to.

“Lena,” you whisper. Just her name. It feels like stepping up to the edge of something you won’t survive.

Because anything more—anything real—would break it all wide open.

She lets out a breath of a laugh, but there’s nothing soft about it. Just bitterness, just pain.

“Don’t you dare,” she says, and her voice is shaking now. “Don’t you dare look at me like that, with that look like you see right through me, and still lie.”

You want to scream. You want to cry. You want to pick her up in bridal style and fly away. Find a way. You want to take her somewhere where no one’s waiting and everything is quiet and honest and just for the two of you.

But instead, you give her the lie that finally kills you.

“No. You’re just nervous.”

And something breaks. Not loudly—but deeply. Quietly. Something that was beautiful in its almost-ness, that could’ve been something more, cracks and falls apart in both of you.

Lena closes her eyes, and a single tear escapes, trailing slowly down her cheek like it doesn’t want to leave either.

And you know that something inside her, something soft and brave and maybe yours, probably just died right there.

“I thought if you said it was right,” she says, her voice wrecked now, thick and trembling, “I’d believe it. I always believe you. But, alas…”

And you realize—too late, always too late—that she would’ve stayed. If you’d just been brave. If you’d given her something to hold on to.

But you didn’t.

And now she’s going to marry someone else, with your name still caught somewhere in her throat like something she never got to say.

And you’ll sit there, front row, with a smile that doesn’t belong to you. You’ll clap when they kiss. And the sound will echo inside the hollowed-out place where your heart used to be.

Before you even find the words, the ones that could undo whatever mistake you just made—

“Hey guys!”

A too-loud interruption slices through the suffocating silence.

Your sister bursts into the room like artificial sunlight, breathless and beaming, her cheerfulness too bright to be real. She’s nervous too—you can tell by the way her smile twitches at the edges. But when her eyes land on Lena, they soften instantly. That part is genuine.

“Ten minutes!” she announces, her voice falsely bright. “Oh, Lena, you look perfect. He’s going to absolutely lose it when he sees you.”

She beams, then points at you with mock sternness, missing entirely the raw ache clinging to the air.

“You—make sure she’s not late. I’m still trying to convince Esmé to toss the petals like a flower girl and not a tiny assassin.”

She turns to Lena, softening instantly, like she’s worried the joke might’ve gone too far.

“But don’t worry,” she adds, smiling. “Either way, it’s gonna be cute.”

Lena only nods. You manage a weak smile, your chest tight with pain.

“Don’t worry. I've got this.” The words feel cruel. You've got nothing.

Kara nods, satisfied, her mind already half-back in the chaos outside. She squeezes Lena’s hand, a final stamp of approval on a future that doesn’t include you and floats away, all light and nerves and misplaced hope.

The door clicks shut behind her.

Silence folds in again, heavier now, more aware of what it’s covering.

“Okay! Ten minutes! Let's make this sit right, so you can walk down the aisle.”

You reach for the veil, that delicate thing you tried so hard to fix, but Lena catches your hand mid-air.

“So,” she says, her voice too light, too fake, “you’re in charge of getting me to the aisle, huh.”

She laughs once. A single breath, sharp with irony.

“To be honest,” she whispers, voice lined with something aching, “I always thought you’d be the one to keep me from it.”

Your heart stutters. You search her face, desperate for some clue that this is a joke, a mistake, anything. But all you find is the raw truth—unhidden, undeniable. She’s stripped it bare. No more polite pretending.

Time stills. The air is thick, suspended between the before and the after.

“Lena…” you start, your voice barely there. Your fingers are still caught in hers—this fragile thread between you—and you don’t pull away.

Then, before fear can clamp down, before loyalty or logic or the memory of his face can stop you, it all cracks open.

“What do you want me to say?” you whisper, voice thick with unshed tears. “Tell me. I’ll do whatever you need. It is your day, after all.”

Something flickers in her eyes. Small. Barely visible.

“If you need me to get you to that aisle,” you go on, your voice trembling, “I will. In nine minutes. I’ll fix your veil. I’ll hold your bouquet. I’ll smile when you say yes no matter how I feel.”

She doesn’t let go of your hand.

“But if you don’t. If you want the truth—here, now, before you vow yourself to someone else…”

Your voice breaks.

“I’ll give you that too.”

The silence that follows is deafening. Electric. Years of longing collapsing into this breathless moment. You can feel your pulse everywhere. In your throat. Your hands. The space where her skin still touches yours.

“Which one do you want, Lena?” you ask, your voice low and breaking. “The lie—where I play the supportive friend? Or the truth—insane and real and bound to destroy everything? You have to choose, because I can’t give you both.”

She doesn’t hesitate.

“The truth. Finally tell me the truth.” Her voice is paper-thin, unraveling. “Please. I need to hear it. Just once.”

Her gaze drifts to the door. That future, so close she can almost touch it. But she’s still standing here.

Your chest tightens like a trap. Each breath is a struggle. You step closer, careful. She looks like she might shatter.

“I’m in love with you,” You confess.

The words land like a confession and a curse altogether. A prayer and a funeral bell. Not hope. Just the truth. Raw, sacred, inevitable.

She gasps, soft, sharp, believing. For the first time, her gaze drops. Then she looks up again—and the mask is gone. What’s left is Lena. Not the bride, not the one who's gonna take his last name.

“I know,” she says. Quiet. Broken. “I think… I think I’ve always known.”

And the unspoken question bleeds between you like smoke: Then why are you still giving yourself away?

“So what now?” you ask, barely holding it together. “Now you go out there and promise yourself to him? You walk down the aisle with him waiting at the end and not me?”

Each word is a blow, and she takes them all—flinching, silent, her throat working around something she can’t quite say.

“Is this what this is, Lena?”

“I—”

“Speak now or forever hold your peace. We have two minutes until go time. What’s gonna be?”

Your voice cracks on the last line. She looks at you, and there’s something new behind her eyes—something sharp and bright and terrified.

She exhales. And the breath she lets go isn’t a sigh—it’s surrender.

“I can’t do it,” she says, so quietly it doesn’t sound real. “I can’t walk down that aisle. Not when it’s not you.”

You blink once. Twice.

Her fingers tighten around yours, the veil still dangling from your other hand like some ghost of what almost was. She looks at it, then at you, and when she speaks, her voice is steadier this time, threaded with adrenaline and something that sounds dangerously close to resolve.

“Run away with me.”

“Lena, wait—”

“I mean it,” she says, stepping closer, closer, until there’s no air between you at all. “Take me anywhere that isn’t this. Anywhere I don’t have to lie with every step I take.”

The world narrows. Just her face. Her voice. Her hand in yours.

And you don’t think. You just act.

You drop the veil.

You pick her up.

You run.

Through the side door, past startled sisters and an unsuspecting Sam holding Lena's bouquet like a question mark. Down the corridor where laughter echoes in the wrong direction. Out into the sun, where the world still dares to be bright and blooming, unaware of how you're about to destroy this wedding.

You don’t look back.

And Lena laughs—really laughs—and it’s breathless and wild and so full of life it feels like the first time you’ve heard it. You glance down at her, her heels in one hand, the veil flying around you like a flag of rebellion, and she smiles at you like it’s the only thing that’s ever made sense.

You don’t stop running until your lungs burn and your laughters dissolves into gasps. You stop behind a brick wall, out of sight, hearts pounding in sync. The silence after the sprint is loud in your ears—like the world’s holding its breath with you.

She turns to you, flushed and radiant, hair wild, veil long gone. And when her eyes meet yours, everything stills.

You don’t speak. You don’t need to.

You kiss her. Soft. Certain. Not a question, not a maybe—just yes. Just finally.

She melts into it, one hand at your jaw, the other still clutching her shoes like she can’t let go of the ridiculousness of it all.

When she pulls back, her eyes shine. And she nods—smiling, radiant, real. Like someone who finally ran toward the right thing.

“Thank you for saving me,” she whispers. “I think I’ve been waiting for this my whole life.”

And in that moment, you're so glad you finally told the truth.

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6rookie-writer0110 · 5 months ago

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The ocean at our feet

Male Reader X Lena Luthor

Request - Can you do a MR! X lena Luthor fluff. R is Kara’s brother who came to earth with her when Krypton exploded, he also followed Kara to CatCo but became a Photographer instead of Assistant and when he met Lena became head over heels with her. Lena and R have a Lois and Clark style relationship until one day he saves her and reveals his identity to her

“I can't believe Cat left,” You said.

“I can't believe it, either. But you will like working there, just trust me. Lena will be a great boss” Kara said.

You knew that Kara was friends with Lena but you never met her. You and Kara used to live in Krypton, then went to Earth when Krypton exploded. You do wear glasses just like Kara and she is happy that you will work with her at Catco. You used to live with your sister but you moved out and she won't admit it but she does miss living with you.

You arrive at the company and she takes you to Lena’s office. Lena saw you and Kara walk into the office then she stood up, and walked toward you and Kara. She is smiling at you and you forgot how to say hi, you stare into her green eyes. Your body is feeling hot your heart is beating faster and faster. Lena said hi and she waiting for you to say hi back and tell her your name. You can't stop staring at her and you still don't say anything to her, then Kara taps your arm with her elbow.

“She asked your name,” Kara said.

“Oh-… My name is Y/N, I’m her brother” You said.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I know she is your sister because of her last name. Can I see your portfolio?” Lena said.

“Portfolio?” You asked.

“The big book, Y/N” Kara laughed.

“Oh!” You said.

You hand over your portfolio and Lena starts to look at the pictures carefully. You are feeling nervous that she is looking at your pictures and she doesn't say a word just yet. Lena doesn't look up just yet, but she can feel your eyes on her. Then she looks up and she looks at the camera around your neck. She thinks you are cute and she stares into your eyes for a few seconds.

“Y/n, you are very talented. I like how you capture the light and the moment in each picture. You got the job, as the new photographer” Lena smiled.

“Wow, thanks Ms Luthor,” You said.

You like how she says your name.

“Just call me Lena,” Lena said.

You nod then Kara gives you a hug and you can't stop smiling.

“Kara, I want you to work on an article with William Dey. It's about the new library opening in a neighborhood and they are giving away food for the families. And Y/N, you will come with me” Lena said.

“I will get on it” Kara smiled.

Kara left and you are feeling nervous again.

“Why me?” You asked.

“It's for work obviously, Y/N. Get your camera ready and let's go” Lena said.

You and Lena leave together and you sit next to her in the car. You smell her perfume and you like the scent. You never felt nervous around women before.

“We are going to a hospital for sick children. I need you to take pictures of them and everyone else and the hospital. We will need donations and posting pictures online will benefit the hospital” Lena said.

“I can do that. It's nice that you are helping them” You said.

“People deserve healthcare no matter what their financial status is,” Lena said.

“I understand,” You said.

You and Lena arrive at the hospital and you get the camera ready. You start to take pictures of the press conference and the guests. Lena gets on stage and you start to take pictures of her. Later, Lena starts to spend time with the sick kids and you start to take pictures of her with them. You start to like her even more because of how she likes to help people in need.

“Y/N, show me the pictures,” Lena said.

“Sure,” You said.

You start to show her the pictures and you watch her.

“Wow, Y/N each picture came out great and you didn't even edit the pictures yet,” Lena said.

“You are beautiful,” You said.

“Thank you, but you shouldn't say that to your boss,” Lena said.

“I’m sorry. I just blur out…”

“Y/N, calm down I’m not firing you,” Lena said.

“Sorry,” You said shyly.

“It’s alright. Get back to work” Lena said

“Yeah,” You said.

You continue to work and Lena starts to talk to the press again. Much later, you and Lena went back to the office. You start to edit the pictures then you stare at the screen and you stare at Lena’s eyes.

———

Lena would sometimes stare at you when you were not looking. She thinks you are cute but she doesn't want to cross the line between boss and employee. On the TV, everyone sees there is an explosion at a building and the fire is out of control. You and Kara stare at each other and then nod, you two sneak away and head to the elevator.

“Where are you two going?” Lena asked.

“Oh, umm we are going to cover the story,” You said quickly

You and your sister rushed to the elevator and you closed the door. You and Kara ran towards the alley and quickly changed. You and Kars fly toward the building on fire. Clark arrived and you two are happy to see him.

“Still no cape, Y/N?” Clark asked.

“Still trying to find my own style,” You said.

“I keep telling him, capes are cool but he is just being stubborn” Kara teased.

You start to work together with them saving people and putting out the fire. You saved a firefighter’s life, she almost fell inside the building when the ceiling fell and blocked the exit. Everyone started to cheer for you, Kara, and Clark.

Much later, you returned to the office and Lena asked questions about where you went. You lied about asking people about the fire and she did believe you. Now, she wants the article before morning then you texted Kara and told her what happened. She did help you, she wrote the article then you went back to take pictures of the building.

✫ ✯ ✬ ✫

You are working late and you just finished. Before going home, you see Lena in her office and you go into her office.

“Is everything okay?” You asked.

“I thought you went home,” Lena said.

“I thought the same for you. But i was editing some pictures. You seem sad, do you want to talk about it?” You said.

“I don't want to bother you and I’m sure your girlfriend is waiting for you at home,” Lena said.

“I don't have a girlfriend. But you can talk to me, I’m a good listener. Is it about your brother Lex?” You said.

You sit down next to her on the couch. You start to listen to her talk about her family drama and she likes that you are listening to her. She is surprised that you are single. You did change the conversation to make her laugh and she did laugh at your funny stories.

There would be times that you would stay late at work, to edit pictures. Lena would also stay late and work long hours and she would skip lunch.

“You didn't have to buy lunch for me, I’m your boss,” Lena said.

“I don't forget you are my boss. It’s passed eleven and it's nighttime and you skipped lunch. You are my boss from morning until eight at night, so right now just think of it as two friends having a late dinner together” You said.

Lena couldn't help to smile because of your response.

“What kind of pizza is it?” Lena asked.

“I didn't know what you liked so I picked pepperoni” You smiled.

“I do like pepperoni on my pizza. Okay, I will join you for dinner” Lena smiled.

You smiled and put the food on the table. She sits next to you, then you and Lena start to ask questions about each other. She is starting to have feelings for you but won't tell you tonight. After a while of eating and talking, you take her home.

“Thank you for taking me home,” Lena said.

“Anytime. I couldn't let you go home alone at this time, Lena” You said.

She briefly held your hand.

“Thank you and get home safe,” Lena said.

You are in shock that she is holding your hand.

“Bye,” You smiled.

You watched Lena go inside her building then you went home.

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Before heading to work, you noticed Lena following Morgan Edge. You start to follow Lena but she doesn't notice you just yet. You take pictures of Morgan Edge talking to Benjamin Lockwood. You have super hearing and you hear them talking Supergirl and your alter ego. Lena starts to walk away then she bumps into you, and you almost drop your camera.

“Y/N what are you doing here?” Lena asked.

“I can ask the same for you. I saw you following him then i started to take pictures. Why are you following him?” You said.

“We can't talk here, let's go,” Lena said.

You went to the office with Lena. She starts to tell you why she is following him.

“He is poisoning the water in the poor neighborhoods and lying about me. I wanted to catch him in the act so people can see it's him, not me” Lena said.

“Oh. We will figure out how to catch him, don't worry about it you can trust me” You said.

“I do trust you that you won't tell anyone,” Lena said.

“I won’t tell anyone,” You said.

“Okay. Get to work” Lena said.

You leave her office then you sit at your desk. You are thinking hard about how to get him to confess or catch him in the act. But you don't tell your sister about it and she has been very busy.

The next night, you started to follow Benjamin and Morgan. You caught them spilling toxic waste into the pipes and you started to take pictures of them. Then someone brings out Lena tied up and you take a picture. Now, you change clothes and they are about to hurt her. But you used speed to stop Benjamin from hurting her.

“You won't hurt anyone else,” You said.

“Where did you come from?” Benjamin asked.

You don't say anything and you start to fight Morgan and Benjamin. You used a metal pipe to tie them up but they are passed out. You easily punched them and they passed out.

“Lena, are you okay?” You asked.

The cops arrived and you ripped the zip tie around her wrists. You tell them what happened and they believe you and Lena. You pick up Lena and fly her to the office.

“Thank you, Y/N,” Lena said.

“What?” You asked.

“I know it's you. Because of your camera and the last letters on your camera,” Lena said.

You look at your camera, you forgot to take it off. You didn't think about it because you didn't want her to get hurt even if you were two seconds late.

“I was following them to get proof then I saw you. I didn't want them to hurt you and I forgot to take off my camera” You said.

“I thought you would deny it,” Lena said.

“I didn't want to lie to you, Lena,” You said.

“Thank you for not lying to me,” Lena said.

Lena slowly leans in and you feel her lips on your lips. She starts to kiss you and you start to kiss her back and her lipstick gets on your lips.

———-

You and Lena started dating in secret. But you two keep it professional at work and she doesn't give you special treatment. Tonight, you went to Lena’s condo to spend time with her. You and Lena are making tacos and she is having fun making tacos with you.

“I never made tacos before” Lena smiled.

She drinks her wine.

“Do you like making it?” You asked.

“With you, Yes I like making it” Lena smiled.

She gives you a peck on the lips. After dinner, you and Lena cuddle on the couch to watch a scary movie. She hides her face on your chest and you have your arm around her. Again, she hid her face in your chest, and she held on to your shirt.

“We don't have to finish the movie, I will watch it on my own I want to see how it ends,” You said.

You stopped the movie and she slightly moved away.

“I didn't expect the movie to be scary,” Lena said.

“You didn't have to yes to watch a scary movie. We could have watched a chick-flick movie” You said.

“I do like other genres of movies not just chick flicks, Y/N” Lena said.

“I know, i was just teasing. We could play a game? Have any board games or cards?” You said.

“I have a game called Jenga, it belongs to your sister and she forgot to take it home. We could play that game” Lena smiled.

“Let’s play” You smiled.

She takes out the game and you start to set it up. You and Lena became competitive and she doesn't stop smiling at you. Lena is happy that doesn't have to change who she is with you and you accept everything about her. Lena won the first round then you and Lena started to play again.

A bit later, she asked you to stay the night. You cuddle with her in bed while talking, and you and Lena start to kiss each other. She has her leg on top of you and you two are smiling at each other. Your hand is under her shirt and she has her hand on your cheek and she kisses you again.

✫ ✯ ✬ ✫

It’s starting to get cold in National City because it's December. You and Lena are in a serious relationship and taking it slow. You are happy that you are able to tell her stories about when you used to live on Krypton, she does enjoy the stories.

“You didn't celebrate Christmas on Krypton?” Lena asked.

“No. We didn't have Earth holidays on my planet. When I got to Earth, Eliza introduced us to Earth holidays and I liked Halloween, Christmas, and summer because I got to play with fireworks. Do you have Christmas traditions?” You said.

“No. Mother and Lex are not the types to celebrate holidays to spend time with family. Mother was busy with work and Lex well… he just didn't have much time with me besides playing chess. I was shipped to boarding school and spent the holidays alone” Lena said.

“Oh, well that wasn't fun to spend the holidays alone,” You said.

“I got used to it,” Lena said.

You used your strength to move the tree where she wanted it. Then you and Lena start to decorate the tree together and she is happy that she is with you on the holidays. After decorating the tree, you start to put Christmas decorations on the wall while she puts decorations on the shelves of the fireplace. Then you and Lena started to bake Christmas cookies together.

You are spending more nights at Lena’s condo. She did make space for your clothes and items in the closet and bathroom. She takes a shower and then puts on your hoodie to be warm. She is lying on her side and you are on your side behind her, and you have your arm around her and her fingers go between your fingers.

The next day, you and Lena leave the city for the weekend. She booked a hotel in a small town just to be alone. It started to snow, you decided to convince your girlfriend to build a snowman. You tried to roll a big snowball, but you missed-placed your foot, and you fell on top of the snowball.

“Not funny, Lena,” You said.

“It is funny, that's why I'm laughing” Lena giggled.

She does help you stand up. Then she started to wipe the snow off you then she kissed you on the lips.

“Better?” Lena smiled.

“No” You smiled.

“Let me try again,” Lena said.

She grabbed your scarf and she started to kiss you.

A bit later, after playing in the snow, you and Lena went to a skating rink, she held your hand while skating with you.

“I haven't done this in many years,” Lena said.

“Last time I did it, I was a teenager,” You said.

You stopped.

“What’s wrong?” Lena asked.

“Someone is in trouble, they are yelling for help,” You said.

“Go, I will wait,” Lena said.

“Grab dinner and wait for me at the hotel,” You said.

You kiss her on the lips before she says something, and you quickly leave. You changed into your suit and you went to save a family from almost driving off the cliff. Then someone needed help, their car got stuck on the train tracks and you stayed out for a while saving people. Lena did buy dinner and she headed back to the hotel.

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Lena planned a toy charity event, people are donating toys and other items to the kids in the hospital. You are taking pictures and you have a Santa hat on your head and a Christmas vest that Lena bought for you. Kara is at the event and sees you sneak away but at first, she doesn't you are following Lena. Kara got curious and started to follow you toward the hallway which was isolated, then she gasped.

“You kissed Lena!” Kara said too loud.

Some of Lena’s lipstick is on your lips.

“Were you following me?” You asked.

“Don’t change the subject. Wait, are you two dating?” Kara said.

“Yes, I’m dating your brother and no one else knows about us,” Lena said.

“This is great. I’m in shock but I’m so happy for you two. Why you didn't tell me?” Kara said.

“I was going to tell you,” You said.

“You can't tell anyone, we have to be professional,” Lena said.

“I won't tell anyone. But they need you to make a speech, go now”’ Kara said.

Lena left to make a speech and you wiped your lips.

“We should head back,” You said.

“You are in love with Lena” Kara teased

“What-… no I’m not in love” You lied.

“Yes, you are. So cute you try to deny it but I know you are in love” Kara giggled.

“I haven't told her yet that I’m in love with her. And she is about my powers but I didn't tell her that you have powers also, but I think she knows about it” You said.

“She is smart, but I think I should tell her. But I’m happy for you, I thought after what happened with your last ex you stopped looking for love” Kara said.

“Lena is different and she isn't just anyone. I told her not to give me special treatment at work but she did buy this watch for me as an early Christmas gift” You said.

You show your sister the watch and she gasped.

“I saw this watch online it cost over ten thousand dollars” Kara gasped.

“I didn't ask for it, she just surprised me with it,” You said.

“You should invite her to meet Eliza for Christmas” Kara smiled.

“Good idea. Mom will like her” You said.

You call Eliza ‘mom’ and Kara just calls her by her first name. You and Kara head back and you start to take pictures of everyone and the gifts for the kids and their families. Much later, you go to Lena’s condo and you invite her to meet Eliza for Christmas and she agrees to go.

“Do you think she will accept our relationship?” Lena asked.

You wrap your arms around her waist and she puts her arms around your shoulders.

“Of course, she will accept you and our relationship. You are beautiful, smart, funny, and caring. I can go on about why she will like you” You smiled.

She kissed you on the lips.

“And you are handsome, funny, a bit nerdy, and smart” Lena smiled.

You kiss her and she doesn't stop smiling.

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primeofprimes115 · 6 months ago

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Fresh Start - Supergirl x Male Reader

Note: Fluff/Wholesome 🥰

Coming from an Earth where it had been put into an almost, hell-like experience due to the many conflicts and battles that had took place within what was a beauty of life, now nothing but rubble and chaos incarnate, cities in dust and fires that seemed to never snuff out.

There was once a civil war that broke out between good alike, turning into a huge war over a disagreement in the way encounters should be dealt with, how criminals should be facing justice instead of being executed without parole, without proper justification.

Casualties were amount the millions-to-billions in this eternal conflict, a war that had lasted for a long time, many good and bad men and women died in this war alone, many innocents killed and caught within the crossfire.

Cities laid in rubble and dust throughout the entire Earth, some still stood but they weren't the same as they were before.

Y/N dreamed for a fresh start of some sort, his childhood ruined due to this eternal conflict which led to his growing abilities to shape matter into reality, shape weapons of any kind, able to weave matter as much as he wanted.

The war between former allies had raged on for years to come, even still when he was growing up, it still continued... At least up until the day of his sacrifice that is.

Having lost many of his family as he grew up due to the ongoing war, Y/N opted to stay behind and manually detonate a superweapon that was developed by the enemy, a weapon that would've wiped the rest of humanity out if it were to be deployed, a weapon of mass destruction that could potentially crack the Earth in half if used again in that case.

No one could believe that Lord Superwoman would ever go to that extreme to end the war that quick after many years, even with her powers dimming down due to the long exposure to Gold Kryptonite that her enemies had been using against her and those who were infused with Kryptonian blood cells to further make her army of followers powerful, she would risk wiping out the rest of humanity if it meant to win the war, it was always about wiping out the weak where the strong will thrive. If only her brother were to see what she was doing those days after he was killed, murdered.

Most of her followers, both are and without Kryptonian powers, had deemed it madness and decided to flee, before it caught the wind of the Resistance, leading to Y/N's noble sacrifice.

It all would've went quietly but Lord Superwoman was eager to prevent him from destroying her weapon of mass-destruction, all the blast doors had been sealed shut, keeping her inside with him alone until the detonation count goes to zero.

It was a tough and rough fight, Y/N sustaining many major injuries but he kept going, pushing himself past his limit, wanting to avenge all the people Lord Superwoman had killed in her efforts.

It was a far stretch, but Y/N managed to put up more of a fight, just until the detonation went off, taking her out with him, ending the war...

But that wasn't the last of Y/N... Unbeknownst to the Resistance, the detonation started a chain reaction which combined with many other unfinished projects regarding space travel and dimensional gateways created through machinations, it triggered a portal to be open, Lord Superwoman was closer to the explosion than Y/N was, which the dimensional gateway that opened had pulled Y/N in quick enough for him to escape through as he laid there, bleeding out with a smirk on his face, body sustaining many wounds.

The dimensional portal surprisingly saved him, taking him through an entire loop through space-time itself, before he eventually passed out from his wounds as his body travelled through the rift...

Eventually...

He arrived to an Earth quite similar to his, but not plunged in war and with some massive differences.

The rift had appeared on many radars across the States, one specific radar within the Hall of Justice itself. The rift had opened and spat out many debre and Y/N's dying body onto the Earth, within a city called National City, the city that a certain blonde, wavy haired female Kryptonian who wears a red cape and symbol much like a certain Man of Steel who was still alive in this reality, protected as the city's sole protector going by the name; Supergirl.

It was her who arrived to the scene first, investigating what she had picked up with her super hearing, eventually having flown over to the destination where she first heard the big boom, which had caused minor disruption throughout National City.

"It's like a... Battle happened here" Supergirl noted loudly with her cape fluttering behind her softly, scouting out the place as she stayed afloat from the ground, eying up metal-like-debre that was spreaded across the destination nearby the city itself.

She wasn't expecting to find anyone within the debre, she only investigated due to the loud disruption she heard while she was out doing her normal things, gaining a call from her cousin since she was the closest to the disturbance, saying he'll be there with some Leaguers to assist if necessary.

The noise was a job for Supergirl to investigate after all, it could be dangerous, and eventually... She found something, or someone in that regard.

Her super hearing picked up a faint heartbeat, faint as in the person was dying, deeming her to quickly rush over to find an unconscious and dying male, with many injuries left upon him like he had fighting in hell in her eyes.

Supergirl wasted no time carefully picking up the male and immediately called her cousin whilst carrying the male, detailing she found someone who was in critical condition and was bringing him to a nearby hospital...

But Clark stopped her and told her to bring the male back to the Hall of Justice for treatment instead. As odd as it may sounded, Kara decided not to question her cousin. Clark did mention it was a dimensional rift that had been detected on the radar, whoever this young male was, they needed to know if he was friend or foe, a hospital would be a bad idea to hold a stranger who popped out from a rift after all.

Soon enough, she brought the male back and it wasn't long enough until he awoke, with most of his wounds healed due to some magic being used on him to heal most of the damage done to his body.

His eyes shot open seeing some unfamiliar faces and shot right up in a panic, thinking he was being experimented on until a shadowy figure stepped in and it calmed down the young male almost immediately, with his eyes widening further.

"Impossible" he muttered, looking up and down a man wearing a cape and cowl colored in black. "Bruce?" he looked like he seen a ghost, causing the Caped-Crusader to frown judgmentally at the name the young man called him by.

"Wait... Did he just call you by your identity, Bats?" Hal Jordan looked toward the World's Greatest Detective.

"That's impossible, you should be..." he then looked at Hal Jordan. "You also should be..." his eyes turn to some more familiar faces, some he hadn't seen since he was a kid, some he seen that survived and died during the war on his Earth. "Am I in... Heaven? Or is this some cruel experiment?" he questioned to himself, ignoring everyone else in the room.

"I don't see why this would be a 'cruel experiment', whoever you are" an optimistic voice spoke to the young male, one face he once looked up to when he was a kid, and heartbroken the day that this one man had been murdered. "And... I don't know what type of heaven this would be, you're in the living world".

"Superman?" the young male said with a shocked expression before it disappeared. "I-I-I don't understand, you were killed. Murdered by Lillian Luthor, before Superwoman-"

"Wait, wait, wait... Murdered?" The Flash, Barry Allen, questioned. "He's standing right here, like right now".

"He's from another dimension" Batman quickly interjected after a quick observation of the young man's body language.

"And how do you know that?" Hal questioned.

"Isn't it obvious, Hal?" Barry zipped to Hal's left. "He's Batman".

"I also had the same feeling" Superman stated.

The young man observed his surroundings, his eyes spotting the magician, Zatanna and a few others like Blue Beetle aka Ted Kord before he began to feel something off within himself.

"Wait... Why can't I sense my energy?" the young man said to himself, grabbing everyone's attention. "Did any of you take my powers?!" he said with a tone that demanded an answer.

"You have abilities?" Ted Kord asked with an intriguing tone. "Nothing appeared on the scanners after Supergirl brought you in".

Y/N painfully laid down on the bed he was laying down upon since waking up from it, a small grunt escaping his throat as he looked confused but terrified of the reality that he was now thinking.

"You're saying... My powers are gone?" he said with a disheartened tone, realizing his healing factor wasn't working either, which already answers his question...

"The scanners we have installed would've detected if you had any or not" Batman approached the young man. "I... We... Want some answers... Who are-".

"I think we should let the kid rest for now, Bru-Batman" Superman subjected, placing a strong hand on the Caped-Crusader's shoulder. "Questions can come later, don't you think? He's not a threat from what I can see" the Man of Steel remained optimistic as ever in a situation like this.

"It's fine... Bruce can ask me" the young man tried sitting up but failed as he seethed in wrenching pain. "Argh! Dammit!".

"Woah, easy there, kiddo. I wasn't exactly done healing your wounds before you rudely awoke without warning" Zatanna's hands were open to him, easing to calm him further with her soft voice.

"Like I said, you should probably rest, son" Superman suggested. "The questions can come later, uh-".

"It's Y/N... Y/N Bridger" the young man gave out his name to everyone.

"Y/N. Yes, like I mentioned, the questions can come later. Zatanna can continue to heal your injuries" Superman continued, as the name suggested he had heard something similar before.

"Hey, do I know you from somewhere? You remind me of Giovanni Zatara, the Magician. The name sounds very canny" the young male asked the superhero magician.

Zatanna smiled in response. "Giovanni is my father, I'm Zatanna, but you can call me Zee" she answered with a soft-spoken voice. "I'd advise you lay down for now, don't try sitting up, let the rest of my magic do its work to heal you" she told him.

"Oh he was a good man, fought to the end he did" he mumbled which alarmed Zee and the others around him. "I gotta ask, who saved me again? As much as I would love to chat with some legends here, I'd like to know who it was who saved me, again. I swear is it just me or did I hear that man in the blue spandex with an... Odd looking beetle say that Superwoman saved me, right? We uh... Well" he changed the subject. "Or was it... Supergirl if I heard that correctly?"

Before his question would be answered, a blonde haired woman, donning the same symbol as Superman, even the same colors on her suit, had walked in with her cape billowing behind her as she strutted on in.

"Speaking of the devil" Superman smiled towards his cousin.

"Heard my name being called, what's the catch?" Supergirl asked before the Flash scooted out of the way, standing in her view to see the young man she saved from the brink of death, awake. "Oh, he's awake" she gasped before a little smile crept at the corner of her mouth. "I was wondering why I was hearing a new voice".

Y/N couldn't even keep his eyes off her as soon as she was in view, out of everyone else in the room, she stood out the most in his eyes. "Uh... Hi" he slightly waved at the Girl of Steel. He eyed her up and down, taking note of her choice of fashion when it came to her suit, sky blue top with a thump hole in each sleeve and her custom-made S shield on her top, a red cape much like her cousins, only yellow outlined with her custom-made S shield, red high boots, red skirt with the golden V-shaped belt was something he never even thought someone would wear for a costume, but her overall beauty is what attracted him to her.

"Hi" she waved back sheepishly with a smile on her face.

"Y/N here was just asking who had brought him here, and now that you're here? I think he knows who did" Superman answered Supergirl's question earlier.

"Oh, right" Supergirl then answered, before looking at the boy. "That was me" She lightly chuckled. She had to admit that the boy did look handsome, especially with the little scar on his face. She swore she wouldn't catch feelings from just looking at some young man, as she learnt her lesson last time when it did happen. "It's good to meet you, Y/N".

But she couldn't help herself... Much.

"It's good to meet you too! But I just wanted to say... Thank you, there's a lot for me to explain but... Yeah... Thank you, Supergirl" he sent his gratitude toward the Girl of Steel, resulting with a little faint of pink flush across her cheeks. "I... I don't know how I ended up here, but... I think I remember what happened that's now brought me here as much is my head is still foggy. I can explain as much as I can in a short time, if any of you don't mind?".

"I suppose some information wouldn't hurt"...

This however wouldn't be the last time he'd ever see the Girl of Steel, or any of the Justice League for that matter. Upon recovering slowly at the Hall of Justice, answering questions that needed to be answered and gaining trust from other Leaguers, he spent most quality time recovering while Supergirl would regularly visit him every so often.

Y/N wasn't expecting it at all for her to visit him if she could, it was a welcomed surprise to have some company and someone to chat to about anything, even sharing her name with him almost immediately showed how much she already trusted him.

While Batman found it a little alarming for her to be trusting someone that quick without much known about him, Superman however found it rather pleasing to see Kara be this interested in him, he was happy to see how much she wanted to give him company, thinking he needed some since he was alone mostly during his recovery stage, it was a nice gesture, something he would've done if no one else stepped in.

It was quite obvious that Supergirl had a liking to him, her cousin knew, her friends knew, even her adoptive parents knew something about their daughter having some feelings for a young man once again.

No more than two weeks later that Y/N had recovered mostly, but he was saddened by the fact his powers were gone, he hoped they'd come back to him one day but he doubted it after some comforting words.

The League offered to help Y/N get accustomed to his newer surroundings after he was cleared and was trusted to leave, which was when Supergirl thought of an idea on helping him with his newer surroundings, which was a nice gesture for her to even think of.

Superman approved of the idea, even brought up the idea of Y/N having his own apartment paid for him where he could stay for now until he can figure out what he wants to do in his newer life, as Y/N admitted he didn't want to go back to his Earth, he wanted to stay here, try to live a normal and quiet life.

He often thought of a fresh start, but this? It felt rewarding in a way, it felt so much closer to the Earth he knew as a child, not the war-torn Earth he knew after his own Superman died, then all hell broke loose after that.

Kara opted to help him settle into National City, using her secret identity - - Kara Danvers - - as a way to help him navigate through the public without drawing much attention to himself when he hangs out with Supergirl, this city's own sole protector.

What was clear enough was that Kara wasn't too great at trying to keep her little feelings for him, hidden around others, there was times she'd talk about him freely around her friend; Barbara Gordon, formally Batgirl, now Oracle. Babs had a feeling Kara would fall head over heels for yet another boy, she only hoped that this boy wouldn't use her like the last one did.

Her cousin had already known, he could see it clear as day.

Another week turned into a month... And Y/N had his idea of being settled into his newer surroundings, he was happy to have some company help him, navigate him through most things he never got to see as a child, meet new people and get in on some action when necessary, though he was risking his life in doing so.

Kara did scold him once for it but couldn't stay angry at him for that much longer, he was a hero himself, with or without his powers, she felt bad but Y/N made it clear she didn't need to feel bad about scolding him. He was just doing what heroes do, help people and one another...

"I gotta say..." the boy's words hanged in the air as the wind intensified slightly, feeling himself in the air. "The view from here is beautiful" his arm tightened around Kara's waist as they together, soared through the sky thanks to Supergirl's efforts.

The Maid of Might softly laughs at his choice of words. He had seen the view from where she flew plenty of times already, the first time she ever shown him this view was, in his words, "breathtaking", and still he finds it just that.

"We can go higher like last time, above the clouds. Up, Up and Away" she offered.

"Y'know what? Go for it!" he said with optimism, sounding like a good offer in his mind.

The girl smiled while looking up, putting her fist up in front of her as she began to soar upwards, higher above the city than they were before, Y/N wrapped his other arm around her waist as they went up.

A playful giggle escaped from Kara as her cape flowed behind her more, along with her skirt and golden locks.

It didn't take long until Y/N found himself high above the clouds, now looking at his surroundings before his eyes fell onto Kara's, taking in the angelic view he could see right in front of him and around him.

The sky was dancing with colors, dancing with pink, orange and blue altogether as the two were high above the clouds, alone together, with no one to see or interrupt them at all. The only sound being heard was the breeze of the wind and Kara's cape fluttering within it.

Kara smiled as she looked into his eyes, trying to look for something, thinking she saw something in his eyes before she ultimately decided to take him on a flight yet again.

"Y'know? I always imagined I'd get a fresh start one day, after the war on my Earth was over... But this?" he pauses for a moment to take in the view in front of him, making sure to look into Kara's eyes more deeply. "This I wasn't expecting to be my fresh start... Starting with meeting and getting to know... You".

Kara's eyes gleamed with joy as she smiled quite happily, she really wanted to tell him how much she liked him but didn't know how to, so she just kept her cool for now until what he had to say was over.

"I mean... You saved me from the brink of death like... Almost two months ago, I don't know how many times I've said thank you but... I suppose saying thank you again wouldn't hurt, would it?" he asked.

"I suppose, but honestly, you didn't need to say it more than once. I know how grateful you are" she nodded, keeping her smile up. "I'm glad we met, I'm glad to hang out with you too... Yeah" Kara burst into a big smile with her cheeks flushing a little pink that bloomed.

"Me too, Supes..." he said, lowering his voice to that of a little, calm whisper. "Me too" he repeated, while unknown to his own mind, he had slightly drawn his face a little closer to hers whilst looking into her sky blue pearls within her eyes.

The Maid of Might soon took notice of his unbeknownst action of his face drawing a little closer to hers, her eyes widened a little slightly before setting back to a calmer expression, drawing her face closer to his.

There was a point where the both stopped for a moment as Kara's hand softly caressed the young man's cheek, right where his little "cute" scar was, she always thought scars looked a little cool but when it came to Y/N? She found it cute that he had a few, though one of his scars is one he hates to be reminded of, a reminder of loss, she best avoids touching it as she doesn't want to bring horrible memories back up to him.

"What's stopping you?" Y/N then broke the silence with a soft whisper, knowing well that she wanted this more than he did, he had a feeling all along that Kara's motives around him were an act of liking him more than a friend, at least the one time she slipped and made it obvious that she was crushing on him last week when she cuddled into him, using her cape as a backup blanket for the both of them.

Kara treated him with so much kindness and protected him for almost two months now, it was no wonder as to why he was so attracted to her also, unlike her? He was good at keeping it unknown...

Until now that is.

"Nothing..." She cooed with a smile creeping across the corners of her lips. "Just admiring the view" she continued before blinking slowly.

Eventually, not even a minute goes by, she gave in and gently pressed her lips on his, feeling the need for his lips on hers, soon closing her eyes as she feels Y/N give into her soft lips on his, pushing deeply into hers gently also.

She had a feeling he's done this before, but it didn't matter to her right now, she only wanted to feel this feeling with him.

Her left hand rested on his shoulder while her other still caressed his cheek, still feeling his arms wrapped around her as they stayed afloat high above the clouds, the wind blowing any pieces of fabric like her skirt and cape, fluttering behind her.

Her golden locks flowed like a golden cape along with her skirt and cape, as if the wind knew it was the right moment to make her look angelic.

A minute passes by and with a soft smack of lips separating, Kara rests her forehead on Y/N's, wearing a golden smile.

"I suppose my fresh start is gonna be more rewarding than I thought. Who would've thought, huh?" Y/N noted playfully, making Supergirl lightly giggle at his choice of words.

"Who would've?" she played along before the two laughed softly at each other. "Care to go again?" she asked to kiss again with a little smirk on her face, wanting to feel his lips once more with his permission.

"I think you already know the answer to that"...

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thinking1bee · 11 months ago

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Supergirl Masterlist

Kara Danvers x Reader

Alex Danvers x Reader

Lena Luthor x Reader

Kara Danvers x Lena Luthor

Andrea Rojas x Reader

Supercorp x Reader

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black-dragon1998 · 1 year ago

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Hell must be paid

Synopsis: (Y/N) is a ruling crime boss in National City and the alpha of the city's werewolf pack. When her lover Morgana(let’s pretend she is in this multiverse and the twin sister of Lena Luthor, who stayed behind in Ireland) gets hurt, somebody has to pay.

Two sets of headlights illuminated the night sky as they drove in unison to the docks. The first car stopped with screeching tyres making it stop abruptly and rattle forward in front of the pier,. The figure behind the steering wheel stepping out of the car and looked at the scene around her, knowing it was a cliché but a good cliché.

As she approached the trunk of her car, five guys came out of the other vehicle and set up a perimeter. Blending so into the shadows that if she couldn't sense them (Y/N) wouldn't even know they were there. But (Y/N) could tell all her men apart just by smell. That is how she caught the rat.

Before opening the trunk (Y/N) gave her surroundings a once over. She wouldn't want unwanted guests at her party. Opening the trunk, she ignored the body, pretending to be unconscious. Her acute senses could tell the difference, but she would give him his false sense of security. No, first, she had some things to set up. (Y/N) grabbed the chains and heavy weights from next to the man and threw them at the end of the docks. She was letting them fall with a loud clang.

People always said she had a flair for dramatics. It also gave her time to calm down a little and go over what she was going to do to the dead man before he became a dead man.

Thinking back at what the low life in her car had done made her blood boil, and she could not help but think of who it had almost cost her.

When (Y/N) was sure she wasn't going to rip his guy's throat out, she went to pull him out of the car.

Looking down at the man (Y/N), she watched the man who almost took everything from her a couple of hours ago. She waited for him to look her in the eyes.

She knew who the guy was when her men picked him up: James 'Jimmy' Olsen, a former associate of the Kent Clan. What (Y/N) had heard as of late was that he was working for the Danvers sisters.

James finally opened his eyes after (Y/N) glared at him for a few minutes. He was trying not to show his fear, but (Y/N) knew better. She could practically taste his fear.

"Mister Olsen, how nice of you to stop pretending." (Y/N) said in a sweet voice and kind smile, knowing he wouldn't buy it. The smile dropped when he didn't answer.

"I suggest, Mister Olsen, that you don't look a gifted horse in the mouth. To begin with, you are already on thin ice. So don't throw my kindness in my face." (Y/N) half growls as she grabs him by the shirt collar and lifted him out of the trunk like he weighed nothing more than a trash bag. (Y/N) Threw him toward the weight and chains. He comes down while scraping over the ground. Because his hands and feet were bound, he couldn't prepare himself and landed face first, cutting him up just a bit.

Not even a curse. someone had done this before.

(Y/N) hiked over to him, making her footsteps be heard so he knew she was coming closer. She grabbed James roughly by the shoulder and forced him on his back, with her looming over him—eyes just a little too bright in the night and teeth just a little too sharp.

"what do you want from me?" James asked, trying to get away. The hand on his shoulder prevented him from getting very far.

with the poor lighting around them it was like a demon staring down at him, and he had to do everything he could not let his fear show. With the cocky look, James saw on your face, he knew you could tell anyway.

"I think you know what I want from you, Mister Olsen. Seeing as where my men caught you." Patience was not your strong suit; buy you could be when you had to be.

"your men snatched me off the street with no good reason." James started to struggle, trying to get free. He got nowhere, however, except for being slammed back into the ground.

"No, my men picked you up because you smelled like the explosives that set one of my warehouses on fire tonight. A wolf's nose never lies, Mister Olsen. So, who sent you?" He stayed silent and glared at (Y/N), making her furious. Did the little prick even know what he had almost done tonight, who he had nearly cost her?

If he wouldn't talk to save his life, maybe something else could rattle his cage.

"I heard your sister and her wife adopted a little girl recently." That seemed to strike a nerve because he started to fight like an animal. Making (Y/N) smile.

"you bitch. Keep away from my family!"

"I will if you tell me what I want to know…"

A car approaching them pierced the silence. As the vehicle stopped, a chorus of growls could be heard. The person getting out didn't seem to care as they came closer. (Y/N) craned her neck to the side as the mystery person got closer.

"Let him go (Y/N)." Just a little bit of her Irish accent came through, but otherwise, she sounded exactly like Morgana.

"Well, if it isn't the poster child of the Luthor clan herself. Oh, wait, you are nothing more than the breeding bitch of the youngest Danvers now. Here to save the boy toy? (Y/N)' s mouth turned into a loose grin, more teeth than a smile and a mocking tone.

Eyes rooming over Lena's body. Except for the suit and straight hair, she looked exactly like Morgana.

Morgana who was lying unconscious in a hospital bed after a wall collapsed on her. Caused by an explosion ripping through the warehouse, James Olsen had set on fire.

When Lena noticed (Y/N) wasn't budging, she repeated her request, making (Y/N) laugh.

"You knew me, Lena. Mercy isn't in my book." (Y/N) said. Her attention went back to the man under her. She put the chains around the weight before rapping the weights around James, making her intentions very clear.

"if I let him go, what would that do to my reputation?" (Y/N) could feel her rage build the longer Lena was around. Her scent resembled her wounded lover, setting her inner animal on edge.

Lena was smart enough not to get closer. Sensing that (Y/N) was getting more agitated. Slipping from being a brutal bitch to the animal that dwelled inside.

“(Y/N)! whatever you think James has done…"

"You mean setting my warehouse on fire?" It took Lena a little too long for (Y/N) 's liking to come to James's defence.

"so the Danvers sisters set you up for this, Jimmy." (Y/N) says, looking down at James.

Hoisting him up with one arm, she dangled him over the water.

"And here I thought we were getting somewhere in our meetings."

“(Y/N) please! James was ill-informed. He thought your men were responsible for something my brother did."

"the beating of Winn Scott? That's what this is all about." (Y/N) didn't know if she wanted to scream or laugh.

"the warehouse was empty. I checked!" James yelled, his brave demeanour cracking as he dangled in the air over the water.

"you know what is stored next to that warehouse?" Lena noticed (Y/N) 's demeanour growing colder and becoming more dangerous.

"How should I know!" James was getting frantic.

"next to that warehouse, they stored car batteries. When they caught fire, they exploded. Injuring a very important person to me." That sends Lena's mind into overdrive. Only so many people could get this strong reaction out of you. Before anything else could be said, one of (Y/N) 's men emerged from the shadows.

"boss, she is awake." Lena could feel the heaviness of those words. (Y/N) stepped back from the edge and let James fall to the ground without a second thought. She was walking away before he even hit the ground. When she passed Lena, she stopped for just a moment.

"This isn't forgotten. If Morganna doesn't fully recover, I will see this little stunt as an act of war. Also, you can consider our meeting over and get your men out of my territory within the next 2 hours, or I will consider them fair game." With that, (Y/N) got into her car and sped off.

Lena caught her breath momentarily, not knowing she was holding it. She got to James and helped him out of his binds.

"I hope for all our sakes, James, that Morgana isn't that injured; otherwise, we have a war on our hands. Also, you can explain this to Alex when we get back."

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wireheadbird · 7 months ago

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Late

(DC) Lena Luthor x reader

Warnings: Mentions of death, mentions of gun, terminal illness, mentions of alcohol, angst, not proofread yet.

Summary: Y/N has a terminal illness, Lena offers to make a cure. 1258

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You called in sick for yet another day, allowing yourself to sulk in your despair. What else is a person meant to do once informed they have little time in their pathetic mortal life?

You and Lena weren’t that close anyway it was more of an employer and employee type of relationship. Perhaps with a few game nights with her friends here and there but that barely happened. Lena had tried calling you a few times but you let it ring. You watched it ring. What would you say if you picked it up anyway, ‘Hey I’m dying hope you don't mind me missing a few days’.

For days on end Lena would call every few hours, along with concerned friends of hers. She was surrounded and loved by so many people, what difference would it make if it were one less.

Nonetheless, Lena rummaged through her employee files till she found yours, scanning through it for your address and writing it down. She’s quick to gather her stuff and speed out the company building to your place with a casserole in hand. Once she arrives she knocks on the door only for it to open, seemingly unlocked, she double checks the sticky note for the apartment number in concern. A-401.

You were a very cautious person, there's no way you would leave your apartment unlocked. She knocks once more before letting herself in and calling out your name, shutting the door behind her. Looking around at the dark apartment she notices how bottles of different colors and sizes littered the living room.

Her attention instantly spikes when she sees movement out of the corner of her eye, you stand there. Your disheveled figure leaning against the wall lit up by the light from the hallway you just came out from. Just as she was about to step towards you, concern etched on her face, you raise pointing your gun at her shakily with a bottle of something in your other hand. With the pungent scent in the air she could tell it was some sort of alcohol.

“Woah there y/n, it's me, Lena.” she raises her hand in surrender. “Miss Luthor..?” your voice came out hoarse and shaky. “Yes, that's me” Lena was evidently more anxious now. You slide down the wall dropping your gun and taking a long swig of your beverage. She comes closer and realizes you were sweating and shivering at the same time, she takes the bottle from you and you don’t argue.

She places a hand on your forehead checking for a fever but you swat away her hand, Lena’s face contorts in confusion. “You have no fever…what’s wrong then?” she asks as she helps you up and onto your living room couch, pulling away the now empty bottle. You couldn’t think of a better way to break it to her, not like there was one in the first place.

“I’m dying.” your voice doesn’t even quiver, making her think you were probably just exaggerating the feeling of being sick and she nervously chuckles “it can’t be that bad”. But it was. It is. “Lena. Look at me” You look into her eyes, “I’m dying Lena…”. You explain how you haven't been feeling well for a while, thinking it was probably from stress or sleep deprivation. But once the pain stopped being mental and became physical you had no option but to visit a doctor to get relief from the pain. Only to be diagnosed with a terminal illness you’ve never heard of.

Once you finished explaining, Lena seemed completely out of it, her eyes wide and teary. So you reach for another bottle from the coffee table, next thing you know you were pressed back into the couch by a hug from a sobbing Lena. “You’ll be fine. You’ll live. I’ll find the cure myself” ______________________________________________________________

It's been days since Lena last visited. She shot you a few texts a couple times to check in on you, sending you words of encouragement and comfort. You couldn’t find it within you to spare any energy to make yourself any food and didn’t bother ordering takeout either which was out of character for you, you’d usually jump at the chance to order takeout. But you weren’t feeling up to it. And it seemed as if Lena had the same train of thoughts, because the day after she saw you in this state for the first time she sent you pre-prepped meals with delivery guys or sometimes takeout.

‘Hang in tight, I’m working on it.’ - Ms. Luthor 02:13 AM

A pang of guilt strikes through you. You hated how she pulled all-nighters to work on a slim to none chance of your survival. You tried ringing her to call it off and come up with some excuse but only wallowed deeper in your guilt after it went straight to voicemail. ______________________________________________________________

It’s been almost a week since you last saw or spoke to Lena, she still sent food everyday so you knew she was okay. You however, not so much. You could feel yourself getting weaker, and on the fifth day you fell bed ridden. The delivery guys gave up on ringing the doorbell and just started leaving the food outside the apartment door. Which earned you knocks and complaints from the neighbors from the smell of the molding food.

But you could no longer move, no longer speak, no longer stay awake to deal with the issue. Your phone seemed so close yet so far away, you couldn’t reach for it from how weak and pathetic you felt. All you did was sleep in an attempt to replenish your energy that way, all you wanted was to sleep.

‘Hang on y/n…I’m almost there’ Lena thought to herself as she bottled the blue liquid packing a syringe with it, finally making a breakthrough after trapping herself in her lab in search of any sort of cure or treatment. She didn’t want to waste any time looking for her phone and quickly rushed out the company door wanting to get to you as soon as possible.

Once she arrives at the apartment building she’s met with the stinging scent of rotting food, she covers her nose taking out the spare key you gave her only to find out, once again. The door was unlocked.

Lena rushes into the apartment and into your bedroom, relaxing once she spots your body huddled up in between blankets and pillows. She slowly made her way to the bedside table turning on the lamp. “y/n?” she whispered as to not startle her. “I did it y/n I found the cure” Lena whispered, her eyes tearing up as she smiled excitedly.

She waits for a response from you, her heart beating out of her chest in anticipation. Her brows furrow in concern, “y/n..?” she hesitantly reaches her hand out shaking you awake. Your body which was facing the wall, now laid on its back and your hand fell limp off of the side of the bed.

Pale. Blue lips. A shaky hand reaches to check your neck for a pulse, her eyes widen and she flinches at the cold touch of your once warm skin. She stumbled backwards, losing her footing and falling to the floor into choked sobs.

She was supposed to save you. You were supposed to live. You were supposed to make it. If only she had been earlier…perhaps you would’ve lived to thank her.

But she was late…and you, gone too soon.

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my apologies for not being on, writers block goes hard.

#another world #wireheadbird #x reader #angst #dc universe #lena luthor #fanfic #supergirl #writers on tumblr #blog #terminal illness #lena luther x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #gn reader #Spotify

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thewitchandtheassassin · 1 year ago

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The Moonlight Chronicles (Alex Danvers x Reader)

Summary: A weekend escape away from National City and the DEO leads to an unexpected adventure.

Words: 1684

Warnings: Blood, mentions of violence

A/N: So, this is kind of a series but it will be completely out of order and not really set up to be a set story, per se. It was suppose to be a smut one shot and instead, I created way too much backstory. And here we are.

Taglist: @natasharomanoffswife @natasha-danvers @aaron-despair @username23345 @xjiasx @nowthisisliving27 @higherfurther-romanova @summergeezburr @marvels-writings @onlyafewfindtheway @captain-josslett @hayleyokami @aznblossom @everything201197 @hayleyokami @b-5by5 @lostandsearching @evilcr0ne

-X-

Sipping the rum from her tumbler slowly, Alex’s eyes lingered on the flickering television screen but she couldn’t tell begin to tell someone what she’d seen. Lost in thoughts of danger and regret, she was oblivious to the world outside of her mind.

She’d taken the weekend off, disappearing into the mountains and renting a cabin in hopes of shaking the distress from her soul. Being the director of an organization like the DEO was taking its toll on her but she refused to acknowledge it. She couldn’t let Kara down or let J’onn question if he made the right choice.

It would devastate her.

Taking another drink from the crystal, she nearly dropped it in surprise as something thudded against the side of the cabin – hard. Tossing her glass onto the table beside her, paying it no mind as the amber liquor sloshed onto the wood, she yanked her gun from its holster on her thigh before hurrying out into the moonlit night. Peeking around the side of the cabin, she could just barely make out a slumped shadow leaning against the wall. Even in the shade of darkness, blood was visibly dripping from a gnarled wound in the middle of its chest and for a moment, Alex’s gaze softened.

She inched closer, wincing as a twig snapped beneath the weight of her boot, but the creature didn’t seem to react. Heavy pants filled the air, an occasional whine meeting perked ears, but nothing more.

As the light of the moon drifted over the shadow against her cabin, Alex had to swallow her noise of shock. It was a wolf, but… larger. More humanlike than the wolves she’d seen before. It was standing on its back legs, crimson soaking the fur on its chest, but what caught her by surprise was the recognition in golden eyes. They regarded her with a knowing glance before rolling back into its skull as it fell limply to the ground.

Stepping towards the creature, she watched in astonishment as the fur began to recede back into flesh and the body slowly shrink from its nearly eight foot height into the form of a humanoid woman. The sound of bones reconnecting nearly sent her stomach rushing up through her throat, but she managed to choke it back. The blood spilling from her chest seemed to slow, yet the puddle was still growing around her.

“Of course I couldn’t have a vacation away from weird shit,” Alex grumbled, moving over to the woman and bending down. “At least she’s not a wolf anymore.”

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The first thing you noticed when consciousness dragged you from your dreamless slumber was the ache in the center of your chest that spanned across both sides of your breasts. Whining low under your breath, your human hand reached up to touch the abused flesh, only to touch bandage instead. Eyes snapping open, you forced yourself to remain motionless.

You were staring at a ceiling. A ceiling that was not your own. There was a ceiling where the sky should be.

“What the fuck?” you mumbled, carefully righting yourself and glancing around.

The first thing you noticed was that the couch you were sprawled across was fucking hideous. It clashed with the rustic atmosphere of the cabin. Lip curling, you plucked at a piece of fuzz on the cushion.

“That thing is ugly, right? It’s not just me?” an unfamiliar voice broke you from your thoughts, sending you careening off the couch and onto the floor with a resounding thud. “Jesus, be careful! You just stopped bleeding!”

Gaze hazy with pain as the dull ache roared into searing agony, short dark hair and hazel eyes came into view when the unknown voice stepped around the couch and leaned over you worriedly. She was staring down at you, trepidation and concern warring in those… pretty… eyes…

“Wow,” you whispered, feeling the wolf within tremble and lurch. For a moment, you feared it would escape, but the second gentle hands touched your wrapped chest, it went silent. In that moment, it was simply you and her, trapped in the quiet of such an intimate act (especially between two complete strangers).

“Here, let’s get you back on the couch. I think you reopened those wounds.”

Helping you back onto the cushion you’d violently vacated, practiced fingers unwound the gauze and bandage holding your torso. You could feel the sticky ooze grasping at the cloth, trying to keep its place on your body, but the woman was steady and completely at ease as she tugged it away.

“I’m Alex,” she murmured, studying the leaking claw marks. “What are you? An alien? Metahuman?”

“Werewolf,” you grunted, gritting your incredibly sharp teeth as she touched along the raw edges of the gashes. “Born, not bitten. Been like this my whole life, so I’m not a danger to you. The beast is well under control.”

Alex’s fingers stilled. “I hadn’t thought otherwise, honestly. I thought if you were going to attack me, you already would have.”

Startled by the blind trust, you slowly nodded. “I’m (Y/N).”

It was odd, how easily this woman had accepted your supernatural abilities. Most humans turned tail the second something like you came too close, yet here she was, cleaning your bloody chest like it was an everyday occurrence.

“Why?”

Beautiful irises flickered up to meet yours, a lazy smile upturning Alex’s pretty pink lips. “I’m the director of an organization that monitors extraterrestrial entities and presences on Earth. And before that, I worked as a scientist. I’ve seen and fought far scarier beings than you. When I found you last night, you didn’t lash or try to attack me. And it seemed like you trusted me not to kill you even as you passed out, so I thought I’d do what I could to help. I don’t know what your physiology is like, but I figured basic trauma care would be okay.”

“I heal quickly,” you offered with a chuckle, though your amusement was short-lived. “Or, I usually do. I spent a lot of fucking energy last night trying to escape that…”

Noticing the hesitation, Alex’s brow arched curiously. “Escape what?”

Eyes jerking between hers, you considered your options. She already knew too much, but you couldn’t stop yourself from spilling everything. Anything she asked, you’d tell – and you had no idea why. There was something about her that felt safe and calming, like finding the shore after a shipwreck.

“I am a lone wolf. Kicked out of my pack for refusing to bow to some prick who thought he was the rightful alpha of our pack. And he… found me last night. I escaped but he did a number on me, unfortunately.” Pausing for a moment, you realized how that might’ve sounded and hurriedly continued, “But he shouldn’t come here! I wouldn’t put someone else in danger like that.”

Alex nodded thoughtfully. “Of all the things I expected to find in the middle of nowhere, warring werewolves was not one of them. I thought I’d see deer or foxes or… hell, maybe even an alien. Not that.”

“Most people don’t,” you acknowledged with an uncomfortable snort, looking away as Alex finished cleaning your chest. “…so, director of an alien organization, huh? What’s that like? How does that even happen?”

“My dad and mom are both scientists. They found themselves in employment with some people who worked with the organization and that put me on their list once I went to college and showed an aptitude for some of the more delicate pieces of the job.”

Her shrug was meant to be nonchalant but it seemed forced – a deflection – but you didn’t acknowledge it, grateful for whatever truths she chose to offer.

“Huh, smart and beautiful. A helluva combination.”

Alex’s cheeks grew hot beneath the earnestness of your words, amazed by how sincere you seemed to be. She couldn’t deny it was thrilling to be called beautiful by someone who exuded such confidence and dominant energy.

(And she couldn’t deny that she thought you were stunning. For Rao’s sake, she was only human and you were naked. There was only so much she could do!)

“I’m here for the weekend. Why don’t you stay and heal? We can get to know each other better,” she suggested with a hopeful grin, eyes lowering bashfully as she admitted, “It’s been kind of lonely up here by myself and I wouldn’t mind the company.”

Excitement surged through you as if it were lightning in your veins, grinning at the prospect of spending time with your savior. Tilting your head in acceptance, your grin grew sheepishly apologetic. “I’d like that. I uh… should warn you, though. I might end up eating most of your food? Werewolf metabolism and stuff.”

Patting your bare stomach, trying to ignore the flex of muscle beneath her fingertips, Alex smirked. “That is nothing new for me. I come prepared for things like that.”

Storing that information away for another day, you peered down at the digits absently stroking your abdomen. She didn’t seem to realize she was even doing it, but you could feel the subtle press inward as your muscles flinched and tensed beneath her touch. Dull nails tickled the soft flesh, but you didn’t mind. Her caress was soothing yet invigorating and you wanted nothing more than to trace your own fingers over her slightly tanned skin.

Brow arching, you chuckled as the fingers continued their nonsensical patterns. “Could I get some clothes? Mine were shredded and I don’t think you want me walking around naked for the next couple days.”

Oh, you have no idea.

“Y-yeah, I can do that,” Alex rasped, finally dragging her hand away from its perch. “Give me a second and then I’ll make breakfast.”

Licking your lips, you watched her stagger off the couch and into what you assumed was a bedroom. Maybe this was a stupid idea. Maybe you would only place her into danger, but you were a selfish creature by nature.

The wolf wanted her – and for once, you might just be in agreement.

#reader insert #alex danvers imagine #alex danvers x reader #alex danvers #supergirl imagine #reader imagine #dc comics imagine #dc imagine #dceu imagine #arrowverse imagine

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theepotatocat · 5 months ago

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Okie dokie, it’s the penultimate chapter!

Chapters: 5/6 Fandom: Supergirl (TV 2015) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kara Danvers/Reader Characters: Kara Danvers, Reader Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Fluff, Happy Ending, Minor Angst, No use of y/n, Kara Danvers reader insert in my 2025?, it's more likely than you think

Summary: You’re in love with your best friend Kara. Kara is in love with you. But you’re both too scared to ruin your friendship. Then Kara stumbles into an alternate universe in which her equivalent has everything she’s ever wanted. Similarly, the other Kara shows up in your universe wearing a wedding ring.

#ao3 #TheePotatoCat writes #kara danvers x reader #kara danvers/reader #reader insert #kara danvers #kara zor el #supergirl #Mrs. Danvers fic

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rodimusprime2017 · 2 years ago

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A Monstrous Introduction - Legion Of Superheroes

Chimera!Male Reader X Kara Danvers

A inhuman roar is heard throughout the campus as Mon-El hears it, so does Supergirl and Superman as they were both confused on what can make that sound, but Mon-El knew who.

Mon-El: Uh oh, he knows. He must’ve seen you arrive as he’s closing in right now.

Supergirl: Who’s he?

Mon-El: He? Oh, I think you’re about to meet the strongest student here, and the most fearsome.

The trio suddenly hear something big land behind them as they slowly turn to see to Supergirl’s shock, a giant silver robotic gorilla as blades come out of his arms, ready for a fight.

????: Who are you, Kryptonian. Speak now, or I’m gonna be the Maximal who’s gonna rip out your spark!

Mon-El: Chimera! Stand down! She’s not with Zod! She’s new here for Daxam’s sake.

Superman: Is he always like this?

Mon-El: After Zod, yes. He’s an Alpha for a reason, and a leader.

Chimera taps a strange symbol on his chest, causing him to change into a teenage boy with E/C and H/C.

????: Sorry ‘bout that. Needed to let off some steam. Who’s the gorgeous blonde girl dressed like a cheerleader?

Superman: This is my cousin; Kara Zoe-El.

Supergirl: Call me Supergirl.

????: Oh, we’re giving up our secret identities. Call me Y/N L/N aka Chimera. King of Beasts and God of Monsters. I could use a new training partner, especially one of your type. Sorry, I apologise.

Supergirl: It’s okay, be yourself as you want.

Tagged: @primeofprimes115

#dc imagine #dc universe #kara danvers imagine #supergirl imagine #supergirl #kara danvers #kara zor el #imagine #young justice imagine #transformers #monsterverse #jurassic world #ben 10 #male reader #reader insert #x reader

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supercorpkid · 1 month ago

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If Death Has No Claim

Supergirl. Baby Danvers. Lena Luthor x BD! Reader, Alex Danvers.

Word Count: 3.7k

Notes: kinda angsty, but happy ending.

You don’t remember leaving the fight. Just pain—sharp, cold, blooming behind your ribs like something ruptured. Everything was too loud. Too bright. Then, too dark.

Somehow, you find her balcony. Barely. You land clumsy on your knees, half-conscious. Your vision swims, one eye swollen shut, blood trailing warm down your face.

You reach the glass with shaking fingers. Tap once. A wet, red print smears across the windowpane. You try to breathe. Can’t. Try to knock again. Don’t make it. Your hand slips down the glass as you collapse, leaving a trail like a signature.

You can’t believe this is how you die.

She appears in the blur of it. The door flies open. Lena stares for half a second—frozen, hand still on the handle—before she’s rushing forward.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” she breathes, her voice cracking like glass. “What happened to you?”

You don’t know if this is real or a dream. If this is the next life or still your own. But you say her name. Chant it. Like a promise, like an oath, like a last word.

“Lena…”

Your lips barely move. You taste blood. And then you're gone.

She doesn’t remember asking for help. Doesn’t remember yelling Hope to initiate the Lena Luthor Protocol. Doesn’t remember the medkits or the blacklisted Luthor tech no one knows she still has. Lena doesn’t even know how she manages to carry a Kryptonian to her couch.

The world’s gone fuzzy at the edges—except for you. You, limp and bloodied on her sofa. You, breathing shallowly. You, barely alive.

She wipes the blood off your face with trembling hands. Tells herself it’s to assess the damage, to keep you from choking on it. But the truth is: she can’t stand to see your face like this.

Not when your skin is usually warm. Not when your mouth is usually curled in that stupid smile that drives her insane.

Now it’s slack. Pale. Split open from someone’s fist.

A tear falls before she can stop it.

“Who did this to you?” she whispers, voice shaking. “Why—why does it always have to be you?”

You don’t answer. Of course you don’t. You’re out cold. Barely holding on.

So she presses her forehead to yours and whispers it again, softer now.

“Why does it always have to be you, my love?”

She cleans your face with trembling hands. Clutches at your ruined suit. Whispers your name again and again, like she could summon you back with nothing but want.

Nothing changes. Not even as the sunlight emulator beams down at full capacity, burning both your skins.

The silence presses in like a vice.

Her hand trembles as she brushes your hair back from your face—careful, so careful not to touch the bruising blooming beneath your eye. Her fingers come away bloody. Again.

And then the memory slips in. Like bile. Like poison.

It started with laughter.

The kind that left you breathless—leaning into each other on Lena’s couch, the TV long forgotten. One of your knees was hooked over hers, your fingers toying absently with the sleeve of her cardigan like you didn’t even realize you were doing it.

And Lena—Lena had been staring at your smile like it was sunlight. Like it was something sacred. Like it belonged to her and not to you.

You turned toward her, some half-formed joke still on your lips, but it died there when you saw her face. The way her smile had softened into something else. Something closer to awe. To devotion.

Her eyes dropped to your mouth. The room stilled.

It felt like a spark. A held breath. Neither of you moved—but the air between you did.

You were so close. So achingly close.

Your fingers slipped down her sleeve until your palm settled on her tight. And hers, as if pulled by gravity, found your waist. She held you there—gentle, but sure. Like she wanted you as close as this, if not closer.

Still, no one moved. Not yet.

It felt like one of those moments that lived outside of time.

You were the one who leaned in. Just a little. Just enough for your noses to brush. For her to feel your breath on her skin like a ghost touch. Close enough that she parted her lips and shut her eyes—trusting, wanting, willing.

So ready. All yours.

But you didn’t kiss her. No.

You whispered her name. And it sounded like she owned it. Like she was the only Lena in the world. Or at least, the only one that mattered.

“Lena… I can’t,”

Her eyes opened. Confused. Soft. Her hands tightened slightly at your waist, stopping you from pulling away.

“Can’t what?”

You swallowed, trying to steady your voice.

“I can’t be your girlfriend.”

She flinched—just slightly. “Oh.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” you rushed. “God, Lena, I do. You have no idea how much I do.”

“Then why—?”

“Because what we are, what we could be, it’s more than that. More than titles and could-have-beens and almost-was. I don’t want to be something the world can name and then destroy when it gets hard.”

She didn’t look away. Didn’t interrupt. But her hands had started to shake.

You reached up. Touched her cheek.

“I want to be your person,” you said. “The one you trust when everything else falls apart. The one who stays. The one who knows you better than anyone.”

She blinked a tear.

“Lena, I—I want to be yours in a way no one can take away. Even if you fall in love with someone else someday, or your family disapproves, or the world tries to tear us apart—I want that unshakable, permanent place. The one that’s always mine.”

She closed her eyes again, breathing like she'd just been hit.

“I want to love you past the boundaries of this life,” you said, voice cracking. “I want to promise you something stronger.”

She was really crying now. Silent tears slipping down her cheeks.

And then, your voice went quiet. Reverent.

“Let my last breath be yours. Let your name be the final word on my lips. I want to give you more than just my heart, Lena—because when my body is no longer here, I want you to still hold my soul.”

That broke her. But she kissed your knuckles anyway. Touched your face like she was memorizing it.

Because worse than not having you the way she wanted… was not having you at all.

“Okay,” she whispered. “Okay.”

And for some goddamn reason, she let you walk away from that moment. From her. Because you made it sound poetic. You made it feel holy. Better than heaven itself.

But it was everything except what she needed. The soul, but not the kiss. The promise, but not the touch. You gave her everything but yourself. And somehow, that still felt better than nothing.

And now, as Lena kneels beside you, your blood drying on her hands, that moment claws its way back to life. She remembers what she promised not to need. But she needs it. She needs you.

Because of all the places in the world, you came here. To her.

And when she pulled open the balcony door and caught you before you could fall, the last thing you managed— The last word that had crawled from your throat, thick with blood and pain—

Was her name. Just her name.

And now she understands more clearly than ever: You're dying. And that’s why you came. To keep your promise.

Lena bites down on her lip, trying not to be sick. She wouldn't know how to explain what pain tastes like when it melts into her tongue.

She wants to scream. To beg. Instead she reaches for your hand again—threading her fingers between yours like she’s trying to re-learn how to breathe.

“Do you know what that did to me?” she asks, staring at your broken face. “That night? Having to watch you walk away, like loving me too much was some kind of mercy?”

Her voice shakes. Breaks.

“I don’t want your last breath, Y/N. I want your firsts. I want the rest. I want all of it.”

And when her tears fall this time, they hit your skin like rain.

“Don’t make me keep that promise,” she whispers. “Wake up and love me like I need you to. Like you want to.”

It’s Alex who reaches out, less than an hour later.

There’s panic trying to be buried under her calm. A watery sound crackling at the edges of her voice.

“We lost track of Y/N,” she says with not even a hello first, like the words are spilling out before she can think them. “The mission went bad. Kara—Kara’s in the med bay at the Tower. Unconscious. We got her out in time, before it got worse, but I—Lena, I don’t know where my little sister is. Please, help me—”

“She’s here.”

Lena can’t deal with Alex’s tears right now. Not when she has so many of her own—burning behind her eyes, catching in her throat, begging to be let out.

“She flew here. I’m doing everything I can, okay? She’s—” Lena glances back at you. The word safe dances at the edge of her mind, something she wants to offer to ease your sister’s fear. But she can’t say it. Not when you look like that—raw and gone.

“I’ve got her.”

Alex exhales. Softer now. “I’ll take care of Kara. You keep her safe.” A pause. A shift. Something like a watery smile in her voice. “She’d want it that way anyway.”

Lena closes her eyes. That shouldn't make her cry harder. But it does.

“I know.”

“If she needs anything, you call me, okay?”

Lena nods, even though Alex can’t see her. “I will.”

She hangs up without saying goodbye.

And when she sets the phone down, she turns back to you—like she’s never going to look away again.

It takes her a while to realize her hands are shaking. That she hasn’t moved since she hung up on Alex. Just stood there, watching your chest rise and fall in that uneven, terrifying rhythm.

Lena forces herself into motion.

She tries to make you more comfortable, pillows, blankets, warmer sunlight. But it’s not enough. Not when your skin’s still cold. Not when your lips are cracked and pale.

So she lifts you, as carefully as she can, like you might shatter in her arms. You're heavier than she expects—not in weight, but in everything else. The limpness. The trust. The unbearable stillness.

She lays you in her bed.

And then she hesitates.

Your suit is clinging to you like second skin, ripped in places, soaked through in others. Lena swallows hard. Her hands hover above your chest and she peels the suit away slowly, whispering apologies like prayers, like spells to keep you here.

The first thing she notices, when she pulls back the ruined fabric, is the blood.

It’s everywhere, still tacky near the worst of it. Smearing over your skin like something possessive. And for a second she can’t breathe just from looking at it. Food threatening to come back, again.

She forces herself to keep going. Fetches warm water. A cloth.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, not sure what she's apologizing for. “I’m just— I need to see where it's bad, okay my love?”

You don’t answer. Of course you don’t. Haven't moved an inch in hours.

She cleans you in silence. It feels too sacred to speak, too fragile to break with anything less than reverence. Her hands are gentle. Shaking, yes, but steady in all the ways that count. She tends to the blood on your stomach with careful fingers, wiping away what she can, dabbing softly at broken skin.

It’s intimate in a way that terrifies her. You’re wearing nothing but silence and scars. And she hates that it feels familiar.

She dresses you in something soft. Something you kept here—because of course you did. You left pieces of yourself tucked into drawers, hidden in plain sight. Quietly scattered through her house. Nestled deep inside her soul.

Then she notices her own shirt—ruined and sticky with your blood. She takes it off with a wince, grabbing the first sweatshirt from your drawer.

It smells like you.

And for the first time since you crashed into her arms, something in her unclenches. It smells like life. Like comfort. Like all the things she used to have, when loving you in stolen glances was enough.

She slips it on. Breathes deep. Pretends the fabric is a heartbeat.

And then she climbs into the bed.

It starts with respectful space. But the longer she watches you lie there, too still, too pale, the more the tether between your heart and hers pulls taut.

She circles closer. Inch by inch. Like gravity.

Until her forehead rests against your shoulder, her nose nudging your collarbone, her hand curled between you like a secret. She whispers your name. Just once. Like a spell.

And, “I love you.”

Soft. Shaking. Terrified.

“If you make it out of this,” she breathes, “I’ll let you choose, okay? You can keep the soul and not the lips, if that’s what you want. I’ll give you anything. I’ll break in whatever shape you need. You can have me—my heart, my body, everything—any way you want.”

Her voice catches. Her lips brush the skin on your neck.

“Just stay.”

She doesn’t mean to fall asleep. But she does—right there, wrapped around your quiet body like you’re the only thing that still makes sense in this world. The night lulls her with your breath too shallow to trust, your pulse too faint to hear.

She wakes to warmth. The soft kind. Morning light pouring through the windows like a promise she doesn’t dare believe in.

And then she sees you.

The sunlight has found you first—spilling across your skin like it remembers you. Touching your face like a benediction. There’s color in your cheeks now. The faintest flush, but unmistakable. And your lips… they aren’t blue anymore. They look almost kissable again, and the thought makes something tear in her chest.

She jolts upright. Her body floods with panic before her mind can stop it. She’s scrambling off the bed, half-tripping as she rushes for the med kit on the dresser, fingers shaking too hard to unzip it properly. She tries to remember everything—vitals, CPR counts, Kryptonian physiology—anything that might tell her how to keep you alive.

She doesn’t notice your hand move at first. Not until it catches hers. Fingers weak, but there.

And Lena freezes. Looks down.

Your eyes aren’t fully open, but they’re fluttering. Heavy with exhaustion. But you’re here. You’re here.

And then—your voice. A rasp, broken and aching and soft as prayer, “Don’t go.”

She doesn’t breathe. Just stares, wide-eyed, as if you might disappear if she blinks.

“Don’t move,” you whisper again. “Please. Just… come back. I need you.”

Lena shatters. Drops everything. Crawls back into bed with the urgency of someone who’s just been given a second chance. Her hand finds its way over your heart, slow and careful, trembling now for an entirely different reason. Her head settles back on your chest like it belongs there.

And for the first time, she lets herself believe that maybe it does.

Lena must’ve fallen asleep again—curled into you, her breath finally syncing with yours, her hand still on your heart like it’s been counting your heartbeats even in her slumber.

She hears it before she feels it. A low, impatient grumble beneath her ear. She gets up, just to watch how your eyes flutter enough to make her know you're waking up, how your breath is strong, how the colors are back into your face, and all the purples and cuts that were painting you are slowly fading. Very slowly.

Then your voice, raspy but unmistakably yours breaks her out of her trance, “What? Is there something on my face? I know it’s not food, ’cause I’m starving.”

She doesn’t laugh. Actually, she almost hits you.

She jerks back, staring down at you, her mouth caught somewhere between a sob and a swear, because how dare you make jokes right now? How dare you be funny, be you, like she didn’t just spend a night bargaining with every god she doesn’t believe in? Like she didn’t pull blood off your skin with trembling fingers and whisper promises you were never supposed to hear?

But then you finally open your eyes, and you see her. You see it on her face. The tears, drying fresh on her cheeks. The darkness under her eyes. The way her lip trembles like she’s still stuck in the moment where she thought she'd lost you.

You reach up with hands that feel like hope and find her face. Thumb brushing just under her eye, reverent and gentle. A ghost of a smile finding your lips—just enough to soften her.

“It’s okay, Zhao” you whisper. “I’m here. I’m not leaving you.”

And she breaks all over again.

Not with panic this time. But with relief so violent, it shakes her apart. Tears streaming down unstoppable.

She kisses your palm. Nods once like she believes you. And then she presses her forehead to yours, eyes closed, heart wide open.

“You’re not allowed to scare me like that again,” she breathes. “Ever.”

She stays like that for a while. Forehead to yours, breath shared, her hand cradling your cheek like she’s still trying to convince herself you’re real. That this is real. That she didn’t dream you back to her.

You’re the one who breaks the silence again. In a way that shatters the fragility of the moment, but gives life to it at the same time.

“Hey… do you think there’s food in this apartment or am I gonna have to crawl to the nearest diner and hope they take near-death as currency?”

She lets out a noise—something between a sob and a laugh. Wipes her face with the back of her hand, still trembling.

“You’re unbelievable,” she says, voice cracking in the middle.

“What?” you rasp, smile crooked, soft, “I'm Kryptonian. You knew that about me when you chose to love me.”

She shakes her head like she can’t decide if she wants to strangle you or kiss you.

Then she gets up—reluctantly, like leaving your side might undo whatever miracle just occurred—and mutters, “Fine. Don’t move. I’ll see what I can find.”

“Bring coffee,” you call after her, voice a little stronger now, just enough to make her pause in the doorway and look back at you. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

She wants to say it. Wants to carve it into the air between you— how you’re hers, how she loves you with a depth that rewrote her, how she’d argue with death a thousand times just to keep you breathing. But instead, she only smiles.

“Just thinking if I should let it go, or kill you myself.”

You laugh at the joke, and she can't think of a more beautiful sound she would ever want to hear in her life.

Lena moves in the kitchen, quickly, purposely. Coffee. Food. Everything you like. All arranged fast on a tray, because she refuses to waste another second away from you.

Your face lights up when she walks back into the bedroom, and she schools herself into believing it's because of the food you so desperately need, and not because of her.

“Oh, baby,” You manage, between the coughs and strangled noises you make while trying to sit up in bed. She ditches the tray on the bedside table, to help you up. “You saved my life and brought me coffee. What’d I ever do to deserve you?”

She rolls her eyes, before sitting on the edge of the bed, to help you eat. But before she can move, your hands find her wrist, and stops her at once.

“Lena, I died.” Your voice is barely a whisper. “Last night, between the fight and you finding me—I died.”

“No, you were—”

“I did.” You nod, slow and sure. “I died. In your arms. Just like I promised I would.” A breath trembles between you. “And somehow, you gave me another chance. Another life.”

Her throat bobs as your hand rises—fingers brushing against the fragile warmth of her neck. “You’re the reason I’m alive, the only reason I’m still here.”

Lena wants to speak. To protest. But nothing she could say feels worthy enough to touch this moment.

So you keep going, voice softer now, reverent like prayer.

“I gave you my soul in that last life, Lena. Gave you my final breath, my last act of devotion. But now… I want to give you more than that.” Your eyes meet hers—clear, unwavering. “Please. Let me give you even more in this one.”

Lena stares at you like she’s trying to memorize every inch of your face, every word you just said. Like she might lose you again if she blinks.

Her lips part, but no sound comes out. What could she possibly say to that? What answer could ever be enough?

So she doesn’t answer.

She leans in.

Slow, cautious—like approaching a secret. Her hand finds your cheek, cradling it gently, reverently, like she’s afraid to shatter you all over again. And you, you lean into the touch like it’s the only gravity you know.

When her lips touch yours, it’s not perfect. It’s trembling and tear-stained and full of all the things she never thought she’d get the chance to feel again. But it’s real.

It’s not hungry—it’s holy. It’s the kind of kiss people think about when they don’t believe in second chances. The kind you give someone when you’ve already mourned them, and they’ve somehow returned to you anyway.

You kiss her back like you’ve been waiting a hundred lifetimes for her to finally understand: this was always the point.

She pulls away just enough to rest her forehead against yours. Both of you are breathing hard. Eyes closed. Hearts open. Then, in a voice so quiet it barely exists:

“Okay,” she says. “You don't get to scare me like this ever again.”

You smile. Press your lips to hers again, just briefly.

“I can't promise you that, baby. What I can promise is that I'll come back to you every time. Even after I die, I'll come back to you.”

Lena kisses you one more time. Slow, lingering.

And when she pulls back, she finally says it, “I love you. I’ll always be waiting. I'll always be yours.”

#supergirl #lena luthor #lena x reader #reader insert #supergirl fanfiction #alex danvers #supergirl imagine #baby danvers

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6rookie-writer0110 · 4 months ago

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Astral plans in a new home

Male Reader x Kara Danvers

Request: Hi can you do a male reader x Kara Danvers CW Supergirl… R is a Kryptonian who was a friend of Kara back on Krypton and even finds his way to earth.

Alex and Kara are struggling to fight Silver Banshee, she keeps using her scream. Kara tries to stop her but can't, she is covering her ears. You are flying around and you are new to earth and everything is strange to you. You hear a high-pitched scream, you use your speed to follow the scream.

“Kara?” You said to yourself.

You fly down and tackle Silver Banshee. Kara starts to help you fight the villain and she becomes speechless.

“Y/N!?” Kara said out loud.

“It’s you!” You said.

You bear hug Kara and pick her up.

“I missed you so much,” Kara said.

“Sorry to break up the reunion but we are busy stopping a villain,” Alex said.

You put her down

“She is my sister, I will explain later,” Kara said

“Okay,” You said

You helped Kara fight then Alex managed to use her gadget to put the handcuffs on Silver Banshee.

Alex and Kara take you to the D.E.O., and Kara gives you a tour of the place. You met her friends J'onn J'onzz, Winn, Kelly, Lena, Nia, and Brainy.

“Y/N grew up with me on Krypton since we were kids,” Kara said.

“How did you survive?” Alex asked.

“I managed to get on another pod after Kara left. But that pod was attacked but i was captured and I became a prisoner on the planet called Apokolips. I didn't know how long I was there but I managed to escape I went to another planet called Talok IV. I met someone and we used to date and her name was Lyssa Drak. We drifted apart when she became a yellow lantern. I just got Earth and I’m trying to understand this strange planet. Everything is too loud and fragile” You said.

“It will take some time to get used to living here. It took me time to get used to everything here but I know you will like living here” Kara said

“We will all help you, and you don't have to feel alone,” J'onn said

“Thank you,” You said.

The guys helped you get new clothes. Kara is happy that you are alive and she can't wait to show you everything in the city.

“Why do I need to wear glasses?” You asked

“It’s to hide your identity and you can't tell everyone that you are an alien. Not everyone will understand and some will want to hurt you” Kara said.

“Yeah, many wanted to kill me when I told them I was from Krypton,” You said.

“I know the feeling,” Kara said.

✫ ✬ ✫ ✬

It's game night at Kara’s apartment. She is setting up the games while Alex and Kelly prepare the snacks.

“What is this?” You asked

You are pointing at the chips.

“Those are called chips, Y/N,” Alex said

“Chips?” You asked

“Yeah, people on earth like to eat it. It comes in different flavors and that flavor is barbecue and in the green bowl the flavor is onion sour cream” Alex said

“Just try it,” Kelly said

You grab the barbecue chips and you start to eat it.

“How does it taste?” Alex asked

“Kara!” You yelled.

She went to the kitchen, and Alex and Kelly couldn't help to laugh.

“He discovered chips” Kelly giggled

“These chips taste so good. Is there more? Do earth people know about this?” You said

Kara laughed “Everyone knows about it, that’s why they buy it”

You start to eat more of the chips. A bit later the others arrived with drinks and pizza. Kara explained the rules of the games and the first game you played was Uno. You are sitting across from Kara and you are between Lena and Nia.

“Kara, are these cards good?” You asked

You showed her your cards and everyone could see it.

“Y/N, you are not supposed to show me your cards,” Kara said

“How am I supposed to win?” You asked

“By not showing us your cards,” Lena said.

“She is right,” Kara said

Nia starts to help you and you start to understand so far. You yelled Uno and you hit the table hard when you slammed the card down, and the table broke.

“Sorry,” You said.

Kara couldn't help to laugh. You tried pizza for the first time and you love it, Kara couldn't help to smile. She remembers when she first tried potstickers.

———-

Kara is showing you around the city. You got excited every time you liked something new. You and Kara got ice cream and sat down at the park on a bench.

“Was it hard when you first came to earth?” You asked

“It was. At first, me and Alex didn't get along but that changed. I felt alone for a long time because this planet didn't feel like home. I thought you died and took me a while to accept because I never thought I would see you again” Kara said.

“I know what you mean. When I was a prisoner on the planet Apokolips, I thought I was going to die again. A part of me died when our home exploded and I thought I never see you. I think about everyone all the time, I miss them” You said.

She put her hand on top of your hand. You remember when you tried to escape Krypton.

“What did my parents say to you before I was gone? I saw them say something to you but I couldn't hear the conversation” Kara said

“They told me to protect you. They found another way to escape but their exit was blocked I was in the pod first. I tried to open the door but the roof collapsed and they couldn't get to me. But your dad pressed the button and told me to find you and protect you. I feel like i failed you and your parents because it took me years to find you” You said.

“I don't blame you, Y/N. We can't change the past but we are here now” Kara said.

You noticted the watery eyes and you put your arm around Kara. You and Kara don't say anything for a little while.

✫ ✬ ✫ ✬

Kara and the others helped you come up with a new identity, you promised you wouldn't tell everyone that you are from Krypton. You have been staying with Kara and she is happy about that.

“What are these?” You asked

“These are called potstickers and they taste so amazing. Just try it, I know you will like it” Kara said

“Okay, I will try it. But it looks so strange” You said

You grabbed it with your hand and started to eat it. But she stopped you and showed you how to use chopsticks.

“Do you like it?” Kara asked

“Oh, I see why you like it,” You said.

You started to eat more and Kara started to eat.

———

You go around the city helping Kara save people. You still haven't figured out your hero name but Kara and the others are helping you to pick a name. Kara and Alex do train you on how to fight without your powers, you are struggling but you don't want to give up. Kara tells you what to do on how to get stronger.

#Kara Danvers x male reader #kara danvers x reader #kara danvers imagine #supergirl imagine #supergirl x male reader #supergirl x reader #male reader fanfic #male reader insert

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primeofprimes115 · 2 months ago

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Second Chance Summer - Supergirl x Male Reader

Note: Fluff/Wholesome

When two people knew each other since high school, meet again for the first time in years and see how much change has happened

With an air of nostalgia, hope and love around them due to old memories resurfacing, and a sense of feeling they never got to tell one another when they had the chance. Will they confide in one another with this second chance? Or will they keep it vague?

Inspired by the recent announcement of the new Supergirl comic run starting in May 2025 from Sophie Campbell aka @mooncalfe-art, and the world of Monster Hunter (I own no rights as they belong to DC and Capcom)

A vehicle pulls over, a taxi-cab, pulling over at the sidewalk. And outstepped a young man that opened the door, exiting the taxi-cab.

He carried a large carrying case, looking to hold a cello, strapping it over his shoulder once he pulled it out from the cab, before leaning in to pass some dollars over to the driver, putting in an extra ten to tip him off.

"Thank you, have a good day!" the young man smiled before closing the door, and off the cab went, driving off.

The man himself was Y/N L/N, a twenty-two year old man who just arrived to this rather small suburban town, the place he called...

Home.

Midvale, a small suburban town that was home to many of its residents, located at least sixty miles away from Metropolis. It was the hometown of Y/N himself.

It had been years since he left Midvale, only leaving at least at the age of seventeen due to reasons that was his calling.

He was adopted by the L/N's since he was a baby, randomly appearing at their doorstep one rainy night with no mother in sight, the L/N's took him in and raised him like their son. A son they're very proud of to this day.

His childhood was a very odd one. He wasn't exactly normal for his age. He learned his first word since he was a one year old. The boy was smarter than most kids in Midvale Kindergarten.

You could say he'd make a lot of friends back then... But the truth was, he couldn't. He was always the one being picked on for being different. Being the smartest in class made him a target for the others.

His life would change. However, when he would meet the next-door neighbors' adopted daughter when they were thirteen years old. The girl's name was Linda Danvers, the adopted daughter of Eliza and Jeremiah Danvers.

The friendship merely began after their introduction to each other, Linda was a shy girl. She barely knew any English at the time but was quick to learn. She was a strange person, much like Y/N was, which the two bonded over.

Linda had a secret no one else should know other than her adopted family. Her reason for not knowing English much is for her entire heritage is being an alien from a different planet. She was a Kryptonian, much like Metropolis's very own protector, Superman. She was his cousin. She had only recently arrived to Earth around the time she met Y/N.

Y/N, however, found out when the two got into high school, where their bond turned stronger, she confessed and showed him her extraordinary abilities, being able to fly at super speeds, let alone being able to run at super speeds and lift tones over her head, even shoot out lasers from her eyes and make something turn into solid ice with her breath. Linda told him that her real name is Kara Zor-El, a Kryptonian from the planet Krypton. She even took him flying that night of her confessing all about herself after they knew each other for a year.

The two bonded further when he told her about his origins. He wasn't sure where he came from, only that he was adopted by his parents. His mother told him he was gifted, special even, there was a group called The Guild, this group hunts dangerous Apex Predators and Monsters, and these Hunters had small companions called Palicos, walking and talking felynes. His mother told him stories about The Guild when he was younger.

His mother had a feeling he was a gifted person since the day of his... Unexpected early growth, she herself used to be from The Guild, before retiring, all the stories she told him was from her perspective, which intrigued him further. His gift screamed for him to be a Hunter for The Guild, after all.

It brought him to understand he was a descendant of an ancient modified human species. His strength and durability proved otherwise.

As their friendship grew close with each interaction, the two couldn't shake the thought of having feelings for one another, Y/N had been there for her since she began using her powers for good, going by Supergirl at the age of fifteen. He was always there for her when she struggled as much as she was there for him through his struggles, defending him against bullies who tried harming him and helping him through a heartbreak. She was the closure he needed as much as he was her closure.

Unfortunately... Their friendship would drift apart when he was accepted into The Guild for training at his mother's expense at the age of seventeen, this was something he wanted to become. A Hunter for The Guild. It was a tearful goodbye when the time came for him to leave Midvale. She hoped to see him again one day, as he hoped the same. He didn't regret joining The Guild, as Kara didn't regret becoming Supergirl.

However... There was one regret. He never told her how he felt about her, that he had feelings for her.

And just like that, Y/N is seen walking through the town of Midvale years later... Now, twenty-two years old, carrying a rather large carrying case that could probably host the largest guitar in the world. Reflecting on the past... His past before leaving Midvale.

"Ah... It's good to be back" he exhaled. Soaking in his surroundings, passing by many townsfolk with a few greeting him, he greeted them back. "Home-Sweet-Home".

He observed the building on the other side of the sidewalk, with vehicles driving by, observing the old place he and Kara used to go to every day after school. He'd order a strawberry Sundae every time they'd visit while she'd order a strawberry milkshake.

The thought brought back memories, cracking a smile to himself as he reflected back on those days.

He remembered being the nerd of his youth, how he'd get picked on for being the smartest, and Kara would stick up for him whenever she was around... Which was mostly all the time since they had the same classes. Kara was also the smartest, so he at least felt happier knowing she was too.

He thought about popping in to buy a strawberry sundae, it had been a while since he craved for one, but the mere thought was replaced by a sense of loneliness, sure his parents still lived here in Midvale... But he felt he needed someone with him to visit such a place.

Before visiting the town, he went back to his childhood home to surprise his parents, which was a heartwarming homecoming, for his reasons on returning? He was on a vacation away from The Guild that are currently operational within the Forbidden Lands, within The Old World, a location hidden on Earth.

He came to find out that his best friend, the person he had been dying to see since coming back to Midvale, was no longer around Midvale anymore. She was mainly in Metropolis or National City now, or helping the Justice League, especially her adoptive parents as they had moved to National City. This revelation left him a little heartbroken.

He'd heard about her reputation growing as Supergirl, how much good deeds she's done from her parents that told Y/N's parents, in return, they'd hear about his good deeds that were passed along to Kara. In a way, they kept in touch, just not physically as the both hoped.

He wished Kara was still here, she was Midvale's protector the last he had seen her, Midvale was Supergirl's home, it was labelled as her home when the cab had drove by the sign.

"If only you were here, Kara... If only you were" he briefly smiled at the thought, before continuing, walking away from the place where they'd always eat at after school.

As he passed by many recognizable locations, he met a few people from his past that recognized him almost immediately, catching up with what's been happening since he had last seen them. He told them of his job as a Hunter for The Guild, keeping an eye on the ecosystem that would be in danger time and time again, along with keeping Monsters and Apex Predators from escaping The Old World.

His journey continued on however, before he passed by one more location, a shop where he'd always drop by, a place he used to help out a lot in during the weekends.

"I wonder if Mr. Ferguson is still working here" he wondered, walking up to the door and pushing it.

The familiar bell-chime played as he opened the door and walked in, sending a wave of nostalgia to his ears as he smiled.

"Still using the same old, bell-chime".

He scooted to the side to let a woman and her child walk out of the shop, both thanking him as he nodded back at them with a smile. Before his eyes are set on the other woman at the counter, putting dollars into the cash register.

"Hey there" Y/N greeted, the door closing behind him as he walked up to the counter. The woman looked at him and greeted him with a smile. "I'm looking to speak with Mr. Ferguson, does he still work here? I mean, it's his business after all" he asked openly. "Tell him it's Y/N L/N".

However... A wave of shock appeared on the woman's face, not of surprise, but that of sorrow. Y/N in turn pulled a confused look at her reaction. "Is something wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost".

"I... I am so sorry" the woman replied after a moment.

Just as that sat in with him... He feared the worst. "Oh... Oh no" the young man replied with his expression turning upside down. He didn't know what to even say.

"He knew you'd return one day, he didn't know if you'd return before he...".

"What happened?" Y/N asked with a distraught tone.

"Cancer, Stomach Cancer, it took him last year".

"Last year?" Y/N sounded completely aback. His head fell down in sorrow.

"Yeah... I'm his granddaughter. Lucy Ferguson" the woman replied.

"I'm glad someone's keeping his legacy to continue" he chuckled lightly. "I never got to say goodbye".

"Don't worry. He knows" Lucy smiled briefly before her smile fell flat. "He always used to talk about how good of a kid you were, he used to see you a lot with a girl every time you dropped by".

"Linda Danvers?".

"Yeah, I think that's the one" Lucy nodded.

"Well, truth is... Linda's no longer here, she and her family moved out. I'm on vacation and thought about coming back here, but... Well" he looked away with a sigh. "Now it's just-"

Suddenly, the shop shook a little. A little tremor shaking the ground just for a moment as Y/N grabbed onto the counter as people outside began to scramble past the door, seemingly panicking.

"Earthquake?!"

"No... Midvale is safe from Earthquakes, it's always been known" Y/N corrected her politely. Hearing a faint roar coming from outside as a fireball flew by. "This is something else, but it shouldn't be out here, not this far" his expression turned serious.

"You're going out there?!".

"I am" he placed down the cello holding case, opening it to reveal something other than an instrument inside.

A massive axe that can transform into a sword, built from pieces of the Elder Dragon, Vaal Hazak, before placing it on his back. Much as Lucy's surprise.

"Wait, you're a Hunter?!"

"Stay here, and don't think about leaving, it's too dangerous" he told her before leaving the shop to check out all the commotion happening.

Turning to his right to see where the fireball originally came from, he saw what he originally thought of, a Monster...

A Flying Wyvern. The King of the Skies.

"A Rathalos, huh? The hell's he doing out here?" he questioned as the Rathalos shot balls of fire out from it's mouth, destroying building architecture before breathing fire out across the road, almost hitting civilians that were fleeing from the Monster.

It continued wreaking havoc down the road, the Wyvern was acting rather erratic, than a typical Rathalos.

Whatever the cause, he needed to stop it from continuing its rampage, or Midvale will be nothing but toast by the end of the day. A thought came to mind on leading the Rathalos out of the town and into an open field, which wasn't far from what he remembered. His eyes drifted toward the knocked over motorcycle on the road, and he smirked, having thought his plan.

"I'll need to grab his attention" he spoke to himself, before picking up a stone and loading it into his hidden slinger on his left arm and fired at the Rathalos' head, hitting it square in the face.

"Hey ugly! Over here!" Y/N shouted at the Rathalos, grabbing his attention after slinging the stone towards him.

The Monster roared and took flight, flapping his wings as Y/N got onto the motorcycle, revving the engine to start it up.

"This shouldn't be too hard, it's like riding a seik-woah!!" the man yelped as he suddenly throttled further on the motorcycle, almost crashing into a dormant car, left abandoned after the Rathalos attacked.

"Oh crap! Crap!" he struggled to maintain his balance, accidentally performing a wheelie as he held on for dear life, with the Rathalos chasing behind him, firing balls of fire toward him.

The sparks of the fire barely missed him, catching his jacket and scorching it a little as he tried to stop doing a wheelie.

"This is harder than it looks!".

Eventually, he stopped the wheelie and was now driving on two wheels, barely missing a car by driving through the sidemirror.

"Oops, hope they have insurance" he cringed, walking off the pain he felt driving into the sidemirror of someone's car.

The Rathalos tailed behind him still, just as he hoped the Monster would, breathing fire down upon him which he drove out of the path of where it was hitting.

"That's right, keep following, bug guy. Away from the town".

He continued driving out from the town, finding a little difficulty turning corners as he drove fast, never having rode a bike like this before, he felt the need to learn if he survives this encounter with the Rathalos.

He still wasn't sure why it was out this far, he'd be certain that it sensed one of its mate's eggs but that seemed impossible.

He had a feeling something might've went wrong with a Hunt back in the Old World, causing this Rathalos to flee and fly this far out from its natural habitat, it was unusual seeing one out this far.

Nonetheless, he had to take down this Rathalos, even if it had to be without a Handlers' authorization. He had to be careful also, his Palico wasn't with him on this vacation also.

The open field was just right up ahead, away from civilians within the town.

Just as Y/N drove near the open field, the Rathalos performed a swooping attack, the wings scraping across the road and hit the man off the bike, sending him onto the open field with a thud.

"Alright... That hurt" he said with gritted teeth, his eyes falling onto the bike that was left on the field, before the Rathalos landed on it, flattening the bike as Y/N stood up. "I hope whoever rode that bike before me actually has insurance"

He stared down the Monster, pulling his Switch-Axe from his back as it morphed into Axe-Mode, putting on his serious game face.

"Let's dance, just you and me".

The Rathalos roared out into the sky and fired a fireball from his mouth. Y/N ended up rolling to the side, dodging the fireball as he made his way over to the Rathalos, preparing to swing his Switch-Axe in which he did, slashing against the Rathalos' skin.

Y/N prepared to swing the heavy weapon again, this time more violently, the Rathalos attempted to tail swipe him but his Axe collided and knocked the tail out of his way, performing another swing that hit the Monster across his face, dealing some big damage.

The Rathalos attempted to take flight, opting to rain fire down upon him and attack him with the claws, but Y/N swung his axe down onto the Monster, knocking it back down onto the ground, staggering it already. This gave him the opportunity to inflict more damage.

Switching to sword mode, he began swinging the massive blade in the Monster's more vulnerable parts, inflicting a blasting explosion by driving the blade into an open wound after swinging at it a few times.

The Rathalos stood back up after some damage had been inflicted, roaring out loud as Y/N covered his ears, staggered by the Monster's roar. He wished he packed earplugs with him if his vacation would turn into a Hunt.

Once the Rathalos finished roaring, it took flight, the wind pressure built up that Y/N had to move out of the way, switching back to axe mode to move a little quicker.

He prepared for the Monster to attack, dodging out of the way of the claws of the Rathalos, his claws dragging across the open field's grass, lifting up dirt from underneath as he turned around to go for another claw attack.

Y/N swung his axe, winding up a counter-attack before colliding with the Monster's claws, knocking the Rathalos out of the sky and back onto the ground.

"Jackpot!" he quipped, using his grapple from his slinger to gain momentum in running up to the grounded Rathalos before violently swinging his axe, dragging it across the Rathalos' face, knocking out a tooth and a part of its skin, sending the Monster reeling and roaring in pain.

Unfortunately, the Rathalos' tail swung around after being sent reeling back, hitting Y/N across the body and sending him tumbling to the side.

A groan escaped the Hunter as he attempted to walk off the pain by getting back up. He couldn't remember the last time a Rathalos could swing its tail like that after being staggered like that. It sure wasn't a Tempered or a Frenzied Rathalos, but something felt different about this Rathalos.

He was sure of it.

He'll need to give The Guild a call after he wraps this up... Or if he can and doesn't allow the Monster to flee.

"I'll admit, that caught me off guard" he spoke to the Rathalos across the field, getting onto its talons again as he got back up also. "But something tells me, you're a different Rathalos from the ones I've fought before".

The Monster attempted to fire a fireball at him after recovering, but Y/N simply rolled out the way and began going on the offensive again, with the thought of riding the Rathalos to dish out damage that way. Now agitated further.

With quick thinking, the Hunter swung his axe to knock away its claws and swung his axe upward to gain some air, managing to grapple onto the monster with an old technique he learned from a Veteran Hunter back in the Forgotten Lands.

"Jackpot, again!" he quipped yet once more, riding the Monster as he stabbed his knife into the Monster's back, continuously stabbing heavily as the Flying Wyvern began to try and shake him off.

"Woah! Easy there! Easy!" Y/N fought to stay on, continuing to stab the Rathalos in its back until a wound was open, before moving onto his head, trying to open up another wound to ground him with his Switch-Axe.

With the fact he was on top of the Monster's head, the Wyvern began to violently shake his head around, still trying to shake off the Hunter as he struggled to even stab the Rathalos completely.

"Woah! Shit! Shit!" he cursed out, trying to stay on long enough until the Monster tired out from continuing to shake him off. That was, until the Monster began dragging his face across the grassy field, before violently banging against the ground, successfully knocking off the Hunter onto the ground.

The Rathalos flapped his wings and flew into the air, performing a backwards tail swipe and hitting the Hunter violently, before it caught him by the claws and threw him back onto the ground.

Y/N groaned in pain as his Switch-Axe hit the ground, having been knocked out from his back upon being grabbed by the Rathalos. He began crawling against the grassy grounds of the field, trying to recover before the Rathalos landed near his feet.

The Hunter looked up at the Rathalos without fear in his eyes, but he prepared for the worst as he charged up a fire breathing attack, as seen charging from his throat and up into his mouth with fire spilling out from the mouth.

"Well... Didn't expect my vacation to burn up like this" he muttered to himself, squeezing his eyes tight as he heard a sonic boom erupted from within the sky.

The boom itself grabbed the Rathalos' attention before it was sent back with a thunderous punch across the face and a roar that came from a feminine voice.

"Get your stinking claws away from him!" a feminine voice shouted, a pair of boots softly landed on the grass in front of Y/N as he began to open his eyes to the sound of this... Familiar voice.

His eyes opened slowly, seeing red cloth fluttering in front of him, the cloth of a red cape that donned a yellow S, an S that looked very familiar and unique in its design.

From there he could see a skirt and a pair of red high-knee boots, and the blue top with a midriff this time around. The girl's blonde hair streaking like golden locks in the wind.

Y/N's eyes widened as the girl stood before him, highlighted by the sun as she turned around to face him, as a grin appeared on her face. He couldn't believe what he was seeing... It was Supergirl and she has a new look.

"Hi Y/N!" Kara happily greeted. Y/N only found himself staring at Kara's face with all the sound around him fading into the background, only her voice could be heard.

"K-Kara?" Y/N felt completely flabbergasted by her appearance, a highlight of an angel just appearing out of nowhere, an angel that saved him from being burnt like toast from the Rathalos. "I...".

Just as Supergirl was about to respond and help him up, her smile vanished as soon as the Rathalos attempted to attack again, but the Girl of Steel flew up, fired her heat vision to stagger the Monster and upper-cutted him, knocking him back onto the ground before following up with another punch that sent the Rathalos flying back and she gave chase to land one more punch, not to kill, but to subdue and knock out as she was intending to do.

Y/N began to help himself up with a little groan escaping him, still feeling the pain he felt earlier from being thrown violently. Having watching Kara fight off the Rathalos herself before floating downwards, just levitating off the ground to observe the Rathalos. Now knocked out cold.

The Hunter held his side, feeling a little pain in that area as he began to walk, walking past his Switch-Axe, ignoring it as there were different matters now. Those matters being to greet his best friend he hasn't seen in so long, the noise around him still blocked out, his main focus... On the girl he was very close with.

Supergirl turned herself around at the noise of Y/N approaching, he held onto his side before letting his hand relax on the side once more, walking off the pain.

A huge smile appeared on her face before zooming over to him with a tackle, lifting him up into the air with her as the latter laughed at her gesture.

It was all big smiles, and a massive hug to greet one another, having not seeing each other in so long. Kara nuzzled her face into the burrow of his neck for a moment whilst keeping herself afloat with him.

"Hey!" Y/N greeted with a light chuckle, tightening his arms around her figure, the locks of her hair gently tickling his left cheek as she moved her face out from his neck.

"Hey yourself!" the Girl of Tomorrow giggled back at him with a goofy smile, keeping her arms tightly around him as his were secure around her back. Her cape just fluttering in the background of his eye-sight.

"I... I didn't expect to see you again. I heard from my parents you and the Danvers left Midvale a year after I left" Y/N was ecstatic to see her again judging from his tone, his heart raced like a sportscar from just being in her presence once more, his smile softening just hearing her laugh.

"Yeah, we did. I planned to come back to Midvale today actually, all things considered in Metropolis is fine. And National City. A little birdie told me you'd shown up today, so I searched and found you... Here" she softly replied, not keeping her eyes off him as she floated back down onto the ground. "And I got a new look, what'd you think?" Kara stood back and done a twirl, giving him another look.

"It's different, familiar, but different. I like it" he smiled. "I missed you" he then said to her, softening her expression.

"I missed you too, Pumpkin" she smiled with her cheeks flashing a little red. Making him laugh softly, longing to hear the silly name she had for him.

All quieted down once Kara eyed the knocked-out Rathalos, placing her hands on her hips as her expression turned serious.

"So... What is that thing? Looks like a Wyvern?" Kara asked as Y/N turned to face it.

"It is. It's a Flying Wyvern. The King of the Skies. A Rathalos" Y/N replied, kneeling down towards the Monster's face. "Seems you didn't kill him. Good, that actually works for me".

"Him?" Kara sprung a look of confusion.

"There's a female counterpart, a Rathian, green scaled, much like a Rathalos, they're usually red like this one"

"Oh, that kinda makes sense" she walked up towards him, standing beside him. "So this Wyvern is the reason I found the town of Midvale trashed around".

"That's right, was in the town at the time, reuniting with some old faces. A shame you weren't there though" Y/N replied, standing back up.

"We can make up for lost time" she offered, her hand slightly brushing off his. "There's a lot to catch up on. Would love to know about your Hunts with The Guild also" she smiled.

"Yeah, love to hear about your adventures too!" he smiled back at her. "We can do that after I call up the Guild, let them know what's happened here. This Rathalos shouldn't be out of its natural habitat".

"Maybe I should call the League too, in case anymore of these Monsters are around" Kara openly suggested.

"Good idea" Y/N nodded. "Perhaps they could work together on this situation, just hoping I can continue my vacation in that regard".

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[Hours Later | Midvale | 6:25pm]

"Even Elder Dragons?!" Kara exclaimed with a flabbergasted tone. "You fighting an Elder Dragon, by yourself, is surreal. That's like... A League threat pretty much" Kara sounded impressed.

"Yeah, I guess so. I told you we Hunters can handle ourselves" he winked, playfully shoving her as the two sat on the edge of a building, with the sun setting ahead of them across the field.

The two had spent hours catching up with everything that's happened, after meeting up with the Guild and a few Justice League members to discuss Monsters appearing out of their natural habitats, with reports coming from different parts of the world outside the Old and New World that Monsters were appearing in forests and near suburban cities that posed a major threat if not dealt with.

Kara got the chance to meet some of Y/N's newer friends from the Guild, along with his Handler named Alma, and his Palico named Lucky, colored like a Siberian cat.

To say Kara was ecstatic that there was talking and walking cats was something she didn't expect. She didn't even believe them to exist at first but now seeing multiple of them? She believed it.

She even found it hard to not pet all of them because of how cute they were. But they were the most friendliest creatures she's ever met. She admitted to being a little jealous that Y/N had a Palico.

It was rather a long day, but the two best friends spent all day chatting and visiting places around Midvale, Kara brought out her Linda Danvers disguise to blend in once more with the news of Supergirl returning to Midvale sprang around like wildfire.

The two sitting at the edge of the roof that was his childhood home where his parents still lived, reflecting on old memories with each other and catching up with one another.

"It's good to be back here, I missed Midvale" she confessed. Her eyes drift on over to the house she used to live under with her adopted parents. "I remember the day we met, the day I just wanted to stay in my room and just... Grovel, having lost every one I knew on Krypton" she smiled at the bittersweet memory.

"You still think about Krypton?" Y/N gently asked her, his eyes caught on her with her cape fluttering behind her while she shifted to face herself forward, her golden locks billowing out of the way perfectly to show her face.

"Yeah... Not as often as I did before... But I dream of Krypton, sometimes the worst parts, sometimes the good" she looked on at the sunset, the warm, yellow sun soaking onto her skin, the source of her powers. "But thinking back on that day of meeting you, I didn't think it'd spiral into... This" she then looked at her best friend with a smile. "Us hanging out all the time, sticking by each other's side. Tooth to nail. And I used to think you were gonna be a complete nuisance before meeting you" she giggled at the thought of him back then.

Y/N laughed alongside her softly, playfully shoving her as she did the same back. "But I ended up being the complete opposite".

"The complete opposite" Kara smiled, reflecting back with him.

"That was when I knew you as Linda Danvers" Y/N brought up, smiling to himself. "Before you told me who you really were a year later" his eyes drift onto the S that resembled her, the S that was unique in design to her cousin's. She noticed where his eyes landed and smiled.

"I took you flying that same night, didn't I?" she asked. Y/N nodded. "You were... Loving it, you wanted me to go again the following night" she chuckled.

"Oh, I sure did" he smiled along, his hand drifted closer to Kara's. "Then a year later, I helped you make a suit, for your career as a superhero" he brought up.

"That was so fun, making my first suit" she smiled at the memory like it happened yesterday" "I've made more after that but only when they're needed. Like the solar-collector suit I used to travel in space if there was no yellow sun to keep me empowered".

"Ever gonna use it again?" he asked as Kara gave him a smug look.

"Duh, of course!" she elbowed him gently, placing her hand back down before feeling soft skin on her hand.

She looked down to see she placed her hand on his, she froze and looked up at him, beginning to blush. "Um".

Y/N noticed her blush, feeling her hand on his as he smiled. "It's okay" he said with a blush on his face too, turning his hand to hold hers completely. "I don't mind".

The Girl of Steel felt her heart skip a beat as a goofy smile appeared on her face. "Good" she looked away sheepishly, pushing a strand of her hair behind one ear as she did the other, still blushing from a moment ago as a mere thought popped into her head, an action she was too scared to do. As silence fell between them after the little awkward but cute moment.

"Kara" Y/N broke the silence that lasted for a minute. "Can I... Can I tell you something? It's... It's something I need to get off my chest" he asked with confidence.

"S-Sure, go ahead" she green lit, her eyes on his the next as he tightened his hand on hers.

"Ever since..." he paused, trying to regain his composure. "Ever since the day I was accepted into The Guild to start my training as a Hunter, I knew that time was running out for me. I knew that I had to move away from Midvale, permanently, since my mother told me about it" he paused again, trying to find the words, he thought this would be easier than he thought but with his heart beating fast...

He wasn't sure if he'd get the words right.

"Take your time" Kara told him with a sweet tone, hearing his heart beating fast. Kara had a feeling there was something he kept from telling her.

if this was what she was thinking?

She herself, once felt the same, and still... To this day.

She does.

"When you... Told me about your true self, when our bond turned close. I didn't want it to break, I didn't want to drift away from you, if you ever wondered why I felt awkward around you before the day I left. Well..." his face flushed a little red. "I... I wanted to confess that I... Had feelings for you since high school, I wasn't sure how it really began but..." he paused one more time, chuckling to himself, much to Kara's surprise.

"You... You like me?" she said ever so softly, blinking a few times before a cute-sided smile appeared when he nodded.

"I regretted not saying anything before. And I thought returning to Midvale, would give me that second chance to-" he was abruptly stopped by Kara leaning in and kissing him on the cheek, a look of shock expressed across his face. "Did... Did you just-?"

"I like you too" she expressed with nothing but a cute look "And before you say 'Is this a joke?', it isn't" she shook her head. "I swear on Rao, this is real" she giggled happily.

Kara then stood up and offered her hand to a still shocked Y/N.

"C'mon! I want this to be special for our first time" she hinted.

Y/N took her hand and stood up himself, keeping his eyes on her. "Is this really happening?".

"Yes, it really is" she smiled. "Hold onto me" she cooed, feeling his arms securely wrap around her. His body close to hers as the two locked eyes.

"Up we go then" Y/N cooed back, still keeping his smile as he felt his feet lift off the ground, feeling the wind get a little intense as Kara flew upwards.

His eyes still on her blue irises. For a moment, she looked dead-drop gorgeous in his eyes, the cape billowing behind her like her hair the more and more they went up.

Kara kept her smile, focused completely on his face while flying up, up and away. Up into the clouds above as her face began to draw close.

She was a little nervous at first, but all of that was thrown away and replaced with pure confidence once Y/N had confessed his feelings that laid dormant until he could say them out loud enough for her to hear.

As the two flew through a cloud, up into the dancing colors in the sky, their eyes closed and their lips touched finally. Kara stayed afloat perfectly in the air, the sunset sitting in a perfect angle as it illuminated the sky around them.

The two pressed lips deeply with a soft smacking sound and a little moan, with no regrets on either side, their beautiful moment continued onwards before Y/N had to pull back to breath.

"Breathtaking, wasn't it?" Kara cornily joked.

"Ugh, that was corny" he cringed as Kara laughed softly. "Almost ruined our moment there".

"C'mon, it wasn't that bad" she tried persuading him, but to no avail.

"Trust me, Kar? It was" he told her. "But it was a little cute in a way".

"Some would say romantic, don't you think?" she asked him. "Up in the sky, the sun setting, the sky dancing with colors... And just us two, having our first kiss" she smiled brightly, her eyes full with love and joy. "And to think we started as friends, best friends. And today..." she paused, smiling deeper. "As your girlfriend and perhaps partner if The Guild works together with the League".

Y/N hummed in agreement. "I hope this never ends though" Y/N mumbled to her softly, sighing happily before drawing his face closer to hers. "I hope WE never end".

"Like that would ever happen. Nothing's stopping us, this is our second chance" she smirked. "Care to go again?".

"Gladly"...

The pair drew their lips closer to each other again...

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thinking1bee · 28 days ago

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I wrote this one but couldn't send it through, so I took a screenshot of the ask.

Thank youuu!!

No because why is this so cute??????? 😭😭😭😭😭😭 I'm going to start this request next! I'm going to use a little creative freedom to tweak some details, but the premise is going to be the same. I love a good Grump/Sunshine fic ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️.

Thank you!

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devilfic · 1 year ago

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❝honeymoon❞

III. on the clock.

parts: previously / next plot: your mother has been conducting business with some pretty shady business partners and it puts you in danger. thankfully, saving you is in your husband's job description. pairing: battinson!bruce wayne x gn!reader. cw: arranged marriage, friends to enemies to (fake) lovers, implied history between reader and bruce, violence, bruce being a little Bossy, use of the gender neutral honorific "mx" (feel free to insert mr. or mrs. there if you like). words: 2.1k.

a/n: been watching a bit of supergirl lately and I'm a big fan of the "supergirl is lena's scary guard dog" dynamic they've got going on. got inspired

You suck in a breath between barely parted lips before the smoke hits you in a cloud. Thick, pungent. You hold your breath even as the smoke tickles your eyes, makes them water, until it clears and all you're left with is the bastard sitting across from you, "I understand that it might be... upsetting to hear, but Wayne Enterprises thanks you for all you've done during our partnership."

Cigar hanging from the jaws of a wolf, Mr. Carpinelli is hardly upset. He's grinning around the head of his cigar when he tells you, "You're making a big fucking mistake." He's furious.

You keep your head held high, "Again, I deeply apologize for how abrupt this must be. As acting CEO, I have had to make some tough decisions in the past but this is by far one of the toughest." You bite the lie out, appearing sweet and docile. "You were one of our best. We will be looking forward to all Carpinelli & Sons' future business ventures."

You hear the hacking in his throat before it lands on the ground in front of your feet: a fat, muddy glob of spit sits a (thankful) hair away from your shoe, and even you can't bother to hide your scowl.

You let him smoke in your (Bruce's) office. You let him kick his feet up on your desk. You even let him have some of the good brandy, and watched him gobble it up like four ounces of the stuff didn't cost the full price of his pretty snakeskin shoes.

And he spit at you.

Mr. Carpinelli stands to his feet and puts his cigar out on your desk and really, that should have did it for you, but you bite your tongue until you taste blood. Then he points one fat finger at you, about as fat as the Corojo burning a ring in your desk, "Tell your bitch of a mother she should've told me herself."

"My bitch of a mother didn't give the order," and your venom is not on behalf of your mother, lest anyone be mistaken, "I did."

Something flickers in Carpinelli's eyes. Without another word, he leaves the office in a flourish, and you sink back into your chair only when your ears cease ringing.

Bruce is delighted. Or you think he might be. You weren't certain what delight looked like on him these days, but the solid "OK" in response is enough for you to focus on your shaking. You remind yourself that you're not out of the woods yet, and that Carpinelli was only one half of the dastardly duo you needed to break up. Eventually, or rather, imminently, she would find out what you'd done. It'd be better to break the news in person before she got word from Carpinelli herself.

But Bruce approved. Bruce, who'd been on the same page as you when you'd brought up the idea, who'd left you in less despair than when he'd found you, agreed with you. Your mother be damned and damned should she be, you at least had Bruce on your side.

You step out into humidity and immediately one of the doormen flanks you, rushing to open your car door for you with a "Goodnight, Mx. Wayne" and a "get home safe" that goes in one ear and out the other. You just barely have the wits about you to return the pleasantry, climbing into the backseat of your car with your hand halfway to the collar of your coat when you freeze.

Across from you is Mr. Carpinelli, smiling around another cigar. How the smell of it hadn't hit you when you first sat down was far beyond you. The car jerks into Gotham city traffic without a hitch. A glance in the rear-view tells you that this is not your usual driver.

You're trying really hard to not let this get to you.

"I forgot to say before: congratulations on the nuptials."

"The wedding hasn't happened yet."

Carpinelli raises an eyebrow, "But you still make the help call you Wayne?"

"Can I help you with something, Mr. Carpinelli?" It takes some hidden strength in you to keep the shake out of your voice, "Perhaps I wasn't clear enough before?"

The mob boss stretches his leg until his foot is pressing into the bottom of your seat, those same pretty snakeskin shoes marred by mucky rainwater. You turn your knees away but feel the water drip onto your ankle. You resist the severe urge to drive an ice pick through his skull.

"I called your mommy after our little conversation," your blood runs cold, "and she told me to disregard your little... power trip." He blows a ring of smoke, "So no bad blood here."

"Did she, now?"

"Mhm. Seemed pretty pissed, too. Hope she doesn't ground ya."

"You seem to think it's her name on the building."

"It ain't yours."

"Yet."

Carpinelli laughs, brushing some ash onto the carpet, "Funny. How that works." And he sits up, crouching in front of you with his cigar raised above your knee. His other hand clutches it in his meaty palm. His cigar is close enough to the skin that you can feel the heat coming off of it, all the while struggling against suffocating on the smoke. Your phone is in your coat pocket and there'd be no way to discreetly get to it with him this close. "Listen, doll. I'm doing this as a courtesy. I don't usually give people the chance to piss me off twice."

The panic button in all Wayne Enterprises vehicles is under the seat, however.

Carpinelli keeps talking and you take your hands out of your lap, leaning forward and feigning that you're listening. All the while, your fingers are stretching under the seat, searching for that little, tiny, infinitesimal-

The car rocks violently as something heavy lands on top of it with a thud. It shocks Carpinelli enough that he lets your knee go, turning his head up to the ceiling, "What the fuck was that?"

The driver knows just as much as the two of you do. You feel him jerk the car straight, but before he can pull over to check what made the sound, a fist punches through the roof of the car.

It's enough to make Carpinelli fall over like a bumbling buffoon.

He doesn't get very long to collect himself. The metal of the roof is being torn back, making an ugly sound as the hole gets bigger. You manage to locate the panic button just in time to see a hand reach down into the car and grip Carpinelli by the front of his suit and... and snatch him out.

The driver nearly crashes the car into a building trying to pull to a stop, fumbling futilely for the handgun at his side, but another hole is punched into the roof above his head and he's dragged out just as dramatically as Carpinelli.

Before you can be stolen too, you crawl to the front and unlock the car before throwing your full weight against the door to escape.

Outside, you find the driver splayed out on the sidewalk, out cold. On the street, Carpinelli is crawling away on all fours from... your husband. In all his caped glory.

"I-I didn't do nothing! I swear!" Carpinelli cries. You watch, however, as Bruce plods up to him. He ignores his pleas for mercy and yanks him up by the collar once more. Carpinelli's feet dangle inches off the ground.

"Who'd you pay off?" Bruce's voice barely carries over the noise of the city, but you hear it from where you're crouched behind the car.

"Wh... what? What are you talking about?" Bruce violently shakes Carpinelli and you watch as the smaller man grips at his arm for dear life. "I swear to God, I got no idea what you're talking about!"

"Your driver. Not your car. Who did you pay off?"

Carpinelli's eyes are wild. You've never seen true fear like that before, "Nobody! Nobody. My guy stole the keys and badge off the other driver. That's all!" When Bruce doesn't immediately release him, the mob boss keeps squealing, "T-The driver's in the boiler room. Knocked out cold. He's not dead. I promise."

Seconds might as well be minutes as you and Carpinelli hold your breaths. Waiting for the Batman's judgment.

Bruce yanks Carpinelli toward the car, rams his head into the trunk, and lets the unconscious mob boss roll under the boot.

After a few stuttered breaths, you stand to your feet.

Bruce doesn't raise his head from where he'd been staring down Carpinelli, but his eyes flit to you in an instant. Stepping over the bottom half of your abductor, Bruce makes his way around to you.

You're gearing up to tell him you're alright when his hands find both sides of your face, effectively silencing you, "Did he hurt you?"

You tremble. The adrenaline rush was falling steadily, but Bruce hasn't touched you like this since... since... since before he began to hate you.

His eyes are all full of concern though, the clearest his expression has been toward you since this whole engagement kicked off in the first place. You feel like you're really seeing him right now and it's too delicate for you to grasp. You wade in it a little longer, selfishly, "You got here just in time. Before I even hit the panic button, I- how?"

You're surprised to find Bruce suddenly timid. He releases your cheeks and despite the dewy heat of early summer, you crave the warmth of his hands instantaneously. "There's a bug in the office."

You blink, "Come again?"

"The cars, too."

"Like... recently, or..." Bruce gives you a look that says "I think you know the answer to that". Somehow, this is more chilling than almost being kidnapped. "Do you... listen to everything?"

"Do you have something to hide?"

No, you want to say, just hours of me singing to myself, ranting to the wall, and unscheduled visits from my mother about how I should baby trap you. Surely, if he'd heard any of that, he'd have sued your mother into oblivion and this whole marriage would have been done for. You swallow down the panic and shake your head, "Not really, no."

Sirens in the distance grow louder as they reach your destination, and sure enough, the signal to the GCPD had gone through without a hitch. Several cop cars round the corner and Bruce carries Carpinelli and the driver's body out into the street for them to pick up.

You glance between him and the first cop that pulls up, "I should... probably grab another ride to my mother's. She's going to be furious about... well, everything."

But before you can walk away, Bruce grips your upper arm and pulls you back into his side, making you stumble and grab onto his chest. You stare up at him, bewildered. Bruce grunts. "That can wait. I'm taking you home."

"But the police-"

"Emilio Carpinelli? Is it my birthday, Batman?" One of the cops snickers as he walks up, handcuffs at the ready, "What happened here?"

Bruce cuts you off before you can answer, "Attempted kidnapping and criminal threat toward the Wayne Enterprises CEO. Carpinelli admitted to the assault of the Waynes' driver, as well as stealing his badge and keys. Send a car to Wayne Enterprises to retrieve the driver from the boiler room. That's all he admitted to."

"Will do. And you, Mx. Wayne? Sure hope he didn't get his filthy paws on ya."

You shake your head, "No, thank goodness. Batman arrived just in time."

The cop nods, "Well, we'll probably need to bring you in for further questioning. Just to corroborate the story in fuller detail."

"Tomorrow. Bruce Wayne wants them back home now."

The cop looks between you and Batman, eyes narrowing in confusion. Eventually, they land back on you for confirmation, "Yes," you breathe, leaning into Bruce's side with intention now, "my husband- well, fiancé is very worried. But I'll be happy to stop by the precinct bright and early tomorrow morning, if that's alright?"

And it's not like the guy is gonna argue with you when your kidnapping lead to the arrest of one of the biggest dons running Gotham City. He leaves you and Bruce with a nod and a call to stay safe.

But as Bruce leads you in the direction of what is slowly appearing to be the "Batmobile", you pry his hand off your arm and hold it in between you instead, "Mr. Wayne wants me home, you said?"

Bruce pointedly ignores the teasing in your tone, "God forbid someone else tries to make off with you."

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