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S5 should’ve come back from Crisis with the show completely flipped on its head and had Lena leading her own version of the Legion of Doom

In my head it goes like this:

In rebuilding the universe, while Lex is trying to rewrite reality in his favor, Kara is only focused on two things: getting her loved ones back safe and sound, and Lex never being in a position to hurt Lena ever again

The resulting Earth is nothing like Kara (or Lex) expect it to be (and J’onn is unable to restore memories in either direction because that was lazy writing) so Kara, Lex, and J’onn all remember Earth-38 and everyone else only know this new world they’ve stumbled into

Surprise #1: as far as the world is concerned, Kara Danvers is dead and Kara Zor-El is the one that did it

Our Kara is shocked to learn that she’s been under the influence of red kryptonite since Lord accidentally invented it and has gone out of her way to remain that way

Because Supergirl was less than eager to be helpful after stopping Myriad, Lena’s helicopter does crash and Lillian does her Metallo thing

Lena and Supergirl start “working together” though obviously no one in this group will ever actually trust each other

Reign arrives and starts as an adversary to everyone until Lena somehow brings her into the fold

(Ruby goes into hiding with Alex and eventually Kelly because regardless of the red kryptonite, anyone close to Kara is still off limits and “safe”)

Brainy arrives from the future, having acquired the Harun-El to stop Reign but he isn’t prepared for Red!K Kara to be protecting her

When Lena discovers that the Harun-El has created Red Daughter, she finds a way to use it on Kal and gets a Red Son as well

(Clark runs away with Lois for now because she’s pregnant or something idk)

Brainy processes everything and after meeting Lena knows that the best (safest) place for him now is with her because he’s got nothing else

Now, back from Crisis, Kara finds herself thrust in the middle of Lena’s empire, having to keep her trust while also looking to find an answer to restoring the Earth-38 memories of those closest to her and to bring Lena back to the light

(Lena hasn’t crossed any big lines just like trying to do good through extreme means ya know)

J’onn is mainly tasked with the memories issue and idk what the solution is but it’s not that he can just restore them from nothing

Lex, because of Kara’s interference in reshaping the universe, is to Lena as Frank the son is in Miss Congeniality (a bad dude with no agency of his own and completely at Lena’s mercy)

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The only person who wants Katie McGrath to play a lesbian and kiss the girls more than I do is Katie herself.

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The only person who wants Katie McGrath to play a lesbian and kiss the girls more than I do is Katie herself.

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Kara's mood was difficult to read if you didn't know what to look for. Smiles came easily for her, no matter what. But Lena had learned to read Kara no matter what. If she was happy she'd go for some of her favourites, though they also made an appearance when she was sad. Those were important to read in proportions, more food like on Krypton? Sad about outliving people. More of the earth food? Probably happy. It was difficult for Lena to learn it though, because she hadn't realised it. The reason she hadn't realised it was simple. Kara only did that with other people. It was only when she was invited to a game night did she see it. Kara had specific food she'd always get for Lena. At first Lena had been confused, but when Kara had gifted her with a book on Krypton's scientific advances she realized it. Just in a footnote, a reference to a cultural practice only practiced within a certain city. Nothing more than a curiosity to the author, something so normal. But when she compared the mentioned food to what Kara got her, it became clear quickly. Argon had a tradition of finding specific edible flowers, which used to grow around the city before the large advances in science destroyed the wildlife. Those edible flowers were for meals you only made your intended. Kara was courting her with food. And if that wasn't the most Kara thing to do, Lena wasn't in love with that oblivious alien. Now what was the Kryptonian way to accept that.

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It began with a sneeze.

Lena’s entire body tensed, pain wracking her sinuses, and she tried to tamp it down and swallow it. There was a room full of investors, and she paused mid-presentation. She held up a protesting hand, signaling that she needed no help, and waved off her assistants. Finally the feeling subsided and she soldiered on, accidentally repeating part of the presentation. It didn’t matter, it was just a formality.

After, she was sitting alone in her office and she did sneeze this time, hard, into a silk handkerchief. A dull ache had settled into her bones and she felt droopy, tired. Still, she had work to do. Not the work she wanted to do. Not running the company, not strategizing. Not inventing or innovating. It was menial. It was assigned. She worked for her brother.

It was his pretty revenge, because Lena shot him two times in the chest. Then a bunch of very strange shit happened and Lena suddenly found herself in an entirely different world where Lex had never died, even though they both remembered it. A hellish nightmare world where Lillian was a philanthropist and Kara and all her friends worked more or less for Lex, keeping aliens in check.

Lena couldn’t go to her best friend for help, because her best friend had betrayed her. Lena almost wished she’d been erased when the multiverse collapsed, replaced by a copy of herself who’d never felt this agony.

There was a truth she would never admit, even to herself.

She’d feel better if Kara was here.

The days dragged on and so did her cold. Except, it wasn’t a cold. On the third day she woke to a high fever, feeling a little wobbly when she forced herself out of bed. Her sinuses burned and she had to breathe through her mouth. When she took her temperature, it was elevated, close to being dangerous. Every muscle and joint on her body ached and the sight of food made her retch involuntarily.

Lena had the goddamn flu.

She did something she’d never done: by a curt email, she informed her staff that she was ill and would not be in the office today. Instead, she rummaged through her closet, her breath catching on a familiar sweatshirt.

It was a Midvale High School Mathletes sweater. It was Kara’s, but Lena knew with a certainty that Kara had not been in Lena’s penthouse since It Happened. There was no way for this to get here but…

She stifled a sob. This world had its own Lena, one whose life she’d appropriated or merged with or God knows what, and that Lena Kara’s clothes in her home. Lena kept stumbling across them and it hurt more every time.

Had they been happy, before? Kara must have spent the night. They must have been close. Lena had been close with her Kara; they hung out and Kara had slept over a few times but they weren’t really on your-clothes-in-my-closet terms. Had that been what happened here? Did they share the bed? Were they…

Did they…

Lena put it on, felt it shelter her body. She put in two pairs of leggings and hoped her laptop would warm her. She curled with it on the couch, and got exactly nothing done. After three hours she closed the computer and flipped channels until she found the old friend of the seriously ill and the chronically unemployed: reruns.

Curling on one end of the couch, she laid her head to rest on the arm and her eyes slid closed.

It seemed that as soon as she did, she opened them again. Her head was throbbing. She tried to push herself up, but it was too great an effort and she flopped down again. Her throat was dry and sticky, and unable to breathe through her nose, air came in reedy wheezes. Swallowing only made it worse, and she felt a rising panic.

Something beyond sleep, thick and heavy, was dragging her down, even as she struggled.

A chill night breeze rolled over her, and she shivered explosively.

"Easy now. I've got you."

Powerful arms lifted her limp body and carried her. Gently, Lena was laid on her bed and a blanket thrown over her.

She opened her eyes. Kara sat her up, cradling her in one arm as she held a glass in another, so Lena could drink. She let the cool water wet her throat and did her best to breathe again. Gently, Kara lowered her back down to rest and folded a cool, damp cloth on her forehead. Lena sighed in relief.

“Get out. Don’t want you here.”

“I’m sorry,” Kara whispered. “I can’t leave you alone like this. I’ll be right back.”

She was indeed right back, Supergirl walking into Lena’s budoir carrying a drug store bag full of medicine. She sat Lena up again and administered the foul tasting stuff over Lena’s protests, then shut off the lights.

Lena tried to roll on her side. It didn’t go well.

Kara knelt and slipped out of her boots. Then, she undid one side, then the other, and unclasped her cape from her shoulders. She then swept it over Lena and tucked it around her gently.

“Kara,” Lena muttered.

“Hush. It’s a blanket. It’ll keep you warm.”

Lena wasn’t sure what happened next, if she dreamed it or if it was real, but she felt the bed shift as Kara climbed aboard and laid down beside her.

Eventually, she woke up again. Kara was tucked against her back, one arm thrown protectively over Lena’s side, resting on her blanket cocoon. Kara snored lightly, lying on the bed so that her chin rested on the crown of Lena’s head.

Kara noticed she’d stirred and silently stood, offering Lena her next dose of syrupy, nasty medicine. She accepted it just as silently and laid back down to sleep.

The cycle continued. Day came. Kara didn’t leave her. She drew the curtains and laid on the bed beside Lena, never speaking, never making any demands.

Finally Lena was well enough to roll over and face her.

“Why are you here?”

“I heard Gillian’s Island coming from your living room and thought you must be in danger.”

Lena snorted in spite of herself.

Kara softened. Her big blue eyes, eyes that could launch a thousand ships, carried such a weight of sorrow that Lena felt a surge of pain and regret in her heart, wondering why in the hell they were feuding. No. She couldn’t do that. She couldn’t just…

“I’m sorry.”

Lena tucked herself into the blankets. She wanted to roll over, to turn away, to stop this before she did something she would regret later.

“I keep finding your things in my place,” Kara murmured. “It makes me wonder if it was different here. If we were different. What if I’d made other choices. If I’d been honest with you. Bolder.”

“You weren’t,” said Lena. “You aren’t. That’s the way it is. That door was closed.”

“When I landed on your balcony, it was open.”

“A mistake I won’t repeat. Careless. Thank you for helping me, but I didn’t need it. I don’t need you.”

Kara closed her eyes and sighed.

“I hate doing this.”

“Doing what?”

“You’re lying.”

Lena jerked back, as much as her aching body would allow, anyway.

“How do you know?”

It didn’t hit Lena that she hadn’t offered a denial, at least not until later.

“Easy,” Kara smiled. “I cheat. Skin conductivity and moisture levels. Heat bloom on your skin. Pulse. Pupil dilation. Breathing patterns.”

“I have the flu. That’s why.”

Kara frowned.

“You’re wearing my sweater.”

“It’s not yours. It’s hers. The lives we stole.”

Kara shook her head. “That’s not what he did. Your brother created this world to live out his fantasies and make me suffer. That’s why your things are at my place and mine at yours. It’s showing us the life we should have had,” a tear shone on Kara’s cheek, “had I not been a fuckup and a coward. If I’d trusted you.”

Lena choked back a small sob, and started to cough violently.

Without a word, Kara gathered her up and rested Lena’s head on her shoulder, walling her up in those beefy, protective arms of hers. Lena allowed it, curling her fingers against the twitching muscles of Kara’s back.

Lena wanted to pull away…

No. That was a lie, a miserable fucking lie. She didn’t want to pull back. She didn’t want to fight. She thought she had to, that she needed to.

“Don’t cry,” Kara said, tenderly brushing a tear from Lena’s cheek. “I know you’re furious with me. I know things are bad. I know your brother has power over us. It’ll get better. I won’t let him hurt you. I won’t let anyone hurt you. I promise.”

“You already hurt me.”

“I know,” Kara whimpered, her voice wobbling. “I’m sorry, Lena. I’ve never been more sorry about anything in my entire life. I wake up every day praying I can find some way to take it back."

"You can't."

Kara tensed.

"Maybe you don't have to," said Lena.

Kara's breath caught. She lowered Lena to the bed, and this time wrapped them in the blankets together. She was so warm.

"I've got you."

Blessedly, Lena slept.

Each time she woke, she felt better. Eventually, she was well enough for Kara to leave the bed. A few minutes later, Kara came back, and she brought breakfast. Her appetite back, Lena dug in, enjoying the tea Kara brought.

Kara took the tray and plates when she was done.

"You look a lot better."

Lena nodded. "Ah, yes, thank you."

Silence. There was a heavy pause, and then Kara sat down beside her on the bed.

"I wish I'd been brave before."

Lena looked at her, really looked at her, this enchanting vision looking at Lena like she hung all the stars in the sky, her eyes so full of longing that Lena felt she might fall into them forever.

"What would you do if you were brave?"

"This."

Warm fingers curled around Lena's chin. Kara leaned in, and Lena felt it happen even before their lips touched. When they did, it was electric. Lena felt the world spinning. Kara caught her and lowered her to the bed.

"I don't care about multiverses and cosmic entities and your evil brother. No matter what they throw at me, I will always find my way back to you. If you want me."

Lena pulled her down into another kiss, and that was her answer.

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“You make me feel something.”

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Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.

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Kara Zor-El, Woman of Tomorrow!

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Lara Croft / Wonder Woman by Stjepan Sejic

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“Supergirl!”

Kara was getting tired of hearing her name, sometimes. Well, tired of hearing that name. There had been a certain novelty at first. The first time it happened, her stomach dropped with dread. She went into a panic, wondering how she’d been found out and what this person’s intentions were. Then, she remembered that she’d spilled the secret herself, and it was the biggest news story of the year, and the person’s intentions were to get an autograph for her daughter, which Kara quietly obliged.

The first few weeks, she spent most of her time adjusting. Every time she went out in public, she had to deal with reactions. People tried to pay for her order at Noonan’s, tried to buy her beers, asked her bizarre and awkward questions. They could be really forward, too. She had more than one man tell her that the skirt suit was better, and one guy actually had the audacity to tell her that it’s a shame her cape covers her ass.

Then things settled, at least a little. Lena taught her how to handle it, how to deal with paparazzi and invasive questions or shouted epithets.

They were walking together when a young woman called Kara out by her other name and ran up to them. Kara tensed, but Lena was easy and relaxed. She’d been working on her own powers and was gone for weeks at a time, now and then, meeting with and learning from from strange people.

She’d reassured Kara. “I’m not putting on a skintight suit and calling myself Miss Magic or whatever, Kara. I’d rather keep things the way they are.”

Of course they both knew that Kara would never let anyone hurt her.

The girl ran up to them with the uninhibited boldness of a starstruck fan, practically bouncing on her heels.

“OhmygodyouresupergirlandshesLenaohmyGod!”

Kara was bemused.

Lena said, “Try to breathe, sweetheart. We’d rather you not pass out.”

The girl looked between them excitedly. Kara knew what was coming: a selfie request. It was confirmed when the girl pulled out her phone.

“Can you do this meme?”

Kara blinked. Do what now?

She held out the phone and showed Kara a drawing of two of two women she didn’t recognize. One had long dark hair while another with pink hair, heavily muscled, wrapped an arm around her from behind. The first woman had her face tucked into the elbow of the second.

“Uhhh,” Kara said, eloquently.

“Sure, we can,” said Lena.

Kara blinked. “Wait, what?”

Before she knew what was happening, Lena stepped in front of Kara, then backed into her, tucking her body back against Kara. Lena’s back pressed lightly against her and her butt settled against Kara’s hips. Awkwardly at first, Kara brought her arm up around Lena and tensed as she felt Lena’s breath tickle her arm.

There were just out for a casual walk and Kara was wearing a workout tank, enjoying the summer sun as it soaked her skin. Lena was wearing a dark green sun dress that left her shoulders bare.

Lena committed to the bit, as it were, burying her face in Kara’s bicep. She could feel Lena’s lips pressed to her skin and her heart began to race. Without thinking, she put her other arm protectively around Lena’s waist and pulled Lena in.

Kara went still as she felt, and heard, Lena’s heart pounding in her chest. A blush crept up her face, and she almost forgot why this was even happening until she heard the shutter noise from the kid’s phone.

The magic was broken. Kara let her arm fall. Lena broke contact with her.

“Oh my God you are so jacked,” the girl said.

“Make sure you share that to Kara’s socials,” said Lena.

“I will! Thank you!”

“So we just did a meme?” Kara said, as the girl ran off to show her friends. They must have dared her to ask.

“Yes, Kara,” Lena sighed.

They resumed their walk, headed nowhere in particular. Every time Kara looked over at Lena, Lena was already looking at her and quickly looked away, her pale cheeks tinting pink.

“Lena,” Kara said, furtive. “Am I… jacked?”

Lena stopped and raised an eyebrow. Gingerly, she reached over and ran her figertips over the blocky mass of Kara’s shoulder, prompting an involuntary flex that continued as her nails pulled a sharp track down the back of her arm.

“Are you serious?”

Kara swallowed, hard.

“Kara, I can see your abs through your shirt and you’re not even flexing.”

There was something in her voice, heavy and thick, that set Kara off, sending funny little tingles shooting down her limbs as warmth pooled in her belly. She bit her lip and then saw that Lena’s eyes were roaming over her.

Skin conductivity increased, heat bloom in pelvic region, increased pulse and breathing, flushing, dilated pupils, circulation increasing in-

Kara blinked.

“Do you, um, like it?” Kara asked.

Lena swallowed hard, looking slightly startled. Her eyes locked with Kara’s. There was a sudden silent storm of emotion in that gaze, hope and sorrow. It was like looking into the eyes of someone starving who just had a feast placed in front of them and knew it was about to be cruelly torn away. Lena waited and waited, the moment dragging on just a little too long to be glossed over, moved past, not this time.

“What do you think?” said Lena.

Kara’s pulse was racing so hard she could feel it in her tongue. She was growing lightheaded and had to stop herself from floating off the ground.

She turned to fully face Lena, ignoring the world around them. She wasn’t sure how to do this, where to put her hands, how to even start. She was so scared. What if she misread the situation? What if Lena was just admiring her physique? You know, platonically.

Fuck it.

In the end, all Kara had to do was put her hands on Lena’s hips. It was as easy as that. Lena dove into her, and before they made full contact, she had flashes of all the times she’d almost done this, from the time Lena, tearful and soft and precious, lay on Kara’s shoulder to that brief moment of bravery that swept Kara to lean in for it when she returned from the Phantom Zone.

Their lips met. Lena was as soft and warm as Kara dreamed she’d be, and they slotted together perfectly. Lena kissed her fiercely, without reservation, finally getting her feast. Kara’s head felt it like it was spinning, the world whirling around them. Without thinking she lifted Lena up and kissed her so deeply, so filthily, that the distant part of her brain that was still working screamed we’re in public!

Not that she much cared, especially when Lena grabbed her ass with both hands, fingers spread wide to get a nice big handful, and squeezed. Hard.

Kara squeaked in surprise and delight and finally put her down. Lena was grinning, her hair a mess, pure joy radiating from her eyes.

“I should have done that years ago,” Kara said, breathless.

“Yes,” Lena whispered. “You should have, but, uhh…”

Oh, right. They were in public. There had to be fifty people aiming phones at them. Kara looked around and swallowed.

“Get me out of here, Supergirl.”

In an easy, practiced motion, Kara scooped her up and lifted into the sky as Lena tucked against her with the same familiarity, but it was different now. Better somehow.

It only took a few moments for Kara to set down on the roof of her building and a few moments more for the pair to tumble into Kara’s loft. Once they were inside and Kara latched the door, Lena was on her, almost trying to climb her.

“I have another meme I want to try out,” said Lena. “The one about getting railed in a sundress.”

Kara stared at her, and then picked her up and carried her to the bed.

Later, when Lena was sleeping contentedly in a nest of blankets, Kara got over her sense of dread and checked her phone. The first pop up was Instagram; she’d been tagged and the meme pic had gone viral. Following that was an alert from basically every news service on Earth making some kind of a comment about Supergirl’s relationship with Lena Luthor.

And, of course, texts.

Nia: CONGRATS!!!!

Brainy: I calculated a 97% possibility of this occurrence, but the security of the timeline demanded I be discreet.

J’onn: That was unanticipated.

Alex: GOD DAMN IT KARA

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It should be a bigger scandal that J.K. Rowling is threatening to sue small accounts for accurately calling her a Holocaust denier. So glad the Streisand effect exists. Now we can all rebuke her reprehensible views more than ever.

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Kara knew something was wrong from Lena’s heartbeat. That alone, the barely detectable change in rhythm and tempo, was enough, but her breathing was erratic and as Kara drew nearer, drifting through the afternoon air, she could hear the soft sobs.

A bad feeling had come over Kara. Things had been quiet between the two of them ever since the wedding; there had been a strange tension between them on that happy day and Kara couldn’t say why

(she knew what she wanted it to be but didn’t dare hope)

and with Alex and Kelly away on their honeymoon, Kara had mostly been on her own. Nia was spending most of her free time with Brainy and Kara sensed a proposal coming, and she was busy preparing for her public interview with Cat Grant. She was going to rip the bandages off and reveal her identity. There was a great deal of work involved, and Kara had spent a lot of time fretting over the details, and in the back of her head she was worried about the ramifications of years spent reporting on Supergirl and using “her” as a source. It was a massive ethical dilemma, and thought it always made sense at the time…

Right now all that mattered was the heartbeat. Kara had been giving Lena the space she sensed she needed, but Jess had called Kara from the Foundation and told her that Lena hadn’t come to work in three days, and no one had heard from her. It was uncharacteristic of someone who ran her life with almost military precision. Kara had even asked Alex to text Lena, but they’d gotten the same single word replies.

Kara pulled in a big breath, feeling her stomach churn as she lighted on the balcony and slid open the door, knowing it would be unlocked. She wished Lena would stop doing that, but also felt a little tilt in her chest from knowing Lena hadn’t locked her out.

She was on the sofa, curled up on her side and asleep. She’d probably had the same pajamas on for two days and there were empty bottles of wine in a neat row on the table in front of her. Her eyes were puffy from crying and her cheeks a little raw. Kara felt an instant pang and reached for her, before stopping to deactivate her suit.

Kneeling next to the sofa, Kara touched her fingers to Lena’s shoulders. Lena woke instantly with a start, head jolting up as she sucked in a reedy breath and her heart raced explosively, sending a shock of terror up Kara’s spine.

“Oh fuck,” Lena blurted, kicking out her legs as she bolted upright. “Oh God, Kara what…”

“Hey,” Kara said softly. “I was… I’m sorry. Are you okay? I came in through the balcony. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Lena’s chest heaved as she gasped for breath, staring at Kara with watery eyes. “Are you real?”

“What? Yes, of course I’m real.”

“I must have been dreaming. It was a dream. Just a dream. I was dreaming,” Lena muttered.

Kara rose from her knees and sat down on the couch.

“Come here.”

Lena almost crashed into her, wrapping her arms tightly around Kara and squeezing hard. She smoothed her fingers over the soft dark waves of Lena’s hair and pulled her in as she began to sob into Kara’s shoulder.

“I dreamed he killed you,” Lena choked out. “He came back again and he killed you and I couldn’t stop it. It felt so real.”

“I’m fine. I’m right here.”

Lena continued to sob, her entire body shaking with the force of it. Kara wrapped her in a fierce hug, trembling as she did.

“Every time I close my eyes he’s there, and when I’m awake all I can think about is that I killed my brother.”

“That didn’t happen in this timeline.”

Lena choked out an angry, frustrated sob. “It happened for me. I aimed a gun at my own brother’s chest and I pulled the trigger. And he came back! He came back and he almost killed you two or three fucking times, I can’t count.”

“He’s gone. He’s not coming back.”

“You can’t just say that!” Lena screamed into Kara’s throat.

Stunned, Kara softened her grip on Lena, only for Lena to pull her in harder, like she was trying to climb inside her.

“Why can’t I stop mourning him? He ruined my life. He was the person I trusted most and he turned out to be a monster. He used me my whole life and my emotions were just a game to him. He tried to to kill the woman I… tortured you, took you away for months and I thought I’d never see you again. I just wanted to tell you how sorry I was and how much…”

Lena cut herself off with a sob.

“I know it’s not the same,” Kara murmured, “but when I was a little girl I worshipped my father. I wanted to grow up like him and do what he did. I was going to be a scientist too.”

“You’d have been a good one.”

Kara shook her head. “My father was responsible for the Medusa virus. A bioweapon designed to eradicate non-Kryptonian life. A weapon of genocide.”

Lena shuddered.

Kara swallowed, hard.

“My world wasn’t a paradise. It felt that way because it was simple for me. There wasn’t all the pain of learning alien ways and an alien language and controlling superpowers and everything else. My father taught and protected me and my mom maintained order. But it was wasn’t a paradise. My people were… Krypton was… I think in a lot of worlds out there, we were the bad guys. Okay, the Daxamites were slavers, but on Krypton people were born into the labor guild and did menial jobs their whole lives, while people like me were born into privilege. Is that much better?”

“I don’t understand.”

“I don’t judge you for mourning Lex, Lena. He was your protector and your friend, and it was real to you. If there’s anything I hate him for, it’s hurting you.” Kara swallowed. “The one thing I can’t abide is anyone hurting you. I’ll break all my rules to keep you safe.”

Lena’s breathing eased and Kara could feel her relax.

“I’ve been avoiding you.”

“I figured you needed space. I wasn’t sure why but I trusted you to tell me if you need to.”

There was a long, heavy pause, and then Lena said.

“Kara, I can’t do this. I can’t share you.”

“Share me?”

“When you reveal your identity,” Lena pulled back, “you’re going to be the most famous person in the word. Everyone is going to be all over you. The press, politicians, everybody, and everyone who has a grudge against you or your cousin is going to know exactly where to find you, all the time.”

“I’ll keep you safe, no one will…”

“I didn’t say anything about me. You, Kara. What about you?”

“I’m Supergirl. I’ll be fine.”

“And what about me?” said Lena.

“I told you…”

“No. What about me when I have to watch you getting beaten to a pulp by another alien? What about me when you’re in a coma on the sun bed? What about me when I see on the news that a bomb went off in your apartment and I have to wonder if it was laced with Kryptonite shrapnel? I’m not worried about people coming after me. I’m a billionaire with magic powers. I could put on a goofy costume and join the club if I wanted. I’ve already lost you so many times and I can’t do it again.”

Stunned, Kara sat with her eyes wide, not sure when exactly she’d lifted Lena into her lap.

“It’s so selfish of me,” Lena went on. “You don’t belong to me. I don’t get to make demands of you. But don’t want you to out yourself. I don’t want to lose you again. As soon as you do this you’re going to be hounded by the whole world and they’ll claw you away from me again.”

Kara’s own heart raced now, hammering in her chest. Lena sounded so desperate and so sure, clinging to a Kara like she might disappear.

“I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s your choice and I have to respect it. It’s okay,” she was clearly telling herself.

“No,” Kara choked out, “no it’s not. I can’t believe how stupid I’ve been.”

“Kara,” said Lena.

“No. I have been. I can’t believe I said what I said to you at the wedding, about not being my authentic self. To you, of all people.”

Lena swallowed hard. Kara drew back and looked at her, really looked at her, drinking in the soft beauty of her eyes as she swept back a tear with a brush of her thumb. Lena’s eyes were huge, her lips trembling, and Kara felt an almost painful pang of sorrow and regret and a powerful stirring, long thrust down and buried and now clawing its way forth as Lena stared back, the deep sadness and loss in her own eyes tinged by a hint of forlorn hope.

“I can’t believe that I can see through walls and I’m so blind.”

“Kara?” Lena whispered.

“I’m calling it off. I’ll keep my secret.”

“You don’t have to do that just to please me.”

“I don’t need them. I need you. I’m yours, if you’ll have me.”

Lena’s heart raced so fast that Kara briefly thought she might have to fly her to the hospital. Instinctively, she slipped one arm under her knees and the other around her shoulders and stood, lifting Lena as if she weighed nothing.

Eyes wide, Lena bit her lip.

“What do you mean?”

“What do you mean when you say you’re mine? I need you to say it, Kara. I was too scared at the wedding. I can’t do this. I need you to.”

Oh.

Kara shifted her Lena’s weight in her arms, bring them closer together. She’d danced this dance before; she thought of the day she came back from the Phantom Zone, when she held Lena in her arms and felt the sun again and she almost did it, she almost just fucking did it…

And she did it.

She kissed Lena, already ready to sputter an apology and find a way out of this, but her words were lost when Lena’s soft lips met hers and Lena was ready to devour her, happily rocketing past chaste first kiss as she grabbed Kara with both hands and pulled her in.

Kara’s stomach flipped. She didn’t know what to do. She’d been kissed, she thought she’d been intimate, but she could see now that those things had been mere stimulation and nothing more. Something soared inside her as she had soared in the sky the very first time she flew. Joy unbridled swelled in her chest and she could feel Lena laughing exultantly into her mouth and even as tears mingled on her cheeks.

She wanted this. She wanted this. It was right here all along.

“Kara,” Lena whispered. “I…”

“Should I put you down?”

“On the bed.”

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a "midwife" you say... tch. such a foolish word. a wife could never be mid. all women are epic