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stealingyourbones · 2 years

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Danny Phantom meets Superman. More accurately I should say that Danny Fenton meets Clark Kent.

Let me make this clear cause people seem to forget this: superman is smart. Clark kent is a very intelligent guy. Hes an INVESTIGATIVE journalist. He works with Lois Lane whos a multiple Pultizer prize winner and you know damn well that Lois wouldn’t work with anyone that cant keep up with her in both wits and smarts. He’s good at his job and in some comics he gets Pulitzer Prizes from some of his articles as well. Dude is dumb but he’s smart if you get what I’m saying. High Int. Low Wis.

With that in mind, During an assignment by Perry White, Lois and Clark meet the Fentons in their Amnesty residence to get some quotes on an article that discusses “Everything we thought didn’t exist is now real. Superheroes, Aliens, even Vampires, so why do we not Believe in Ghosts?”

Clark Kent spots Danny and notices instantly that MANY things are wrong with this child. His shoulders are hunched in a way that is intentional and tensed. Like he doesn’t know if he should fight or flee. His eyes are darting around and constantly taking in their surroundings like he’s waiting for something to barge in. His heart is beating far slower than it should. The kid intentionally makes his chest rise and fall but he’s not breathing in any oxygen. All of those are concerning but they can happen in metas. The thing that isn’t normal is that Clark can’t hear any of Danny’s other organs working. Like the kid is a revitalized corpse and his body only thought to bring back half of its needed functions.

So Clark does some digging. He doesn’t want to tell any of the Justice League because this isn’t a Superman job, this is a job for Clark Kent. He gets some help from Oracle and with her word that she won’t say anything to batman, He agrees to update her regularly about the kids situation.

Oracle sends over some VERY concerning documents from an organization called “The Ghost Investigation Ward”. Oracle tells Clark that she’s working on tipping off the Bats and Birds so they can help dismantle the organization.

While sifting through the documents Clark comes across a profile of a “Danny Phantom”. As I said, Clark isn’t stupid. There is definitely a profile of Danny Fenton as well since he’s the son of two world renown ghost hunters. He puts the two and two together and uncovers just the horrible treatment that Phantom has been receiving from his parents, the government, and his peers. Clark is outraged and can’t just stand aside and let this kid suffer. So he makes another trip to the Fenton residence under the guise of needing another quote and sits Danny and Jazz down and tells him that he knows of the terrible lab safety, the immoral experiments his parents do on the regular, the neglect of the kids in pursuit of scientific discovery. He knows and he wants to help. Clark tells Danny and Jazz that there is an apartment available right nextdoor from his and that he can help them get to a safer location and apply for emancipation.

The Fenton kids are shocked at this guy and his immensely kind heart. Danny knows something is up though. Something is up with Clark Kent. He looks like all his life would be spent in the gym when he isn’t at work and yet Danny can’t find a thing on Clarks interest in working out. His baggy clothes somewhat cover up his muscles but his frame is far too wide to be hidden. Clarks heartbeat is slightly faster than the average persons. No human eyes could be that startlingly sky blue. And Danny knows that he has seen Clarks face somewhere but he cant put a pin on it.

The Fenton kids agree and they get brought to metropolis and the emancipation case is no problem with the evidence Clark managed to collect. The kids get the apartment next to Clarks and Clark helps them grow and get better mentally and situationally. Clark knows that in a way he’s trying to make up for his neglect on Connor but he still knows that helping these kids is the right decision.

After a month or so, Clark and the Fenton kids have a rhythm of meeting at each others apartments, getting doted over to make sure that the fentons are well fed and have everything they need and are getting settled into their new life.

Clark hasn’t told the league. Oracle keeps her promise to keep the Fentons out of Batman and the Justice League’s radar. Clark knows that he will have to tell them soon eventually. He knows that things like this wont last. He tries his best to keep these kids happy and support them how an actual caring parent should act.

A few months into the Fentons stay in Metropolis on a cool autumn afternoon, Danny is sitting on a beanbag chair reading a ratty old book that Clark lent him as Clark is typing away on his computer writing up an article for the Daily Planet when Danny looks over to Clark and says,

“I’m Phantom.”

Clark pauses typing and shoots a small smile towards danny, “I know.”

Danny nods in relieved acceptance as Clark straightens up from his hunced over position on his computer.

He pulls back his shirt collar slightly to show the blue suit and red cape. “I’m Superman.”

Danny looks at him and smiles, “I know.”

They both just sit and continue reading and writing with soft smiles on their faces. Comforted at the exchange and that it’s finally out there and eachother knew.

After a while Danny’s obsession gets to be too much. He tells Clark about it and that he has to find a way to sate his obsession of protecting and Clark accepts that it was only a matter of time and invites him to meet the League.

When Superman brings Danny to the Watchtower, saying that the rest of his fellow superheroes were shocked would be an understatement. The Man of Steel and this ghost kid are talking like a father and son.

To say that Batman was pissed that he wasn’t informed of this child is also an understatement. But there is also some amusement and respect under that frustration. Superman managed to keep this kid under wraps and didn’t even alert Batman. Superman smirking and saying under his breath to him “Looks like the World's Greatest Detective isn’t so great huh?” Makes Batman respect the man even more.

In the Watchtower, Danny meets up with Teen Titans/The Team/Whatever They’re Called Now, and meets Conner. Conner is understandably pissed and spiteful that Danny got to have Superman as a father figure.

Conner knows that Superman treating Danny this way is definitely a way of him trying to make up for the faults and breaks he had with his parental relationship with Conner. he agrees with himself that he shouldn’t hate Danny for having Superman as a Dad and the two get along like tinder and matches. Connor still has a grudge against Superman don’t get me wrong, just not as much as before.

Sometimes while the League is in battle, Superman likes to just look for Danny and watch him hold his own against world ending threats. Danny is now truly confident and it’s no longer a facade. He’s no longer hunching into himself to look smaller. He laughs more often now and seems to be genuinely happy. Superman fondly looks at his son as his kids eyes flicker with green fire as he says a shitty ice pun and freezes Metallo in his tracks with ghostly ice.

#dp x dc #prompt #writing prompt #who am I kidding this is basically an outline of a fic not a prompt #eh might as well put the tag there #Danny phantom #dc comics #Superman #Batman #I just want happy dad Clark Kent do you understand?#I want this static ass character of a man have the writers give him some character growth so I’ll do it my self the only way I know how #writing a concept for a fic crossover that would no way in hell happen in cannon #Lois Lane gets along super well with Jazz. they’re both super smart ladies and would make an unstoppable force against nature #I like to think Danny has similar unbreakable skin besides ghost weapons like Superman and Kryptonite #so imagine Clark Kent being really happy that he can finally hug someone with his full strength and not kill them #think on that one for a second

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suzukiblu · 5 months

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WIP Wednesday Game

Taken from @kedreeva.

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

file names:

a fake cryptid and a real romantic

mistaken identities and interdimensional refugees

YJ accidental baby acquisition

merfam drama

gentle princely caretaking

snippet from "a fake cryptid and a real romantic":

Clark hears a sudden rush of air and a thrumming, not-quite-human heartbeat, and is therefore unsurprised when Superboy pops up over the side of the Metropolis rooftop he’s sitting on and grins up at him. The kid always seems to be in a good mood, but is clearly in an even better one than usual.

“Guess what?!” Superboy greets gleefully, pushing himself up on the edge.

“What?” Clark asks, smiling wryly at him. The kid just gets so enthusiastic so easily. It’s kind of funny, to be honest.

“I got a date!” Superboy says delightedly, plopping into a seat beside him and kicking his legs excitedly as he does. “Robin said I could go hunting with him in Gotham this weekend!”

“You’re going to hang out, you mean,” Clark corrects kindly, since Superboy still has a notably skewed education and concept of correct terminology and probably calling working with another vigilante a “date” without knowing what that actually means isn’t going to end well for the kid in the long run. Especially since Robin isn’t actually an aspect of Gotham like the Batman is and would definitely be confused by it.

Admittedly, the Batman gets confused by some very straightforward things sometimes, but still.

“‘Hang out’,” Superboy repeats, cocking his head with a slightly puzzled expression that almost immediately clears into another excited grin. “That, yeah! I caught Catwoman breaking into some fancy cat exhibit in Gotham and dropped her off for him, and he was into it! And I gave him a diamond and he liked that too!”

“A . . . diamond?” Clark blinks. He really hopes Catwoman didn’t manage to be that bad of an influence on the kid in one meeting, but he wouldn’t put it past her. Superboy’s impressionable and Catwoman is . . . well, Catwoman. “Uh–where’d you get that?”

“I made it!” Superboy says proudly, puffing himself up as he mimes the act of crushing something in his fists.

. . . alright then, Clark thinks, mildly bewildered. He has no idea why Superboy would make a diamond, much less give it to Robin, but the kid gets weird ideas into his head sometimes and he supposes it would’ve been good practice for controlling his strength to very specific pressures, so he’s not going to say anything about it.

“Did you?” he says, figuring he should keep the conversation going. Superboy’s an odd kid, but he’s eager and has a good heart and always soaks up attention like a sponge, so Clark always tries to talk to the kid at least a little whenever the other finds him.

“I figured Robin’d like it,” Superboy says reasonably, kicking his feet again. “Birds like shiny stuff, and he’s kinda a bird, right?”

Clark is going to assume that Tim Drake more appreciated the expensive gemstone than the “shiny stuff”, assuming a teenage boy would even care about anything like that anyway, but he doesn’t want to rain on Superboy’s parade. Honestly, he’s just glad the kid’s finally trying to make a friend or two in the community who isn’t wearing an “S”. It never hurts to have a little backup on call–or to have a friend who understands the life around, either.

He’s not actually certain what the Batman’s latest Robin’s policy on maintaining his secret identity among the larger hero community is–even Dick still typically presents himself as a city splinter, just of Bludhaven instead of Gotham now–but even if he keeps passing for a cryptid with Superboy for a little while longer, it’s not like Superboy’s had a normal life experience. He’s not going to be bothered that he can’t talk about girls and homework with his new friend first thing.

Clark vaguely dreads the possibility of Superboy eventually deciding to come to him to talk about girls, because he has absolutely no idea how to talk to anyone about girls, much less an impressionable teenager who’s guaranteed to hang on his every word for the whole conversation and take everything he says as gospel while also misunderstanding at least half of it, judging by most of their previous conversations. He hasn’t even been able to figure out how to give the kid the Kryptonian version of the talk, though, much less if it’s actually applicable to him. Relationship issues and dating are a whole other kettle of fish.

Well, with any luck Superboy will stay too young for that kind of thing for a little while longer, Clark hopes halfheartedly. Just–please?

#meme #wip wednesday #wip: a fake cryptid and a real romantic #long post

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phoenixcatch7 · 1 year

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I want to write. A saiki k x superman crossover. SO BAD.

Luckily for me, I have actually seen both shows/media (to an extent), which feels increasingly rare these days lmao. I've got two ideas, and I don't know which one I like more. I will say this ended up being a LONG POST.

Either an accidental dimension cross, where saiki gets teleported to dc. He spends a couple hours figuring out what's going on, exploring his options and getting important lore via telepathy, but without being willing to mind control some hotel for a room or whatever he winds up people watching atop a skyscraper in some American city, just absorbing the concepts of public power use and heroes and aliens and all sorts. Reflecting on it's differences. That's when Clark decides to check in on this kid who hasn't moved for hours on patrol. Their heartbeat is calm, no stress, so he wasn't worried but he really should check.

Saiki, of course, has heard all about superman. What's available to the public, at least. An alien. He might feel better if he were an alien, at least then he'd know why. He doesn't really expect him to appear, but maybe he should have. Because it's only seconds after they greet each other and superman moves to sit down that saiki is hit with a plethora of background subconscious that's he's so used to himself. 'check your grip don't react move slower look away from the skeleton check your grip you didn't hear that relax your eyes you'll need to reapply bruise makeup after yesterday check your grip don't get distracted ignore ignore ignore-'

Ah. Maybe here. Here is someone who... Might understand.

I think they'd get on very well. Secret identities because you just want a normal life. Sometimes you can't help to help. You know a million private things you shouldn't and it's not your fault. No one ever shuts up even when they're silent and you're living in a world of cardboard. Superman would definitely check saiki was actually human XD. Maybe a bit of banter. Saiki gets to vent and talk and supes gets someone who isn't a blood relative lol. They talk until sundown and watch the shrimp colours and after Clark treats saiki to something sweet.

The other is a world fusion au, where saiki grows up alongside aliens and demons and maybe superheroes. Would it be better if he was the same gen as the jl or maybe younger?

What if saiki was kryptonian though. Some weird flavour. And his parents never think about it because baby saiki decided they were his parents and so they were. They just found a weird hunk of metal in the mountains on their honeymoon and little kusuke was so young he'd clean forgotten he had a new baby brother! He got over it though! So saiki grows up not knowing and eventually finds a cheap germanian ring, with a fake emerald in the center. It's blissfully silent, but wearing it too long makes him feel a bit nauseous. To be fair, blocking his own powers probably isn't very healthy. He heard there would be an eclipse tonight, over the ocean, and he wants to go see.

He's not alone. There's someone else there, also flying high above the ocean, hundreds of miles away from any land mass. His thoughts are - blurred, a bit faint, like a radio channel he's not properly tuned in to.

The other person, they noticed him too. They're miles apart, it shouldn't be possible. Another psychic?

I don't know which way it would go from there. If it was a same age, it'd be before everything hits the fan, narratively. Saiki and Clark would spend after school going to each others houses (though 80% of the time saiki would be the one going to Clark's) across continents, bonding and testing each others powers, getting into petty challenges. They both would be so good for each other, as equals, and saiki especially needs healthy friendships at that age. Then Mrs Kent mentions how Clark was found one night over dinner, blindsiding saiki because it just never came up in their everyday lives. Everyone assumes saiki was too, that he must be whatever Clark is, but he's not...?

And then they find the fortress of solitude. Meet jor el. And yeah, he very much is.

Psychic, yes. Human? Not so much. In fact, his parents were famous oracles who predicted the death of krypton to such an extent they were dismissed as fear mongers despite their powerful abilities. Jor had shared ship tech with them but never knew if they managed to use it.

Featuring several major identity crises for poor saiki and eventually a hero partner because Japan might be left mostly alone but metropolis sure isn't and unlike saiki supes can't duplicate himself (he's holding out for a yet but saiki just rolls his eyes at him when he says that). There's eight people who found the jl. Saiki REALLY likes mm. Batman is a traitor to normality.

If it were canon ages, there'd be a lot of mentor adoption. Saiki would appear helping to stop some alien invasion with his bare hands and then bows and tries to duck away. He isn't interested in hero stuff no siree but supes keeps politely tricking him into coming round to the farm, where he meets kids in similar situations (bcz supes adopts kon here f u) and sees how they handle it. Lots of tag teaming and attempts at pranking that all fail the saiki k way. There's so much else in the world they don't doubt saikis just Like That Psychic until he brings his ring. They all hone in immediately that 'that's kryptonite' and saiki maintains that it's the metal not the gem that muffled him until someone straight up steals the gem off the ring and he freezes in horror.

Lots of hijinks including 'you're supposed to be in school! Not JAPAN' and packs of overpowered teenagers roving the Japanese mountains looking for a possible krypton pod. Kusuke is feeling VERY VALIDATED RN and also incomprehensibly furious. It's a comedy of errors whenever any of them show up at saikis school or when he's with his friends. His parents remain oblivious while he grapples with either telling them he's adopted (painfully ironic), somehow undoing a decade and a half of mind control, how he'd even go about it... Makoto wakes up one night in Brazil because he made a comment in his house when kon was staying over for tea at saikis.

#saiki k #saiki kusuo no psi nan #kusuo saiki #disastrous life of saiki k #superman #kal el #justice league #Jla #dc comics #crossover #clark kent #fanfiction #What do you guys think?#Obv his birth parents in the second idea have pink hair that's a requirement #I just think saiki and kal have so many similarities in their way of life and their everyday problems and struggles #And just went about solving them differently #Saiki never dared to truly embrace his powers the way supes did. Even by the end he still regards them with a sort of resigned tiredness #Even if he does learn to appreciate them #It's so obvious it ties in to how their individual parents raised them (and their genre I suppose)#Like with saiki it's all suppression and managing what you have left with supes its about balance and inner peace and what you do with it #You know? I think saiki would benefit massively and also his deadpan humour is so incredibly funny if he went to hero land

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toodamnloyal · 2 years

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@notabirdnotaplane Continued

Superman was by no means a vampire (*cough cough tssk tssk*), but his sensitive hearing did allow him to tell when a person was nervous or lying by way of their body’s reactions… like this person’s speeding heartbeat.

Now Superman knew his rapid heartbeat could simply be a case of awe within his presence… but given the fact that he was staring at Clark Kent… something definitely was up.

“Of course I remembered, Kent. Don’t you know you’re my third favorite employee at the Daily Planet - behind Lois and Jimmy; I’m sure you’d understand my ranking.”

He saw his doppelgänger sneeze, and he knew it was fake given the fact he heard no congestion within his lungs - still, he played along.

“Oh, it takes a lot more than a human cold to get me sick. Would you like my medical staff to check you over? It’s completely complimentary and you would be in the hands of the best of the best.”

He wrapped a firm arm around his shoulder, speaking in a more hushed voice:

“Between you and me, these people are the same guys that stitch up Batman when he gets hurt. But keep that between you and me, okay?”

Superman’s main goal with his words was to get this person away from the crowds of gathered reporters and somewhere behind closed doors, so he could ask him his questions more directly.

“Say, Kent, would you like an exclusive backstage tour? See the stuff that we’re not revealing until opening day? It’ll be my honor, and I’m sure Mrs. Lane wouldn’t mind.”

There was a beat as the fae shapeshifter desperately tried to decide if this superhero was really being friendly and making a joke at his (supposed) expense - or if he’d made some fatal mistake. “I suppose it wouldn’t be fair to Lois if I was your favorite.” He said with a grin and quick chuckle that quickly gave way to another sneeze directed into his elbow. “Well.” He sniffled in his disguise as Kent, “That’s a relief at least” then as a funny thought accured to Theo he laughed for real, “I’d hate for you to sneeze and topple over a whole building.” Color rose on his face as he laughed, genuinely amused with his own imagination of Superman sneezing and his breath freezing people and buildings, then blowing them away like something from a cartoon.

Laughter stopped though when a very firm grip wrapped around his shoulders and the man leaned down to speak in his ear. “Oh I don’t think I want to tangle with any doctors who can take on Batman.” Theo said honestly and held up a placating hand. He wasn’t comfortable borrowing someone else’s body as it was, and then being poked and prodded, especially by doctors who could subdue a man like Batman - no thank you he wanted to be as far away from that as possible. “Besides, there’s no reason to attack a head cold like it’s the flu or something.”

Not able to argue against the super strength that steered him away from the rest of the group Theo complied and tried to keep his tone even and friendly despite his growing nervousness. “Only if it’s okay with Lois, she has the story after-all.” He meekly protested and reached up to adjust the glasses on his face, they had been dislodged by his sneezes and laughter. “Really I don’t want any kind of special treatment, it’s okay.” But, Superman was leading him away and ‘Clark’ certainly couldn’t continue to protest. Theo was certain that this was what a heart attack felt like, a cold hard pit, squeezing of his chest, clammy palms. It was enough to make him almost lose his grip on his disguise.

What odd twist of luck, sneak in because he does want the VIP tour, and now that he’s got personal conversation time with Metropolis’ own Superhero - Theo felt so much dread creeping up his spine that his feathers were itching just under his skin. Every instinct telling him he was in deep, deep trouble and had made a horrible mistake.

#notabirdnotaplane

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hummingbirdsalt · 2 years

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Borrower Batfam pt. 2

Continuation of this post ✨️

So now I'll talk about Clark! In this AU, he's literally... just himself lol. Supes and everything. Because while he is an alien, I think he fits nicely into the Kind Human role you often see in borrower stories.

And of course, it's his apartment that Bruce and the gaggle of kids end up choosing. It's pure contrivance chance that they end up settling inside his walls, and they have no idea how strange their unwitting roommate truly is.

And Clark? Well, he just knows about borrowers, and pretty much always has. This man has superhearing and x-ray vision, after all.

I don't think he's ever interacted with any of them, though. At times, he feels tempted, seeing how much they struggle to survive. But he also sees how careful they are to avoid being discovered, and he understands why. It would be wrong, intruding on their secret existence without any reason beyond his curiosity.

What he doesn't anticipate is coming home one day to find a whole group of them moving in. He hears them first, several voices and heartbeats that, while perfectly audible to him, sound distinctly smaller than any human's. He peers into the wall and... yeah, that's definitely a bunch of tiny people.

It's bizarre, having roommates who don't even realize he knows about them. He observes their homemaking efforts over several days, amazed at the way they construct little rooms and tools out of forgotten items.

After a while, he's able to put names to everyone, and gain some understanding of their dynamics. Maybe he should feel guilty, practically spying on this little family, but it's difficult to ignore them.

Every time he comes home, he listens for their tiny heartbeats. When he goes to the store, he checks their supplies to see what they need. If he hears one of them in distress, his eyes are locked on immediately, though he knows he can't help without crossing a line.

One day, he crosses that line inadvertently.

He comes home, heading straight to the kitchen because he's been having One of Those Days and he needs to snack. He's in the middle of absent-mindedly listening for all the heartbeats when he realizes one of them is very close. By the time he notices, his eyes have already drifted to the sink, where a tiny figure looks back in horror.

It's Dick, one of the few kids old enough to go out on a solo borrowing trip. At this point, he's slipped and fallen into the sink, hurting his ankle as well. Now he's having the worst possible time lol

It's too late for Clark to pretend he hasn't seen him, and he feels helpless watching the small boy curl away in terror. Meanwhile, Dick feels helpless because he's injured and Smol and a huge man is staring at him jjsndjjfjnfkf

But Clark is quick to offer reassurance. In a way, it comes naturally, interacting with a being far less powerful than he is. He speaks softly, doing his best to communicate that he means no harm.

It takes a while, but Dick eventually starts to believe him. He doesn't exactly trust him, but he's struck by how careful and polite the man is. No one holding all the power should even need to be polite.

Basically, Clark behaves with all the manners his ma and pa would expect, and it kinda snaps Dick out of his fear.

Clark is especially cautious when he offers to lend the boy a hand. He knows it must be a terrifying prospect, giving total control to a gigantic stranger, so he doesn't push for an answer. Dick takes his time, and agrees reluctantly.

Two hands, each bigger than his entire body, maneuver him out of the sink. He's so afraid, yet so aware of how gentle every motion is. Humans (and we will refer to Clark as human, since that's what Dick thinks) aren't supposed to be like this.

They're supposed to be dangerous, whether they mean to be or not. Even with all of Clark's kindness, Dick half expects to be crushed by accident in the massive hands. Instead, he's overcome by a sense of warmth and stability.

I'm gonna stop here, but I intend to make at least one more post! Maybe I'm just overly sensitive, but I don't want these to be too long since they aren't Proper Fics lol

#batman #batfam #borrowers #borrower au #clark kent #dick grayson

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kentruth · 2 years

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( édgar ramírez. 44. he/him/his. cis male. ) are you a HERO? something tells me that flannel shirts, thick framed glasses, ink stains make you who you are, CLARK KENT. with the powers of SUPERHUMAN CONDITION (KRYPTONIAN), you’re sure to have a optimistic, reckless personality — and you definitely belong to UNAFFILIATED. were you listening to EVERYWHERE by FLEETWOOD MAC on your way to the subway? it suits you. we can’t wait to see what you do next! ( @reshieldedintro )

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐄𝐄!

character name: Clark Joseph Kent age: 44 faceclaim: Édgar Ramírez voiceclaim: Édgar Ramírez skill set: Kryptonian Physiology with full control and experience with his powers. Clark has been Superman for over 20 years now and has gotten to a point where he is extremely comfortable with his abilities. affiliations: The Justice League, but he often operates on his own to right the wrongs of the world and protect those who need it no matter the place. family: Lois Lane ( wife ), Jon Kent ( son ), Conner Kent ( son despite his claims ), Jor-El ( biological father, unfortunately ), Lara Lor-Van ( biological mother ), Jonathan Kent ( father, deceased ), Martha Kent ( mother ), Kara Zor-El ( cousin ) zodiac: Sagittarius ( December 1st ) favorite movie: encanto (2021), it felt important to add. wiki link: up up and away?

what were they doing when they passed through the portal?

Clark was actually searching for Lois and Jon, who had passed through the portal prior to him without his knowledge. He had just returned from a mission that had taken him to the Phantom Zone, and upon coming back to Metropolis realized his family was missing. It was luck that made the portal manifest to him, but it was hearing Lois's heartbeat once it opened that made him cross it.

where are they living? are they living with anyone?

Currently at the same hotel that Lois is at, but will likely move in with Kon and Jon to be a nuisance to them and hopefully embarrass them into shape.

why is your character affiliated with who they’re affiliated with?

Chiefly, the Justice League. Clark has no ties to the military or any governmental organization. Superman is not a figure that is attached to one country, but to Earth as a whole. Clark doesn't limit himself to borders. Superman belongs to the world and is here to protect it.

who are their major friends, allies, and foes?

Clark believes he has a lot of close friends, even among the ranks of the Justice League. His best friend (other than Lois) would be Jimmy Olsen, a trusted sidekick to both Kent and Lane. He knows Bruce Wayne doesn't think they are friends, but he likes telling people they are best friends to see the look of utmost displeasure on Bruce's face when he does. Among the league, he is also very close to Diana Prince and Arthur Curry.

His biggest foe is Lex Luthor, or is he? Lex is nicer to him than Bruce. So is Zodd, to be honest. Perhaps Batman is his biggest foe.

whose hands do they believe the country should be in?

In the hands of someone who believes in equality and treats people fairly no matter who they are. Despite always wanting to believe the best in people and holding a lot of hope for human kind, Clark can't say he puts a lot of trust in any kind of government. He is very much anti-establishment.

what’s their current mental state at? their physical state?

Having recently missed out on a big chunk of his son’s life (thanks to sorry excuse for a father) and having gone through the stress of thinking he’d lost his family before crossing the portal, Clark has definitely had better days. He is bouncing back now that he has Lois and the boys back on his side, but there is something haunting about a parallel world that has swallowed up his entire family and that they can’t seem to get out of. As always, he will try to make the best out of the situation and help when he can, but the circumstances trouble him more than he cares to admit or show.

#𝗮 𝘀𝘆𝗺𝗯𝗼𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 | bio #reshielded:intro #im changing the quote on this we respect smallville in this house #i cant add a mp3 track to this post so the text will have to do

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c-optimistic · 4 years

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Happy prompt: the Danvers sisters discovering the joy of couch cuddles, and how they perfected the art over the years?

The first time was out of pity.

Kara had only been on Earth for a measly few months, and school was decidedly not going well. The humans made fun of the way she talked, the careful way she walked, how she jumped at noises no one else could hear, how she locked herself in the restroom during lunch to avoid the crowds. Eliza and Jeremiah assured her it would get better over time, had given Alex a look (as if blaming her for the actions of Kara’s classmates), and then offered Kara an extra hour of television that night (as if hoping a Star Trek re-run would get Kara’s mind off her dread at going back to school the next day).

Alex stared at Kara from the other end of the couch, looking terribly uncertain. Her fingers twitched, as if she wanted to reach out or maybe click off the television or (more likely) maybe point an accusing finger at Kara and blame her for Eliza and Jeremiah’s quiet disappointment. Kara turned her head, looking away from Spock and Captain Kirk and all the inaccuracies of human imagination, and focused her eyes on Alex.

“They shouldn’t have done that,” Alex blurted after a moment, turning to stare at her lap. Her fingers twitched some more.

“Who should not have done what?” Kara asked, adjusting her glasses and tilting her head slightly to the side. She wasn’t quite good at controlling her powers yet, so along with Alex’s unsteady heartbeat, its hard pounding, she could also hear the rush of blood, the scratching of joint and bone as Alex continued to fidget. A part of Kara—an unfortunately significant part of Kara—worried that Alex was about to blame her.

“The kids at school,” Alex clarified, meeting Kara’s eyes. For the first time, there was something other than impatience and annoyance in them. There was a lot of pity—too much for Kara’s liking—but something else. Something softer, something familiar.

(She thought it was reminiscent of the way Eliza or Jeremiah looked at her.

The way her own parents looked at her back on Krypton.

Warm. Familial.)

“I am...different,” Kara said, frowning. “Your species doesn’t like those who are different.”

“Yeah,” Alex agreed, shifting on the couch so that she was sitting right next to Kara. After a moment's hesitation, she grabbed Kara’s hand, squeezing it gently. “Humans are an unevolved species, I think. We have really bad tendencies.”

“And good ones, too,” Kara offered, trying to mollify Alex. She gestured towards the television. “You humans are creative. Funny. Kind, when you want to be. And you’re a young species, with a yellow sun. You have so much to learn.”

Alex squeezed Kara’s hand again. “You don’t have to worry about those kids anymore,” she said, her eyes taking on a dangerous glint. “I had a talk with them.” Kara blinked, realizing talk wasn’t the word Alex had in mind, only then noticing the scattering of bruises on her knuckles.

“You—” Kara stopped, frowning. “Why would you hurt yourself for me?”

“What are sisters for?” Alex asked, shrugging easily. Then, while Kara was still struggling to catch up, to come to terms with the easy way Alex had finally offered her acceptance, Alex shifted and put an arm around Kara’s shoulder.

“W-what’s this?” Kara asked, pressing awkwardly against Alex, knowing her elbow was digging into Alex’s side, their legs uncomfortably stiff.

“Well, it’s supposed to be a hug.” Alex sounded vaguely amused, and didn’t move even though Kara knew she couldn’t have liked their hug. “Let’s make it a thing, yeah? You and me, whenever something happens. Ice cream, shitty television, and unlimited couch cuddles. A...sister night.”

Kara leaned into Alex’s one armed hug, her so-called couch cuddle, and she grinned. “Sister night,” she repeated, watching Star Trek cut to commercial. “Ice cream, cuddles, and shitty television sounds good.”

From where she’d just passed by, Eliza shouted language! but Kara’s focus was on Alex, who was nodding somberly in agreement.

Alex. Her sister.

The hundredth or so time came when Alex was supposed to leave for college.

They were in their living room, where they sat and cried together after Jeremiah died, where Alex talked about her dates with a lackluster tone, where Kara discovered her love for potstickers.

Tonight, they were watching The Princess Bride for the thousandth time, Alex mouthing all of Inigo’s lines, making Kara laugh. They were sitting right next to each other on the couch, Kara with her legs curled under her, Alex with one leg propped up on the coffee table and the other pulled up to her chest. Their arms were linked, Alex’s head on Kara’s shoulder. An empty pint of ice cream sat on the floor in front of them.

“This is the best movie,” Kara said as Westley fought the Rodent of Unusual Size. “But I never understood why Buttercup just stands there for most of the fight. Surely she could do something.”

“Kara, she’s a princess. Obviously she’s not supposed to do anything. How else would she know Westley’s love is true?” Alex said sarcastically.

“I would do something,” Kara complained.

“You also have super powers. I don’t know if that’s fair.”

“National City is really far away,” Kara muttered, getting to the point of their sister night. Alex sighed and pulled away, grabbing the remote off the coffee table and pausing the movie.

“I know it is,” she said, sounding contrite. “And it’s not forever. You know that.”

“What about Sister Nights?” Kara asked, glaring at Alex now. She was leaving, abandoning her. And for something as silly as college? Kara could teach her everything she wanted to know herself. Earth was, after all, fairly primitive. If wondrous.

“They’re not going anywhere, Kara. We’ll have Sister Nights when you visit, when I come home, when you eventually go to NCU. This little thing can’t get in the way of the Danvers Sisters.”

“I could just fly over and see you.”

Alex fixed Kara with an unimpressed look. “No, you can’t.”

“I meant in an airplane, what were you thinking?”

Alex laughed, though her eyes narrowed suspiciously, and Kara knew she could expect frequent phone calls to the landline in the near future, Alex making sure she was safe and at home and definitely not using her powers.

(A side effect of having a sister, Kara learned, was that she’d protect you from anything—even, and especially, from yourself.)

“You know,” Alex said a long time later, when Kara was leaning on her shoulder, comfortable enough and close enough to Alex that she was okay with the casual contact—with their shoulders pressed together, heads close. “One day, we might be too old to have Sister Nights.”

Kara scoffed. “Never. Even when we’re old and grey, Alex Danvers, we’re having ice cream, shitty television, and cuddles.”

At some point, Kara lost count of their Sister Nights.

(There were years and years of them. After first dates, after heartbreaks, after deaths, after weddings, after every tiny life thing and every big life thing.

Through it all, a constant. Her sister, Alex, and her sister’s first promise, faithfully kept: ice cream, shitty television, and cuddles.)

This time, they were both sore: Kara from having to chase an alien around all day, nearly blowing out her powers, and Alex from chasing Kara around. Alex handed over a beer and took a sip of her own before settling on the couch next to Kara.

There was an ease to their movements now, a practiced sort of muscle memory. Kara always sat to Alex’s right. They’d always start with Alex’s head on Kara’s shoulder, then would switch. They’d always hook arms, shoulders pressed tightly together. They’d always eventually put away the alcohol and the ice cream, pause the movie they were watching, and would just talk.

It was routine. A comfort. A thing that the others learned they could never intrude on—not even wives or kids were allowed in on Sister Night.

“Kelly wants to try private school. But I don’t. Public schools are good, great even. You and I turned out okay.”

“You’re a secret genius and I’m an alien whose people were highly advanced. I don’t know if we’re exactly the shining examples of a public school education.”

“Plenty of people went to public school and did just fine.”

“I’m not disagreeing with you,” Kara said, handing over the ice cream and setting her beer aside. “Just that maybe you need to talk to your wife about what school you want to send your kid.” Kara shot Alex a look, raising her eyebrow like Lena taught her. “Your daughter is also only two. I don’t know why this is a thing right now.”

“Sure, take Kelly’s side,” Alex joked, rolling her eyes. “I can’t wait till you and Lena have kids and I can make fun of you panicking over everything. Lena,” Alex said, putting on an affected voice, clearly trying to imitate Kara, “what if they have powers like Clark’s kids? Lena, please let me teach them how to fly. Lena—”

“—joke’s on you, Lena has already said I can teach our kids to fly. As long as she’s the only who handles bedtime stories. Apparently, no Princess Bride.”

“Fair. We may watch that movie too much.”

“It’s a classic.”

Alex hummed in agreement, shifting slightly so that Kara could rest her head on her shoulder. “We should retire from the saving the world business,” Alex said, groaning as Kara got comfortable, accidentally jostling Alex and exacerbating her soreness.

“The world would fall apart without us,” Kara said.

“Very fair. The Danvers Sisters—”

“—we should come with a warning,” Kara finished, grinning widely. She felt Alex tug on her arm, pulling her into a comfortable side hug, and her eyes slowly shut. “Thank you, by the way. For being there with me every step of the way today. I know you’ve been pulling back from the field for Kelly and your daughter.”

Alex hummed again, this time just indicating she’d heard. She tightened the hug. “What are sisters for?” she asked.

Kara grinned. Nearly two decades later, Alex. Her sister.

#supergirl #fanfic #danvers sisters #noracharlesandherdogasta

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apveng · 4 years

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The World’s Worst Pretender*

Here is the fifth part of my story. The first part, Khao-Shuh, is here. Second part, Why Do You Need Supergirl, Anyways?, is here. The third, She Is Not Kara, Damn It, is here. Fourth, Kara Oh Kara, is here.

Thanks for reading and hope you are safe. Apologising for not mentioning it before.

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Alex opened the door to her apartment carefully, making as little noise as possible.

Thankfully, she had a lot of experience getting around super hearing. It became easier once she learned as a teen that your brain didn’t notice all the sound that fell on your ears. It filtered out what it considered ambient noise—though these days the research said it was more a case of focusing on the important rather than filtering out the unimportant—and registered only what it thought significant. Her heartbeat, breathing or steps could give her way, but only if it is being listened for. The key is to pull no attention to herself.

The door to Hope’s room was closed. She paused, a slight distance from the door.

“It is like something just rises up and wants to get out. And, you can’t stop it? The heat just gets out of you?” The question took her by surprise. They were talking about heat vision.

Of course, they were. What had she expected? For Hope to be drilled on Alex’s every detail?

“Yes, Kara.” Hope exclaimed. “You know! Mommie and others don’t understand. They try to and I feel so bad not doing what they want.” The sadness in the kid’s voice broke Alex’s heart. She wanted to go in and comfort her. But, she couldn’t.

There was the sound of rustling, and then the reply came. “Hey, Hey! It is okay. It used to happen to me too. I used to feel so bad about not listening to your grandma.” A pause. “I am sure your mommie understands, sweetheart.”

As the conversation continued, Alex rested her head against the wall and sighed. She and the others knew that Hope was struggling but had had no idea what to do.

Clark and his boys couldn’t seem to help. Hope hero worshipped the boys and that meant she was reluctant to appear anything less than what they seemed to be—perfectly in control. And Clark, no matter however loving, was a level above even them.

Now though, it seemed that the wall Hope had raised around herself has been shattered. And, how easily. Barely a week—a week of just evenings spent together—and she broke through inhibitions that Alex couldn’t.

“I don’t want to call you Kara. It feels so strange.” Hope murmured after a while. “You are mommie’s girlfriend, right? My friend Tamar told me that it meant you are going to be my new mother.”

Damn! She hoped that she had made the right decision. If Hope is hurt...

She concentrated so that she could hear the answer. There was a brief pause and then,

“You are right. How about you call me je.ju?” A pause. “It means mother in Kryptonian. Only if you want to.”

Alex didn’t want to hear anymore. It seemed like listening in on a private conversation when she hadn’t yet gained the right. When she hadn’t made things right.

Though why she was being given the chance, she had no idea.

She walked away, to come back again, this time making sure to telegraph her presence.

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“Oh, you bought pot stickers.” The delighted exclamation greeted her as she entered.

“I mean, Hope says she loves pot stickers.”

Alex snorted. Instead of responding to that clever deflection, she looked at her daughter. “Only after I set the table, kiddo.” Apparently, her serious look needed some work because the kid ignored it as if she was an armed robber firing at a Kryptonian. Barely had she set out the containers than Hope was at her side, standing on her toes, trying to look into them.

A good thing she brought a lot—there is never a regular portion size when you are a Kryptonian—for all of them.

After dinner, a song and dance session—not Alex’s idea—was pronounced the order of the day. She thanked her lucky stars that no one had rented out the first-floor apartment. If it wasn’t empty, those two singing their hearts out would have been enough for the residents to call the police. Here she was, tired out, and her companions looked like they would never stop.

Being Kryptonian must be fun!

Once, resentment used to well up within her at the thought. Now, all it brought was a smile and a wave of affection.

“What?”

“Nothing.” She nodded at Hope. “I need to put Hope to bed.” It was late, and despite all the energy, Hope did look tired out.

“May I?”

Asked like that, as if all the best things in the world hung in balance, Alex couldn’t refuse.

And, so she waited.

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“So…” Alex drawled as soon as the door closed safely on Hope’s sleeping form. “Do Martians have super speed?” May be, she should have waited a bit more, but she thought she had waited enough.

The look of alarm, followed closely by the carefully neutral expression, almost broke her composure. “What do you mean? Martians are very fast, yes.”

Alex stood up from the couch, throwing the magazine she had been flipping through back on the seat. “Yes, Martians are faster than humans.” She moved slowly—taking her time and enjoying the confusion she caused—to stand in front of the person who had been lying to her—if not in truth at least in intent—for the past couple of weeks. May be more? No, not more. Definitely only since the switch out by M’gann. She would have noticed.

“What I asked was if Martians have super-speed. Like Kryptonians.”

“Why do you ask that?” A few steps backward and a look at the watch. “You know, I think I should leave. It is late.”

“Oh, I don’t think so.” Alex moved forward and in a couple of moves, had her guest captive against the wall.

“Alex!”

She met the blue eyes, her arms on either side of her captive’s head. “You have super speed and super strength and can move away. So.” She emphasized the so. “Move away, if you want.” She paused, looked at the surprise that flitted across those eyes, and added. “Please.” And then she did what she had been wanting to do for some time now.

She kissed her fake girlfriend.

It was as if pure sunshine, light, heat, and radiance, surged through her. Her skin felt on fire. Her lips tingled with pleasure. All her senses focused onto that single act and all she could feel was the kiss, and the warm body pressed against her.

Only a feeling of rising pressure against her back made her pull back. “Ow! Careful.” She smiled to show she was half joking. “You may have forgotten, but I am human.” The arms around her instantly loosened, and Alex pulled back to meet Kara’s eyes.

“Hey!”

A small smile appeared on Kara’s face. “Hey!”

Slowly, achingly slowly, as if she thought Alex might disappear, Kara raised her arms and traced Alex’s face. Leaving trails of heat in her wake. Alex let it go on for some time before finally, unable to bear it anymore, she caught Kara’s hand.

“How did you know?”

She chuckled at the question. “Have you forgotten? You are one of the worst undercover agents in the universe.”

The indignant response Alex expected didn’t come. Instead, Kara continued looking at her, using her eyes to trace Alex’s face, now that the arm was no longer free.

“Kara. What is it?” Alex hoped she hadn’t made a mistake. It had been a bold step. To kiss her without asking permission first. May be, she should have revealed what she knew and discussed their situation first.

“I missed you so much.”

Kara’s voice broke, and in the next instant, she was back in Alex’s arms, her face buried in the crook of Alex’s neck.

Hot tears slid down her skin.

Alex’s arms tightened in response. Carefully, she flipped their position, so that she was leaning against the wall. Then she waited, her arms tight around Kara as she stormed through five years’ worth of tears.

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“I am sorry.” Kara wiped away her tears and gave Alex a wavering smile.

“It is okay. I can wash my t-shirt and it will be as good as new.” Alex smirked to hide her own pain and relief.

“No, silly.” Kara let out a watery chuckle. “I didn’t mean that.” She met Alex’s eyes, guilt clouding her features. “I meant for not telling you the truth from the beginning.”

“Why didn’t you?” Alex asked curiously. As Kara seemingly searched for words, Alex took her by the hand and pulled her to the couch. Once they were seated--Kara, after an inquiring and hesitant look that pained Alex’s heart, settling into her arms—Alex got the answer. Or, the partial answer anyways.

“It is not that I wanted to mislead you, Alex.”

“I know.”

“At first, M’gann wasn’t sure I would agree to come back.” Kara paused. Looked away. And then looked back. “I thought. I thought I was just a burden on you, Alex. And, I couldn’t come back knowing I would bring back all the worries again into your life.” She pulled back slightly and turned her face. “I thought you were happy with Kelly and I’d just cause a lot of issues. I didn’t want you to have to put your life on hold again, for me.”

“Hey.” Alex tilted Kara’s chin to meet her eyes. “You are not a burden. You never were. I just.” She gently traced Kara’s jaws and then said firmly. “You have always been a source of sunshine for me, Kara. I just didn’t realise it soon enough.”

She had had five long unbearable years to reflect on their relationship. And knew now where things went wrong. “I want to be here for you. Because I like being here for you and I can’t bear anything happening to you. That doesn’t mean you are a burden on me, Kar. That just means, I love you.”

Kara looked at her, eyes shining. “You love me?”

“You goober.” Alex rolled her eyes. “You know this already. You asked me at Kelly’s apartment, when you were pretending to be S’lynn, remember?”

The most adorable set of blushes appeared on Kara’s cheeks. “I just wanted to know if what J’onn said was really true.”

“Ah yes. I do need to have a conversation with him. Thanks for reminding me.” After a bit more banter, she pulled Kara back into her arms. She may be able to bear acting like a regular person and keeping a few inches of distance between them, some day. But, not today. Not when she had just gotten Kara back.

Kara, to her pleasure, came back into her arms contentedly.

“I’d not have left Earth to be taken over by White Martians.” She turned in Alex’s arms so that their eyes met. “You have to believe me, Alex. I thought that if we found out what was happening, I could foil their plan at the source. Then, Earth would never have to face them at all.”

Alex rubbed Kara’s back to soothe her. “I know.” And, what Kara said made sense. Why come over at all if she could beat the White Martians at their own turf? Especially if she thought she was a burden on Alex.

“Since M’gann wasn’t sure I’d come, she didn’t want to tell you about me. And after, when J’onn and M’gann had convinced me, I decided to come back. S’lynn had been working with you for a week then.” Kara grinned slightly. “By the way, your speech had a lot to do with the convincing. J’onn shared memories and I thought may be, I had a chance.”

“If I had known where you were, I’d have come over and begged you to come back Kara.”

Unable to leave the raw words hanging in the air, Alex added, with a chuckle. “Hey! At least, you got to hear a lot of praise on your behalf.”

Kara ignored the teasing. “I don’t know that I’d have believed you. I didn’t believe it when J’onn told me. Not until you told me that you loved me at Kelly’s.”

“Do you believe me now?”

Kara gave her a shy smile. “That kiss was very believable.”

“I’d have hoped so.” Alex smirked. Then, she asked, her heart in her throat. “Are you sure about this, Kara? Do you want it, or is it because…?”

“No.” Kara interjected with a firm shake of her head. “No, Alex.” She took a deep breath. “I have been in love with you for years. Even before I left.” She looked away. “May be since the beginning. I just didn’t realise until you started seeing Kelly. Not completely anyways.”

Joy and relief, like she had never felt before, flooded Alex.

If only she had known.

Once again, she nudged Kara to meet her eyes. “Did you leave because of that?” When Kara would have looked away, Alex stopped her. “It is okay, Kara. Hey, you can tell me.”

“Partly.” Kara said finally. “I couldn’t bear to see you with Kelly. I liked her, but it was just too painful. And partly, it was because I thought me being here just kept you preoccupied with my safety and concerns. Without me, you were free to live your life.”

Right. That was it. Alex needed to remove any concern that Kara had once and for all. Once again, she moved to capture Kara’s lips.

It felt like a long time—probably not that long, Alex’s tiny logical side pointed out—before they surfaced for air.

“Bedroom?” Kara asked as soon as she pulled back.

“Moving a bit fast, aren’t we?” Alex teased.

“No. I meant…” Kara blushed. “Hope might see us and…”

Amused, and secretly delighted, Alex just watched Kara as she rambled through her explanation.

So long. She had waited for this, for her, for so long.

Finally, she stood up and pulled Kara to her feet. “Come on. Bedroom it is.”

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Note: As per this site: http://kryptonian.info/doyle/dictionary.html , je.ju, is Kryptonian for mother. I have no idea how it is pronounced.

*I should have written World’s Worst Undercover Agent, but it was quite the mouthful, and besides, I felt like nerding out and I remembered Bonnie Prince Charlie, The Young Pretender. I like him only because I was first introduced to him in one of my favourite boarding school stories (which naturally I liked because there were lots of girls’ friendships and adventures).

#Kalex

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girlobsessed21 · 5 years

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The 100 6x07 analysis - putting the mind at ease

I absolutely loved this episode, the attention to detail, the explanations, the tone, and pacing. It was definitely my favorite of the season so far. And, climbing the charts to the best of the series but you’d have to work really hard to top a The 100 finale. This season is shaping up to be the best, the stories they’re exploring, the sci-fi content, the unpredictability, everything is top notch. Well done Jason and the writers, are you good friends with Elon Musk?

Ready to take a trip down memory lane, buckle up, it’s a long ride, ready, let’s go! I’m breaking this up into Clarke’s encounters with her ghosts since it takes place solely in her mind. It’s fitting for Clarke to wake up in her prison cell given that she’s literally trapped in her subconscious. Also, if I had to picture the inside of it, I’d see drawings everywhere too.

The safe space - daddy’s arms

To me, it seems like the images and voices she encounters first are those she’s lost except for her child. Finn, Wells, Lexa, and of course her father. When Clarke realizes she’s dead, she’s glad her fight is finally over but regrets not being able to say goodbye. To Madi and mom. I’ve seen some people upset that she didn’t include Bellamy, that’s because she did greet him in a certain way when she apologized and told him he was her family.

Now, the weather is a direct product of her mood. When she encounters Jake, the sun is bright in a place she was once happy. Then, the thunder starts when she gets upset. I would have liked it to be Jake himself letting her in on the heartbeat and the fact that she’s alive but he’s only a figment of her imagination. Meaning it’s the way she would have wanted it too.

I imagine this scene as the life Clarke pictured living. Content, with her father alive and Madi going to school while she draws and farms.

A.L.I.E to the rescue

Those words make no sense. Funny how she instantly transforms into Wanheda in the presence of the AI. I had some other theories on why Clarke survived and then I watched a Youtube video by the Theorizer before the episode aired which explained this fact and it made complete sense. A.L.I.E saved Clarke.

How does this work? I found an article in Techworld that explains it as follows: “At its most basic form, neural lace is an ultra-thin mesh that can be implanted in the skull, forming a collection of electrodes capable of monitoring brain function. It creates an interface between the brain and the machine.

To insert neural lace, a tiny needle containing the rolled up mesh is placed inside the skull and the mesh is injected. As the mesh leaves the needle it unravels, spanning the brain.”

To remove the neuro mesh from Clarke’s brain, they would have to EMP her. In other words, remove Josephine from the brain, drain the last of the neuro mesh and re-insert the body-snatcher.

Furthermore, I’d like to touch on the subject of there is no joy without pain. Believing this is tragical. Sure, life does include unpleasant bumps and hurdles but joy can certainly exist without pain. A glimpse into her trampled heart.

Then, A.L.I.E tells her the painful memories aren’t present. This boggles me somewhat because like I’ve said her most prominent drawings are those she’s lost. Isn’t that painful enough? Is that why she moved on to Mount Weather and the fighting pit or is there something even more agonizing than those? Something Josephine encounters by herself later?

Encountering the parasite

So, Josephine describes why both minds cannot survive simultaneously. I’m not a neurosurgeon but I gathered that the brain does not have the capacity to maintain both, which will lead to cerebral hemorrhaging and a stroke.

A power struggle between two badass female characters is always a delight to watch. Clarke Griffin is not someone you wanna mess with, told ya! The hypocrisy in Josie calling Clarke selfish and dumb is amusing. Check the mirror, sweetie.

She’s not stupid in the literal sense, obviously, she only overestimates her own causes and abilities. But the “when I tell you not to think of an elephant, what do you think about” move is smart. Unfortunately for her, our blonde hero is one step ahead.

Unlike the prime princess, who lives in a peaceful castle on a moon, Clarke has fought her fair share of battles and easily kicks ass in a physical fight. Just as she thinks she’s won, the parasite shows up again with the news that she can’t die in the mind space. Dramatic sigh.

On being haunted by Bloodreina

“Even your projections hate you, Clarke.” In episode two we already see that she is her own worst enemy. She hates herself more than anyone for the things she’s had to do.

1) Letting the bomb drop on TonDC

2) Stealing the bunker while Octavia fought for it

3) Leaving Bellamy to die in the fighting pits

Oh and now we learn why we don’t see Bellamy. He’s the one person she cannot face. In 6x04 she acknowledged leaving him to die is her deepest regret. In 6x01 she tells him he kept her sane during the six years alone. Clearly, she’d rather go up against Bloodreina, a controversial monster, than him. Why is that?

Bellamy has forgiven you, Clarke. Go ahead and forgive yourself.

Mount Weather

The place responsible for creating Wanheda. Now, it’s common knowledge that Clarke blames herself for what happened to Mia and Jasper. But seeing her question the godly decisions to save those she loves is heartbreaking. Yes, she’s made some bad choices in the past but this shows just how remorseful and compassionate Clarke truly is. War made her a monster, though that’s not who she is, at all. At least it led to the realization that she’s still in control of her own mind.

Finn’s death and Jasper’s cage

Sneaky, Clarke. Hiding the memory in one of the places you’ll never wish to revisit. But sadly, Josephine doesn’t mind exploring the place where you had to mercy kill Finn or dig into Jasper.

As if it’s not bad enough that the devil lures her to the last place she’ll want to see, she uses the one self-loathing thing about Clarke to manipulate her into giving up. Amusing how the final turning point is learning that Bellamy’s willing to sacrifice her for saving everyone else. Is it the comprehension that Bellamy no longer cares that causes her surrender or the fact that it’s the only way to save her people? A bit of both I assume.

The lock sequence was awesome - 0100. “You forgot about Bellamy and Raven - 0102. There’s only 6 of the 102 left now if I’m right. Seeing her cry in Lexa’s throne though, was so, so sad.

They definitely saved the best for last with Monty

I cannot express my gratitude for this unexpected return enough. I’ve had some terrible Monty, Harper and Jasper depression hours over the last week and this made my day. So, Mr. Cockroach Murphy, this is not what Monty would have wanted. Letting them get away with killing innocent people for immortality does not fall within the definition of doing better.

If only Clarke knew how much Madi needs her right now. She’s trudging on dangerous ground and could use some serious motherly guidance.

Who better to light the way to victory than the man who saved humanity? Six seasons and his death down the line and he’s still picking locks. Hate to be the one to say this, but Raven, Monty is purer than you are.

Applause for using Josephine’s own tactics against her by controlling her through the no-go-zone.

Crossing the sociopath's threshold

That door looks so much like a blissful suburban family home over Christmas, which I’m sure Josephine had back on earth before her tragedy. Oh, and the library is amazing, I must say. I imagine my own mind looking much the same, I love books.

But in that perfect little head, the most horrific things are hidden. Why are the primes so afraid of dying? Is it only power and narcissism that causes Josephine to resort to oblation?

Clarke learns that she offered the nulls to the trees, hence banning them from their society because they hinder the nightbloodline. But Isaac, Kaylee’s lover, gave them to Gabriel to build an army, instead. I’m certain Clarke will use this info in the future.

Gabriel loved Josephine once, I’m sure we’ll still get to this story but I can’t wait to see the face-off between the two. His last host was already 95 at the time of the memory, meaning now, six years later, he’s 101. Which is why I assume he can only exist within the anomaly where time is altered. And like I’ve said many times before the trio in the woods will turn out to be Sanctum’s saviors.

But we also see the good side of Josephine, the person she once was. PTSD probably morphed her into becoming a sociopath and the mind-drives enhanced the trauma. I feel bad for what happened to her but it does not by any means justify the person she’s become.

Why is she looking to Bellamy when she says, “I know how to kill her once and for all.” Did she see the memory of Clarke telling Roan, “I’ll do anything, I’ll stop fighting. Just, please, don’t kill him?”

Bellamy Blake, you genius

I knew it, I called it. Bellamy was the first to figure out that Josie’s not Clarke and of course the first to deduce that she’s still alive. That was some big soulmate energy right there!!! Thank you for being a big ol’ nerd and paying attention in Earth Skills.

That smile, a stark contrast to the tears that rolled last week. His princess is not gone and he’ll swim the Atlantic to bring her back. He’s gonna reel in everyone’s help on this project but be careful Bell, Josephine does not go down easy.

Just a side note. I appreciate Miller and his standoffishness in this scene since no-one seemed to mourn her last week.

One last thing, I may have been wrong about Abby, she might know something and it’s possible that’s she’s planning on taking Russel’s body for Kane. An eye-for-an-eye?

That’s all folks. As usual, you’re welcome to disagree with me. I love hearing I’m wrong and why.

#the100 #the 100 season 6 #The 100 s6 #the 100 season six #the100 6x07 #the100 6x07 review #nevermind #clarke griffin #bellamy blake #josephine lightbourne #josephine vs clarke

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chronicbatfictioner · 6 years

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A Real Boy - Chapter 11

Conner was killed two weeks later.

They didn't get to have another meeting by the next week. Tim's dad had demanded that he should come and visit him in Central City. The visit itself was... angering Tim so much. Dad wanted him to move his college transcripts to Central City University. If it was not for his new wife, Dana, who explained that CCU didn't have the studies Tim was taking for his Microbiology degree, he might have had a hard time to tell his dad 'no'. Even with Jason by his side.

The only good thing that came out of the two-day visit was that Dana, dad's new wife, was impressed at Jason and right away demanded that Jason "take care of Tim." She might have thought that Jason was Tim's boyfriend, and neither of them corrected her. Even Tim was slowly realizing that Jason's demeanor toward him - as was his toward Jason - could definitely be seen as a closer relationship than 'buddy'-hood; or housemates.

With the success of determining Szazs' next victim, and consequently preventing a murder from being committed and presenting enough evidence for Bruce's team and the GCPD in arresting Victor Szazs; Tim was given another task by Bruce on Monday. The task was to find evidence that Lex Luthor has created another life effigy. One that is less Clark and more... something else; using the same materials and methods that had created Conner.

On Tuesday, Tim had found the evidence and told Bruce; and then he'd told Conner over a video call. Conner had laughed and told him that it would be funny if he'd have to fight his own face.

Tim was glad he had the video call recorded out of habit.

On Wednesday, Tim found himself running through a pile of debris, courtesy of the fight between Conner and his clone in Metropolis City. Toward Cassie, who was kneeling and cradling Conner in her arms; Bart, barely clinging to life after dragging the clone through the speedforce realm with his cousin, Wally West; Rachel trying to hold Bart's life together; and Conner. Lifeless, bloodied, beaten, and broken.

Tim never wailed. Tears might have streamed freely from his eyes as he slumped right next to Cassie, watching the lifeless body of one of his best friends. Cassie sobbed openly, and Bart and Rachel managed to reach over and held Cassie's shoulder.

But the battle raged on, and there were others who were fighting for their lives around him. The clone that Luthor had made might have been the strongest there was. It had incapacitated Clark, who was secretly flown out to the Wayne Manor. Diana, Donna, Bruce, Dick, and many others were still trying to... well, not get dead, mostly.

He slowly stood up and looked at Wally. "I'm not gonna ask Bart just yet. Wally, can you make an amplifying tornado?" he asked.

"What are you gonna do?" Wally asked back, a little trepidation in his voice. Apparently Wally might have heard some things that Bart had done with said 'amplifying tornado', because he added, "You can't..."

"Just do it, please. Now. Bruce, if you can hear me. Tell every Kryptonian to get out of the range. Make them go to the moon, if necessary." Tim gritted, hoping that his commlinks still worked. "Jason." he called, knowing that he didn't even have to speak his command to Jason.

Jason exhaled slowly. "Wally, just do as he said..." Jason said quietly. "We need this to stop at all cost, before it cost us all."

He could see Wally gulped, but he nodded. "Just tell me when." he said, raising his hand to make the small, targeted tornadoes that would amplify whatever spell Tim would make.

And this one would target Conner's Kryptonian blood that's heavily smeared on Tim's hands. Clark Kent's DNA.

A red-and-blue blur landed behind him. "Hold on a second," a voice said. "I'm getting us out of here. I'm sorry, Cassie..." Kara, Clark's cousin - technically Conner's, too - said, as she wrapped her cape around Conner's body and flew away.

"Cassie," Tim started. Cassie's eyes were red and hard, tears still streaming down from them.

"Do it, Tim. Destroy them." she commanded.

Tim nodded. He could feel the anger building up within him, added with Jason's boost, and building, and building; he barely managed to tell Wally "now," before a burst of energy zapped out of his palm into Wally's tornadoes. His anger twisted every bit of the copies of Conner's DNA out of the clones and they screamed. He could hear them scream in pain and would have prolonged the screams, if only to let them know of the pain Conner had; make Conner's DNA pushed themselves out of the clones through every vein and orifice - if Jason hadn't pushed and boosted his energy more.

They blew up right where they stood, scattered all over their surrounding area and opponents. The world felt quiet for a good second, and Tim didn't even realize that Wally had stopped the tornadoes while his own energy still spritzing out of his fingers. He snapped out of his reverie only when a hand landed on his wrist and Bruce's voice said, "it's enough, Tim..." softly.

He blinked owlishly. He'd thought of targeting the other set of DNA that would have destroyed Lex Luthor as well; and it was only a split-second decision - and the realization that there could also be another human being or some innocent relatives of Lex's who could be destroyed along - that made him decide on Conner's less-common Kryptonian DNA, instead.

"I didn't kill any humans." Tim said, almost defensively.

"No, you didn't." Bruce acknowledged. "Rachel, please help with the clouding; Wally, take Bart out of here; Cassie, if you're up for it, please help Donna and Diana with the cleanup and checkup, see if there is any bystanders were harmed." he commanded, gently, but authoritatively. Everyone around them promptly left, leaving Tim standing there just with Bruce and Jason. "Jason, can you carry us both back home?"

"Approximate home, only, man. Your house is more protected than the Presidential Palace, remember?" Jason replied, one of his arms already wrapped around Tim's shoulder, practically supporting him.

"Front yard would be just divine, lad," Bruce replied.

By the time Tim managed to croak, "Conner..." Jason had already teleported them into the Wayne Manor's front gate. Alfred stood there, right next to a golf cart, as he opened a small door on the massive gate.

"...Conner is being... cared for by Kara, Tim." Bruce said, obviously choosing his words carefully. "I'm... sorry."

"I should've done the spell sooner." Tim concluded. "I'm sorry... I didn't think of it before."

"You do the spell sooner, you'd have decimated Conner as well." Jason reminded.

Tim blinked. "I could have just..." he started, and then drew a blank. There was no other option. To destroy the clones, he'd needed Conner's blood. Conner's DNA. To get Conner's DNA, Conner would have to bleed. And died.

He sobbed, ignoring the fact that they have reached the Manor's front door; or that Clark was limping out of the door with questions in his eyes. Tim just sobbed and wept, leaning heavily on Jason. He didn't care that Jason had lifted him out of the cart and carried him into the Manor like a baby. He didn't care for Clark's questions, or that Bruce had pulled Clark to the side to make way for Jason. He just closed his eyes and wept.

By the afternoon, it was clear that the clones have made a lot more damage than anyone could ever see. Dick reported that two of his teammates were killed, too, Lilith Clay and Don Hall - both were much, much more powerful in their magick than Conner. Lilith was a pure homo-magi and telepath; Don Hall was a mortal granted the powers of Terataya, a cosmic God of Order.

Hank Hall, Don's brother and the opposite of Don as he was granted powers by T'Charr, god of Chaos; was on screen, demanding why the clones were destroyed because he'd wanted to singlehandedly destroy them all. It was anger speaking, Tim could tell, because Hank was looking worse for wear himself - both hands shattered, leg was nearly cut right off, a lot of ribs broken. Plus he wasn't exactly invulnerable, and Conner was.

Or so they all believed.; Tim thought bitterly. But hey, then again, even Clark was looking worse for wear. Tim has gotten away with a few bruises, because Jason had taken the brunt of the magickal attacks. Jason looked peachy, but Tim could tell that his energy was pretty much bruised and battered. He knew, he could feel it. Alfred was busy tending to the lot of people under this roof; and on the other side of the country, at the JL's headquarter - where Hank showed through the videocall he was making to Bruce - there were people tending to each other. Tim could see Zatanna Zatara, the most powerful magi of all time, hunched over a stove; definitely creating massive amount of concoction to heal people.

He looked around, found Cassie and Rachel, Bart, and Wally at one end of the living room. Wally was moving around, helping Alfred. Cassie was glaring angrily at a wall a few feet off the big videocall screen, and Rachel tried to just be there for her, not moving, but not holding her, either. Bart was surprisingly still, and quiet.

Before he could finish the thought of whether or not he should approach them, Bart zipped up to his side and hugged him tight. It took Tim a few heartbeats to realize that Bart was crying, and for him to hug back.

So he did. Cassie eventually got to them and wrapped her arms around the two of them. Rachel approached them timidly, and Tim waved her in. "Just let us cry a while, Rach..." he warned, because Rachel has the ability to 'cleanse' emotions - not just physical pains - and he didn't want that. Not yet. Not now.

Right now, Tim knew that they all needed a good, long cry. For Conner.

#Tim Drake #Jason Todd #JayTim #no-capeAU #Magi!AU #Conner Kent #Clark Kent #Cassie Sandsmark #Bart Allen #Rachel Roth #Dick Grayson #bruce wayne #Kara Zor-El #Wally West #not sorry that adulting happened #just... bah @ adulting

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while the darkness lasts

Clarke works at an occult law firm, helping clairvoyants with fraud allegations and ghosts with property rights, but she has one particularly irritating client who keeps coming back. Fortunately, she knows exactly how to deal with a vampire who has too much money and not enough patience.

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One of the problems of working at an occult law firm is that between her green smoothies and Bellamy’s yogurts, she has to keep the break room fridge stocked with blood. Finding regular supplies of O Negative is more than a little difficult, but at least, Clarke thinks as she slides the bottle from the fridge and sets it on the counter, she can charge it to the accounts of her vampire clients, all of whom seem to be able to fall back on cushioning trust funds. Vampires, she has found, often have more money than sense. The economic scale seems to tip in the favour of the undead, though many of her clairvoyant clients have excellent investments which come with hefty fraud investigations. They mostly see vampires, witches and a few ghosts at her firm, though they have been known to do pro bono work on the behalf of errant werewolves caught unaware by the full moon and ghosts who have disputed property rights.

Vampires, however, are definitely the worst clients to work with. The blood has a steady, heavy flow as it filters through the tapered bottle and into the long glass before her, sloshing around the stain the sides of the glass. She’ll have to put it through the dishwasher on a high heat after this. Her client likes her beverage with a sprig of basil and two ice cubes. It’s dramatic, but she pays a lot of money to have her battery cases disappear, so Clarke grudgingly obliges.

Her heels click through along the corridors of the office as she walks, echoing in the empty space. It’s nearly dawn, late into the night for an occult law firm to be operating, but her client has never been one to stick to the rules. Hesitating out of sight of her office door, Clarke smooths a hand down her pencil skirt and blouse, tugging if only for an excuse not to step into the room for a moment, before steeling herself.

The door swings open and there, stood in front of her floor to ceiling glass windows and staring out at the darkness of the city sprawling out before her, stands Lexa Woods. A dark silhouette, tight jeans and a silky shirt, the sleeves rolled up to expose pale skin and toned arms. Her hair is swept to one side and when she turns, Clarke sees the curve of her sharp jaw and lips pursed in thought. Lexa’s eyes move lazily to hers, pretending to notice her though Clarke is sure that she heard her heartbeat from down the hallway, and she offers a smile that shows glinting fangs.

Despite herself, Clarke is caught up in the same rush that she’d felt the first time she’d met her. There is something overwhelming about Lexa’s appearance. She fulfils every cliché- though Clarke has seen enough bedraggled, pasty vampires crawl into her office that she knows Lexa is an exception- of something dangerously beautiful. Lexa’s eyes narrow and her smirk tells Clarke that she can hear the rise of her heartbeat and the blood pounding through her ears. It’s enough to snap her from her stupor and she rolls her eyes, tearing her gaze away to cross the office and place the garnished glass onto her desk.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what?” There is a lilting, amused drawl to Lexa’s voice, but she steps away from the window and sinks into a chair as Clarke settles behind her desk.

“You know what.” Clarke fixes her with a glare, which doesn’t falter even as Lexa laughs, soft and low like scraping her knuckles across velvet. Eventually, Lexa looks away and scoops up the glass, taking a long sip as Clarke busies herself with the papers on her desk. “So, another crazy night hm?”

She can see Lexa’s throat bobbing as she swallows and when she smiles her lips and teeth are covered with a thin sheen of blood. Clarke’s skin tingles and she feels goosebumps shiver across her arms, despite herself.

“It was just a little fun gone too far.”

“You bit someone, Lexa.” Clarke arches an eyebrow at her, putting the papers down to address her properly. “And drank.”

“He was spewing some Nazi shit,” Lexa wrinkles her nose, swirling the blood around her glass languidly, but Clarke has known her long enough that she can read the twitch of her eyebrows, the curl of her lip breaking her unaffected veneer. “I’ve seen enough of that.”

“You can’t bite someone for their political beliefs,” Clarke leans back in her chair, steepling her fingers thoughtfully. “No matter how vile they are. We’ve talked about this.”

Lexa sighs, raising her eyes to the ceiling and mutters something in a language Clarke can’t understand, before levelling her with an intense gaze, eyes like forests on a winter’s night staring out at her. “What will it take to make it go away?”

“Just your usual fee,” Clarke cocks an eyebrow, picking up Lexa’s papers to put them to one side, on top of a glossy dossier that’s only becoming thicker. “You’d think you liked wasting your nights here.” She pats the dossier and a smirk quirks at her lips.

Lexa’s eyes travel over her again, sharp and hungry, and Clarke tries not to shiver under the gaze. They’ve played these games enough times, she can tell when Lexa is done talking business, but there’s nothing more fun than making the girl wait.

“So, we’ll have to schedule a meeting to talk about how much you’d like to settle for.” She reaches for her diary across the desk and lets her blouse dip, aware of Lexa’s eyes on her skin.

“Whatever we settled the last one for should be fine.” She knows she’s not imagining the huskiness to Lexa’s voice.

“The meeting would probably go better if you were there, regardless.” Clarke shakes her head, but flips open her diary to next week. “Next Tuesday should be fine.”

“What if I’m busy?” Lexa is clearly feeling particularly petulant today, and Clarke fixes her with a doubtful expression.

“You aren’t busy.”

Lexa purses her lips, but there is a flicker of amusement in her eyes as she says, finally. “Fine, arrange the meeting.”

The tiny victory sends a flick of pleasure down her spine and she fixes Lexa with a triumphant smile, but only nods once, curt and serious, before jotting it down in her diary. When she looks up again, Lexa is perched on the edge of her desk, so close that Clarke can smell her perfume, and she jolts back in surprise, eyebrows narrowing when Lexa laughs.

“I’ve asked you before not to do that.”

“Why?” Lexa tongue flickers out and licks a spot of blood from the corner of her lips. “Scared?”

“Of you?” Clarke retorts, pushing back her chair to gain a little more distance and clarity, “please, I’ve seen you at your worst.”

“What a thing to say to your client, Miss Griffin.” Lexa places a hand to her chest, feigning hurt.

“You’re here so much you’re almost like family.”

Lexa’s eyes flicker with warmth, a momentary crack in her mask, before she hardens and arches an eyebrow. “But I know you,” Her eyes drag down Clarke again and she feels it like a touch on her skin. “I know how much you… enjoy our time together.”

Clarke has to swallow, her throat suddenly dry and she watches Lexa mutely for a second as she slides her lithe body from the desk, pacing around it with a careless ease, fingers dragging over the polished mahogany. The thought of those fingers on her skin, sliding over her collarbones, featherlight, and grasping at her hips with a grip like thunder, makes her shiver.

“The money isn’t bad.” Her voice breaks just a little, and by the look on Lexa’s face, the vampire is luxuriating in her slip.

“Really, that’s all you want from me? The money?” Lexa pauses, a hip cocked against the edge of the desk, and stares down at her.

There is silence, stretching between them in the dim light of the office, and it’s as if the whole world holds their breath to see where this will go. It is always the same way with Lexa, holding the temptation so close, and waiting for Clarke to reach for it.

Her fingers curl into the fabric of Lexa’s blouse and she drags her down, pulling her so close that a human would overbalance, tumble forward, but Lexa’s lips just meet hers in a familiar clash of teeth just a little too sharp. Her lips are cool to the touch, but infinitely soft and when Clarke flickers a tongue over to trace over her lower lip, she can taste the tang of copper. Her fingers slip in the silkiness of Lexa’s blouse and she instead pulls at her hips, urging the woman forward until Lexa’s legs graze her knees. When she breaks away for breath, Lexa runs careful fingers up her arms, curling around her shoulders and peering up at her for permission.

Clarke’s answer is to pull at her hip again, a little too sharply, and it sends Lexa careening into her lap, breathless and flustered, her legs parting so that she can straddle her. Carefully, Clarke places a kiss to the spot below Lexa’s earlobe, lathing the skin with her tongue and sucking until Lexa’s fingers shoot up to tangle in her hair and squeeze. She lets out a soft, throaty laugh and blows against the wet skin, breathing in Lexa’s ear.

“Well, maybe there is a little more than the money to be had.”

A strangled sound escapes Lexa’s throat at the words and Clarke places kisses down her jawline, easing her way down the sharp bone before sliding to her neck. There is something so powerful about having Lexa like this, feeling her quiver and bend beneath her fingers and when Clarke runs a hand up the hip and ribs, she feels her choke on breaths she doesn’t need. Gently, almost as a tease, she grazes her teeth over Lexa’s neck and watches with satisfaction as Lexa quivers beneath her.

Fingers slide down from her hair, rubbing at her neck pleadingly and Clarke nips at Lexa’s skin, reproving.

“Not yet,” She eases back for a second, meets Lexa’s clouded gaze in the lamplight and takes note of the way her eyes are hazy and drifting. “For now, you’re mine.” The words are both a promise and a question and she hesitates, waiting until she sees Lexa tip her chin in a desperate nod before saying. “Good, hands in my hair.”

Lexa whines softly, a sound caught in the back of her throat, but her hands slide obediently back into Clarke’s crumpled updo, though her fingers scratch against her scalp none too softly. Clarke presses their lips together again and Lexa arches into her touch. Their kiss is filled with gasps, mouths hanging open as they gasp air from one another- though Clarke knows Lexa doesn’t need it. There is a moment in which they quietly fight for the upper hand, Lexa’s fangs grazing against Clarke’s lips and Clarke thinks that she may give in, surrender to the fingers she can feel carding through her hair. But there is plenty of time for that later; for now she is enjoying kissing the cocky smile from Lexa’s face and all it takes is her hands tightening on Lexa’s hips and tugging her closer, for Lexa to surrender into her touch.

Finally, she has to pull away, sucking in mouthfuls of air, and Lexa descends on her neck. Clarke has always teased her about her fondness for sucking dark, flowering bruises against her neck, but when Lexa leaves a checkerboard of marks against her skin it’s all she can do to throw her head back and surrender to the touch. Tomorrow she will run her fingers against those bruises, press just a little too hard and remember this moment, and her thighs squeeze together at the thought. Fangs scrape against her neck and Clarke is pulled back to reality, squeezing Lexa’s hips when she hears the girl laugh against her skin.

“You’re such a vampire,” Clarke husks out, trying hard to sound disapproving and Lexa laughs again, a hot breath against her skin.

“We both know you have a secret biting-” Her words are cut off by a strangled moan as Clarke pulls her blouse from her trousers and slides a hand up her ribs to trace over the bottom of her lacey bra.

“Sorry, what was that?” Clarke leans in, her lips brushing against Lexa’s ear and before she can reply, tugs on the bottom of her blouse. Lexa’s hands escape her hair and she obligingly lifts her arms to let Clarke slide the blouse away from her body, frowning when she tosses it careless on the floor across the room.

“That’s Chanel.” Lexa reproves, sitting up a little straighter to glance at the blouse and Clarke retorts by spreading her hands across the cool, exposed skin of her back, and leaning it to bite at the exposed curve of her breast. Lexa chokes on her words, trembling and slumping forward, as Clarke slides her tongue over the offended skin, soothing the sting with the wet heat of her mouth. By the time she’s done Lexa is limp and boneless in her arms and she looks up, a smug smile on her face as her hands slide up and unclip her dark, lacy bra with practiced fingers.

She holds it up and Lexa lifts her head from where it’s come to rest on Clarke’s shoulder, eyeing it with hazy distrust and swallowing heavily when it drops to the floor.

Leaning forward in her chair, Clarke presses Lexa forward with the hands at her back, until their bodies are close. She places a kiss to Lexa’s collarbone, where her chest is heaving with excited breaths.

“Are you really going to complain?” She asks, darkly, against her skin and feels Lexa shake her head fervently above her. She’s sure Lexa can feel her lips curling into a smile against her skin. “Thought not.”

Carefully, reverently, she starts to track her way down the body before her. Lexa smells of her sweet body wash and the perfume Clarke has come to know so well and Clarke feels heady on the scent. The sight of the body before her, quivering with excitement, is enough to make her thighs slick and she presses them together as subtly as she can. Lexa is shivering, a whine caught in the back of her throat as Clarke worships every inch of body she can find, steering carefully around the dark nipples that have pebbled beautifully. Every few moments Lexa will twist into her mouth, hands tightening in her hair to try to guide her, and Clarke takes too much pleasure in placing a reproving bite to her skin in retaliation.

“Clarke-” Lexa’s voice stutters and shudders and Clarke looks up at her from beneath her eyelashes, lips still worshipping her ribs. Lexa’s eyes are hooded, her lips parted and dry and Clarke can’t help but reach up to kiss her. “Please.” Lexa gasps between their kisses and Clarke smiles against her lips, fingers skating up and down her ribs, almost tickling.

“What do you want baby?” She sucks her lower lip into her mouth, teeth so hard that if Lexa were a human she would bleed.

Lexa’s groan makes her whole body vibrate and Clarke shivers, her blood buzzing.

“Touch me,” Lexa almost growls, her eyes focusing suddenly on Clarke, sparkling with challenge and Clarke nips her lip again, a smile playing on her lips.

“Where?”

Lexa swallows heavily and they are so close that their lips brush when she speaks. “Where it matters.”

Clarke laughs again, placing another kiss to her lips to swallow her noises as Clarke’s hand slides up her ribs and cups her breast and brushes a thumb so lightly across her nipple. Lexa whines into her mouth, her lips going slack and Clarke rests their foreheads together. The pad of her thumb circles for a moment, feeling the pebbling of her skin, before fingers squeeze at her nipple. Lexa grunts, hips juddering against Clarke’s, searching for friction and Clarke breathes out softly, exhaling a shaky breath.

One hand flat against the palm of Lexa’s back, keeping her in place, her other slides across to pluck and tug at her untended breast and she kisses a trail from Lexa’s prone mouth to the spot below her ear, where she sucks roughly.

Lexa whimpers, a choked noise and her hips grind hard, though there is little to give her satisfaction. Her hands slip from Clarke’s hands, pawing at the collar of her shirt helplessly and Clarke pulls away to take her in. Hair rumpled, eyes hooded and mouth agape, Lexa look almost unbearably fuckable and Clarke can’t help the smile that slips onto her lips.

Her fingers run tender circles across Lexa’s exposed skin as she asks, softly.

“What do you want?”

Lexa is so far away that she doesn’t hear her, eyes struggling to focus and Clarke squeezes her nipple with momentary bite, earning a choked whine.

“Focus, darling.”

“What?” Lexa blinks at her, tongue flickering out to wet her lips and Clarke feels another shiver ripple through her when she sees the flash of her fangs again.

“What do you want?” She repeats, tearing her gaze back to Lexa’s eyes.

Lexa stares at her for a moment, thinking, before the haze fades a little from her eyes and she goes to slip to her knees between Clarke’s spread legs. It’s only Clarke’s hands pulling her to a halt that stops her and Clarke can’t help but laugh at her affronted expression.

“Not yet baby, plenty of time. I want to make you feel good.”

Lexa’s brows furrow and she works her throat for a second, as if remembering how to use her words. “Fuck me.”

A groan escapes Clarke at the words and her head falls forward, landing against Lexa’s sweaty skin. She feels the woman laugh above her, her ribs shaking, and nips at her skin again to cut her off. Raising her head, she fixes Lexa with a stern gaze. “Where?”

“Here,” Lexa answers instantly, her eyes flickering around the office and Clarke can’t help but follow her gaze. The room is littered with places they’ve already pressed together: Lexa holding Clarke against the tall windows and fucking her into speechlessness; Clarke eating Lexa out on the ottoman; Lexa between Clarke’s knees as she tried to take a conference call. “The desk.”

Clarke’s eyebrows shoot up and she chokes on another groan, sucking at Lexa’s skin again. Lexa is shivering in her arms, trembling with anticipation. The desk is heavy and mahogany and Clarke knows she will never be able to work at it again, but it is so worth it.

“Oh darling,” She kisses her way up to Lexa’s ear again, murmuring. “I love the way you think.” Her eyes slide up to Lexa’s and she watches the girl slide into a hazy, happy headspace again. “You’re never going to be able to look at that desk again without getting wet.” Lexa lets out a soft, vocalised exhale.

Carefully, Clarke helps her stand up and tries not to smile at the way her knees quake beneath her. She takes her time unbuttoning Lexa’s slacks, sliding them down her legs as she listens to Lexa shudder and squirm. Holding out a hand, she helps Lexa step out of the puddled material and slides her hands over her hips, admiring the dark panties and leaning forward to kiss along the line where skin meets lace, until Lexa lets out something close to a sob, her hands fisting in Clarke’s hair. From here, Clarke can smell how wet she is, can see the dark mark in the crotch of her panties and she hums.

“Okay baby,” She soothes her, gently, and eases the panties down Lexa’s legs, leaving her bare but for the black, patent heels she wears. Standing from her chair, she keeps hold of one of Lexa’s hands and her eyes wander hungrily down her form. “God, you’re beautiful. The most beautiful woman in the world.”

Lexa whines, high in her throat and steps closer, breaching the space between them to press herself close to Clarke. Their lips meet again and Clarke lets Lexa fumble with her buttons, struggling with them for a moment before a growl escapes her that makes Clarke moan, and Lexa rips her shirt away. Clarke goes to scold her when their lips finally disconnect, but Lexa’s mouth moves immediately down to her bare chest, nipping along her collarbones as she tucks down the zipper on Clarke’s skirt and pushes it impatiently down.

Curling her arms around Lexa’s waist, Clarke turns them, stepping out of her skirt to push Lexa back against the desk. Lexa props herself up, lifting until her ass is on the unforgiving wood and her ankles cross at the small of Clarke’s back. When she lifts her hips, she smears wetness across Clarke’s stomach and Clarke chokes on a moan.

Their fingers tangle together and Clarke presses Lexa’s hands back against the wood, holding her still as she sucks and nips her way down to her breasts, still pink and puckered from her earlier attentions. Fastening her lips around one, she creates slight suction that arches Lexa’s back and makes her let out a high pitched cry, her hips bucking against Clarke. The blonde’s teeth graze against her nipple, lathing her tongue across the pulsing bud until Lexa is a whimpering, squirming mess beneath her and she is able to lean up and whisper, huskily.

“You want my fingers or my mouth baby?”

“Fingers,” Lexa gasps, keening, “Please, fuck- need you.”

Clarke hums happily, returning her attentions to Lexa’s breasts, painting them with kisses as her hand trails down to where Lexa’s small patch of pubic hair is soaked with sticky desire. Her fingers skate down, struggling to get traction against the slick, and she runs her fingers through her opening, gathering the stringing wetness against her fingers.

Lexa whimpers, straining her hips, but to Clarke’s pleasure she keeps her hands where they were placed on the desk. Clarke pulls away from where she’s worshipping Lexa’s breasts, drawing Lexa’s eyes down to hers long enough for the woman to watch her lick her wetness from her fingers. Lexa’s eyes roll back, showing the whites, and her head falls against the desk with a strangled whimper.

Rolling the taste around in her mouth, Clarke sucks at the skin on the underside of Lexa’s breast as her fingers dip carefully into Lexa’s wetness, pushing in to feel her clench and flutter around her. Her lips twist upwards against Lexa’s skin and her thumb skates up to find the pulsing bud that makes Lexa squirm and cry out when she touches it. Gently, she runs her thumb in a steady circle around her clit, watching Lexa gasp out unintelligibly from her place splayed out against the desk. Lexa’s hands reach up and grab at the desk, clawing at it.

Expertly, Clarke draws her up, working her clit and pushing a finger into her, before adding another and feeling Lexa’s cunt squeeze around her. Her fingers curl and she Lexa shudders out a squeak beneath her as her thumb speeds against her clit. Clarke’s mouth fastens around her nipple again, sucking and taking it between her teeth to bite gently and Lexa’s whines slide up an octave.

“Clarke,” Her breath has stopped entirely, her chest still but for her shuddering and Clarke hums around her nipple, sending the vibration thrumming through her body. “I’m- Clarke-”

Releasing her nipple, Clarke rests her head against Lexa’s breast, kissing and murmuring. “You going to cum baby?” At Lexa’s shivering nod, she whispers. “Cum for me. I know you can do it baby, come on.”

“Clarke,” Lexa’s fingers finally leave the desk and wrap around her body, struggling to find purchase against sweaty skin and squeezing hard. “Clarke!”

Around her fingers Clarke feels the Lexa’s cunt shudder and squeeze, a gush of wetness flooding down her fingers and she milks Lexa’s clit, rubbing slow circles and pumping her fingers to ease her down. Lexa is entirely silent as she comes, but for one gasping whine, throwing her head back to expose her creamy throat.

It takes a few second for her to ride out the last of her orgasm and it’s only when she slumps back against the desk that she seems to realise that Clarke’s fingers haven’t stopped moving. Her eyes slit open and she frowns up at Clarke, who reaches forward to press their lips together, her thumb pressing a little harder against her clit. Against Lexa’s lips she murmurs.

“Think you can go again?”

Lexa lets out a shuddering moan when she adds, “want to taste you,” and falls back against the desk with a groan.

Beaming, Clarke sinks down to her knees, Lexa’s feet falling from her back, heels still dangling. With practiced hands, she pushes Lexa’s thighs apart and settles between them. Lexa is long past teasing and the second that Clarke’s tongue flattens out against her cunt she gives a strangled cry and arches off the desk. Clarke dips her tongue inside of her, feeling Lexa’s cunt shiver and squeeze around her and hums softly at the heady, musky taste of sex and sweat. Lexa convulses, keening, and Clarke’s attention rises to create hard, fast suction against Lexa’s clit, lathing her tongue over the sensitive head and listening as Lexa’s cries ratchet up and up and up until she lets out a half lived scream and bucks her hips so hard that she almost throws Clarke off as she cums.

It takes a moment for Lexa to come back to her after her second orgasm. Clarke holds her close and places kisses to her sweaty forehead, watching as the haze fades from Lexa’s eyes.

“Hey baby,” Her voice is soft and affection and Lexa twists in her grip, where they’re sat on the floor, leaning against the desk and looking out of the windows at the city slowly waking up below them. The sky is just beginning to lighten and Clarke feels a clench of anticipation at the sign, but when she glances down at Lexa the woman doesn’t seem to be worried, too busy languishing in Clarke’s grip. “Okay?”

Lexa’s eyes meet hers and the haze is gone, replaced by the wickedly sharp gaze she’s used to. “Better than okay,” Lexa promises and her kiss is soft. “Thank you.”

“Are you kidding?” Clarke lets out an amazed laugh. “Thank you.” Her eyes flicker to the window again. “We should be getting home.”

Lexa whines, curling up against her and Clarke places a kiss to the top of her head. “Do we have to?” She asks petulantly.

“Yes,” Clarke starts glancing around for their discarded clothes, “Before the sun comes up.” When Lexa continues to grouch and grumble, she continues, “We’ll take a shower together and I’ll tuck you up in bed. Maybe the cat will even give you some comforting.”

“Mm, that sounds nice,” Lexa gives her a lazy smile, whole and genuine and Clarke can’t help but kiss her again, before breaking away to say, disgruntled.

“You ripped my shirt.”

Lexa scoffs, “We have a million others at home.” When Clarke continues to pout, she slides up to place a long, deep kiss against her lips again and says, her eyes a little darker. “Maybe I can make it up to you in some way.”

Clarke’s lips twitch upwards at the suggestion.

After all, vampires don’t need to breathe.

#ummm i don't normally write anything this dirty???? so let me know what you thought #clexa #clexahalloweenweek #clarke griffin #commander lexa

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Space Jail

Author: Lopithecus Pairing: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 1430 Alternate: AO3, fanfiction.net Summary: Bruce and Clark end up in space jail Warnings: N/A Author's Note: N/A Prompt #1: “I can’t believe I’m sitting in space jail with you of all people.” [X] Prompt #2: “Well, this is a nice change of scenery.” “We’re in prison.” “I was being sarcastic.” [X] Prompt #3: “I didn’t even think of doing this until you told me not to, so when you think about it, it’s your fault we’re in this situation.” “When I get free I’m kicking your ass.” [X]

Bruce watches as the door shuts to the room he and Clark are forcibly shoved into it. Looking around, he sees one metal bunk bed, a metal toilet, and a metal bench. There is no window, not that Bruce had expected one in a jail on this particular planet. The aliens might be humanoid in appearance but they were very different to humans with the way they acted. It almost makes Bruce wonder how different the Kryptonians would have acted from humans if it weren’t for their current predicament taking up all his thought process.

They had gone on a mission across the galaxy to a far away planet that supposedly needed the League’s help. Turns out all they needed was some diplomatic intervention between two rivaling factions. The planet they are currently on, the one in which called them, was being threatened planetary takeover by another hostile planet and needed a couple members of the League—Batman and Superman since no one else was available—to straighten stuff out between the two and come to a compromise. Clark took care of most of it, seeing as with his powers, he was able to learn the language the fastest. However, according to the Kryptonian, the ambassador of the foreign planet that had called upon them, is a huge “jerk” and the king isn’t any better. And that’s how they got themselves, or more like how Clark got them, into trouble.

Bruce sighs, taking a seat on the metal bench. “I can’t believe I’m sitting in space jail with you of all people.”

“Ha, very funny,” Clark retorts. “Should I punch the door off?” Clark eyes the door, squinting as if the Kryptonian is using x-ray vision on it.

“No,” Bruce says. “We’re in enough trouble as it is.”

Clark comes and sits next to him. “So we’re just going to sit here and wait?” Bruce hums in response, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. “Well, at least this is a nice change of scenery.”

“We’re in prison,” Bruce deadpans.

“I was being sarcastic,” Clark responds immediately. Bruce hears the Kryptonian leaning back and resting on the wall much like Bruce is doing. “So… any plan on how we are going to get out of here?”

“Not yet.” Bruce opens one eye, looking at Clark through the visor of his cowl. “We wouldn’t even be in this mess if you hadn’t of punched the ambassador in the face for whatever the hell he said.”

“First off,” Clark starts in defense. “He had said some pretty nasty things about you.” The Kryptonian wrings his hands together. “Secondly, I didn’t even think of doing it until you told me not to, so when you think about it, it’s your fault we’re in this situation.”

Bruce blinks open his other eye, looking at Clark in amazement. “When we get free I’m kicking your ass.”

Clark rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, pouting. “Fine, I’ll take responsibility but you can’t deny the fact that you gouded me on.”

“By telling you not to engage?” Bruce asks, incredulous. He almost chuckles with Clark’s display of petulance but manages to keep it at bay.

“Yep, if you hadn’t told me to not punch that ungrateful, arrogant, good for nothing, pig of an ambassador, then I would have never even thought to do so.”

This time it’s Bruce’s turn to roll his eyes. “Uh huh, sure.” He turns his body slightly more towards Clark. “That’s why you were getting so tense and your heart rate was picking up speed.”

“My heart rate?” Clark’s arms fall to the side, loose and relaxed. “How do you know that?”

Bruce leans forward and presses his lips against Clark’s neck, right on the pulsing vein. “I like to keep an eye on my favorite chew toy.” He bites the spot and leans back on the bench. Clark is scowling.

“And you complained about me listening to your heartbeat.” The Kryptonian’s arms are crossed again.

“That’s different.”

“How?”

Bruce shrugs and they both end up giggling over their banter. When it dies down, Bruce continues. “I really am going to kick your ass for insinuating that this whole thing is my fault. I can’t even understand what they are saying.”

“That’s probably a good thing.” Bruce’s eyebrows furrow at Clark’s statement but the Kryptonian doesn’t elaborate. “How do you plan on kicking my ass?”

Bruce’s eyes narrow in suspicion. “Oh, I have my ways. I was thinking of something maybe to do with a little Kryptonite, maybe the bedroom. I don’t know yet. I need to plan.”

“Well it’s starting to look like you have plenty of time to do that.” Clark eyes him from the corner of his own eyes. “But no Kryptonite, please. I would rather not throw up while we are in bed together.”

“Fine,” Bruce crosses his arms. “No Kryptonite but I do get to control what happens.”

“Deal.” Clark’s eyes are downcast, watching his hands as they rub blue spandex covered thighs.

Bruce’s eyes narrow even more. “What were they saying about me?”

A small scowl appears on Clark’s face once more. “You don’t want to know.”

“Oh, I think I do,” Bruce says, as sultry as he can possibly make his voice while sitting in a white cube.

Clark shrugs. “They were just talking about you. Saying stuff about how they would love to… see you outside the uniform. See you naked. Get you into bed.” Another shrug. “You know the usual stuff.”

Bruce is full on laughing now, uncontrollable. Clark has always been the only one, besides his own children, to be able to cause Bruce to laugh this hard. Clark is glaring at him and when Bruce calms down, he says to the Kryptonian, “So you punched the ambassador and got us thrown into space jail because you were jealous?” Clark looks away, staring anywhere but Bruce while glowering. “That is the most ridiculous reason for getting arrested I have ever heard.” Bruce shakes his head in amusement. “But leave it to Superman to do it.”

Clark rolls his eyes. “You would have done the same thing if you could understand what they were saying.”

“No, I wouldn’t have,” Bruce says confidently. “Because I don’t get jealous.”

One of Clark’s eyebrows raises. “Uh huh.”

That’s when the door opens and the King of the planet walks in along with the ambassador—who is sporting a purpling wound where Clark had hit him—and one other alien. Clark exchanges conversation with the King and the two other members of the planet, the ambassador glaring viciously at Clark. It seems, at least to Bruce, to be going well until towards the end of the conversation, the King steps a bit closer to Clark and tells the Kryptonian something that makes Clark blush a bright red. Bruce furrows his brows in confusion but doesn’t interrupt. When the aliens and Clark are completely done with their conversation, the three aliens turn to leave.

“So?” Bruce asks Clark immediately.

Clark sighs. “Since we are here on their request and it being our first time on this planet, we are being pardoned from the offense that I caused.”

“They’re letting us go?” Bruce asks for confirmation.

“Yes.” Clark brushes himself off, as if his uniform isn’t already immaculate.

“And what did the King say that had you blushing like a virgin?”

Clark hesitates in answering but at Bruce’s raised eyebrow he finally relents. “He said he would like me to stay longer in order to show me what it really feels like to,” Clark clears his throat, cheeks turning red once more, “have sex with royalty.” Clark swallows. “I think he kind of guessed we are popular back on Earth.”

Bruce barely hears the rest of Clark’s answer, getting stuck on the fact that the king of this planet wants to have sex with Clark. “Does he now?”

Clark chuckles awkwardly. “Yeah, it’s weird.”

Bruce turns and starts pulling Clark along. “Let’s go.” Bruce leads the way and it doesn’t take them long to catch up to the King and the ambassador. Bruce whistles to get their attention and the King isn’t even fully turned around before Bruce’s fist is connecting against the alien’s jaw. Clark’s eyes widen and Bruce postures superiority. “Stay away from boyfriend,” he growls. Five minutes later, Bruce and Clark are sitting on a metal bench together in space jail.

Clark eyes him. “This time, it’s definitely your fault.”

“Shut up,” Bruce groans, leaning his head back against the wall with a loud thud.

A/N: Thanks for reading!!

#DC Comics #SuperBat #Superman #Batman #Clark Kent #Kal El #Bruce Wayne #Space Jail #My Fanfiction #sfw

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poppyssupergirl · 7 years

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Kisses Felt Around The World

This is for @bridgetteirish ‘s International Kissing Day Challenge and you can read this on AO3 if you’d like!

The AO3 Challenge is also linked so you can read everyone else’s submissions!

Cat’s in Hong Kong.

Of course, that’s only the furthest away anyone could be and Kara scoffs before picking the car off the turnpike railings and depositing it onto the cracked pavement. The family inside runs and she waves with a smile, her other hand twisting the phone so she can balance it between her cheek and shoulder.

The video cameras trailed on her will show both of her hands coming up just in time to catch the alien creature as it charges her. She doesn’t give an inch and she doesn’t drop her phone.

There’s one lucky camera woman with a cell phone picture that clearly catches Kara rolling her eyes and bickering with whoever she’s talking to.

The creature is eight times Supergirl’s size and it looks so, so small in her hands. She doesn’t even really have to hit it to calm it down enough for a swarm of black-clad agents to sweep across the scene.

Supergirl raises into the air and shoots a smile toward a non-descript agent in a helmet, she readjusts the phone in her hand and visibly scoffs again.

The woman holding the phone gets seventeen interviews before the video even has time to go viral.

She stops into the DEO first, as is policy.

Kara hangs up as she touches down, she’ll have to get to Cat later. She’s got a bet to win.

Vasquez looks up as she enters headquarters and opens her mouth just for Kara to cut her off.

“Susan, can I kiss you?”

Winn tips his Twizzlers onto the floor and the whole operation goes silent. Even J’onn looks up with a slight frown.

Kara watches as Susan’s face moves from shock to confusion to shock again and then back to confusion. “Excuse me, ma’am?”

“May I kiss you?” Kara asks again, a tad bit slower. She’s got very little time but she’s not going to infringe on anyone’s rights. Or hurt anyone. She’s just competitive, okay?

J’onn can hear Vasquez’s mind screeching into overdrive and his stifled laughter ends up barely louder than the oppressive silence engulfing the DEO.

Susan nods jerkily and Kara flashes a smile that could bend steel to her will even more easily than her own fingers could. And Supergirl’s fingers can do quite a bit.

Susan will later tell the story like so:

Kara stepped forward, radiating the happiness that had drawn Susan to her in the first place. A quiet confidence that settled into every nook and cranny of Susan’s body.

Yes, in that moment, she wanted to be held in Supergirl’s strong arms.

She was softer than a cloud and solid enough to stop boulders. She was a dream wrapped up in a reality that Susan still couldn’t believe she was a part of.

Her lips were sweeter than honey and Susan was lifted right out of her chair and pressed against a body she’d craved. The kiss was gentle and rough and had just enough tongue to send a shiver through her body.

If Susan were to die, right then and there, her life would have been complete.

(At this point in the story Winn is already tossing peanuts to make it end. He was there, the kiss wasn’t that great.)

Kara releases Susan with another smile to light up a galaxy and skips over to Winn.

(This is the point in the story where Winn takes over)

She presses a sweet kiss to his cheek and picks up his Twizzlers. She even snags a kiss to the top of her head from J’onn.

Susan is still smiling at her desk as Kara swipes into her phone and steps off the balcony.

Unsurprisingly, Lucy Lane is the easiest to get an agreement from. She doesn't really need a reason, she agrees as soon as Kara gets the question out of her mouth.

It’s almost concerning really. Almost.

So Kara touches down, a rooftop restaurant in Metropolis, her cape snapping in the breeze. Cameras flicker around her and Lucy is already walking toward her. Kara can’t help the smile already aching across her cheeks.

The kiss hits every tabloid in about 33 seconds.

It’s hot and full of tongue and Lucy doesn’t waste her chances. She’s never copped a feel on a Superhero, but oh boy, does she ever make up for that now.

Her fingers wrap around Kara’s ass and Kara gasps into the kiss. She wraps her arms around Lucy, just a little tighter, and dips Lucy backward.

There are hoots and hollers around them but Kara only has ears for the way Lucy’s heartbeat crescendos through their kiss.

The real issue is getting Lucy Lane to let go. Like Joan of Arc, she has a mission in mind and it will take the stake and 1400 degree flames to stop her. She buries her fingers in Kara’s hair and wraps a leg around her waist.

She probably can’t get arrested, but Lucy’s always liked testing her boundaries.

Kara pulls back before Lucy can find the zip on her suit and she’s panting. A woman capable of breaking the sound barrier without breaking a sweat and Lucy has her gasping for breath.

The more capable Lane indeed.

Lucy advances as Kara steps back until Lucy’s grinning at the edge of the rooftop. She could jump and Kara would catch her, but she doesn’t need underhanded tricks now.

Now Kara knows what she’s missing and Lucy can depend on that.

Kara’s a vibrant red and she thanks Lucy again before rocketing off, into the sunlight. Lucy doesn’t bat an eye at the cameras flashing around her. She’s walking on the corpses of her political rivals, nothing will beat this.

So she sits back down at her table, Clark Kent gaping across from her, and finishes her lunch.

James is in his studio. His camera is lovingly tucked under his arm and he smiles when Kara walks in. Eve Teschmacher stands beside him and marks down the time.

Kara leans in and James leans down and it’s a sweet kiss. There’s no more bitterness and they both feel safe in each other’s arms. Kara sniffles just the slightest bit and James laughs before shooing her out.

Kara’s boots leave CatCo property and Eve doodles on her paper before asking, “Do you still love her?”

James just smiles at his photos and rearranges a layout. The sun falls across his face, it’s a beautiful day in National City. “Everyone loves Kara.”

There’s a Lotreng tearing holes in the bar when Kara gets there. M’gann looks more than a little frazzled and Kara laughs before leaping into the fray.

There’s an internet domain that you can find only if you already have access to it. On that domain is Rotinyl herbal remedies, which businesses are pro-alien, and how to tame a Slinara if you have two bgnorts and a clorsic on hand.

Today, that domain has a video of Supergirl laughing while taking … punches… from a Lotreng in full rage. She doesn’t seem to have a problem holding it down until the rage passes. Fland, the Lotreng, apologizes for the damage and blushes all the way up to his glondexs in embarrassment.

M’gann, the bartender, doesn’t even flinch when Supergirl, an alien superhero, points to her cheek with a smile. She just leans in with a long-suffering sigh and kisses, a human display of affection, the superhero on the cheek.

Supergirl flashes them all another smile and there’s blur before the tables are righted and all the broken furniture is piled in one corner. M’gann, the bartender, rolls her eyes before leaning in and kissing Supergirl’s other cheek.

(this may be the French form of greeting, but no one can confirm that)

There’s another flash of pearly whites, no it’s not a display of aggression on this planet, and Supergirl is off into the fading afternoon.

Lena Luthor doesn’t like public displays of affection. Lena Luthor really likes Kara Danvers.

When an immovable object meets an unstoppable force… something’s gotta give.

Needless to say, seven board members are accosted with flowers and Supergirl sweeps into Lena’s meeting. Lena already knows what’s going to happen. She knows that Jess will never let her live it down.

She knows that the kiss, her wrapped up in Kara’s arms, surrounded by the cape and a golden cascade of hair, will only ever circulate between their small group of friends. So when the board members get over their shock and shout at Lena, well…

Lena’s still looking out the window, two fingers tracing her lips, and a smile quirking across her cheeks. Her eyes are more alight than Jess has seen them since Kara’s last visit and Jess already has the picture sent to their whole group chat.

There are no cutting looks in this board meeting, only a calm and slightly smiling Lena Luthor. It bothers the board members much more than any cold stare.

Kara pushes herself well over Mach eight and all she can hear is the erratic thump of air molecules hitting her ear drums. She’s not surprised when she sees Cat standing in Times Square, honestly, where else would she be?

There’s a CatCo building going in just up the street so it only makes sense.

The cameraman is Cat’s favorite and Supergirl gives him a wave. He looks tired, jet lag is a bitch, but he waves and points to where Cat is standing.

“Good evening, Hong Kong, National City, as you may know, today is International Kissing Day. I am joined by none other than National City’s hero, Supergirl.” Cat flashes her a dazzling smile and Kara bites back a laugh.

Cat is never one to be outdone and she gives Lucy a run for her money. Not quite in handsy-ness, but in time for sure.

The kiss tops a minute and a half before the gathered crowd starts to lose interest. Not surprising for Cat and she hears, even over the rushing of her own blood, the slight dip in the raucousness of the crowd and pulls back with a smirk.

Kara dutifully smiles at the camera and gives Cat a final hug, there’s a whispered message but the mic definitely doesn’t catch that, and Cat’s waving goodbye as Kara stumbles into the air.

Lucy calls her later to ask her what she’d said. Cat, like any good, generous mentor, tells Lucy.

Lucy never, ever repeats it. Not even in her own mind.

Kara flutters through Alex’s apartment window and skips over to where she’s laying across her couch, head in Maggie’s lap.

“Kiss” She demands, pointing at her cheek and Alex rolls her eyes at Maggie’s protests and obeys. Kara makes sure to drag her hair over Alex’s lips and Alex sputters and gags in jest, batting Kara away.

Maggie frowns at Kara and glances at her phone, “That’s still only nine! I explicitly said, ten kisses and you win. Nine doesn’t count.”

Kara sheds her cape and looks at the clock, she’s got six more minutes, she’s done pretty well so far. “You said, and I quote, “Kiss or be kissed by ten people who love you.” Right?”

Maggie nods and her eyes narrow as Kara closes in on her. She realizes what’s happening far, far too late. “No! No, I don’t count!!!”

Alex laughs and tucks away from their tussle. Her eyes crinkle in delight as Maggie is swamped with kisses all over her hair and cheeks, Kara’s laughter ringing out in her apartment.

“You love me don’t you?” Kara grins down at a thoroughly defeated Maggie Sawyer and Maggie just groans against the couch.

“Seems like ten to me.” Alex doesn’t mind throwing Maggie under the bus of Kara’s love, she’s had to deal with it for thirteen years after all. “Sounds like we’re watching every Disney film in order this weekend.”

Maggie’s groans fill the apartment and the Danvers sisters only laugh all the louder.

#ikd supergirl fanworks #supergirl #many kisses #international kissing day #fluff

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strongerxtogetherx · 7 years

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Puzzle pieces [closed]

@forward-always-forward (Mon-el)

The days after she helped Mon-el escape into space were a blur when she would look back on them later. She still went to Catco, still fought with a smile on her face. Still wrote articles, still participated in Game Nights, but the spark in her eyes was gone. Her world had stopped turning while everyone else's went on. And she had to be a participant in everyone else's world. But it was hard to find the drive to do any of those things. It was even hard to find the desire to eat some days. She was always exhausted, both mentally and physically. She was nauseated, she wasn't sleeping well. Even her beloved pot stickers couldn't ease the sickness--in fact they almost made it worse.

It was only Clark and Lois visited two months after the Daxamite invasion when Kara knew what was wrong with her. The blonde frowned when Clark pulled her outside onto the fire escape one night after dinner--Kara barely picking at it. "Kara," The elder cousin had murmured, wrapping an arm around the blonde, "Why didn't you tell me?"

The blonde tilted her head at him, eyebrows raised, "Tell you what?"

"That you're--" Clark's eyes widened with the realization, "You don't know?"

"Know what, Clark?"

"Kara....you're pregnant. I can hear the second heartbeat."

Kara froze, the mug she had been holding dropped from her hands--it would have shattered, had Clark's hand not darted out and caught it. "...what?" Came her strangled reply. Suddenly, she felt lightheaded, her knees felt like they were going to crumble under her. Blindly, she reached for her cousin, and the elder Kryptonian quickly helped the blonde sit against the wall. "I...thought we couldn't--" It was well known that even among Kryptonians--Clark had been the only naturally conceived baby in centuries.

"With humans, Kara. Lois can't handle a kryptonian baby--if it kicked, it would break her ribs." "....But with me, its the opposite." Kara sighed in realization, "And since Daxam and Krypton are genetically the same.." Clark nodded.

There was a beat of silence as Kara focused, now that she was listening for it--she could definitely hear the second heartbeat that was faster than hers and Clark’s. Suddenly, Kara's world started spinning again--though not at full speed, she had something more to focus on. There would always be a piece of her that had broken when Mon-el left, but now she had a piece of him with her. The next months and years as Kara's pregnancy progressed were intentionally well-documented. She wanted an archive of everything--should they find a way to bring Mon-el back to earth.

It had been nearly four years since the Daxamite invasion. It had been almost three and a half since Kara's life changed for the better. It was three and a half years since Mik-El had entered the world just as the sun rose at 5:43 am.

Kara was shook out of her thoughts as a rocket colided with her chest--a rocket known as Mikayla Matthews-Danvers. "Hey Starshine," The blonde laughed, smoothing down her daughter's brunette hair. It was a color that was a perfect mix of Kara's blonde, and Mon-el's dark brunette. A perfect mix. That was the best description of Mikayla. A perfect mix of Kara and Mon-el. Mon-el's eyes, Kara's nose and cheeks. His jaw. She was perfect.

"Hi Mama," Kara grinned, and shifted her daughter to her hip. "Do you have your backpack to go visit uncle Clark?" "Uh-huh!" "Awesome! Then after I get back from working with Auntie Alex, I'll come pick you up and we'll have pizza and-" "Potstickers!" Mikayla interrupted, giving Kara a large grin that the mother matched. "Mhm! That's right, potstickers!" Securing the Supergirl themed book bag on her daughter's shoulders, Kara took to the air and quickly flew to Metropolis, dropping Mikayla off with her cousin before landing at the DEO.

"Alex?" She called walking down the steps, looking for her sister before she froze, seeing a figure standing in the bullpen. "I..." Her blue eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. "Mon-el?" His name fell from her lips like a whispered prayer as she stared at the figure's back, both willing and dreading him to turn around.

#forwardalwaysforward #v: parents au

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kiwianana · 7 years

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Post Duet AU (supercorp)

AN: my fingers slipped. angst, and cause j’onn and kara going to another earth is a definite recipe for trouble.

Kara’s feet landed softly upon the cold floor of the DEO. With a sigh she looked around at the agents stopping momentarily at her presence. She smiled at a few she recognised, a frown forming on her face as they refused to meet her eyes before they walked briskly away.

“You okay?” She felt a heavy hand on her shoulder as she looked back at J’onn. She nodded slowly. He squeezed, she was glad to feel it, before his face blanked as he met Winn’s eyes as he approached.

His body straightened as he locked onto Winn. Kara’s eyes jerked between the two, barely paying attention to Mon-El at her side and the portal closing behind her. J’onn took off to the computers before Winn even started talking. Kara watched him go, his eyes roving the screen as his face darkened.

“Did something happen, Winn?” Kara asked, taking in the bag’s under his eyes. He was disheveled, more so than when he traipsed into work after staying up too long. His hands shook as he rubbed a hand over his weary eyes.

“You should see, Alex.” He sighed his hand pointing toward the training room. “She’s in there.”

Kara marched off, her eyes watching J’onn slump in the seat in front of the computers. The world fell silent as she followed the sound of a racing heart toward her destination. She didn’t notice Winn holding Mon-El back. She didn’t hear him say it wasn’t his place. She didn’t hear a thing.

The door slid open at her command. She stepped in and watched Alex pummel the punching bag with barely strapped wrists.

“Alex?” She called softly as she approached. Alex’s strikes seemed to get harder and faster at the sound of her voice. “Alex. Stop. You’ll hurt yourself.” Kara grabbed Ale’x wrist as it pulled back. Gasping at the bloodied state of her knuckles. She quickly turned Alex away from the bag and grabbed her other hand.

“We should get you to medical.”

“No.” Alex gasped, pulling her hands away. She turned her back as her hands ran through her hair.

“What is going on? What happened while I was gone?” Kara was getting alarmed. No-one was actually saying anything. It was all covert glances and battered fists. “God, who died?”

Alex froze.

“Alex..” Kara whispered. Alex’s breathing staggered almost like - almost like she was crying.

“I’m sorry, Kara. Fuck, I’m so sorry.” Alex kept her back turned. Her hands covered her hands making it difficult for anyone but Kara to hear her.

“Alex, talk to me. What the hell happened?” Kara shouted. She pulled on Alex’s shoulder to get her to face her. Not apologizing as she stumbled around before gaining her stance. Kara paused at the tear tracks on her cheek.

“Lex… he, um, he broke out. Clarke was, um, he solar flared trying to stop him. We tried so hard to track him down but you and J’onn… and Clarke... “

“Alex. Just tell me.”

“We got her a security detail and everything. I was with her. I swear I never left her side. B-but somehow he’d gotten into her apartment before us.”

Kara started shaking her head, “no, Alex. Lena… Lena’s fine. She- she has to be.” She felt the tears welling in her eyes as she zoned out every sound she could to hear Lena’s steady heartbeat or the tapping of her fingers against a keyboard. Anything, anything at all to prove Alex she was wrong.

Instead all she heard was Maggie. “So, homicide?”

“Afraid so, Detective Sawyer.”

Maggie sighed heavily. “Just tell me it was quick.”

“I wish I could.” The coroner stated simply.

Kara rushed out of the room, ignoring Alex’s pleas. She bypassed the pitiful glances of the agents. When J’onn stood in front of her she shoved him out of the way, paying no mind to where he landed as she ran and took off from the building.

The cracking of the asphalt hailed her arrival at the coroner’s office. She ignored the parazzi, the medical techs, the police officers, everyone until she was standing in front of Maggie Sawyer. Her chest heaved as she tried to get the words out.

In the end Maggie walked down the hall, knowing exactly where Kara wanted to go. Maggie faced the window, her eyes watching as Kara kept hers locked on the emergency exit down the hall.

“I’ll give you a minute. But you can’t touch her, Kara. I’m sorry.”

Kara sucked in a breath as she carefully turned her head to the glass. Her forehead cracked the glass as she leant against the window. It seemed like everything stopped as she took in the peaceful, pale face of the woman lying on the table.

Her hand lay upon the barrier separating them.

It was definitely longer than a minute when Maggie came back. Kara followed her morosely. The once confident superhero was stooped, her cape dragged along the linoleum, and tears still prominent on her cheeks. Maggie stopped them both before the doors. Her hands gently lifted Kara’s head and wiped away the tear stains.

“I’m so sorry, but you gotta be strong now. The reports will want something. You don’t have to say anything but you gotta be strong. For her.”

Kara looked up at the ceiling and beyond as she took a deep breath. She rearranged her face, pulled her shoulders back and nodded before pushing the doors open and squinting into the sun.

Noise. There was so much noise from the crowd of reporters, that had seemingly grown with word of Supergirl’s arrival. Kara stood stoic before them as she began to speak.

“Lena Luthor was friend, an ally, and a good person. She was targeted by her own family for doing the right thing for humans and aliens alike. She will be remembered fondly. And I will find whoever did this.” Kara barely held back the tears as she spoke. Cameras continued to flash as she stepped back and took off. The wind wiping away the tears as they formed on her cheeks.

“Look at that. The Girl of Steel… crushed.” Lillian smirked at the news coverage. “It was a good thing you grew so close. It won’t be long before she goes off the rails and the DEO will have to reign her in.”

Lillian laid a gentle hand on Lena’s shoulder. “I’m proud of you.” She whispered to her daughter softly - for once - genuinely.

Lena fought the shudder as she watched Kara’s face. It was evident she’d been crying. Her heart raced at the thought of how much Kara cared.

“Why are we wasting time watching this. We have work to do.” Lena smirked at her mother as she turned back to the equipment scattered over the table.

“You’ll refine the suit?” Lex asked not looking up as he twisted a screw into the gauntlet.

Lena scoffed, “It’ll be better than you can imagine, dear brother.” She matched his smile over the table. It was nice to feel wanted, even if it was to be used. They didn’t need to know the truth.

They’d taught her many things over the years. Her expert poker face was not one of them.

#supercorp #lena luthor #kara danvers #supergirl #my fingers slipped #angst #sorry not sorry #i should be studying

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