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Can I request a Morpheus and reader where the reader is krypton like supergirl and he doesn’t know until I show him and we are dating and I risk my life to save him from people who wants to kill him

Thank you 😊

With Power Comes Misunderstandings

(Morpheus x Female Reader)

Synopsis: When Morpheus is late for your date, the only explanation is that someone's tried to harm him because of you—Supergirl's and Lena Luthor's daughter. After all, why else would they want your completely normal, powerless boyfriend?

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1623

A/N: Thanks you so much for sending this request in! And thank you for being so patient with me! This one kind of stumped me for a long time, but I think I figured out a way to write it that, hopefully, does your idea justice. It's slightly different, maybe a little lighter than the original idea, but I really played on the "doesn't know you have powers" bit. I hope you enjoy!

He had your full attention, he always did.

For all the sounds you could hear and how far you could see, everything in you focused on Morpheus.

He had this calmness that soothed your soul. He held himself with such confidence and clarity, and you desperately needed that.

Your life was hectic to say the least.

Being the child of Kara Danvers and Lena Luthor was one thing. But having powers like both of your mothers was something else entirely. You were born with Supergirl’s speed and senses, and the Walsh affinity for magic.

However, they both wished for you to grow up as human-like as you could. You went to school, college, got a job, and when you were old enough, they started training you.

You were disappointed when you discovered heat vision and freeze breath weren’t in your arsenal of powers. But, it turned out, they translated into your magic.

Fire and water were at your disposal. Two sides of the same coin—the light and the dark. Much like your parents’ families.

They told you stories, you watched and read the news—you knew their history. But one of the things they always taught you was that your story was your own. They embodied it in everything they did. Even in their names: Kara Danvers-Walsh and Lena Walsh-Danvers.

It was why you never felt the need to keep secrets from them. You also never forgot that if anyone could sus them out, it was your mothers.

When you initially told them you were seeing someone, you asked them to respect your privacy and to not go digging. Though, you doubted that they would find anything. It’s not like Morpheus had an Instagram—any social media for that matter. You didn’t mind that, though. He wasn’t attached to this modern-day vanity. He didn’t live his life for an audience, he did it for himself.

Glancing at your watch, you wondered just where your other half was.

Today, you were finally going to introduce your parents to Morpheus. You could already hear Kara asking how you two met, itching to get confirmation of the meet-cute she had already imagined.

It was kind of cliché.

You were walking your dog, she caught a whiff of a hot dog cart and bolted, and Morpheus grabbed her leash just before she could snatch one from the cart owner’s fingers.

You had thanked him profusely, that twinge of irritation ringing because you couldn’t use your speed in public.

Morpheus was gorgeous. And you may or may not have given your pup extra treats for inadvertedly introducing you two.

Again, you checked your watch, tugging on the simple stud in your ear. Your magic thrummed within them, the spell to conceal said magic always on you. Your parents recommended the idea early on, a protective measure. It kept you hidden from anyone who could sense your power.

You sighed. It wasn’t like Morpheus to be late. If anything, he was always perfectly on time, appearing the second the clock turned.

Your stomach churned, and there was a prickling underneath your skin.

Something was wrong.

You clutched the necklace Morpheus had given you a few weeks ago. It had been a true surprise—not a birthday gift or a silly monthaversary token. He’d given it to you out of the blue, and said when he saw it, he thought of you.

A ruby, no bigger than your pinky fingernail, hung from a delicate gold chain. It was the most recent possession you had of his at the moment, but thankfully, it should hold enough meaning between the two of you to lead you to him.

You muttered a few words, imbuing it with your magic, and instantly, it cooled against your chest.

Too far.

The chain warmed along your left side, pulling you in that direction.

You ran when you could, slowing when too many people were around.

The necklace lost its warmth in front of a rundown barn five miles south of the city. Everything about it screamed “Do Not Enter.” Smashed-in windows, chipped paint, overgrown foliage—trees creating a shroud, its very own darkness.

You exhaled shakily. Morpheus was inside. And the only reason you could come up with was that someone found out about you. Someone needed to get you away from your family with enough leverage to make you come alone. And they chose Morpheus. The man your parents knew of, but not who he was. You weren’t sure if it was sheer luck or pure coincidence.

You kept him hidden too long, and now look what’s happened.

You should’ve been more careful. People were always trying to hurt your parents, hurt you, but you were all strong. Morpheus was innocent in all of this, and you were going to make sure whatever asshole took him would be sent straight to prison.

It was that thought that made you kick in the door, charging into something you never expected.

“Morpheus?”

He stood as he always did, calm and collected—unbothered even—with five men unconscious at his feet.

His head tilted almost imperceptively. “Darling?”

“What happened?” you asked, spotting the chalk-drawn runes.

Walking along the circle, you recognized most of them. Entrapment, weakening, barriers, and one that you’d never seen. You were so wrapped up in deciphering it that you hadn’t realized he never answered you.

“Morpheus?” You furrowed your brow, and he avoided your gaze.

“I must confess an error.” He spoke softly, almost...ashamed?

You slowly stepped closer. “What are you talking about? Are you alright?”

That seemed to make his shoulders drop more.

“I am unharmed, but I fear my misjudgement will...effect us.”

“You can tell me anything,” you urged, fingers brushing his forearm.

“I—” He stopped himself, eyes pleading with you. “I have not been truthful, and it has endangered you.” He glanced to the men. “They wanted to use you to manipulate me.”

Your features pinched. Why on Earth would they want to control Morpheus? And why did he think these people were after him and not you?

You shook your head. “This isn’t your fault. They wanted me.”

You moved to the runes again, missing the confusion passing over his face.

“These are symbols meant to draw in magic. They wanted to trap someone here.” You stopped at the one you couldn’t place. “I’m not sure what they were doing with this one, though.”

“They made a mistake. It means nothing.”

You scanned it.

He was right. It was almost like the men smashed two runes together. It was completely useless.

...But how did Morpheus know that?

The question was on the tip of your tongue when he interupted.

“I am Morpheus, Dream of the Endless.”

You blinked. “What?”

He stepped toward you, slowly, as if afraid you’d run from him.

“I am not human...am I to think the same for you?” His eyes lit trails over your body even in his investigation.

You nodded, everything piecing its way together.

“So, wait. You’re saying that you were the target, and that they wanted me as bait?” you asked. It wasn’t anything completely new. Your mothers had security all over you until you came into your power. “How did you get to them before they got to me?”

“Their dreams. One fell asleep here and showed me what they wished to do,” he said, head down.

His fingers slipped into your hand, a point of connection he seemed to need.

“My deepest apologies, dear one.”

Your brow furrowed. “Why are you apologizing?”

His thumb grazed over the back of your hand. “I was late for our meeting.”

Your smile started small, then grew until you were giggling. His eyebrows twitched, but the uptick of his lips was all you saw before you threw your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

His hands settled at your waist as he returned it.

“That’s what you’re worried about,” you mumbled into his lips. “I think—” kiss “—I can—” kiss “—forgive you.”

He cupped your cheeks, gliding his nose against yours.

“How very generous.”

The last bit of your giggling escaped, gripping his coat.

“You have not told me who you are,” he said, eyes locked.

You hummed, then gave him one last kiss. “I think it’s best if you get everything all at once.”

Gripping his hand, you were about to walk out of the barn when his firm hold stopped you.

“I believe I have a faster way.”

---

“Wait. So, you thought he was the bait for you, and he thought you were the bait for him?” Aunt Alex asked, waving her fork between you and Morpheus.

You nodded. “I think he was more surprised than me.”

He gazed at you fondly. “I have never been more pleased to learn a secret that had been kept from me.”

“Oh?” Lena asked. “Why’s that?”

“She is protected even if I can not come to her aid.”

Kare “awwed” as she brought in two pans of food with Aunt Kelly carrying a large bowl.

You rolled your eyes, fighting a smile.

“Trust me,” Kelly started. “Even if she wasn’t powered, she has an entire legion behind her.”

Morpheus gripped your hand beneath the table. You glanced to him, then caught Kara’s eyes, a knowing look as she turned to your boyfriend. Your cheeks warmed when you realized she wasn’t wearing her glasses.

“We’ll have to introduce you to everyone one day,” Kara said. “Since we’ll be seeing more of you.”

Your jaw relaxed as you caught it just before it opened. She wasn’t wrong, but you didn’t think she’d be so bold.

Morpheus gave your hand a light squeeze. “It would be an honor.”

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chaotic-super · 11 months

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The Vampire Woman - 20

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Kara looks just about ready to collapse and Lena is worried. She hasn’t answered her question on what she was doing trying to drink the few drops of blood left in the blood bag Lena just devoured and she’s just silently swaying where she stands, her hands reaching out behind her to find the top of the island so she can lean against it.

“Kara, what’s going on? Are you ok?” Lena’s voice softens from the previous harsh tone, her shock and anger being pushed aside by her worry. “Kara, you don’t look so good.”

Her eyes are unfocused and she’s sweating. A literal bead of sweat drips down the side of her face for Lena’s eyes to track the path of, afraid to even touch her because she looks so delicate.

Kara backs up even further until her spine is pressed firmly to the counter and at that point, Lena moves one of the stools closer to her and directs her to take a seat. “Kara, come on, sit down.”

There’s no hesitation, Kara does as she’s told, albeit very slowly, so slowly that Lena only worries more. “I just want to help you, Kara. You can’t drink blood, that’s what vampires…do.” Lena pauses partway through her sentence, coming to the realisation that just because Kara is still mostly human, she still has vampire tendencies too, meaning that she likely has to drink blood along with eating food, she has to fuel both sets of her DNA and that’s probably why she’s ill now, she’s only been feeding her human half.

There’s no real reaction to anything she’s saying because from the look of things, Kara is struggling just to keep her eyes open, the fatigue too much for her. Lena stays close to her side, careful to not take her eyes off Kara just in case she slips and falls.

If she’s right about Kara needing blood to feed her vampire side then she needs to get her some but it’s strange. Kara has been eating normally for a human and hasn’t shown any signs of aggression or violence the way Lena does when she’s starving, she’s got no outward desire to hunt and that’s something she needs to delve deeper into with Kara. For now though, they need to get to her lab so they can test Kara, they can’t just have her drinking blood if it turns out she’s wrong, they need to test her cells against blood deprived cells of a vampire. The only problem with that is the fact that she can’t test herself because she’s just had a blood bag so she’s got to call in a favour or two.

“Let’s get you somewhere comfier, huh?” Lena carefully wraps her arms around Kara’s waist, nervous about getting too close for comfort but seeing that it’s necessary for Kara’s safety. “The couch looks good, let’s go over there.”

Kara is malleable and easy to encourage movement in but it has downsides, Lena has to keep a tight grip on her waist to keep her legs from crumpling beneath her and she has to plan out each and every step because Kara’s feet are barely moving forward and when they do, it’s at an unreliable pace and it makes it impossible for Lena to judge where they will land each time so she has to be extra vigilant to make sure she doesn’t step on them.

Kara isn’t much help but Lena at least has the clarity to understand that she isn’t doing it on purpose, she’s become weak and her health has taken a rapid decline that she can’t control. The rate of the decline is what scares Lena the most though. She watched the footage of Kara coming into the apartment and waving to the camera, she seemed fine, but then she goes to sleep and then she is somehow this bad. She needs to figure out how to help her safely and quickly.

She drops Kara onto the couch, helping her lie down with her head resting on a cushion, propped up the slightest bit. She then covers her with a blanket and goes to fetch Kara some water. Kara’s eyes are barely open when she gets back to her just moments later and she has to gently cradle the back of her head to help her drink the water, something Kara eagerly does, her throat dry and uncomfortable, scratchy even.

“That’s it, just take it slow.” Lena encourages her to drink as much as she can. “I’m going to call your sister for you, ok?”

“Ok.” Kara mumbles. “Lena, I don’t feel good.”

“I can’t imagine you do.”

Lena tucks the blanket tighter around Kara before she stands so she can call Alex. The phone call is quick, an urgency to her words stopping Alex from prolonging it in favour of heading right over to get to Kara. Lena calls Jess too, it’s becoming quite apparent that Jess and Kara have become good friends and she’d probably be yelled at for a week straight if she didn’t let her know what’s going on.

As soon as the calls have been made, Lena is sitting at Kara’s side, perched on the floor beside her, testing her temperature with a cool hand and watching her chest rise and fall with steady breaths, the only thing keeping her from becoming too worried. If her breathing changes, she might just end up having a panic attack or two though because it’s the only tangible thing keeping her sane.

It’s strange, Lena acknowledges, how this is one of the only times since she turned that she’s actually felt emotions this strong, this kind of fear.

She’s spent so long being shut off from the world, only developing surface relations, careful to never give too much away and always on the outside that now she’s unwittingly found herself in a situation that is the polar opposite of that, she feels completely out of her depth and she’s forced to reach out for help where she’s never had to do that before, she’s always been able to solve her own issues but now she’s realizing that she doesn’t have to take everything on alone. The only person she’s ever relied on is Jess and that was only ever trivial things so this is a whole new ball game and she’s finding that while it’s frightening, she doesn’t mind playing too much.

At the very least, Kara seems to be aware of her presence, her head tilted towards her and her lips making shapes of words she doesn’t have the energy to mutter. Lena watches, attempting the make sense of it and wishing that over the past few centuries, she had devoted time to learning how to lip read.

“Don’t try to talk, Kara. Just save your energy, you’re going to need it.” Lena mutters to her, debating whether or not to get her another blanket.

She doesn’t get her another blanket, she does stay beside her until Alex and Jess arrive though, not standing from her spot until she hears hurried knocking from the door and even then, she leads both Alex and Jess right over to Kara and then places herself back down in the spot that never had the chance to cool.

“Lena, what happened?” Alex chases her down to Kara’s side, her hands immediately cupping Kara’s face.

Lena shrugs. “She was fine when she was at L-Corp and she seemed alright when she got here based on the footage but then she went to sleep and has been like this since.”

“Something must be happening; we have to get her to the lab.”

“That’s not all.” Lena breathes.

Both Jess and Alex look tired, probably because of the never-ending amount of bad shit that keeps happening to them. Jess clears her throat. “What is it?”

“I left my blood bag on the counter when I was done with it, I found her trying to drink the few drops left in the bottom of it. I managed to stop her in time but I’m starting to wonder if this is happening because she’s only been feeding her human side, not her vampire side.”

“How do we figure that out?”

“We have to compare her cells to that of a starving vampire and see if they are similar, if they are then we know she needs to add blood into her diet and if not, then I have no clue how to help her.”

Alex shakes her head, her fingers pressing into Kara’s cheeks like she’s hoping to somehow transfer all of her energy and warmth into her sister to heal her. “So our problems are that it’s daytime so we have to try and figure out how to get you back to L-Corp and we have to find a hungry vampire, if you just ate then it can’t be you.”

“That’s right. I have someone I can call but if they say yes, you can’t be there when they come by because a hungry vampire and two humans are not a good mix. We can’t do anything until nightfall, if my… acquaintance, is willing to make the trip, they won’t come until nightfall anyway, we just have to keep her stable until then but her heartrate is strong, it seems as though the main issue is her energy levels.”

“I can see that.” Alex watches Kara’s eyelids flutter. “Hey, you.”

“Alex?”

“Yeah, it’s me.” Kara wrestles her hand free from beneath the blanket and reaches out towards her sister and Alex meets her halfway, their hands clasping when they meet. Alex tucks the blanket back down where Kara’s movements pushed it away and whispers to her. “We’re going to help you, don’t worry. Lena’s going to call someone and we’re going to get you back to L-Corp and everything will be alright. You just rest, ok?”

Kara has never heard sweeter words. She’s more than happy to just sit and rest while everyone else does the work, she’s desperate for sleep and is ecstatic to go back to the land of the dreamers, even if her sleep is a little restless at times. “Ok.”

Jess feels completely useless, she’s just standing off the side and trying not to get in the way of Alex getting to Kara since she knows that as much as she wants to be beside Kara to make sure she’s alright, Alex is a better fit for the situation, Kara will want Alex.

As Kara settles back down and closes her eyes once more, the three of them back away from her, still watching her out of the corner of their eyes, worried something else will go wrong but not wanting to stand right over her when she’s trying to rest.

Lena takes them into the kitchen where she promptly leaves them to go and make a couple of phone calls she’d really rather not make.

Alex and Jess are just casually pacing around the island, both walking in the same direction in their loop so they never overlap as they try to come up with solutions and reasons for things they have no idea about and that’s how Lena finds them when she gets back.

“I’m not even going to ask. I just made some calls and thanks to the shortage of blood, we’re going to have two hungry vampires over at L-Corp tonight. They are going to head over as soon as it’s safe to do so and we have to make sure that we’re ready for them because they are not too happy to be our test subjects and they have very short fuses so one wrong word and they are gone. We should head over to L-Corp before nightfall and get things sorted and then you two need to head out and lay low because it’s not safe for you there while they are there.”

Alex is not about to let her baby sister, the one that is currently in really bad shape, be alone in a room with several vampires, even if Lena is one of those vampires and she trusts her now. “I’m staying. I’m not leaving her side.”

“Same goes for me. We’re in this together. I’m not leaving.”

“You could get hurt, especially where starving vampires are involved. Like me, they buy blood bags but you saw what happened to me when I was starving, that could very easily happen to them, even if they don’t want that to happen.”

Jess nods. “Alright, so we’ll stay in the safe room off the lab, we’ll be close and you know we’ll be safe.”

Lena blinks. “Oh, that’s not too bad of an idea.”

“I know, I am capable of some intellectual thoughts every now and again.” Jess smiles. “The question now is about how we get to the lab now when it’s light out.”

“That’s simple, I’ll simply get Frank to come here and then I’ll just have to make a break for it and run as fast as I can to the car. It’s not the most dignified method of getting from point A to point B but it will have to do.”

Jess frowns and frowns hard. “That’ll hurt you.”

“Like a bitch.” Lena agrees. “Not as much as it will hurt Kara if we prioritise the wrong things and don’t get her the help she needs. Within a few minutes of being out of the sun, I’ll be right as rain. Even better if I can cover a good portion of my skin on the way out.”

Alex doesn’t know how to nicely portray that while she doesn’t want Lena to be in pain, she’d happily throw her out into the middle of the street on a sunny day if it means that Kara gets help so she keeps her mouth shut, letting Lena and Jess make the plan and standing there witnessing it going down.

Jess manages to convince Lena to cover up really well before running outside, that’s all Alex is taking in, her focus on her sister, whose chest is still rising and falling in a steady rhythm, a good sign if there ever was one.

Lena and Jess don’t push her to talk or even acknowledge the fact that she’s not looking anywhere other than her sister. After a while, she decides to move back to the living room and steadies herself into one of the chairs beside the couch, settling down to sit there for however long she needs to be there.

She doesn’t move when Lena and Jess start planning out the tests they need to do and she doesn’t move through two offered cups of coffee, both of which she declines so she can avoid as many bathroom breaks as she possibly can.

“Hey.” Lena walks around the back of her chair and leans close to her ear to mumble. “Frank is going to come by in a couple of hours. We don’t need to go just yet, we’d just be moving Kara to somewhere more uncomfortable when we don’t need to if we go sooner than that. Why don’t you go and get a drink and something to eat and I’ll sit with her in the meantime?”

“I’m good for a while longer,” Alex murmurs back to her.

“I’ll take a drink.” Kara’s sleepy voice cuts through the room, silencing all of them as they lean in closer to her groggy form.

Alex is out of the chair on her knees at Kara’s side in two seconds flat and gently stroking her cheek. “Kara, open your eyes for me.”

They all see the struggle that overtakes Kara as she tries her best but she does manage it, her eyes sensitive to the light until she blinks away the discomfort.

“Good job, now, what do you want to drink? Tea? Coffee? Water?” Alex offers despite not knowing what Lena actually has in her apartment, she’ll head to any store Kara wants as long as it means she’s being cared for. Her sister is the most important person in her life and she’ll do anything for her, even if she does enjoy lightly bullying her from time to time, certainly not when she’s in bad shape though, only when she’s having a good day that Alex can ruin because it’s against sibling code to let her sister have a good day if she can help it.

“Throat hurts.” Kara whimpers in lieu of deciding.

“I have some honey tea that might help with that.” Lena offers but she knows it won’t help. Her own throat gets dry and scratchy when she hasn’t had blood in a while. She’s not sure exactly how it works but she knows that with each new bit of information she’s learning about Kara, it looks like they are going to have to adapt her diet and not for the better.

Alex answers for Kara. “That sounds good, get her that.”

Lena is halfway to the kitchen when another sound brings them all to silence, this one being Kara’s stomach rumbling.

“Get her something to eat too,” Alex demands.

“I don’t want—” Kara goes to argue.

“You’re sick and you’re weak. I’ll force-feed you if I have to so it’s better if you just eat whatever we put in front of you and say thank you like the well-mannered woman mom raised you to be.”

“She clearly didn’t raise you to be well-mannered, meanie.” Kara croaks, forcing her tired limbs to help her sit up, something Alex realizes she’s got to help with after just a moment.

Alex shuffles her into place, stacking cushions around her to keep her upright. “Shut up, you. Let’s just focus on getting you better.”

Kara doesn’t fight her. She’s still exhausted, her body longing for rest she knows she doesn’t need since she’s been asleep for so long already and she’s desperately thirsty. Just waiting for Lena feels like waiting a lifetime.

Alex has a tight grip on her hand, one bordering on painful as her fingernails dig into her skin without her realizing and Kara’s not pointing it out because it’s the perfect distraction for her, exactly what she needs to take her mind off of the several horrible feelings circling around her body at the minute, very few of them easily identifiable because her body is a mixture of achy and numb.

Lena finishes the tea first whilst leaving Jess in the kitchen working on getting her something to eat, some tinned soup and some sandwiches from the looks of things.

“Here, it’s hot so take it slow. I brought you more water too in the meantime.”

“Thanks.” Kara forces out, happily taking the water, her hand shaking as she does so, making it a hard task getting the glass to her mouth. Taking notice of that fact, Lena gently covers Kara’s hand and helps to guide it to her mouth.

Kara’s cheeks flush, not liking how weak she is and terrified too because it was just yesterday she was being passive-aggressive towards Frank and having no issues packing her things up and now she’s lying on the couch barely able to so much as take a drink without help.

Jess speed-walks over with the tray of food, her steps hurried but her hands steady as she makes a conscious effort not to spill anything anywhere. “Here we go, try to eat something, Kara. It’s not pizza but it should make you feel a little bit better.”

Kara forces her lips up into a smile, appreciating the call back to when she was being annoying and purposefully asked for pizza after she donated her blood to Lena. “Thanks, Jess.”

“You’re welcome.” Jess places the tray on Kara’s lap, Alex helping to keep it steady when it lands, and then tucks a strand of Kara’s hair back behind her ear. “I’ll go find you a hair tie so you don’t get soup in your hair.”

“In the bathroom, I have some in a dish beside the mirror, they are easy to spot.” Lena directs her, not bothering with any further instructions because Jess has been here so many times picking things up for her that she knows the layout well, maybe even better than Lena herself.

Alex and Lena aren’t letting Kara take a moment before they are practically throwing the sandwiches at her, Alex literally lifting one of them up to her lips for her before Kara snatches it out of her hand and she takes a small bite to placate them. She chews slowly and swallows harshly, struggling to get it down her sore throat but once she does, she’s suddenly all too aware of how hungry she was and instantly takes another bite, one that’s much bigger this time.

She talks around her half-chewed bite. “Are you two just going to stare at me while I’m eating?”

“Probably.” Alex deadpans and then recoils when Kara opens her mouth and lets her take a good look at the mush in her mouth, a truly revolting sight. “You’re gross.”

Kara nods, agreeing and shoves more of the sandwich into her mouth, before dropping the rest of it onto the plate so she can go for the soup next.

There’s mild amusement and a whole bunch of relief in Alex’s eyes at the sight of Kara digging into the food so ravenously and it soothes her nerves enough that she moves from where she was kneeling to head for a chair, Lena doing the same with the other chair.

Jess marches back in, hair tie perched between a finger and thumb triumphantly. “I got one…oh, you’re really going at that.” She looks slightly horrified at the speed at which Kara is consuming the food. “Do I need to make more sandwiches?”

“Yes please.” It comes out muffled but Jess definitely gets the message and heads for the kitchen, handing Kara the hair tie before she goes, which Kara just slips onto her wrist and promptly ignores the existence of.

Somehow, they have all been sitting around for going on a half hour and Kara hasn’t slowed her intake of food at all. It’s worrying in a totally different way than before.

“Kara, are you full yet?” Alex asks, tired of seeing Kara stuffing her face with the third set of sandwiches Jess has made her.

Kara shakes her head. “No, I’m starving.”

Lena presses her lips together nervously. “How’s your throat? Any better?”

“A little.” Kara shrugs. “I’m not as tired now though.”

“That’s good. Do you think you’ll be able to walk down to the car?”

“Yeah, probably. It helps there’s an elevator, I probably couldn’t manage the stairs right now, my legs feel a little bit like jelly but I’m feeling much better for having something to eat.”

“Interesting.” Lena tilts her head, watching Kara even more closely.

Kara’s eyebrows scrunch. “What’s interesting?”

“You. Your human appetite and your vampire appetite are linked somewhat, I can tell. You’re managing to quench your vampire thirst for blood by eating so much food but not to the extent of fully regaining your strength. That’s on top of how long it has taken you to actually have an appetite for blood. It’s taken you a while to get to this point but it came on fast, your body doesn’t give you the same warnings it does to full vampires.”

“So this is a weird hybrid thing?”

Lena finds herself nodding slowly. “It looks like it. I obviously can’t confirm anything just yet, not until we’ve got you in for some tests but it’s looking like it’s something we can probably figure out a way to get a handle on your body’s reactions and how to prevent situations like this in the future.”

“Do you think I’ll need to drink blood?”

Lena hesitates. Drinking blood isn’t something she wants Kara to have to do but it’s looking like there aren’t going to be any other options. “I think so but we’ll see what happens with the test results.”

“Right.” Kara eats her feelings away with another bite of her food, continuing to shovel it into her mouth and chewing away, her stomach feeling dreadfully empty even though she knows she’s eating a lot.

The three women looking after her take it in turns grabbing her more food every now and again, all of them completely astonished by the vast amount she’s managing to put away and only refuse when they know they have to start getting ready to leave for L-Corp.

Lena is escorted to her bedroom by Jess, who rifles through her closet to try and find her some clothes that will cover up as much of her skin as possible to try and reduce the pain she’s going to be in making a run for the car.

Jess hands her several layers of clothes and Lena just takes them with an eye roll. She knows she’s not wearing all of these, there are way too many and she’ll only be out there for a few seconds so she’ll probably be fine. Most likely. It’s a high possibility. Like fifty-fifty chance. Alright, she’ll wear the clothes.

“Thank you for the help, Jess.”

“Not at all. I’m going to make sure you’re in the best condition possible by the time we get you across town. Shall I check with Frank and see where he is?”

“Yes please, I’ll start getting changed into every item of clothes in my closet, I guess.”

“Please do.”

Alex is working on getting Kara ready in the meantime, helping her into her room and then sitting her on the bed so she can slowly manoeuvre herself into fresh sweatpants, her back turned but staying in the room in case Kara manages to get herself into a pickle. “You good?”

“I’m good. Almost done. Can you take me to brush my teeth after?”

Alex answers. “Yeah, I’ll grab you a stool from the kitchen so you can sit while you brush them.”

Kara expects her to just go and get it but she doesn’t move and it becomes obvious that Alex is waiting for her to finish first so she’s not left in a dangerous situation, if getting dressed counts as a dangerous situation, that is.

“Done.”

Alex turns, checking on her and then nodding when she’s certain Kara hasn’t managed to choke herself out with her pants or something. She takes a couple of strides towards her before planting her palm in the middle of Kara’s chest, shoving her until she falls back on the bed in more of a lying position, her legs dangling off the edge.

“Oof.”

“Stay there and relax, I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Relax? You just assaulted me.”

“Dramatic.” Alex tuts, striding away.

Lena holds Kara up on one side and Alex on the other, each with their arms wrapped around her waist so that when they walk through the lobby, they just look like they are walking together rather than holding up a woman that walked through there perfectly fine just the day before.

Jess leads the way, checking that Frank is just outside the building as he informed them he would be. The car is waiting for them. Jess has them wait at the door and rushes to get the car door open so Lena can just dive right in.

She heads back over to them and swaps places with Lena, taking Kara’s side and the three of them make their way to the car, Kara being tossed inside with as much care as they can manage given the awkward stoop they have to do to get inside.

Once they are inside, Lena takes a deep breath and goes for it, her strides long and her stubbornness active in full force as she practically leaps into the car, her skin burning from each millisecond she spent in the sun.

She lands on the floor, her hands coming up to touch the burning skin of her face as she cries out. “Fuck!”

“Lena?” Kara goes to lean forward in her seat but can’t because of the seatbelt strapped across her and Alex’s arm holding her back.

Lena writhes for a moment more, her eyes pressed tightly shut and every muscle in her body held tight, the tension making her ache just as much as she’s burning. She keeps her face aimed towards the ground because she can’t bear to see the worried faces she can tell are surrounding her.

It takes several minutes for her to get her breath back. She was only in the sun for a few seconds but it was much longer than she’s spent out there in years. The two seconds she was out there whilst making Kara test her powers before was enough to rattle her so the ten seconds of running to the car were a lot more than she would usually ever allow herself to try and handle.

It seems worse because she knows she’s got to do the same thing again to get out of the car but it won’t be as bad because Frank will pull up right beside the side door of L-Corp and she’ll get inside much faster and have the chance to recover where she’s not in the field of vision of people counting on her.

By the time she’s composed herself, they are over halfway there and at that point, she heaves herself up into one of the spare seats, puts on her seatbelt and stares out of the window so she doesn’t have to look anyone in the eyes.

She might have been the one to offer to do what she did but that doesn’t mean she fully thought through the consequences of her actions. She knew it would hurt but she forgot that she wouldn’t have anywhere to hide when she was handling the pain, that she has to be on show for them to see her in a rare vulnerable moment.

She can feel the eyes of all of the other women on the side of her head but she’s determined not to look, not to see their faces now they have seen how weak she is when she’s exposed to sunlight, her greatest enemy, one she can’t fight.

Lena feels their stares all the way to L-Corp and she knows they see her for her weakness now because the moment the car pulls up, Alex tugs off her coat and holds it in her hands. “I’m going to run with you and try to block some of the light.”

All she manages is a nod. They think she’s weak, she’ll just look weaker if she fights and lets herself be reduced back to the state she was just in, it’s better to let Alex try and shield her. “Ok, get Kara inside first though.”

“Will do.”

Alex and Jess take an arm each, leading Kara just inside the door. Lena surveys Kara’s footsteps, making a mental note that she’s doing a thousand times better than when she had to pretty much drag her across the floor before because she was so weak. It does make her feel a little better in a selfish kind of way that Kara is weaker than her, that she’s worse off in this situation, because it means she’s not the weakest link in the bunch, she’s not the one everyone will pity, Kara has taken that role off her hands, shielding her from the full effects of being someone with a major flaw.

Alex comes back for her just seconds after Lena sees them disappear inside the door, her hands fidgeting with her coat to find the best way to hold it up for her. “Ok, Ms Luthor. Ready to make a break for it?”

“Yep.” Lena clambers to the door and on her way out, rests her palm against Alex’s spine, pushing her forward so they stay together on their sprint. There’s less pain this time because of the cover but there are still several places on her body that are screaming in agony but this time, Lena has the chance to dart around the corner and take the time to breathe without anyone watching her.

Jess and Alex don’t wait for her, they can see Kara once again losing her energy, she’s relying on them a little more with each step she takes and her breathing is getting heavier with the effort she’s putting into walking so they just head right for the lab. Lena can catch up soon enough anyway.

They put her on the bed down there, the one that might as well be reserved for her at this point. “Just relax, Kara,” Jess instructs and immediately starts getting the equipment they need ready, Alex helping where she can too.

Lena joins them not long after and she does so with her façade firmly in place, the one that screams power, so much so that if they didn’t know better, they would assume that she wasn’t just rolling around in pain on the floor of a car.

“Alright, we only have so much time so let’s get what tests we need done ready now and then I can get started right away when our guests of honour arrive.”

Alex looks up from what she’s doing. “Who are these people anyway?”

“Old friends.”

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thatonebirdwrites · 4 months

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This chapter is a gift to y'all. Fluff for the holidays sprinkled with Nia's mischief. I wove it as a reflection Kara is having at the end of the day, so we get to see some of the events of Confession from Kara's perspective and conversations she's had to try to sort out how to talk to Lena about her feelings. Plus you get to see cute fluff of their quiet day of exploration of the area around Doolin, Ireland. Enjoy!

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Kara did not understand human courtship. For one, the immense amount of rules had her baffled. For each rule she thought she’d gotten a handle on, two more appeared. How did humans keep track of it all?

She stood on the top of a hill in Ireland, her back to her friends, while she watched the sunset and pondered how to go about trying to court Lena properly. She’d been thinking about it all day, especially after Nia had hinted strongly Kara's interest in it to Lena herself. That was mortifying! Yet, Lena handled it with grace like always.

Kara wanted this day to be a happy memory for Lena, to give her hope, especially after such a stressful morning. Each activity they did, Nia and her had carefully planned in hopes of easing Lena's stress.

Kara found herself reviewing the day. She wished she'd been brave enough to ask for clarification for what Lena had meant when she said she needed to ‘take it slow a little longer.’

When she had been with Mon-el, it had been a miserable ordeal, but he’d also directly stated he wanted to date her. He’d treated her badly again and again, never listening to her, and she kept having to clean up his mess. During her Krypton education, she had to study a lot of alien planets, including the sister world of Daxam, so Mon-el’s behaviors had made sense. Humans not so much.

If she had been honest with herself, it had never been Mon-el she’d wanted. It wasn’t until Lena had resurrected her that all the pieces of a very confusing puzzle shifted into perfect clarity. She’d been in love with Lena this entire time, every since she’d first set eyes on her that day in her office with her cousin. All the times she’d rushed to save Lena, to keep her safe, to support her, to be present in whatever way she could?

That wasn’t best friend behavior, that was more than best friend behavior. It had taken the agony of her death eclipsed by the intense warmth of her resurrection for her to finally understand:

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Kara was listening to every syllable, every hesitant pause, the flittering heartbeats, the gently rushing of blood high on Lena's cheeks, even the bit about 'science.' And yet all she wanted to say was that it had nothing to do with science, but everything to do with Lena's spirit.

The admiration in Kara's eyes is wondrous to behold and those feelings in Lena's heart stir, magic still rushing beneath her skin. A need arises to close that distance, but she resists, uncertainty rooting her to the spot as she smiles at Kara.

"I thought about protecting you."

“I could hear.”

It may be the worst time for this kind of decision, but she is done with denial. Her senses are swirling with Lena's presence, love, and magic. Resistance is how they’d been torn asunder. But she is here and Lena is so open and- Kara gently floats closer.

"I wasn't sure if my magic would work." Lena admits, a slight waver in her voice as her fingers twist together. Kara's closeness emboldens her and she reaches out with trembling hands. "I don't know what we," she pauses, let's out a breath, "what I would have done if it hadn't."

Kara relaxes into the sensation of Lena’s palms meddling against the glyph of her household. “I have never been fearful ever,” Kara murmurs, her lips resting against Lena’s forehead. “I knew, I know...I've never doubted your abilities. I never will.” She hears Lena's heart stop.

"Your trust means everything to me," Lena whispers and the way that Kara's eyes soften with affection leaves her breathless beneath her arduous stare. That magic still humming at her fingertips rustles like a restless lion and she doesn't notice the way her hands glow with it.

A kaleidoscope. Spinning clarity, vivid patches, everything from Lena’s breath to the magic Kara senses flowing ardently in her cells. She can’t hold back the purr that grows in her own chest, something wild in her ravenous. Cocooning Lena in her arms, she shifts so their lips–

are inches apart, until they're almost breathing the same air. The way that Kara holds her is bold, wanting, and Lena wants, oh, she wants so fervently her heart aches. She spares a thought for the Team scattered within the Tower, that anyone could walk in at any moment and yet…

Kara kept them heatedly sculptured together. Only their lips untouched-Kara flowed them into one another, softly, perfectly, as if every atom, every star, every rasp, every chisel stroke of their lives has been a tidal wave waiting for the crest from this initial sealing of lips.

Lena's hands move to frame Kara's face and she moves in, slowly, pressing a chaste kiss to Kara's sun-kissed cheek. A soft breath shudders past Kara's lips, the sound making Lena weak in the knees and she's just about to do it again when the doors to the room abruptly burst open.

Kara’s every fiber had been tuned to her favorite radio station, Lena. Alas, she’d heard Brainy’s deft footfall all the same. Pulling away from Lena felt like falling into a sink hole of Kryptonite, but she did. Wanting their whisper soft reconstitution to be private and freeing.

Lena's reflexes slowed, and by the time she realizes they've been interrupted, Kara has already taken a respectable step back. It takes everything to orient herself, to prevent her body from swaying readily into Kara and she drops her hands, trying to calm her frantic heartbeat.

Kara’s grip is so hard on the medical bed that she crinkles the lip into a razor thin line.

“We think we’ve solved the puzzle of how to utilize the totem's energy.” Brainy met her eyes, clearly not aware of her and Lena’s frenzied heartbeats and the fiery moment they'd shared.

It takes a few seconds for Lena to register Brainy's words and note the quivering pulse of magic jumping at her fingertips in direct protest to the distance once again separating her and Kara. But she clears her throat, finally turning to him and the moment regrettably slips away.

It had been a busy, but successful day. Yet Kara was vibrating with a restless energy, it had been happening more frequently since her return from the Vrrosh Dokhahsh [Phantom Zone], as if her psyche had finally woken up. So here she was sitting on the tallest building in National City gazing at the stars. She had been urvish [calm, tranquil] of late, regardless of restlessness and the totem chaos. She knew this had to do with a certain pair of eyes, a specific heartbeat, a delectable pair of lips she had yet to taste with her own. The totality of what her shesur [soul] yearned for was right there.

A sweet breeze fluttered under her cape as she watched the play of twinkling stars in the ehsh [sky]. This was her zhgehv [planet] now and she had just as much right to thrive as any other zhehiod [being, living thing]. She focused her vision and watched the Aurora Borealis dancing in the distance and then she was in the air.

Directing the totem exhausts Lena and she's lovingly coerced into going home. But being back in the penthouse is strange. The walls are bland, the rooms too clinical. There's an urge to go back to Kara, to her loft, to snuggle up beneath the soft worn blanket and await her return.

Instead, she fills her glass with a delicate amber wine and pads over to the balcony where she passes the time. As if summoned by thought, she sees her, an imposing figure high above the cityscape. There's a sharpness to her eyes and a regality to the way she holds herself as she draws near, a goddess among mortals. But the sharpness in her softens, and those otherworldly eyes hold Lena spellbound as she floats closer till she's suspended in the airspace next to the balcony.

"Supergirl." The name bursts from her lips with a reverence that makes Lena flush.

Kara lets her senses unfurl as she flies toward the one place her shesur [soul] desires. Letting go can be overwhelming, other times, like tonight, it is a canvas filled with all the colors of a palette, working in harmony. It suffuses Kara, her cape dancing in tandem on the breeze.

Her entire being seems to know what this flight means. She is the knight errant heading home - it is fitting. It is the most right she has felt since Krypton exploded before her eyes. Tuning in, she feels the magic gently flowing under Lena's skin, hears the cadence of her heart, gazes at her bent tiredly upon the railing of her balcony, then Lena catches her eye. Suddenly, her being softens, eyes never leaving Lena's, now, she understands why Krypton means 'Our Land' that is what swimming in Lena's ehl ehshov [star blue green] eyes is -her land, her haven.

Something clicks gently into place. Kara’s powers naturally focus on Lena in a way they have never before. Every part of her inside and out from her Kryptonian soul guided by Rao [Kryptonian main deity] and the Girod [Kryptonian virtues] to her yellow sun imbued body to her dhrroshium [refugee] Kara Danvers zhehiod [being], fused together.

"Ms. Luthor." Kara replies, a soft chuckle leaving her lips though her entire body is taut, purposeful.

Stillness. Jev. [Happiness ; Joy] Urvish [Peace; Harmony; Calm]. That is what swirls on the wind, what dances on the light in their eyes, as their souls sing to one another. Kara gently floats over the railing, never stopping, Lena turns completely in sync. Wildness throbs through Kara’s body. She can taste the echo radiating from Lena. She wraps around Lena like clouds do a mountain and finally their lips are bound. Kara has never felt such uchahvia [synergy].

Lena inhales a sharp breath, Kara's mouth a warm welcoming heat as her hands desperately curl around her neck, sliding over the smooth material of the supersuit and into silky blonde curls. Her magic reacts unprompted, a sensation rising against her palms to tease at Kara's skin.

Suddenly those emotions in her heart are amplified, the intensity of her yearning reflected in the warm wet heat of Kara's mouth and the soft bow of her lips. It's a long awaited kiss, one that burns with the intensity of an imploding star as Kara's mouth parts above hers and Lena arches against her, releasing a short breath as their lips briefly disconnect. Since Kara came into her life she's been breaking down Lena's defenses, slipping so effortlessly into the pieces of her until she'd made her home there: like she was always meant to be there.

And Lena loves her, the words she's long since held back wanting to rush to Kara, to spill out in the air around them.

"Kara," Lena breathes into her lips, drawing her down again for a wet, open kiss. The kiss turns desperate, needy and Lena's heart flutters, a shiver rushing through her as those white wisps at her fingers flutter and tangle in Kara's hair.

It draws a smile to Kara's lips, one that Lena feels mirrored on her own. And she can't help that her heart belongs to this woman, this woman who had been flung across the cosmos and into her arms.

Kara didn’t need to breathe much, but she wanted to devour the scent and taste of Lena into her being for eternity. Every atom of her body was awakened, yearning to savor every beauteous curve of Lena's body, her hands already ardently caressing her hips, her back, further still.

Only fleeting moments of light have broken up the dark boulders of her shesur [soul]. But hearing the wild, deep moans Lena is releasing, her powers tangled in the strands of Kara’s hair, her stepping onto Kara’s boots to weave the molten heat of their lips and tongues even closer.

Kara feels frenzied, her heat vision eyes blending with the magic pouring from Lena’s fingertips. Their heartbeats and moans storming across her senses. She wants to consume Lena’s body with her eyes, tongue; mark her with teeth and nails, piece by piece inhaling the only sounds and flavors she ever wants to know. She is tired of restraint, this kruvush [marvel] of a woman emboldens her. The aching canyon that has been her shesur [soul] somehow every single moment of its creation makes sense - it’s her - the cosmos knew it was her for Kara.

This fragile, strong, brave person is what her shesur [soul] always needed - it’s the warmth she has never felt, the light she never understood until their body’s ravenously had caught up to what their souls already knew. The heat of Lena’s thighs tightly wrapped around Kara’s waist as she floats, no space between them, they are one.

Kara gently cups her hands around Lena’s face, bringing her impossibly closer, exposing her shesur [soul], for the first time, she pours the words into Lena’s mouth, “Zhao w rrip, I love you. Nahn rrip w khap i ehrosh, you are my life.”

She hears a sob form in Lena's throat and bends forward with the sheer force of the emotions roiling through her. Kara tucks Lena firmly against her, wrapping them in her cape, and slowly takes them closer to the stars.The stars which she was hurled across to find her true zehdh [belonging, home].

Lena's heart is a fluttery mess, a vibration that lights her from the inside as Kara's lovely words brand themselves onto her soul. The kryptonese curling on her tongue is exquisite, and messy tears spill from Lena's eyes at the love that she can feel burning against her skin from Kara's every touch. She hadn't dared dream of being the one Kara would fall in love with. But now she's not sure how she could have missed this: the adoration and want tempering their every interaction. She clings tightly to Kara, lips trembling where they press against the underside of Kara's jaw as she closes her eyes.

"I love you too," the words pour out of her in sweet loving surrender. "I love you so much, Kara."

Her confession draws a shuddering breath from Kara's lips as they float higher in the sky and Kara holds her just a little tighter. Lena has never liked flying, never liked the swooping paralysis of nerves only eased by sedatives during flights. But Kara's strong arms hold her securely to the warmth of her body with National City as a sea of tiny dotted lights sprawling below. And she's not afraid.

Lena releases her tight hold on the woman, trembling hands shifting to frame Kara's face, pressing their foreheads together. The moon casts silvery light down upon them, making Kara's golden hair glow and her blue eyes shimmer and Lena falls just a little bit more in love as Kara leans in and kisses her.

It quickly morphs into something hot, heavy, and Lena can't help sighing Kara's name like a prayer to Rao himself. She shivers despite the cape keeping her in the cocoon of Kara's warm embrace as the vestiges of lust tease at the fluttery notes of love burning brightly in her chest, spilling from her lips into Kara's mouth in an approving moan as the kiss deepens and her body burns. Kara is all that she can feel, taste, touch, an all consuming mark branded onto Lena's quivering heart and Lena never wants to leave her side.

“Zhao [love],” Kara moans in the short bursts between their increasingly heated kisses. Zhao Zhao Zhao echoes through her zhor [heart] and shesur [soul] on a loop. Despite, or perhaps because of, the wild desire finally allowed to flare through her body; Kara has never felt closer to zhguzhor [imagination], to Rao.

Pausing, Kara nudges their foreheads together once more, her heart has never felt this rhythm, and then she gazes into Lena’s eyes, she loves, but, more so, she burns. She is a flame, a falling star, but with every heated touch, wild lick, and fervid caress she is sharpened.

It’s, as if, the only way to fully experience, fully connect with Rao was allowing herself to be both freed and marked by love. As she ardently suckles just under Lena’s chin she rolls them in the air so they are laid against one another as she flies them somewhere just for them.

Kara touches them down on a secluded rooftop across town, her arms searing around Lena’s waist, the edges of her eyes still aglow, their lips, barely apart.

“Where are we?” Lena asks absently, her hands secure on Kara’s glyph as she floats them toward a small case.

“I have a few of these around the country,” Kara kisses her deeply, fully.

Inside are a few essentials and Kara quickly unrolls a large sleeping bag. She holds out her hand, beckoning Lena near, and they are in one another’s arms again, lips dancing under the clear moonlit sky.

Hey everyone, thank you so much for reaching this far! This fic was inspired by the gifs above (credit to: @CSIRJen on twitter) and it was initially written on Twitter for today's Supercorp Sunday by @snowydragonscave (who wrote for Kara) and myself (I wrote for Lena). If you enjoyed it please let us know! And Happy Supercorp Sunday ❤ 💙

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ao3feed-supercorp · 10 months

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What If?

by casualsavant

What if I told you of each sacrifice I have placed near your walls? If I admitted how long I would lay siege against your objections, how I would pick off your fears one by one from the battlements and ramparts you have built?

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What if you knew the dream that circles my head? If you knew the trembling pinpoints of desire that surge through me even when I most want to hurt you, hurt you enough to need me, to want me. If you knew how much I would give, how much I have staked merely on the clarity of your eyes.

Kara and Lena wonder "What If..."

Words: 1883, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor

Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Nyxly does not exist, Kara Danvers Needs a Hug, Kara Danvers Gets a Hug, Lena Luthor Needs a Hug, Lena Luthor Gets a Hug, Angst with a Happy Ending

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caliphoria17 · 2 years

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the canadian dub

El Mayara, Lena says, and those are the words that crack something inside Kara’s chest wide open.

Lena’s hands are gentle against her shoulders, holding her steady as she starts to cry. Hey, hey it’s okay falls from her lips, and the crack in Kara’s chest widens, pushes at her ribcage, a deep crater of an ache. And it's there, stronger than ever—the desperate need for Lena to understand. It fills her bloodstream.

Because Lena means so much to her that sometimes she can’t breathe for it. Because Kara can’t stand living in a world where Lena doesn’t know that, even for a second.

“Of all the friends I have ever had,” Kara says, trying hard not to let her voice crack, “you have pushed me the most. Challenged me the most.” Made me laugh the most. Made me cry the most. Hated me the most. Loved me the most.

And Lena, sweet, beautiful, wonderful Lena, who she would go to hell and back for, essentially has, pulls her into a hug.

“You’ve made me a better person,” Lena whispers, her arms tight around Kara’s shoulders, her cheek pressed to Kara’s, and the words vibrate like music through Kara’s skin. “Thank you.”

There’s a weight in the pit of Kara’s stomach. One that she’s been carrying around for years, one that she’s gotten so used to the feel of that she’s forgotten at times that it was there. Forgot it was there until she was drowning and it was pulling her down down deep. Now, with Lena squeezing her shoulders, eyes brimming with tears, it lifts. And something clicks into place.

She sees her future with more blinding clarity than ever before. Supergirl set aside, living freely as herself, not forcing herself to shoulder the world’s burdens alone. Game nights with her friends, play dates with her niece, late nights falling asleep in her office at CatCo. And Lena. Lena Lena Lena. Lena at every turn. There’s no version of her future where she doesn’t wake up with Lena beside her.

When Kara cups Lena’s cheek in her palm, Lena smiles.

It’s soft. Lena’s lips against hers, the feel of her smile, the salty tinge of their tears. Quiet and unhurried, the last piece of the puzzle falling into place. Lena kisses her back, and it feels like the first breath she’s taken in years. It feels like relief suffusing every inch of her body, grounding her to the earth.

There are many versions of Kara. Supergirl, Kara Danvers, Kara Zor-El.

For now, they settle into just one.

“Kara! Lena! Come on!” Nia calls from the road.

They break away, and Lena wipes away tears, something between a laugh and a sob catching in her throat. She takes a deep breath in, and smiles.

Her hand slips into Kara’s, squeezing lightly as they turn towards the rest of the party. “You okay?”

“I’m okay,” Kara says, wiping her own eyes and smiling over at Lena. “I’m not alone anymore.”

“You never have been, darling.”

They walk across the field hand in hand. Together, they watch Kelly and Alex drive off into the distance, bells clanging, everyone waving and yelling after them. Kara doesn’t let go of Lena’s hand, and Lena doesn’t let go of hers.

It feels like the beginning.

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missluthorwillseeyounow · 2 years

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Lena doesn't lie to Kara. Not really.

When Kara greets her with a glass of champagne and a brilliant smile, wondering what she could've been doing that was more important than Alex and Kelly's party, Lena tells her that she'd needed to take a minute to clean up everything in the lab.

It's not a lie. She had carefully swept up the remains of the fire from the table. Had stowed the grimoire away, her fingers very precisely and deliberately marking the page and closing the book, her hand pressing down on the leather tome as if it could ground her.

And if she had taken that minute to try and sift through the detritus her spell had wrecked in her chest, well... Kara doesn't need to know that. She doesn't need to know that.... that Lena... that she had held this woman's humanity in her hands as if it were the most precious, sacred thing in the world and held it tight to her chest.

And that's why the spell had worked.

Weeks of stumbling over these newfound, confusing abilities, of constantly doubting herself, of failing again and again when Lena had always prided herself in being exceptional at everything. Hours of frustration and self-admonishment - if only Lena was good enough, she could help her friends; if she was good enough, they wouldn't be one step behind Nyxly.

And this was all it took.

The moment Kara put herself in Lena's hands, there was never any other option. Losing Kara was not - is not - an option.

The clarity that had taken over Lena as she spoke the spell was unlike any other. Such clarity that it turned upon Lena herself a mirror, had revealed to Lena the truth.

"Now I know for sure..."

It almost comes spilling out. Words at the tip of her tongue, heart on her sleeve.

But you can't just tell a woman how you feel. Not like this. Not in the middle of your friends' engagement party. Not when the world is still in need of saving. Not with the taste of champagne bubbles on your tongue from the glass that has this woman's lip print on it because she gave you her glass by mistake. Not when you fit your lips against the ghost of hers on the glass...

"... I really am free of Lex."

It's not a lie. It's a truth that's important enough, precious enough for Lena to share with Kara and know the other woman will understand. It is the truth.

It's just not the only truth she realized tonight.

So... Lena doesn't lie to Kara. Not really.

But she still can't look her in the eye after that.

#supercorp #supergirl #lena luthor #kara danvers #what the fuck was this tonight huh???#katie mcgrath #melissa benoist #i have no idea what this is. im just processing

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searidings · 3 years

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You’re my favorite writer so I just wanted to send a small prompt of SC finally getting together because Kara can’t stop looking at Lena in her look from 6x16 (certainly understandable). I hope you have a great day!

(also on ao3)

It's something Eliza had taught her.

Or maybe even Jeremiah, way back in the beginning. A way to cope with the overwhelming, broadening her stimuli response to prevent overload. For anything that became too much – a crowded mall, a car backfiring in a cavernous parking garage, even a loud sneeze – she learned to employ each one of her five senses with deliberate precision, grounding herself in all incoming sensations to prevent any one individually from taking over.

It had helped with the bad and, over time, had also helped her to appreciate the good. Centring herself, focusing not just on the sight or sound in front of her but also on the feel, the taste, the smell— it brings her clarity. Enhances her appreciation, allows for more comprehensive enjoyment.

She hasn't needed these skills for years, has used them only in moments of extreme joy or pleasure that she wishes to capture and remember as thoroughly as possible. But, Kara realises, it's a good thing she has these tools in her arsenal because right now in this moment there is—

i. sight

—and Rao, what a sight it is.

She'd landed on the Tower's balcony just like any other day, walked into the main control centre just like any other day. And then her eyes had fallen on the lone figure seated on a high stool at the work bench, and suddenly it is no longer any other day.

Today, Lena is not wearing her typical boardroom outfit from her L-Corp days, the soft jeans-and-sweater combos reserved for game nights and sleepovers, or even the slacks-and-blouse ensemble she's frequented since her move to the Tower.

No. Today, Lena has pulled the dark wave of her hair up into a big, messy bun, flyaway hairs framing her face that flicker like molten amber in the sharp morning sun. The style accentuates the cut glass line of her jaw, the regal column of her throat where it disappears into a soft black turtleneck. Kara's eyes track the skintight material down, down, down to the leather belt at her waist, the skirt that hugs the curve of her hips and legs save for the slit cut to mid-thigh, the tantalising peek of creamy skin beneath. Her eyes fall lower still to the black suede of her boots, rising relaxedly to cover her knees, no—

Kara's mouth runs dry. Rising to cover her thighs.

Even if only one is visible, and even if only in part, it's still enough to make Kara's head spin. The whole look is finished off by a smudge of dark plum that draws attention to the full curve of her lips, a striking companion to the dark sweep of her brows, her lashes above the crystalline green of her eyes.

This is very decidedly not just any other day.

Kara doesn't move, doesn't breathe, for a solid ninety seconds while her brain tries to compute the image Lena makes before her eyes. Her heart has migrated up into the Sahara of her bone-dry throat, stomach dropping out her ass as her pulse thuds like a bass drum somewhere deep in the cradle of her hips.

Lena— Lena is always gorgeous. Always, in every shade and hue and state of undress and disarray. But this, this, is something else altogether.

Lena notices her at last, glancing up from the book she'd been perusing, one long elegant finger extended to mark her place. Kara's eyes trace her hands, the slender tug of tendons and the delicate lines of bone, the way the contrast of the faded page beneath her palm makes her skin appear to glow alabaster in the sunlight.

“Hi?”

It sounds like a question, one perfect brow arching as plum lips split into an expectant smile.

Kara, narrowly resisting the urge to check her own chin for evidence of drool, snaps herself out of her daze with single-minded determination. She clears her throat, licks her dry lips. “Hi.”

“Everything alright?” Lena asks when Kara still doesn't move, feet rooted to the same spot from which she'd first caught sight of her best friend. “You're, uh. You're staring.”

She certainly is. “Oh. Oh, uh.” Kara shuffles her feet, unsticking them from the floorboards and forcing them to walk without trembling to the workbench in the centre of the room. “You, um. You look really nice today.”

Lena's cheeks flush the palest pink, the first dusting of sunrise on a snowy morning. Kara's eyes catch on the pulse thrumming at her throat, the near-indetectable flicker beneath the hinge of her jaw.

She wonders what it feels like. That blush, that heartbeat. She wonders what it tastes like.

"Thanks,” Lena whispers, ducking her head, twin arcs of dark lashes fluttering. She motions to the pages before her, clearing her throat. “I, uh, I think I might have found a spell that could help us.”

Kara rounds the table to stand beside her, making a show of focusing her gaze on the page before them as Lena explains something about energy transfers and containment spells and varying interpretations of third century classical Latin.

This focus lasts all of half a heartbeat before her eyes begin to wander, insatiably drawn to the myriad details revealed by her new proximity. Her visual receptors are overwhelmed, gaze bouncing erratically between each new discovery like a ping pong ball in a vacuum.

Kara swallows hard. Her eyes lock upon the fingertip Lena's tapping against the incantation at the bottom of the page and she finds herself transfixed once more by how long Lena's fingers are, how broad her palms, how the blunt edges of her short nails round against the smooth canvass of her skin.

Next, her field of vision hones in on the soft curls at the nape of Lena's neck, half-trapped beneath the high turtleneck collar where they've escaped from her bun. This is followed by a brief sojourn on the near-translucent shell of her ear, shot through with morning sunlight, then by a rapt fascination with the fine baby hairs that skirt her temple to the arch of her cheekbone, the downy curve of her jaw.

Lena is still talking, and Kara hasn't heard a word she's said. She's just been staring at her best friend like a dumbstruck fool, and she needs to snap out of it before Lena catches on. Resolved, she sucks in a breath so deep it's almost painful, a misstep on her part that ultimately proves fatal because then in addition to sight there is—

ii. smell

—and any hope she had of regaining her composure dies a quick and painless death.

The lungful of Lena she's just inhaled is intoxicating and before she knows what she's doing she's pressing a half-step closer, eager to breathe her in again.

Lena's hair smells bright, fresh and clean like the expensive sea mineral shampoo Kara has taken to stocking in her own shower of late. There's the cloying chemicals of her makeup and the waxy sweetness of her lipstick, the worn leather of her boots and the musky blush of the perfume at her wrists. The nape of her neck and the soft skin behind her ear smell smoky and rich, the warm base scent of her accentuated by the ever-lingering tang of chemical explosions, propane and molten solder.

Unbidden, Kara's mouth begins to water. She sucks in another eager lungful just as her half-addled brain registers the sudden silence between them, snapping her back to herself with a start.

Lena has turned to stare up at her pointedly. Kara finds herself lost once more in the lush curve of her arched brow, the way the movement sends up another heady cloud of samphire-scented conditioner.

"Kara?” the object of her fascination asks, pulling her so sharply from her enthralled haze that she actually jumps. Lena's brow quirks a quarter-inch higher. “Have you been listening to a word I've said?”

“Of, of course I have,” she manages, breathing pointedly through her mouth so as to avoid another assault on her olfactory senses. “You've found a spell that might help us.”

Lena looks as thoroughly unconvinced as the weak cover warrants, but Kara doesn't have the mental capacity to worry about that in this moment. She's too busy trying and failing to focus on anything other than the utterly overwhelming amalgamation of sight and scent that is her best friend right now.

Blessedly, her Kara Danvers phone vibrates in her boot a split second later and she's shooting off to Catco with a hasty apology before anyone can start asking uncomfortable questions about her behaviour. She doesn't relax, doesn't even breathe again until she's hovering in the empty air high above National City, confident she can manage it without losing her mind.

If the crisp scent of Lena's shampoo lingers on the back of her tongue, that's nobody's business but her own.

The afternoon at Catco helps to push some of the lingering enthrallment from her mind and by the time her interview prep is complete and the call comes through that she's needed back at the Tower, Kara feels like she might even be able to face Lena without completely losing her shit.

The thing is, she's an expert at this. A seasoned pro at blocking out overwhelming sensations, at diversifying her sensory input in order to moderate her own response. She thinks back to her first years on Earth, to the soft knit blanket she'd squeeze to ground herself through the maelstrom of untempered superhearing and the scented dryer sheets Eliza would hold to her cheek when her x ray vision became too much to handle. Thinks of the slew of coping strategies she's been forced to acquire throughout her time on this planet, of how they might be repurposed now.

Because, okay, the sight of Lena today – in that shirt with that lipstick and that slit up the length of her thigh – might in fact be too much to handle. May have quite possibly fried her brain, just a little.

But, she reasons, all she has to do is ground herself, focus on her other senses, and keep it together.

After all, this is Lena. Kara's been practicing the essential art of blocking out the more distracting facets of her best friend since the day they first met.

And so, maybe smell isn't the way to go, given the hard reboot her mind had involuntarily undergone when she'd caught a whiff of Lena that morning. But that's okay, that's fine, because Kara has three other senses that she's going to use to remain centred and stop making a fool out of herself.

This is fine, she's fine. She's a seasoned pro. She's got this.

It takes all of three seconds for her to lose it again.

The main room of the Tower is deserted when she touches down, but she doesn't even have time for confusion or worry because then there is—

iii. sound

—and every iota of her previous infatuation comes rushing back full force.

Lena's heels click across the worn boards of the control centre, syncopated perfectly with the white-hot thud of Kara's heart. The material of her skirt swishes against soft suede, cotton stretching and contracting around her arms and shoulders as she sets her notebook down on the workbench.

She turns her head to smile at Kara's arrival and her superhearing picks up the gentle clink of the double sets of gold hoops adorning each of Lena's ears, the near-inaudible whisper of stray hairs against the collar of her shirt. Now that she's focusing on it, Lena is a symphony, from her steady heartbeat to her rhythmic breaths to the quiet knock of her belt buckle against the edge of the desk.

“Hey.”

And there, the sweetest sound of all, the melodic lilt of Lena's voice tripping across the space between them, hitting Kara's ears like the light tinkle of windchimes on a summer's day.

“Hey yourself,” she manages, pulling herself out of her slack jawed stupor and crossing the space to join Lena at the bench. “You called? How's it going?”

Because, yes, maybe her eyes and nose and ears are being assaulted by such a whirlwind of stimuli from this woman that she feels a little lightheaded, but there's a limit to how weird she can be around Lena in the span of twenty-four hours without drawing attention to herself, and she has a feeling she's already hit it.

She breathes through her mouth to avoid Lena's perfume, recites the Prayer of Rao backwards in Old Kryptonian in her mind to drown out the beacon of her heartbeat, keeps her eyes on the lines of the spell book so they don't wander off to any nearby curves, and tries her best to get a grip.

She actually manages to focus – albeit briefly – on what her best friend is saying; a rundown of the afternoon she'd spent in the lab, her progress on tracking Nyxly, the revised translation of that morning's spell. Kara's nodding along, mentally congratulating herself on her iron-clad concentration, when Lena reaches out once more to trace her fingertip along the lines of the hexagram on the page.

Kara's watching her, watching the muscles and ligaments shift beneath delicate skin, and then suddenly she's reaching out too and then there is—

iv. touch

—and a bolt of incandescent electricity shoots from the top of her skull to the tips of her toes.

Her hand lands atop Lena's, stilling it against the page and she can feel the confusion in the other woman's gaze, hear the question already forming on her lips.

Her skin is tingling where it touches Lena's, palm moulding to the mountain range of her knuckles, the knocked arrow of her finger and she only has a second to salvage this before it gets really weird. Her brain is still stuck, wheels spinning somewhere between the scent of the lavender soap clinging to Lena's hands and the sounds of her heels shifting against the floorboards, thus executing no oversight of the words that fall out of her mouth.

“Sorry, I just— I missed you today,” she finds herself saying, not untruthfully. “How about, um. A hello hug?”

As soon as she says it her entire being is screaming for it, for an amplification of the feeling of their hands stacked together and the chance to take Lena into her arms.

Lena, to her credit, takes the odd request in stride, which probably says more about her years of experience with Kara's weirdness than it does about anything else. There's an incredulous slant to her brow and an uncertain tilt to her mouth but after a moment, she nods.

There's an awkward second that feels like a suspended eternity as they slot together, angling arms and tilting heads but then they click, the circuit completes, and pleasure courses through Kara's veins like wildfire.

Lena's arms slide around her neck, bobbing up on her tiptoes even in her heeled boots to rest her chin on Kara's shoulder. She anchors her own arms at Lena's waist in return, squeezing lightly as they settle into the embrace.

Lena is so soft, so warm and tactile and pliable to the touch and the sum total of it all, the way she looks and smells and sounds and feels is so glorious Kara struggles to remember why she ever lets her go.

She decides to take advantage of the granted proximity, fingertips playing across the brushed fabric of Lena's skirt, the smooth juncture of her belt and up to the ribbed cotton of that goddamn turtleneck. She charts the ladder of Lena's ribs, meets the straps of her bra through the sheer fabric, up and up until her fingers trip against the folded neckline, playing through the escaped curls at the base of her skull.

She scratches her nails gently against Lena's scalp beneath the tug of her bun and Lena lets out a quiet sigh that hits Kara square between her legs.

It starts to make sense, then.

Her obsession with every minute detail of Lena's existence, her need to employ grounding techniques just to avoid being completely overloaded by her best friend's mere presence, every time over the course of their relationship that she's carefully turned her focus away from the finer points of the woman before her in order to keep a level head— it all starts to sharpen into a picture she's been ignoring for far too long.

This particular outfit, the boots and the bun and that motherfucking turtleneck may have been the tipping point, but the effect Lena has on her is nothing new.

Emboldened by her own crisis of clarity she continues her gentle exploration, knuckles brushing the side of Lena's throat as her other hand thumbs sure circles at the small of her back. Touching her is enthralling, addicting, wonderful, made even more so when Lena shivers against her chest.

"Kara?” she whispers and it's another inundation of the senses; the breathy sound of her voice, the tangible hitch of her breathing, the faintest hint of mint tea on her breath. "What are you doing?"

“You feel so good,” Kara hums before she's fully decided to, tightening her arms a fraction.

Lena pulls back, just enough that they're face to face without breaking the circle of their embrace. Her gaze is searching, eyes roving Kara's face intently as though seeking an answer to a question long buried. “Yeah?”

She looks at Lena then, the sum total of her; the purse of her lips and the skate of her jaw and the flyaway wisps of ebony hair, the viridian crystal of her eyes.

She wants to touch her. Wants to listen to her and gaze at her and breathe her in for as long as she possibly can. She wants to put her mouth on her. Wants to press her lips to the pulse fluttering hummingbird-quick at her throat, feel the bright metallic tang of her earrings on her tongue, paint her own mouth with the glossy wax of her lipstick.

Because, she realises, there's one of her five senses left as yet untested.

“Yeah,” she murmurs, meeting Lena's gaze with a steady kind of surety. She tugs her closer still, tracing paths of worship up and down her sides, squeezing as tight as she dares. “I don't want to let you go.”

Lena's gaze on her face, so heavy, so penetrating, softens at last. A breath sighs out of her, her own grip on Kara's neck strengthening. “Then don't.”

For a moment they watch each other, breathing the same air. She thinks of the question they've been skirting for six long years; sees the answer she'd never dared to dream of etched into each beloved line of Lena's face. She hopes her own answer is reflecting back the same.

She thinks that maybe it is, because in the next moment the tension pulling taught between them snaps with all the heraldry of a divine chorus and then she's leaning in, and maybe Lena is too, and there's one more moment of heady, blissful anticipation and then there is—

v. taste

—and the warm press of lips and the slick slide of tongues, the flavour of mingled panting breath and the faintest hint of fresh mint tea as they come together again and again in the most overwhelming, pleasurable, joyous moment of Kara's life and there's not a single shred of doubt in her mind that this woman, this kiss, is the sweetest thing she'll ever know.

#this has got to be the gayest thing i've ever written #me 🤝 kara danvers: waxing lyrical about every single minute detail of this woman #you know what i'm not even sorry. you all saw that outfit. you understand #thanks for the prompt and the lovely lovely message! hope you enjoy this and also that you're having a great day #asks #anonymous #dings dot txt #supercorp #supercorp fanfic #kara danvers #lena luthor #supergirl

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mike-wachowski · 3 years

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so what was the deal with that offscreen supercorp phone call, huh?

AKA: how i think the Lena/Kara call with Lena breaking the news to kara that she's going to Ireland went

Kara knows it’s Lena calling before she even picks up her phone.

She has a different ringer set for Lena, you know. It’s nothing special, really, just a softer, slower Apple-provided tune than the chirpy, high-pitched ones she uses for the rest of her family. She had changed it right after she and Lena had made up, the real time, right before she had been... taken, before everything that happened after.

She never wanted to miss another call or text from Lena.

She had hoped she’d get to hear it more before the Phantom Zone.

She had almost forgotten she’d changed it, and when the plucky ukulele chords fill the dreary silence in Kara’s apartment, she jumps if only for the fact that it’s been so long without noise in her studio and in her head that it startles her more than excites her.

But then Kara recognizes the tune, and that silly, familiar feeling of warmth floods her chest when she realizes it's Lena calling her, and she only lets the ringtone play out for three and half more seconds before she scrambles for her phone and slides the little green arrow over to take the call.

“Lena!” She greets her friend (her friend, her friend, her friend again, her brain echoes joyfully). “What’s up? Everything okay?”

“Hi Kara,” Lena responds, voice soft and level, and it makes Kara’s heart thump just once out of time at the knowledge that Lena is smiling when she talks, because Kara can hear the upturn in her lips as she speaks. “I’m doing alright, evidently. How are you?”

Kara looks around at her empty apartment, the dim lights, the noise-cancelling headphones tossed haphazardly on her couch. “I’m okay.”

There's a quiet, nasally sigh from the other end of the line, and Kara can practically hear Lena evaluating a response to Kara’s blatant lie.

Secretly, Kara wishes Lena would call her out on it. Say I know you aren’t okay, to force honesty from Kara in a way they had never breached before Lena knew everything, because the truth is, if anyone else were to ask, to call her out on the bullshit she knows she's giving everyone, she’d probably tense up, hide it, run away. She would lie again, because lying was what was comfortable for Kara these days.

But if Lena were to ask… maybe Kara could stand having her know. Maybe if anyone were to see Kara right now, for the wreck she saw herself as, Lena would understand.

Kara waits for the end of the pause. She waits for Lena to say what she’s secretly begging to hear.

But it doesn’t come.

Lena does speak again, but what she actually says is:

“That’s good to hear, Kara. Listen, I need to talk to you about something.”

“Um,” Kara sucks in a breath, a little ragged, and hopes Lena doesn’t hear it through her receiver.. “What did you want to talk about?”

“Kara, seeing you with your father… seeing you reconnect with him... It's made me consider some things.”

“Okay…” Kara nods along, not really following. Is Lena going to try and get in touch with Lillian again?

“I think I’m going to-” Lena halts for one, two, three seconds, and in the clear silence Kara wonders what she’s thinking. When she continues, Kara doesn’t have to wonder much longer.

“I think I’m going to go back to Ireland. I want to try and reconnect with my mother, with my old home, in any way I can.”

Kara’s whole body tenses. She squeezes her phone with a trembling hand so clenched she hears the quiet crack of her screen, and sucks in tight, panicked breath.

“I’m so sorry, Kara. I know you just returned, and I don’t want you to think I'm avoiding you- in fact, if you need me to stay, please tell me and I’ll turn around right now-”

At that, Kara refocuses. She would never let Lena abandon her dream for her. Hasn’t Kara held her back, hurt her enough already? Doesn’t Lena deserve to find her happiness, even if it means flying all the way across the world from her?

“No, Lena, no.” Kara steadies her voice, surprised herself at the clarity and force behind her hollow words. “If you need to go to Ireland, if you need to reconnect with your mom, I completely understand. I’ll always support you… you know that.”

Lena pauses again, like she’s weighing the truthfulness of Kara’s words against the heart she knows so well.

“But what about what you need, Kara?”

Kara sighs. I need you, Lena, I need you, she wants to scream. But that would be selfish. And Kara has been selfish enough in their time.

“I just need some potstickers and a good nap, I think.” She says in her cheeriest, most playful Kara Danvers tone she can muster, and pointedly ignores the tears beginning to slowly flow down her cheeks.

“Okay,” Lena mutters, and then louder, more reassuring: “Okay. Okay. I’ll keep in touch, Kara, I promise.”

“Right,” Kara nods, because it’s all she can do, really. “Um- how long- how long do you think you’ll be gone for?”

Lena sighs, and Kara already knows the answer to her question, and she hates it. “I’m not sure, Kara. I don’t really know what I’m looking for.”

“Okay- that’s okay! Take as much time as you need!” She presses one palm to her left eye, hoping to maybe stifle the tears or ground herself in the pressure of her touch. “Just, um. Don’t be a stranger.”

“I won’t,” Lena quickly assures her, rushing her next words. “I’ll call, and I'll text you as much as I can, and the rest of the friends too, and if you ever need my help I can remotely operate parts of the tower from my laptop...” Lena trails off. Their paused silence hangs over the phone call, the awkward trepidation from both sides apparent when they both realize the end of the conversation is coming.

“I’ll miss you.” Lena finally breaches through, sounding slightly choked up herself, but Kara ignores it for the sake of her own heart and mind.

“I-” I love you. I love you. I love you. “I’ll miss you too.”

Another period of silence lapses, and Kara wipes the last of the tears she’s now managed to quell on her sweater sleeve.

“Well, I suppose I should let you go.” Lena whispers. Kara doesn’t want to let her go, because the panicked, irrational side of her is screaming that this could be the last time she hears from Lena, and she can’t even see her. But she remembers what selfishly holding onto Lena had done to their relationship before, and maybe this is why Lena’s leaving. Maybe Lena needs to know Kara can let her go.

So Kara does the worst thing. She makes the hard decision.

Kara says goodbye.

“Yeah,” She says, shaking out all the voices in her head screaming for Lena to stay. She wants to backtrack, to say what she really needs right now is for Lena to come over right now and hold her tight so she can dissolve and know she’s still safe. She remembers a similar position, once, but the roles had been reversed, then; Kara used to be the one holding Lena through her those moments she felt like she was slipping through. But even those moments are marred now, disfigured by the lens of all the lying Kara had been putting Lena through.. Lena must feel it too.

So Kara says goodbye, if not to ask anything more from Lena than her forgiveness.

“Bye, Lena,” Kara's eyes are clenched closed. “I’ll see you when you get back.”

“I’ll see you soon, Kara,” Lena says, sounding sincere enough for Kara to almost believe it. “Goodbye.”

And then the line goes silent.

Kara puts her phone screen down on her coffee table. She doesn’t have the energy right now to look for the cracks in her screen she heard earlier-doesn’t think her heart can stand seeing the physical manifestation of her loss.

So she coughs out a weak sob- lets herself break for just a minute- and then grabs her phone, eyes still closed, and calls up the one person who’s number she can always navigate to even with her eyes closed.

“Hey Alex?” Her sister picks up after one ring. “Can we have a sister night? I don't think I- I can be alone right now.”

And when Alex comes over half an hour later, wine and Chinese in tow, Kara tries not to think about how badly she wishes it were Lena holding her at the edge of the couch as she falls apart.

#supercorp #supergirl #kara danvers #lena luthor #supergirl spoilers #supercorp fic #mike writes #okay but like why was the phone call with kara and lena offscreen. huh? HUH?

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sapphic-luthor · 3 years

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I’m not responsible.

The words feel wrong as she thinks them, and this irritates her. They’re true. She knows they’re true. But they don’t feel true, and she hates that a lifetime of guilt has warped her brain into rejecting even the most objective facts.

She tries again, a little slower, and forces the stakes into the ground this time.

I am not responsible.

The conviction holds. Another:

It’s not my fault she’s gone.

This one is harder. It’s not the clause she struggles with, but the complement. She’s gone.

Lena could blame a million things and it wouldn’t undo the truth of it: Kara’s gone. In two words like that, it feels chillingly conclusive. Lena can add modifiers of hope however she likes-- she’s gone for now, she’s gone until we find her, she’s gone and I’ll get her back-- but at its core, there is only one part of this message that matters.

Alex’s promises ache sweet and the scotch stings on the way down and yet somehow the massive, dark, gaping maw of pain that Kara’s absence leaves can be whittled down to the simplest parts of speech, just like that. Kara is gone. Subject, verb, adjective, triplicate blades slid silently into the softest parts of her. She stares into her glass and imagines how long it will be until the wounds start bleeding.

Blame wants to poke its head through the fallout, it wants to yell and scream and argue that Lex is the reason this happened, Lex is where you should focus your pain. But the reasons don’t matter if they aren’t going to lead her to a solution, and hurt like this suffocates everything inside it. Beneath the smoke, all Lena’s got left is the basest, bone-deep want. She wants Kara back. She wants.

She tries to convey this to Alex, but she finds it hard to translate.

“Of course I want her back,” Alex says, but the pity in the shine of her eyes means she must not understand what Lena really means. “Lena, we all--”

“It’s different,” Lena grinds out. “I thought you’d--- I thought you’d know what I mean, Alex.”

Alex tilts her head. “Lena, I know you feel like you’re--”

“It’s not that!” Lena interrupts, frustrated and exposed and suddenly feeling like she’s trying to speak a language nobody around her even knows exists. “It’s not about blame, I know it wasn’t my fault--”

Alex falters, not quite sure what she’s being asked. “Okay, good--”

“We have to get her back,” Lena tries again, and she meets the redhead’s eyes in desperation. Alex has had a lifetime of experience watching Kara walk into danger-- Lena knows this. But Alex has also lost her sister. And so it has to be shared, Lena thinks, the way this devastation feels. She needs to know that Alex feels it too.

“We will,” Alex says, taking Lena’s hands firmly in her own. “We will. We’ll get her.”

It’s all wrong. Lena’s eyes well with tears of frustration and scotch-dulled nerves.

“You don’t understand,” she tries quietly, but even before she tries to continue she knows it’s no use. The magnitude of what she’s trying to convey gets stuck halfway between her heart and her throat, and Lena knows that Alex, for all of her understanding and her comfort and her love, isn’t going to see it. “Alex, I need her.”

The older woman’s eyes go soft at the admission, and she grips Lena’s hands just that much tighter. “Lena, I know…” she starts, but then she meets Lena’s eyes, really looks into them, and something changes. She goes silent, and her lips part gently as the realisation strikes her in real time. “You’re…” Alex whispers, nearly silent.

Lena tries to take a deep breath, but the effort not to cry splits it into shaky parts. She can’t answer-- if she speaks, she’ll crumble. Instead she just holds Alex’s eyes, and hopes to God that she won’t let go of her hands. Alex blinks once, and when she shifts her gaze between Lena’s eyes, there’s clarity.

“You love her,” Alex breathes.

#having a couple of feelings on this nice afternoon!#mine #supercorp #fic

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vox-ex · 3 years

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Things you interrupted me to say

(Kara and Lena)

Okay, so I took this as a chance to write how I would have adapted the ending in the comic version of Crisis (#7 ) to fit the show. Basically, Lena was chosen as the Paragon of Humanity and Kara is a self-sacrificing idiot who knows she was supposed to die but couldn't tell her. I hope you don't mind.

Kara wonders what they must look like.

Lena pressed against her side, her hands braced around Kal's fallen frame, their feet sliding together as they try to find purchase on the rubble underneath as more threatens to fall on top of them.

Truth and hope and humanity huddled together at the edge of the universe.

But Kara doesn't feel like the saint of any virtue now.

She is just scared.

And it's a fear so familiar, so haunting, that when she closes her eyes, she feels 13 again. Feels her mother's arms around her under a sky that is still red and a world that is still burning somewhere light-years away and decades in the past. She hears her father's last words again, hears his broken promise reaching through all that time and all that space until it fades into nothing but the faint sound of her name echoing in its place.

"K-Kara?"

She feels Kal shift beneath her, and she opens her eyes, the two worlds now burning as one again as she feels her strength starting to falter, and she knows whatever has to happen has to happen now. She looks down, Kal's blue eyes, hazy and pained but as familiar as the day she first saw them — as innocent as the day she first promised to protect him — and as much as she hates herself for it, she can't stop herself from repeating her father's words as she wipes away the sweat from his forehead.

"It's okay, Kal."

And even if she still can't forgive him for leaving her behind, maybe she finally understands why he did.

She looks over her shoulder, sees the Anti-monitor trying to make his way through the fallen debris, armor half torn and steps faltering but still stronger than he should be.

"It's okay. I-I know what to do."

She has time, but not much.

Because she had been sent to Earth for one reason, and then she had chosen another, had decided to protect the Earth like she never could Krypton.

She lets her head fall, allowing the weight of what's about to happen settle on her shoulders.

Knows she can't look at Lena when she asks her to let her go.

"Take Kal, find the others, get out of this universe as fast as you can."

Not after everything it took to get her back.

"Kara?"

And she hates the way Lena says her name with all the pain she promised never to cause her again.

"Lena, please, I need you to help me save him."

But she just needs her to understand.

Because she had been sent to Earth for one reason, and then she had chosen another, had decided to protect the Earth like she never could Krypton.

"What about you?"

And they both sound so desperate, so tired, so angry at the things that put them in this place, that forced them to make this choice.

"Lena, please, there isn't time; this is how it has to be."

"How it has to! —" And Kara knows then she does. Understands what was in the book of destiny that Kara hadn't wanted her to see, that she had been too much of a coward to tell her herself.

And still, she can't look at her. Because if she does, she'll see just how selfish she had been again, just how much pain she had caused again. All those moments, she could have said something and didn't. All those times, she told herself she was doing the right thing. Kal had been wrong; love wasn't always the most unselfish thing in the world; sometimes, it was the most.

"No! You promised!"

And Kara can feel Lena's hands on her chest as she tries to push her away.

"You said no more lies!"

Feels them push harder as Lena tries to make her look at her.

But Kara keeps her head down, keeps hold of Lena's hands, keeps them pressed against her chest, her words quiet and gentle among the chaos around them.

"I know."

And as she steadies their hands together over her heart, she tries to hold onto that one last piece of proof of how they fit together, of how they had ever existed in the same place at the same time.

And Lena suddenly sounds so lost, her anger so quickly turning into desperation, to bargaining, to anything but acceptance.

"It doesn't have to be you...I mean I wasn't supposed to be a fucking Paragon. It was wrong then. It could be wrong now."

And Kara sends one last prayer to Rao that she's right, but she doesn't dare lie. Not again. Not now.

So she doesn't say it's okay.

She doesn't say everything will be fine.

And yet, she still can't bring herself to say goodbye.

"I have — I have to go."

She moves to stand, pulling herself to her feet, Lena's hand sliding off of her shoulder and down her arm, but as she steps forward, Lena's hand stays in hers, and she is forced finally to look up at her one last time.

"Ple-"

But her desperate plea to be let go — to be forgiven — is cut off by the urgent rush of Lena's body into hers, by the hesitant press of lips and the quiver of fingers against her cheek that seek for so much more time than they are given.

But when Lena finally lets her go, it's with a simple confession.

"I didn't want there to be any more lies between us."

The look in her eyes is all at once everything Kara feared and everything she always hoped for. A moment of clarity unmasked by both of their pain — every doubt she ever had that Lena could love her, had loved her, gone, replaced by the proof of Lena in her arms that no matter how brief and no matter how fleeting she could keep in her heart forever.

And it's all she can do to hold onto that feeling as the ground underneath them shifts again, forcing them apart on last time.

But when it all settles, the anti-monitor stands in Lena's place. The sky behind him slips between red and purple as explosions fill the air with the smell of ozone and sulfur and burning carbon.

His words echo through the rubble.

"I will wait no longer! You will die. And your Cousin, your family...your worlds. All shall die with you!"

And there is something in his vengeance that seems so mortal to her, so human. Even as he stands there with his chest heaving with light and his hands glowing with embers, she knows he is not the god he proclaims to be, that he was born from the same stars as her — maybe he can be broken the same as her too.

"You have sealed your fate. As have I."

But he just steps forward, unconcerned about the building inferno around them as he mocks her.

"Do you wish to die, Kara Zor-El?"

Kara can't bring herself to answer him, throwing herself at him instead, forcing her body to move faster than her mind, to push past all the hope that still lingered to the anger that lay underneath.

She tried to stay just out of his reach, tried to be smarter and faster, but all it took was one moment in the wrong place and —

"Kara! Watch out!"

She felt the Anti-monitor's massive hand tighten around her, pulling her toward the ground, her cape fluttering uselessly behind her as Lena's voice echoed in her ears along with a pain that made it impossible to breathe, to think.

She was out of time.

She could see Lena and Kal on the other side of them. Could see Lena holding onto Kal with one hand while the other gripped the extrapolator, thumb shaking as it hovered over the button that would pull them out of this place.

She tries to look at her, to ask her to forgive her one more time, to thank her for helping keep the promise she made to her parents all those years ago, and for saving the world together one last time.

She sends one last prayer to Rao, and ignoring the agonized protest of her heart that is telling her it's not ready to let go, she pushes her fists into the center of the anti-monitor's chest until she feels all at once the weightlessness of space the impossible heaviness of sun.

It was like touching every part of the universe.

And for a second, there was something beautiful about it.

But then she felt it all come apart.

Every cell.

Every atom.

Colliding and combusting — breaking apart.

She could feel the Anti-monitor's chest give way, feel it replaced by nothing but emptiness.

She pushed harder.

Every part of her, becoming a part of him.

Light and dark matter warring for the same space.

It could only end in destruction.

She tried to look back one last time, to make sure Lena and Kal are gone, but all there is a blinding light and then the feeling of being pulled, of falling, and then nothing.

---- ---- ---- ----

Lena feels the cool metal of the ring against her finger. Its weight different now than when it had been hidden in her pocket. Brainy's instructions and calculations, and warnings ringing in her ears as she watches the Anti-monitor hold Kara a loft.

Her thumb skims the button on the extrapolator she had modified.

She looks back at Clark, at Kal.

She's running out of time.

Kara's running out of time.

She can hear Alex's voice in her ear, asking what the hell is happening.

If they've destroyed the machine?

If they're ready to come back?

If everything is okay?

She thinks how the answer is yes to everything but the last one.

Because she is sitting here deciding whether or not to leave Kara to die, and so no, Alex, everything is very much not okay.

Kal moves behind her, trying to stand, to help, but she knows he's still too weak, and fuck what would Lex think of her now he could see her, with the fate of two Supers in her hands. She can't help but offer a smile at the not-so-subtle irony of the world.

She holds on tighter to the extrapolator just as she finds herself knocked off of her feet.

Lena goes blind for a second, but when her vision clears, she sees them both still suspended in the sky, Kara and the Anit-Monitor surrounded by a bright light as they fall through the sky.

She manages it get to her feet again just in time to watch as the light around them starts to collapse, manages to pull Kal up with her, hanging onto his cape with the hand now bearing Brainy's legion ring, and it's all adrenaline and weightlessness and a feeling she'd never be able to describe again as she feels her feet leave the ground.

But fuck she still hates flying.

And when she's finally close enough, she reaches out, fingers just touching the fabric of Kara's cape, her hand just close enough to feel its heaviness, but then there's a flash of light, and there's an unbearable wave of heat, and so she pulls, she pulls unknowing if it's enough and there's nothing to stop her body falling backward, the heat and atmosphere and dust and ash passing over her as she lands, sharp rocks digging into her back.

There's a quietness that follows the chaos, and she watches the muted explosions above her give way to only sharp white light before she finds herself staring up at the first blue sky she's seen in what feels like years.

She doesn't remember pushing the button on the extrapoltaor.

But she must have.

If they are here.

If they are any place that isn't there.

But where is the question now.

She rolls to her side, can feel the blood that follows down the side of her face as she does.

And fuck, that hurts.

She sees the back of Kal's cape in front of her; it's red so much brighter now that the world has been thrust back into its normal vivid hues.

But something still feels wrong.

And it's then she sees the way his shoulders shudder with each breath he takes.

It's then she sees Kara's head cradled against his chest, her cape torn and hanging from her shoulders as if its weight alone could pull her from his arms.

"No."

She says it first in disbelief.

"No!"

Then again, in resolution.

She says it to herself and to the universe and to the god she knows Kara prays too and the god she stopped believing in when her mother died.

This is not how this ends.

She presses up onto her elbows and then onto her knees, the world tilting at every angle, and she never even makes it fully to her feet before she is next to them, before somehow Kara is in her arms instead of Kal's.

And she is everything the world isn't.

Quiet.

Still.

Cold.

"Kara," she whispers.

And for some reason she Lena feels the overwhelming need to be gentle with her, like she wants to push away the hair that has fallen across her face and wipe away the streak of ash beneath her cheek.

"Kara," she whispers again.

"It—It's over now. It's okay now."

She looked back at Kal. His head held in his hands, broken, hurt, but still breathing. She hears Alex in her ear again, hears her saying that they are on their way, hears her asking for coordinates.

Lena had helped Kara keep her promise to everyone else but her.

"Lena?" It was Alex again. "Lena, what's going on?"

"I-I need a, I just, I need —" She tries to breathe, she tries to think, she tries to talk, she rips the comms from her ear when she can no neither.

And with the warmth of the sun at her back and tears falling onto her hands, she feels for the steady beat of Kara's heart.

---- ---- ---- -----

The sky isn't red.

The sky is blue.

The sky is blue, and the sun is warm, and Lena's eyes are green, and the world is still standing.

Kara can see Lena's comm hanging from her ear, bent, and dented in on one side, barely held together by the wires through which she can still hear Alex's frantic voice.

"L-Lena—please—."

But Lena doesn't look like she can hear her.

Instead, she's looking right at her, tears making her eyes that much more green.

"Kara? Kara, can you hear me?"

And there's a layer of dirt over both of them, and Lena has a streak of blood along the side of her face and staining the top of her shirt. But still, she can't help but think she looks beautiful despite it all— that she's never looked more beautiful.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, and she doesn't know where those words come from. But she has so many things to be forgiven for, she supposes.

"You're sor—, you're an idiot."

Lena reaches out to touch her face, fingers slipping through her hair and resting on the base of her neck as her head falls against her chest.

Kara closes her eyes and lets the touch try to take away some of the pain.

She feels Lena let out a deep breath, shaky, and unsteady as if she had been holding it in for too long.

"I think that the gods sent you here to punish me."

Kara opens her eyes slowly, her voice quiet as she lifts her arm, trying not to wince as she reaches up to wipe the tears from Lena's cheek.

"You told me you didn't believe in God."

But Lena just shakes her head and shifts closer, her hand moving to brush the hair from Kara's forehead as a gentle laugh tries to mask her pain.

"Well, the universe then, the universe and the stars, and every atom and particle, they all conspired together to send you here to punish me."

Kara smiles and kisses the back of Lena's hand, thinking not for the first time about just that, about everything that should have kept them apart that somehow brought them together … "but you decided to love me instead."

Lena nods, resting her head again on her chest, their bodies pressed together… "Yes, I've decided to love you instead."

Kara knows they won't be alone much longer.

She knows they will have to share each other with the world again.

Knows all the other people they have both missed that are waiting for them.

But for this moment, they are in each other's arms, and the universe is not a vast place of infinite worlds; it is only here and only now, and it is only them.

#supergirl #supercorp #happy supercorp sunday #sg prompts #crisis redux #angst with a hopeful ending #because it's my thing #happy supergirl sunday #ask away friends

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narraboths · 3 years

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[read on Ao3]

Come over, Kara texts her at 5:41 pm, followed up by New Year’s Eve party :) when Lena doesn’t respond.

It makes her heart sink.

They are supposed to be over it. They’ve talked – fought, yelled, ugly-cried, circled each other like wounded animals for weeks and weeks, and now they are supposed to be healed . Stronger together. Kara gives her hugs and visits her office to bring her lunch and beams at Lena with her old, boundless affection again.

Lena can hardly bear it.

With every gentle word exchanged, every friendly touch and easy smile, Lena only feels the shame and doubt and bitter guilt that’s been gnawing at her multiply thousandfold. Kara’s sheer presence in her life is too great a gift, too undeserved, yet Lena yearns for it too, fiercely, endlessly, as starved for Kara’s love as she feels unworthy to receive it. It’s a pained, maddening struggle with no end in sight.

I’m busy, she texts back now, the playfulness that would’ve come naturally to her before being measured carefully so that the declination wouldn’t seem brusque: No rest for the wicked.

And you’re divine, the answer comes without even missing a beat, making Lena almost drop her phone, her heart rattling madly in her chest and her fingers shaky as she types her reply:

Trying to trick me with your wordsmithery?

Trying to get you to give yourself a break. Lena cannot help but smile: Kara’s ability for unintended, rampant flirting is only surpassed by her capacity for caring. And I really need a partner to break Alex and Kelly’s winning streak at charades. They’re getting annoying about it. Lena hesitates, rereading the words again and again, eyes getting stuck on I need a partner every time, until the three little dots pop up at the bottom of her screen once more: Pretty, pretty please?

It’s a mistake, Lena well knows. She should excuse herself and cut the conversation short, arrange for another, less loaded meeting like a brunch next weekend or a lunch when she’d next swing by CatCo to placate Kara, and leave it at that.

Can’t refuse such a cry for help, she types back instead, and the reply comes almost immediately:

My hero ❤️

Lena doesn’t realize she’s clutching her phone to her chest as she leaves her office until she sees her reflection on the elevator doors.

–

It takes ten minutes for Lena’s car to reach Kara’s building, then three to climb the stairs. It takes another ten minutes of nervous pacing at the end of the hallway, nails digging into her palm, for Lena to actually decide to walk to Kara’s door and dare to knock.

The door flies open and Kara tugs her into a tight hug before Lena could even blink. She lets herself sink into its comfort, lets herself enjoy the solid mass of Kara’s body pressing against her own for longer than it would be advisable before she finally disentangles herself.

“I’m so glad you came,” Kara breathes, smiling wide. Lena only nods, tongue-tied under the sudden, affectionate attention as Kara helps her out of her coat, then moves toward the kitchen immediately, hand wrapped around Lena’s own. “Can I get you anything? We haven’t popped the champagne yet but–”

“I’m fine,” Lena finally manages. She’s anything but. She does manage to wave hello to Kelly and Nia chatting at the other end of the kitchen, and nod to Alex and J’onn, engaged in deep conversation in the living room. “So,” she turns back to Kara, forcing a playful smile on her face and staunchly ignoring the tremor in her hands, the way her heart rattles in her chest. “Is it time for some game night ass-kicking?”

“Sure,” Kara nods, but her face is strangely distracted. She looks down at their intertwined fingers, her thumb gently stroking the back of Lena’s hand. “Could I show you something first, though?”

The something turns out to be the view from her bedroom window: the night sky towers above them with remarkable clarity, its inky blue spattered with the white gleam of the stars.

“You wanted to show me…” Lena follows the arc of Kara’s outstretched hand, and narrows her eyes, confused. “The new moon?”

“It’s Rosh Chodesh too,” Kara smiles. “What a coincidence, right? The perfect night for new beginnings.”

“New beginnings,” Lena repeats mechanically, and Kara nods.

“At the start of this year, I didn’t know if I could ever see you as a friend again.” Lena casts down her eyes: there’s something so awfully tender in Kara’s face, her voice, that she can hardly bear hearing it, much less holding Kara’s gaze. She’s ready to hear the next words – that it’s been a failure since, that Kara doesn’t want her in her life after all, that she knows Lena’s not okay and doesn’t care to keep up the charade any longer. But those words never come. Instead, Kara only draws closer, her free hand reaching up to cup Lena’s face, an electric, world-rending touch. “And now I wouldn’t have wanted to spend this night without you here.”

The room spins, Lena’s heartbeat grows into a thunderous beat in her ears. She’s gasping, feeling like she’s burning up, stammering something unintelligible, but Kara’s still there, the touch of her hands mooring Lena’s entire world.

“I know it’s been hard to see eye to eye again,” she whispers. “For both of us. But I’ve learned that… If we just keep drowning in hurt, we can’t move forward. And I want to face this new year with you. Together.”

Lena risks raising her eyes again. It feels like a drunken, feverish dream to meet Kara’s gaze again and see it glisten with tears, and beneath it only gentle, unshakeable love.

“I want that too.” The words come out half-rasped, barely daring to be voiced first, then gaining strength as the gnawing feeling in Lena’s chest grows smaller. “Really, really much.”

When she feels Kara’s lips pressed against her temple, Lena dares to hope again.

(They are still holdings hands when the clock strikes twelve.)

#supercorp #my fic #happy new year gays

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naralanis · 3 years

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little bumps in the road (pt. 6)

Previously...

they don't talk for quite a while after crossing the river into tennessee. lena needs some time to process this new information, and kara seems to sense this need. the blonde goes back to staring solely at the road ahead, occasionally tapping little rhythms on the steering wheel and humming little songs under her breath -- though she'll often stop herself, as if she thinks that lena needs complete and utter silence to sort her feelings out.

lena doesn't. she can appreciate the humming, even -- kara has a lovely voice and carries a tune well, and the distraction is a welcome one from the complete mess she's trying to unravel in her mind. it creates a soothing pace to the crops and occasional cows speeding last lena's window, almost lulls her to sleep despite her tangled lines of thought.

it's late afternoon and the sun is going low, low, low in the sky when kara finally says something.

"there's a motel a few miles ahead. we'll stop there for the night," she says, but then she quirks her head towards lena briefly, eyes hopeful. "if that's ok with you, i mean."

lena stops staring through the passenger window for a moment -- she's been looking at miles and miles of crops and farmland as far as the eye can see, and her eyes are beginning to glaze over.

"of course."

she studies kara’s expression, wondering why she’s suddenly giving her any sort of say at all on where they’re going. kara just looks ahead, maybe a little sheepishly.

“ok, then.”

the motel is… well, it’s a motel; it’s not any nicer than any of the other ones they’ve stayed at recently, but it’s also not any worse, either. they check into a single room -- kara rarely has lena out of her sight, minimizes those occasions as much as she possibly can -- but on the way there, the blonde spots a payphone, right by the corner of the building, and shoots lena a look.

“do you mind if i…?” she doesn’t finish her sentence, but she doesn’t need to; she simply cocks her head towards the payphone expectantly.

“go ahead,” lena says, trying to give her a heartfelt smile for… encouragement, maybe? she doesn’t know if she succeeds, but kara smiles back earnestly and turns on her heel to walk briskly to the phone, hand already reaching into the pocket of her jeans for another roll of coins.

the keycard takes a few tries to unlock the door, but eventually the lock clicks and lena practically stumbles in, dropping her worn duffel on the floor, right there by the entrance, onto a rug with some questionable stains. she feels exhausted, mentally and physically drained to a degree she can’t recall ever experiencing before.

it’s been hard, lately, to get her thoughts in order, but lena suspects that’s nothing to be too surprised about. she’s used to compartmentalizing--it’s one of her talents-- but right now the knowledge that alex danvers is the one hunting her fills her with dread. even if alex knows her sister is alive (she was the one to revive kara after all, according to kara herself), she still doesn’t know that kara is essentially harboring a fugitive. she still thinks lena is running out of her own volition.

she still thinks lena meant to kill kara.

that thought doesn’t mix well with the multitude of other worries swimming in her head, at the moment, doesn’t sit well in her chest and makes her stomach curl uncomfortably into knots.

lena’s not so out of it that she misses kara’s fumbling with the lock, but she does almost miss the look of defeat in the blue gaze once kara finally gets the keycard to cooperate.

kara sinks into one of the chairs by the little table in the corner, sighing audibly as her whole body seems to deflate.

“no luck?” lena tries, and kara shakes her head in the negative.

“nope,” she murmurs, popping the ‘p’ as she digs little shapes onto the cheap wood of the table with her nails. “nothing yet.”

lena nods--she’s not sure what to say, here. she’s a little conflicted on how she should feel about kara finally getting in touch with alex--part of her wants answers, but a much bigger part of her is terrified of an agent danvers on the warpath. she knows alex would move heaven and earth for kara, no question about it, but with lena in the picture?

she’s not so certain what the reaction would be. she’s not sure she wants to find out.

“are you hungry?” kara asks, breaking her grimmer trains of thought. “i grabbed a flyer for a pizza place nearby--looks like they do delivery. personally, i think we could use a break from the cup noodles.”

lena smiles a little. “i haven’t had so much instant ramen since college, i think.”

kara laughs, and it sounds so...so free, unreserved, so alien to their current predicament, it’ almost easy for lena to join in, too. it’s not even a funny comment, not a particularly snarky observation, but for some reason they’re both having a small giggle fit and it feels good, cathartic even, to be sharing a laugh with kara again.

“well,” kara quips, yanking the crumpled flyer out of her pocket and smoothing it over the tabletop, “i don’t think tey have that fancy kale monstrosity you liked to order at gino’s, but at least it’ll be better than instant ramen, right?”

“right,” lena chuckles. “just… get me something with at least a vegetable in it, for the love of god.”

kara makes a face, but she’s still smiling as she reaches for the phone. “as you wish, as you wish,” she says dramatically, muttering there’s no accounting for taste, really and tutting under her breath while she dials.

lena smiles--wide and real, she can even feel her eyes crinkling at the corners--as she listens to kara rattle off their order (three large pepper--you know what, better make that four--four large pepperoni pies, wait, no, extra large, and then…) and, unbidden, her mind seems to get stuck on a different time, an entirely different reality, when she and kara would just… order pizza (though kara limited her order to two large pizzas back then), watch movies, and just talk about everything and nothing until the sun came up.

lena misses that peace.

kara seems to be in the same wavelength; she has a wistful look on her face once she hangs up, as if she’s reading lena’s mind, experiencing the same brand of nostalgia in the same moment.

lena has to break it; it’s too painful to wallow in it. “kara? can I ask you a question?”

“Hm?” kara hums distractedly, craning her neck to look at lena’s direction with a little smile. “just one?”

“wel. no, not just one,” lena admits, trying to organize her thought again. there’s just so much she wants to ask, so much she needs to know, and she’s not sure where to start.

kara just waits, her gaze unwavering.

“back in national city,” lena starts, picking a lane and sticking with it, so to speak. “ when you… when you died… when alex brought you back… who exactly brought me to you? it couldn’t have been alex, if she doesn’t know i’m with you.”

kara looks pensive for a moment, steepling her fingers over her thigh. “what do you remember?”

lena has struggled with precisely that for the past couple of weeks. the truth is, the time between watching supergirl drop like a rock from the skies and being shoved into the jeep with a kara that was very much alive is a complete blank.

“pretty much nothing after you fell,” lena answers honestly, and she looks to kara for an explanation for this significant gap in her memory, but finds nothing. “but then… someone took me from somewhere and suddenly… and there you were. who was that?”

for some unfathomable reason, kara looks amused. “oh,” she chuckles like she can’t help it. “that was nia.”

lena can feel her own eyes bugging out. “nia?? are you telling me nia nal put a bag over my head and basically kidnapped me?”

kara snorts. “that’s exactly what i’m telling you.” she turns serious, suddenly, and her lips tighten into a line for a moment. “alex prepared the jeep and a few supplies, but nia had a dream--a vision that she wouldn’t explain. she just told me to take you with me, and I wasn’t about to argue.”

lena can’t lie to herself, she’s a little hurt, but definitely not surprised, that bringing her along had not been kara’s intention. she chooses not to dwell on it -- there’s already far too much to dwell on. “oh,” she says instead, looking for words. “what happened between the time you were… recovering and the time we ran off? was i not…” lena stops, struggling to remember but drawing nothing more than a blank. “was i not arrested or something?”

it occurs to lena that she has no idea how much time it took kara to recover, or what happened to her while alex nursed her sister back to life. she can’t explain how kara survived; she can’t explain what happened between her fall and their escape, she can’t explain how lex hasn’t found them yet.

kara can only shrug her shoulders. “i don’t know. alex sent me to the jeep’s location the minute i was well enough to not need the sunlamps; when i got there, nia was already there with you. didn’t exactly have the time to argue--lex would definitely find out i was alive if i stayed in national city.”

“ain’t that the truth,” lena quips bleakly. a thought occurs to her. “frankly, i’m surprised he doesn’t know. he owns the DEO in this reality.”

“thank rao for small miracles,” kara mutters. “we sure need them, the way things are going.”

another thought occurs to lena--she thinks back to the past few days, but more specifically, to mere minutes ago, when kara was gouging faint little marks on the wood of the table with her nails--something so trivial, something she used to do herself as a child, bored and anxious at boarding school-- and she realizes with sudden clarity that there’s a lot that she can’t explain--but one thing seems to stick out, glaringly.

“kara,” she says, trying to add up the days in her head and not liking what she comes up with at all. “it’s been at least two weeks, right?”

kara nods, looking grim as if she knows exactly what lena is about to ask. “give or take, yeah.”

lena’s question comes out as a statement, and at the exact same time someone knocks on their door, startling them both.

“and you still don’t have your powers.”

Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

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Kara and Lena went home together after Kelly and Alex’s wedding. And no they aren’t together-together, at least not yet. Lena is staying with Kara until she gets her own place. Not a week has passed since Lillian’s funeral. Although Lena and Lillian got their closure at the med bay, it still has been difficult for Lena.

Kara offered to take her in. She does not want Lena to feel alone.

“I could use a drink.” Lena blurted as if she hasn’t too much to drink at the wedding.

“Are you sure you need to drink more?” Kara asked, quite concerned.

“YEEEESSSSH. Drink with me Kara Zor-el.” Lena exclaimed. Kara felt her heart skip a beat after hearing Lena called her Kara Zor-el because it’s the first time she did that.

“You’re extra adorable when you’re drunk, you know.” Kara muttered as she goes to the kitchen to get the wine and glasses. Lena heard parts of it and she smiled.

_________

Lena and Kara are on the couch. The supposed one glass turned to a one and half bottle of wine.

“So...Ms. Grant offered me the editor-in-chief position at CatCo.” Kara started.

“That’s great news, dear. But you don’t seem too happy about it. Want to talk about it?”

“Well, I feel bad because there were multiple occasion that I quit being a reporter to choose my role as Supergirl.”

“Kara, dear it’s okay. Cut yourself some slack.” Lena said as she motioned for Kara to rest her head on her shoulders. Kara obliged.

“You inspired people to hope and to help themselves. It is about time you focus on your self.” Lena added.

“Truth be told, I don’t know where to go from here. I’ve always been a hero. I don’t know how to reconcile my identity as Supergirl and as Kara Danvers.”

“Kara, you don’t have to figure out everything immediately. It takes time. You as Supergirl and as Kara Danvers is more similar than you think.”

“I don’t want to live a double life anymore, Lena. But I am afraid that announcing my secret identity will put you...the people I love in so much danger.”

“Don’t worry about us. We can handle ourselves. Whatever threat may come our way in the future, I am confident that we will overcome it. El Mayarah, Kara.”

“Lena, I don’t know if I already told you this, but I truly am thankful that you are on my side. You always know how to push and challenge me to do better.”

“You do the same for me, Kara. I...I am glad we are best friends.”

_________

Now, Kara is still sober since Kryptonians do not get drunk easily. She recalled her conversation with Winn earlier.

“Lena, do you like me?” she asked out of the blue. Lena acted surprised trying to control herself.

“Yes, I do Kara. You’re the first friend I ever had when I moved to National City.”

“No, not like that. You see Winn told me a very interesting thing at the wedding.”

“And what would that be?”

“He said that you and I are going to be a thing in the future.”

“A thing?”

“Like romantically.”

“And why did Winn say that?”

“Because she misinterpreted us earlier. He thought I was crying because you rejected me.”

“Oh...”

“Well...Lena... What do we do about it?”

Kara changed her position. She wasn’t facing Lena during their conversation because she was resting her head on her shoulders. Kara is cozy, she has a blanket placed over her feet. As she shared what Winn revealed to Lena, she decided to change her position.

She pull the blanket to cover them both. She takes off her glasses to look intently at Lena’s face. She wanted to see her reaction. But Lena was not moving. She was silent for almost two minutes.

Kara is fond of Lena. She cares for her deeply. She can’t imagine losing her. On the day Myxzpltk showed her alternate timelines about the scenario if they did not meet, if Lena found out earlier, if Lena found out through Lillian, and so on and so forth. Kara felt extremely sad and for a time was inconsolable--she cannot lose Lena. Winn’s revelation of the future gave Kara clarity. She is in fact in love with her best friend.

_________

Lena’s face is red. The effect of the alcohol seemed to be wearing off faster than it would normally do. She does not know what to say. For the first time, she is lost for words. Only Kara can do that.

“Lena, say something please.” she heard Kara say. Without thinking she placed her hand on Kara’s head and guided it towards her chest. Even without her super hearing, Kara can hear how fast Lena’s heart is beating. Lena did not have to say a word because she almost always show how she felt.

They stayed there for a solid 10 minutes. Lena’s heart rate is slowing down. Kara is still resting on Lena’s chest. Lena is stroking Kara’s hair.

“Kara...I was about to tell you today. But, you have a lot on your plate. You’re at the crossroads. That is why I decided to postpone telling you. I did not know how you would react.” And as if on cue Kara planted her lips on Lena’s lips.

“Does that answer your question?”

“Kara...I...” they embraced and passionately kissed. Both of them are crying tears of joy as they finally acknowledged their love for each other.

After making out, they cuddled. They stayed on the couch until morning. Kara offered to pick Lena up so they can cuddle in bed, but Lena wanted to stay on the couch.

Morning came. Kara got up and circled the world to get Lena’s favorites.

“Kara, so...about last night...” Lena started.

“You are my person. I love you, Lena.” Kara beamed.

“That’s the first time you ever said you loved me. Even when we were best friends, you never really use the word love.” Lena’s eyes starts welling up. But you use ny person, my favorite a lot. Kara hugged her.

“I love you, my Lena. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.” Kara whispered to Lena. Kilig, hindi ba?

“I love you too, my Kara.”

“I know I am at a crossroad, but I am certain that I would want to do it with you.”

“Always got your back, my love.” The two looked so in love.

“So, do we tell them?” Lena asked.

“Not yet. I want to enjoy our alone time some more.”

And they live happily ever after.

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