#Nia back at it again at doing Hawks wrong

[owl-with-a-pen]

Hi, if your still taking prompts could you please write one where Cat comes to National City and visits with Nia? Thanks!

- Sorry this took so long to fulfil, but the Prom episodes gave me a good idea for this one. Thank you for the prompt! x

The second she realised Andrea’s office was occupied by a very familiar face, Nia was certain she'd never done a 180 faster in her life.

Said spin sent her reeling straight into Kara, who had been walking amiably yet totally obliviously at her side.

“Whoa,” Kara said, wide-eyed. She took Nia’s arm, holding her steady. “Hey, what’s up?”

Nia didn’t say a word, she was far too preoccupied trying to scramble behind the closest potted plant, anything that might keep her from getting spotted by those hawk-like eyes.

Because, she may have looked slightly older, but there was no mistaking the face that stood behind those glass windows. She held the grand and knowing presence of a woman who understood exactly what she was capable of, power that practically rippled from her petite form. This was the creator of a media empire. This was--

"Cat Grant is here?” Nia squeaked. “I thought she was like- nothing to do with CatCo anymore?"

Kara folded her arms, brow furrowed with curious amusement. "She isn't, but she likes to keep tabs on whoever’s running the place. You should have seen some of the emails she sent Lena." Kara shuddered. "I don't think she'll be sticking around for long, but it'll be nice to catch up with her while she's here. She invited me out to dinner tonight, although, uh, I'm pretty sure she nearly asked me to book the table out of habit." Kara grinned, tugging Nia’s arm. "Hey, you should come, too!"

"I don't think that's a good idea," Nia said warily. Most of her attention was still focused on blending in with the nearby foliage. She drew a solitary leaf across her face, peering out from behind it.

"What's the matter?” Kara asked, her voice tinged with concern. “You always said you wanted to meet Cat Grant, right? Wasn't she one of your idols in college?"

"Oh, she was," Nia said, closing her eyes. Reluctantly, she abandoned her leaf, turning back to face Kara. "But things are sort of complicated now."

"What d'you mean?"

Nia winced, biting her lip sheepishly. "Because I've already... kinda... met her."

"How did you-- oh. Oh, of course." Kara grimaced, slapping a hand to her forehead. “Time travel. Wow, yeah, that’s complicated alright." She sighed, taking Nia’s shoulder, squeezing her half-heartedly. “Well, if it’s any consolation, she couldn't even get my name right after years of being her assistant, plus you were wearing glasses, right? I mean, what are the odds...?"

"This place used to have a pink cougar statue, right?"

"Yeah..."

"That's what I thought," Nia said grimly. She squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head. "But, maybe you're right. Maybe she doesn't-"

As Nia turned back towards the office, she baulked, very nearly causing her to choke on her own words.

Because Cat Grant was walking down the hall. Towards her. Nia scrambled immediately, throwing herself behind Kara’s back, clawing a substantial amount of hair across her face in a vain attempt to hide herself.

But, the moment she heard Cat clear her throat expectantly, she knew the jig was up.

Nia straightened automatically. It was weird, under the imposing, unsettlingly parent-like eye of Cat Grant, she didn’t know whether she felt inspired or afraid. Maybe a healthy dose of both. Either way, that look certainly left her feeling motivated not to screw this up any more than she had already.

Despite her career change, Cat still looked as immaculate as every front-page photo Nia had ever seen of her. There was more than a decade’s worth of lines written across her face since their last meeting, and yet the moment her gaze found Nia’s, something seemed to revitalise in her expression all at once.

"Oh. Hello,” Cat said mildly, a fervent glint in her eyes. Something about that look gave Nia the unnerving impression that she was one keyboard away from being the next big scoop. "Don't I know you from somewhere?"

"I have one of those faces," Nia said immediately, forcing a smile. "I - I wish I'd met you before though," she added for authenticity’s sake, "you're one of the reasons I got into journalism." Nia cringed inwardly. God, how ironic was that?

"Is that so?" Cat asked, her gaze totally unyielding. "You didn't minor in performance art at all, did you?"

Nia laughed nervously. "You must be confusing me for someone else."

"Well. That's... quite impossible." Cat’s eyes flickered over Nia’s face, scrutinising every aspect of her expression. Nia held her breath. "Name?"

"My na- oh.” Nia stopped herself short, trying desperately to keep a straight face. “It's um, Nia. Nia Nal."

"Nal,” Cat said, somehow managing to make a single syllable roll from her tongue for an uncomfortable amount of time. She smiled faintly. “I'll have to remember that." She turned her head, pinpointing Kara immediately. "Oh, I see, is this your mentee?"

Nia’s eyes widened. "Yes, yes!" she said enthusiastically, grabbing Kara’s arm with enough force to take her off guard, dragging her quite literally into the conversation. “Maybe that's where you heard about me. Right, Kara?"

"Oh, definitely,” Kara said, righting her glasses where they’d toppled down her nose. “I'm sure I mentioned Nia earlier. Although, she's not so much a mentee now as an equal. She's incredibly talented."

"I don't doubt it." Cat’s next smile felt more than a little bit challenging. "Only the best get hired here, after all."

"Right," Nia agreed with forced cheer.

"Well,” Cat said curtly. “If you're as good as everyone is saying you are, Nia, then we must talk some more before my flight.” Cat looked at her again. “Join us for dinner."

Nia spluttered, folding her arms tightly over her chest, rocking forward on her heels. "Uh, y’know, I think I have plans."

"That can be rearranged, I'm sure."

Cat’s tone of voice gave zero room for argument. Nia’s face fell. Oh god, this wasn't an offer – this was a demand.

Did Cat still have the power to fire her for saying no? Was that something she'd actually do? From what Kara had told her about Ms Grant’s somewhat unforgiving nature, it certainly suggested it was possible.

"I- sure,” Nia said weakly, clenching her hands in defeat.

Cat smirked. "Excellent. Eight o'clock sharp. I hate tardiness.” She turned from them both, gesturing offhandedly in Kara’s direction. “Kira can text you the details. I look forward to learning all about you, Miss Nal."

The second Cat was out of earshot, Nia practically collapsed into Kara’s side. She grabbed desperately for her friend's arm, far too aware of the fact her legs might betray her at a second's notice. "Please make sure I don't say anything that breaks the spacetime continuum,” she begged.

Kara’s lips finally crumpled into a smile. "You know, you sound just like Brainy."

"Kara!"

"It's alright," Kara said quickly, wrapping her arm around Nia’s back. "I'll be with you every step of the way. Nothing’ll go wrong, I promise.”

Yeah, Nia thought exhaustedly. For the sake of their secret identities, it better not.

#supergirl #supergirl fanfiction #nia nal #kara danvers #cat grant #kara zor el #brainia #my asks #my prompts #vanessa-is-a-geek #i mean would it break spacetime if cat was to find out in the present? probably not. #also lbr cat probably already knows everyone's secret identities by this point #but the point is the super friends don't know that 😂 #but yeah i wanted to write that previous prompt first just to clear the air in a sense that kara knew what had gone down in midvale #also writing for cat grant was a lot harder than i thought it'd be guess it's been a while since she's graced our screens #which is honestly a crime 😢 #but anyways enjoy!

[afaimsarrowverse]

Arrowverse-Spin-Offs, we would like to see:

„Arrow“ and „Black Lightning“ are done, „Supergirl“ is in its last season and „The Flash“ and „Legends of Tomorrow“ will probably be over rather sooner than later. So it’s time to look at some potential Spin-Off-Ideas and the reasons why we won’t see any of those happening. But hey, I have been wrong before. The last time I did such a list, I wrote that Warner would never allow a „Superman“-Show to happen, because of them wanting him exclusive for the movies, even though at this point the Powers that Be were already working on getting „Superman & Lois“ on the way (because they have been working on that since around „Elseworlds), so maybe in two years one of those shows on this list will actually air at The CW:

Atoms: Since Ray has left „Legends“ I have been missing him, and since Crisis was the last we ever saw of Ryan Choi, yes, I still want „Atoms“, starring both Ray Palmer and Ryan Choi and their respectice wives, sciencing their way out of every problem and superheroing a little bit at the side. Yes, Fairy Godmother Nora would be a challenge to put into that concept, but if someone really wanted to find a way to integrate that storyline in the show, they could and if not, they could just do away with her powers off-screen. To bad Brandon Routh and Berlanti Productions did not part under the best terms and that the reason they got rid of him in the first place was that they couldn’t afford him any longer, so this one is not likely to ever happen. Also, I am not sure too many people are actually interested in a whole show about the Atom. Even if there a two of them.

Canaries: With „Green Arrow and the Canaries“ not picked up, they could return to this fan-favored concept: A solo show for Laurel and Dinah. Ditch the Future Crap or wrap it up in the Pilot, let them live in the present again and be a crime fighting double act. Or just set in the future, if you must, and let Dinah keep her club and just say good bye to the Queen-Kids. But since both actresses waited for a year to star in a show, that was not happening and said no to jobs because of that and the plotthreats of the „Green Arrow and the Canaries“ Backdoor-Pilot are still up in the air, it is very unlikely that we will get to see this one.

ThunderGrace: They should have aimed for that show instead of „Painkiller“, they might have had better chances to get picked up with it. Anyways, giving Anissa and her new wife Grace their own show, set in a different city of course, would go great with certain protions of the „Black Lightning“-Audience and might even attract new viewers. Having Jennifer and TC guest star regulary would also be great. Sadly this won’t happen of course, „Black Lightning“ already was very much Anissa’s story, giving her her own show would be like continuing „Black Lightning“ just without Jefferson, so it would basically be the same and therefore The CW would not go for it. Also, as long as „Batwoman“ is around, they would not do a second show with a lesbian Superhero Lead, who fights streetlevel, and since Season 2 also not one about a lesbian Superhero Lead, who is black on the top of that. So sadly, not happening.

Guardian and the Sentinel: „Supergirl“ is not getting a Spin-Off, but if we could choose, only Jessica Queller would go for the „Midvale“-One. Having Alex Danvers and Kelly Olsen als crime fighting partners in every sense on our screens would be great. Yes, the title might need some working on, but the concept would be great. They would probably operate outside of National City, there might even be a way to get the military angle in somehow. However as with „TunderGrace“, thanks to „Batwoman“ this one will never get made, because neither Alex nor Kelly have superpowers. Too bad.

Daughters of the Demon: I am very aware that I am the only one, who wants this Spin-Off. But I still want it. A show build around Thea Queen and the Al Ghul-Sisters (and Roy Harper of course) and their dealings with the League of Assassins in all forms and shapes. Katrina Law is of course not available right now, but the main reason we will never see a show around Thea, Nyssa, and Talia is that no one except me is really interested in it.

Dreamer (and Brainiac-5): This one has probably the best chance of ever happening from everything on this list, but given that it wasn‘t done anywhere outside this year’s Pride-Special, means that there probably are no actual plans for it. Anyways, a show about Dreamer with Brainy at her side, probably set in a new city rather than National City, would be great. Nia is still very new to the superhero-game, just finding her feet, and her romance with Brainy can go to many more places. But after the backlash in regards to „Batwoman“, The CW is probably hesitant to dare making a show about a transhero starring an actual transwoman. Nia might rather get moved to „Legends“ or „Superman & Lois“ or get to guest star on „The Flash“ next season than get her own show.

Next Gen: Mia Queen did not get her own show, when she was teamed up with the Canaries. However if you were to team her up with the Tonado-Twins and a Super-Spawn (not the Kent Twins though), she and Dig’s kids might just get another chance for their own show with William as their tech support. However the death of „Green Arrow and the Canaries“ makes that very unlikely, addionally we don’t know what will happen to Nora and Bart on „The Flash“ yet or where they will go with Kara or Clark for that matter in the future. And show set in the future would also cement that future, which would limit all the other shows somehow in storytelling terms, which might have been one of the reasons „Green Arrow and the Canaries“ was not picked up, so don’t hold you breath for that one.

Hall of Justice: Crisis established the League, but in a few months, only Sara, Barry and Clark will be left. But Nate is probably not the only one who applied for a seat. This one would of course have to take place between seasons or star everyone expect the heroes, who currently still have a show. I did name it „Hall of Justice“ on purpose, because there are many reasons, why this would never happen with the other name, but to be blunt, it would probably never happen under any name. However, this would be a good way to actually end the Arrowverse. To do a mini-series, where the League assembles after the last or most of the old shows are done. This could be one last Crossover with the potential of Follow Up- Features, if someone would ever want to make more of it.

An Anthology-Show:

 Originally „Legends of Tomorrow“ was supposed to be an Anthology-Show, and while the decision to make an acutal show instead was the right one back then, the Arrowverse has grown since then, and the idea to do an Anthology-Show to keep it alive is actually a No-Brainer. Instead of whole Seasons, it would be better to go for Two-Parters, Three-Parters, Four Parters and even One Offs though, in order to get more stuff done in the span of a season. The main reason this will not happen is money of course - without standing sets this one would be hard to pull off, but I think it is necessary at this point. And they could even do only two arcs per season or  only a hand full of episodes. This is where they could wrap up the open stortythreads from the failed Backdoor-Pilots – „Green Arrow and the Canaries“ and „Painkiller“ –and also where they could test out new Spin-Off Ideas, they could do my entire list here, plus more, like Slade and his sons, a story about the Hawk s, one about Kate Kane, or even Brandon Routh’s version of Superman etc. They could even go back and do in-between episodes about forgotten and dropped storylines, to which they never got around, like Roy’s death and resurrection or Rip’s founding of the Time Bureau. Additionally this is where they could do the Annual Crossover, they would not need to sacrifice episodes of the other shows, but instead air the Crossover as the Mid-Season Replacement in its own show, followed by some other storylines. But like I said, money is not on the side of this one.

 Bonus: Show that will air on HBOmax instead and therefore can’t happen for the Arrowverse:

John Diggle, Space Cop:

 This would be the Arrowverse Version of „Green Lantern“ and with a „Green Lantern“ Show heading to HBOmax it will of course never happen.

Hellblazer:

 Not too long ago this was my top-bet for a new Arrowverse-Spin-Off, given that Matt Ryan’s „Constantine“ left a lot of unresolved storylines behind, but now that a new version of „Constantine“ with a younger John Constantine as the Main Protagonist in it, is heading to HBOmax, Matt Ryan’s version of the character may even be scrapped from the Arrowverse for good in the soon future. Let’s hope there is room for both versions of the character, but a Spin-Off for the Arrowverse is very much not happening any more.

Booster Gold (and Blue Beetle):

 Wait, you might say, since when is Booster Gold getting his own series on HBOmax? Well, he was at least planned to get one. Alongside „Green Lantern“ another show was announced back then, remember?„Strange Adventures“  was supposed to feature Booster Gold. And while it has become kind of quite around this project, it was not officially scrapped. Given that it is very unlikely that we will ever get to see an Arrowverse-Version of Booster Gold instead, much less in his own show, and with „Blue Beetle“ getting his own show on HBOmax as well, Ted Kord will probably also never pop up in the Arrowverse, and Michael and Ted will never team up alonside the Legends. Too bad.

#Arrowverse #Potential Spin-Offs #Stuff we wanna see #Arrow #The Flash #Supergirl #Legends of Tomorrow #Black Lightning #Batwoman #Superman & Lois

[apveng]

Kara Oh Kara

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

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“That was so much fun. I had missed this.” She heard Barry say before pausing and adding. “Ugh! I mean, of course you are not… you know…”.

“It is okay.” S’lynn assured him, her voice full of sympathy. “It happens.”

Alex sighed and shook her head. They are not supposed to be talking so openly about

that which shall not be voiced

. A good thing they were in the lab and she had made sure it was completely bug proof.

Barry didn’t wait around for long before he left. It must be hard for all of them-- Barry, Kate and everyone else--to work with S’lynn and realise how good she is at imitating their friend.

She was working day and night—at least whatever time she could steal from Hope—on SK to spare them as much pain as she could. She was already halfway through. She had tested her solution on a few of M’gann’s troops and so far, the failure rate was 30%. Some aspects of the test’s criteria are working. She just needed to finetune the others.

If only M’gann, for reasons beyond Alex’s comprehension, hadn’t pulled S’lynn from the project a couple of days back. M’gann had said that S’lynn’s involvement as a test subject would be a drag on the league’s activities as well as on SK. Yet, strangely enough, there didn’t seem to be any reduction in the time S’lynn spent with her.

No, not with her. But in the lab.

Alex let out a long breath.

Whatever.

She had gone through two weeks of this and she would be able to do a few more. And, since her revelation last week, it had been easy for her to just tune out S’lynn unless she was getting some data from her. Even when working closely together, it was easy now to see her as just another colleague.

“Ouch!”

“Alex, what happened?” S’lynn was by her side in an instant, looking at her bleeding palm in alarm.

The expression tugged at her heart.

She is not Kara, Danvers. Focus.

“It is just a small cut.” She answered. “And, it is my fault. I had brought that knife to check for something and forgot to put it back.”

“It is okay. You are working so hard.” S’lynn said in that soothing voice Kara employed all the times Alex had been hurt.

Oh, Rao! Not again.

“Do you want me to call Brainy? I mean, Director Dox?”

“What? No. I can take care of this.” Alex replied absently as she examined her palm. “Just do as I direct.”

“Okay.”

To her surprise, S’lynn pulled on a pair of gloves—no, not one pair, but two—before helping her with the cut. She hadn’t known her new colleague was a germaphobe. And, when did she get the first aid kit?

Alex eyed S’lynn as she tied up the bleeding palm.

What was with the look on her face?

That concerned expression was so Kara, it hurt. And, not the concern Kara had for other people either. No, this was the look Kara reserved for Alex.

How had she figured that out?

S’lynn was wearing gloves, so Alex couldn’t even touch the bare skin to ground herself. Thankfully, after her revelation last week, there had been only a couple of times when she had needed that. Not any in the past couple of days. Now, her winning streak seemed to be over.

S’lynn stepped back from her. “How does it feel?”

Alex looked at her hand. “Well, I am okay, now.” She examined her colleague with something akin to admiration. “I didn’t know you were a medic as well.” The first aid had been administered with the expert hands of a physician or a nurse. Surprising given S’lynn’s obvious discomfort with touching a bloody hand.

S’lynn coloured and murmured. “I learnt quite a lot of things on the field.” She moved away to fiddle at a microscope at the other end of the lab.

Great! Now, how am I going to touch her?

With a sigh, Alex returned to her work. She would just have to find some other way to deal with her unease. May be, this was for the best. She was getting too used to having a real-time temperature (and heart if she was honest) check. It was time she got over it.

Hopefully, there won’t be many more of these episodes in the next couple of weeks. By then, they would be ready to root out infiltrators and from there, it should be a short path to freedom.

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“She is so like Kara, it is unbelievable.”

Alex looked over at where S’lynn was playing with Hope, Nia, Brainy and Maeve’s five-year old, Aram. They were all at Kelly and Jaya’s for a game night. J’onn and M’gann had insisted and ignored all of Alex’s protests. Apparently, it was necessary for their cover.

“Yeah?” She poured herself a glass of coke and, for the first time in years, wished that it was something stronger. “Well, I find it very easy to tell them apart. I told you Kel.”

She couldn’t keep her eyes on her daughter playing with the stranger. It hurt too much. If she had been sensible, it might have been Kara.

Because of her, Kara will never see Hope; Hope will never get to grow up in the comforting arms of one of the best people in the universe.

Kelly reached over and took the glass Jaya poured her. “Yes, Alex. You told me. She doesn’t look at you the way Kara looks at you.” She shook her head. “I don’t know. I have seen the way Kara looks at you.” She shrugged. “And, I didn’t see a difference tonight.”

Alex grimaced. “I am sorry, Kel.”

“Come on.” Kelly said squeezing her shoulder. “Water under the bridge. That is not my point. The point is, I can’t tell them apart.”

Alex laughed. “She has been training, that is why. Besides, who knows Kara best, you or I?”

Jaya touched Kelly. “If you guys were hoping to fool anyone, you aren’t doing a great job of it. Discussing confidential details so openly, really honey?” She rubbed Kelly’s shoulder and murmured something into her ear.

Whatever she said, Kelly changed the subject. Thank God!

Alex’s eyes moved to observe J’onn and M’gann. They were sitting with Will and Andrea, chatting and talking; occasionally calling out a word to the others. It gladdened Alex’s heart to see them so happy in each other’s company. At least, something good came out of this fiasco.

As she watched, J’onn called over something to Nia and then stood up. “Alright everyone. We are here for game night, so let us start.” He smiled down first at S’lynn—who looked a bit too excited for Alex’s taste—and then at the kids. “The kids are waiting.”

Alex wondered at his obvious affection for S’lynn. It wasn’t pretense. She could see that.

They must have known each other from Mars.

“I pick Querl.” Nia said before anybody could say anything. “And Jaya.”

“Will and I are a team. And pick Aram as our third.” Andrea declared. Before Alex could get a word in edgewise, M’gann had picked J’onn and Kelly. She was left with S’lynn and Hope. How had that happened?

“Why are we teaming up as couples?” She protested. “That is not fair, and it is not fun.”

“We are not all couples, Alex.” Andrea pointed out. “You and Kara…”, she barely stumbled at the name, “are not a couple. Neither are J’onn and M’gann.”

S’lynn came over to her and nudged her shoulders. “Come on. It will be fun. I am not a bad partner.”

Alex rolled her eyes. They barely knew each other. What kind of partners would they be?

Hope tugged at her hands. And smiled at her with all the light in the world reflected in her grey eyes. “Kara is wonderful, Mommie. We will win, I am sure. Don’t worry.”

She gave in. “Okay.”

Soon they were seated around the table in the living room, Hope in S’lynn’s lap—refusing Alex’s offer of her own arms (the girl would surely be the death of her)—S’lynn by Alex’s side and everyone else arranged as per their teams.

The first round was going to be a jeopardy style quiz. Each team had to select a member and they had to provide the answer on something related to other members of the team.

Used to the insanity—despite her reticence, she was dragged to one of these nights every few months—Alex tuned out.

Mostly.

She only paid attention when she heard Kelly ask S’lynn, “Alex’s favourite movie.” A lost point, that. She would have to console Hope.

“Terminator III.” S’lynn answered instantly. Alex’s head jerked up at the answer. “How did you know that?”

“What?” S’lynn looked confused, then to Alex’s surprise, fearful.

“How did you know the name of my favourite movie?” Alex asked coolly. She didn’t like her privacy invaded.

“I must have heard it somewhere.” Was the vague answer. Before she could pursue the matter further, J’onn provided the explanation. “I told her Alex. It was best to give her some personal details.”

“Right.” S’lynn bobbed her head vigorously. “J’onn told me.”

Alex threw a glare at J’onn. Hope reached over and pulled at her arm. “Mommie, what is wrong? We won.”

Pushing away her irritation, she smiled at her child. “Yes, precious. We did.”

Alex watched like a hawk as the round went on. S’lynn answered most other answers incorrectly. As did she.

Naturally.

Even J’onn didn’t know everything about her. And, she barely knew S’lynn—Alex had glared every time S’lynn had acted as if Kara’s fact was her fact, so she had wised up and stopped doing that.

By the end, they were trailing others by a hundred points. Hope looked at the verge of tears, though she was valiantly trying to hold them back and comfort S’lynn for her missteps. And cheer Aram whose team had won.

Alex was proud of her daughter.

Eyeing their daughter, Jaya spoke up, smiling. “How about a last question? Aram’s team is of course the winner but may be our team and Hope’s can have a fight for the runner’s up, yes?” She rubbed her palms together. “Let us make the game exciting.”

This was why she liked Jaya. Despite coming into Hope’s life only two years back, Jaya could read Hope just as well as her and Kelly. And had an eye to Hope’s happiness as much as either of them. She couldn’t have wished for a better third mother for Hope.

Of course, that may not help this time, as it was Hope’s turn. And, how much could a five-year old know about her mother? Or, a stranger she has never met before. She prayed for an easy question. Something about her favourite colour, maybe.

Aram looking important, as only a five-year old could, stood up to ask his question. “What was Aunt Alex’s first school project?”

Damn!

Hope looked so sad, S’lynn spoke up. To what end, Alex had no idea. “You know, Aram. That was a great question. Wow!” she smiled at Aram. “Since it is so tough, could you allow Hope a helpful hint?”

“I don’t want a hint.” Hope said her voice determined. “It is not fair.”

The adults didn’t offer an out. Aram, after thinking about it, nodded, his little face full of a child’s generosity. “I am okay with that.” He looked at Hope. “It is only fair, Hope. You helped me last Thursday, remember?”

Bless the kids.

“However, Aunt Alex can’t help.” He added. “You can take help from Kara.” Nia reached over and patted her nephew’s hair. The kid did have a decent sense of justice and fair play.

The trouble though was that, they didn’t have a solution to the problem. Her daughter’s team would still be the loser.

Eh! Nothing to be done about it.

The kid and S’lynn moved away to discuss the answer. Alex couldn’t help an inward grimace at her daughter’s hopeful look. She prepared to comfort the kid, and then sat back stunned as she answered.

“A specimen of Mommie’s cat’s blood that she said was an alien species. Don’t worry Aram.” Hope added seriously. “She didn’t hurt the cat. Just took a few drops of blood from him using a needle and then gave him a sausage afterwards. She also, gave, what is that Kara? Some report.” The kid’s face brightened. “Blood group report. Grandma helped her.”

Alex didn’t catch the rest of what happened. She could only nod, dumbstruck, as Aram looked over at her to verify the answer was correct. The people were talking around her, but she didn’t hear anything.

How did S’lynn know that? J’onn couldn’t have told her. He couldn’t have known that little bit of her history himself.

She felt J’onn’s arm on her shoulder. “Your mother told me once long ago.” He nodded at S’lynn who was swinging an excited hope. “And, I projected the answer to S’lynn just now. I was touching her, remember?”

Breath, and life, returned to Alex. “J’onn, you shouldn’t have. That is cheating. Poor Aram.”

“Aram’s team still wins.” J’onn smiled. “I just didn’t want Hope’s evening ruined. It is just a game Alex. Let them enjoy.” He nodded at the kids. S’lynn was taking them on a triumphant progress around the living room; each seated on one of her shoulders. A feat none of her friends but the Martians could have managed.

The expression on her daughter’s face pulled at Alex’s heart.

It was so full of joy.

What would she tell her after a month when S’lynn returned to Mars?

How would she manage Hope’s disappointment?

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“What do you mean, I shouldn’t meet Hope again?” S’lynn exclaimed, her voice—Kara’s voice—full of indignation. It only irritated Alex.

“I meant that you shouldn’t.” She emphasized “shouldn’t” for good measure. “meet Hope.”

“Alex!” S’lynn seemed to be scrambling for a decent counter. At least, that is how it seemed to Alex though who knows, given that she was wearing Kara’s skin. Her own expressions might be different.

She pulled her thought back from that direction. It was a rabbit hole of suspicion and resentment. And for what? Only because her kid had taken to this woman as if she was her long-lost mother. In any case, that had nothing to do with her decision.

“Hope loves you. If you keep meeting her, she will get too attached. And, it will hurt her badly when you leave for Mars. I can’t have that. Besides, it is not like we hang out off work anyways.”

S’lynn’s face brightened. “Hope loves me?”

Alex frowned at her colleague. What has gotten into S’lynn? Where was the soldier she had met the first day? “Did you hear the part where I don’t want her to get hurt?” She turned away, unable to see the disappointment on that beloved face. “And, I didn’t mean she really loves you, loves you. She just met you.” She grimaced and allowed a concession. “But, she does seem to like you.”

“I won’t hurt her Alex.” S’lynn came back into her field of vision. “I promise.”

“It is not up to you.” Alex pointed out, this time meeting the sincere blue eyes. “When you leave, she will be hurt. And, I, and not just I, but Kelly and Jaya as well, can’t bear to see our kid hurt.”

As expected, S’lynn’s face fell. And, it hurt.

Alex asked, curiously. “What is it to you, anyways? She is just a strange kid to you.”

“She is such a lovely kid. She reminds me so much of myself, Alex.” Was the baffling answer.

“How could she remind you of yourself?”

“The way she struggles being part human and part alien. The way she needs to remember to not use superpowers in strange company…” S’lynn’s voice took on a distant tone. As if she were somewhere else. Or, lost in memories. “It is all so familiar.”

“I didn’t know you had noticed.” Bringing up a five-year old half alien, especially a half Kryptonian with such a wide range of powers, was tough; especially on the kid. Alex did have regular training sessions, as did Clark and his sons. Still, she knew that sometimes Hope messed up. Thankfully, never with any significant or visible consequences, even in school. But, keeping her powers to herself among people, even people that knew about her, was a strict rule Alex and her other mothers had impressed on her.

How had S’lynn noticed?

She pushed the question away. Five-year-olds make mistakes. It must be obvious to soldiers.

She didn’t know whether to feel gratified or bothered by S’lynn’s obvious affection and concern for Hope. She felt a bit of both. And, none of that really changed her mind. But, before that, “Why is being a halfling familiar to you?”

S’lynn appeared startled. It took her a while to answer. May be bringing up unwanted memories? “I had met a few halfling kids when I was younger.” The way S’lynn couldn’t meet her eyes told her all she needed to know about the pain the memories induced. “I had some friends who struggled growing up.”

Was she talking about kids with Green and White Martian parents? Must be when she knew J’onn.

“I am sorry.” She said after a small silence. “I am sorry for what your planet is going through. I really am. And, if I could help, I would. But, please. I cannot risk Hope’s happiness.”

S’lynn looked as if she was searching for an answer. She did find it, eventually. “It is necessary for Earth’s survival, Alex. You heard J’onn. We need to behave as if we are Alex and Kara, super team.”

“I am not convinced anyone would be checking such minutiae.” Alex countered.

S’lynn met her eyes steadily. “Can you be sure of that? Would you be willing to risk the planet—Hope’s life along with that—on that?”

Damn it!

“What am I going to tell her about you? I can’t tell her you are my colleague. I have never had her meet my colleagues. How will I explain your leaving to her if I tell her you are a friend?” Alex shook her head. “It is just too complicated.”

S’lynn gave a small smile. “Just tell her I am your girlfriend.” A curious expression flitted across her face. “If you tell her we broke up, she will understand the cultural connotations. Even kids pick that stuff up.”

Alex stared at S’lynn flabbergasted. “What? No. Pretend girlfriends, is that what we have come to?” She paced, with difficulty, in Kelly and Jaya’s small kitchen. “Besides, how will it even fool the enemies? Didn’t you say they know all about me and Kara? Kara is my sister.”

“Foster sister, adopted in your teens, isn’t that so?” The pointed nature of the question unsettled her. She had come to terms with her feelings long back. But, how could a stranger know?

S’lynn though wasn’t finished. “I am sorry.” Her expression sobered. “It is just that for my preparation, J’onn gave me a lot of details. He implied that you had feelings for Kara.” She paused and then added. “And, Kara for you.”

J’onn!!! When this was over, she and J’onn were going to have a long talk.

“Yes, I did have feelings for her.” Alex gritted out.

S’lynn looked into her eyes intently, moving with her when she tried to turn away. “Did or do? Do you still love…” She paused and then asked softly. “Do you still love Kara, Alex? Or, is it all in the past?” The blue eyes were full of an intensity that compelled Alex to confess the truth.

“Yes. I do love Kara.” She exclaimed. “Are you satisfied? What is it to you anyways? I don’t think Kara loves me. Not…” Her voice trembled. “That way.”

She took deep breaths to steady herself. God, this woman. She had just regained her equanimity, and now, it was gone again.

So much for the touch therapy. The intimacy of the question meant she couldn’t even bear to touch S’lynn now. She didn’t know what kind of signals it’d sent. How much it’d open her to ridicule.

“I am sorry.” S’lynn said softly, crouching to meet her eyes as she bent in half to find her bearings. “I know you are in pain. And, if I could…” She broke off, looked away for a moment, and then continued. “Alex, hold on for just a little while longer. Please.” Was that tenderness in the blue eyes? Surely, not.

“Why a little while longer?” She asked to buy time.

S’lynn looked hesitant, but then explained. “We—that is M’gann and I—think there is an infiltrator among the rebels. If our suspicions are correct, it could be bad Alex. That is the reason why we are risking Hope getting hurt and…well, a lot of other things.” She finished vaguely.

Infiltrator.

Alex looked at S’lynn suspiciously. Her behaviour had been pretty different this past week. In fact, ever since M’gann announced that she would not be a part of testing any more. Could she be?

“No, Alex! I can’t believe this.” S’lynn looked startled. “How can you think I am the infiltrator?”

Am I so easy to read?

Alex focused on the question at hand. “Well, your behaviour has changed since last week.” She opened her first finger. “You no longer allow me to touch you.” She circled S’lynn. “You have turned germ-phobic. Or, blood phobic.” Her third finger opened. “You were a professional soldier when I met you. Now, you act like one of the worst undercover agents ever.”

“What?” The voice was full of righteous indignation. “I can do undercover.”

Perhaps it was the familiar expression and voice, but that brought back memories.

Alex glared at her colleague. Or, was she the infiltrator? “You are different. I am not convinced you are the same S’lynn I met three weeks ago. What have you done with her?”

Her hands went to her hips.

Damn! She didn’t have her gun at the ready. She should have kept it. Now, her friends and her daughter might be in danger, and she could do nothing. She moved to the knife rack.

“There is no reason to panic.” S’lynn paused. “Alex. Please. I can prove to you that I am not an infiltrator.”

“How?” Alex kept a few feet between them and tensed her stance to move at a moment’s notice. She should have covered the door to the living room, but her position made it difficult.

“J’onn!” S’lynn exclaimed. “J’onn can prove it. You know that there is no pretense in mind meld. He can join with me and show you I am no infiltrator.” She raised her arms as if to prevent Alex from doing something stupid. “Just stay away from the knife. I know that you have figured out a way to join with J’onn too, so you could tell if J’onn is J’onn. May I call J’onn please?”

She had chanced up on the way to mind meld with J’onn when she had been searching for a mental block that kept empaths out. Thank God she had because in these times, it was her sanity.

She nodded.

It didn’t take long for J’onn to confirm that S’lynn was S’lynn and had no ill intent towards Alex, Hope, or her friends and family.

Finally, after he had gone back to the living room—raising his eyebrows at their lengthy hold out in the kitchen—S’lynn looked at Alex.

“So? Girlfriends?” S’lynn nudged her shoulder. “Come on. I could be fun.”

She could never say no to that hopeful expression. No matter how much she told herself it was not the real Kara.

“Pretend girlfriends.” She corrected. And, tried to ignore the little jig her heart did when S’lynn, in Kara’s form and voice, let out a little whoop.

“You know, I have to talk to Kelly and Jaya.” Alex said trying to curb her colleague’s baffling, if gratifying, enthusiasm.

S’lynn sobered. “Tell them it is very important for the planet.”

Alex snorted. Right. Kel will believe that. But, she knew S’lynn would bring in J’onn and M’gann to convince them. It was pretty much a done deal at this point.

She couldn’t wait for this trial—this pain as S’lynn called it—to be over.

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Notes: Hey! I took artistic liberty—in a fanfiction—and made Hope Half Kryptonian. 😊It was just easier and finding some other alien with heat vision.

#Kalex

[magewriter]

Baby Danvers

Kalex Day Six: Kink Alphabet

Friday, 11/22 - Kink Alphabet - A kink from any letter from the word “Supergirl”: pregnancy

I own nothing. I also apologize for nothing.

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Alex stared at the little stick in her hand.

It was positive. She was pregnant.

The procedure had worked.

She was pregnant.

Alex sat down on the closed toilet seat and tried to remember to breathe. She was pregnant. She needed to let it settle in her mind before anything else.

Kara was going to be ecstatic. The Kryptonian was also going to put Alex’s overprotective tendencies to shame. The agent didn’t even want to contemplate what her mother, J’onn, and the rest of her insane family would do.

She was going to end up killing someone by the end of this. She just knew it.

At least her family would help her get away with it.

Well…Kara would at least.

“Alex?” Kara’s voice drifted towards the bathroom from the bedroom. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” She called back to her wife.

“Fine as in okay of FINE?” She asked after a moment.

“A little bit of both I think?” Alex admitted uncertainly.

“Can I come in?” The door was closed. Alex was well aware that Kara had undoubtedly already looked through the door.

“Yea, please.” Alex held up the test.

Kara’s face fell. “Oh, Alex…I’m sorry.” She had her human wrapped in her arms before she could say anything.

“No, no, Kara,” Alex shook her head. “Look at it.”

Kara took the test from her, reading the result. She read it again before looking up at her partner.

“You’re pregnant?” Her voice and face were filled with something akin to awe. “It worked?”

Alex nodded, feeling tears come to her eyes. “Yes, I’m pregnant.”

“We’re going to have a baby.” Kara dropped the test in the sink so she could gently wrap Alex in the tightest hug she dared, her own happy tears trailing down her cheeks. “We’re going to be parents.”

“We are,” Alex nuzzled into Kara’s neck. “We really are.” She chuckled. “Everyone’s going to fight over who gets to be godparents.”

“We’ll figure it out.” Kara swept Alex into a bridal carry. “Now, we celebrate before we tell everyone.”

It took them a week to decide how to tell their extended friends and family the good news. They had decided to wait until after Alex’s doctor’s appointment to confirm it, just in case the test had been wrong. It would not have been the first time.

“Maybe we should just send out a mass e-mail instead,” Alex looked over the stacks of boxes. “Did your mother’s get there alright?”

“It did, and Lena’s already got everything ready to go.” Kara said, reaching for one of the stacks to double check they hadn’t forgotten anyone.

Who knew one could privately buy bulk key-chains?

“Of course she does,” Alex rolled her eyes. Lena had been watching her like a hawk for the last three weeks. She and the doctors involved were the only ones who knew they were trying again. “At this rate, we’re going to need to name the baby after her.”

“Alexandra Lena Danvers is a perfectly suitable name,” Kara defended.

Alex rolled her eyes at the thought of naming her child after herself. “She’s going to argue that it should be Lena Alexandra for having to put up with both our shenanigans.”

“We already decided she gets to be godmother.” Kara said with a smile. “Along with Winn, Lucy, Sam, and Jess.”

“Our kid will be able to get away with murder and no one will ever know it even happened.” Alex joked, leaning back against Kara.

“Kids,” Kara corrected absently, arm wrapping around the woman in her lap.

“Right,” Alex touched her still flat stomach. It wouldn’t remain that way for much longer. “We ready for this?”

“Yes,” Kara replied. “Let’s go.”

The trip to L-Corp (because the security there put even the DEO to shame at times) was short. Alex briefly mourned the loss of her ability to drive her bike, but it was worth the trade off.

Lena was waiting for them when they got there. She hugged both of them.

“Most everyone is hear,��� she told them, “we’re still waiting for J’onn and the rest of the PIBs to get here.” Ruby had coined the term ages ago; the rest of them had simply adopted it.

“Good, but why are you down here?” Kara looked her over. “Did someone say something?”

Lena shook her head. “No, but if I had to listen to one more theory about this meeting I was going to throttle someone. Or possibly throw them from the balcony. I haven’t decided yet.”

Alex laughed. “Come on, before someone does something stupid.”

“I already had Jess lock all the liquor cabinets in the building. No one can get in the labs either.” Lena had taken every precaution she could think of. With their group, there was no such thing as overkill.

“Finally!” Sam spun in her chair. “Are the rest here yet?”

“Calm down, we’ll be told eventually.” Eliza spoke calmly. “J’onn just texted that they are on their way.”

“Yea, but we want to know now!” Ruby pouted at them. Yes, she was getting to miss half a school day for this but that didn’t mean she wasn’t curious.

“Not going to work,” Kara told her. “But, you can help me pass these out.”

Glad to be given something to do, the teenager got up and took one of the bags Kara was carrying. She was even more curious now that presents were involved. Presents of varying sizes even, given the ones for Eliza, J’onn, Winn, Lucy, Sam, Jess, and Lena were larger than for the rest.

James and Nia arrived shortly after they were done passing out the boxes. The group from the DEO was next. With everyone who could be there in person had arrived, Lena turned on the monitors. Clark and Lois, little Jon balanced on his dad’s lap, and Martha Kent took up one screen. Barry and Team Flash waved from another. Felicity grinned at them, her own daughter on her lap as Oliver and the rest of Team Arrow were arrayed behind her. Sara, Ava, and the rest of the Legends were dressed in period garb but were all clustered around the camera on their end. Alura was by herself, but her smile was wide and genuine as took in her daughters and their found family.

“Alright,” Kara was fairly bouncing in place. “Everyone can open their gifts now, and then we’ll tell you what this is about.”

Permission given, everyone with a box tore into them. Lena nearly burst into tears when she read the t-shirt her box contained. Eliza, Alura, and J’onn did start crying.

“Are you serious?” Winn squeaked.

“It worked?” Lena looked at them. She was clutching her ‘World’s Smartest Aunt’ shirt to her chest. At the moment, she didn’t even care about the ‘godmother’ and ‘aunt’ keychains still in the box.

“It worked,” Alex confirmed. “I’m ten weeks as of today.”

“Congratulations!” Barry hugged Kara tightly. “I’m going to hug you, please don’t kill me.” He hugged Alex as well. She laughed at him, amused that she still terrified him after all this time.

Team Flash was laughing over their connection. Barry had barely gotten his ‘uncle’ key chain before he had run out in excitement.

“Congrats Skirt,” Mick muttered, turning to search for a beer. He slipped the keychain into his pocket. It wouldn’t due for them to see that he was touched at the gesture.

Alura held the t-shirt as if it were made from the finest silk. She didn’t have words to say how happy she was at this turn of events. Her only child was to be a mother! She was to be a grandmother!

“Your father would be so proud of you,” she said, “you both must come visit once she is born.”

“We will,” Alex promised. “After all, one of the twins will be named after you.”

“TWINS!!!” Several people shouted.

“Twins,” the couple confirmed.

“Alexandra Lena and Alura Elizabeth Danvers-El,” Kara announced. She smiled at her wife. It had taken some effort, but she had won Alex over on the names. Both of their mothers were honored, as was their best friend.

“I am going to make so many clothes,” Winn whispered to himself. He was clutching his shirt and ‘godfather’ keychain to his chest as if someone was going to snatch them away from him.

“Are you certain that they’ll both be girls?” Ava asked. She still wasn’t used to being around tiny children, so the ‘aunt’ keychain she had received was causing her some anxiety. She had no idea how to be an aunt.

“No male chromosome,” Alex explained, motioning between her and Kara. “So unless something happens we didn’t think to account for, they’re girls.”

“Good, then we’ll start out numbering the batboys.” Ruby declared.

Clark laughed. He would need to forward that comment to Bruce. “We’ll save Jon’s baby things to pass down.”

“Same,” Oliver agreed, not to be outdone by the Boy Scout in blue. He was honored to be named honorary uncle, just as he was touched that they had included William and Mia both as ‘cousins’.

“Have you chosen Godparents yet?” J’onn asked. His granddaughters would be the most protected babies in the city.

“Lena, Winn, Sam, Lucy, and Jess.” Alex told them. “Non-negotiable.”

The ‘meeting’ further devolved into a party. Jess actually unbent enough to hug Kara, touched and honored that she was chosen to be godmother. A smart move on their part, she thought.

Someone would need to make sure the rest didn’t go overboard.

It took two and a half months before someone got the bright idea to try and kidnap Alex for leverage over Supergirl.

They lasted all of two minutes once Supergirl and the Martian Manhunter caught up to them.

At five months, someone else tried to do the same for revenge against Kara Danvers.

It didn’t work any better for them.

Everyone got a bit of stunned laughter when it was learned that Lillian Luthor sent a ‘strongly worded’ reprimand to both parties outlining why they were idiots. That put them all on guard.

Lena nearly drove Alex around the bend with the amount of security features she tried to add to their apartment. Alex firmly drew the line when the woman outright offered the entire floor below her penthouse for them to move into.

“Lena, no.” Alex turned to her wife. “Kara, no.” She turned to everyone else gathered for a family dinner. “No. We’re not doing it. Both attempts were nowhere even close to here.” She crossed her arms over her rounded belly, feeling one of the babies kicking. She hoped in agreement and not reprimand.  “Need I remind you, Lena still has at least monthly assassination attempts. I’m also mostly on desk duty, not even lab work and nothing in the field.”

“Those are just the two that were successful,” Jess pointed out. It had taken some doing, but she had finally accepted more of an active role in the Superfamily. “At current, there have been a total of seventeen attempts to kidnap you as an ally of Supergirl and nine as the wife of Kara Danvers.” She continued to tap away at her tablet. “My mistake, one of the kidnap attempts for Mrs. Danvers was actually the dropping off of a pre-baby shower gift from the Sirens.”

Alex thunked her head on the table. “I’m perfect capable of protecting myself and my babies.”

“We know that,” Kara was quick to reassure her. “We’re just concerned. Alex, Poison Ivy offered to plant killer plants as a security feature after the first attempt. Livewire offered herself as a guard under house arrest. Half our friends have offered either security measures or pre-emptive strikes.”

“All of you are blowing this out of proportion.” Alex tried to argue. “Pam makes that offer to pretty much everyone she considers a friend at some point. Livewire gets bored and like to bother us. All of our friends are being over-protective.” She looked up long enough to glare at all of them. “I never want to hear another word from any of you about me being overprotective.”

“I don’t think they are,” Jess flipped her tablet around to show Alex what she had brought up. “Agent Vasquez just updated the information.”

There was a thump and a curse outside, a cheery ‘I got it!’ that sounded as if it were Barry, and then silence. A moment later, both Kara’s and J’onn phones chirped with an incoming text.

Alex thunked her head to the table again. “This is ridiculous.”

Lena sipped her glass of wine. “It might be, but we all have perfectly valid concerns. Need I remind you, that my mother has yet to make her play.”

“Fine,” Alex felt well played. “We’ll do it. But this is it. No more.”

Kara patted her shoulder. “We’ll do our best.”

When Alex saw the well-appointed nursey, she grit her teeth and said nothing. She hacked into the security system to run her own tests instead.

At seven months, she was put on bed rest. She growled the entire time, but Kara stood firm.

“It doesn’t mean you have to stay in bed the whole time,” she tried to reason. “It just means that you need to slow down.”

“I’ve already slowed down!” She glowered at the blonde. “Now I can’t even do fucking paperwork! None of the recruits are even slightly terrified of me anymore. I can’t even put on my own boots!”

“Hey, hey,” Kara hugged her. “The recruits are totally still terrified of you. And you needed new boots anyway.” She kissed the side of Alex’s head. “You hate paperwork.”

“It was something to do,” Alex pouted. “What am I supposed to do all day?”

“Well…”

“Kara, what did you do?”

“It’s more of a gift from Mom?” Kara dashed out of the room, coming back with a medium sized dog following her.

“…Alura sent us an alien dog.”

“Yes,” Kara nodded. “His name is Krypto, and he’s already housetrained. You already know all the commands, even if your accent is terrible.”

“Gee, thanks.” Alex eyed the dog eying her right back. “Does he have powers?”

“He does,” Kara said. “But I already thought of that! Kryptonian dogs are slightly telepathic and very intelligent. He understands where and when to use his powers.”

“…this is your addition to the already obscene amount of security features.”

“Technically it’s my mother’s addition.”

“Technically,” Alex rolled her eyes. “Okay. He can stay.” The dog began wagging his tail, approaching Alex now that he knew he could. She stroked his head, sighing. At least she wouldn’t be by herself.

Krypto proved his worth when Lillian finally made her move at eight months.

The woman had taken into account Supergirl, Lena, several of their wide group of friends and allies, and even a few of the ‘villains’.

She did not take into account a furious canine that decimated the entire group she sent to take Alex into custody while she was engaging Supergirl elsewhere.

“Good boy,” Alex praised him, scratching his head.

Krypto wagged his tail hard enough to shake his whole hindquarters. He knew he was a good boy who had done a good job. It was still nice to be told so.

“Alex!” Kara flew in thru the window. “Are you…” she trailed off. “Good boy.” She patted the dog on the head. “I’ll take them in.” She smiled widely at Alex. “Lucy and Vas have already taken Lillian into custody.” She quickly texted Lena and J’onn. “And now they can inform her that her goons failed.”

“Um…Kara?”

“What?” Kara looked up, taking in her wife’s paling features. “Alex?” She dashed to her side. “What is it?”

“I think my water just broke.”

“Oh Rao.”

Alexandra Lena and Alura Elizabeth Danvers-El were born seven hours later in the DEO Medbay. Alex, exhausted, leaned against Kara as they held their daughters. They both already had tufts of dark hair and people were betting on if they would keep the blue eyes or not.

“Their perfect,” Kara whispered softly. “You’re perfect.” She pressed a kiss to Alex’s head.

“Yea, they really are,” Alex was holding her namesake. “I kinda want to do it again.”

Kara chuckled. “I think that might be the meds talking.”

“Maybe,” Alex agreed. “But next time, it’s your turn.”

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[lets-break-free-from-our-chains]

My Undying Love For You Part 1

Roan x Grounder!Reader

Summary: (THIS IMAGINE HAS BEEN UPDATED AS OF 09/17/19!) reader is from the Obsidian Mountain Clan; A.K.A Obsidimounkru and comes to polis with her chief/ambassador(who looks and acts like Lagertha from Vikings) because she is the chief’s second and the chief sees her like the daughter she never had. There she meets Roan who is completely smitten with her. She’s smitten with him as well, but because of her undying loyalty to her people she doesn’t act on her feelings for him. He does though, because he’s determined make her his. She also meets Queen Nia of Azgeda and very, very surprisingly the queen actually likes her because of her strength of her heart, mind, soul, and body. Her undying loyalty, and skills as a leader are only a few of the many things that drive Roan’s passion and need for the reader. Now holding the knowledge that his mother approves of the woman he chosen, he’ll do whatever it takes to prove to the reader that the risk is all worth it.

(A/N): There’s not enough Roan in the world which, I can safely say that everyone who is reading this one-shot can agree with me. Please listen to the song “Winter in my heart” by Vast - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KO9BMAbiOfc! It’s an amazing song and really sets the story’s mood. I listened to it while I wrote this one-shot. Oh, and thank you so much for taking the time to read my story, it means so much. Really, it does. -xoxoxo

(Word Count: 2.4k)

The movement of your horse, Artemisia, helped to calm your nerves. You would be meeting with the commander of the 13 clans in a short time. The first thing you could see was the looming tower in the center of Polis; standing in the distance as your group of fellow warriors rode through the forest. It felt strange to have all these trees surrounding you. You felt like you barely had enough room to breathe. You missed the obsidian rocks and black coal of the Obsidian Mountains and the open plains of the valley, the mountain hovered over.

You missed the heat of the shadow mountains’ rocks, warmed by the volcanoes around the mountain, beneath your bare feet; the blueish grey skies above your head. The sun already ever showed itself in the mountains, but thankfully it did so in the valley; where your clan grew its crops. You also missed the smudges of charcoal and dirt left on your body from exploring the valley; you were forced to wash it all off, so you looked presentable to meet Heda. You felt bare and exposed without it, and even worse, you felt disconnected from your home; the Obsidian Mountains.

 Even though you were homesick you couldn’t deny your excitement of going to polis once again. You had only gone to Polis a few times in your life. You have never left the shadow valley for any other reason. You have never even been to any other clan territories with fellow warriors or your mentor and chief.

 You stopped at the top of the hill and turned your horse around a little so that you could gaze at your homeland. You could see the jagged mountains and volcano from there. Most people wouldn’t have seen it as a wise decision to build a life there, but almost villages where up in the mountains. The few that were near the base of the mountains, and those people were the ones to farm the valley.

  You gazed fondly at the obsidian filled mountains. Your mentor, the clan Chief, Getha, must have seen you stop and look at the mountain because she turned her horse around and made her way towards you; only to halt and settle beside you.

 “I know you miss home, (y/n). You’ve only been away from home a few times in your life and you’ve never been away for long. However, I believe this will be good for you. Your already (Y/A) name days and you must learn more about your fellow clans and how important the Coalition is. How the Coalition keeps the peace.” Getha said, she was always gentle but, stern and strong with you.

 She took you in and raised you as her own after your parents were killed in a battle against another clan, when you were only 6 name days old. A time before Leksa kom Trikru became commander and started the Coalition. That was one of the reasons you were such a diehard about the Coalition. It kept the peace between the 12 clans. Well as much peace as you can have when it comes to the clans.

 Getha has said on a few occasions that you were like the daughter she never had, though she is somewhat gentle to you she’s not really one for mushy moments. Sure, she protected you as much as she could without making you look weak, and she made sure that after training you weren’t beat up to bad. Other than that, she was a strong, fierce, and a somewhat ruthless Chief.

 Although you don’t see anything wrong with that. she’s your idol, she was your second chance at having a mother, she’s your mentor, and she’s your Chief. You would choose her as your chief over a weak spineless chief any day.

 You nod as you looked a moment longer at the mountains before you turned your head in her direction. She had a soft smile on her face; a rare one she reversed only for you. “I know, and I’m excited to be going to Polis. I mean if I want to be a real warrior, I should leave home at some point. I can’t wait to meet, Heda and the other 12 Clans.” you say, returning her smile with one of your own. “Good.” She stated, “Now. Let’s catch up with the others.” you nod in agreement and turn your horse in the direction of Polis once more and nudge your horse forward, storming after Getha’s racing form.

(Time Skip; Polis)

You looked around in wonder at the city of Polis as your horse leisurely strolled through the streets behind Chief Getha. You didn’t think it would ever matter how many you come to Polis; you will always be left in awe. Yes, it was rough looking and worn down but, it was far grander than anything you had ever seen. However, you were unaware that you had caught the eye of a certain Azgeda prince training with his fellow warriors.

 (Roan’s P.O.V)

Roan had been training when he noticed warriors from the Obsidimounkru had arrived in Polis and were making their way to their clan’s housing. However, that fact became unimportant when his eyes settled on a young woman. She had long (h/c) hair that was intricately braided and her (e/c) eyes shined brightly as she looks around in wonder at the city. She was without a doubt the most beautiful woman he’d even seen and, it took ALOT to catch his attention the way she had. The leader said something to her as she slowly came out of her trace. She looked at her leader and sat up straight as pole in her saddle, watching her leader like a hawk as she gave a sharp determined nod of her head. he smirked at her eagerness; she must be a second to a seasoned warrior. He hoped he would see her again before she left for her homeland.

When Roan turned around his mother was standing beside him, effectively startling him. The Queen’s mouth twitched upward at this. “What do you want, mother?” Roan said, trying to salvage what dignity he had left.

 “She must be something special for you to forget your surrounding so easily” his mother commented, “I been standing here for the pass five minutes waiting for you to answer me back.” Roan’s cheeks tinted to a light pink;

 “And your question was….” he said, his words trailing off. She turned to face him and look at him with a thoughtful look.

 "I asked if you would be accompanying me to talk to Heda.” She said, though Roan got the feeling she also wanted to ask him another question now. He sighed and nodded his head.

 “Good, then let’s go.” She said sternly, forever the one dealing out commands. He rolled his eyes as she walked past him but, trailed after her anyway.

 (Your P.O.V)

After you and your fellow warriors settled into your living space, all of you conversed with other warriors of your clan that were already in Polis. You were surprised how much it looked like home inside the housing area. Other warriors were asking you about what was going on in your homeland and asking how your training was going.

 “My, how you’ve grown!” One of Getha trusted warrior said, “Seems like the last time I saw you; you were this high!” she said, holding her hand out next to her hip. You laughed and said,

 “Surely it hasn’t been that long, Saxa!”

 She smiled and slung her arm around your shoulders as you both turned and walked to the main room of the housing. Getha was there, sitting at a table with a few other warriors talking; when she saw you, she stood up and made her way over to you, “Are you ready to meet Heda, (y/n)”

 You let out a nervous sigh and nodded. Saxa held you tighter and let out a loud laugh. “Of course, she is, Getha! (Y/n)’s the bravest of us all!” She bellowed, throwing her head back while laughing.

 Saxa has always be a free spirted person. She loved to laugh and joke around but, if you pissed her off, she was a force to be reckoned with. You had always loved that about Saxa; she was the right amount of loving and the right about of fierceness. She’s all the sunshine you’d ever need in Obsidimounkru. Getha had a slightly exasperated look in her eyes but, smiled never-the-less. “Let’s move out then.” Getha said.

 Luckily you were within walking distance of the Commander’s Tower and you all reached it in no time at all. You stood between Saxa and Getha as all of you took the lift to the top floor were Heda would be. As you reached the top floor Getha spoke,

 “Now, I know you already know this but, bend the knee to Heda once we’ve entered the throne room, be respectful, and address her only as Heda.” you nodded to Getha and, she gave a small smile as the doors to the lift opened.

 You walked down the Hall to the double doors where a few guards were standing and, upon reaching them, they opened both the doors; allowing you to enter. There she sat, with sunlight shining around her, beautiful and blinding; all while radiating strength and power. There were two others in the throne room besides the guards and Flame-Keeper. A man who looked to be in his late 20’s and a woman who looked old enough to be his mother.

 ‘Azgeda.’ You thought to yourself as you saw the markings on their face when they turned towards you. The woman looked at you and you saw her lips twitch upward as she looked at the man. You look towards the man who was staring at me with a foreign look in his eyes. No one has ever looked at you the way he’s looking at you right now and you couldn’t really describe it.

 You turned back to Heda Leksa and, as Getha and our fellow warriors begin to kneel, you quickly followed, as all of you greet her at the same time. “Heda.” your group says in unison. The bald man, dressed in a robe with tattoos on his head, beside her looks pleased at this.

 “gyon op, gonakru. Monin hou ge Polis” Heda Leksa spoke. you rose from your kneeled position and stood before her as Getha nodded. “Heda, Yu get in ai os ba, ai na bilaik yu ge hit op ai seken, (y/n) kom Obsidimounkru.” Getha nodded to you. You bow your head to the commander, “Heda” you say. Heda Leksa gave you a small smile and nodded her head in greeting.

 Getha began speaking to Heda about the Obsidian Mountains and Valley; giving the recent reports of it. Once they were done speaking, Heda Leksa excused herself and Getha began speaking with the Azgeda woman. Getha turned to you and said, “(y/n), this is Haiplana Nia and Hainofa Roan kom Azgeda. Haiplana Nia, Hainofa Roan, this is (y/n) kom Obsidimounkru, my second.”

 The Queen. You had heard a lot about her and most of what you heard was not good. You bow your head to them “Haiplana Nia, Hainofa Roan.” You said. they nodded to you and then the prince spoke, “Would you like to take walk with me around Polis, (Y/N)?” he asked. You looked surprised before looking to Getha and, she gave a nod. You turn to Roan and smiled, “Yes, I would love to Prince Roan.”

 As you both left you began to talk. You found that the two of you had a lot in common though you did have a lot of differences. However, you thought these differences complimented each other perfectly. You joked around and continuously flirted with each other but, nothing more. Your shared banter came easy and as more time passed you became more and more fond of him. The only problem being is that you two were from different clans.

 As you came to Obsidimounkru housing you both stop and turned to each other. You were able to really look at him now and boy was he a sight for sore eyes. he had shoulder length brown hair; half of his hair tied but out of his face. he had a trimmed five o'clock shade with traditional Azgeda markings, and the prettiest blue eyes. he was very muscular, and he held himself with pride and confident with a little arrogance but, hey, you always had been attracted to guys with confidence.

 "You know, I’ve really enjoyed our time together, (Y/N).” He said, his gruff husky voice did wonders for you and, the way your name rolled off his tongue sent shivers down your body. “I was wondering if maybe we could do this again as a date?” you hesitated, you were already so fond of him and now he wanted to court you. You couldn’t make up your mind, your heart was telling you hell yes but, your mind was telling you hell no, stay loyal to your clan.

 "I don’t know. I mean it would be different if we were from the same clan but, that not the case.” you said, completely unsure of yourself for the first time ever. He looked worried as you said this. Worried that you would turn him down for sure.

 "I’m not saying we should go get married right away.” He says, ‘Though I would be completely okay with that’ he thought.

 “I just asking for one date and if you still feel the same then that’s fine.” You look away as you purse your lips together while eyebrows furrowed in thought. Roan smiled at your thoughtful face and thought 'That’s adorable.’

 You finally look at him and say, “I’ll think about it, Roan.” he nodded his head, a little disappointed you didn’t make your decision right away but, he was just happy you didn’t say no.

 You start walking up the steps of your clans housing and when you reach the door you turn around to see he’s still staring after you with that indescribable look in his eyes “Roan,” he nods his head to show he’s listening, “I really enjoyed our time together, as well.” You said and turn around to head inside. You missed the big smile on his face. 

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Trigedasleng:

Heda- (the) Commander

gyon op, gonakru. Monin hou ge Polis. - Rise, warriors. Welcome back to Polis.

Heda, Yu get in ai os ba, ai na bilaik yu ge hit op ai seken, (y/n) kom Obsidimounkru. -Commander, you know me well but, I would like you to meet my second, (y/n) of the Obsidian Mountain Clan.

Haiplana – Queen

Hainofa – Prince

Azgeda - The Ice Nation

Obsidimounkru- The Obsidian Mountain Clan

Polis - Capitol for all 12 Grounder Clans, Home of The Commander

Kongeda - The Coalition

#king roan x reader #king roan imagine #prince roan x reader #prince roan imagine #prince roan #king roan #king roan imagines #prince roan imagines #roan x reader #roan kom azgeda #roan of azgeda #azgeda imagine #azgeda imagines #the 100 imagine #the 100 roan imagine #the 100 roan #the 100 #imagine the 100 #the 100 imagines

[joelandryus]

Never Have “Bad Luck” Again

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We interrupt your regularly scheduled article filled with practical strength training and nutrition information to help you build a healthier body without resorting to miserable dieting tactics or grueling workouts to bring you this important message about bad luck, soggy hiking boots, and a bit of optometry.

Imagine for a moment you and I are going on a hike together on a midsummer afternoon. We choose a trail that cuts through a thick forest.

As we begin, I comment on the remnants of trash littering the entrance of the trail. “Stupid people who are too lazy to throw away their garbage,” I grumble. Minutes later I point out the poison ivy that edges the trail, and then the venomous snake sunbathing a few yards past that and say, “Ugh, I hate snakes and poison ivy. Those could ruin this day quickly.”

An hour into the hike the trails winds through the pine needle covered forest floor and I remark on the suffocating humidity, scorching sun, the thorns that tear into my shins, the blister forming on my left heel, and the fatigue setting in. We approach a swollen stream and cautiously tip-toe across on the exposed rocks. Despite our efforts we both slip and have a foot submerge into the water. “What else could go wrong!” I fuss as I shake the excess water out of my soggy boot.

I am, apparently, miserable. But not you. A smile has been glued to your face since the hike began.

When I saw garbage littering the trail head, you spotted flowers blooming in the sunshine squeezing between the trees. When I whined about the poison ivy and snake you filled your lungs with fresh air and watched a hawk soar above the treetops. When I bellyached about the oppressive humidity and heat you soaked in midsummer’s beauty and her bounty. While I complained about getting tired and my blister collection and scrapes, you welcomed the invigorating challenge. When I was cursing my soggy boot, you kept walking and laughed with each squish of your saturated foot.

And there we were. Two people on the same trail, in the same situation. Yet each of us had two remarkably different experiences. It’s almost like we hiked two different trails.

We’ve all known someone (maybe we are that someone) who claims to be the recipient of never-ending bad luck. It’s like the world singled them out because terrible things always happen to them … so they boldly claim. They get sick; their car breaks down; the air conditioner goes out in the middle of summer on a holiday weekend; their team lost the big game; someone took the last piece of cake at work; they get a nagging injury when they finally start working out. “This stuff always happens to me” is their motto. They fancy themselves a bad-luck magnet.

Break the Bad Luck Streak

Regardless of the choices we face or the events that happen throughout the day, we have two lenses we can choose to view them from. In one hand is the lens that distorts events as being “bad luck” or “shit” or “unfortunate.” In the other hand is the lens that homes in on what has happened, what is — free from distortion or distraction — and gives us the power to glimpse and choose to see “beauty” or “good” or, at the very least, reality. Without any messy extrapolation.

There was a time I frequently viewed events through the “shit” lens. Words like “suck” and “dislike” and “bad luck” and others with a negative connotation would pass my lips. Then I got a little older, a smidge wiser, and realized I could choose which lens to look through. With awareness and practice, I stopped picking up the “bad luck” lens and began choosing to see the good things.

Recommended article: You Owe It to Yourself to Give Fewer Shits

A funny thing happens when we choose to look for the good, the beautiful things. We can see them everywhere, even in unexpected circumstances. Likewise, if we typically laser in on the bad or unfortunate things, we can avert our gaze and look elsewhere or, more simply, erase the “bad luck” or “unfortunate” labels we assign to them.

Bad Luck and Fitness

This website is dedicated to providing health and fitness information that doesn’t suck. You may think this article is a departure from that goal, but you’d be wrong. The same mentality discussed above — choosing which lens to view events — can, and should be, applied to health and fitness.

Did you have a “bad” workout, or was showing up and getting it done a victory?

Did you “fail” when you ate pizza and ice cream and blew past your allotted caloric intake for the day, or did you have a great time socializing and enjoying your favorite foods knowing you’ll get back on track with the next meal?

Recommended article: One Simple Hack to Stop Screwing Yourself Over

Do you have a nagging ache or injury that’s preventing you from working out the way you’re accustomed to, or is this an opportunity to focus on what you can do and improve in exercises/areas you otherwise wouldn’t?

Did you “let yourself go” and gain excess weight over the years and now find yourself hating your body, or are you seeing the compounding effects of previous years of choices and now know you can start walking in a more healthful and rewarding direction?

Do you typically exercise to punish yourself for overeating or for having fat on your body, or will you choose to exercise to make yourself stronger and healthier and a better version of yourself?

No matter what situation you face today, tomorrow, the day after, you will have the choice of viewing the situation from one of two lenses. Which one will you hold in front of your eyes? What will you choose to see?

While you’re here, subscribe to the newsletter. You’ll receive a short email course to jump start your health and fitness journey, and you’ll get insider-only information. Enter your email below.

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[sarahzlukeuk]

Never Have “Bad Luck” Again

Would you rather listen to this article? Use the player below, download it, or use iTunes. 

We interrupt your regularly scheduled article filled with practical strength training and nutrition information to help you build a healthier body without resorting to miserable dieting tactics or grueling workouts to bring you this important message about bad luck, soggy hiking boots, and a bit of optometry.

Imagine for a moment you and I are going on a hike together on a midsummer afternoon. We choose a trail that cuts through a thick forest.

As we begin, I comment on the remnants of trash littering the entrance of the trail. “Stupid people who are too lazy to throw away their garbage,” I grumble. Minutes later I point out the poison ivy that edges the trail, and then the venomous snake sunbathing a few yards past that and say, “Ugh, I hate snakes and poison ivy. Those could ruin this day quickly.”

An hour into the hike the trails winds through the pine needle covered forest floor and I remark on the suffocating humidity, scorching sun, the thorns that tear into my shins, the blister forming on my left heel, and the fatigue setting in. We approach a swollen stream and cautiously tip-toe across on the exposed rocks. Despite our efforts we both slip and have a foot submerge into the water. “What else could go wrong!” I fuss as I shake the excess water out of my soggy boot.

I am, apparently, miserable. But not you. A smile has been glued to your face since the hike began.

When I saw garbage littering the trail head, you spotted flowers blooming in the sunshine squeezing between the trees. When I whined about the poison ivy and snake you filled your lungs with fresh air and watched a hawk soar above the treetops. When I bellyached about the oppressive humidity and heat you soaked in midsummer’s beauty and her bounty. While I complained about getting tired and my blister collection and scrapes, you welcomed the invigorating challenge. When I was cursing my soggy boot, you kept walking and laughed with each squish of your saturated foot.

And there we were. Two people on the same trail, in the same situation. Yet each of us had two remarkably different experiences. It’s almost like we hiked two different trails.

We’ve all known someone (maybe we are that someone) who claims to be the recipient of never-ending bad luck. It’s like the world singled them out because terrible things always happen to them … so they boldly claim. They get sick; their car breaks down; the air conditioner goes out in the middle of summer on a holiday weekend; their team lost the big game; someone took the last piece of cake at work; they get a nagging injury when they finally start working out. “This stuff always happens to me” is their motto. They fancy themselves a bad-luck magnet.

Break the Bad Luck Streak

Regardless of the choices we face or the events that happen throughout the day, we have two lenses we can choose to view them from. In one hand is the lens that distorts events as being “bad luck” or “shit” or “unfortunate.” In the other hand is the lens that homes in on what has happened, what is — free from distortion or distraction — and gives us the power to glimpse and choose to see “beauty” or “good” or, at the very least, reality. Without any messy extrapolation.

There was a time I frequently viewed events through the “shit” lens. Words like “suck” and “dislike” and “bad luck” and others with a negative connotation would pass my lips. Then I got a little older, a smidge wiser, and realized I could choose which lens to look through. With awareness and practice, I stopped picking up the “bad luck” lens and began choosing to see the good things.

Recommended article: You Owe It to Yourself to Give Fewer Shits

A funny thing happens when we choose to look for the good, the beautiful things. We can see them everywhere, even in unexpected circumstances. Likewise, if we typically laser in on the bad or unfortunate things, we can avert our gaze and look elsewhere or, more simply, erase the “bad luck” or “unfortunate” labels we assign to them.

Bad Luck and Fitness

This website is dedicated to providing health and fitness information that doesn’t suck. You may think this article is a departure from that goal, but you’d be wrong. The same mentality discussed above — choosing which lens to view events — can, and should be, applied to health and fitness.

Did you have a “bad” workout, or was showing up and getting it done a victory?

Did you “fail” when you ate pizza and ice cream and blew past your allotted caloric intake for the day, or did you have a great time socializing and enjoying your favorite foods knowing you’ll get back on track with the next meal?

Recommended article: One Simple Hack to Stop Screwing Yourself Over

Do you have a nagging ache or injury that’s preventing you from working out the way you’re accustomed to, or is this an opportunity to focus on what you can do and improve in exercises/areas you otherwise wouldn’t?

Did you “let yourself go” and gain excess weight over the years and now find yourself hating your body, or are you seeing the compounding effects of previous years of choices and now know you can start walking in a more healthful and rewarding direction?

Do you typically exercise to punish yourself for overeating or for having fat on your body, or will you choose to exercise to make yourself stronger and healthier and a better version of yourself?

No matter what situation you face today, tomorrow, the day after, you will have the choice of viewing the situation from one of two lenses. Which one will you hold in front of your eyes? What will you choose to see?

While you’re here, subscribe to the newsletter. You’ll receive a short email course to jump start your health and fitness journey, and you’ll get insider-only information. Enter your email below.

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