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oneshotnewbie · 1 year

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Y/N danvers feels like a burden to her sisters so she packs her stuff out of the apartment she is living with Alex and goes away. There is a big search for her until Lena finds her and talks to her.

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You were tired of sitting on the shoulders of your sisters, they had enough to handle and create in their lives than to babysit you so you decided to put an end to it and leave.

The most important things already packed in a suitcase, you stood at the door of the shared apartment of your eldest sister and you looked around one last time. The times in which you had spent on the couch and watched caustic movies that the redhead really wanted to see, your bedroom that you both designed the way you always wanted it to be before you moved in and all the chaotic moments where the color of the walls landed on your faces instead of on the wall.

You do think that all the laughter that had accumulated over the years was still in the walls, you could still hear them so clearly with every single memory. All these and many other wonderful moments went through all the synapses of your brain before you decided to close the door one last time without ever opening it again.

"Goodbye".

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Exhausted and completely drained from the working day, the DEO agent was happy to be home again and to enjoy a nice rest of the evening with you. But as soon as she walked through the door, she was gripped by an uncomfortable cold and terrible silence she didn't knew.

It felt weird.

The living room she was looking at was swept empty; small personal things of you that always flew around here, pictures with you together that were on the dressers were gone.

Like you've been erased from her life.

An uneasy feeling in her stomach area and the panic that rose in her, let her jacket and her purse, which hung over her arm, fall on the ground. Several times she called your name but when there was no answer to her question just an echo, she walked the last few steps to your room and threw the door wide open. There wasn't a single thing to find that made you stand out - just insignificant stuff.

Panicked, the redhead ran through every single room of the apartment to find a clue about where you were and what had led you to just vanish. While she had also searched the bathroom for you in vain, she walked into the kitchen with her cell phone to her ear. "Come on, Kara. Damn it."

Leaning out of breath against the kitchen counter and nervously tapping the marble area with her index, middle and ring finger at irregular intervals, she listened to the annoying beeping stopping before it turned into her sister´s bright voice. "Alex, what is it? I have an important meeting coming up."

"Y/n is gone."

The agent heard the blonde shift in her chair, concerned about the choice of words, while she cleared her throat to give herself time for a moment´s thought. "What do you mean she's gone? Maybe she's down at the coffee shop doing her-" but Kara did not get the chance to finish her sentence. Alex had interrupted her, knowing what her sister was about to say.

"No Kara. Her things.." Alex hit the counter with her balled fist. Her pent-up energy from work and the growing concern for the youngest Danvers drained through her. "They´re all gone. As if she never lived here."

Kara´s jaw dropped. She got up from her seat at the desk in no time and quickly left the office to fly to the scene where her troubled sister was already waiting for her. Before the blondes feet hit the floor, words started to nervously spill out of the redheads mouth. "Look, all her things.. Gone."

Kara bit her lip and adjusted her glasses. Alex had not brought her here unnecessarily, the apartment was completely empty from your stuff and there was no sign of you.

"This note is the only thing that´s left." the eldest whispered in a low voice and pointed to the place where it was laying. Kara´s worried gaze shifted from Alex to the dresser she was standing a few inches away from. She walked towards it, took the red envelope in her hands and moved towards the couch where she sat on the armrest.

Looking at the envelope and reading her name and that of her sister in block letters, she opened it with shaky hands, took out the piece of paper and began to read it. And all of a sudden it went really quiet in the room. You could hear a pin drop in the silence.

Kara looked up from the paper in her hand to the redhead who had now sat down on the floor and had her legs pulled tight to her chest. Both of them had tears running down their cheeks and both could not believe that you just left like that. Alone without saying goodbye.

Haven´t you three always been a team?

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Shivering from the cold and huddled up to escape the wind, you crouched down by the water near a tree, trying no to stand out or make a sound.

It was relatively quiet in your favorite spot and while it was not safe for you to sit here alone in the dark, the water lapping at the shore brought a soothing sound and calmed the unknown within you.

Lost in your own thoughts, you did not notice the figure slowly creeping up at you, not before the dark, familiar voice spoke your name out loud and it´s shadow grew steadily beside your form. You startled and immediately jumped to your feet. You were ready to run and not look back, your fight or flight mode kicking in, but you calmed down relatively quickly when you understood who exactly was standing in front of you. "Your siblings are worried sick."

"How did you find me?" you whispered and slumped your shoulders in frustration.

Lena stood in front of you. Tall and broad-shouldered, her hands buried in the pockets of her black coat-full of strength yet graceful and charming. Her long, dark hair lay loose over her shoulders, her ears keeping the strands from falling over her face in the wind. Her clothes were simple and not elegant as usual; jeans, a blouse, cuddly ankle boots and a flowing, long coat.

"Remember when you told me that you found a place here in National City that at night looks like the water reflects the whole galaxy?" her voice was deep and warm but had a subtle rasp in it. She looked at you, her emerald green eyes shining in the moonlight and a small smile occupying her lips.

You said nothing and turned your back to her to avoid seeing the disappointment in her eyes. Slowly, you sat down in the spot by the tree you had left in terror and leaned your knees against your chest while throwing flat rocks into the water; starting to hit more waves into it. "Talk to me, honey."

You exhaled deeply and smiled painfully. Crouched, legs drawn up, you just sat there with your arms wrapped tightly around your stomach. You struggled with your thoughts, trying to tell her everything. Words would not make your feelings better, you learned that the hard way. "There is nothing to talk about."

"You know lying won´t work in my presence, honey," the head of L-Corp stepped closer to you and sat down on the cold floor next to you. Wrapping her coat tightly around her body, she cleared her throat before speaking again. "No matter what you tell me, it stays with me. I promise."

"Alex and Kara are so busy with the DEO, Supergirl and CatCo," you swallowed hard and bit your lip anxiously. Your eyes were focused on the water, surveying every wave that hit the shore while tears started to well up in your eyes. "I feel like a burden on top."

Lena looked at you with her head tilted to the left, considering your statement for a moment and sighed heavily. She had already figured out the reason for your disappearance when she got Kara´s desperate call for help and now she had confirmation of her suspicion.

"You know that is not the case. They both love you more than anything on this planet."

"Sometimes I think it would be better for both of them if I was not here." you replied in a whisper. You found it difficult to say and talk about it but it was the truth after all. For weeks you have been imagining whether Alex and Kara would have a happier an much simpler life if you were not here with your illnesses to care for. "I am just annoying. They worry about me when they work and take care of me when they get home. They do not have time for themselves or for love because they are busy with me. Doctor visits, hospitalizations, administration of painkillers.."

The black-haired did not say anything and listened to you carefully. Her hand wandered between your shoulder blades, drawing soothing circles on your back before her hand finally came to rest on your shoulder and pulled you into a tight embrace.

"Do not say that, please." she took the word as it got pretty quiet between both of you; the only sound there could be heard were cars in the background. "Your sisters are so lucky to have you and would not trade you for anything in the world, would not want to change a single trait in you. You are perfect the way you are. For all of us."

In her voice, you could recognize the seriousness of her words and your tears almost pushed to the surface. You did not want her to have an outburst of emotion, it was bad enough that you did even drawn attention to yourself again.

You scratched your arm nervously and looked down at your knees. "But.." you felt a huge lump in your throat and your voice broke. She shook her head frantically and pulled you even closer as she watched the tears run down your face.

You quickly hid your face in your hands. She gently brushed her hand a few tangled stands from the sides of your face and she leaned over your bend form to rest her head on your back, giving you to the maximum of support and affection she could offer you.

"I do like you to know that I am always here, if you ever want to talk" she whispered to you as you let out your thawed emotions in her arms. "But please do not ever run from us ever again."

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owl-with-a-pen · 29 days

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Kara had been juggling so many duties over the last few days, it had really started to feel like she had a secret identity all over again. Her fingers had been a constant blur across her phone screen, so much that she’d jumped into several meetings without knowing what they were even about or – for that matter – that she had meant to have been leading them. She could have gotten away with that as Kara Danvers, but people tended to notice when Kara Zor-El got distracted - probably because it usually meant an Earth-wide threat was imminent.

She’d already had to reassure five separate co-workers that wasn’t the case, even going as far as cutting her final editorial meeting thirty minutes short so that everyone could start their Fridays early. Maybe that just made them more suspicious of her, but she was running out of time. Alex had already sent her three warning texts:

Car’s packed up, where are you?

Don’t make me call a DEO emergency just to get your butt out of there!

⌚👈🏻 ???

Kara rolled her eyes, catching her tongue between her teeth as she scanned the most recent notification. She sent a quick ‘OMW’ before slinging her bag across her shoulder.

She was halfway out the office door when a voice stopped her in her tracks.

“So, any plans this weekend?”

Kara froze.

Cat Grant usually spent her Friday afternoons lamenting all the charity dinners and extracurriculars she’d be forced to attend while Kara nodded along with a well-practiced sympathetic grimace locked in place. She’d long since accepted this as a one-sided expectation. After all, Cat didn’t really do small talk. Call it the journalistic disposition, but no question of hers ever came without intention.

She’d posed this particular question with an expectant air, her fingers loosely linked beneath her chin as she watched Kara with cat-like patience from behind her desk.

Kara took a shallow breath, knowing already what those piercing eyes were trying to gauge. “Actually,” she said, treading carefully, “I’m out of town this weekend. I’m visiting my adoptive mom with my sister.”

Cat’s lips twitched with something predatory. She lifted her chin, snatching up a pen from her desk so that she could play idly with the clicker. Every click was as intentional as her question, drilling deep into Kara’s skull. “Ah,” she said, nodding slowly, “and so I suppose one would assume that there won’t be much Supergirl activity to account for, then?”

Kara laughed, fiddling nervously with the collar of her blouse. “Even Supergirl needs a vacation every once in a while. You’ve seen the figures, crime is at an all-time low, National City can last a weekend without me.”

Cat watched Kara without expression, still clicking out a calculated rhythm. “I suppose,” she conceded lightly. “Especially with that new DEO division headed by your… friend, right? John?”

“J’onn,” Kara corrected.

“Yes, yes, that’s the one.” Cat bit her lip. “Wide shoulders.” Her eyes lost focus before she shrugged suddenly, setting down her pen with a prompt snap. “I wonder what he’ll be up to.”

“You know the DEO doesn’t give interviews,” Kara reminded her, trying and failing to hide the strain in her voice. “Not even to Supergirl.”

“Of course.” Cat pondered for a moment, cocking her head. “And the little green one works there too, doesn’t he?”

Kara sighed, the purposeful ignorance wasn’t lost on her, just as Cat had intended. She tipped her head back, resigning herself to the conversation. “What are you getting at, Ms Grant?”

Cat blinked, perfectly innocent. “Just counting heads. I only wonder if we’ll be seeing much of your Super Friends over the next few days… with you out of town, of course.”

Kara pursed her lips, drumming her fingers against the doorframe. “Well, they’re more than capable of managing themselves without me.”

“So, we will be seeing them?”

Kara spluttered. She’d really stepped into that one. “It’s a big city,” she recovered quickly, “I’m sure there’ll be out there somewhere.”

“Interesting,” Cat said, dragging the word out long enough to make Kara uncomfortable. She hummed to herself, running her index finger delicately over the items on her desk until she found her phone, snatching it up. “I need to make a few calls,” she decided, shooing Kara out of the room with her other hand. “Have fun with your—mother.”

Kara took that as her cue, making an awkward albeit flustered goodbye as she elbowed her way out the door. She didn’t try to listen in on the conversation once she was gone – she didn’t need to - Cat had seen through her as plainly as she had her old disguise.

Technically, what Kara had told her wasn’t exactly a lie. She would be seeing Eliza this weekend – after all, she’d been invited to Nia and Brainy’s wedding, too.

It didn’t matter, Kara rationalised as she hurried into the elevator, Cat could call on every source she had available to her and she still wouldn’t be getting this scoop. No one would. Kara had been incredibly thorough about that, using fake names when it came to bookings, throwing out red herrings to rival news outlets, all to ensure that the media didn’t get even one whiff of what was going down. No one was getting a camera into the service on her watch – well, except the photographer, and Kara had already run a series of extensive background checks on her.

As for general media speculation – well, she’d already warned the bride and groom to be that there really wasn’t much she could do about that. Every magazine in the country was currently building up the clicks with Superhero news and, right now, Dreamer and Brainiac-5 were trending across all channels. Cat certainly hadn’t helped with that; she’d sunk her claws into the story the second Dreamer had first been spotted out toting a Legion ring of her own. To avoid public knowledge of future events, the Legion was something of a forbidden topic when it came to interviews and so, for anyone outside of the loop, Dreamer suddenly wearing a ring matching Brainy’s was certainly turning heads.

Engagement had been thrown around hundreds of times, with other outlets outright claiming that she and Brainy had been married in secret. Nothing had been confirmed or denied by either party, but Kara had to admit it– you only needed eyes to see the chemistry between those two. They fought as one entity, complimenting each other’s stances, supporting each other in the field so that they always fell into step with each other. Just last week, Brainy had swept Dreamer into his arms amidst an explosion they’d narrowly escaped and the shot had been headlining every newspaper not twelve hours later. They were anything but discreet and, honestly, Kara had a hunch they were starting to enjoy all the attention. It certainly made her job as Maid of Honour that much harder.

Hiding this wedding was probably shaving years off her life.

At least it would be worth it when she got to see Nia go down that aisle.

When her phone pinged again with a fourth text from Alex, Kara groaned out loud.

You just lost shotgun privilege.

She just had to get there first.

#supergirl #supergirl fanfiction #kara danvers #kara zor el #cat grant #brainia #brainiac 5 #nia nal #my writing #i know i know it's not the wedding fic yet but i had this little scene stuck in my head and it'll probably be how the fic starts.#i've still got a few things i need to shape out but for now enjoy this lil sneak peek #i still maintain that nia and brainy have secret identities post kara's reveal but also that makes the possibility of the media finding out #even more dangerous #also happy easter and trans day of visibility!

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fyonahmacnally · 6 months

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Keys to My Heart

“Hey, Alex.” Kara calls out as she walks into their shared apartment, a confused look on her face. She drops a small cardboard box onto the island in the kitchen and starts rummaging through it. “Look at all the things I found on the rooftop. It’s weird. It seems like something appears every day. I can’t figure out where it’s coming from. No one goes up there except for me. Well, except our friends when we have parties, but you know what I mean.”

The tell-tale crinkle makes its appearance on the blonde’s face as she continues to pick up each item. She fervently sifts through the rooftop haul mulling over the possible origins in her mind. Surely no one in their apartment building is dumping random objects onto their roof, right? She thinks. Nah, It can’t be on purpose. Why would someone put coins and keys up there? Oh, there’s even a ring! Someone has to be missing that, right? Right?!

Alex leans her head back to glance over the back of the couch into the kitchen to see what her sister is going on about. The redhead can see her sister pulling things out of a box with a very bewildered look on her face. When she sees some of the items strewn across the countertop, she can’t help but laugh. She can already tell this is going to be one of those conversations. She sighs and takes a deep breath before pushing up off the couch.

Kara’s incredibly intelligent. When it comes to science, languages, math, history, and almost any other academic topic, she is one of the smartest people around. However, the younger Danvers is sometimes lacking in the more practical knowledge that usually comes from interacting with the world and experimenting with boundaries as a teenager. Unfortunately, Kara didn’t really do any of those things. Her little sister led a pretty sheltered life in a remote country before her parents passed away when she was 12. Then, she was so traumatized when she was adopted that the Danvers may have been a bit over-protective. Yet another thing that didn’t do her any favors in collecting the ‘practical knowledge’ she needed to navigate the world.

“Whatcha got there, Kara?” Alex bemused, wondering what the blonde is going to respond with. “Are you collecting random things off the street? We don’t have much space in the apartment so you can’t go full hoarder on me.” She chuckles as the crinkle on her sister’s forehead gets more pronounced and her head tilts like a confused puppy.

Kara sighs, dropping her chin to her chest before raising her head and her brow at her sister. “Really, Alex? I just told you when I walked in that I found all of this on the roof. You know I’ve been going up there everyday for the past few weeks to feed the crows.” She grins at her sister as they stand side-by-side combing through the loot. She picks up a set of keys and the ring to present to her sister. “They like it when I feed them and I like spending time up there. Anyway, these two things seem to be the most valuable of the odds and ends I found. Someone is surely upset about missing their emerald ring, but the keys to a BMW? Pretty sure someone is outright pissed about that.”

Alex grabs the BMW key fob and key chain from her sister’s palm, looking at it for any kind of identifying information. “You know, you can take this to any BMW dealership and they can get it back to the owner. These fancy fobs store the car’s service information.” She sits the fob back on the counter and picks up the ring, inspecting it for engraving or some other identifier. “The ring is personalized too. You might be able to post online that you found it and that there is an inscription. The owner will know what the inscription is.”

“That’s a brilliant idea, Alex! You’re so smart.” Kara smiles and starts packing all the little trinkets back into her box. Midway through, she stops and looks at Alex again. “Where do you think this stuff came from? We never see anyone up there and I’ve never run into anybody when I feed the crows. Plus, there isn’t anyone that lives in our building that drives a car that fancy. I mean, maybe someone from one of the office buildings across the street, but how would it get on our roof?” She tilts her head to the side and furrows her brow in thought.

Alex has an internal debate about whether she should tell her sister about crows and their gifting behaviors. On the one hand, it would put an end to the ongoing confusion on her sister’s face. On the other hand, this could be so damn fun to watch. She’s in need of some good entertainment. Her life has been kind of empty since she and Maggie split. She grins, she can’t pass up this opportunity to mess with her sister.

“Odd. Not sure how those things would get on our rooftop. You sure there hasn’t been anyone else up there?” She watches her sister finish packing her little collection back into its box and drift off into thought. “I mean, sure you haven’t seen anyone, but that doesn’t mean someone hasn’t been up there. You said most of the stuff just started showing up this week, right?”

Kara nods her head. “Yeah, I haven’t noticed anything until this week. I fed the birds on my lunch break Monday then came back down to finish my afternoon at work. When I went back on Tuesday during my break, there were coins and shiny rocks. Today when I went up to feed them, I found the ring and key fob so I just grabbed everything.” She scratches her head and looks back at her sister. “You don’t think someone is stealing things and leaving them on our rooftop to come back later, do you? I mean, I don’t think that would be a very practical thief, but I can’t think of anything else.”

She does her best not to outright cackle at her sister, but she can’t hold back her laughter so she attempts to turn it into a cough that ends up sounding more like a combination of a horse and a pig. Trying to retain her composure, she clears her throat and slides her hands across her face to shield her amusement. “Why don’t you give it another week and see what happens? In the meantime, you can post the ring on Facebook in one of the neighborhood groups and walk over to the BMW dealership down the block to see if they can find the owner of the fob. Maybe by the end of the week, you’ll have it all figured out.”

The blonde smiles and slides the box off the counter to carry to her bedroom. “That’s a good idea, Alex. I’ll get this mystery solved one way or another!” Kara excitedly stomps off toward her bedroom as Alex just shakes her head in fondness at the adorable idiot.

“This is going to be fun to watch.” Alex giggles to herself and her sister practically skips down the hallway. She should probably feel guilty for entertaining herself at Kara’s expense and maybe she will, but right now, it’s just funny to watch. As brilliant as her sister is, she thought she would have read all about crows. Apparently her curiosities don’t extend to the birds she feeds everyday. Giggling again, she heads back over to the couch to resume her evening, looking forward to what the next week brings in her sister’s bird saga.

Lena is running late. Her morning started with a 6:00 a.m. phone call from a client she never wanted to represent in the first place much less speak with before she’s had her goddamn coffee. Then, Lillian shows up at 7:30, knocking on her door. They are supposed to be having lunch at The Italian Affair, a new restaurant that just opened downtown, but her mother felt the need to ‘check in on her’ via an unplanned house call for a reason she still hasn’t been able to decipher.

Now, she’s driving in downtown traffic trying to get to the office while sipping on a coffee that is definitively not what she ordered. She sighs, exasperated. She knew better than to stop at the chain store and not her normal little coffee shop. Checking her watch again, she groans, at this rate, she is not going to make her 9:30 meeting on time. A perfect way to top off her annoyingly frustrating Thursday.

She presses the call button on the steering wheel of her BMW M8, rolling her eyes at the traffic as she crawls through downtown. “Call Jess.” She speaks into the cabin of the car.

The line rings three times before her assistant’s voice fills the interior. “Luthor & Lane, LLP, this is Jessica speaking. How may I assist you?”

“Good morning, Jess.” Lena drawled. “Has Ms. Arias arrived yet? My morning was derailed by Mr. Langley and followed up with an unplanned visit from Lillian. Now, I’m stuck in traffic.”

Jess chuckles. “Sounds like your Thursday morning started with a bang, Miss Luthor.” Lena can hear papers shifting in the background before her assistant continues. “Ms. Arias hasn’t arrived yet, but I will put her in the small conference room if she arrives before you do.”

Lena lets out a sigh of relief. “Is there anything else I need to know? Did you confirm my reservations with Lillian for lunch today?” She glances around the car in front of her, hoping this traffic will suddenly vanish. At times like these, she wishes she had the ability to portal to places instead of driving.

“Your lunch reservation has been confirmed for 12:30.” Jess hums as she shuffles through the messages on her desk until she finds what she’s looking for. “Most of the messages can wait until you get into the office, but I did get a call from National City BMW earlier. Someone turned in your fob yesterday. I scheduled a courier to pick it up and drop it off this morning so you should have it by the time you arrive in the office.”

“Thank, fuck!” Lena huffed. “I still can’t figure out how in the hell they disappeared. Lucy and I were sitting on her balcony on Monday discussing a case. They were sitting on the table next to my laptop. We stepped inside to get food and when we came back, my keys were gone. We were inside for less than 10 minutes, Jess! How can they just disappear like that?!” She throws her hands into the air in frustration.

Jess laughs, she can imagine her boss with a scowl on her face and gesturing wildly inside her car. “At least someone found it. The gentlemen said all the other keys were still on the ring as well. Don’t forget to return the spare to the safe this afternoon in case you need me to bring it to you again.” She does her best to stifle the smile on her face, but is sure that her boss can hear it in her voice.

“Go ahead and laugh, Jess. I know you want to.” She jokes. “If it was you in the situation, I’m sure I would be laughing as well.” She shakes her head and smiles. The situation is amusing, even if it is still perplexing.

She finally arrives at the office with 5 minutes to spare before her 9:30. Fortunately, Ms. Arias was stuck in the same traffic as she was and hasn’t quite made it yet. She sweeps into her office in a whirlwind, dropping her bag next to her chair and plopping herself into it. Already exhausted and her day just started.

Lucy peeks her head around the corner into Lena’s office with a questioning look on her face. “You okay, Luthor? You seem a little…frazzled.” She makes her way inside her friend and business partner’s office, easing into the chair in front of her desk as if trying not to startle a cornered animal. “Jess said you had quite an eventful morning. She also said your fob got returned to the dealership. What’s the story there?”

Lena huffs and leans back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest. “Yes. My morning has been annoying. I still can’t figure out what Lillian’s angle was this morning. She rarely ever makes surprise visits unless she is scheming.” She groans and drops her head back into her plush leather chair. “I really hope she isn’t trying to set me up on another one of her well-intentioned blind dates again. You remember what happened last time.”

A loud and boisterous belly laugh erupts from Lucy’s small frame. She leans forward in her seat and slaps her thigh with amusement. “Oh, you mean the one with the guy that you said looked like Eddie Munster and Napoleon Dynamite had a baby? What was it you said he talked about the entire time?”

The mirth shining in Lucy’s eyes made her lips twitch up in a smile, but she did her best to hide it. Lena narrowed her eyes at her best friend and cocked her head to the side. “Well, that’s difficult to say, Lane. The first half of the meal was about his collection of troll dolls.” She rolls her eyes and glares at Lucy. “Then, he spent the rest of dessert going on about the appropriate temperature of the storage unit he keeps them in to prevent any moisture or condensation.”

Lucy laughs heartily, oblivious to her friend’s annoyance. “Yes, that’s the one! I cannot believe your mother thought you would be remotely interested in that guy. She has to know your type by now, Lena. All of the men and women you have dated are leagues different than that guy.” She shakes her head and dabs the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes. “Speaking of, you never told me what she said when you called her out about that set-up?”

“Oh you know, the typical Lillian response of ‘he’s from a good family, dear’ and ‘he’s a little eccentric, but he’s nice’... the usual.” Lena throws her hands up in surrender. “I just want to meet someone who’s honest, fun, and a little nerdy. Is that too much to ask?” She sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose.

“People like that don’t just fall from the sky, Luthor. You actually have to go out and mingle in the real world for that to happen.” Lucy chuckles. “It’s not like a bird is going to pluck you for the sidewalk and drop you into their arms! Live a little, Luthor.”

A soft knock sounds on the open door to Lena’s office as Jess peeks her head inside. “Ms. Arias is waiting for you in conference room 2, Miss Luthor. Good morning, Miss Lane.” Lucy smiles and nods at Jess before taking her leave. “The file you need is on your desk underneath your messages. Would you like me to sit in on the meeting?”

Lena grabs the file and flips through it quickly before grabbing her coffee and promptly sitting it back down after remembering how terrible it was. “Yes, I would like you to sit in on the meeting, but can you get rid of that atrocious excuse for coffee and grab me some from the kitchen on your way?”

“Of course, Miss Luthor. I will be right behind you.” Jess smiles and quickly disappears as Lena takes a deep breath, heading to the conference room for her first meeting.

Kara sighs. It’s been a really long morning filled with nonstop work on a sci-fi novel from one of her newer clients. As much as she loves her work, she needs to take a break. She left a high paying corporate investigator job after she got burned out. Too many years of 60+ hours a week on top of her side job. She’d spent years doing proofreading, copy editing, and ghost writing on the side for extra money. After a while, it started bringing in more work than she could keep up with. After her burnout at her corporate gig, she decided she wanted something different. Here she is working from home, choosing her own clients, and making her own schedule. It’s nice.

Plus, she still picks up the occasional corporate investigation client too. Mostly work for attorneys. Well, one attorney, really. Lucy Lane. She and Lucy became friends when her cousin Clark started dating Lucy’s sister. They don’t see each other much, but they do text regularly and Lucy’s office is across the street from her apartment so when they work on a case together, it’s very convenient. That reminds her, she needs to check in with Lucy so she sends the brunette a text before she looks back at her computer screen with a huff of exhaustion.

She’s been working non-stop all day and her eyes are starting to feel crossed from staring at her screen for so long. She’s almost done with this manuscript so she’s been trying to power through until the end. The desire to get it back to her client before the end of the day has been driving her, but it seems her eyes have other plans. Leaning back in her chair, she groans as her back pops and cracks after being in the same position for hours.

“Okay. I need to take a break.” She says to her empty apartment. Shaking her head and laughing she pushes herself away from her desk. “And now I am talking to myself.” She swings by the kitchen to grab the leftover Italian food from the fridge and pop it into the microwave. Then she gathers the things she needs to feed the crows and sits it next to the door. Once she has everything she needs, she heads to the roof with her lunch to take a much needed break and to feed her new bird friends. She briefly wonders if she’ll find any random treasures up there today.

When she opens the door to the rooftop, she smiles. The sun is bright, the sky is a sparkling blue, and the little plants she brought up here give the area a nice little pop of color. There’s also a little table in the corner that has a little umbrella that she stashed up here. That’s where she heads to eat her lunch and enjoy the nice mild weather. She’s just barely finished her lunch and is basking in the sun's warm rays, when the first of the crows makes an appearance.

Kara smiles. She reaches down and grabs the food she brought for the birds and makes her way over to the edge of the building. For a moment, she just watches the majestic creature. Their eyes meet and Kara realizes how much intelligence the crow’s eyes hold. There is an understanding there that is almost startling. She holds her hand out, her palm filled with fruits, nuts, and vegetables. As many times as she has fed the creatures, she’s never offered it from her hand and she’s interested to see what happens. She can tell the bird is hesitant, but she’s got all the patience in the world.

Her patience pays off. The crow she has affectionately been calling Raven in her head slowly steps closer to her hand and quickly grabs a piece of fruit before hopping away to eat it. That happens several more times before more birds show up. A peel of laughter bubbles inside Kara’s chest and floats past her lips as the birds eat from her hand. She’s placed more food on the ledge of the building and just watches with wonder as they feast on the treats she brought. The blonde settles in to watch the interactions and antics of her new pals.

Lena is frustrated. This day has been trying her patience from the start. Her last client meeting ran 30 minutes longer than it should have and now she is running late to meet Lillian for lunch. One of the things her mother hates most is tardiness. Her relationship with Lillian hasn’t always been stellar, but they’ve managed to get along reasonably well since both Lionel and Lex are gone. That doesn’t mean Lillian’s snarky tendencies don’t still shine through at times. Of course that generally brings out her own snark and sarcasm - something Lillian has always frowned upon. It still occasionally gets a little nasty between them, but they’ve learned to rein it in over the years.

When she finally gets parked and makes her way into the restaurant, she can see the irritation all over her mother’s face. She pauses at the hostess station and takes a deep breath before making her way to the stoic woman. Pulling out her chair and taking her seat, she smiles across the table at her mother and apologizes for her tardiness. Surprisingly, there are no petty comments or snide remarks. That alone makes Lena feel uneasy.

They make it through the meal without any underhanded remarks or any snarkiness. It isn’t until Lillian is signing the receipt for their food that the real reason for her mother’s presence at her home this morning is finally revealed.

“So, are you seeing someone?” Lillian asks, a neutral look on her face. “Francois mentioned you have been coming home late a lot recently.”

Lena does her best to contain the urge to roll her eyes at her mother, but they have a mind of their own and she feels them nearly roll into the back of her head. She pinches the bridge of her nose for what feels like the 100th time today and sighs. “Mother, why are you talking to the doorman of my building about my comings and goings? No, you know what, I’m going to be filing a complaint. He has no business speaking to anyone about my private business.” She glares at her mother. “Including and especially you.”

A small gasp escapes Lillian as Lena rolls her eyes again at her mother’s feigned offense. “I’m just a concerned mother worried about her daughter’s well-being.” She places a hand on her chest for added effect, again causing Lena to roll her eyes. “Don’t take it out on Francois. He probably thought you talked to me more about your life.”

“Mother, stop being nosey and stop probing into my private life. I am not seeing anyone. I don’t need your help getting dates and I’m perfectly happy with my life.” She sighs and starts gathering her things to escape this personal inquiry before it turns sour. “In case you have forgotten, I co-own one of the most successful law firms in the city. I don’t have time for your meddling in my personal life. Now, if you will excuse me mother, I need to get back to work.”

They both stand and give their customary air cheek kisses before they part ways. Lena mumbles under her breath about her meddling mother the entire way back to her car and throughout the drive back to her office. She lets out a breath of relief when she parks in her space next to her office building. Finally, she can get some peace from her busybody, gossipy mother. Deep down, she knows that Lillian is trying to show that she cares, but there are so many other ways to go about it. Why she is suddenly focused on her love life is something she can’t figure out. At least she has escaped it for a few more days. She leans forward to press her now throbbing forehead onto her steering wheel and prepares herself for the rest of her busy day.

Grabbing her bag and her keys, she steps out into the glowing sun of the breezy afternoon. She wishes she could bask in the warmth of the rays for a bit before she steps back into her office, but work awaits. Locking her car, she steps onto the sidewalk heading to her office. Her phone starts ringing so she steps to the side and pauses at one of the benches along the sidewalk. Sitting her keys beside her bag, she fishes her phone out to see Lucy’s face staring back at her.

“Hey Luce, what’s up?” Lena says just as a black bird lands next to her bag on the bench. It startles her a bit, but she doesn’t think much about it. “I’m almost back in the office. I’m on the sidewalk out front.”

She barely gets those words out of her mouth before the creature staring at her from the bench snatches her keys and takes off. At first she is so stunned that she can’t speak. That quickly morphs into a tirade of profanities that has Lucy laughing.

“Lena, what the hell is going on?” Lucy chuckles again.

“Dammit, Lane. It’s not funny! A goddamn bird just flew off with my fucking keys!” Lena angrily spit back at her through the speaker. “I’ve gotta go. I think I know where the little thief went.”

Lucy was still laughing pretty hard on the other end of the phone. Lena just growled and hung up. She was pissed. It makes her wonder if this is how her keys disappeared on Monday. They were sitting outside on the patio table at Lucy’s apartment and the apartment wasn’t far from here. It would make sense if the little thief snatched them and flew to the building across the street. From the looks of it, there is a whole family of what appears to be crows hanging out up there. Regardless, Lena had to get her keys back.

She tosses her phone into her purse, zips it up, and secures it onto her shoulder. Preparing herself to march across the street and get her damn keys back from that thieving little bird. When she makes it across the road and into the lobby of the building, she finds the elevator out of order. Of course it is, she thinks. That’s par for the course on this shitty day. By the time she gets to the top floor, 6 flights of stairs later, she is out of breath and even more pissed than when she started.

Kara is having a blast feeding and interacting with the crows. They’re so much more intelligent than she imagined. She’s long since run out of food to give them, but they seem to be chatting amongst each other. It’s interesting to watch their social behavior and which ones seem to be the ‘leaders’ of the group. She’s just considering going back down to her apartment to get back to work when one of the crows lands on the ledge in front of her with something shiny in its beak.

“Whatcha got there, little fellow?” She coos at the bird. It seems to cock its head sideways in understanding and hops forward to drop the object in front of her. “Oh no. Oh no.” She gasps and looks around the roof. There are several more little gifts up here that weren’t here earlier. It suddenly clicks in her head. The crows have been bringing her ‘gifts’ for feeding them. And it appears they really like this set of keys since she is almost positive it is the same set she just returned yesterday.

She looks up at the bird still eyeing her. “Um, I do appreciate the presents, buddy. I promise, I do. But, uh, you probably shouldn’t steal people’s keys.” Kara bites her lip. She feels really bad, but has no idea what she is supposed to do about it. “I’m going to have to turn these keys in again and the dealership is either going to think the owner of them is irresponsible or I am some type of odd thief.”

Kara has just finished her one-sided conversation with the bird and is about to head downstairs to walk the keys back to the dealership when the door to the rooftop slams open. It’s so loud that it scares her and sends all the birds scattering into the air. She spins around. One hand flies up to her chest while the other darts out in front of her in some form of protection or surrender. She isn’t sure which. Either way, the keys are dangling from the middle finger of her outstretched hand.

Her eyes lock onto a pair of the most stunning and mesmerizing eyes she has ever seen. When she finally manages to shake herself from the hypnotizing depths, her own eyes scan over dark inky raven locks pulled back into a high ponytail, pale porcelain skin that seems to glimmer in the sunlight, a jawline that could cut glass, and a curvy, suit clad body. She’s suddenly drinking in absolutely the most ethereal, captivatingly gorgeous woman her eyes have ever had the privilege of seeing. Her brain screeches to a halt and all words promptly vacate the premises.

Lena throws the door open, her anger simmering under her skin like a snake ready to strike. This is just the icing on the cake of her shit day and she’s ready to fight. Well, she is until she makes eye contact with ocean blue eyes filled with sunshine and starlight. Her body is shocked into stillness. Her heart, previously racing with adrenaline and anger, starts racing for another reason entirely. Her mind starts drowning in the depths of those soulful pools of deep blue sea. Slowly, she shakes herself free from the gaze as her eyes track up to loose blond curls, then back down to full, pouty pink lips, strong broad shoulders, to what appears to be her keys sitting on long tanned fingers, and further to muscular, jean-clad thighs. This is certainly one of the most handsome women she’s ever laid eyes on and she suddenly forgets what she came here for.

Eventually, Kara’s brain seems to unscramble itself and she clears her throat. Keeping her hands up in what she hopes is a peaceful gesture, she takes a step toward the mystery woman. “H-Hi. I’m, um, Kara. K-Kara Danvers. I’ve never seen you in the building before. Do you, uh, live here?” She glances around, suddenly feeling incredibly nervous. “I’ve, um, met most of the people in the building before and uh, I w-would have remembered m-meeting you. I’m sure of that. Y-You’re v-very p-pretty.” She snaps her mouth shut and can feel her cheeks burning as she lowers her eyes and starts to fidget with her hands.

That’s when she remembers the keys in her hand. “Oh. I need to take these to the dealership again.” She says, removing the key ring from her finger and moving to put them in her pocket. “I’m sorry. You didn’t need to know that.” She chuckles nervously, feeling the heat climb up her neck.

A smile crawls across Lena’s face. This woman, Kara, is adorable. She can’t help but be enamored with this incredibly cute and undeniably attractive blonde. “I’m Lena. Lena Luthor.” She steps closer, continuing until she’s roughly two feet in front of the endearing stranger. “And I am pretty sure those are my keys.” She chuckles and points at the hand that is now fidgeting with the dangling keys.

“Oh! OH!” Kara says and turns her hand over to offer the object to Lena. “The, uh, the crows brought them to me.” She points over her shoulder to the empty rooftop behind her.

Lena laughs, takes her keys, and nods her head. “Yes, I know. The little bastard stole them right off the bench across the street when I was trying to grab my phone.” She dips her head down to gather herself, trying to will herself not to blush from the simple brush of their skin in the exchange of the keys. Raising her eyes back to the blonde, she smiles in amusement. “I’m guessing this is the second time my keys have made it up here? You’re the one that returned them yesterday?”

“Um, yes. That was me.” Kara giggles, this was not what she expected to happen today. A gorgeous stranger whose laugh makes her soul smile, whose eyes make her heart dance. “I’m sorry my little crow buddies keep taking your keys. I didn’t even know they would do things like that until today.”

“Yes, they are incredibly smart animals. I’ve watched a few documentaries about them. They’re pretty fascinating.” Lena blushes again. She internally face-palms. Why is she saying things like this?! Get a grip, Luthor. You know how to talk to pretty women without being a complete dope. “Sorry. I watch a lot of documentaries. I’m a big nerd at heart.”

Kara beams, a giant toothy grin. “I love documentaries! I’m a big nerd too. We should watch something together sometime and compare notes.” She snaps her jaw closed again and feels the heat claw its way up her chest, her neck, and onto her cheeks. She drops her head and stuffs her hands into her back pockets before swallowing hard and forcing her eyes back up. “I mean, if that’s something that you’d like. You don’t really know me and I realize that might seem kind of weird so feel free to just ignore that if you, um, want to.”

Before Lena can stop herself, she is reaching on to place her hand on Kara’s bicep. She bites her bottom lip when she feels the bulk of the muscle under her palm. She quickly shakes her head and removes her hand. “It’s okay, Kara.” She clears her throat and smiles, feeling her cheeks heating again. “I think I’d like to compare notes sometime.”

She glances at her watch and curses internally. “Unfortunately, I have to get back to work right now since I found my keys.” She jingles her keys and drops them into the purse as she digs out one of her business cards and passes it over to Kara. “But, I’d definitely be okay with you calling to set something up.”

The blonde's eyes go wide as she takes the card and glances down at it. A small gasp escapes, her eyes bouncing between the card and Lena several times before a toothy, lopsided grin fixes itself on her face. “You’re Lucy’s business partner!”

Lena tilts her head and raises a brow in question. “Indeed, I am. She’s also my best friend. Do you know Lucy?” It would be just her luck that she meets this gorgeous woman and she’s already had an entanglement with her best friend. That would track perfectly with the days she’s had. “I don’t remember ever meeting you before. I’m sure I would remember you.”

“Lucy and I have known each other for years. Her sister is married to my cousin, Clark.” She smiles at Lena. “Plus, I’ve done some work for her on a few corporate cases. I used to be a corporate investigator with Jones Investigative Services. I still do some contract work for her occasionally. To be honest, I am surprised we haven’t met before now.”

The raven haired attorney is stunned. She’s heard Lucy talk about Kara, but never knew her last name or saw a picture. While Lena and Lucy have known each other since law school, they never really spent much time around each other’s family by design. They both have complicated relationships with their families and liked that they could commiserate about it with each other while keeping it separate. Now she’s mad at Lucy for keeping this beautiful woman from her for so long.

“I’m surprised we haven’t met before either. I’ll have to give Lucy a hard time about that.” She winks at the blonde and steps back toward the door. “I really do have to get back to work though. I hope this isn’t the last time we talk.”

“I hope not either.” Kara says as she watches Lena disappear down the stairs and fixes her eyes on the business card in her hand.

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A New Beginning: A Supergirl 6x20 Re-Write

Chapter One: Back to Reality

There was definitely a new air about National City that night, and there was definitely a new air about Kara Danvers as well. Sitting in her chair in the main meeting area of the CatCo bullpen, wearing a red and cream tartan suit with her hair perfectly blown out; almost as if she flew there in a rush so she wouldn’t be late.

Thanks to a very important person at her sister’s wedding, who can only be described as the living embodiment of regality with a soft marshmallow center, and a droning force in short but fun-sized packed persona over the phone, she decided that this interview was not only the right time to tell the City she called home for years who she was, but all to breathe. To become herself. Her WHOLE self.

“Are you sure you want to do this Kiera?” The incomparable Cat Grant almost floated in to do this interview, she was that mystical and ethereal. “Once you do this, your life will be changed, and the horrid, ridiculous guest appearances start.”

“I’m sure. This is exactly what I need to do.” Kara takes a relaxing deep breath to calm her nerves.

“And none of your family knows you’re doing this?” Cat’s eyebrow makes an ever present curious arch.

“Nope…Though this would be a good surprise.” A slightly nervous, but at peace chuckle was the clear indicator that she was ready.

“Well then…” Cat gave her famous, let’s get down to business smirk. “Let’s make history.”

*The Lena Luthor Foundation--Head Office*

Catching up on some paperwork, Lena had lost track of time.

“Knock knock.” A rap on the door frame from Andrea had greeted her. “Figured you could use the company and pick me up.”

“Andrea.” A smile brighter than Rao itself was the indicator that she needed a break. “You’re a lifesaver. And thank you. I lost track of time, I actually forgot to eat.”

“Well, when Kara is off changing the world in her new Girl Boss position, someone needs to be there as back up.” Andrea began to unpack a bag of Big Belly Burger, and turn on the tv in Lena’s office. “So, where is Kara exactly? Didn’t you tell me she would be here too?”

“She was, but she had something come up with Cat about changing the layout of their next issue. And something that big, I wouldn’t keep her from that. I told her she could simply make up to me at home.” Hiding her smirk when she said that was not even going to happen.

“I bet.” A chuckle was bound to happen. “I’m happy for you, Lena. Ever since our last catch up after Alex and Kelly’s wedding, it seems like you and Kara are closer than ever.” Andrea was genuinely happy for her friend.

But what she didn’t know was that there was indeed a moment between her and Kara at the wedding. However, just as she was about to say those three words, Nia had called them to wave goodbye to the blushing brides.

“We are. It feels very cathartic that we can just be ourselves with each other. And after all of that time I spent being angry at her for simply…” She definitely couldn’t reveal Kara’s secret. “Keeping a family secret to herself, I had time to think about all of that.” Lena shrugged as she ate.

*The Suburbs of National City*

Family Movie Night was in full swing at the Danvers-Olsen household. Tonight’s plans: Chocolate Drizzle Popcorn, A giant order of potstickers no one had to fight over because Kara wasn’t there to inhale them like a Hoover vacuum, and a big pitcher of lemonade with “special additions” for the adults.

“Alex, hurry up! The movie is starting.” Kelly hollered from the living room

“I’m coming.” She warmly chuckled, followed by a delightful peck on the lips and greeted Kelly upon her return. “Movie nights require extra blankets.” Alex lays one over Kelly and Esme, who was practically shoveling the popcorn by the handful.

“And I feel honored to have finally made a movie night. It’s been a while since I’ve visited. The Tower has kept me rather busy. With you ladies enjoying your time off, and Kara being a big shot with Cat, Brainy, Nia and M’Gann are helping as much as they can.” J’onn grinned warmly as he leaned back in his armchair.

“And tell M’Gann we said thank you for her gift. That Martian salt lamp, I’ll admit, was a little…odd. But the living room was the perfect place for it.” Alex quickly retorts.

“Sssssh.” Esme takes a break from chewing. “You guys are going to miss the best part.” She jokingly glares at them with her crystalline amber-brown eyes.

“It’s the beginning.” Kelly could help but laugh at her daughter’s reaction.

“Exactly. Everything you need to know is in the beginning and I don't want to miss a thing.” She goes right back to devouring her popcorn, eyes practically glued to the TV.

All three adults exchange a glance that read “I swear she’s smarter than all of us.”

“She gets that from you.” Kelly smirked, mouthing to Alex, before turning to the screen herself.

While watching, Alex just took in her surroundings for a moment. For all her life, she had dreamed of having a family of her own. Of having a partner that would love her regardless, good times and bad. Pinching herself to check if it was real was no longer necessary. Her dream had finally come true. With a content exhale, she wrapped her arm around Kelly, pulling her close to snuggle under their blanket.

*CatCo Bullpen*

“Thirty seconds to air, Miss Grant.” A camera assistant reminds them as the equipment setup is finished.

“Are you ready to make history?” Cat smirked.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” Kara took a deep breath, closing her eyes just for a moment. In that moment, all of that conflicting weight about having to choose between Supergirl, and Kara Danvers…was gone. Yes, she still had the trauma she never really dealt with, but finding a therapist would be tomorrow’s plan. Right now, she wanted to show those little girls out there who look up to her, that you can have as many sides to you as you want.

With a definitive and proud nod to the camera person, the red light turns on.

“Hello National City. You know her as Kara Danvers, CatCo’s Ace reporter and NEW Editor In Chief. But tonight, it is my great honor to introduce to you…Supergirl.”

As she was saying those words, trying to remain as professional as possible, she could feel her sense of pride grow. Cat had known Kara since the start. Yes, she was mean and hostile. But it was only because she wanted Kara to see her full potential, and as soon as she figured out that Kara and Supergirl were one in the same, she pushed Kara harder. She knew the doubts were still there. Hence the blunt, but caring pep talk she had given her over the phone. Cat always knew how great Kara’s value was. Being able to not only break the story about Supergirl, but to be able to interview her protege in the end…She hadn’t had too many “proud mom” moments in her life, but seeing the person Kara had become over the years right in front of her; The growth she could see from Kara’s smile alone, it was certainly just that.

And even though Cat knew her identity for years, hearing her mentor say it, seeing her mentor smile while saying it, it took all of her willpower to not tear up. In that presence space, Kara and Supergirl were whole.

*The Lena Luthor Foundation--Head Office*

Andrea had nearly had her milkshake come out of her nose watching the TV. “Wait, you’re telling me…” Her Sage/Mint Green eyes wider than usual, she had to set down her dinner. “All of those times. The time Supergirl saved me when Nxly nearly threw me up against my back office wall, that weird white tiger incident…”

Lena simply sat there, stifling a chuckle while nodding. “Yeah. It’s a lot. But it was for Kara to tell you herself, and not me.”

Rubbing her face as if that would help the news process faster, Andrea leaned back in her office chair getting pained realization across her face. “Kara was missing for those weeks. Her hesitancy to write about the Phantoms. Her being scrambled…oh my god.”

“Andrea, it's okay.” Lena reaches for her friend’s hand to assure her.

“It’s not Lena.” Shaking her head, refusing to act like she was nice to Kara. “I was nothing but rude to Kara. I shot down every idea, criticized her work when it was perfectly fine. I couldn’t even pick up on the fact that the Phantom situation probably caused her even more trauma after I forced her to write about it.”

“That’s an understatement.” Lena whispers under her breath.

“Even sending William to flat out snoop on her and the Super Friends was a dumb move. It…” Andrea was flashing back to that video.

“Don’t even go there. It wasn’t your fault. As nice a guy as he was, he could’ve prevented his own death. Sending that video to guilt trip you was a shite move on his part.” That was one thing that made Lena angry about that situation: there was an easy solution, but someone with a small brain decided to have the last word.

“I know.” Giving a somewhat sad smile, Andrea was grateful for Lena’s assurance and advice. “And Hopefully opening a school in his honor, as well as an award, is the first step to getting future Kara Danvers’, Nia Nal’s and William Dey’s pursuing the truth.” Looking at the clock. “Well, I should go. Tell Kara I said hi.” She gives Lena a much needed hug, and turns on her heel.

“I will Andrea. Drive safe.” As soon as she left, she practically lunged for her phone.

“Two things: That suit, The Cher Clueless vibes REALLY suit you ;). And when you get home…we need to talk.”

With an effervescent smirk, her own heart growing warmer by the second, Lena sat back in her office chair, and watched the rest of the interview with Kara and Cat. She had always been proud of Kara; who wouldn’t of their own best friends accomplishments? But with every word Kara spoke, Lena could visibly see how much her words to Kara at Alex’s wedding helped.

“My girlfriend is HOT.” She chuckled to herself.

*The Suburbs of National City*

A silence had fallen in the Danvers-Olsen household. While J’onn, Kelly and Alex were a mixture of shock and pride, Alex especially. There was her baby sister, at peace with who she is on TV, being interviewed by the person who had seen her grow just as much. Her eyes were glassy with tears, causing her vision to slightly blur. Despite the stinging in her corneas, a smile as big as the milky way galaxy was plastered right across her face.

“Aunt Kara!” Esme on the other hand, practically flew off the couch to sit closer to the TV so she could watch her aunt in all her glory.

The look she had on her face was priceless, magnified by one hundred.

“Well, if that isn’t the cutest thing on this planet.” Kelly grinned, watching Esme. “I don’t think I’ve seen Esme with this much wonder before.”

“Wouldn’t you if your Aunt was a superhero?” J’onn beamed, listening to the interview questions. “Even being interviewed, she has a gift with words.”

“I’m not surprised. If there was one subject she was good at in high school, it was creative writing.” Alex quickly dabbed her eyes so she could have a clearer view while watching. “I always thought Kara would do something like this, but just print. I had no idea that she was going to let Cat interview her.”

“It’s pretty full circle if you think about it. That one issue of CatCo you showed me, Cat was the one to break the story. I think it’s poetic that Cat is the one to finally get Kara to open up about being Supergirl.” Wise as ever, Kelly too had a twinkle of happiness watching.

“But that would mean…” Alex’s cogs were turning. “Oh…wow. That means Cat has always known too.”

“Aunt Kara really needed a different disguise.” Esme laughed at her own joke.

“Yeah…glasses were definitely not the best idea.” Alex responded with a resounding agreement.

“Can we go see Aunt Kara tomorrow to tell her we saw the interview?” Esme turns to all three of them, puppy dog eyes turned all the way up to 11.

“She mastered that quickly.” J’onn smirked at her reaction, watching Alex and Kelly slowly but surely cave.

“If she’s not too busy with work?” Alex turned to Kelly for the assist.

“I think your Aunt Kara would love that surprise.” Kelly booped her precious little button nose.

“Yay!” Esme cheered. “I’m going to go draw a picture of her to give it to her tomorrow before bed.” She takes off running to her room.

“I will take that as my cue that movie night is over.” J’onn surges from his chair to give the girls each a hug.

“Thanks again for coming, J’onn. Esme wouldn’t let up about inviting you to movie night.” Kelly jokes, returning his sentiment.

“She really does have everyone wrapped around her finger.” He fondly jokes right back.

“I wouldn't have it any other way.” Alex gives him a bear hug with a pleased feeling of content. Both she and Kelly waved goodbye, then began to pick up the aftermath of snacks.

“So, how are you feeling?” Kelly could always tell when something was on Alex’s mind.

“Like someone just shook the emotional magic eight ball that was inside me, and asked “Is Alex going to cry?” Answer: Without question.” Alex’s sense of humor always somehow made her feel less emotional in order to get herself to stop crying. “Though, I’m shocked Kara didn’t text, or reveal anything about this.”

“Maybe that was the point of the surprise. All of those pep talks you’ve given her over the years, plus Lena, and whatever blunt and slight scary pep talk Cat gave her…was the push she needed to do this.” Kelly came up behind Alex to wrap her arms around her waist, resting her chin on her shoulder. “It’s nice to see your sister be her authentic self.”

“You’re right.” Grinning, Alex spun to meet Kelly’s luminous brown eyes. “And between you and I, I think Lena did most of the pushing to get her to this point. Now if she’d only just remove those blinders of hers.”

“You’re bad.” Kelly teased before leaning in to meet Alex’s lips the rest of the way.

“Cue the song Bad to the Bone.” Alex, quite pleased with herself, closes the gap. “Come on, let’s go see how our little Bob Ross is doing on her masterpiece.”

Hand in hand, they stood watching Esme. Swelling with a sense of home and completeness, that couldn’t help but turn to mush watching their daughter reach for color after color as she drew Kara on TV. To them, this was their definition of perfect.

*CatCo Bullpen*

“Thank you, Miss Grant. This is exactly what I needed.” With a loud exhale, Kara felt freer than she had ever felt in her entire life.

“I should be the one thanking you, Kiera.” Cat admits. “These next words I’m about to stay within this bullpen…” She then turns to give the iciest glare to the camera operators. And just like that, as if by magic they disappeared. “I may be snarky, callus and rude…” Immediately, her finger goes up to ward off any sarcastic comments that would come out of Kara’s mouth. “But I really do care. Those Groucho Marx glasses of yours, you didn’t need them. That disguise worked about as well as the superhero’s first suit in a pilot episode on the CW. I already knew you were special. Whether it be your writing, or how you interact with people. As far as I'm concerned, you were Supergirl in the office. Even then, I knew you were giving people a sense of Hope. Being able to do this here, with you…Not only has it been the highlight of my entire career, it is the moment I am most proud of.”

“I don’t --I…” Kara quickly pinched her tear ducts to stop herself from crying before giving a reserved, but very big hug. “Thank you.” She shakes her feelings away, taking a step back.

“You’re welcome.” Cat didn’t let many people hug her; Kara was one of those lucky few. “Now you better run along to your girlfriend, because I’m sure she wants to see you after this momentous occasion.”

“How did you?!” Kara’s face instantly goes Hubba Bubba pink.

“Oh please, it's about as obvious as the beginning of every Christmas and Valentine’s Day movie on the Hallmark Channel. Go.” Cat shooed her as she packed up her stuff.

A booming woosh was all that was heard as Kara left. She knew she had to figure out what the second half of Lena's text meant. Did she forget something? Was she in trouble for eating the last piece of cheesecake? Getting an I’m Sorry as a just in case was her best bet.

Here it is. My very first chapter of my Supergirl fanfic. I’m super nervous about sharing, but please let me know what you think in the comments, and any KIND constructive criticism you have as well.

#katie mcgrath #lena luthor #kara danvers #melissa benoist #kara x lena #supercorp endgame #supergirl cw #supercorp #supergirl #fanfic #fanfiction #future writer #author in the making #queer writers

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cardcaptorsakura96 · 2 months

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A Pleasant Ruse

Fandom: Supergirl

Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Andrea Rojas, Alex Danvers, Winn Schott

Summary: Lena runs into her ex-Andrea who wants her back. Lena panics and tells her that Kara is her girlfriend. Will Kara be willing to help Lena keep up the ruse?

Lena looked at her phone and sighed as she walked down the street. L-Corp stock was down again after Lex’s latest stunt against Superman. The Board was at each other’s throats about what to do. Normally, these things didn’t get to her, but today she just felt like curling into a little ball and hiding in the middle of nowhere.

“Sometimes I wish I could go somewhere where no one knew my name,” muttered Lena.

Normally, she would wallow in her apartment and drink the night away, but she knew she didn’t have to do that anymore, especially with Kara and her friends. She blushed when she thought of Kara. Every time she smiled, it would light up the room. She was hoping a little of that light would rub off on her today. When she called Kara an hour ago, she was happy that she was available to talk but was wondering if Lena would be able to do so at Noonan’s. She was saving seats for some of the others in their friend group. Lena would rather they be alone, but she realized that she did call Kara out of the blue without necessarily considering her current plans. Also, her curiosity was piqued. Noonan’s wasn’t normally opened passed 10 p.m. during the week. However, it was currently 10:39 p.m.

After five more minutes, she began to see the outline of Noonan’s but was surprised to see not only was the place lit up, but there were multiple cars parked down the block. As she got closer, she noticed that the place was packed. It was more crowded than the morning rush. When she got inside, Lena looked around the crowded room and smiled when she saw Kara hopping up and down waving at her from the back. She shook her head and tried to maneuver her way towards Kara.

As she got closer, she nearly stopped and blushed. Lena didn’t notice before because she could only see Kara’s face and arms when she was at the front of the restaurant, but now that she was in front of the blonde, she was surprised at what she was wearing. She had on a green short-sleeved crop top, black short shorts, and brown hiking shoes. Her hair was flowing down her back. The entire outfit highlighted Kara’s muscular form. Kara usually wore things that covered her fully. She didn’t realize that Kara had a hardcore twelve-pack abs, and toned legs and arms. She gulped when Kara hugged her tightly. She could feel the heat in her face growing. Lena had to fight to keep her arms next to her instead of caressing her abs.

“Lena, I am glad that you were able to come out!” exclaimed Kara excitedly.

“Me too,” squeaked Lena.

As they went to sit down, Kara stared at her with a frown.

“Are you ok? Your face looks a little flushed and you are panting.”

Lena tried to seem unfazed but felt like her brain was in overdrive.

She started fanning herself and shakily said, “I’m, um, fine. Yes, I am fine.”

Kara stared at her hesitantly and said, “You don’t seem so sure.”

Lena let out a nervous laugh and said, “Don’t worry. I just got winded trying to get back here. I don’t think I have ever seen this place so packed before, even during their morning rushes.”

“Oh, yeah. I forgot to mention that they are having an event here tonight. You know the author Helena Bromfield?”

Lena nodded and said, “Ah, yes! She has a bunch of popular action books.”

“Yup! That is the one. Well, she is having a book reading for her latest novel: Alana and the Lost Civilization of Atlantis at midnight tonight. She will then host a Q&A followed by a book signing. That is why a lot of the people here are in costume.”

Lena looked around and felt a little foolish. She had been so focused on seeing Kara that she didn’t notice the outfits everyone was wearing. They all looked like they were out of some archeological action movie. Lena shook her head and stared back at Kara.

“I never took you as one that was into cosplaying. You look very good as Alana.”

Lena felt her face flushed again and looked down.

Good doesn’t begin to describe it. She looks sexy as hell.

Lena had to slowly breathe in and out to try to control her racing heart. Lena had secretly been a fan of Bromfield’s work. Her mother always disapproved of sci-fi and fantasy. Her thoughts were living in reality was more important than make-believe. However, the books offered her a brief escape from all the trauma of that household, mostly done by Lex. She would imagine going on an adventure with the Great Alana as she explored distant worlds and planets. She recently had been fantasizing about Kara as Alana and whisking her off on an amazing adventure. The thought caused her to blush harder.

Can’t believe I get to live out part of my fantasy!

Kara chuckled while rubbing the back of her neck and said, “Thanks! I wasn’t sure if I could pull this off.”

Lena stared at her dumbfounded.

She thinks she couldn’t pull it off! She looks ten times better than the initial character description for Alana. I am surprised that guys and girls aren’t flocking to her now!

Lena cleared her throat and said, “You pull off the look amazingly. I’m surprised the other people cosplaying as Alana don’t look at you with envy.”

Kara blushed while laughing.

“You are too kind.”

They looked at each other shyly for a moment before Lena asked, “If the book reading doesn’t start until midnight, why are people here so early?”

“Good seating. Alex made me promise to get here at 9 to save seating for her and Winn since they wouldn’t be able to get here until after 11. I got here at 10, and I had to fight people in order to get this booth since it was so packed.”

Lena chuckled which caused Kara to frown.

“What’s so funny?” pouted Kara.

“I didn’t mean to laugh. It is just that I wished I had gotten here sooner to see you try to defend your territory.”

Kara chuckled and said, “It didn’t get nearly as dramatic as that. I just gave a very stern look until they backed off.”

Lena raised an eyebrow and said coyly, “Really? A stern look?”

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just-another-josh · 6 months

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Wild

The morning sun shone brightly over National City with not a cloud in sight. Sunlight streamed plentifully through the floor-to-ceiling windows, brightly illuminating the entirety of Kara Danvers’ loft, prompting the sleeping hero to stir from her slumber.

Kara grimaced at the intense glare and closed her eyes as tight as she could. Her sour look was quickly replaced with an airy grin when she felt the body spooned against her back and the wisps of warm breath tickling the nape of her neck. The grin fully morphed into a smile when she noticed the arm loosely wrapped around her bare waist; a smile brighter than the sunlight invading her room.

Kara softly traced the pads of her fingers across the pale-skinned arm, causing its owner to stir. The Kryptonian delicately lifted the hand to her lips and began peppering it with light kisses, drawing out a soft moan from the woman lying next to her. Cleary taking the response as encouragement, Kara transitioned to sucking each finger individually; eliciting a sharp intake of breath from her bedmate followed by a slight canting of hips into Kara’s ass.

“Don’t start anything you can’t finish,” Lena said in a husky rasp.

Kara turned around to face her and playfully replied, “Oh, I have no intention of stopping,” and proceeded to press her naked body into the brunette.

Their lips slowly came together in a chaste kiss that quickly transitioned into an all-out assault of teeth and tongues. Hands quickly began to wander. Lena’s hands traced over Kara’s bare chest and descended across the hero’s well-defined abs before zeroing in on the sensitive junction between Kara’s thighs.

Kara gasped and continued to rub on Lena’s bare thigh and gradually moved up her body until reaching the hemline of the brunette’s tight-fitting, threadbare pajama top. Kara’s eyebrows damn-near popped out of her head when she pulled up the top to reveal that Lena was not wearing any underwear. Her face quickly shifted from shock to what could only be described as a look of insatiable hunger. She licked her lips Lena’s abundant arousal. The two locked eyes; a predatory look overtook Kara’s face. “I’m thinking breakfast in bed this morning.”

Lena moaned in agreement, her body shuddering ever so slightly in evident anticipation.

Kara was so preoccupied with her impending ‘breakfast’ that she failed to hear a key being inserted into her front door lock. She also missed the door unlocking and opening, and she sure-as-shit didn’t hear anyone enter the loft. What finally got her attention was the loud bang of the door as it slammed shut.

“Kara, are you up yet? I brought Noonan’s,” Alex called out.

Kara’s head popped up from between Lena’s legs with a wide-eyed look of terror on her face. “Oh shit,” she whispered.

Lena for her part simply rolled her eyes, clearly irritated by the unwelcome interruption.

“Relax,” Lena calmly whispered.

But how could Kara relax? Alex being in Kara’s loft created a slew of issues, chief among them her sister being completely in the dark about everything that had transpired between Kara and Lena the previous night.

Last night was jam-packed with life-changing events for the hero and the freshly reinstated LuthorCorp (soon to be L-Corp again) CEO. After enjoying a candlelit dinner that was entirely too intimate for two people that were just ‘best friends’, the two settled down to watch the latest episode of ‘Ahsoka’ (Kara would gladly suffer through Lena’s love of Star Wars because, well, it’s Lena). Unfortunately (or fortunately depending on who asked) the show was interrupted by a slew of unexpected occurrences.

In summary:

Kara and Lena kissed.

Kara and Lena confessed their feelings for each other.

Kara and Lena kissed again.

And again.

Kara and Lena tore each other’s clothes off and spent the remainder of the evening (and into the early morning hours) thoroughly burning off six years’ worth of built-up sexual tension. To say it was a good night would be an understatement.

So why was Alex’s presence in Kara’s loft problematic? Aside from the blonde and brunette being a mass of naked, tangled limbs in Kara’s bed?

They hadn’t had ‘The Talk’ yet.

Since everything that happened last night was pretty much a carnal blur after their first kiss, they didn’t really get a chance to establish exactly where their relationship stood and where it was going. Was this a one-time thing? Fuckbuddies? Girlfriends? Loading their shit into a U-Haul today? Trip to Vegas tonight? I mean sure, they said they love each other, but do they both feel the same way the morning after?

Alex most assuredly would interrogate them both on the spot if she knew the current scene taking place behind the curtain covering Kara’s bedroom. And that brought up another question: even if they could put a name to whatever it is they are doing, were Kara and Lena ready for Alex and every other member of their chosen family to be privy to it? What happens if it leaks out to the public that Supergirl is now in a romantic relationship with Lena? Would that put a bigger target on Lena’s back? Maybe they wanted to keep this new aspect of their relationship private from their friends, family, and the public.

Unfortunately, no answers could be had at this point because Kara and Lena hadn’t had a femtosecond to hash any of them out.

Hence Alex’s visit being infuriatingly problematic.

“C’mon Kara, I know you’re here! You can’t hide behind that curtain all day!” Alex bellowed.

Kara shot a panicked look at a completely nonplussed Lena. The blonde raised her hands in a silent plea for help. Lena shrugged and focused on Kara like she was trying to figure out what the problem was.

“Goddamnit Kara! If you’re not out here in five seconds, I’m going to call Lena and tell her you fantasize about her when you masturbate!”

Kara’s eyes shot to her hairline and her face turned three shades of red. She locked eyes with Lena before quickly burying her face in her hands.

“One!”

Lena arched an eyebrow and bore a Chesire Cat-like grin. “Really?” she purred quietly.

“Two!”

Kara dropped her hands from her face and attempted to respond but quickly gave up and just nodded in defeat.

“Three!”

Lena pulled Kara into her arms and gently kissed the hero’s temple. “Go deal with your sister,” she whispered into her ear.

“Four!”

A small gust of wind later, Kara was standing next to her kitchen island; her abrupt arrival blowing a stack of napkins to the floor; Alex quickly bending over to grab them.

“Hiwhatareyoudoinghere?!?” Kara said in a high-pitched, borderline shrill voice.

“Kara, you know I can’t understand you when you talk at superspeed…” Alex said as she stood up with the napkins she had recovered from the floor in her hand. She placed them back on the counter and looked up at her sister. Her eyes widened into saucers and her mouth gaped in shock.

Her little sister stood before her naked as the day she was born and, aside from fidgeting with her fingers, made no effort to cover herself.

“Kara! What the hell!” Alex screamed and turned away from her sister faster than a speeding bullet.

The startled Kryptonian looked at the redhead with confusion. “What? What’s the matter?”

Alex loudly scoffed, “Oh for the love of…Kara…clothes Kara…you…you’re fucking naked!”

Upon looking down and confirming Alex’s observation, a now tomato-faced Kara yelped and quickly covered her chest with her right arm and her pelvic area with her left hand.

Alex turned to peek at her oblivious, idiot of a sister and was shocked to find her still standing near the kitchen island with a deer-in-the-headlights look splashed across her face.

The redhead’s stared in disbelief at the stock-still hero and yelled, “For fuck’s sake, Kara, go put some goddamn clothes on!”

Alex’s outburst seemed to motivate Kara into action and the blonde super-sped back into her room with enough force to blow the recently recovered stack of napkins (and a few other lightweight items situated around the loft) into a scattered mess on the floor; Alex making no effort to catch or clean them up this time.

Once back behind the curtain, Kara was greeted with the sight of Lena sitting on the end of the bed offering up a pair of underwear, baggy t-shirt, and pajama pants to the clearly humiliated hero. Lena was biting her bottom lip in a blatant attempt to stifle a look of amusement. Once Kara accepted the proffered clothes, Lena slapped her hand over her mouth to aid in her continuing battle to keep her composure. As Kara dressed at human speed, a few light snorts escaped Lena’s covered mouth. Kara flashed her an intense glare that the average onlooker might interpret as an oncoming barrage of heat vision.

Kara threw up her hands as if to say, ‘What the fuck?’ which prompted Lena to slap her other hand over her mouth. Seeing that she was getting nothing but grief from the CEO, Kara defiantly stuck her tongue out at her. Lena quickly turned and grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed, burying her face in it before dissolving into barely controlled giggles. Kara rolled her eyes at the brunette’s antics and walked at normal speed back into the kitchen area.

Kara emerged from her room and was immediately met with the sight of Alex standing in front of the kitchen island; her arms folded across her chest and a bewildered look on her face.

“What the hell was that about?”

Kara averted her eyes to the floor. “Um…I was…”

Alex held up her hand. “You know what? Never mind. I don’t want to know.” She briefly turned away from Kara before stopping herself and swinging back around to face her. “And just so we’re clear, we will never speak of this again.”

With a relieved sigh, Kara’s entire body seemed to deflate. She tensed up again when she noticed Alex hadn’t stopped looking at her. In fact, she seemed to be intensely studying her.

After a few more seconds of intense scrutiny, Alex appeared to have figured out whatever it was that she was looking for.

“You look shit, Kara. Did you not get any sleep last night?”

While Kara didn’t quite look like ‘shit’, the hero did look a little disheveled. She had a serious case of bedhead, puffy circles under her eyes, and seemed to be fidgeting more than usual.

Kara struggled a moment before replying, “Yeah, uh-huh.”

“No, seriously. You look like you’ve been tossing and turning all night.”

“Something like that,” she replied nervously; her eyes focusing everywhere besides her sister’s.

Alex looked at her with confusion etched across her face and shook her head. “Okay…?”

Kara appeared to be on the cusp of responding but she was saved by Alex turning her attention to the dining table and moving towards it. Kara walked around to the side of the table opposite Alex and took in the four paper bags, three large cardboard containers of food, and the drink holder with three large and one small disposable cup bearing the Noonan’s logo. Alex busied herself pulling bagels, donuts, and muffins from the bags and placing them on plates that she had apparently pulled from Kara’s cupboards before the Kryptonian’s impromptu display of exhibitionism.

Kara’s brow furrowed ever so slightly. “Alex?”

Alex absentmindedly hummed as she spooned scrambled eggs from one container onto a separate plate.

“Thank you for bringing me breakfast, but…that seems like a lot of food even for me. Are you not by yourself?”

“Sam and Ruby are outside parking the car. Should be up any minute,” Alex said as she continued to divvy up the food. She was so wrapped up in what she was doing that she missed the silently mouthed ‘fuck’ from her little sister.

“Oh, that’s cool,” Kara stammered. “Super cool,” she mumbled to herself.

Alex paid no attention to the blonde and continued, “Ruby’s taking her driving test again next week, we found a perfect spot for her to practice her parallel parking when we got here.”

“Isn’t this her fifth time taking the test?” Kara snorted.

Alex scoffed, “First of all, fuck you. Second, it’s only her fourth time. Third, you have no room to talk. It took you five tries to pass the test and you’re still a shit driver.”

Kara stuck her tongue out at her sister, which Alex ignored. Kara used her enhanced vision to look through her loft walls to see if she could find Sam and Ruby on the street. She quickly locked onto their minivan and watched as it clumsily faltered back and forth as Ruby tried to squeeze it in the parking spot bracketed by vehicles on both sides. Kara could see the space was barely big enough for the larger vehicle. She focused her vision further into the vehicle to get a look at its occupants. Ruby was the epitome of focus as she tried to slot the van into the spot; her tongue poking out the side of her mouth. Sam sat in the passenger’s seat with a composed look on her face as the van jerked back and forth. But when Kara focused her super-hearing, Sam’s accelerated heartbeat and erratic breathing told a different story.

Alex seemed to notice familiar gaze. “How bad is it?” she asked with a hint of exasperated concern in her voice.

“I think they’re going to be awhile,” Kara said with an apologetic look on her face.

Alex frowned but continued plating up their breakfast.

The redhead moved back into the kitchen and opened a cabinet. She stopped short and stood motionless.

After a minute of watching Alex stare at nothing, a confused Kara asked, “You ok over there?”

At Kara’s prompting, Alex moved to gaze at her sister. She studied her for a moment with an inquisitive look on her face, then calmly asked, “Why were you naked earlier?”

Kara immediately broke eye contact, instead opting to focus on her fidgeting hands. “I…I…was about to get in the shower when you got here. That’s why I couldn’t hear you…you know, ‘cause of the shower running. And then…I guess I rushed out so fast I forgot to put my pajamas back on.” Kara pinched her lips and nodded as if she had just convinced herself her story was plausible.

Alex tilted her head and frowned. “Bullshit. The shower wasn’t running when I got here.”

Kara gasped and nervously giggled. “I mean…I was just getting out of bed and was heading to the bathroom to take a shower.” Kara gave her sister a forced smile.

“But you never sleep naked.”

Kara waved dismissively at the elder Danvers. “Pfft, I sleep naked all the time.”

“No, you don’t.” Alex stood undeterred.

“Yes, I do.”

“No, you don’t.”

“How would you know that?”

“You never slept naked the entire time we lived together.”

Kara looked at Alex incredulously. “Of course, I didn’t, we were living together!” Kara flashed a judgmental look at her sister.

Alex rolled her eyes. “Don’t look at me like I’m some weirdo. Accidents happen when people live together. Especially living in this tiny-ass loft.” Alex waved her hand around the tiny space.

“Still doesn’t prove anything,” Kara haughtily responded with a defiant look for good measure.

Alex squinted her eyes ever so slightly and unleashed a sinister grin. “You never slept naked when you were fucking Mon-El.”

All the color drained from Kara’s face and her eyes slowly widened to the size of large dinner plates. “How the hell did you know that?!?”

“He complained about it to me once. Said you were the biggest prude he’d ever met, which isn’t saying much considering where he came from.”

“That…that…asshole!” Kara’s face had turned fire engine red.

“Agreed. That’s why I threatened to throw him into a vat of molten lead if he ever talked about anything like that again.” Alex briefly smiled at the memory before turning to focus on her sister again. “But that’s irrelevant right now. What’s up with you?”

Kara managed to calm herself. She squared up towards Alex in a futile attempt to appear confident. “Nothing’s up. Everything’s fine,” Kara said with just a little too much squeak in her voice at the end.

“You’re lying.”

Kara laughed nervously. “Why do you think I’m…”.

Alex cut her off, pointing directly at the Kryptonian’s furrowed brow. “Crinkle.”

Kara sighed loudly and instinctively tried to rub away her long-standing tell. She gave Alex an aggravated look and took a deep breath. “Look, there’s nothing going on. You’ve spent way too much time at the D.E.O., and it’s made you completely paranoid!” Kara waved her hands erratically as she continued rambling. “And I don’t appreciate you trying to use your…your secret-agenty interrogation moves on me. ‘Cause let me tell you something missy…you…you have no idea what you’re talking about. I am a strong…uh…empowered woman…who…who is perfectly comfortable with her…uh…nakedness.” Kara pointed at Alex. “Yeah, I think your just jealous because I’m so comfortable with my body that you…uh…you just get crazy ideas in that head of yours and frankly I think it’s unbecoming of someone who has a teenage daughter to set such a terrible example with all the…jealousy…and…and…”.

The sound of the toilet in Kara’s bathroom flushing echoed through the apartment with the subtlety of a shotgun blast. Both sisters turned to looked in the direction of the bathroom. Both turned back towards each other with vastly different looks painted across their faces; Alex a knowing/shit-eating grin and Kara grimacing like she’d just been punched in the gut by a Czarnian.

“Paranoid, huh?” Alex said with an exaggerated tilt of her head. “So, who is he?”

Kara smiled sheepishly and decided that studying the floor was preferable to making eye contact with her sister.

Alex picked up one of the large coffees from the drink tray and took a sip. She let out a contented sigh and calmly asked, “Is it that cute friend of Nia’s that I saw you talking to at the wedding?”

Kara, who had clearly decided her best course of action was to shove a donut in her mouth, looked at Alex like her sister had sprouted a second head. “Fho?” Kara asked around a mouthful of donut.

Alex mocked, “I shouldn’t be surprised you don’t remember him; he was seriously hitting on you.” Alex shook her head. “Fucking Captain Oblivious over here,” she mumbled to herself.

Kara swallowed her donut and was cut off by the redhead before she could retort. “Is it that Korugarian you met at Al’s the other night?”

A stream of water flowing out of the bathroom sink could now be heard through the kitchen wall; a few intermittent splashes signaling breaking through the steady stream.

Kara looked towards the bathroom nervously. She then turned her attention to the drink carrier and removed the large cup marked “KARA” on the side before meeting Alex’s unyielding stare.

“No, he was asking me if Brainy was single,” Kara said impatiently.

Alex nodded, a look of intense consideration washing over her face before an almost comical look of terror replaced it. “Kara, please tell me Mon-El didn’t come back from the future again.” She grabbed Kara by the shoulders. “Look, I know you still love him, but honey, he’s married, and being a homewrecker is not a good look for you, and remember the whole ‘prude’ comment, and…”.

Kara looked at the eldest Danvers in complete contempt and promptly cut her off, “Oh, fuck no! Even if he showed up right now and told me he divorced Imra and said he wanted to get back together, I would tell him to go to hell.”

Alex released Kara and took a step back, clearly shocked by her sister’s vulgar outburst. “Okay, so definitely not Mon-El,” the redhead cautiously mumbled.

A drawer shutting in Kara’s room broke Alex’s questioning. The redhead looked towards the curtain briefly and back at the Kryptonian who was now taking a long swig of her coffee. “C’mon Kara, who’s back there?” Alex gently implored.

Kara chewed her bottom lip nervously before huffing out a sigh of defeat. But before she could respond, she heard the curtain slide open and shut behind her and watched as Alex in quick succession stop breathing and her face contort into a look of shock.

Kara turned to see Lena standing by the open curtain still dressed in her form-hugging pajama top but had added a pair of sleep shorts for the sake of propriety. Her makeup-less face was adorned with thick framed black glasses. Her hair hung loosely; not quite the disheveled mess Kara was sporting earlier but certainly a downgrade from the CEO’s usual opulent perfection. Yet she stood tall and practically oozed that one-of-a-kind Luthor confidence that had brought lesser men to their knees.

Kara shot a warm smile at the green-eyed beauty standing before her and mouthed a silent ‘I’m sorry’. Lena smirked and subtly winked at the Kryptonian. She padded toward the sisters with a hint of swagger in her step; stopping next to Kara and leaning down to plant a chaste kiss to the corner of the seated Kryptonian’s mouth.

“Good morning, darling,” the brunette practically purred.

A punch-drunk look overtook Kara’s features as she smiled lovingly in return. “G’morning, zhaote.” The hero grabbed the CEO’s wrist and pulled her in for another kiss, this time directly on the lips.

The two were broken out of their PDA session by a muffled squeak originating from Alex. They exchanged brief smiles before turning to face the frozen in place redhead. Lena righted her posture and walked over to the kitchen cabinet; bidding Alex ‘good morning’ as she passed her. Alex, clearly having gone non-verbal, could only respond with a nod. Her gaze turning as she continued to watch the brunette walk over to the cabinet, the redhead slowly drifted toward the kitchen until she softly bumped into one of the barstools surrounding the kitchen island. Lena retrieved a porcelain coffee mug and moved to stand opposite Alex. Lena studied her for a moment before motioning towards the redhead’s coffee cup. “You still take yours black, right?”

The question seemed to bring Alex back to reality. She blinked her eyes rapidly and shook her head as if she was trying to reset her brain. “Uh, yeah.”

“May I?” Lena held out her hand for Alex’s drink. She nodded and handed the cup to the CEO who then held both the empty mug and the disposable cup side-by-side at chest level and whispered, “Effingo.” The mug slowly filled with steaming coffee, stopping half an inch under the brim. Alex watched the spell unfold with an impressed look on her face, closely mirrored by Kara’s effervescent look of complete pride upon seeing the brunette’s casual use of her powers.

Lena handed Alex’s cup back to her with a gracious nod and took the seat next to Kara at the dinner table. Lena scooted her chair closer to Kara to the point that their shoulders and thighs were rubbing together. Lena intermittently sipped from her coffee mug (a contented hum escaping her lips during the first few sips) and wrapped her arm around the hero, lazily carding her fingers through golden tresses. The two exchanged happy glances, neither able to hide their giddy mood.

For her part, Alex remained leaned up against the kitchen island practically staring at the Kryptonian and the CEO; her face running through what appeared to be a gamut of emotions. The redhead slowly sipped her coffee as she studied the couple; her pinched lips slowly morphed into a warm grin after each sip. Lena spared a glance in Alex’s direction and gave her a questioning look (signature eyebrow raise included) and titled her head in challenge. Alex’s grin shifted into a full-fledged smile in response to the brunette’s silent prompting. The staring contest dragged on for another minute or two. Alex looked as if she was on the verge of saying something, but Lena’s patience wore out and the redhead was cut off before she had a chance.

“So, Alex, as much as I dislike eavesdropping on other peoples’ conversations,” Lena paused for a moment as a thought seemed to strike her, “Actually, now that I think about it, I rather enjoy eavesdropping.” Lena nodded, clearly agreeing with herself. “But I digress. If neither of you mind, I’d like to add my two cents about a topic you were discussing earlier.”

She received nods from both noticeably intrigued sisters. Lena fixed her gaze back towards Alex before saying, “Regarding Mon-El’s comments about Kara’s prudish nature, as I scientist, I feel I must refute his findings. If last night was any indication, your sister is incredibly outgoing, dare I say enthusiastic when it comes to activities of an intimate nature.” Lena paused long enough to get a look at the Danvers girls. Kara was covered in a full-on blush and a nervous smile adorned her face while Alex had turned pale-white and, for reasons unknown to all gathered, began gulping down her coffee as if it was her favorite brand of scotch. “Honestly, I posit that the crown-douche of Daxam was either too inexperienced or inept achieve his desired result.” Lena scrunched her nose. “My money’s on the latter.” Lena let that set in for a moment; an insatiable grin flitted across her lips. “No, I think poor Mon-El couldn’t provide Kara with the proper…stimulation.”

Alex erupted into a full coughing fit. Her hands quickly went to her face in a futile attempt to staunch the coffee erupting from her mouth and nose; the remains of her cup becoming collateral damage as it fell to the floor. The redhead quickly turned and lunged for the kitchen sink, spitting out the meager amount of dark liquid that had miraculously remained contained by her mouth. The last vestiges of coffee expelled from her lungs; Alex began a retching/dry-heaving duet that had her body halfway into the sink.

Kara, her sister’s hacking seeming to have no effect on her, focused her red face towards Lena and leveled her with a sense of shock and awe painting her features. Lena, calm, collected, Lena, met the hero’s eyes head on. Her face was encompassed in a look of devilish delight. Kara wrapped her arm around the brunette and pulled her close enough to whisper in her ear. “You’re terrible.”

Lena pulled back, a look of mock shame on her face which quickly melted into a devious smirk when she saw the Kryptonian wearing a similar grin. Lena pulled Kara closer and whispered in her ear, “She had it coming. No one grills my girl like that.”

Kara thickly swallowed before playfully responding with barely contained enthusiasm, “My girl?”

Lena cupped Kara’s cheek before moving a few errant hairs from her face behind her ear; her smile radiated with tenderness. “You’re damn right.” The CEO slowly leaned in and pressed a kiss to the smiling Kryptonian’s lips.

With the three women occupied, no one noticed Sam and Ruby enter the loft.

“Sorry we took so long. Who’s dying in here? I could hear all the coughing from the lob…”

Sam stopped short as she took in the scene currently unfolding in the loft. Her wife was halfway in the kitchen sink, by all appearances throwing up, and her oldest friend and her sister-in-law were kissing in a very non-platonic way. Sufficed to say, she was stunned into silence.

Kara and Lena broke their kiss after registering Sam and Ruby’s presence. (impressively, they only made out for an additional 90 seconds after hearing Sam’s voice).

Alex managed to remove herself from the sink. She turned on the faucet, splashed some water on her face, shakily fumbled for the roll of paper towels sitting on the counter, and once she was able to get a couple sheets detached from the roll, began to pat her face dry. After drying her face, she looked up and through tear-stained eyes saw her wife doing her best imitation of a goldfish and her adopted daughter studying her aunts intently.

The room remained eerily quiet save for the occasional smattering of sniffles and light coughs from Alex as she tried to get her breathing back to normal. Kara and Lena sat impassively at the kitchen table splitting their focus evenly amongst the three women. Lena rubbed slow circles on Kara’s back while the blonde lightly stroked the CEO’s thigh. Sam and Ruby continued to focus all their attention on the couple while Alex was focused on patting dry her shirt with a handful of paper towels.

Ruby broke the silence.

“About fucking time.” The comment directed at her aunts was paired nicely with an eyeroll.

“Ruby Julietta Danvers!” Alex sternly pointed at the teen. “NOT, okay.”

Ruby shot each of her mothers a look of disbelief and scoffed, “Oh c’mon! You’re both thinking it!”

Sam turned to face her daughter. “Hey, Mama’s right. No F-bombs, please.” Ruby started to protest but Sam raised a hand to cut her off. “Don’t even start. I know, you’re seventeen and everyone at school says that and worse. Just, please, let me and Mama live in our fantasy that you’re still a little girl just a bit longer.”

Ruby stood down with a huff. Sam focused her attention on Kara and Lena, a hint of a grin on her face. “But she is right, it’s about fucking time.”

Ruby grumbled at her mother’s apparent double-standard while the couple responded to it with beaming smiles.

“So, are you two like…girlfriends now?” Ruby asked, trying to sound indifferent.

Kara opened her mouth but quickly shut it, instead turning towards Lena with a questioning look on her face. “Are we?”

Lena seemed to consider the blonde’s question for a moment, going so far as to sardonically tap her finger against her lips. A tender grin slowly spread across her lips. “I certainly hope so.”

Kara turned her attention back to Ruby with an exaggerated flourish and, with a smile brighter than the sun replied, “Yes, yes we are.”

“Cool.” Ruby shrugged and took a seat at the dining table opposite her aunts. Her mothers exchanged excited smiles before taking up two open chairs on the other end of the table. Plates, food, and drinks were efficiently passed around the table and the quintet dug in. They spent the meal discussing Ruby’s upcoming driver’s test. Ruby telling everyone that she had the test “On lock”, but a quick look at the expressions on Sam’s and Alex’s faces told a different story. Sensing her mothers’ doubt, Ruby defiantly pointed out that the only reason she didn’t pass the previous tests was because she was forced to drive the Danvers’ minivan. Alex countered that it was the only vehicle they had outside of the redhead’s motorcycle, and she wasn’t allowed to use it per the DMV’s rules as it was (Truth be told, even if it was allowed for the test AND hell had frozen over, there was no way she would let the teen anywhere near her custom bike).

The food was quickly demolished by three Kryptonian appetites (and the two humans to a much lesser extent). Everyone was finishing up their last bites when the adults noticed a sour look on Ruby’s face. The teen was not-so-subtly sniffing the air and scrunching her nose. It was very clear that Ruby had caught a whiff of something that did not agree with her.

“Whatcha picking up there, Rubes? Does Kara have another rotting pizza under here bed?” Alex taunted her sister.

“That happened one time!” Kara looked at Lena pleadingly. “I’d only been on Earth a month. How was I supposed to know human food was so perishable?”

Everyone at the table quietly chuckled. Everyone but Ruby, who now looked like she was going to be sick. “It’s not food,” she said matter-of-factly.

“Well, what is it?” Alex asked with a concerned tone.

Ruby locked eyes with Sam and gave her a sideways look. “Seriously mom, you can’t smell that?”

Sam lifted her nose into the air and inhaled. Instantly, a look of complete panic overcame her. She fired a warning glare at her daughter. “Rubes, don’t…”

“Oh, for god’s sake! It reeks like sex in here!” Ruby blurted out.

Reactions to Ruby’s outburst varied.

Kara buried her tomato-red face in her hands.

Alex had a look of complete horror on her face and went non-verbal for the second time that morning.

Sam squeezed her eyes shut and pinched the bridge of her nose.

Lena’s face turned as red as her girlfriend’s, albeit from laughing hysterically.

Ruby seemed completely oblivious to the reactions around the table and instead pressed her mother further, “How can you not smell that? I mean, I understand that Aunt Kara is completely nose-blind at this point, but mom…we both…you know…super-smell and all that.”

“Yes, honey, I can aware it, but I am tactful enough to not bring it up.” Sam said through clenched teeth as she started rubbing her temples and taking calming breaths.

As Lena’s laughter began to die down, Alex suddenly regained the ability to speak. “Wait, how the hell do you know what sex smells like?” The redhead glared at her teen daughter with outright terror.

Ruby stood and faced her mothers, leveling them with a look that clearly conveyed how much she was questioning their combined intelligence. “Duh, my room is right down the hall from you two. You think I haven’t gotten gassed out every time you two get it on?”

“But how would you know that’s from us having sex? We always turn on the sound dampeners.” Alex genuinely looked perplexed.

Ruby’s mouth gapped open; a look of disbelief stamped on her face. “Yeah, keyword ‘ALWAYS’! That’s the ONLY time you turn them on!”

Sam locked eyes with her wife. A look of realization slowly etched its way across their features. Lena descended into hysterical laughter again as she watched the mothers put the pieces together. Kara emerged from her cocoon of shame with a taunting smile on her face; barley able to contain her own laughter.

Alex abruptly clapped her hands together. “Okay! Time to go! Thanks for the food and the psychological trauma. I’m sure my therapist will be sending you a fruit basket as a thank you.”

“Why are you thanking them? We brought the food,” Ruby queried.

“Not important,” Alex said as she rose from her chair. “Let’s just get this mess cleaned up and we can…”

A blur of motion swept through the dining area and kitchen. Within seconds, the table was cleared, the dishes, mugs, and utensils washed and dried, and all the disposable items thrown in the trash.

“…go,” Alex said as a wisp of her windswept red hair settled on her face. She ran her hand through her hair to clear her face.

Kara, clearly the one responsible for the quick clean up, smiled expectantly at her sister. “Done!” Kara made the intentions clear when she began to usher the Danvers trio towards the door. While Ruby had already made her way to the door, Alex and Sam were forced to quickly grab their keys and purses.

Alex popped her head over Kara’s shoulder in a clumsy attempt to address Lena. “Luthor, you’ve got a shovel talk in your near future.”

The brunette curtly nodded. “Duly noted.”

“And you,” Alex said while pointing at her sister. “Sisters’ Night. Next week. I want the whole story.” The blonde raised a questioning eyebrow. “Okay, maybe just the PG-13 version,” the redhead amended.

Kara smiled warmly and pulled her sister into a tight hug. Once the sisters broke off their embrace, Kara turned to Sam. “You gonna give me a shovel talk too?”

“Oh, that won’t be necessary. If you screw her over, I’ll be the last person you need to worry about,” Sam said as she nodded towards Lena.

Kara turned to face Lena; the brunette leveled a faux-evil smile at the blonde punctuated by a wag of her eyebrows. Kara turned back to Sam. “No doubt,” she chuckled out.

Goodbyes circulated amongst the group as the Danvers clan exited the loft. Kara went to close the door but was abruptly stopped by Alex poking her head back inside. “Hey, next time, maybe give me a heads up that you’re…otherwise engaged before I come over?”

“Maybe try knocking?” Kara replied without hesitating.

“Or a fucking phone call,” Lena coolly followed-up.

“Byyyeee,” Kara said as she gently pushed Alex’s head back through the door opening. The hero quickly shut and locked it once her sister was clear.

Kara turned and sagged against the door, releasing a deep sigh as she squeezed her eyes shut and massaged her temples. The ruffling sound of her “bedroom” curtain being drawn open grabbed her attention and she opened her eyes slowly, the sight of Lena standing next to the foot of her bed earned a scandalous grin from the blonde.

Lena responded with a playful grin in kind. “Well, that was certainly…”

“Wild?” Kara finished.

“I was going to say farcical, but wild works too.” Lena’s lips drift into a tight grin with her girlfriend sporting a similar look. Both share pained looks as they try to keep a tsunami from bursting from their mouths, faces turning red from the effort. It’s a losing battle. Laughter erupts from both women. The surreal absurdity of the last hour quickly bled away as the two laughed so hard they almost fell over. As the minutes pass, their raucous cackling changes to giggles which soon morph into whimpers as they both try to regain their breath. The couple slowly righted themselves and wiped the tears from their eyes.

“I don’t know about you, darling, but I’m famished,” Lena said with a glimmer in her eyes.

Kara looked at her confused. “But we just had breakfast?”

“Well, my girlfriend said she wanted breakfast in bed earlier,” Lena shrugged innocently. “And just thinking about it made me hungry too.” The CEO wet her lips; her fingers dancing playfully with the hem of her pajama top.

An involuntary shudder ran through Kara’s body. “Wouldn’t want to disappoint your girlfriend now, would we?” As if she was sizing her up for a meal, Kara’s eyes swept from Lena’s lips down to her long, pale legs.

“Shall we, Miss Zor-El?”

Kara streaked to Lena and had the brunette hoisted over her shoulder in less than a heartbeat. The brunette let out an excited yelp as the two tumbled gracelessly into bed.

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somber-sapphic · 9 months

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hi somber can I plesse request Alex Danvers from Supergirl getting sick after fighting an alien that causes cold/flu sickness as a side effect in the hours afterwards. possibly featuring worried sister Kara looking after Alex back to the lab before we go collect her? prompts could be “You really don’t look good…” and “You look like death warmed over.” 🌈🌺

Fevered Love

〖Notes: Look, I'll be honest, I don't like this one. I've rewritten it probably five times over the last few weeks and I just couldn't get it right. I'm really sorry I couldn't do it justice, I'll do better in the future.〗

〖Summary: Kara calls you in a panic, insistent that Alex is dying.〗

〖Word Count: 1.2k〗

〖Pairing: Sick Alex x Reader〗

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It wasn’t often that you got a frantic phone call from your sister-in-law begging you to hop on a plane and come home because (In Kara’s words) “I think Alex is dying”. That had been enough to jolt you out of your sleepy 4 am haze and push her for more information while tugging on socks while racing to pack everything up.

You hadn’t managed to get much more out of her, just that there had been a fight with an unknown alien and that Alex had gotten herself hit and that was about it. Kara had said that she couldn’t remember anything else important. Unfortunately, it was the ‘unimportant’ things that you really needed to know. Such as Alex’s temperature, her diagnosis, and if they had given her any medication.

It had taken you ten minutes to convince the woman who could literally fly faster than the speed of sound to come to get you, her arguing that she couldn’t leave Alex alone for all of the thirty seconds it would take for her to get you from England. You had finally convinced her that the brunette could be alone while she was sleeping and encouraged Kara to fly to you and bring you home.

Now, there you were, fighting with a clingy, feverish Alex while also trying to convince Kara that your fiancée would be fine. The blonde was incredibly distraught, while Alex seemed more interested in playing with your necklace. They had definitely given her something strong because she was totally and completely out of it.

“She’s been acting like this for hours! She fell asleep on the floor and then tried to make quesadillas, Y/n, I don’t know what to do!” the alien said, wringing her hands in distress. Her bright blue eyes were full of intense panic but at this point, you were more or less just exhausted. You were trying to gauge Alex’s condition, but it was difficult to do with Kara’s nonstop chattering and the woman’s utter disinterest in cooperating.

“Kara!” You finally snapped, shutting her up. She looked at you wide-eyed, her jaw hanging open in shock. Your fiancée stilled, both of them startled by your harsh tone. It wasn’t often that you were anything but soft-spoken and neither woman could actually recall a time that you had raised your voice.

“Kara,” You breathed, taking a moment to compose yourself before you continued. “I know you’re worried, but Alex will be fine. She’s loopy from medication, not dying. Now will you please stop yelling? It's four in the morning and you’re giving me a headache.”

“Mhm. Tried to tell’er.” Alex put in, already sounding a bit more coherent. Good, that would make her a bit easier to understand. You’d seen the woman with a high fever once and she had done some strange stuff. You’d found her wandering the apartment building wearing a tutu which you really had no idea how she got her hands on. It hadn’t been a fun 24 hours.

“Y-you sure?” Kara asked, sounding meek. The worry for her sister was endearing but also sort of annoying. Maybe you’d be able to deal with it in the morning, but for now, you just needed some quiet to tend to your fiancée.

“Yeah, I’m sure. Go home, get some rest. Tell Lena I said hi. I’ve got her, okay?” You walked over and squeezed the blonde’s shoulder, leading her slowly toward the door. Kara glanced back at Alex one last time and gave a small wave, which the brunette returned although with admittedly less gusto.

“Take care of her.” You smiled warmly at the reporter and nodded.

“Of course, Kar. I’ll call you in the morning. Go sleep.” She reluctantly left, tugging on the edge of her shirt as she walked down the hall. You hated making her leave when she was so anxious, but you needed to deal with Alex on your own, she would only make it worse with her hovering.

The woman pulled you out of your thoughts with a harsh coughing fit and drew you back to her side, biting your lip as you tried to figure out what to do.

“Aw Lex, you really don’t look good…” You sighed, taking a seat beside her on the couch. She whined tiredly and put her head on your shoulder, curling up against your side. She had barely said two words since you’d gotten home, and it didn’t seem like she was interested in saying anything for the time being.

“Do you remember what Hamilton gave you?” You murmured, content to just let her sleep for a while. You were exhausted from the conference and had suddenly remembered that you’d need to call your boss and somehow explain how you’d gotten from England to America in only a few hours in the middle of the night.

“I dunno, somethin’ strong. Said I’d be better ‘n a few days. M’sorry about Kara, she gets worried.” The brunette yawned, wrapping shaky hands around your bicep. You didn’t really understand how she could be trembling so hard while pressed so close to you, but you assumed it had to do with the fever.

“Shh, don’t worry her. How about we both get some sleep? You really do look like death warmed over.” You were teasing her a bit now, feeling more confident that you could actually take care of her. She was making sense now, which was a good sign. The way that her nose was running onto your collarbone and the wheezy sound of her breathing wasn’t particularly reassuring, but at least she wasn’t talking nonsense.

“Thanks for coming home. You didn’t have to do that.” The brunette sighed, letting out a deep chesty cough which she muffled into your shoulder. If this was contagious you would undoubtedly be getting it. You’d call Dr. Hamilton in the morning and get all of the information.

“Even if Kara didn’t tell me you were dying, I would’ve come home. I love you, Alexandra Danvers. Alien virus or not.” You heard her laugh quietly and leaned closer to her, trying to pretend that you were only doing it for her. If you were being honest, you really needed the hug.

The conference was so overwhelming, and you felt incompetent compared to everyone else there. A sick fiancée wasn’t precisely what you were hoping for to get you out of it, but at least you were home. Plus, Alex clearly needed you. Of course, this was about her needing you. Not the other way around.

“I love you too Y/n Y/l/n. You’re bein’ sappy, you okay?” The brunette prodded, putting you before herself, as always. You sighed heavily and kissed her warm forehead, leaving your nose pressed against her hairline. She smelled like vanilla and fresh cotton.

“Let’s worry about me later. For now, it’s bedtime. Sick girls need to rest.” Your lips quirked up when she kicked you and you both settled back into the couch, neither of you having the energy to get up and go to bed. Who needed a bed when there was another person to cuddle? Alex was more comfortable than any pillow could ever be.

You could tell by the way that she was breathing that it wouldn’t be an easy few days, but for the time being, all you could do was be there for her. Maybe she’d have more information in the morning.

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supercorps-imaginesetc · 2 years

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Being Supercorp’s Child Would Include

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Warnings: n/a

anonymous said: Hey!! Can i request a story where the reader is supercorp child??

I hope you guys are ok with all these Would Includes! If not, feel free to resend anything you would like to see as an imagine - Admin Cam

Also, I definitely could go on for days about this, but I had to cut the post off somewhere

Being Supercorp’s Child Would Include

Kara and Lena are protective of you

Not necessarily over protective, but your safety always comes first

They give you a necklace with a button to summon Supergirl if you’re ever in danger

Being the child of Lena Luthor and Kara Danvers means that some people may have it out for you, so they always want to be careful

One Halloween you beg to dress up as Supergirl

Of course they give in

For quite a few years, you all have a group costume and it’s absolutely adorable

Kara flies past your school at least once a day

They attend parent teacher conferences every time, even if it means they have to rush there

Or Kara has to randomly leave early for a Supergirl emergency

The same goes for your school events, no matter what type, and they always sit in the front row, so you can see them

Lena may hate sports but for you she is your number one fan

Kara and Lena are honored whenever you come to them for advice or tips on personal issues or school related things

They definitely hang all of your accomplishments on the walls and fridge

They each have a family photo on their desk at work

Family movie nights

You and Kara “argue” about what movie to watch

Lena has to be the mediator and insist that Kara picked last time so it’s your turn

They take turns dropping you off at school

Kara is usually the one who picks you up or if she’s busy Lena will send her assistant

They try their best to have a family dinner every night

Sometimes this means you and Kara bringing dinner to Lena’s office and eating with her there

Kara makes breakfast in the morning for you and Lena

Makes sure her loves have a good start to their day every morning

Even if it means making you and Lena take your breakfast with you

Little notes packed in your lunch

Kara and Lena take turns writing them

You like figuring out who wrote it by looking at their handwriting

You house is the “cool” house for sleepovers

Lena gets a little overwhelmed the first few times because she’s not used to being around this many kids at once and especially for an extended period of time

Kara loves it though so she is more than willing to take over for the night while Lena retires to their room

Kara will join in on pillow fights, making snacks, crafts, etc.

As you grow up, Lena joins in slowly as she becomes more comfortable

She definitely feels more comfortable around tweens and teens

Of course, she’ll do anything for you and your friends though

She always makes sure the house is stocked with all of you and your friends favorite snacks, games, etc.

Conspiring with Alex and Kelly to get your moms a mothers day present

Or conspiring with Nia and Brainy (mostly Nia)

While also conspiring with Kara and Lena to get Alex and Kelly a mothers day present

For birthday you and Kara always go all out for Lena

And you and Lena always go all out for Kara

Holidays are a big deal

Your family goes all out because they want to make it special for you

Kara and Lena like establishing family traditions because Lena never really had any, so they want to provide that for you

You all take a family vacation once a year

And it’s very well planned out because Lena has to insure she has no distractions and Kara has insure that someone is covering Metropolis for her

They do their best to always make time for you in their busy schedules because you always come first

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danversxluthor · 10 months

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The Super Blues (Pt 2) -- REWRITE

Kara and Lena meant to talk to Lori the morning after the parent teacher conference, but once again life got in the way. Supergirl was needed at a massive industrial fire near the wharf and Lena was called in for an emergency board meeting on a critical therapeutic acquisition. Their parents’ temporary absence wasn’t an uncommon occurrence and neither of the Luthor-Danvers kids were surprised or offended by it. The girls simply went about their days getting ready and then heading off to yet another day of school.

As the week went on, more Supergirl emergencies sprung up and the acquisition discussion turned into multiple days of intense negotiations to seemingly no avail. As much as Lena and Kara were concerned about Lori and wanted to talk to her, they just couldn’t seem to find the ideal time. Alex was even helping out by driving El to and from her speech therapy, which also served the purpose of checking up on Lori.

Finally, Thursday morning rolled around, and the outside world seemed to quiet down. Kara took the opportunity to make her famous blueberry pancakes before her girls were up and getting ready for school. While Kara cooked, Lena made sure the girls were up and moving. To no surprise, Ellie was already dressed and packed up for school.

“Good morning sweetheart” Lena greeted from the doorway. El went to wave but corrected herself seeing her mom’s raised eyebrow.

“‘Morn-ing” El greeted, “can you sign my per-per-miss-ion form?” El asked handing out the piece of paper.

Lena quickly read through the form. “Oh, the science museum, that's wonderful El. Of course.” Lena signs her name and notes the date in her smartphone. “Now get downstairs before Jeju eats all the pancakes by herself.” And with that, El was off.

Lori has never been a morning person and has always put up a fight to get out of bed, especially on a school day.

Knock knock

Lena waits, not hearing any movement or seeing any lights flicker on under the doorway.

“Lori…” Lena calls before knocking yet again. “Lori, come on sweetheart, it's time to get up for school.” Lena waits again, but after hearing no movement, she opens the door to find Lori curled up under the covers looking like a lump on the bed. After flicking on the lights, Lena makes her way over to the bed and sits gently, slowly peeling back the covers.

“Lori, it's time to get up baby.” Lena rubs her hand up and down her daughters back slowly rousing Lori from her sleep. Lori curls in on herself further and smooshes her face into her pillow to hide from the uninvited light.

“Come on Lor, you don't want to be late for school.” Lori grumbles and starts to roll out of bed, her golden hair a complete mess. Lena kisses Lori on the forehead and walks out to give her daughter some privacy to get ready for the day.

“Oh, and better hurry, Jeju made her famous pancakes.” Lena calls from the hallway. Despite sleeping for over nine hours the teen is still exhausted. Lori makes her way to the bathroom to try and salvage some sort of acceptable look for the day. She’s glad for the school uniform - one less thing to think about. Lori pulls her unruly golden hair into a messy bun and washes her face. She looks over at the makeup but doesn’t have the energy to make the effort. Who really cares anyway. As long as she doesn't stand out she’s fine.

El has finished her fifth pancake by the time Lori makes her way down the stairs.

“Morning Lor,” Kara calls out, “how many pancakes for you?”

“I don’t know, whatever's left I guess,” Lori pours herself a large thermos of black coffee and sits next to El. She sips at her coffee knowing well enough that no amount of caffeine can bring her out of the exhaustion.

“How are the pancakes kiddo?” Kara calls over her shoulder as she goes about cleaning the dishes. After receiving no response, she tries again. “Lori, how are the pancakes? I didn’t burn them, did I?” And still no answer.

Lena looks up from her tablet to see Lori staring out the window, tired eyes unfocused. Kara and Lena share a concerned look. El goes to get Lori’s attention, but Lena smoothly intercepts her.

“Ellie, why don’t you get your book bag and shoes ready.” Lena suggests, eyes not leaving Lori. El, sensing something else far more serious is going on, quickly makes her exit.

“Lori,” Lena says as she takes El’s seat and slowly brushes her hand against Lori’s shoulder. Kara has now stopped washing the dishes and is looking across the island at her eldest. The touch seems to have brought Lori back to the kitchen.

“Hmm?” Lori’s eyes refocus and her gaze meets her Jeju’s across the island. “What was that?” Lori asks in a monotone.

“Are you feeling ok, Lor?” Kara asks.

“Yeah, just a bit tired I guess.” Lori explains as she picks up her fork and starts cutting the pancakes in front of her. She isn’t really hungry though, just doesn’t want to see Jeju's concerned face anymore. Lori knows she’s not fine, she knows she is more than just tired, but she doesn’t know what she is. And how can she possibly put something so minor on her parents who are already so overstretched. No, Lori knows she has to hold it together.

“Do you want to stay home today?” Lena asks in a soft tone. “I can stay with you. My schedule is completely empty, so it would be just you and me. We can stay in and cuddle and watch movies or we could sneak out for lunch, maybe even see Aunt Alex?” Lori continues to push around the pancakes on her plate, half listening to her mom.

“I’m fine. El and I should probably get going.” Lori leaves the cut up but uneaten pancakes on her plate and she starts getting up from the counter.

“Ok, Lori, but you can always call us from school if you need to come home and rest,” Kara comments. Alex had reported to Kara that Lori barely left her room during the week. Kara didn’t know what to make of this. Lori was looking rather pale and warn down.

“Sure thing, Jeju,” Lori assured, trying to sound livelier to ease her parents' obvious concern.

“We’re just worried and we love you. You can come to us with anything.” Lena says.

“I promise I’m totally fine,” Lori says assures her parents again, this timing adding a small smirk, but the look on her moms’ faces tell her they’re not convinced. Lori walks briskly out of the kitchen to avoid any further caring remarks that just make her feel worse and worse about being an unnecessary burden. A few seconds later, Ellie sneaks through the kitchen after her sister.

—

“Kelly, I have no idea what to do,” Lena says in exasperation. “She isn’t talking to us. She didn’t even want to stay home from school. She’s barely eating. At least she’s keeping up with school, but that's always been a walk in the park for her. What do we do?” Both Kara and Lena were in Lena’s office talking with Kelly on speaker phone. After this morning, the pair knew that it wasn’t as easy ask talking to Lori, especially when Lori had no interest in talking to them.

“You’re right to be concerned, and you’re doing the right thing by trying to talk it out.” Kelly reassures the pair. “Ultimately, Lori has to be open up on her own. Sometimes that's hard, especially for a teenager. Keep letting her know you’re here for her no matter how hard she pushes you away. It's also probably best to keep an eye on her. I know you both have difficult schedules, but to the extent at least one of you can be around in the morning or after school when the kids are home, that would be helpful.”

“I know you told me not to, but I went on webMD and did some digging on team mental health. And... do you think she might have an eating disorder or hurt herself or…” Kara asks, swallowing her words hard. Lena squeezes her wife’s hand, dreading the thought that Lori would resort to such a thing.

“Lori is in a unique and volatile phase of life. Teen hormones and emotions are in constant flux, it’s difficult to say what's going on without having more information.” Kelly explains. “WebMD can be a great resource, Kara, but it can lead to some quick and often misleading conclusions. For right now, just keep an eye on Lori and make sure she’s eating enough, bathing, sleeping, etc. and, Kara, maybe take a break from webMD.”

“Thank you, Kelly. We really appreciate you taking the time out of your schedule.” Lena says as she rubs her temples.

“Anytime. I’m always happy to help. Love you both.”

“Thanks again Kel. Love you.”

---

As the school day went on, Lori was feeling more and more out of it. She felt guilty for being so short with her moms this morning and annoyed at herself for worrying them. Lori made it to lunch and was out behind the gym, when she realized the bell had already rung for next period.

Despite already being late, Lori didn’t move. She stayed staring up at the sky wondering what it would be like to just disappear. She could do it. She could leave. She could get away from everything. So, Lori got up, feeling far removed from everything around her and started walking. Not back into the school, but out into the city. She walked a block without being stopped and then another and another. Before she knew it, she was across town and headed over the bridge. She couldn’t feel her legs and barely noticed her surroundings. She just kept walking.

—

“Ma’am, the schools on the line for you,” Liz, Lena’s new assistant, called in.

“Thank you, Liz, please patch them through.” Lena was already preparing to pack up, guessing that Lori finally took them up on the offer to stay home for the day.

“This is Lena,” she answered in her typical business tone.

“Mrs. Luthor-Danvers, hello, this is Principal Higgins from National City Prep. I’m sorry to call you at work, but it seems Lori has not checked into her past two classes.” The message is far from what Lena anticipated and her heart rate starts to pick up.

“She hasn’t checked in? Is her car in the lot?” Lena questions as Kara lands on her balcony having sensed the spike in heart rate.

“Her car is still here at the school. Our security team has reviewed footage and she didn’t leave from either of the main school entrances. We’ll keep an eye out for her and call with any updates.”

“Thank you.” Lena says before hanging up the phone and grabbing onto Kara like her life depends on it and letting her tears fall.

“We’re going to find her Lee, I promise.” Kara holds her wife.

TO BE CONTINUED...

#baby!danvers #little!luthor #supercorp #kara danvers #lena luthor #supergirl

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inkedroplets · 1 year

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16!!!!!!!

16. Is there any written scene that you think about a lot?

So, a little context. the premise of the fic is that Lena gets cold feet about Non Nocere, but is hurting so much that she makes a deal with J'onn's brother to give him his freedom if he erases all her memories of Kara Danvers. It would have a domino effect of her forgetting everyone else as well since she met them through Kara. She would retain her memories of Supergirl however. But with their relationship frosty at best, she moves back to Metropolis without anything (Kara) keeping her there.

Kara would only be able to talk to Lena as Supergirl due to the risk that she might dredge up the memories that J'onn's brother erased . Pretty much what happened to Alex when she erased her memories of Kara but with the caveat that Lena doesn't want to remember so it's even more dangerous for her. Lena does actually manage to have a happy life in Metropolis. She even gets a girlfriend. But there's something missing that keeps bothering her. Dreams that she can't remember very well, ones that has her waking up in tears. Anyway the scene in question has Kara acting as a bodyguard for Lena, she's perched atop the penthouse roof after there's a threat on Lena's life. Lena takes the protection very begrudgingly and she spends it having an evening in with her girlfriend while Kara can overhear everything.

“There is something I’ve been meaning to ask you,” Tatsu said, peering at Lena over the rim of her wine glass. She flashed her a slightly coy half-smile, not quite meeting Lena’s gaze although not actively shying from it either.

“You didn’t intentionally wait for me to have a couple glasses of wine before asking me, did you?” Lena teased. “If so, you might want to hold off until I’ve had a few more.” She arched an eyebrow, tracing her index finger alongside the rim of her glass.

“Am I that transparent?” Tatsu grinned toothily. “I meant to ask you when we first met, actually, but it slipped my mind… Somehow.” Her smile shrunk, became more secretive and her gaze flickered away. “Flattery will get you everywhere,” Lena murmured, trying to mask the blush rising in her cheeks by pouring herself another glass of wine. “Fire away.”

“Nothing earth-shattering,” Tatsu assured her, running a hand lazily through her hair, a habit of hers that Lena had grown quite fond of. “Why did you move back to Metropolis? It was so sudden,” she added quickly, sounding slightly panicked as if she regretted asking Lena in the first place. “It was,” Lena agreed. She pursed her lips, momentarily lost in thought “I shouldn’t have asked.” Tatsu reached out and gave Lena’s arm a squeeze. “No,” Lena said and let out a little puff of laughter. “It’s really nothing, I just feel a little foolish, is all. I had my own reasons for moving to National City in the first place.” “Okay,” Tatsu said carefully, her hand still wrapped gently around Lena’s forearm. “I was watching TV and Supergirl was on the news and I don’t know why but I just had this idea, this stupid idea that we could work together. That all the good I wanted to do, we could do together.” She smiled sheepishly, not quite able to meet Tatsu’s gaze. “After Lex, I thought that I could undo some of the damage he caused, put more good into the world. A Luthor and a Super working together…” She chuckled. “Maybe I expected too much from both of us…” “Why her?” Tatsu asked. “Why not save yourself the agony of packing and strike up a partnership with Superman? Truth, Justice and a stick up his butt,” she said and toasted him. “I told you it was stupid,” Lena said and shook her head, raising her glass halfheartedly along with her. “I don’t know… Maybe I thought she would be different. That she could look past me being a Luthor and see me for me. Regardless, I figured out that we work much better as the ‘break glass in case of emergency’ kind of associates.” “Her loss.” Tatsu gave her a shy kind of shrug but didn’t shy away from her gaze. “Because you are very good company.” “Now I know you’ve had too much,” Lena fired back, pretending to make a grab for the bottle but smiling while she did so. “And you didn’t make any friends while you were there?” Tatsu asked, looking far more at ease.

“I didn’t go there to make friends,” Lena said, grinning. “And you’ve been around me long enough to know that most people give me a wide berth”

“Present company excluded.”

“For whatever reason,” Lena fired back, grinning.“Honestly, I don’t know why I moved back… I just woke up one day and realized that nothing was keeping me there and it just made sense to come back here…”

#asks #supercorp snippet #I really do need to post more

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When It Reigns Part 19

Requested by Anonymous

Pairings: Kara Danvers x Reader

Tags: Angst, Kryptonian!Reader, Parent!Reader, Parent!Kara, Estranged Parent, Graphic Depictions of Injuries, Blood, Humor, Bad Dreams, Memory Loss

Everything Taglist: @sammy90682 @nobody13 @owloftheshadows @captain-josslett @camslightstories @worldovart @finleyfray @acertainredhead @sammm9068 @reginassecretlover

When you came to, it was slow and arduous. You felt weak, incredibly so, but you felt two weights snuggled by your sides. You groaned, and that’s when you felt a hand against your cheek.

“Hey there, beautiful.”

You smiled and leaned into the touch, knowing instinctively who the hand belonged to.

“Beautiful isn’t the description I would give myself this moment,” you groaned.

You blinked your eyes open and focused on Kara, who was watching you with the softest smile that you had ever seen. You watched as she tucked some of her hair behind her ear before she cupped your cheek.

“You will always be beautiful to me.”

You rolled your eyes and chuckled. “Charmer,” you quipped before you looked around. “Where’s Angel?”

“Right here.”

You looked down to see her cuddled into your other side, her cheek buried into your neck, and when you saw her, tears came to your eyes. She was here, and she was safe. You leaned down to kiss her hair, sniffling as you tried to hold her closer. Your little girl was safe. And she was so brave.

“She wouldn’t leave your side,” Kara whispered as she ran soft and gentle fingers through her daughter’s hair.

“If it were me, you would have to pry me away from her, so I understand.”

Kara chuckled and kissed your cheek. “How do you feel?”

“Like I just got absolutely decimated by a runaway train. How are you?”

“Nothing the sun lamp couldn’t fix,” she replied.

“How’s Alex?”

As if on cue, she shuffled into the med bay. She groaned as she held a massive ice pack to her head. Alex didn’t say anything. Instead, she walked to a cabinet, opened it, and took out a large bottle of Advil.

“I know it doesn’t look like it, but I’m so happy that you’re awake,” she grumbled.

Alex readjusted the ice pack on her head. “My head is beating like a goddamn drum.”

“Are you okay??” you asked her.

“It’s a result of the psychic link we had with you and J’onn. It hit her a little harder,” Kara explained.

“Sorry that I’m not super awesome and have superpowers,” Alex mumbled sarcastically.

“Yeah, bummer,” Kara cackled. Alex shook her head.

“Bitch,” she said under her breath as she walked out. You watched her pop at least four pills in her mouth before she disappeared from view.

Kara giggled and you stared at the door she left out of. “I’m no doctor but I’m pretty sure that she took way more than the recommended amount.”

“She’ll chase it down with some wine in about an hour. She has never been one to listen to doctor’s orders.”

That made you laugh. Beside you, Angel stirred awake. She yawned before looking up.

“Hey there, beautiful,” you said, and her eyes widened.

“Mom!”

She circled her arms around you and hugged you closely. You held her back, your nose buried in her hair.

“Hi, babygirl,” you murmured against her skin. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too!”

She was full on sobbing now, and you held her closer to you, smiling as she released the emotions that she’d been holding in for so long.

“You’re okay, right? Like you’re back to normal?”

“I’m not quite sure. Reign is gone but I have no idea if I’m me again.”

“Actually, I do have an answer for you,” Lena said with a smile as she walked in.

“Yeah?”

“The results from your blood examination came back. You are 100% human. There’s no trace of Kryptonian DNA anywhere.”

You breathed a sigh of relief as you sank back into the bed. That was so reassuring to hear. Angel pouted a little though, her eyes crinkling at the sides.

“What’s wrong?” you asked her.

“It would have been kind of cool to have another mom with superpowers. Could you imagine if you and Momma fought bad guys together?”

It was a thought, but you still shook your head. “There’s no way I would be remotely responsible if I had powers. All it would take would be for someone to cut me off in traffic and then I’d throw their car off a bridge.”

Angel snorted and Kara frowned. “No, we don’t need that.”

You turned to face Lena. “You protected my daughter from Reign. You protected her with your life. I don’t even know how to thank you.”

Lena smiled softly and held her hands together. She looked away as a slight blush colored her cheeks. “You don’t have to thank me at all.”

You shook your head. “No, I’m going to, because had anything happened to her, or you, or anybody else that I care about, I wouldn’t even know how to cope. And yet, you put yourself between Reign and her like it was nothing. You could have been hit or worse!”

Lena took your hand and held it tightly. “But I wasn’t, and neither was Angel. We’re all safe and relatively unscathed. You have nothing to worry about except for you to heal. We’re all okay and now you should focus on being the same.”

You nodded. Lena waved shyly to Angel and Kara before she took her leave. Everything was silent for a moment as you held your two favorite girls.

“I’m hungry,” you said a moment before your stomach growled.

Kara sat up. “Potstickers? Pizza?”

“All of it, please.”

Kara chuckled as she gently got up from the bed.

“Yes, ma’am.”

***

It was two more weeks before you were cleared to leave the DEO. After extensive tests that proved that you were no longer affected by Reign, J’onn practically pushed you out the door and told you not to come back. All of it was said with a smile on his face, of course. You were back at L-Corp with Angel doing her homework on the desk across from you.

“You’re okay with being here? It might be an all-nighter.”

Angel shrugged and smiled adorably. “No, I don’t mind. I wish to spend more time with you. Even if we’re not doing anything together, I still want to share a space with you. If that’s okay.”

You smiled, a bubble of emotion welling in your chest. “Of course, it's okay. It’s more than okay.”

Angel gave you the widest smile. More time passed when Lena checked in on you. You had to reassure her multiple times that you were more than okay to do this. By comparison, it was infinitely easier to stay at work all night than to be some alien doomsday device for all of mankind on planet Earth. That one made her laugh, and she took her leave after making you promise that you wouldn’t overdo yourself. As the time continued to tick on, and the day turned into night, you heard the sound of Kara’s boots landing on the balcony.

“Hello, gorgeous,” she said to you as she stepped inside.

Angel was already asleep. With a stomach full of pizza and her homework completed, she snoozed on the couch, and you even tucked her in.

“Hello, hello.”

You got up and hugged your wife, your face burrowed into the skin of her neck. She cupped your cheek before leaning down and kissing you deeply. You melted into her, Kara’s lips warm and strong against yours as she continued to hold you close.

“Wow, I missed that,” you admitted when she pulled away.

“Well, if you have some more energy later tonight, I would be more than happy to oblige. Maybe more kisses, or maybe something much more.”

You went to respond when Angel dry heaved.

“That’s so freaking gross.”

You chuckled and held Kara close. Everything was okay. You were okay. Your family was okay, and for the first time, you felt more than prepared for the future, whatever it may bring.

#supergirl #fanfic #kara danvers #kara danvers x reader #reader insert #x reader #parent!kara #estranged parent #parent!reader #graphic injuries #blood #humor #angst #bad dreams \#memory loss

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pippytmi · 2 years

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if ur still taking them #13 with supercorp for the prompts

It’s just past five in the morning when Kara blinks awake without knowing why.

She has become used to the sounds of early-morning commuters pattering through the halls, the rhythmic beeps of cars being unlocked downstairs, the coffee maker in the kitchen hissing like it always does when Lena uses it; at first she used to resent her roommate and all other early risers, but now she’s been able to sleep through it like nothing. So it puzzles her now, to be awake for no reason, and especially this time of morning.

“Kara?” comes a sudden whisper, and okay, that makes more sense—Lena sometimes has to wake Kara up whenever Kara accidentally blocks her car, and at this point Kara has maybe-sort-of become attuned to the sound of Lena’s footsteps. Even subconsciously, it seems.

Kara immediately sits up, unsuccessfully hiding a yawn behind her arm. “Hey, sorry, give me a second,” she says. Sometime during the night she’d swept the blankets half off the bed, and as a result she all but tumbles out of bed.

Lena is biting back a smile when Kara catches up to her in the doorway; her hair’s just a touch wet the way it always is after a blow-drying session, her makeup soft and pretty in the light of the hallway, the one that only has two bulbs instead of the usual four because the landlord keeps on making excuses not to come by.

“What happened to being up in time for a drive before the sun rises?”

“Did I say that?” Kara’s head slowly begins to clear, and it dawns all at once; it’s a Saturday. “Oh, shoot. The traffic!”

“Somehow, I think we will survive,” Lena says, and she brushes aside her damp hair and tilts her head down the hall. “I just wanted to make sure you were up. I’m going to pack for the ride if that’s okay?”

“Yeah, of course.” Kara reaches to adjust her glasses but realizes she’d forgotten to grab them in her haste to get up. “So is that a definitive no to the—”

“Nope, absolutely no flying,” Lena calls over her shoulder without so much as a pause, and Kara grins.

Kara has brought Lena to Midvale with her every holiday since they were roommates in college, and even though it’s been a few years since they graduated, the tradition has stayed—and so has Lena’s insistence that she will never, ever allow Kara to take her flying. (She cites a fear of heights, but Kara will forever argue that if Lena hadn’t been drunk the first and only time they tried, she might not have thrown up quite so much).

Today isn’t so much a holiday as it is her grandma’s birthday, but Grandma Danvers loves Lena more than half the family anyway; Lena had been the one to even receive the invite, and Grandma Danvers had lovingly penned at the bottom “bring your roommate if you want, I like that Kara girl” with a smiley face that Kara had taught her how to draw.

In any case, it’s still early enough to beat the morning rush, and Kara uses superspeed to cheat in getting showered and dressed. She also finishes packing everything into the car before Lena even has time to ask, including the half-packed snack bag that Lena is filling. Lena gives her a flat, unimpressed glare in response like she does every time Kara shows off, and Kara laughs because she knows Lena really doesn’t mean it.

They’re on the road before the streetlamps are even out, and as easy as it would be to fly to Midvale, Kara also really likes their drives—Lena plugs in her phone and makes Kara listen to whatever she wants, and she’ll idly tap along on the seat while Kara belts out her best Stevie Nicks impression. And as the drive gets long, Lena will dutifully hold a bag of chips so Kara can drive with one hand and snack with the other. It’s a system that just works, and one Kara would be content with for the rest of her life, probably.

(Not that she spends a lot of time thinking about that. Or anything.)

“Oh, Alex is calling,” Lena announces as they’re nearly halfway there; she’s been playing whatever games Kara has, while her own phone remains faithfully cycling Fleetwood Mac’s entire discography. “Hey Alex. Yeah, we’re on our way, sorry we didn’t come up last night but I was working late. Yeah? What about?” A pause, steady nodding, and then a sharp scoff. “Shut up, no she didn’t.”

“What?” Kara asks, but Lena pays her no mind.

“You are a liar,” Lena says. “Do you have me on speaker? What sick, twisted bet do you have running?”

“What’s happening?” Kara tries again, admittedly a bit more concerned now, and Lena does not spare her a single glance before she smacks Kara on the shoulder. “Ow.”

“You did not feel that,” Lena spares a single ounce of attention to say. “And focus on the road, please.”

“I am,” Kara grumbles, but she stays quiet as Lena finishes the conversation she was meant to be having with her sister.

Lena hangs up without so much as a goodbye, which must mean this is serious. “Alex says hi,” she huffs.

“…and is that all she said, or—?”

“And she’s being an ass,” Lena adds, as if that clarifies anything. “Apparently, your grandma was talking her ear off last night about us.”

“Us? You and me, us?” Kara casts a quick glance in Lena’s direction to gauge her expression, but it’s hard to tell; Lena has an uncanny ability to appear stone-faced, a habit she’s developed in order to keep her sanity whenever it comes to work.

“It’s my fault.” There’s a crack in demeanor there, not visible, but in the softening of Lena’s voice. “I was talking to your grandma last week about a surprise we had for her birthday.”

“Her present?” Kara and Lena had decided on a joint gift: a certificate naming a star for the Danvers family. It was the kind of gesture Grandma Danvers would adore, and it’d been a stroke of genius on Lena’s part. “What about it? Don’t tell me Alex had the same idea.”

“She wishes.” Another tell of Lena’s mood is the way she begins to fidget, the sound of the drum of her fingernails against Kara’s phone case ringing clear as “The Chain” fades out. “I guess your grandma is expecting the big surprise from us to be that we’re together. Like, as a couple.”

Kara has always prided herself on being a rather unfazeable person, but that—that is enough to make anyone choke on air. “Uh,” she stammers, “and is that—that’s something Grandma wants?”

“The way Alex said it, she’s about to throw a wedding on the spot,” Lena grimly replies, and Kara pales.

“Oh.” She mechanically switches lanes as they merge onto the final highway of their journey, mind racing all the while. And as if compelled, her eyes keep drifting back to Lena, who has turned to face the window. Lena’s jaw is set tightly, her shoulders tense, and Kara doesn’t understand why. Is Lena—repelled at the thought? Is she annoyed by Kara’s meddling family? Both answers are disheartening and she really, really hopes it’s neither.

Because, well, of course Kara’s thought about it before. Many times, even. She already loves Lena as a best friend, as a roommate, and there’s been moments when she smiles at Kara while adorably half-asleep and Kara wants to kiss her. Like, in a normal, not-crushing-on-the-best-friend-she’s-ever-had kind of way.

Kara clears her throat. “I’m sorry,” she breaks the quiet. (Or, more accurately, the opening of “Landslide.”) “If her saying that made you uncomfortable.”

“What? No, it’s not that.” Lena reaches across the seat to quickly rest her hand on Kara's shoulder in a silent apology. “I just, I don't want to disappoint her with our actual surprise.”

“I didn't even think of that,” Kara sighs. “Okay. Well, um…” She gnaws on her bottom lip, trying to form thoughts, and is distracted by the dumb bumper sticker of the car in front of them which reads I ❤️ my girlfriend but my wife hates her. And suddenly, that's when it hits. “Wait. What if we did tell her we're dating?”

“What?”

“Think about it,” Kara hastily continues. “I mean, she loves you so much, it makes sense why the two of us being a couple would make her happy. So what if we pretend we're together? That will make her day, and the next time we see her won't be until Thanksgiving so we can just make up an excuse for why we broke up or something then.”

Lena twists in her seat to face Kara, and there's no mistaking her disbelief. “You want me to lie to your grandma?”

“Not in a bad way,” Kara is quick to reassure her. “Just, in a, what-she-doesn’t-know-can’t-hurt-her kind of way.”

“That feels like the opposite of a birthday gift,” Lena says slowly. “For the record.”

Kara's eagerness deflates as quickly as the idea had come. “You're right,” she says, feels her face grow hot in embarrassment. “It's dumb, I don't know what I'm thinking.”

“I didn't say it was dumb—don't put words in my mouth.” And Lena rests a hand on Kara's wrist, skin soft and too warm because she always holds her hands right in front of the car vents while the heat is blasting. “I suppose if she doesn't find out it's a lie, well…it would be harmless.”

“Right,” Kara agrees automatically. “And she wouldn't find out.”

“Because you’re an absolute master of fooling people?” Lena has the ability to quirk an eyebrow, and she always, always, does it whenever there’s even a hint to the whole Kara-having-powers-and-being-an-alien thing. She takes way too much pleasure in teasing Kara over the fact that, well, the fact certainly was never a secret for long.

“I feel like you’re making fun of me.”

“I would never,” Lena hums, all too pleased, and she cranks up the music and gets that distant, faraway look to her eyes as she gazes out of the window. “It's your call, Kara Danvers. If you want me to be your fake girlfriend, then I'm in.”

“Why do you do that?” Kara wonders aloud before she even realizes she’s speaking. “Um, the whole…’Kara Danvers’ thing. You always have a habit of calling people by their full names.”

Lena shrugs. “I don’t know,” and she kind of smiles over her shoulder, a shy smile just hovering on the cusp of amused. “Is it weird?”

“No,” Kara says, and she feels her whole chest ache with the word, because what she means is I like it. And, maybe in the strangest turn of events, she understands what she really means is I like you.

By the time they arrive in Midvale, it’s bordering on noon; Kara stops to put gas while Lena insists on running inside the gas station for a soda, and she emerges holding a new pair of sunglasses and about three sodas too many—at least for her. Kara gives her grief over the fact that she buys all these sodas to taste and abandon, while Lena just rolls her eyes and points out it’s not a waste because Kara will drink them anyway.

(And she does, but not without having an internal freakout about placing her lips on the same can Lena did.)

“You know,” Lena says as Kara pulls up to her grandma’s house after a million Lena-requested stops, “we should probably have a story before we go inside.”

“Huh?” Alright, maybe not all the stops were Lena-related. Kara is currently four bites into a burger from the diner down the street and her attention’s pretty much laser-focused on how much she’s missed the food here.

“Of how we got together,” Lena clarifies, and Kara almost chokes.

“R-right,” she manages—coughs—out. “And we probably have to seem…couple-y.”

“Right,” Lena echoes, voice sort of tight, and Kara nervously adjusts her glasses.

“We can do this,” she says, more to reassure herself than anything. “It can’t be too different than being friends, can it? We’re good at that. Being friends.”

Lena awkwardly clears her throat. “Yeah,” she says. “Best friends.”

“Okay, then, how about we were hanging out—as friends do—and then…” Kara kind of trails off; it’s harder than anticipated, to spin tales about the entirely hypothetical situation of asking her best friend out. And it’s especially hard when Lena is looking at her, biting her bottom lip in a way that has Kara zeroed in on her mouth. “No, scratch that. We need a real story.”

“What do you mean?” Lena frowns. “The whole thing isn’t exactly real, so…”

“It still needs to be believable.” Kara sits up straighter, the perfect image already forming. “We can say we started dating two months ago, when you went on a blind date with Victoria-or-whatever, except in our fake story we say that I got jealous and blurted out I had feelings for you. And obviously you liked me back, or else this would have ended very awkwardly.”

Lena shoots her a very fond, and very exasperated, look. “I know you know her name is Veronica.”

“—and,” Kara goes on, ignoring the comment, “we kept it quiet because we wanted to take it slow. Since, you know, our friendship comes first.”

“Obviously,” Lena says. “So we have the story, but what about the…acting?” She grimaces slightly. “God, it sounds so sketchy the more we discuss it.”

“Only if you make it that way, Lena,” says Kara with a straight face, and Lena balls up a diner napkin and throws it at her. “Hey!”

Before she can initiate a proper war using whatever tools are at her disposal (a Slim Jim being an especially enticing makeshift sword), Kara’s phone starts ringing again; it’s Alex, and Lena answers because of course she still has Kara’s phone in her hand and not her own.

“Hi, Alex.” A pause. “Yes, we’re outside, how did you know?” Another frown, this time deeper. “Ew, why are you watching us? That’s creepy. Tell—tell Maggie I can hear her. And is that—” All at once, Lena bursts into a laugh. “Hi, Grandma Danvers. No, Alex is a liar, you know she is. Kara is just pretending she isn’t eating lunch for the second time before she comes in to raid your pantry.”

“Hey,” Kara repeats, and Lena crinkles her nose at her and just keeps on smiling.

“Okay. Uh-huh. Bye.” Lena finally passes her phone back. “Looks like it’s showtime. Are you ready for this?”

“Yes,” Kara says firmly. Then, “Wait, let me finish eating first.”

Afterwards, as they stumble out into the dust and dirt, Kara watches Lena—Lena, who wears Kara’s flannels with the sleeves rolled up, who insists on a full face of makeup even when it’s just Kara’s family she has to be with, who consciously reviews every step carefully so she will not step on any bugs. She gives a frightened yelp as a bee flies past, stumbling back automatically, and Kara is immediately there to steady her.

“Can I hold your hand?” Kara finds herself asking, and Lena’s face turns a soft pink when she says yes, and Kara doesn’t even know if it’s due to the heat or some other reason.

Suddenly it’s like she is a teenager again, all fumbling fingers and sweaty palms, but Lena is remarkably unfazed. She just squeezes Kara’s hand tighter, allows Kara to grandly sweep open the front door, laughing at the way Kara trips over the loose porch step as if absolutely nothing is different.

Grandma Danvers is all over them in an instant. “I knew it!” she crows. “You two have been keeping this from me, haven’t you?! Oh I’m so happy for you both!” She’s hugging them before Kara can even drop their bags, and from over her head, Alex is mouthing you motherfucker because she most certainly must have placed some sort of bet about this.

“Grandma,” Kara whines, as is her obligatory right as a grown woman being smothered. “Who says we’ve been keeping anything from you?”

“It’s one thing to be keeping secrets, child, but another to lie about it,” Grandma Danvers huffs. “Lena, you’re sure you want this one?”

“Grandma!”

Lena does not bother to hide her blatant amusement. “Unfortunately, yes,” she says, making a show of batting her eyelashes up at Kara, and Kara swallows hard because she’s just—very close. Close enough that she could almost kiss her.

“Gross,” Maggie chimes in, and Lena flips her off behind Grandma Danvers’ back (because as far as she knows, Lena Luthor is the saint among their group). “But I totally called it. Alex owes me twenty bucks.”

“You’re betting on my love life?” Kara asks, half-scandalized and half-unsurprised. “Does Eliza know about this?”

“Eliza also owes me twenty bucks,” Maggie says all-too-proudly; now Kara finds it in herself to be a tad concerned.

“Well,” Lena cuts in, “this is a very…touching reunion, but not why we’re here.” The Lena Luthor that Kara knows has always been able to charm anyone, and she can commandeer a room without trying, but this is the Lena that Kara likes the best—the person whose face practically glows as she hugs Kara’s grandma. “Thank you for having me, Grandma Danvers. Happy birthday.”

“Oh, you know you’re always family, sweetheart,” she replies. “Even if you and Kara weren’t dating, you know I’d pick you first.”

“I’m still here,” Kara is sure to remind her, and Grandma Danvers just laughs and shoos her off to carry Lena’s bag upstairs. This, of course, is what causes her brain to start snowballing. If they’re “dating,” the family will undoubtedly expect Lena to sleep in Kara’s room tonight. And then they’ll have to share the bed. Together. Very close to each other.

(And together).

Lena comes to find her eventually. “I can’t help but notice you didn’t raid the fridge yet,” she says. “And we’ve been here almost half an hour, so…you must be sick, or possessed, I’m assuming?” Teasing as her words are, her voice is decidedly gentler, an unspoken question held in the way she waits patiently at the doorway.

Kara sort of blinks back. “Yeah, no, I—I’m getting to it,” she says. I’m okay is what she means, and even as she’s sitting on her childhood bed and clasping her hands too tightly between her knees, she hopes Lena gets it.

She must, surely, because Lena’s shoulders relax. “Okay,” she says, and takes a seat beside Kara. “Do you feel weird about what happened?”

“Not really,” Kara says. Pauses. “Maybe? I don’t know. I don’t know how I feel right now. I thought we could just come in here and pretend and we would all laugh and move on and—and nothing would change. I mean, nothing has changed,” she’s quick to add.

Lena rests her hand on Kara’s thigh. “I get it,” she admits. “It’s weird. I never thought your family would like the idea of us dating so much.”

“Right! It is weird!” Kara laughs a little too loudly. “Um, not the idea of us dating, just that they’re really on board. With it.”

“Exactly!” And Lena’s—looking right at Kara now, green eyes framed in mascara that’s a little smudged from falling asleep in the car, so beautiful that it makes Kara’s heart skip a beat. “So, um, are you ready to keep on playing along?”

“Definitely,” Kara promises, and she feels the itching need to brush a flyaway strand of hair behind Lena’s ear, and so she does it. “Thank you, for this. You’re…a really good friend.”

“Your best friend,” Lena corrects, not in the usual smartass way that she would say it, but quietly—quietly, like a reassurance they both need, and even as the space between them seems to grow smaller and the air feels heavier on their shoulders, they don’t look away.

“Yeah,” Kara whispers. “Always.”

(And she knows—she knows—that it is definitely not just friendship they’re talking about here.)

#had to write this for u too obviously ❤️#i had to cut it v awkwardly but MAN this was fun!!! tysm :')#supercorp #supergirl #i need a fic tag #lyssa #this is for the prompt: 'my grandma is in love with you and she lives far away #so why not pretend to be a couple for the few days we see her'#i could have written a whole 10k fic on this this is DANGEROUS its why i dont take prompts ...#i have zero (0) self control ok

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So This is Love

by Sextual

With Valentine's fast approaching, Lena sets aside her hatred of the day when Kara persuades her to go on a trip. If she had known that Kara's family would also be tagging along, she might have packed more than lingerie.

Words: 6873, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of So This is Christmas

Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Lena Luthor, Kara Danvers, Lillian Luthor, Alex Danvers, Kelly Olsen (Supergirl TV 2015), Esme (Supergirl TV 2015), Jeremiah Danvers, Eliza Danvers

Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Kara Danvers & Lena Luthor

Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Kara Danvers, Omega Lena Luthor, Fluff and Smut, Romantic Comedy, Valentine's Day, College, Oral Sex, Knotting, Smut, Lingerie

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Agent Danvers - Chapter 6

Series Masterlist

Main Masterlist

I was going to post this tomorrow, but I decided just to post it today!

Enjoy what nonsense I put in here . . .

I love y’all!

Kara kneels over a man’s body in her Supergirl suit.

“I called her, sir,” Alex tells Hank. “We hunt aliens. She is one. It’s a resource we didn’t have before.” Kara looks around, smiling slightly up at her sister.

“What can I do to help?” Kara rises to her feet.

“Don’t cause any oil spills,” Hank says.

Harsh, Kara thinks.

“Take a look around. Don’t touch anything,” Alex tells her younger sister.

“Alex,” Hank says and the two take a few steps away, “this whole facility specializes in chemical manufacturing. Sodium hypochlorite, ammonium nitrate.

“Ingredients for a chemical bomb?” Alex questions.

“Yeah,” Hank replies. “We need to find this alien, fast.”

. . .

There is a knock on (Y/n)’s front door from a pair of concerned sisters.

“You think she’s okay?” Kara asks, her eyes wide with worry. “She’s been mentioning for the last few days that she’s felt sick.”

“I hope she’s okay,” Alex replies. She, once again, sees the image of her baby sister crying over her redheaded girlfriend’s unconscious body and pain rips at Alex Danvers’s heart.

. . .

Loud knocking wakes (Y/n) from her place on the couch, still feeling nauseous. As (Y/n) stumbles sleepily to the door, Liho meows, looking annoyed - and sleepy.

(Y/n) opens her door, her gaze softening.

“Lena! Come in,” (Y/n) opens her door, letting Yelena Belova.

(Y/n) gives Yelena a hug, her eyes softening with a sisterly affection.

Liho toddles over on little legs, letting out a soft mew.

“Hi,” Yelena crouches down, petting the cat on the head.

(Y/n) sits back down on the couch, trying to quell her nausea.

Yelena studies (Y/n) for a moment, but then shrugs, sitting down.

. . .

(Y/n)’s leans back in her seat at her desk at CatCo, furrowing her eyebrows. The ache in her lower back had been frustrating her for the last hour and a half, yet she had no time to get up and try to relieve her pain.

The firewall she was trying to build had frustrated her even further.

Kara walks over to her sister’s desk, sitting down on the edge of the desk. “Are you okay?” Kara asks, her eyebrows furrowing with concern.

“My back is killing me,” (Y/n) grumbles, pressing her hand to the small of her back. “The firewall isn’t helping either.”

(Y/n)’s fellow IT walks over. Winn leans over (Y/n)’s shoulder, typing in a few commands.

“Thanks Winn,” (Y/n) smiles slightly, glad that her friend helped.

“Maybe you should go home,” Kara says, looking concerned.

“Maybe I will,” (Y/n) says, swallowing down her sudden surge of nausea.

Cat Grant walks out of her office, glancing between Kara and (Y/n). Her expression softens uncharacteristically. “Why don’t you both have the rest of the day off?”

Kara glances, her eyes widening slightly, up at her boss.

“Go on,” Cat says.

“Yes, Miss Grant,” both Danvers sisters say.

Kara helps (Y/n) pack up her laptop and all her other work equipment before heading back to her own apartment.

“I’ll go get Liho,” Kara says, knowing the kitten was the source of (Y/n)’s happiness.

(Y/n) grabs a blanket as Kara leaves the apartment from the window.

(Y/n) had fallen asleep by the time Kara had returned, and Kara grows more concerned.

Liho lets out a soft mew, kneading the couch before lying down. She sniffs at the fabric of the blanket that had bunched up around (Y/n)’s stomach, but seems content and Liho closes her eyes.

“I hope you feel better soon,” Kara murmurs, running her fingers through her sister’s hair.

. . .

Eight-and-a-half months later, (Y/n) finds herself on a bus with Jo’on and Alex.

“Remain seated,” a police woman steps onto the bus, and (Y/n) rests a hand on her stomach.

Jo’on had disguised himself as a little boy, and Alex had dawned a blonde wig.

(Y/n), who had just gone with Jo’on and Alex to go visit her mother, relaxes slightly in her seat.

“We’re on the lookout for a pair of fugitives,” the police woman says, “wanted in connection to some very serious crimes. They are considered to be extremely dangerous.”

Jo’on rests his little blonde head against Alex’s shoulder, wrapping his little arms around her waist.

Alex wraps an arm around Jo’on’s shoulders in a motherly fashion.

The police woman passes past the three before turning around and getting off the bus.

. . .

Night had fallen by the time (Y/n), Alex, and Jo’on arrive at their old house in Midvale.

“Hi,” Eliza Danvers wraps her youngest daughter in a hug, being careful of (Y/n)’s baby bump.

(Y/n)’s expression softens. “Hi, Mom. I brought a few friends,” (Y/n) continues.

Alex and Jo’on come into view, and Eliza hugs her eldest daughter tightly. “Are you alright?” Eliza asks, resting her hands on Alex’s forearms. “What is going on?”

“Well . . .” Alex pauses, trying to collect her thoughts.

“And who’s this?” Eliza goes on.

Jo’on shifts back into himself, and Eliza takes a step back. “What the hell?”

“No, no, no, Mom. It’s okay,” (Y/n) rests a gentle hand on her mother’s arm.

“No, whatever that is, that killed your father!” Eliza replies, meeting (Y/n)’s gaze with wild eyes.

“No,” (Y/n) shakes her head.

“The real Hank Henshaw blackmailed Dad into joining the DEO,” Alex says, throwing off her blonde wig.

“Jo’on tried to save Dad,” (Y/n) says, sitting down in the nearest armchair. “He’s a shape-shifter from Mars.”

“Is it true?” Eliza Danvers asks.

“What’s true is that your husband was one of the best people I’ve ever known,” Jo’on replies. “He saved my life.”

“And Jo’on has saved mine and Kara’s,” Alex adds. “You can trust him. Mom, we don’t have much time,” Alex goes on. “Jo’on and I are on the run. We just stopped by to supply up.”

(Y/n) furrows her brows, leaning back a little in the chair.

“Wait. ‘On the run?’” Eliza asks. “How did the three of you even get out of the city?”

“What?” (Y/n) asks, her head tilting slightly.

“You don’t know what’s happening in National City?” Eliza questions. The two Danvers sister shake their heads, frowning.

“Then their’s something you have to see,” Eliza replies, her expression grim.

. . .

Eliza finds Jo’on in the living room, looking down at a family photo - the three sister with Jeramiah and Eliza standing behind them.

“It’s a nice photograph,” Jo’on tells Eliza. “Beautiful family.” His gaze falls on a picture with (Y/n), possibly sixteen, with a redhead, who also looked about sixteen. He goes to ask about it, but Eliza interjects.

“We were,” Eliza says. “So Alex and (Y/n) say that Jeramiah saved your life. Were you with him?” she questions. “Were you with him at the end?”

“His only thoughts were for you and the girls,” Jo’on replies. “I made him a promise that I would look after all of you; I’ve been trying to keep that promise every day since.

Eliza nods her understanding. “Thank you. So Mars . . .” Eliza sits down on the automan. “I have to ask, underneath it all, are you a little green man?”

(Y/n) walks into the room, her eyes twinkling with mischief. She sits down beside her mother.

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