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amnesia-yourself · 4 years

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can i have you for the rest of my life? (2/4)

Usually, Kara flies into Lena’s condo from the balcony. Lena would be waiting for her on the couch, or cooking in the kitchen, or sometimes in her bedroom. Those are Kara’s favorite times. When they both lay down beside each other in bed and trade silly stories, make each other laugh. Sometimes it gets deep, and once, after a particularly bad fight with Alex, while Kara was missing Alura, Kara cried in Lena’s arms for an hour straight. They never hold it against each other. It’s just for them.

But Kara’s never entered Lena’s home while Lena herself wasn’t there. They’d always text each other before to confirm.

Today is a different story entirely. Kara buzzes with excitement through the whole thing. She lights up a load of christmas candles that Lena loves, tosses rose petals onto the floor, dims the light, and waits with perked ears for Lena to come back.

It’s a little after five when Kara hears Lena greet the doorman. The remote is ready in her hand- she shuts the TV off and kneels in the midst of the petals. The knob twists, the door shoves open, and Lena steps in.

The first thing she does is notice Kara. She gawks at her, keys dangling from her hand where she’d meant to put them down on the plate.

Kara smiles. “You said it depends on the proposal.”

Lena breathes out of her nose, noisy and loud. Her jaw locks. She puts the keys down. “This isn't what I meant.”

Kara lowers her hands. “But you said—”

“We’ve been best friends for five years,” Lena interrupts, fuming. “If you think I went through all that, just for you to kneel down on my living room floor out of nowhere, you’re out of your mind.”

“I thought you loved me,” Kara says, lost, “you said you loved me.”

“I did, and I do,” Lena says. She looks frustrated, maybe annoyed, and Kara has no idea why. “I told you and you did nothing about it.”

“I’m proposing right now?”

“Two months later! After pretending that I had said nothing at all!”

“I wasn’t pretending— “

“You didn’t break up with William!”

“I’m not dating William!”

“Well, he sure seems to think so!” Lena waves her hand, agitated. “You should’ve heard the way he talked about you, like- like he wanted to marry you!”

“I don’t wanna marry him! I want to marry you !”

“You can’t marry me!”

“Why not ?” Kara barks.

Lena makes a sound between a groan and a huff, crossing the room and bounding up to Kara. She takes her face in her hands and crashes their lips together, making a soft, disgustingly attractive noise against her lips before pushing her away. “If you want to marry me,” she wheezes, a pink flare to her cheeks and her chest heaving, “you’re going to sit down and listen.”

Kara touches her fingers to her lips. She trudges towards the couch.

Lena stands still for a moment, hey eyes closed. Kara knows she’s gathering her wits, preparing her speech, picking the least harmful route. Kara waits, anxious.

“I know there’s been tension between you and Alex because of this,” Lena says, with almost too much eye contact, “so i didn’t want to mention anything. I know you’re happy, i’m happy you’re happy, but- last week, you drank from the mall fountain.”

Kara gasps. “It looked clean!”

“And before that, you suggested Alex use the birthing matrix.”

“It’s… it was just a suggestion,” Kara mumbles. Alex had fumed afterwards, and Kelly barely held her back from throwing her laptop at Kara.

“And now you’re asking me to marry you?”

Kara looks down at her shoes. “I thought you’d be happy. You make me happy. And I do love you.”

“I know.” Lena sits next to her. She takes Kara’s hand, unbearably soft.

“It was good.” Kara tries to catch her eyes, pleading. “Wasn’t it good?”

“It was. It is. But we’re not just going to get married based on a whim you have-

“-It’s not a whim.”

“-we’re going to go on a date. And if things go well, we can talk about more. Not marriage, but more, okay?”

Kara sighs. “Okay. But, for the record, I already know I want to marry you.”

Lena rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling. “You’ve already made that abundantly clear. Now go, plan our date.”

“Okay.” Kara stands, picks up her satchel. “So, i’ll see you later?”

“Yes, you will.”

Lena smiles up at her, and Kara fidgets, huffs. She grabs onto Lena’s arm and pulls her up into a hug, wraps her up and squeezes. “I missed you this morning,” she mumbles into her shoulder. “Usually we…”

“I know,” Lena says. “Me too.”

“Okay,” Kara nods to herself, backs away. “Okay. See you.”

The door clicks shut. Kara sighs out, shaky.

Kara has no idea where to take Lena. She doesn’t want to take her to the alien bar, where they might see their friends, who would definitely embarrass her. She doesn’t want to go to a restaurant, where it’ll be noisy and people will probably overhear their conversations.

It’s Lena day. She figures it would be cool to do a Lena day activity.

And now she has no idea what to wear. It’s a date night, so she should probably dress fancy, but her plans aren’t fancy. What if Lena wears a dress? Will Kara have to change her plans?

It all gets too much at some point. Kara’s already nervous enough just meeting Lena for their date, after that kiss- that brief, amazing kiss -and all those tangled words. Kara tries to resist as long as she can. Then she picks up the phone.

“Hey,” Lena says, and then, when Kara doesn’t reply, “Kara?”

“Yes!”

“... you called me?”

“Yes! Yes, yes, uh... I was just wondering what you’re going to wear?”

“For our date?”

Kara clears her throat. “Yeah.”

“I don’t know, Kara. You’re the one who’s taking me out.”

Kara winces. “I don’t know what that means.”

“It means,” Lena says, “that you’re supposed to tell me what to wear based on what we’re doing.”

“Oh. I was thinking we could have a picnic at the park?”

Lena’s answer is immediate. “That sounds perfect,” she says, and Kara thinks she really means it. “So, we’re dressing casually.”

“Yes, casual.”

Kara keeps the phone pressed to her ear, listening to Lena move around and then pause, when the silence goes on too long.

“Don’t worry,” Lena says, “I know what casual means. Jeans and a sweater, right?”

“Right,” Kara chuckles. “I know you do. Sorry. Pick you up at seven?”

“Yes, Kara.” Lena sounds a little amused now, like she’s enjoying this. Kara doesn’t know whether she should be relieved or even more stressed. “Bye, Kara,” Lena says, again, almost teasing, and the line clicks off.

#the marriage au #kara continues to be a gay mess #date pending #forgot to post this along with the ao3 update oops #supercorp fic #supercorp #mine

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missluthorwillseeyounow · 4 years

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Pry Open The Cage Bars (You’ll Find Me There)

Saskia x Red Daughter / Supercorp The 100 AU

Father leads her past the cages where dark shapes are huddled. Weapons, that’s what Father says they are. Children taken by the Commander, twisted and broken until there is nothing human left in them.

One of the dark figures in the cages shifts, and Kasnia pauses, her curiosity getting the better of her. She approaches the cage cautiously just as the shadows shift and the dim light reveals a child.

She is smaller than Kasnia, likely younger, and so covered in blood and dirt that it’s almost impossible to tell what color her complexion is. However, Kasnia can see a pair of bright green eyes peering at her from behind matted black curls.

Kasnia doesn’t come closer, afraid of what this ‘weapon’ would do. But she smiles tentatively at the other girl, “Hello.”

The other girl doesn’t respond, and Kasnia wonders if she can speak Trigedasleng. She wonders if the other child can even speak at all. The thought saddens her, and she reaches into her pocket.

Chocolate is her favorite treat, and a rarity. Father so rarely comes to Mt. Weather, but when he does and if he hears Kasnia has been good, he gives her a bar of her favorite chocolate. That makes it even more special to Kasnia.

Carefully, she breaks the chocolate bar in half. When she’s sure the other girl won’t attack her, she reaches through the cage bars and offers half of her chocolate to the little girl in the cage

“It’s my favorite.” Kasnia tells her in Trigedasleng.

“Kasnia!!”

From the end of the dim hallway, Father barks out her name sharply. It startles her, and she drops the chocolate into the dirt inside the cage. “Coming, nontu.”

Kasnia gives the other child an apologetic look before trotting over to Father. He looks at her oddly for a moment, and she shifts uncomfortably under his intense glare. When Father’s back is turned, just before she follows him out the door, she turns and gives the little girl a sad smile and one last little wave.

In the dark of the cages, a small hand picks up the chocolate from the dirt, and green eyes watch the door long after Kasnia leaves.

Basically, this AU was born because Brenda Strong is in both The 100 and Supergirl, and I’m thinking “oh perfect, let’s make Nia Lillian”, so I blame the excellent Miss Strong for this.

This AU actually begins in the Ark. When twins are born in the Ark, one is usually floated, or released into space. It’s considered a necessary measure of survival to conserve oxygen on the Ark, and a warning to those who would keep more than one child.

Twin baby girls are born to Alura and Zor El. To the family, it’s both a blessing and a curse.

Alura, however, refuses to have her second daughter floated, so they built a small capsule that could propel both Zor El and the baby to earth. They have no idea what would be waiting for them there, but it has to be better than the horrible death that she was marked for.

The capsule, by chance, lands in Azgeda territory. Zor El is killed upon impact, but the baby survives.

In Azgeda, Nia is Queen. She rules with an iron fist and maintains power through fear. More than that, she presents herself as a goddess, making her people see her as a diety – someone untouchable and fierce, someone they cannot defy, someone they will kill and die for.

She has two sons, Lex and Roan. Lex was the golden child, and Roan was the screw up

This is younger Lex, because I just cannot see Jon Cryer!Lex as Azgeda

Lex was beginning to come to his own. He had changed his name to Thorul and was amassing a following of Azgeda

He presents himself originally as a sort of rising hero for the Azgeda.

He convinces people that the Azgeda are a wild force of nature that are being restrained by the Coalition that is being forced on them by Lexa. He convinces many of them that they don’t need the Heda.

Queen Nia tolerates this for now because she resents being forced into a treaty with Lexa, and Lex is helping her curry favor with the people, and Nia needs her people on her side. However, she knows they have to stay int he Coalition because its forces are 13 clan-strong and too massive even for the Azgeda to overcome

Not only that, but a problem is threatening her image as a deity. Her husband had a dalliance with a Trikru woman, which resulted in the birth of twin girls. (yeah, this is a little far-fetched, I know, but stay with me)

Nia had her husband killed, and had the mother of his children tracked down and killed too. She had word put out that her husband died in a raid.

Both infants were seized and brought to her. She had them both examined, and found out that one of them was a Nightblood, and the other was not.

Now, Nia already had a Nightblood whom she kept secret in captivity, Ontari. She was trained day and night to be a bloodthirsty psychopath, deliberately isolated from people so she would not develop compassion or loyalty to anyone but her Mistress who fed and clothed her.

So, Nia sent the Nightblood twin, Saskia to be raised in isolation with Ontari. They are kept separately, so that no bond might form between them, and they are pitted against each other to sharpen both their skills.

The other twin, she was going to kill, but Roan stayed her hand before she was able to kill the infant.

“She can be useful to you, my Queen. Your husband is dead, but this, his child, is alive. She will be a symbol of hope for the people. That life is born anew even in Death.”

So the other twin, Lena, is kept in Azgeda with Nia. She’s touted as Nia’s (and her husband’s) daughter, born after her husband’s death, a holy symbol of Nia’s fertility and hope for the future. It adds a Madonna-esque patina to Nia’s image as a fearsome queen-goddess.

Lena grows up in the halls of the Azgeda, with a dominating and controlling Mother, and a brother revered throughout the land as a savior of the Azgeda.

And another brother Roan, who’s rarely home because his mother sends him on scouting missions and assassinations, so he can make himself “useful”

Lena and Roan are not close, the Azgeda regard such bonds as weakness. But there’s a sense of kinship between them – the two runts of the litter that Nia barely tolerates.

Lena knows nothing of her own sister, Saskia, held in captivity in the harshest lands of the Azgeda.

Lena’s brothers, though they rarely visit, are her only source of solace from Nia

Lex, who now calls himself Thorul kom Azgeda, brings home a fascinating piece of machinery – something none of the Azgeda have ever seen, let alone know how to operate – and teaches his bright little sister how to use it. Lena takes to it quickly, not knowing that it was given to Lex by the Mountain People, the enemy (whom he has made a deal with)

Roan always brings Lena back some pelt he got one of his hunts, or some shiny new thing he bartered for from the Trikru, or once a dagger he whittled himself.

Both brothers, though, are not any less culpable for Saskia’s fate.

Lex knows exactly where she’s kept. He doesn’t like her – she’s too unpredictable, too insolent to be malleable. He agrees with his mother that a cage is the best place to keep her

Roan doesn’t know where she is, but the knowledge of her existence eats at him, especially whenever he sees Lena.

He’s the one who eventually frees Saskia, and he gets himself exiled for it (but more on that later)

Now, back to the baby in the capsule that landed in Azgeda territory. She was retrieved by some Azgeda and taken to Lex. At that time, he was making a deal with the Mountain People, and he saw his opportunity in this little sky-girl.

He used her as a bargaining chip, and gave her to the Mountain people to study her blood and anatomy, with the caveat that the baby, whom Lex named Kasnia, wouldn’t be killed, and that he would be able to visit her

Lex’s plan was to study her so he could potentially use her as a weapon. He dictated his terms to the Maunon – that she would be raised in isolation, and that only he and a few select carers could visit her. After all, he had seen it work with Ontari, and he wanted to avoid a possible wild card (like Saskia would later become). So he kept her there in Mt. Weather.

Essentially, she was a lab rat for the Maunon, and an experiment for Lex. He kept her occupied and trained her, and made sure he was the only one who treated her gently. The other Maunon soldiers were brusque toward her, but Lex made sure that they never mistreated her, and made sure that Kasnia knew this was because of his influence.

Lex teaches her Trigedasleng and Azgedasleng. He tells her of the might of the Azgeda, and one day, she hopes to join them.

Saskia and Kasnia met once, when they’re around 8 or 9, before the truth about them was revealed.

Lex took Kasnia along with him to visit the prison where Saskia was kept. Lex was showing her that “the Commander” was an unjust tyrant, and that she was making weapons of children. Since Lex is trying to challenge Lexa’s power as Commander, even though she was the one who united all 12 clans

(see the scene above the cut for Saskia and Kasnia’s first meeting)

Kasnia is so full of questions for Lex about “the little girl in the cage” when they get back to Mt. Weather, and tells him about how she wishes she could see her again, and help her, and be friends with her

And Lex sees that his plan is not going as he’d hoped.

He accuses Kasnia of being “too soft”

“I thought you would be different. I thought I was raising you to be strong, but I see now that your heart is weak too.”

Kasnia’s eyes widen and she suddenly feels her heart drop. She’s disappointed him. “No, nontu! I’m not weak. I am strong like the Azgeda, let me prove it!”

“But you are not Azgeda, yongon. You are not of the earth, but of the skies. You are not like us. Others will seek to use you as a weapon, as a specimen, but I am raising you to be strong, to be a warrior.”

Lex eyes her steadily. “That little girl in the cage is dead now. She was far too broken. The Commander and her people broke her long before you met her. I am raising you to be a strong warrior, so that you may fight against the Commander. So that this will never happen again. So that no other child can be hurt again"

Kasnia’s eyes fill with tears. She wants to cry for the caged little girl, now dead. But she knows Father would take tears as weakness, so she balls her hands into tight, determined little fists instead. “I will be strong, nontu. I will make sure they can never hurt another again!”

Saskia, on the other hand, is still very much alive. And very much enamored.

When Roan frees her from the cages, he delivers her to Lexa so she can be safe with the other Natblida. (this is one of the reasons why Lexa somewhat trusts Roan)

When Saskia’s identity is revealed, it creates an uproar, because tradition demands that Nia be killed for daring to keep a Natblida secret from the Heda

But Lexa wants to keep the Azgeda within the Coalition, and Nia knows that Lexa can wipe her out with the Coalition’s combined forces

So to avoid compromising herself, Nia shifts the blame onto Roan

She spins the tale of Roan discovering that his newborn sister was a Natblida, and stealing her from his Mother and telling her the baby was dead

And Lexa, knowing that this is the only way they can avoid bloodshed between Azgeda and the rest of the Coalition, publicly accepts this story, denouncing Roan

This is why Roan is banished from the Coalition. For his mother, it was punishment for disobeying her and for Lexa, it was a compromise to avoid bloodshed

It’s also why Roan hates Lexa. On the one hand, he understands it. On the other, now he’s banished because of her

Saskia was never a sociopath like Ontari, but she has to relearn how to trust and develop bonds with other people

Lexa is one of the first people she opens up to. She rises through the ranks of the Natblida very rapidly, and she quickly becomes Lexa’s favorite.

Saskia’s compassionate nature begins to come out, with the help of the other Nightbloods

It’s not an easy or a quick process, and it comes with so many trials, but two years afterward, she becomes the Commander’s Second

(This is around the time of the show’s timeline)

She tells Lexa about the meeting

"There was a little girl, Heda. I met her before I met you. Before the Skaikru came. When I was still in the Cage."

They are in Lexa’s quarters where Lexa is teaching Saskia to read. It’s one of Saskia’s favorite things, reading. There are so few books left in the Grounders’ collection after the nuclear war, and Saskia has been so deprived of knowledge that she has all but devoured Lexa’s collection of books.

"She looked like…. Like one of those creatures you showed me in that one book, the beautiful ones with wings. What are they called, angles?”

Lexa smiles softly. “Angels.”

“Sha, Heda,” Saskia nods vigorously. “She looked like an angel. The guards at the Cage talked among themselves about her, the little girl who came from the Sky. Her eyes were so blue like the sky, Heda, that I believed them."

When the Skaikru came down, Lex realized that there were more of them

Lex thought that Kasnia wasn’t actually special and therefore was of no use to him, so he abandoned her in Azgeda territory to die. She grows up feral in Azgeda territory, using the skills Lex taught her to survive until adulthood.

Kasnia believes that Lex died at the hands of the Commander and that’s why he didn’t come for her.

She grows older and stronger, vowing to take revenge on "The Commander” for Lex, for that little girl in the cage who died

The rest of the world has no idea she even exists. The Mountain has fallen. Outside of the Mountain People and Lex, no one knew about Kasnia.

The only other person who saw her was Saskia – when she was a feral prisoner who was shown a small but unforgettable act of kindness by a little girl with golden hair and sky-colored eyes

And there is only one other little girl with gold hair and blue eyes.

Kara and the other Skaikru are eventually integrated into the Grounder culture

Upon Queen Nia’s death at Lexa’s hand, the whole Azgeda clan is thrown into chaos. Lex refuses to bow down to Roan, refuses to acknowledge the Commander’s authority and attempts to take the capital. His attack is foiled with the help of the Skaikru, and he is badly injured by a bomb built by Clark, who is one of the engineers from the Ark. He is taken in by some of his followers (maybe Mercy and Otis), and kept in secret.

For their aid in thwarting Lex, the Skaikru are integrated into the Coalition as the thirteenth clan. With Saskia, Lena and Kara all in Polis at the time, the three girls meet and become friends.

Saskia, seeing her golden-haired “angel”, thinks she’s the same girl who gave her the chocolate.

Except Kara doesn’t remember her.

Kara is enamored by Lena. And Lena, who shares Saskia’s face, is equally enamored by Kara.

Saskia sees this all clearly. They never turn her away or make her feel unwelcome, but the two of them seem to have their own world together that Saskia cannot penetrate, even as they grow older.

Lena eventually has to return with Roan to the Azgeda. Kara stays with the Skaikru, and Saskia stays within Polis to continue her training for when she succeeds Lexa

She rarely sees Kara, but Saskia holds her in her heart as that little girl who showed her the first glimpse of kindness, the first person who taught her that hope was a possibility for someone like her

Even if Kara doesn’t remember it, Saskia does, and she holds it in her heart for both of them.

But Saskia is the Commander now, and there is no place for love in her future. Only duty.

And more than that, she sees how Kara looks at Lena, and how Lena looks back at her. Kara has never looked at Saskia like that. And even though they have the same face, Kara always knows the difference between them. She always knows Lena.

So Saskia distances herself more from Kara. There are greater things expected of her as the new Commander.

It’s for the best, because Saskia knows Kara will never hold her in her heart the way she does Lena.

In the meantime, something stirs in the borders of the Azgeda. A creature that moves with the grace and speed of a deadly silver Snowbird flits between the trees, stealing livestock and supplies, moving south.

Kasnia travels to Polis and begins reconnaissance on The Commander. She’s very careful to keep her distance, to avoid detection. She catches only glimpses of this woman who has been the cause of so much pain and suffering, who took Kasnia’s nontu away from her. But glimpses are enough.

This dark regal figure pretends at nobility when the sword at her hip is stained with the blood of so many.

Kasnia hates her.

Except sharp green eyes catch sight of her (how? She was so careful. She’s a skilled hunter, no prey has ever seen her before she attacks) and Kasnia is pinned by a clear piercing gaze. There is recognition there and perhaps some… confusion?

The din of the public market allows Kasnia to slip away, feeling shaken. It’s not often she has to look her prey in the eye before she kills it.

She decides to lay low, bide her time. The Commander had recognized her somehow (how?) and surely she would be wary and increase security around herself.

Kasnia is so shaken that she doesn’t realize that she’s being followed until she’s on the outskirts of the city. She barely has time to whirl around and drop into a defensive stance when a figure appears from the shadows.

“What are you doing here, Kara?”

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By SorrowsFlower

#supercorp #supergirl #the 100 #katie mcgrath #melissa benoist #saskia de merindol #red daughter #kara danvers #kara zor el #lena luthor #supercorp au #brenda strong #i finally managed to put this down #yeah that's as far as i got #saskia x red daughter #my writing

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methoxyethane · 4 years

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Oh my god, they were roommates

Keith had been over every apartment listing in the city before Allura told him about her friend.

His first question had been the same one he’d asked at every failed apartment hunt so far, the question that had prevented him from renting every affordable apartment in the entire area. “Are dogs allowed?”

Allura paused, teacup halfway to her mouth. “I should think so. I know he has a cat.”

“That’s a bad sign, Allura,” Keith said back. “Most people with cats don’t want fifty pounds of Siberian Husky around to chase them.”

“Sensible as that may be,” Alura set her tea down. “I don’t believe it will be an issue. Desperation is rather a factor on Lance’s part, and I don’t think a dog would be enough to for him to reject an offer that could help him stay on the property.”

So, the guy was desperate for a roommate, huh? “What’s so bad about him that he can’t find another roommate? Is he like, a bipolar alcoholic recluse or something?”

Allura laughed, light and pretty. “Not at all. It’s just a factor of time. His old roommate moved out to live with a girlfriend, and left rather abruptly enough to leave poor Lance with rent to pay.”

That made sense, but Keith was still a little trepidatious. A decent house was a hard thing to find in the city, and finding an available one he could afford with only a single roommate to deal with sounded too good to be true.

He trusted Allura though. If this was a friend she was willing to vouch for like this, whoever this Lance was must be a decent guy, and there was pretty much no house dilapidated enough for Keith to be willing to turn down right now. Not when he and Kosmo needed a home.

That said? Keith probably shouldn’t have trusted Allura.

Allura drove with him to meet Lance at his house, mediating between the two strangers about to make a deal to live together. And it was a good thing she did, too, because otherwise Keith wouldn’t have been able to kick her fucking ass for this entire endeavor.

That’s a lie, Keith would never lay a hand on her. And he probably couldn't compete with her even if he did want to. But when they got out of the car to meet Lance in the driveway and Keith caught the undeniable prevailing scent of alpha rolling off the other man, he sure was tempted to try it anyway.

Keith, trusting Allura’s judgement, had assumed the other man would be an omega like Keith was, or at worst a beta. Living with an alpha? On a permanent, this-is-my-home basis? That was… That sounded… Stupid.

Still, it was too late to turn back now, even if the look on Lance’s face said he was thinking the exact same thing. “So, this is the famous Keith I’ve heard so much about!” Lance said, apparently deciding to be friendly as he offered out his hand to Keith. “That’s funny, Allura never mentioned you’d be… You know.”

“Yeah,” Keith agreed. “She didn’t mention to me, either.”

Both of them glanced over at Allura, who waved to them cheerfully from where she was leaning against Keith’s car. “Well, nothing for it now!” Lance said, a hint of an exasperated sigh in his voice. “She said you had a dog, is that him in the backseat?”

Funny, she’s mentioned Keith’s dog but failed to indicate his presentation. How convenient. Keith nodded anyway, deciding that dancing around the awkward subject and pretending it wasn’t actually an issue suited him just fine. “Yeah, his name’s Kosmo. I’d let him out of the car to meet you, but he’s a bit… overly friendly.”

“Well, if you move in I’ll have to meet him anyway, right?” Lance said, walking over to the car.

He let Keith be the one to open the door to let him out, the husky gleefully bounding out of the open door to slam head first into Keith’s chest, the same greeting he always gave. Once the dog was done with Keith he turned to the stranger that was Lance, sniffing his offered hand curiously. Keith watched as Kosmo sniffed the hand, then licked it, then stood up on his hind legs to cover Lance’s face with happy puppy kisses.

“Well,” Allura said, also watching. “He certainly didn’t take to me that quickly.”

“I just had bacon,” Lance said, laughing as he pushed the dog down. “He’s probably just trying to get a taste.” Kosmo barked cheerfully, coming back to circle around Keith’s legs. “So,” Lance said. “Shall we have a look inside, see if you wanna move in?”

“Sure thing.” Keith didn’t need to see inside the house. Kosmo’s judgment was all he needed to know he’d do just fine living here.

#klance #omega keith #drabble #or the start of something #we’ll see #abo

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superredcorp · 4 years

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SUPERCORP FANFIC

Krypto had been with them for a few months now and he had already grown a little, though he was still very young and there would surely be a lot more growth to come.

Kara had used most of the time to train his superpowers, to somehow try to get him to control them and not randomly attack any strangers who came too close. He had always been rather shy and doubtful about new people. Alura had told them that. It was still a wonder how he had so quickly warmed up to Lena, and anyone who was obviously close with Lena. He seemed to only trust people after making sure that Lena was okay with them as well. Though this started applying to Kara too. Apparently, he trusted her judgement the most after Lena's.

He had become a steady accompany for the brunette. He came with her to the DEO, laying next to her on the floor while she worked.

Kara would come by to visit whenever she had free time - no mission to go to as Supergirl and nothing important to work on as Kara Danvers at CatCo.

Krypto had very soon become a part of the family, impossible to imagine a life without him. Everyone at the DEO knew him too and Krypto had seemed to grasp the concept after a while that people wearing these uniforms were usually no threat.

However, one day, a threat did occur. Kara was talking with Alex when several masked men in armor came in to attack the DEO.

She and the agents were holding up good against them.

But then, with panic, she thought about Lena. She had to know if she was okay. She quickly listened for her heartbeat and she grew even more worried when she heard the speed of it. Lena was scared. She either heard the fighting noises and was just nervous or some of the attackers had already gotten through to the labs. She couldn't take any risks. She needed to get there as fast as possible.

Of course that was the moment where one of the masked men attacked her, preventing her from leaving.

Kara rang with him for awhile, trying to push his weapon out of his hand before finally knocked him out by banging her forehead against his.

Her eyes scooted around the room, hastily looking for her sister. Finding her, she just exclaimed loudly: "Alex! I have to get to Lena!"

Alex nodded, punching one of the attackers and while loading her gun, simply yelled: "Go! We'll take of them!"

Kara breathed out and not a second later, she already sped towards the DEO laboratories.

Her heart slipped a beat when she saw the agent who accompanied Lena today dead on the floor.

"Oh no.", she mumbled, storming forward. "Lena!"

Further into the room, lay two of the masked men. By listening closely, she could tell that one of them was still breathing, simply unconscious. However she didn't even need her superhearing or any medical expertice to tell that the other man was dead. The big burned hole in his chest spoke for itself. Only heat vision could have caused something like that. Krypto.

In the same moment, she heard a bark from the next room and moved along. The little stocking room seemed empty at first. Kara used her x-ray vision to check it and found a female figure who she recognized as Lena cowering in one of the cupboards on the floor, together with Krypto.

The blonde ran forward and ripped the door open. Lena visibly flinched and a panicked expression stood on her face as her arms closed tighter around the dog next to her who barked again.

"Hey, hey, Lee, it's okay. It's me, it's okay.", Kara said gently, reaching in to touch Lena's shoulder.

Lena breathed out deeply, in relief.

"Oh thank god.", she mumbled.

Krypto jumped out of the cabinet, making it easier for Kara to help her girlfriend out as well, who then instantly threw her arms around her. Kara held her tightly.

"Do you know what happened?", Kara asked quietly as they pulled away.

"I just heard fighting noises and when the agent went to check, there was a gunshot. Is he dead?"

Kara bit her lip. "Yeah."

Lena took a shaky breath and nodded.

"After that, some men came in. I heard two different voices, so it must have been at least two. Krypto... He took care of them, I think. He growled and soon after, bodies hit the floor. He pushed the cane into my hand and bit into the other end to lead me to this hiding spot."

Kara couldn't help the way her eyebrows shot up. The way Lena described it sounded almost like Krypto had never done anything else in his life, as if he was a trained service dog. But he was still a young dog, who had never even had a single training lesson in becoming a guide dog. They only trained his powers to avoid sudden outbreaks and possible injuries of others.

However it made sense that he would act on instinct. His enhanced intelligence was magnificent after all.

Alura had already said that he had been smart but it seemed that since they arrived on earth, he grew even more intelligent. Maybe that balanced out the lack of x-ray vision and freeze breath?

Kara clapped once into her hands and Krypto, recognising the signal, jumped up into her arms. Kara pressed a kiss on his head. "Thank you, Krypto, for taking care of your mommy for me."

She slung her other arm around Lena, kissing her on her temple as well and pulling her close.

"I'm so glad you're both okay.", she whispered into Lena's hair.

Suddenly, Krypto growled deeply and jumped down from Kara's arm, landing on the floor, instantly in a defensive stance. His ears laid flat and his flews exposed his teeth.

Kara frowned and turned around. Just one second later, the man who had been unconscious before stood in the doorway with his weapon raised.

Kara protectively moved in front of Lena.

"You really shouldn't try anything stupid.", she threatened.

The guy shot at her several times, as well as at Krypto.

For a second, Kara was scared that Krypto might not be invulnerable since that was something they hadn't tested but that fear quickly evaporated when the bullets simply bounced off his body as they did off of her's.

Kara rolled her eyes and raised her arms in an almost frustrated way. "I really don't get why people are still shooting at me. When will you people finally understand that I'm bulletproof?"

She rushed forward, grabbing the weapon with such force from his hand that his wrist gave an ugly cracking sound. She jabbed her elbow into his face, sending him flying to the ground, unconscious yet again.

She returned to her place next to Lena, pulling her into her arms again.

Not much later, Alex came storming into the room. Relief spread across her face and she came closer, carefully stepping over the unconscious man on the floor, to wrap her arms around Lena.

"Okay, good, you're alright.", she said. "I got worried when Kara didn't come back with you."

"I'm fine. Krypto saved me."

"He did?", Alex asked, a little surprised, as she pulled away.

Kara nodded with shining eyes. "He's amazing, Alex. He doesn't just have superpowers, he knows exactly how to use them to defend someone. His instincts tell him to protect. He's a natural superhero - a superdog! And as if that isn't enough, he also seems to be a natural guide dog." She kneeled down to scratch Krypto behind his ear, making him wag his tail. After a little bit of silence, she looked up at her sister with a grin. "Do you think, you could train a canine agent for the DEO too?"

Alex chuckled and crossed her arms. "Well, I've never done it before but I won't say no to that challenge."

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Alura hesitates before sinking down beside Diana. She leans back against the tree, letting their arms rest close together as she tilts her head back against the rough bark, staring up into the bright, clear sky. She exhales a soft, almost awed breath, and murmurs, ‘I don’t mind. It’s... it’s beautiful, here’.

Her hand curls lightly in the grass beside them, and she feels a need to expand on how she’s feeling, on the almost childish awe that Diana can probably see in her eyes. ‘My home... by the time it died, we had no natural flora left. Our world was barren. Compared to this...’ she lifts her hand to gesture, emotion swelling in her chest as she listens to the sounds of the birds and the wind in the trees. ‘The beauty of this world is almost overwhelming’.

@truthpiety

#truthpiety #hope its okay that i continued this!!

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Keith bit his lip, focused on getting back to Earth safely. They were still galaxies away from their destination. For the last two hours or so, the paladins and their passengers had been flying in silence, aside from the occasional sigh or loud moo from Kaltenecker.

Keith winced when a voice broke the silence. It was Lance. “Hey, uh, Krolia, right?” Lance asked, his face shortly appearing on Keith’s screen.

Keith let out a worried groaned as the Galra in question moved next to him.

“Yes, what is it?” Krolia raised an eyebrow and shared a look with her son.

“Er, tell us about how Galrans were, back before the whole evil Zarkon thing.”

Keith looked up at his mother, then back to Lance’s nervous face awaiting an answer. Pidge’s face was the next one to appear on Keith’s screen, her face was contorted into one of confusion and horror.

“What the heck, Lance? You don’t just ask someone their backstory when you just met them!” She shouted.

“How do you get to know someone, then?” Lance shouted back.

Keith’s wolf barked, confused by the sudden loudness. Both of the yelling paladins silenced themselves and Krolia smiled. “I’d love to tell you, Lance.”

Keith let a small huff escape his lips. Leave it to Lance to solve awkward tensions.

Krolia’s smile widened a bit, and she started her storytelling, “Where do I start? Well, let’s give out the basics. Daibazaal was home to the Galra, as I’m sure most of you know. From what I’ve heard, it was beautiful. Nothing compared to Altea, but beautiful in its own way.”

Alura’s face popped up onto the screen too, and she offered Krolia a small smile. Keith turned his attention to his mother as she recounted the stories she was told.

“Daibazaal started with these majestic, ethereal, and powerful deities, according to legend. There were five of them: Kerlmic, Drionder, Heltark, Rewobun, and Jeltrist. Kerlmic was the war deity, Drionder the plant deity, Rewobun the Animal deity, Heltark the Life deity, and Jeltrist was the all powerful deity. He had control over everything, and could’ve easily destroyed Daibazaal under his fingertips. Er, paws.”

Lance started coughing, and Pidge let out a disgruntled noise. Keith threw their images a dirty look, and they both pursed their lips.

“And Jeltristwas?” Shiro voice questioned from behind the Galra duo.

“Jeltrist was a humanoid. He was mixed with a wolf. He was the only humanoid, as the rest of the deity were the first Galra. Together the five deities turned Daibazaal into its glory. Jeltrist and Heltark worked to create the Galra civilization, and Drionder and Rewobun provided the living standards, of course. Kerlmic was the deity of war, but he was the one to keep Galra in line. He trained them to fight to the death, but to never fight each other.”

Lance let out a low whistle, “This Kerlmic dude seems like a bummer.”

Krolia ignored him, instead moving on the the tale of Galran lifestyle, “Back then, poverty didn’t exist. Everyone was equal, except for the deities, of course.”

Keith rolled his eyes upon hearing Lance mutter “communists” under his breath.

“Everyone was a strong individual, but together they were stronger. Any planet that challenged the Galra were defeated quickly. The Galra rarely ever started a fight, and they were very peaceful. During this Golden Age, the deities decided to create a Galra above the others. This Galra’s purpose was to be the leader when the deities faded away or died. His name was Yorak, and everyone loved him.”

Keith’s head snapped up to meet his mother’s eyes. She was already looking down at him, her eyes soft. “Rewobun and Drionder taught Yorak everything about harvest, and taking care of livestock. It’s through him that recipes were passed down for generations. Kerlmic taught Yorak all of the Galra fighter moves. Heltark told Yorak the secret balance to keeping everyone alive and well. And Jeltrist? Well, Jeltrist gave him immortality. Yorak couldn’t die. He was to be the leader of the Galra for years to come.”

Keith looked back to Shiro, who looked as interested in this story as everyone else seemed. Keith smiled, happy that his fellow paladins- er, friends- seemed to like his mom.

Lance eagerly grinned as Krolia’s eyes brightened on his screen. “There were popular ancient dances the Galra did.”

“What kind of dances?” Lance asked suggestively.

Krolia blinked, and Keith growled, “Lance.”

“Hey, it was an innocent question!” Lance pouted, and Kaltenecker mooed behind him.

“Thank you, buddy!” Lance grinned at the cow and patted her head fondly.

“Er,” Krolia stuttered, trying to think.

Lance frowned, guilt flooding through him. “Listen, I’m sorry. You don’t have to describe the dance. Or even keep telling us about-”

“No, it’s fine.” Krolia waved him off. “I’m just thinking about how the dance went.”

Krolia turned to Shiro and motioned for him to stand next to Keith. Shiro did so, and watched as Krolia went behind the pilot seat, though she was still visible. Keith was turned around in his seat, watching.

Lance gasped as Krolia dropped into a flurry of hip hop dance moves, coming up with a body roll and a snap of her fingers. Keith turned back around in his seat, wide eyed as his mother returned to his side.

“Wow,” Pidge breathed.

“W-what was that?” Lance sputtered.

“Something I learned from Kolivan. Said it was a sort of ancient party dance.” Krolia shrugged.

“Wow, that was really good!” Hunk laughed, his face now appearing on the screen. The others nodded in agreement.

“Thank you. There were a lot of other dances too, but I haven’t learned any others.”

“On the subject of parties, let’s talk about food.It’s where I shine.”Hunk grinned.

“Yorak, Rewobun, and Drionder were very good at keeping everyone happy with what they ate. There are multiple ancient dishes still made today. Snail with raspberry sauce-”

Krolia was interrupted by a confused grunt from Hunk. “Snail? With raspberry sauce?”

“It’s a delicacy!” Krolia exclaimed. “Anyway, those three were people pleasers when it came to food. Yorak and Heltark kept everyone healthy and beyond happy with their lives. Together Kerlmic and Yorak made the Galra stronger, which seemed impossible to the other civilizations.”

“I’m really rooting for this Yorak guy, wow.” Hunk piped up.

Lance hummed in agreement, and Krolia’s grin seemed to darken.

“Sadly, Jeltrist was the first deity to die. Kerlmic shortly after. Then, Drionder. Yorak became worried, and tried to protect Rewobun and Heltark from their now inevitable death. No one knew why they were dying so quickly, everything seemed fine. So Yorak continued to lead the Galra, always tense and ready for some sort of fight.”

“I don’t like where this is going,” Hunk’s sentence trailed off as he stared worriedly.

“Rewobun was the next to die. If it makes you feel any better, she died in the cattle barn, during a nap.”

“That hurts my heart!” Hunk exclaimed. “That doesn’t make me feel any better!”

“Then of course, Heltark died. This left Yorak all alone, with no one to support him or guide him. He was on his own.”

Lance furrowed his brows as Keith’s eyes widened, his mouth tilting down a little. If Lance didn’t know any better, he’d say Keith was horrified.

“What happened to my buddy Yorak?” Lance asked, Keith face causing the blue paladin to be worried as well.

“Everything was good and well for a few years, nothing went horribly bad,” Krolia assured. “Except when Yorak forgot to feed the livestock for two days, and the town almost went without food for a week. The townspeople were angry that Yorak was messing up. He’d been doing well for centuries, and now that the deities we gone, he’d already messed up twice.”

“That’s stupid!” Pidge exclaimed. “They’re living well, and because of one slip up from their leader, and they’re gonna get mad?”

“Yes,” Krolia replied. “A Galra named Tenskrig wanted Yorak gone.”

“Hah!” Hunk exclaimed. “Joke’s on him, Yorak is immortal.”

Krolia nodded, “So Tenskrig came up with this plan to kill Yorak. He and a few other Galra would ask Yorak to help them with their garden, and when their leader’s back was turned, they would do the ever classic knife in the back.”

“That’s not cool,” Lance frowned. “This dude is working his butt off for his people and they’re going to try to kill him. Blocked and Reported, in my book.”

“I didn’t know you owned a book,” Keith muttered.

“I heard that!”

Krolia shook her head fondly, “Well, they did get Yorak to the garden. Most of the Galra in on the plan had backed out, and it left Tenskrig and a Galra lady named Felbva. Yorak knew something was off when he turned to look at the plants, so he turned around and took a knife to the skull.”

“Ouch!” Lance winced at the thought of a knife penetrating a skull. Not a fun thing to think about.

“Yorak died in that garden.”

“What?” Pidge exclaimed.

“But I thought he couldn’t die.” Allura’s brows furrowed.

“He couldn’t die,” Krolia explained. “But I never said he couldn’t be killed.”

“Stupid immortality loopholes,” Hunk muttered.

“Why do all of my favorite characters die?” Pidge grumbled.

“Tenskrig and Felbva got together, and lead the Galra together. They were horrible, horrible leaders. They kept everything good or worth anything for themselves, and gave their people garbage, essentially. They did have a son though, and they named him Zarkon.”

“What a hot minute, there,” Lance interrupted. “What?”

“Zarkon had parents, Lance,” Pidge explained, her tone slow, like she was talking to a child.

“Wow,” Lance shrugged. “What a shocker.”

“Despite what most think, Zarkon was one of the best leaders once his parents died. On Daibazaal, there was now a lot of poverty. A lot of people were mad, upset, or jealous. Zarkon acknowledged that, and he worked to try and help his people. He was their last hope.”

“Wait a minute,” Pidge cut in. “Sorry for interrupting, but wasn’t there some sort of deity or something the Galra had faith in?”

“That was Zarkon,” Krolia frowned. “He was known as a Zuptor, to the Galra.”

“What’s a Zuptor?” Hunk questioned.

“Who,” Krolia corrects, and behind her, Shiro raises an eyebrow.

“The Zuptor is someone believed to have the spirit of Yorak in them. The term was only used for Zarkon, since he was a much more considerate leader than his parents.”

“Oh!” Pidge’s eyes brightened. “So kind of like a Dalai Lama?”

Krolia’s eyebrows furrowed, and she frowned, “I’m assuming that’s an Earth thing?”

Keith hummed a yes, and Krolia went on. “Zarkon was actually doing really well as Zuptor. He did all that he could. Then of course, the demand for quintessence arose.”

Allura winced, and Lance could see Coran putting a hand on her shoulder.

“Alfor had created Voltron at this point, and because their Zuptor was the head of Voltron, they had firm belief Zarkon could get them what they wanted. We all know where that ended up.”

Lance frowned, looking at all of the solemn faces on his screen. Among them, Keith’s looked more yearning, like he wanted to know more. Lance brightened, understanding what it was Keith wanted to know.

“Hey, what about you?”

Krolia stared at him. “What- what about me?”

“How were you raised? Like, tell us what it was like to be a Galra child when the war was happening.” Lance smiled as Keith’s eyes glimmered with interest.

“Well, it wasn’t that bad, considering Kolivan had raised me with the rest of the Blades. There was this food called Tewlmench, and it was berries with chocolate on top of this sort of sponge bowl.”

“Oh! I remember that! Zarkon shared the recipe with my father, and I only got to eat it during meetings. It was delicious,” Allura beamed.

Krolia smiled back, “I learned some dances, as you learned. They were my pride, because I was apparently outstanding at dancing. I trained with the blades a lot, as well. It was a really nice childhood, actually. And then I grew up, and Keith became my new pride and joy.”

Everyone ‘aw’ed as Keith flushed. Lance beamed at the red paladin, happy that he was finally getting some praise from someone other than Shiro or Iverson.

Lance smiled and leaned back, “Hey Krolia, do you have any embarrassing baby stories about Keith?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe.”

“Mom no!”

#round 2 #challenge 4 #green lion #fic #submission

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bleusarcellewrites · 7 years

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I'm so sorry if you didn't actually mean for people to request drabbles, but it would be incredible if you could write something for Shayllura with "You smell really nice".

Oh, Riley, you could tell me to write an entire 10k fic for u and I would. I mean, I would cry and bleed and such but hey, I would try for sure.

Anyways! Here’s Shayllura, hope I did it justice but it’s the first time writing it and I hope it’s decent enough. IT’S PROBABLY SO WEIRD AND i’M SO SORRY ????

Also, I love flustered Allura. I need more. Also 2, I’m sorry if it’s bleh. Also 3, I’m posting this on my college’s computer, currently on the library and I feel so weird. Fun fact.

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me.

“You smell really nice.”

In Alura’s defense, it was totally justified for her to spit out her entire drink on her friend, having in mind that her crush – her lovely, wonderful, too pure for this world crush – just said she smelled nice.

She smelled nice. She. She who had just come back from the gym and sweat is dripping from every single skin pore on her.

Any time you want her eat her up, Ground. Your call.

“Really.” Lance deadpans dryly as the remains of Allura’s mango smoothie drips from his face, shooting an exasperated glares towards his boyfriend when he barks a laugh. Lance sighs before he grabs his man by the wrist, pulling him towards the bathroom and shouting a quick ‘be right back’ to Allura.

Allura doesn’t have the time to grab him because, how dare you Lance, you can’t leave me alone now, what the actual fuck.

“Allura?” The same sweet voice from before speaks up once again, this time shyly and unsure.

“Shay! Shay, hey, hello, hi, hey!” Allura exclaims, turning around to meet Shay and her heart beats faster than it does in her Cardio class.

Shay’s bright amber eyes brighten happily at the greeting, a wide soft smile decorating her entire round face and Allura is weak.

“Back from the gym?” The short haired teen asks, nodding at her outfit.

Allura takes a deep breath before she nods and smiles back at her. “Yeah! Today I got a chance to take the new Cardio class they offer. It was intense.”

“I would bet.” Shay giggles, leaning closer and flickering a wet white lock from Allura’s face.

Allura blushes. “Hah, yeah, but don’t worry! I totally washed myself good enough afterwards. I’m not as smelly as one would expect.”

Shay giggles and shakes her head. “Please, this is nothing compared to Rax’s sweaty socks, believe me.” She scoffs, waving her hand off nonchalantly at the thought of her brother before he looks back at the white haired teen and offers a small smile. “Besides, like I said, you smell nice. Maybe it’s your natural smell.”

‘Control yourself, Heart.’ Allura scolds inside her heart.

“I was actually wondering if you wanted to join me? I was about to go to the beach for a walk.” Shay offers, tucking a stray black lock behind her ear, smiling softly at the older teen. “The sunset is always breathtaking, I can assure you.”

Allura gulps and looks down at her outfit, grimacing when she realizes she’s still dirty, sweaty and clearly a mess.

She purses her lips and arches an eyebrow at her with a smirk. “Would you accept a sweaty messy and probably smelly gal to be your fair and deserving company?”

Shay rolls her eyes good heartily before pulling Allura up to her feet. “Come on, Smelly Rose, you are fine. To the beach we go!”

Allura allows herself to be dragged out of the store with a happy smile.

#Allura #prompt ask fic #Ask Prompt Fic #shayllura #Shay #voltron #voltron fic #shay and allura #princess allura #voltron legendary defender #bleu writes #vld allura #vld shay #allura (voltron)#shay (voltron)

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jedifighterpilot2727 · 7 years

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I'm not sure if you write smut, but would you consider continuing the Kara/Lena cooking lesson? I'd love to see possessive Kara in bed ;)

I got a LOT of prompts for this so I figured I’d try my hand at writing smut again. I tweaked it a little but I figured it would still serve its purpose! And it was supposed to be just smut but then feelings got involved, so … *shrugs*

This Chapter is rated M for sMut

You’re Wearing What?! - Eyes Like Kryptonite Ch. 25

Read it on AO3 - http://archiveofourown.org/works/9100903/chapters/21606734

The whole thing is completely unintentional.

Well, mostly unintentional.

She doesn’t expect Kara to react quite like … this.

She knew based on the books that Alex had given her, and from her time spent pouring over the massive amounts of information from the Alura AI that House crests were pretty important. According to the literature, wearing another house’s crest was kind of like wearing someone else’s letterman jacket.

Only something must have gotten lost in translation, because she did not anticipate Kara reacting like this.

Not that she’s opposed.

Not at all.

Quite the opposite actually.

She’s pretty sure she’s never been this turned on in her life.

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

It all starts when she’s browsing online, doing a little late night shopping while she waits on Kara to get back from saving the world. She was aware that there was Supergirl … paraphernalia out there. She had offered to put a cease and desist on the companies that were profiting from the House of El crest, but Kara had resisted.

“The people need someone to look up too, and that symbol is a symbol of hope. They should be able to look at it and wear it. Stronger together.”

There’s something just so … Kara about it all. About adopting all of these people into her ‘family’ - a family that no doubt Kara thought died on Krypton.

So Lena acquiesces, instead talking Kara into at least demanding that a portion of the proceeds go to charity. Kara’s eyes light up at the thought, and she spends hours pouring over charity reports until she finds one that she deems worthy -one that is no doubt flooded with donations as it unwittingly becomes the 'Supergirl charity’ and earns National City’s favorite alien as the face of their donation page.

Still, other than the legal aspect, she’s never really looked into Supergirl swag. There’s a lot of it out there, decals to t-shirts, to coffee mugs to miniature Supergirl costumes so that every little girl can be there favorite superhero for Halloween.

She’s 12 pages deep in the Supergirl section when she finds them, a little blue swath of cloth with the red and gold ’S’ on the back.

Supergirl underwear.

She barks a laugh, because honestly, Kara should see these.

And then she quits laughing because she realizes Kara should see these. On Lena.

It’ll be a cute little joke, and maybe Kara will be a little extra attentive because she’ll find it adorable that Lena has her House Crest plastered on her ass. It’ll be funny, and maybe a little hot; and she laughs to herself as she adds them to her cart and moves to the checkout - purchasing it under a fake name and address that she keeps handy for her more … sensitive purchases.

If the world ever finds out that Lena Luthor has a Supergirl kink, things could get a little unpleasant for everyone, not to mention the risk it would pose to Kara’s secret identity.

Five to six business days later, she goes down to the Post Office to check her PO box, grinning when she sees the nondescript little package.

She forces herself to wait until she gets home to open it, but as soon as her apartment door is closed, she rips into the package. She laughs a little maniacally as she pulls the panties out and runs her finger over the glittery ’S’. This will do just fine.

It’s incredibly difficult, not to just call Kara over right then and there, to be laid out on the bed with a 'look what I got’ smile.

But Lena is nothing if not a woman of patience and she most certainly has a flair for the dramatic, so she puts it off until that night, when Kara will be over for movie night.

They used to split it, sometimes at Kara’s apartment, and sometimes at hers; but after an unfortunate little incident that involved the Super friends walking in on them making out on Kara’s couch, they’ve taken to spending more night’s at Lena’s. It’s entirely too early in the relationship for them to moving in together, but Lena can’t help but feel a little flutter in her heart when she thinks about the second drawer in her armoire, specially reserved for Kara.

Her eyes trace back over the underwear as she remembers the wedding robes that Alura had shown her from their archives. She thinks about how the upper House symbol is etched into the material right over the heart, and her breath catches in her throat. This is far different, and they aren’t ready for marriage, not yet; but she still shivers just a little - maybe someday. But for today, the little bikini bottom will have to do, and she laughs giddily when she thinks about how amused Kara will find it all.

Kara is not amused.

She waits for the perfect timing; dinner is over and some cheesy romantic comedy that Kara picked is flashing across the television. It’s warm under the blankets, with Kara’s Kryptonian body heat, and she figures that’s as good of an excuse as any.

She rises gently from the couch and hears Kara pause the movie. Once she’s sure that her girlfriend’s eyes are firmly planted on her backside (like they so often are)- she slides her sweatpants down her legs, lingering with her ass in the air as she works the material down her legs.

“Lena.”

Kara’s voice is stiff.

“Yes?” She attempts to sound flirty, even though her heart is slowly sinking.

“What are you wearing?”

“Oh, these?” She glances over her shoulder at her girlfriend to see her jawline clenched, body practically vibrating with tension as her eyes linger on Lena’s ass.

The flirtation dies in her throat.

“Just… something I found online.”

Kara’s eyes are darker than Lena has ever seen them, and dread settles in her stomach as Kara’s nostrils flare.

“That’s the House of El crest.”

“I’m aware.”

“You’re wearing the House of El crest.”

Lena turns fully to face Kara and the reporter’s eyes snap up to lock on to hers.

She can’t help but feel a little miffed. This is not going the way she planned.

“Lot’s of people wear your crest all the time and you don’t have a problem with it.”

“Other people aren’t you.”

There it is, Lena thinks. Her last name coming back to haunt her. She had hope they were past that, but of course Kara has a problem with a Luthor wearing her crest - that a Luthor would ever consider the possibility of joining the House of El-

“Other people are just random people, but you -you’re - you’re -”

“A Luthor.” It’s barely a whisper, and tears spring to her eyes as she says it.

Kara’s brow furrows in confusion.

“You’re Lena! And other people - but you, you have the potential; and - and I’ve thought, but I’ve never seen - oh, Rao!” A fluttering hand passes over her girlfriend’s face, and she feels a surge of pity. Whatever is going on in Kara’s head certainly has her flustered.

“Talk it out.” She whispers gently, settling a hand on the superhero’s back.

Kara’s fingers flutter to adjust glasses that aren’t there before she takes a shuddering breath.

“Do you know how many times I’ve thought, no dreamed, about you wearing my crest?”

She feels the block of ice that’s settled in her stomach slowly begin to melt and she shakes her head.

“Way too often. And I know it’s wrong because you probably don’t understand what it means and it’s way too early to even think-”

“I know what it means.” She whispers softly. “I know that if we were to ever get married I would wear the House of El crest over my heart. That I would become a member of the noble House of El.”

She hears Kara whine in the back of her throat, and blue eyes trace over her face, lingering on her lips.

“I’ve never felt like this before.”

“Like what?” All of her trepidation from earlier is gone, replaced with a fluttering sort of want.

“Like I want to claim you.” Kara looks almost embarrassed by the words, even as they send a heat between Lena’s thighs.

“And I know that I shouldn’t, because you can’t claim people but I just-” Her words peter out into a groan and Lena laughs as realization dawns.

“You’re confused because you want me to be yours and you feel guilty?”

Kara nods slowly, looking ever so remorseful.

Lena hums, leaning forward to brush her lips against the Kryptonian’s ear.

“I’m yours, sweetheart.” Kara whines again. “Claim me all you want.”

“Lena…”

“I’m yours.” She repeats, and she feels Kara shudder. “Show me how that makes you feel.”

Before she can blink, she’s on her back, Kara’s weight settled between her legs and Kara’s lips on hers. The tongue that’s on hers is demanding and searching, and normally Kara’s kisses are soft and gentle and they make Lena melt; but today they take and take and Lena feels a fire ignite in her belly.

“Is this okay?” Kara whispers breathlessly.

“Yes.”

“Tell me if it’s not?”

“Yes, I’ll stop you if it’s too much - just let go.”

She tries to tug Kara back down, but her girlfriend has other plans, and she’s soon being tugged up from the couch.

“Bedroom. Now.”

She shivers at the authority in Kara’s voice, and she practically runs down the hall to the bedroom. She’s barely inside before Kara slams her against the now closed door, hand cradling her head protectively.

“Can I mark you?”

“Please.” Lena chokes out, and Kara’s lips latch on to her neck. Light kisses at first and then there’s a sharp bite and her legs melt - Kara’s weight against her the only thing holding her up.

She buries her fingers in blonde locks, tugging as hard as she can. She knows it doesn’t hurt Kara, knows that the superhero can barely feel it; but she needs something to ground herself.

The lips move lower, over her collar bone, and for a moment her shirt is in the way but Kara rips it easily; the shreds of material scattering around their feet. Not so gentle hands come up to her breasts, tugging and pulling, and she thinks for a moment that she may orgasm just from foreplay alone but then Kara is lifting her, strong hands spreading her thighs and wrapping her legs around a slender waist.

“Kara, please.”

Teeth sink into the tender skin of her chest and she cries out, hips bucking and then slamming back into the wall as Kara pushes against her tighter.

The hands under thighs have migrated, and she can feel fingers dancing at the edge of her underwear. She’s afraid for a moment that Kara might rip them (they’ve quickly become her favorite pair), but then the fingers are brushing the underwear aside and slipping into her heat without warning.

“Ka-Kara.” Her chest is heaving, and she can’t suck in enough oxygen, can’t pull Kara close enough.

The fingers inside of her twist, and somehow Kara’s thumb brushes her clit. She cries out, can’t stop herself if she wanted to; and she pushes up on Kara’s shoulders, trying desperately to ride the fingers inside of her.

Her girlfriend must sense her desperation, because within moments she’s on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as Kara shimmies the panties from her hips.

“Save these.” is the demand, and then they’re tossed across the room as Kara lowers herself to trail kisses along Lena’s stomach and hips.

“You’re so beautiful.” She whispers reverently and Lena shivers as the breath dances across her skin.

“I’m yours.”

Kara whines again, a primal sort of sound that makes Lena even wetter than she already is.

Insistent lips settle on her clit and fingers seem to fill every inch as they curl inside of her. Kara is moving almost too fast for her to keep up, but she doesn’t care, her entire being turned into a needy mess.

She whimpers as Kara hits just the right spot. The hand that doesn’t have fingers buried inside of her makes it’s way up her torso, pausing at each breast to trace the nipple and give it a sharp tug. It inches higher, past her collar bone until it’s curled around the base of her neck, fingers dancing along her pulse point. There’s no real pressure behind it, just enough to let her know it’s there.

She can feel herself teetering, just on the edge of release.

“Don’t stop.” She chokes out desperately and Kara’s fingers clench ever so slightly- the ones inside of her and the ones around her neck- and it reminds her of white water rafting, the way her body cascades into an orgasm; hips jerking of their own accord. She eventually comes back to herself, Kara’s fingers slowing inside of her until they slip out, and she groans at the loss of contact. Kara braces herself on the bed and hovers over her, soft lips working their way up her body until their lips meet once again in a searing kiss and she can taste herself on Kara’s tongue.

“Was that okay?”

She wants to scoff, wants to demand how that could have possibly been anything other than okay; but instead she flips them, silencing Kara’s insecurities with her lips before pulling back to look into bright blue eyes.

“My turn.”

Suggestions? Comments? I’m always super (ha!) insecure about my smut writing capabilities, so let me know!

#supercorp #supergirl #fanfiction #kara danvers #lena luthor #tumblr prompt

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hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf · 4 months

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I heard filthy asks and so I am here 🌚 (this is partly for me because I have been DOWN BAD for this man this comeback)

I just know Jongho is a sadist and fucking loves to overstimulate you. Overstimulation and dumbification is his thing for sure. And especially if you’ve been a brat then he’s definitely just gonna leave you tied up with vibrator so you come as many times as he wants you to. He focuses on your expressions through the pain and pleasure, carefully watching the tears stream down your face from the overstimulation. He gets a kick out of watching you writhe and whine, crying from the countless orgasms he’s put you through, yet still begging to be able to touch him. Or, at least trying to beg. It’s a bit hard with your mind too foggy to form full sentences. “Oh doll, you were just begging me to stop, no? I don’t think you can handle my cock, pretty girl is too fucked dumb already, huh?”

ah sorry for the rant love, but Jongho has just been hitting different lately

jeez I should just start writing fics at this point lol

thanks babe 🤠 dunno how i’m supposed to cope with THAT but thanks 👍🏻

i agree though. like if he gets you like that, you’re fucking done for. my masochistic ass is t h r i v i n g at the thought brrrr

#kpop smut #kpop hard thoughts #kpop hard hours #ateez #ateez smut #ateez hard thoughts #ateez hard hours #ateez jongho #jongho #jongho hard thoughts #jongho hard hours #jongho smut #alura speaks #alura fucking barks actually-

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hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf · 4 months

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hehehehehe hi alura🥰 <-------- me, about to be completed deranged

so you know how hongjoong's such a jealous guy right? now imagine him trying to flip the tables on you and make YOU jealous. but you see right through it, of course you do. imagine him flirting with the waitress while you're having dinner together and you were going to just let it go at first cause you know that he's just doing that to rile you up. but then, the waitress starts flirting back. oh no. you simply can't have that can you? and so you get up and drag hongjoong to the restroom and hongjoong's smriking cause now he's riled you up AND he get's fucked. and he's still wearing that shit eating grin when you pull his trousers down and rub your hand over his dick. or maybe finger him. whatever. anyways hongjoong's getting lost in the pleasure fast but he's still trying to keep his voices low. and that pisses you off more. you want everyone to know that he belong to you and so you tell him that if he suppresses his sounds, you're not gonna let him cum. and he immediately starts moaning your name loudly, even as his ears turn red. of course he does, what a slut. but you're going to let him off hook that easily. so as soon as he's going to cum, you stop and pull your hand away. ignoring hongjoong's dumbstruck expression, you sweetly mutter something about how your food must be here already and that he must be so hungry, let’s go eat dinner. and you walk back proudly, hongjoong scrambling to follow you. the waitress doesn't look at either of you again for the whole time you're in the restaurant. and you both get back home? let’s just say things get very interesting

"but mommy that's not fair!" he'd whimper as you tuck him back in his pants. but who ever said anything about playing fair?

"oh did i say i'd let you cum? my bad. you're not getting off for a long while, baby." you'd give his dick a little pat and then it’s off to the table to endure what is probably the most awkward dinner anyone in that restaurant has ever experienced. but the embarrassment is far outweighed by the satisfaction of knowing you’ve made it clear who owns him.

the whole time you’re eating, you can feel him lightly kicking at your shins to get your attention but you don’t give in, knowing what he really wants is for you to play with him under the table. even during the drive home, he’s insufferable. he keeps begging to be touched and tries to grab your hand while he’s driving but you simply swat his thigh and he knows he’s in for it the second you enter your apartment.

from there, he’s babbling apologies and begging to touch you, defending his request as “a chance to make it up to you” when you know all he wants is for you to get just worked up enough to let him off the hook. so you ensure that the rest of the night is torture for him.

“you wanna cum? fine then. i’ve made you wait long enough.” he babbles out his thanks but it quickly turns to begging for mercy when you refuse to let up with a sadistic grin. “stop? but it’s what you wanted baby.” you pout. “i’m gonna make sure you get what you want until the sun comes up.” and for some reason, it terrifies him in the best way.

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hey babe what the fuck 🤠 dunno if that’s directed at me or you but you know

thanks for that mental image, rae. i’ll be dreaming of it.

#kpop smut #kpop hard thoughts #kpop hard hours #ateez #ateez smut #ateez hard thoughts #ateez hard hours #ateez hard asks #ateez hongjoong #hongjoong #hongjoong smut #hongjoong hard thoughts #hongjoong hard hours #bahng-chrizz #rae’s thoughts #alura speaks #this bitch got me barking at work tf

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