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rustingcat · 7 months

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Vigilante

Kara was late.

She hated being late, but the amount of paperwork she had to sign was much larger than she anticipated, and the lack of signal in the classified room in the DEO meant that she couldn't alert Lena on time.

Kara made it to the lab an hour later, more exhausted than she realised.

"Kara! Is everything okay?" Lena asked the moment Kara put her bag down.

"Yes, I'm so sorry for the delay. I had to sign a LOT of papers for the DEO." Lena seemed so engulfed in the work, their work. The last thing she wanted was for Lena to feel like she's forced to take on the load.

"The DEO? Did something happen?" The worry in her voice was clear. Kara put a reassuring smile on her face to take some of it away.

"Yes, yes. I just signed an employment contract, I'm officially no longer a vigilante!" Kara said with a small chuckle.

"Oh, why the change? I remember you weren't a fan of working for the government before, especially with everything that went down with Colonel Hailey." Lena walked closer to her, a concern not completely gone.

"Well, now that my identity is public knowledge, Alex was very adamant in reminding me how open I am for lawsuits. Both private ones and from the government, like they could potentially sue me for stuff they ask me to do! How crazy is that?"

"Did you sign it already? I could go over it to make sure they don't put any peculiar articles or subsections."

"It's ok, Alex is still in touch with Lucy Lane. They went over the contract together several times before presenting it to me. Lucy is really good with this stuff." She reassured her.

"So you're a government official?"

"Yeah, free from any Supergirl related lawsuits, and with some pretty sweet tax benefits. Plus all of the salary they wanted to give me is going to go to different kinds of selected charities of my choosing, so that's awesome."

"I'm glad it all worked out."

"Me too." Kara breathed in relief.

"I have some news, too." Lena said as an excited smile spread on her face.

"Do tell," Kara said, biting her lip as a smile matching Lena started spreading.

"Okay, while you were off signing what was no doubt a mountain of paperwork," Kara nodded, "I found and fixed the problem with the distributor." Lena proclaimed proudly.

"What was the problem?" Kara asked, matching her excitement.

"We switched the materials connecting it to the compressor, but not the ones connected to the bio-terminal!" She explained quickly, her hands moving around in excited blur to match.

"Oh Rao! So it means–"

"We can start testing!"

"Ahh- Lena that's amazing!" Kara crushed into her best friend, giving her the big tight hug she deserves. She absolutely loved hugging Lena, really she took any opportunity she got. Feeling her warp around her tightly as if not wanting to let go, her smell that somehow always smelled amazing and feeling her heartbeat so close to hers. Hugging Lena was amazing, and she really deserved the most amazing hug after that discovery.

"Wait, we don't have their DNA to test it with." Kara noted once they pulled away.

"It's just a test to see if it can even process something like that, It doesn't have to be theirs. We already have exactly what we need." Lena explained.

"What do you mean?" Kara was confused, they didn't collect any DNA ahead of time.

"Samples of two specimens of the same biological sex, not to mention a combination of human and non-human DNA." Lena smiled at her.

"Oh." The room suddenly felt hotter. "Yeah, no… yes I see. Yeah that- that would definitely work." They would be combining their DNA. She and Lena. Their biological data would be combined. Kara felt very normal about this.

"Will you be able to extract some of your blood? If not, we can try saliva." Lena asked and she started to look around for the tubes.

"I think I can," Kara answered, looking at her fingers in an attempt to decide which one would be easier to cut. It's not like she would have to worry about the long term effect of the wound as it would heal once she stepped out into the sun.

Lena was already grabbing a syringe by the time Kara decided to go with her thumb, hoping to make the surface of the wound big enough to extract more blood.

She checked with her tongue to see which of her teeth is the sharpest –her upper left fang, and attempted her first try. It was painful, yet unsuccessful. She braced herself for the unavailable pain and tried again. The metallic taste in her mouth paired with the pounding pain in her finger told her she was successful. She took out her thumb and tried to lift it in a way that no blood would spill out. She held it above the tube Lena handed to her, letting the small drops fill it as much as she could, squeezing a bit despite the pain, until she was satisfied with the amount.

A quick walk to the window, letting the reflected rays of the sunshine upon her finger, fixed the little cut she created. She only wished Lena had similar powers. The syringe made her cut relatively small, but a cut was still a cut in Kara’s book. Lena was pressing a small piece of cotton to her arm, holding it tightly as she worked.

Kara walked closer to her. She was healed at this point and just as familiar with the machine as Lena, it was her turn to put on some work. She took Lenas wounded arm and gave it a small kiss to make it better. Lena's cheeks were immediately coloured with a light share of pink.

"All better now." Kara smiled at her. "Do you mind if I take it from here? You can keep pressing on the arm."

Lena simply nodded.

Inserting their blood samples carefully, Kara directed the machine to start the process. It was odd, she thought to herself, seeing all of the biological specification options for the combined data of her and Lena's DNA. Afraid to make a mistake, she slowly pressed on each button, choosing to unspecify everything before starting the process.

Kara looked at Lena with an exciting smile, biting down both her upper and bottom lips in the anticipation.

"And now we wait." Lena smiled back.

They watched in silence as the machine processed their data, searching for any errors or possible problems. They went through the math and the coding multiple times, they were at the very least confident in their work. The test was not to see a baby going through a full term, that process would take a few months even in their very advanced machine. Not to mention that due to the possibility of success, they knew that their first test subject should be for people who would be willing parents. So the test itself was only to see if the machine can prepare their given data to what could later become an embryo and then a healthy fetus should they choose to continue.

The process bar got closer to the end. No errors yet.

Lena was still pressing on her wound as she followed the process bar closely with her eyes. Kara wasn't sure if it was worry, tension or excitement on her face. Probably a combination of the three. She couldn't say she was faring any better, chewing in her bottom lip with similar emotions.

The bar got closer to the end. 97%, 98%, 99%, 100%.

Kara instinctively inhaled quickly. Holding her breath until the bar disappeared completely, replaced by a 'process complete' message on the screen.

"Oh my god!" She heard Lena exhale in relief.

"It worked!" Kara turned to face her, mouth wide open in shock and excitement.

"It did!" Lena confirmed in amazement.

They were hugging again before Kara fully realised she was doing it. Jumping in excitement in Lena’s arms as the latter laughed in response. When she settled down she noticed how close their faces were to each other, she could feel the heat radiating off of Lena's face warm her own. Suddenly their excited hearts became louder to her ears as she watched Lena wet her own lips. Kara instinctively mimicked the movement. They stayed like that for a moment, before Lena suddenly pulled away. Kara felt a pang of disappointment she could not name.

"I should check on this one project before I leave for today. Could you finish everything here?" Lena hurried to find her back, refusing to meet Kara's eyes.

"Sure," she had no problem wrapping everything herself. "What do you want to do with the PF?" It was the name they decided on for a successful processed DNA combination, a shorthand for Potential Fetus.

"It's not important, you can dispose of it." Lena finished collecting her stuff and exited before Kara could respond.

"Right." She muttered to the empty room. The project she went to check on must've been important.

Kara turned her attention back to the machine. She was familiar with the options, she designed the UI herself after all, yet they gave her pause. The button to proceed to the next stage had somehow become the most fascinating thing in the world. Flash images of small hands, a wild patch of dark hair and big striking green eyes passed through her mind in quick succession. She only noticed she clicked the button once a warning message asking her if she was sure she'd like to proceed popped up on the screen. Small panic went through her body as she realised what she almost did, Rao she almost greenlighted the creation of a baby for her and Lena.

She quickly pressed no, and moved on to check the other options. She had no need to restart the process to respect the bio-data for the PF, nor make changes to the DNA. She stared at the button to terminate the PF and all data related to it, but couldn't bring herself to do it. The images flashed her mind again. She wasn't sure what it was but she couldn't bring herself to do it, she couldn't press the button.

A message from Lena asking if she wanted a ride home made her notice the time. She sent her a quick message saying she would be right there, and turned back to the machine. Kara made a quick decision to store the data for later use, just in case they wanted to reexamine it, of course. Plus it was their first success, it could also be a reminder of their progress.

Kara finished turning off whatever unnecessary parts to keep the power consumption at a minimum, went over everything twice and spared a moment to stare at the container, before she left.

The images followed her to her dream that night, along with a familiar dimpled smile by her side.

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stonemags · 11 months

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SUGAR BABY AU

Ch.6 Mishandle

Characters in this series: Reader, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Carol Danvers, Darcy Lewis, Maria Hill, Kate Bishop, Pepper Potts, Valkyrie, Shuri

Summary:How much can you trust people that are the closest to you? Can you put any trust into strangers? After being tricked so many times, you can be sure to trust one person ... yourself. You should have left it that way, to bad you give second chances like fliers on the street.

Warnings: age gap relationships, sugar mommy/sugar baby relationships, swearing, mensplaning, all story is gonna be +18, you are responsible for your own ass.

Word count: 8915

A/N: This one is coming out faster this time, to make up for the wait ive put you all on. I hope you will enjoy it. Feedback is always walcome! Previous chapter

Your desk is covered in papers, the screen too bright for your liking, your eyes are stinging after hours of sharp focus on the monitor, but this old computer is not really cooperating with you. Loud noises are distracting, making it hard for you to finish your tasks, and you have a lot of them. Your boss, Loki, has put on you a first adult-ish assignment. It's your chance to no longer make coffee, kind of work, even more that fresh inters came in so they are at the bottom of the chain right now. That's how it works. The amount of work stresses you out but you are not going to let the opportunity slide. You can finally edit a text that will end up in one of the less popular magazines, but it's still going to be out. Doesn't matter how insignificant it will be, your name will be on this work and you need to give a 100% out of you.

It's been 2 weeks since Carol's party, you haven't seen her or any of her friends since that night and to be completely honest you thought about Natasha and Wanda …. not more than once. When you came home and changed the bandaid on your hand the next day, you reminded yourself of how caring and worried they were, but also very smug and self indulgent, after that… nothing. You had school, work, shifts at the bar and your friends to care about. Not mentioning your phone caller issue that you will have to address and take care of at some point. Your life fell back into place after that night, gym, school, work, repeat. You have to keep the flow going or it's really easy to get lost in this kind of lifestyle. It's like running at full speed, you can't trip. The faster you go the harder you are going to hit.

“You better do it right yn.” That low voice scared you coming from behind your shoulder. Loki was always creepy, not in a perverted way but still creepy.

“Yes boss, on it.” Short and sweet, don't discuss with him, you have learned it the hard way. It's for the best to make him feel validated. You assume that he had a rough childhood by the way he treats other people and by the not so quiet conversations he has with his brother in the office. You can't help but hear them, all the workers do, and you learned to have some understanding towards him.

You are at your last working hour, the phone is thrown into the drawer so it won't occupy you but your smart watch is vibrating with the amount of messages you are getting. You ignore every single one of them even when the vibration is traveling up your arm, leaving goosebumps on your skin. Last ten minutes you spend on cleaning your desk and putting your stuff into the bag. As you run down two flights of stairs you think about your plan for the rest of the day. You are done with work for now, you have spent half of the night doing extra work for school to get a little bit ahead and it worked amazingly on your anxiety, or the lack of it. You decide on visiting Steve on your way home, even if you don't have a shift at the bar, you enjoy spending time with him. As someone opens the door in front of you to let you exit first, with a short “thanks” you are outside, changing your plans immediately after you feel the warm sun. At this time of the year it is rare and you are planning on using that antidepressant window. The skin on your face feels like it is covered in a thin layer of warmth getting deeper inside of you, embracing your brain in an endorphin hug. You will visit Steve later, for now you are going to grab a nice coffee from the bike/coffee stand near the park and have a walk with your headphones on, ignoring the whole world.

“Can you start picking up your goddamn phone!” You turn around just in time to stop an angry Darcy right in front of you. Her face seems worried just as she is angry. Right behind her there is Carol clearly having a laugh at her girlfriend's tantrum. When you see her smile you can help but join and embrace Darcy in a hug.

“Sorry Darcy, work stuff. What’s up, what's so important that you came here?” It's unusual for any of your friends to arrive at any of your work places, from your work friends they know only Steve as they hang out at the bar sometimes, but they dont push to get to know everybody around you and you are grateful for that. Darcy points at the car that her girlfriend is already entering and with a big sigh you throw behind you all the warm sunny plans you had and follow along. The car always smells new and you are wondering if Carol is actually exchanging her car for the same one, just new, from time to time. Seems like something she would do. Leather seats squeak under your touch and you take your place in the backseat and you hate every second of it. It's like wearing leather pants, for you it feels like biting a cotton towel, or having your sleeves getting wet, when you wash your hands. Uncomfortable at least.

Carol starts driving and Darcy looks at you with a really excited expression on her face.

“No.” You say to her, making her confused right away.

“I didn't even say anything.”

“But you are going to, and you are excited, which means i have to do stuff, and you could text me what’s all this is about, but you didn't, so kidnapping me is the only way for me to participate in whatever evil plan you made.” She seems almost offended but it lasts three seconds before she starts laughing.

“You know me so well.” She is slouching over the back of her sweet so she can face you and it makes Carol uncomfortable, worrying that if anything happens the seat belt would work correctly. With one hand on the wheel, Carol puts the other on Darcy's thigh and turns her around. She turns off music and with a steer voice starts talking.

“Yn can hear your love, don't do that please.” Darcy takes Carol hand into hers not taking off her thigh, just to confirm that she understood and she is sorry.

“Yes daddy, I'm sorry.” Carol is rarely mad at Darcy, she doesn't really have a reason to, they made for each other, at least in your opinion, but when she is Darcy will use any pet name she can to melt her girlfriends heart and get on her good side again, and it's clearly working wonders.

“You are having a date Yn.” Carol informs you and you know this is a way of hers to mess with Darcy, the fact that she wasn't the one to share the news infuriates her.

“I was supposed to, ugh…. I have an outfit for you at Carol's house and we will give you a ride to the restaurant.”

“That's amazing, thank you very much… but I have work. My shift at the bar starts in-”

“In two days Yn, I have access to your calendar, don't try anything with me.” Feeling defeated, you slouch back a little bit and let your eyes follow the world outside of the car. Carol turns on the radio again after a minute of silence, assuming that everything was said and it won't be irritating for anyone. For a second you even let yourself sink into music and the outside world. Sun is peeking through the small alleys between the buildings, falling on your face in a pattern. You remember briefly that when you weren't able to fall asleep as a child your parents, or someone, you can't really remember, was taking you into the car and driving a couple of times around the block. Street Lamps or the sun flashing from time to time on your face was making you feel good, safe, comfortable, like there is something so bigger then you and everything around you. You found comfort in unlimitless nothingness and even now as an adult you feel safe. You are able to fight the sleepy state, well maybe you drifted away a little bit, and as you see Carol's house you are fully conscious again, anxiety of what's coming slowly creeping in.

You enter the house, talk with Carol and Darcy about the last party and upcoming events, work stuff, your studies and Darcy's new projects at her school. You can never fully understand what she is talking about, too much chemical talk but you are so proud of her and happy that she can feel fulfilled with where she is. You are always interested in Carol's work and life, maybe that's why you are the closest to her among all your friends. She appreciates the way you treat her as her, not as Darcy's girlfriend or treat both of them as one, because as close as they are, they are still themself. They help you prepare, get your hair fixed, put a nice outfit together, and Carol even let you borrow some of her perfume. In no time you are back in the car going to the unknown location, to meet with a stranger. You are reminding Darcy that you agreed for half an hour of this show and then you are going to be even. She tries to extend it for an hour, using arguments like “ you can't get to know a person in half hour”, or “ you won't be even able to eat”. As you pull in front of the restaurant you see three Michelin stars in the front of it and you almost choke.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME? IN HERE I'M NOT GOING TO BE ABLE TO GET A GLASS OF WATER WITH MY BUDGET!” It was louder than you anticipated and the doorman put his focus on the car in front of him. He started going into your direction but Darcy opened the window at the right time.

“Everything is okay, we just need a second.” He smiled and without any words pointed at the parking spot a little bit further from the main door. Carol took a clue and parked there. Darcy took her seat belt off and turned to you, making you jump.

“Darcy this is too much, and why do I even have to get so dressed up for someone I will turn down in the first two minutes?” You don't want to do this, and you can't be more clear than that. As bad as it sounds you are planning on being just as honest with your date.

“Give them a chance, Jesus, why are you so negative, they're gonna pay for you.” She got out of the car and opened your door rushing you outside. The restaurant is far enough from your house to have a real struggle with coming back, so you have to rely on Darcy and you are not enjoying this feeling. Just when you stepped outside it came to you what she said.

“They!? What do you mean by They ?! Darcy is that -'' You can't even finish, Darcy closes your door, jumps back into her seat and as in a getaway car tells Carol to drive. You can only hear a faint have fun coming from her window. You run your hand down your face, taking a deep breath in and decide to get through it as ripping off a bandaid, fast but painfully. You straighten out your outfit, little crevices created by the short ride are easy to clean up and the cleaned up outfit helps you a lot with your confidence. You feel like you will need a lot of it during that dinner. Constant tag and pull with the redheads is exhausting and staying afloat as they try to drown you down feels like a survival chore. You can't help but be angry at Darcy, you know she wants good, you know you promised but you feel a little bit betrayed. You can't really pinpoint why but the feeling spreads uncomfortable through your body, or maybe it's just the cold that went back with the sun setting down. Beautiful purple color of the sunset lets you grab the last bits of energy, hope and the feeling of rest. You know it will end as soon as you turn around to enter the restaurant or when the sun will finally set. It's sad that you can't wait for the latter.

“Half hour Yn, just half hour.” You talk to yourself hoping it will help you feel the back bone of your character and get through it smoothly enough. What 30 minutes can do right?

You enter the building, or rather you are led by the doorman through two sets of doors. After the second one you are met with a man in a suit, he looks important, you are wondering if that's the owner, maybe a menager, they are always around right? He looks so elegant that his status needs to be at a high level. Little lost in your head you hear him speak when the doors are closing behind you.

“May I take your coat miss?” Miss? Coat? You thought that this man is… and he is just…. It's going to be long, thirty minutes.. This is not something you enjoy, not something that is a part of your world. You just need to survive this. You are wondering how the man will know which coat is yours. He didn't give you a number nor did he take your name. It's all strange and the coat belongs to Carol, you are worrying now about getting it back later.

Restaurant seems much bigger from the outside. The building is huge but the dining area pleasantly small. The kitchen must take a lot of space, you think to yourself approaching a Host of the restaurant. Small wooden desk in front of him looks amazing. Golden leaves decorating the legs as a vine. The whole place is in darker colors but it gives a more elegant and fancy look to it. Smell is not overwhelming which is usually a problem for you in the restaurants, not in this. You can hear a light chatter around,

“Welcome, do you have a reservation?” He asks you with his back straight, his tie carefully secured around his neck. Do you have a reservation? This whole thing feels so out of blue, catching you off guard in every single step, it seems.

“Um… I….” You can't recall their last name, why can't you recall their last name? You fall back into the memory, you follow the steps of the day you meet them. You went to work, bus ride, Wanda opened the door for you, she had her suit on, her shirt was open, she had a messy bun on top, she had this nice perfume on her, the same she used last time you saw her at the Carols party. You could feel it clearly when she was tending your wound. Darcy introduced them to you. She said their names, they are both lawyers or Wanda is a lawyer and Natasha is in finances, yes that seems correct. Did she say their last name ? You remember now, she didn't but they gave you their card…. which you didn't even look at, before throwing it away. Then it comes to you, you were supposed to text them last time after the accident, they gave you a new card and you actually have it on you at the back of your phone case. It is very embarrassing trying to get your phone out of its case but also necessary. Host is waiting for you patiently, his face emotionless, he was definitely well trained for his job.

“It should be on the name-” You finally take out a card and look at the last name. “-Romanoff, or Maximoff. One of those.” It's strange to see that they are married, but they still use separate last names, it might be just for business and you decide on asking them if you will have to speak at all. At least it's going to be something to talk about. You smoothly follow the host to your table, moving between the tables you can see all the food prepared for other guests and your stomach lets you know about its empty state. Smell coming from each of the tables will not be very helpful in the next 30 minutes, because there is no way that you are going to let them pay for anything, not with these prices. At the far left corner of the restaurant you can see Wanda and Natasha chatting between each other, their hands together on the table, Natasha is lightly smoothing her wifes hand with her thumb, laughing at something she said. It's the first time they don't seem like big, scary rich assholes, more human than before. You are afraid, or maybe you are sure it's going to drop as soon as they are going to see you. First to notice you is Natasha, she lets go of Wandas hand and stands up to greet you. You don't want to make a scene in the restaurant, so you kiss her cheek as her hand lingers on your waist and you do the same with Wanda. Looking at them, seeing how dressed up they are, you are glad that Darcy made you wear the clothes she prepared, if you would dress yourself, you would for sure stand out, not in a good way. You take your place on an empty chair when Wanda starts speaking to you.

“I hope you didn't have any problems finding us?” She sounds soft, soft enough for you to find it degrading.

“Except not knowing your last names it was pretty easy.” You say in a rough voice and that makes Natasha look back to the man that brought you to the table.

“You didn't have you, I gave him clear instructions. It's not that hard to do the only thing you are here for. I'm going to talk to him.” She drops the napkin on an empty table and stands up. You are not sure how you find your voice, maybe it's the nervous atmosphere that Natasha is adding to, or maybe your empathy for a fellow customer service worker, but you speak up.

“Sit down!” To your surprise, she does with a shocked face, while her wife laughs a little.

“Can we just order and get this over with? It feels like work.” You ask and that makes Wanda look at you quizzingly.

“What do you mean baby? Get it over with?” You put down the menu that you were reading and look her in the eyes.

“I promised Darcy that I will be here for at least half an hour. It started five minutes ago and I'm counting the time. I didn't want to be here and I found out just when she dropped me off that I'm meeting with you both.” She looks hurt and you need to address that before it gets more messy, even more that Natasha looks angry. You look between them and continue.

“Look-” You run your hand on your face, as it is supposed to take off the worry. “-I’m sorry, but i'm not looking for dates, or relationships. Any kind of relationship.” You say pointing your finger between them.

“Can we just spend this 25 minutes talking or whatever and I promise you won’t have to waste any more time on me.” That makes Wanda's face soften. She looks like she is about to say something but Natasha cuts in.

“Sure, let's just order something.” In the next three minutes you placed an order and as much as they pursued you to get something to eat you didn't get anything. You got a coffee which cost twenty five dollars. You regret that decision, thinking that you would be okay with the tap water. Your stomach starts to hurt with how empty it is and all the smells are affecting it in a horrible way. Wanda and Natasha placed their orders and food came in faster then it took to order it. They are really at the top in this restaurant. They start eating while you enjoy your coffee. Wanda tries to start a light conversation, to make it a little bit less awkward for all of you.

“So Yn, Darcy told us you were working today, was it a good shift?”

“Decent, I got my first article to do a final edit to.” You say and take a sip of coffee, looking at Wanda enjoying her pasta alfredo. You feel yourself salivating and you probably look too long at her food, because it makes her wonder if you actually want anything.

“Yn, are you sure you are not hungry?” Wanda says and her wife finally joins the conversation.

“We know we picked an expensive restaurant, let us get you something to eat sugar.” She is about to call the waiter to the table again.

“No. No, Natasha no, I'm really okay. Please don’t.” She looks at you, deeply studying your eyes, knowing that you are doing that because you are uncomfortable with the prices, but still she doesn't want to go against you, as much as she wishes she could. With each passing time she spends with you, she realizes that you can be destructive for yourself, and she would gladly take that away from you. You feel your phone vibrate in your pocket but you decide to keep it there for the next fifteen minutes. Time feels like it stretches itself, making you feel like it has been over an hour. You keep your fingers on the brim of your coffee mug, trying to make your legs stop shaking, and your muscles twitching. It's not that you are nervous, you are past that, but your medication is wearing off and you can feel it. At this time you would either take a second dose if you were at work, or with your friends, or just people in general, or you would take some actions to make yourself comfortable. Caffeine doesn't help, and it was a bad idea as it just makes you more and more sleepy with every second. Your left hand is laying on the table and the tablecloth feels awful against your fingertips. Material feels like it lingers on your skin even after you pick your hand up, it's too soft and too harsh at the same time, like a used sandpaper sheet. You wish you could pick your hand up but you can't. It feels embarrassing to do so, not because of the action but because of the reason to do so, so you force yourself to keep it that way. Only fifteen minutes longer. It feels like you said it to yourself an hour ago but with the time speed in your brain, it was only a minute. You are physically restraining yourself from counting seconds, numbers help you stay sane but you can't do that right now, if you would, everything that two woman in front of you are speaking about would go into the void, and as a center of entertainment for them right now you can’t allow yourself to drift off, they would notice. Clutter of silverware feels like it's happening at the front part of your skull, Lady at the table on your right has some good insights about new generations of doctors, she is a doctor too, she has her id clipped to her bag. Man to whom she is speaking is sweating a lot, he is nervous and it seems like they are on a date. One girl, a waiter, has had enough of today, she stands at the corner next to the bar, nobody can see her, or maybe nobody just pays attention, except you. Sometimes putting on a work uniform equals disappearing. She is running her hands on her thighs, looking up to the ceiling, she tries to stop crying. That makes you look around the room, a man in a big suit is red on his face, he was just yelling, or arguing since you didn't hear anything before. He shoves food into his mouth like it's going to calm his nerves.

“Are you even listening?” Natasha calls out and just then her voice breaks through all the loud noise around you.

“Hm? I'm sorry I just-”

“Wasn't listening. Look, I understand you don't want to be here, but a little decency wouldn't hurt you. We are trying hard to get to know you, not use you, not sponsor you, not even embarrass you, just get to know you. I don't understand what's so awful about it.” She throws a napkin at the table and stands up.

“I need to use the restroom, I'll be right back.” She looks at her wife when she speaks, she is mad, you didn't mean to make her mad, or disappointed, you really do appreciate the interest.

“Nat, I really didn't mean to- '' You are trying to defend yourself but she is already gone, you lie your head low and massage your traps with your hands, it's painful but helpful. You get this uneasy feeling inside your stomach and you can't say if that's the lack of food or the nerves. Just then you realize that you picked your hand up from uncomfortable table cloth and you make a mental note not to put it down at the same place.

Wanda swallows the food she just finished, your time is almost up and you are grateful for it, even more that since the moment you went into the restaurant you were doing nothing more but disappointing everybody, including yourself. You decide to speak to her, maybe try to explain yourself a little why you are acting that way.

“Im sorry Wanda.”

“I know.” A moment of silence lingers between you when she grabs her wine glass, not taking her back off of her chair, stretching her arm out.

“I'm sorry about her, I’ m not saying she is not right yn, i feel the same way, but my wife is just very frustrated by you.” You hang your head low, like a child being scolded, you tell yourself that you shouldn't care about their opinion, but it matters, everybody's opinion matters and you hate that about yourself.

“I wasn't aware that I was that irritating for her. That's just an additional reason for why you shouldn't waste your time on me Wanda.” She smiles at you and shakes her head.

“Sexually frustrated Yn, emotionally frustrated. She really wants to get to know you, and she is being on her best behavior holding back every second we are spending with you.” That makes you even more confused.

“What do you mean?”

“You are a precious one aren't you?” This time you can be sure it was degrading.You straighten up your posture.

“That little stunt you did at the party?” She leans in, making you once again lost in the smell of her perfumes. You don't say anything but she can see on your face how oblivious you are.

“You remember that moment when Natasha went to you to simply try and devour you? That little stunt you pulled with her belt? Please you had to see her reaction, she has the same look every time she looks at you, and to be honest i don't blame her. I had a fun night thanks to you baby, it's a shame you weren't there.” She finishes the sentence and then her wine. You feel like you have finished all the air, it's hard to breathe and it's too warm, and you don't understand those feelings, they put you in a fight or flight state, but at the same time you are glued to the chair, not able to move. Wanda puts her hand on yours and interlocks your fingers, you are not able to stop her or yourself.

“Yn, breath.” She looks a little worried but at the same time highly entertained.

“What's going on?” Natasha comes back to the table and her voice brings you back and makes you let go of Wanda’s hand like it's burning you.

“Oh nothing love, I just told Yn how much fun I had because of her after the party.”

“Wanda-” Natasha says in a scolding way, seeing the state Wanda put you in. “- I apologize for my wife's sugar. Sometimes she can't keep her mouth shut.” Their holding hands and being so tender with each other, it makes you feel like an intruder.

“I thought you like it wide open.” Wanda's comment makes you choke on your coffee and it goes down the wrong pipe, sending you into a coughing spree. A girl, the waiter you saw before comes right in to check on you. You assure her that everything is okay, but she still leaves a glass of water for you on the side, sending you a warm smile. Wanda and Natasha cut the topic seeing in what way it's affecting you and you fall into light conversation for the last couple of minutes. You ask them about work and they can't say much other than it’s classified sounding like from csi miami series, but either way you are very much interested in stories they encounter while being at work.

Your phone vibrates a couple of more times and at the fifth time you can’t not pick it up. You assume who is trying to reach you but as you pull your phone out of the inside pocket in your jacket you can see that you were very wrong. You have ten messages and five missed calls, all from Shuri, and she never calls you. You immediately get this worried look and they can see it.

“What's going on Yn?”

“Is everything okay?” You don't even pick your head up to look at them.

“I'm sorry I need to call back. I'm sorry.” You dial Shuri on your phone and call her back without getting up from the table. You just turn your body side to them to get a little bit more private. She pics up after two dial tones.

“Shuri!? Is everything okay? What's going on?” You are holding your phone with your right hand and playing with the rings on your left hand. Your voice is low trying not to disturb anybody's dinner or conversations, fortunately your table is far enough from others. Natasha and Wanda pay close attention to you, their hands together in a caring manner.

“Now?” You ask and look at your watch.

“I'm really far away from the city-” You pinch your nose with your fingers.

“- I can try to call a cab-” A moment of silence from your side let's Wanda slip a fast question.

“Is something wrong?” She whispers to you laying her hand on the table close to you. You look at her apologetically.

“-it's not about the money Shuri. I'm just limited right now. How much time do I have? An hour? Okay, yeah I'm going to figure something out, don't worry about it I got you, just send me the location.” With that you hang up the phone and start looking around to collect your things, which you don't have because everything is in your coat. You look at them and you don't know what to say, you are just about to cut short a 30 minute meeting in which you already disappointed them so much. They are both worried that much you can say but Natsaha is definitely clenching her jaw, it's not a good sign. You try to find in yourself the right words to turn them down one last time, but you can't, not with this level of stress.

“I need to go.” You stand up looking between both of them. You take thirty dollars from your pocket and put it under your coffee mug.

“I'm sorry.” With that you leave them and don't provide them any explanation, to be honest they didn't ask. You move into the exit and wait a second for the man to give you your, actually Carol’s coat. You thank him and go outside trying to figure out what you are going to do.

Natasha and Wanda, a little disappointed with how things went, decided to finish dinner and head home. Fifteen minutes after you left they exit the restaurant and wait for their car to be brought. Just as they receive keys from the worker they hear a loud conversation on the side of the building. Natasha looks around the corner and sees you packing around with your phone in your ear, for a second she thinks about leaving you but her wife walks past her towards you.

“I understand but I don't have enough cash! You know how far it is, i can cash app the money whats the problem?! No don’t- . Ugh!” Clearly someone hung up on you. You are looking at your phone typing aggressively, you seem worried out of your mind.

“Okay Yn what's going on?” Wanda asks when her wife joins her and you are surprised to see them. You take a second before you reply.

“I can’t find a cab, it's nothing really. Again sorry it turned out this way.” Your phone rings again and you pick it up so fast that the second ring tone doesnt come.

“Yes, yes I called. I need a cab to the city center-” You pace around not being able to stay in place, even more that you just got this feeling in your legs that you can't describe. Each night before sleep, when your medicine wears off completely your legs have this tingly feeling, like slight electric shocking waves going through your muscles. It's nothing pleasant. Usually a hot shower helps but the alternative is just to keep moving, so that's what you do.

“- HOW MUCH? Okay yeah, yeah you too.” You sit down, cross legged at the curb, your left palm is open while your right is holding the phone, lightly tapping it on your left. Natasha crouches in front of you and tries to catch eye contact. You don't look up so she snatches the phone from your palm.

“Hey!” You reach to grab it back but she already gave it to Wanda that stands behind her.

“Tell us what's wrong, sugar?” You look between them, they look at you gently, worried, trying to read your expressions while you are breathing heavily with stress, your upper back is tense and you would love to shake it off of you. Without giving them too much information you speak up.

“I need to pick up someone from the city center and I should be there-'' You look at your watch trying to figure out how much time passed from your conversation with Shuri. “- in forty minutes. I called a couple of companies but they either don't have anybody in the area, or they don't have a cash app and I don't have that much cash on me.” You explain carefully, trying hard not to sound crazy or overemotional, even if you feel your body shaking. Natasha is standing up, it makes you feel like she is hovering above you, and you don't have energy to fight for your phone. To your surprise she stretches her hand towards you and helps you stand up. You follow, and the feeling of her skin on yours is very different from Wandas. It's hard to tell if that's a good or a bad thing. With both of them your whole relationship, if you can even call seeing them three times, a relationship, you had an off feeling but at the same time some connection that wanted to be made.

“Come on, we’re gonna drive you.” Natasha says with her face straight, she takes the space leaving no room for you to decline. You are in the tight spot, Shuri is counting on you and you are needed, there is a big possibility you won't be able to do this without their help, and oh god how much you hate it.

“No, i'm going to- i will-” Wanda interrupts your protest already opening the front passenger door for you.

“You will do what? You are out of options, Yn. Get in.” And you do, with her hand on the small of your back you take the space next to Natasha. For a second you are confused about why you are sitting in the front seat.

“ Tell me where to go.” Natsaha doesn't even take a look at you, she seems pissed and you don't blame her, you would probably hate yourself in their position. ruining the date, making them do something for you, ruining their day schedule. They both probably have a thousand better places to be right now, and they are stuck with you. Awkwardness of the situation doesn't help the anxiety you have about the passing time, you are scared of running late, always, but in this situation even more. After giving them the address and helping with directions from time to time you are 5 minutes away from your destination.

“So who is Shuri?” Wanda asks from the back seat, taking your focus off of the road in front of you.

“Oh she studies at the university with me, she is Tony Stark’s best student.” You explain briefly.

“That Stark? What a small world.” Natasha comments taking a fast look at her wife in the back mirror.

“ That's nice, baby, but I meant who is she to you.” Are you imagining things or does she sound jealous? You can't help but wonder. You are not sure what makes you open up in front of them in any way, but you do.

“She is my-” you make a little pause, wondering what words you should use. “-friend, a really good friend.”

“Hm a really good one you say?” Wanda is pushing you a little bit trying to bring some more information out of you.

“Yeah, we were together for two years, she is like family to me. Actually her whole family kind of took me in, as a part of them.” Too much Yn, too much, You bite your tongue, probably a little too late, you are mad at yourself for revealing that much about your past, to total strangers. That was always an issue for you, if someone was willing to listen you were eager to talk. That's unfortunately not a safe thing to do, at least usually.

“So we went out to pick up your ex?” Natasha is straight forward, and strangely you respect that. At that moment you arrive in front of elementary school.

“Actually no.” You answer quickly and get out of the car, looking straight at the little boy waiting with his teacher near the gate. You walk in their direction.

“JUNIOR!” You yell out for him and the moment he sees you, his backpack is on the ground and he runs into your direction. You catch him into your arms and spin him around as he hugs himself close to your neck, securing his legs around your torso. You walk still holding him up to pick up his backpack. You didn't realize that both Natasha and Wanda got out of the car and were approaching you.

“It's been a while since we saw you miss Yn. Have a nice day.” Teacher sends Junior T’Challa a wave and goes back into the building. You are written down on the list to pick up Shuri’s nephew. It's not the first time for you to do that, but it's true that it's been a while. Boy refuses to let you go as you try to pick up his backpack. Before you can do it, struggling a little bit Natasha snatches it from the ground looking down at you.

“Yn? Who is that?” Junior asks you and to be honest you hoped that they would already leave.

“This is Natasha and Wanda, they drove me here, which I'm very thankful for, but now they have to go. Right?” You hope that the hint is not too small.

“Actually we have the whole day reserved for you Yn. You and this little boy now.”

“Im T'Challa Junior.” He says proudly, getting out of your arms at the same time.

“It's Shuris nephew.” You kneel down, fixing his jacket. The water proof material got stuck in the zipper. You take the piece out and zip it all the way up, trying to keep him nice and warm.

“She got stuck with Profesor Stark.” Boy gets visibly sad after that information. You are thinking for a second if you should do something with him, or just get him home and take care of your responsibilities, which to be honest are piling up. You got three texts about essays that are needed for tomorrow. All for the same class and the same topic, which is the worst case scenario for you.

“Don't worry, Yn here is actually taking you to the theme park. We are going to have a lot of fun.” Natasha throws information out of nowhere, without asking you, giving you any heads up, and taking full control over the situation, and you thought for a split second to get violent with her. How dare she use a little boy's emotions against you? Yes, sure, it's a nice thing to do, but you told them specifically that you don't have too much time, that you have half an hour for them and that's it, that you don't want to be near them or do more than necessary to keep your promise. Which part of that she didn't get? Wanda notices how angry you got after her wife’s idea, and as much as she thinks about resolving this issue, this also might be a good idea to show you that they are not so bad. She kneels down next to you to get to the boys and your eye level, her eyes are soft, apologetic almost.

“It's going to be fun, Yn. You’ll see.” Junior gets excited and follows Natasha to the car, you are right behind them with wanda. How are you supposed to take happiness out of his hands? You are not a monster.

“Cheer up Yn.” Wanda is walking on a very thin line.

“Cheer down Wanda, this is hopefully the last time I have to see you both.” Leaving shocked Wanda behind, you get into the place with Junior on the back and let Natasha decide where to go. Make him happy, and survive. That's all that matters right now. You would give your life for this boy, what's one day, even if it means you staying up all night to catch up with your work, because of course you agreed to take those additional papers for tomorrow. You need money, lots of it, so you need to work… a lot. Just as you were getting nervous about it and your bank account your phone started going off with text messages. One after another, drilling a hole in your calmness. You don't even read them, you decide to call right away and you can't be bothered enough that you are not alone.

“What do you want?” Wanda looks at you worried, but smiles at the little boy to keep him calm.

“No.” Some arguing can be heard through the phone on the other side of the call. Even when you put it on the lowest volume, it's so loud that they can hear.

“You do want me to starve, don't you?... At the end of the week, that's all I have to say to you. Leave me alone.” You finish your call and mute your phone, of course after filing Darcy and Shuri up on what's happening and where are you going. Wanda and Natasha didn't ask, hoping you will explain what the call was about, it didn't sound good.

The rest of the day passed good but horrible slowly. Junior had so much fun, riding with Natasha and playing games with Wanda, or sitting down and eating corn dogs with you. Seeing him happy makes you happy, but the mental load that you are carrying with you is heavy enough that you can't relax or enjoy this for even a second. Going through stuff in your head is a normal thing for you, but at the end of the day, when you're actually sitting down to do what you have to do you feel like you went through the same task five times already. It's simply dreadful, not mentioning the lack of any satisfaction when you are actually done.

Shuri tells you that she is already home, Junior is tired, and you are also so ready to go home. You asked Natasha and Wanda, who were trying so, so, so hard to get to you in any way, that it was irritating at some point, to give T'Challa a ride. Normally you would feel bad about it but it was their idea in the first place.

Shuris home is a little bit outside of the city, not far from the subway thankfully. When Natasha parks her car at the side of the street, you collect your bag and get out of the car. Walking to the other side of it you zip your jacket up, goosebumps all over your body, reminding you physically how cold it is at this time of year. Street lights give off your favorite time of the day vibe, even if it's far till three am. You open the door on the right side and slowly unbuckle Junior from the seat.

“Don’t.” You tell Wanda, seeing her undoing her seatbelt, also to go out and help you. Surprisingly she listens to you. You take the boy into your arms and let him hug you half asleep, you hold him up with your right hand and take his backpack with your left. It's heavier than it looks. Actually they both are, or maybe you are just really tired, it's been a long day. you go to the gate with him and Wanda and Natasha are watching your every move. You ring the bell at the gate and later the main doors are open. Two people go out of the house, the older woman takes the boy from your hands and the younger takes the back pack. Redheads can't hear a thing but they can see you talking with the younger woman.

“I don't know how to thank you. He texted me half way throughout the day, how much he missed you and how much fun he is having.” Shuri is so genuine with you, she always was, pretty tough sometimes, but always real, and you respect that.

“You know I love this boy, he is family.”

“And you are ours Yn. You have always been, and you will always be a part of this family.” These cheesy moments between you two is not something any of you are used to, even when you were together,” i love you” sounded more like a, “bye i see you later”, rather than “my heart is with you every second when we are apart”. Romanticizing your life much? Maybe, but how can you not, when you want to survive in this world, with your heart intact. Shuri hugs you for a goodbye, and gives you a light kiss on the cheek, which does not go unnoticed by your dates.

“I don't like it, Wanda.”

“Would you calm down Nat? You did everything today to push her away, and each moment I've been trying to fix the situation that YOU created, you were shutting me up.” That accusation is shocking for Natasha, and she will not back down from defending herself, even if it's coming from her wife. She almost starts talking again, giving her piece of thoughts on the topic, but she sees you walk away and that takes priority at this second.

“We are going to talk about it at home.” She points her finger at Wanda, her voice sounds like flowing out through clenched teeth, and she is definitely not agreeing with Wanda. She doesn't even point out to her wife what's happening, she just goes out of the car and walks fast after you, Wanda confused but right at her heels.

“And where do you think you’re going?” The force with which you turn around makes Natsaha stop immediately. Your eyes are dark, your jaw is clenched, as well as your fists.

“Natasha, calm down!” Wanda joins you at the side of the road, it's really quiet in this neighborhood, the only sound slicing the silence is the roaring of the car that was left with the engine running. You pinch the bridge of your nose, irritation, exhaustion, this feeling of wasted day get to you, overstretching your patience to the fucking limits. You don’t care, you can’t find in yourself to care, and your promise was fulfilled. You respect and love Carol, but it doesn't mean that you have to feel the same way about her friends.

“What are you, five?” This is definitely not something they expected of you. Even everything they have heard about you, always patient, collected, good, the view in front of them doesn't fit any of this.

“How dare you deciding about my day, my plans, and using feelings of a little boy to get me to do something, just because your fucking ego is bruised?” Natasha makes a step to your direction, bringing her finger up to defend herself and her wife.

“No! I'm not done!” Taken aback she doesn't interrupt you. As horrible Wanda feels about making you feel this way it's really interesting for her to see someone putting her wife into place.

“For the whole day you are talking so much, about wanting to get to know me, getting close to me, but you did absolutely nothing to make me feel comfortable in your presence. When you gave me the ride, seeing the position i was in, i though, just for a second, this can be good, we can try this out, and then…then you took your fucking place and made me feel like i have no say in my life.”

“You are being so dramatic Yn! We gave you and this boy a great day, you should be grateful!” Natasha had enough.

“I have a test tomorrow, an article to edit, and three essays to write, that should be done by now. And no, I don't have a second deadline, I don't have more time, and I will have to stay up all night, without sleep to get everything done on time. In the morning I have work, then a test at university and then my shift at the bar! You thought I had thirty minutes with you for fun? If that means that im being dramatic then fucking yes, I am dramatic!”

“You are working too much.” Wanda comments with this horribly soft voice of her, condescending reasoning, like it's so simple for her, like she can solve all your issues, if you are just willing to give them all control over your life. You scoff at her like she said something funny. Natasha takes out her wallet, and takes out two thousand in cash, you never saw this amount of money in cash, well maybe once when you were working in black.

“Is this enough to buy your time? Your pride? Is that enough for you to get over yourself and let someone take care of you or at least fucking try?” She steps close to you, so close that you feel warmth coming from her body, creating too much of a contrast with the weather, you feel sick. Wanda grabbed her wife's hand, but it wasn't enough to stop her from speaking a couple words too much. You look at the money in Nat’s hand. Couple of papers that would solve your issues for at least two months, something that means nothing to her, that she has too much of, something that would save you. The control that it has over you is not fair, but life isn’t fair, it never was, it never will be, and you are highly aware of it. You look her in the eyes, and you grab at the last bits of your control, pride you have for yourself, those bits of respect that you are trying to save.

“You ignorant fuck, you really dont get any of this do you? Fuck you Natasha.” You leave them and start your long way home, this was a mistake, and you are glad that it's over, finally you can focus on yourself again. All they did since the day you met them is make your life fall apart with every way imaginable. It's good that it's over Yn, you tell yourself and enter the subway, already starting writing your first essay on your phone, the topic power laughing at you, as the universe decided that you are its best comedy.

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wolfie-bee · 9 months

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Very excited to share my Supercorp Big Bang 2023 fic:

the pieces of me (cling to you)

Em (@shipinsight) was my lovely artist for this collaboration and she made stunning art for my fic here: the pieces of me (cling to you) Art

Please go show her some love, she did such an amazing job 💗💗

moodboard below done by my talented friend (@awaitingrain ) 💗💗

the pieces of me (cling to you)

Summary:

"To know me is to know pain, Supergirl." Lena says simply. "To know me is to know that coincidentally, on the same day you disappeared, my helicopter was blown out of the sky."

Lena's words land their intended blow. Supergirl flinches, guilt etched across her face like Lena had just damned her to Hades. And maybe she did.

"To know me," she continues, stalking forward once more, watching in sardonic glee as the veins in Supergirl's body light up once more."is to understand that I don't care about what if's and altruistic Supers who also want to do no harm." She says, pausing when Supergirl’s prone form is but an inch from her boot.

What if Metallo Lena meets Supergirl and feels a strange connection to her that she couldn't identify the source of? And what if she kept Supergirl around long enough to explain this strangeness to her?

Written for Supercorp Big Bang 2023

And thank you to the awesome mods who organized this event 💗 @supercorpbb

#supercorp #scbb 2023 #supergirl #lena luthor #kara danvers #the pieces of me (cling to you)#metallo lena #5x13 canon divergent #this fic is my baby #my fics #my writing

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neednottoneed · 5 months

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schatten der nacht // shadows of the night

chapter twenty

If I was going to burn for this, then so be it. I would cling to whatever scrap of happiness I could get until it was wrenched away from my grasp.

Until the only thing that remained were the marks from my own bloody hands refusing to let go.

Rebecca || Vampire AU || In-Progress || 56k

#rebecca das musical #lonbecca #danvich #mrs danvers #daphne du maurier #rebecca #my fic #schatten der nacht #WE'RE BACK BABY

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setokaibapetty · 4 months

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5 + 1 Fic Friday Roundup: Is Anyone Going to Adopt that Kid?

Some adoption and/or found family stories.

Judgement and Justice (AO3) - "Hitoshi Shinsou is surrendered to foster care by his single mother at the age of five. At the age of six, he decides to run away with his 'villainous' foster brother. From there, we meet a runaway Todoroki with projection issues to rival a Trans Siberian Orchestra concert, a tired analyst in a questionable government organization trying to figure out just who needs to get fired and where, a panicking Pro Hero trying to locate his son, who wasn't supposed to be in foster care in the first place, and a very, very annoyed underground hero who's going to steal a child from SOME hero, one way or another."

Crash Into Me (AO3) - "Kara is cold and scared and her little baby cousin Kal-el won't stop wiggling, but they have no choice but to keep moving or the DEO, the government entity that captured them shortly after they crashed on this planet, will catch them and punish them for trying to escape. And then Leonard Snart and Mick Rory, driving by, very nearly crash into her life."

The Children of Ullia (AO3) - "In a time where Aloy accepted Ullia's offer to take her as a daughter, Ullia had already taken one child of the East to be her own. A young man she met in Sunstone Rock."

Proud Immortal Parent's Way (AO3) - "A story in which Shang Qinghua gets the chance to raise the protagonist from square one! This causes a lot of things that never made it to the final draft of PIDW! And now there was a bunch of family drama in the Mobei Clan and some drama with Huan Hua that he and Binghe got dropped into, but hey, at least he wasn't going to be a scum villain anymore. And the cute baby is a plus!"

dry as a bone (AO3) - "Din Djarin didn’t set out to build a clan, but the child cooed and whined and telekinetically shoved their way into his heart. A clan of two is more than enough to fill that old bounty hunter’s heart, even if the womp rat doesn’t exactly take up much space. Said womp rat isn’t the only kid with special abilities, though, and every child deserves a chance to grow up safe and loved."

Bonus: Dad Bane AU (AO3) - "When Cad Bane is rescued from an ambush by a small Twi'lek street urchin, he does not foresee how much their meeting will change his life."

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malyce19 · 2 years

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New chapter of killing me to love you is up now.

It’s called wait, they don’t love you like I love you

#supercorp #lena luthor #kara danvers #supergirl #ao3 #katie mcgrath #kara x lena #lena x kara #femslash #kara zor el #lena luthor is baby #supercorp fic #supergirl fic #alex danvers #andrea rojas

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sassmill · 1 year

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GUESS WHAT I FINISHED

#baby’s first DanvIch fic #Rebecca #rebecca das musical #Rebecca (1940)#Rebecca (2020)#mrs danvers x ich #mrs danvers #Danny #rebecca de winter #hades/persephone #hades and persephone

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dcjelliclequeen33 · 7 months

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“L-Lex what are you doing?”

Lena’s green eyes darted nervously around the sterile white concrete room she was in, taking in the bright lights, various medical machines.

“Isn’t it obvious Lena? I’m finally doing something I’ve aimed to accomplish for years but have always fallen just shy of doing, creating a life form that will finally give the Kryptonians a real challenge; and you, my dear little sister, are going to help me achieve that end.”

#supergirl #lena luthor #ao3 #supercorp #lex luthor #half Kryptonian baby #single mom Lena Luthor #kara danvers #samantha arias #read the fic warnings #and notes

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eqt-95 · 2 years

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a crisis of indulgence

also on ao3

Lena Luthor didn’t indulge in much.

Even that was an overstatement.

Lena Luthor didn’t indulge, full stop.

So when two straight years without a holiday, weekend, or full night’s rest passed and the latest L-Corp product successfully launched without an ounce of cynical, passive aggressive doubt about its potential use for world-domination or human-destruction, Lena did something she never did:

She decided to indulge.

If it could even be called that.

It wasn’t a week long stay at some resort deep in the mountains. It wasn’t a European vacation filled with stops at her favorite French cafe and Irish pub. It wasn’t even a weekend off. It was something so trivial and simple that Jess’ stoic demeanor collapsed and sent her jaw tumbling to the floor in obvious disapproval.

“Gelato?” she asked - guffawed. “That’s what you want?”

“There’s a little place off North and 73rd."

“Gelato,” Jess repeated, unable to process anything past that simplest of fact.

Because it truly was preposterously small and hardly counted as a suitable reward for over 7300 cumulative hours worked over the last two years without so much as a thank you from the board, her peers, or the headlines.

"The owner took over for his mother who immigrated from Italy forty years ago," Lena continued explaining past the scowl of disapproval on her assistant's face.

It nearly made Jess double over with disbelief when Lena rejected the idea of having the gelato delivered.

“I’ll go myself.”

“But Ms. Luthor, it’s all the way up town and-”

“Jess, are you really trying to keep me in the office?” Lena asked, peering over her glasses toward her loyal and sharp assistant.

The accusation was enough to send Jess retreating back to her desk and putting a stop to any incoming calls for the rest of the day.

Fifteen minutes later Lena was tapping her way out of the main lobby and into the bright late afternoon sun. She inhaled deeply like a prisoner just released from years of hard time, and it felt fresh. She waved off her driver and cradled the surge of energy that came from a bright spring day in her chest and began trekking north the twenty two city blocks.

It was at the fourteenth block that she felt the first chafe against her heels. She wore three-inch heels everyday to see eye-to-eye with her board, but that hardly meant her feet were used to taking the 8,632 steps required to get her from L-Corp’s front door to a tiny gelato stand.

But she wasn't about to let a little lingering pain ruin her afternoon-turned-evening stroll. No, she was on a mission to partake in a tiny treat she hadn't satiated since she was a young child. It was half the reason she'd sought it out: eating gelato was a memory harbored as one between herself and her birth mother only.

This tiny bubble of sentimentality carried her blindly up to the eighteenth block when she felt the sting of her shoe rubbing her skin raw, and it was at the twentieth block that she realized the sun was now being swallowed by dark, ominous clouds.

Lena tried to remain optimistic. A realist at heart, she still knew how to craft a narrative worthy of keeping spirits high. She wasn’t a CEO of a multi-billion dollar international company for nothing.

She only had two blocks of suffering left. After that even the risk of rain couldn't sour her mood: she’d simply enjoy her gelato inside at some tiny table with a diner-style booth in the peace and quiet of -

Lena stalled to a standstill when the fine establishment she’d read rave reviews about came into view. The articles had described it as a quaint hole in the wall, but Lena had hardly believed it was a literal hole in the wall. A tiny faded sign with hand painted lettering was the only indication she was in the right place.

Instead of a door there was simply a counter and a tiny window. When she approached she was greeted by a warm smile and any nerves were relieved by the welcome and offer of free samples. For a moment she forgot about the looming clouds and the radiating heat and pain settling against the back of her ankles.

She settled on a blend of pistachio and hazelnut - flavors reminiscent of the memory she held so dear. It was when she pulled out her wallet to pay that a tiny sign caught her attention: “Closing Down!!”

“Is business suffering?” Lena asked, swapping plastic for the pint the older gentleman offered.

“No, ma’am,” he chuckled. “Just retirement.”

“Retirement?” Lena parroted, trying to imagine a world where her life didn’t revolve around work. “What will you do?”

“I’m going home,” he smiled warmly. “Florence. It was always my mother’s dream to return.”

Lena felt a pang of disappointment at losing something she’d never experienced before, but nodded and smiled as her card was returned. She turned away, clutching the pint’s cardboard walls, already condensing in the warmth.

She stepped back toward the busier street she’d turned off of three blocks earlier, planning to suffer only a few moments longer before hailing a cab and savoring her tiny treat at home.

But as fate would have it, even this small treat was too earth-shattering of an event to go smoothly. The axis of the earth may very well have tilted out of alignment at the thought of Lena Luthor indulging for even a second in a spoonful of childhood nostalgia.

Because the moment Lena was a block away from the gelato hole, the skies broke open and sent golf ball sized hail falling from the heavens and threatening Lena’s very existence.

Lena didn’t even give herself a moment to sigh at her bad luck, because she heard then saw the chunks of hail sending webs of fractures into car windshields. If that wasn’t motivation enough to book it, she didn’t know what was. Lifting her handbag over her head, she began bolting down the street in shoes that sent her heels screaming with pain.

And of course as luck would have it, she made it all of half a block before a snap sent her off balance and one extra stumble from falling into the road.

She recovered but just barely, and spent half a glance searching for some sort of sanctuary from the plagues being cast down on her. She didn’t bother second-guessing her decision when a dim neon sign caught her eye and a Corona beer sign flickered with age in a dusty, dark window.

Shoving her handbag and gelato in one hand, she used her free one to click the latch and, for lack of a better word, collapse into the dimly lit bar. Lena didn’t take a second look before pushing the door shut, body half supported by the old, decrepit timber.

The sound of muted hail pelting outside confirmed her next choice: there was no way she was about to go back outside. So she inhaled bravely and turned into the bar.

Her first thought was how much more like a pub the entire place felt. She was certain she hadn’t descended any stairs, yet the walls were stone and reminded her of a cellar. Weak fixtures of different styles and design were mounted to the walls, flooding the space in a soft, warm glow. If she hadn’t just been outside, she might have assumed it was well after dark for how intimate and moody the space was.

Her second thought was that she’d just barged into a closed establishment. There wasn’t a single lifeform around, and the complete lack of workers sent her fingers back toward the door handle. She was half a second from resigning herself to hail-filled death when a flash of blonde hair caught her eye. The woman clearly had no idea Lena was there: earbuds in, bar rag drying a glass to the tune of some unheard song.

Lena waved twice before a pair of sea blue eyes shifted from the glass to Lena’s, and a small squeak of surprise sent the glass fumbling, jostling, and, regrettably, shattering onto the floor.

“Hi,” the woman greeted, red-cheeked and overly enthusiastic for having just destroyed a highball. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in.”

“No, I.. I was just uhm… It’s hailing.”

“Again?” the woman asked, hands now equipped with a broom. “Twice in one week,” she whistled.

“Would it be a problem if I just uhm, waited it out?”

“Sure thing. Take a seat,” the woman nodded, gesturing toward one of the barstools. “What’ll you have?”

Guilt for imposing on an establishment sent her mouth asking for a whiskey. The least she could do was order something. The woman nodded - winked - before her hands made quick work behind the bar.

“Ooh, is that from Stella’s?” the woman asked, eyes lighting up in recognition of the pale blue container Lena set down onto the bar. “It’s a real shame he’s closing down, but gosh it’s so great that he gets to go back to Italy. Can you imagine?”

“No,” Lena answered honestly, her tone bordering on curt. The bartender seemed hardly offended as she put an extra splash of whiskey in the lowball.

“Want me to put that in the freezer? Won’t be much good if you let it melt. I mean, unless you like it that way. I definitely don’t, but we all eat gelato different ways and I am completely respectful of any way someone wants to eat their-”

“Actually,” Lena interrupted, realizing the conundrum she’d created for herself. She also feared the bartender may very well have rambled on until the gelato was liquid, and then nothing would have mattered. “Actually, if you wouldn’t mind?”

The bartender smiled and slid the pint across the bar, leaving behind tiny drops of water in its wake.

“Just don’t forget it. There’s a whole lot of people who’d pay good money for that on the gelato black-market after next week,” she winked, before disappearing under the bar. She returned a moment later and slapped a rag onto the polished maple bartop.

Lena nodded, taking a cautious sip of the whiskey and letting it spread over her taste buds. It was hardly any good, but after the abominable last ten minutes of her life, it was practically a twenty year Macallan.

“Weird that it hailed, huh?” Kara asked, and Lena realized it was directed at her because there was absolutely no one else occupying the tiny bar at 4:30pm on a Tuesday. “I didn’t even know it was supposed to rain. Hey, what’s got you out and about anyway? Don’t take any offense, but you look a little too well-dressed for this side of town.”

“I… well actually, I-” but whatever Lena had planned to say next was drowned out by the familiar buzzing coming from her handbag. “Sorry, just, uh…” she said, fingers sliding off the lowball and diving into her bag. She retrieved it easily and barely acknowledged Jess’ name appearing before her thumb hit ‘answer’.

“Hello?” Lena asked, staring glumly into the caramel liquid.

“Ms. Luthor? I’m sorry to bother you on your night off-”

“What is it Jess?” she asked, recognizing the strain in her assistant’s voice for what it was: there was an emergency.

“There’s been a break-in and-”

“Where? Which facility?” Lena asked, already standing to leave. Her free hand reached into her bag and slapped a fifty onto the counter before curling around the leather handles.

Maybe if she hadn’t been so conditioned to come calling whenever a fire broke out at L-Corp, Lena might have heard the bartender calling out to her as she hobbled to the door. Perhaps if she didn’t have blinders on when it came to any risk that threatened the precariously good will the rest of the world had finally offered Lena, she might have remembered the whole reason she was in this mess.

Be that as it was, she was and she did, so it was another three hours after she’d dealt with the police, the press, and her board that she finally returned home, broken heels clutched in one hand, that she remembered what she’d forgotten.

She gave herself a full minute to dwell in disappointment. It involved collapsing onto her overpriced, underused couch, abandoning her ruined shoes onto the ground next to her, and dropping her head on the armrest.

This was why she didn’t indulge, she thought glibly. Indulging always led to bad things happening. Why she thought one afternoon off wouldn’t become a series of unfortunate events was something she’d chastise herself for over the next three days.

Until two Fridays later when Lena found herself uptown for a meeting with a start-up she was looking to fund. She nearly forgotten all about the hail-induced crisis of indulgence from ten days earlier - an assassination attempt thrown into the mix usually minimized the tinier hiccups in Lena’s life.

She was leaving an incredibly productive, highly promising meeting with a trio of eager, idealistic recent grads who made her think that the world wasn’t destined to be run by old curmudgeons nickel and diming their way into billions of dollars built on the backs of the middle class. It was refreshing and enlightening, and with that injection of energy, she looked up at the street signs and realized she was one block away from the gelato stand.

Having chosen far more sensible shoes and drunk on the possibility of a greater good, she texted Jess to cancel the rest of her meetings and found herself walking toward the hole in a wall joint.

Reality crashed down mere seconds later with the most disappointing realization: it was closed. It was closed for good. Lena had missed her chance. It was so disheartening that she let out an audible sigh of resignation.

Even her spontaneous urges to indulge weren’t meant to be.

Shoulders soft with defeat she turned back, trudging in the most un-Luthor-like way back toward the main street. If she called Jess, she might still be able to keep her scheduled calls and meetings and-

“Hey,” came a voice from the alley.

Lena wasn’t spooked by the sound, but she sure as hell wasn’t about to acknowledge it. Hardly interested in another assassination attempt, she kept her head down, even as the voice called after her again. Footsteps followed, and Lena felt her fingers fumbling desperately inside her handbag for the tiny pepper spray she kept for just these occasions.

She hardly gave a second thought about whether there was even any left after last week's attack when a hand caught Lena’s upper arm and she swung around wildly, wielding her weapon of choice into the face two feet away from her.

“Oh, woa,” the blonde-haired, blue-eyed, strangely familiar face said, lifting her hands in surrender.

Lena’s forefinger pressed firmly to the top of the canister and for a moment was struck with surprise then fear then confusion that - even though this stranger seemed fleetingly recognizable - she wasn’t doubled over in pain from a toxic liquid being sprayed directly into her glasses-covered eyes.

“I… I don’t really think that’s my shade. But gosh it looks great on you.”

“What?”

“Your lipstick. At least, I assume it’s yours. It was in your handbag and now it’s in your hand, and, well if I’m not mistaken it’s also on your lips. Unless that isn’t your handbag and actually maybe you stole it. But it goes so well with your jacket that it seems impractical you’d steal something that matched so well with your jacket. Unless that’s how you get away with it, but you don’t really seem like a thief, and I usually have a pretty good intuition for that kind of thing.”

Lena blinked, her focus shifting from the woman’s rambling to the glossy black cylinder clenched between her white knuckles. The band of familiar rouge explained it all.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” Lena asked, and as she said it she felt the pull of familiarity in the warm smile that blossomed over the woman’s face.

“You’re the ice cream lady, right?”

“The ice cream…” Lena parroted slowly, brow tucked in confusion before - “you’re the bartender.”

“Kara,” she said.

“I gave you my gelato.”

“You did,” Kara said. “But then you left it, and you didn’t come back.”

There was something curious about Kara’s inflection. It wasn’t accusatory or said in jest. If Lena hadn’t known any better, she might have thought it sounded disappointed.

“Yes, well, something came up. At least someone was able to enjoy it,” Lena sulked in a very unbecoming way. She smacked her lips at the thought of her missed indulgence, glancing regretfully toward the closed window half a block beyond.

“Who?” Kara asked.

“Pardon?”

“You said someone enjoyed it, but I know for a fact that’s not true because it is definitely taking up an ‘unreasonable amount of space, Ms. Danvers’,” the woman said, her tone dropping to imitate someone Lena didn’t know and lifting her fingers to also air quote this stranger.

“Wait, you… you didn’t eat it?”

“Eat it? Me? Are you kidding? What kind of bartender would I be if I let a customer in distress down? It is the bartender’s sworn duty to protect the forgotten and abandoned until it may be rightfully returned.”

“That is the strangest code I have ever heard,” Lena said, her arched brow revealing the incredulity her voice had been trained to hide.

“Well, it’s the code. So if you still want it…” the woman said with an infectious smile that rendered Lena useless.

And just like that Lena found herself back in the dumpy bar, the familiar pale blue pint appearing from under the bar.

“See? Told you,” Kara said proudly, setting it on the bar with such forceful declaration that the tiny crystals of ice that clung to it scattered onto the surface. “Bartender’s code.”

“I see,” Lena nodded, feeling strangely conflicted: she had what she wanted, so of course she should go. But again, for whatever absurd reason, the bar was completely empty, and Lena felt like running off was the worst way to show thanks. “But maybe I could get a drink first? Any chance you held onto the one I didn’t finish? You know, bartender’s code and all,” she quipped.

“Alcohol doesn’t count,” Kara clarified. “Can you imagine though? If I kept every unfinished drink… oh boy, J’onn would be furious. Well, first we’d be out of glassware, and then what? Would we build shelves? Or rent out a storage facility? How would I even begin tracking each glass? I guess there could be a database of-”

“A fresh whiskey is also fine,” Lena interrupted to the relief of both parties.

“So, you never answered my question,” Kara said, pulling out a fresh glass and giving it a generous pour of the same shitty whiskey. “What got a fancy business-looking woman like you this far north?”

“Lena, please. And business, actually,” Lena answered honestly before taking a sip of the familiar drink. “There’s a start-up I’m looking to invest in.”

“You? Investing? But you… well you look younger than me. Are you a genius superstar?”

"Do you have any spoons in this joint?" Lena asked in lieu of answering. "Because I'd rather not leave this go uneaten a moment longer. Who knows what catastrophe is going to send me fleeing any second."

"Oh! Definitely," Kara replied, the sound of metal clinking around behind the bar. She placed a single silver spoon next to the pint, and Lena eyed it thoughtfully.

"You're not having any?"

"Oh," Kara replied, cheeks flushing. "Can I? Could… could I?"

Lena nodded, a small smile suppressed by her controlled expression.

“So, you said you keep things you find safe,” Lena said by way of a tangent, and was thankful when Kara seemed to understand their previous topic had ended.

“Yep,” Kara replied, pulling the pint lid off and sucking errant gelato from her thumb.

"Like what?" Lena asked, accepting the open pint and digging into the frozen treat.

This simple question became an hour-long regaling of impossibly ridiculous stories about forgotten items. They ranged from simple personal items like umbrellas and chargers to briefcases.

"Two thousand dollars?" Lena gawked at one point.

"Well, technically it was one thousand nine hundred eighty four dollars."

"Did she come back?"

"Oh, yea. Apparently she'd just moved to the city, and it was her security deposit and first month's rent in cash. Babysitting money if you'll believe it. She didn't have a bank account or anything when I told her off for walking around with a wad of cash."

"You're her hero," Lena remarked, scraping the bottom of the pint for the final drips of gelato.

Somewhere in the mix Lena had watched Kara grow from hesitant to blatantly indulgent in her participation in the gelato. Between stories Lena watched as she impressively worked a mountain of a bite around her mouth without so much as hinting as brain freeze.

“So what’s the strangest thing you’ve found?”

“Oh, that’s easy: an engagement ring.”

“A what?” Lena asked past the spoon and final mouthful of gelato, unable to contain the bulge or her eyes. “You found an engagement ring?”

“Well, it wasn’t so much that I found it as it was left behind," Kara answered.

“Wait, what do you mean it was left behind?”

“There was this cute couple who came in, right? I’d never seen them before, but they sat together at that corner table for about two hours,” Kara said, pointing to the most intimate location in the cozy space as she circled around the bar to join Lena. “And for two hours I watched their faces go from upset to resigned to teary to angry to sad. By the end, the girlfriend had pulled the ring off and handed it back to the boyfriend. He wouldn’t take it, and the girl was so distraught that she just left. The boyfriend stayed for another round. I think he was hoping she might come back, but she never did, and when he got up to go, he placed the ring right in the middle of the table and left.”

“He left the ring?” Lena asked, completely engrossed and far too invested in this story.

“He left the ring,” Kara said.

“So then what? When did he come back?”

“He didn’t.”

“What?”

“Yea. Wanna see it?”

Lena nodded, feeling a whole new rollercoaster of emotions at the revelation. When Kara reached into her pocket, Lena gaped. “You just walk around with it?”

“Well yea. What if I run into him one day? I wouldn’t want to make him trek all the way back here when I could just give it to him. If ice cream didn’t melt so fast, I’d have tossed that in my backpack.”

“Gelato,” Lena corrected again, squinting at the ring clutched between Kara’s thumb and forefinger. “So what happens if you never see him again?”

“Not sure,” Kara shrugged, dropping the ring into Lena’s outstretched palm. “I’d never really thought about it.”

“You walk around with a vintage wedding ring everyday and never think about the fact you may never find this guy?” Lena asked, absorbing the intricate detail of the square cut surrounded by tiny silver filigree and smaller diamonds. It was not a trivial thing to just keep in one’s pocket.

“Well what good is that? If I thought that way I might as well just toss it into the ocean.”

“You could pawn it,” Lena suggested, setting the ring down between them. It was hardly a creative idea, but she was still so gobsmacked that someone who lived off minimum wage and tips would just leave a tiny fortune stagnant in her jeans every day.

“But then it would lose its story.”

And the look of disappointment that rippled over Kara’s face was enough to make Lena wish she’d never suggested such an outrageous thing.

So of course there was only one solution: “So what did he look like?”

“Oh, well… brown hair, blue eyes. His hair wasn’t shaggy but it also wasn’t super short or anything.”

“Kara,” Lena began, letting the sound of her name roll off her lips for the first time. It felt nice. “This is a city of six million people. Brown hair and blue eyes is hardly enough detail to go off. What about distinct features? Did he have facial hair? A limp? A fake eye?”

“No, nothing. He was actually extraordinarily generic. But I’d know him if I saw him,” Kara said defensively.

“Did you catch his name? How tall was he?” Lena asked, her analytical brain firing on all cylinders. Why this captured her interest she didn’t quite know. Maybe it was because she’d spent so long alone that this strangers company was tapping into some carnal need to solve a strange ‘Where’s Waldo’ problem of someone else’s own making.

“Well he was sitting for most of it, but when he stood up to leave his head lined up with that sconce,” Kara said, pointing to the wired candelabra precariously tacked to the wall.

“That’s not a sconce,” Lena corrected before rising to walk up to it. She stood at least five inches below it which meant he was roughly six foot. Another hardly unique detail. “What else?” she asked, turning back toward Kara and her puckered expression of concentration.

“Maybe a name?”

“Mike!” Kara practically shouted. “His name was Mike.”

“You could have led with that-”

“But I only just remembered,” Kara exclaimed, victory written all over her face. “Lena, we’re such a good team. If we keep at it like this, we’ll find him in no time.”

That was certainly hyperbole if ever Lena had ever heard it, but as she took in the scene: an empty bar, an empty pint of gelato with two spoons resting on the bar, and a contagious smile coming from this random bartender she’d just spent the last two hours with, Lena couldn’t help but offer her own smile in return.

Maybe this was preposterous. Maybe this would never work. Maybe Lena would wake up tomorrow and dismiss this whole thing as an absurd waste of time - an indulgence. And maybe it was. Maybe, just maybe, this silly little ring and this random guy named Mike would never be reunited. And yet Lena couldn’t imagine telling Kara the odds were completely against her.

“So,” Lena said finally, settling back into the stool next to her. “What do you remember about the girlfriend?”

#what is a one shot #this was supposed to be about gelato #but now you get the first ch for a multichapter fic that may never exist beyond this setup #because we all know who mike is #and we all know the triangle this becomes #and that is how you make an angst baby #supercorp fic #supercorp #supergirl #lena luthor #kara danvers

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sometimes-iwritestuff · 1 year

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It’s finally finished!

#supercorp #supercorp fic #kara danvers #lena luthor #fluff #my babies #they finally got married #i wrote this

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oneshotnewbie · 20 days

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B!D's stomach pain comes back?, but this time it ends up being an ulcer. Kara comes back from patrol to hear her crying in pain in her room, and goes to comfort/hold her while she's in pain until that morning when they go to the ER?

Authors note: This request is so old and probably came in when I published the "Stomach Inflammation" series. I'm so sorry it's only coming now. I totally missed it!

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Night fell over National City as Supergirl returned from her patrol. The wind carried the scent of smoke and despair as she flew over the rooftops of the city. Her red cape fluttered in the wind as she listened to the sounds of National City with her ears pricked.

But in the midst of this nightly chaos that plagued the National City, she heard a sound that immediately stopped her in her tracks. A quiet sob, muffled and desperate, came from one of the windows below her. Supergirl hovered indecisively for a moment before deciding to investigate the source of that sound of distress.

With a quick push of her powerful legs, she landed on the roof of a building that included your apartment. Her super ears could now clearly hear the faint cries of pain, and her heart clenched at the sound. You needed her help.

Without hesitation, she floated down to the front door and walked silently up to your apartment. It was dimly lit by the moonlight, and she could hear the soft whimpers coming from your bedroom before she silently walked into your bedroom and spotted your figure on the bed, seemingly in pain.

“Y/n?” Kara whispered softly as she slowly approached. Her super eyes immediately took in the scene: you were curled up on the bed, hands clutched tightly around your stomach, tears streaming down your face. You raised your head and looked at your sister with tear-filled eyes. "Kara," you sob. "It hurts so much. I don't know what's wrong."

Her heart ached at the sight of you in such agony. She had seen you struggle with stomach problems often enough, but she had never seen you so desperate. “Oh, my sweet girl,” Kara murmured, sinking onto the bed next to you. She gently placed a hand on your shoulder and felt your body tremble under her touch. "It'll be okay, I promise you."

But deep down the blonde knew that she couldn't keep that promise. Because she knew that your stomach pain wasn't a simple case of stomach problems. They were a symptom of something much more serious.

Kara hugged you tightly as you clung to her as if you were holding on to the last shred of hope. But in that moment, Supergirl knew she was facing a new challenge. A challenge stronger than anything they had ever experienced before.

The night had long since reached its climax when you and Kara were still sitting in your room. The silence was only broken by the muffled cries of pain from you as you writhed on the bed, trying to endure the excruciating pain. Kara sat next to you, one hand gently on your back as she tried to provide comfort as best she could.

“It will pass soon, y/n.” She whispered reassuringly, even though she knew her words could provide little relief. "I'm here with you. You're not alone."

You squeezed your eyes shut and clenched your fists in pain. Every breath was a challenge, and you desperately fought the tears that stung your eyes. "Why is this happening to me?" you whimpered quietly, your voice barely more than a breath.

Kara swallowed hard as she pulled you closer and hugged you tightly. “Sometimes things happen that we can’t control,” she replied quietly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. "But you're strong. You've gotten through this before, and you'll get through this time too."

You leaned heavily against your sister, your cheeks wet with tears. The pain continued to pulse through your body, but in that moment you felt a little less alone. Kara was with you and that gave you strength to keep fighting.

The minutes passed slowly, each second filled with the agony of you and the silent support of Kara. The first gentle rays of the sun broke through the curtains and bathed the bedroom in a soft and calming light. You were still lying on the bed, your eyelids fluttering as you slowly woke up. A dull ache still pulsed in your stomach, and you sighed softly.

Kara was still sitting on your bed, her back leaning against the headboard, her gaze resting lovingly on you. The tension of the past few hours still weighed heavily on her shoulders, but in that moment she also felt a deep gratitude that she was able to stand by you when you needed her most.

But before you even got to sit up, you felt a firm grip on your shoulder, gently pushing you back onto the bed. Kara was next to you, a worried look on her face. "Slowly, y/n," Kara spoke softly, stroking your forehead. "You do not have to hurry."

You nodded weakly and fell back into the pillow. "How do you feel?" she asked, her voice gentle like a hug. You sighed and tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through your stomach, forcing you back into bed. “Not too good at the moment,” you mumbled, forcing a weak smile. "But thanks for being with me, Kar. You really helped me.“

She stood up and adjusted herself correctly so her head was close to yours before wrapping an arm around you. "That's what sisters do, y/n. We stand up for each other no matter what."

You smiled tiredly and nodded, grateful for the unwavering support from her. But despite the apparent calm, you both knew that you couldn't just carry on as before. You needed medical attention, and quickly.

Determined, Kara stood up and reached for her phone, her expression serious as she looked at you. "I'll call Lena and hope she'll help me make an appointment for you at the hospital. It's important that you get checked out."

You nodded in agreement while your sister arranged the phone call. The idea of going back to the hospital scared you, but you also knew it was the right step to figure out what was wrong with your body this time.

When you finally entered the hospital, you felt uncertain and afraid. However, Kara stood firmly at your side, her hand firmly in yours, giving you the strength you needed to take the next step. The doctors welcomed you together with nurses who immediately began to examine you. Hours passed, filled with lengthy tests and exams as you patiently persevered, strengthened by the knowledge that your sister was by your side.

And when finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the doctors came into the room with serious faces, your heart began to beat faster than you were hoping for your diagnosis. "Mrs. Danvers," the senior doctor began to speak. "After our examinations, we found that you are suffering from a stomach ulcer."

Your heart sank at those words and a wave of fear washed over you. A stomach ulcer - that meant more treatments, more pain and an uncertain future. But before fear could overwhelm you, you felt a firm grip on your hand, gently bringing you back to reality. "We'll get through this together, sweetie," your sister spoke softly, her eyes full of compassion and love. "You are not alone. I am here with you."

You smiled weakly, your eyes filling with tears of gratitude. In that moment, you knew that as long as you stuck together, you could do this. Together you left the hospital and plunged into a new phase of your life, ready to face whatever challenges came your way.

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For you, inah (15)

I wanted to apologize for how long it took me to upload it, the false hope and all that, my life has been...messy, hectic would be an understatement, with the pressure to present results from my research, meeting with my comitee (I was chewed alive thank you very much), and all the paperwork, I've been drowning in things to do. But hey, here we finally are, you can read the chapter whole in AO3.

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He rocks on his heels, hopeful, as if waiting for a sudden miracle to change her mind and decide that letting him meet Lori is a good idea. Hell no. The younger woman can see J’onn stiffening behind her, probably from her own tumultuous thoughts, but she sends him a small smile in reassurance, she can handle this.

“I don’t want you to meet her”, her voice is steady and cold, it doesn’t waver with the trembles that are wrecking her body, and there isn’t really much more for her to say. She barely waits for him to give a meek nod before turning away, turning her back on that chapter of her life, finally closing that lid of pain, her mind single-focused on the babbling toddler on Kelly’s arms, waiting for her as she’s escorted by J’onn to one of the DEO’s vans.

Maybe one day her heart won’t break or shudder when her mind thinks of Mon-El – despite it being a less and less common occurrence – maybe one day she might be able to stop feeling so much anger and shame, dulling the pain, maybe she could even forgive him, as unthinkable as it is now. One day, maybe. But that day isn’t today.

It's a bittersweet taste, knowing that the girl she loves the most, cradled in her arms while sucking on her thumb, came from a situation of so much pain. A part of her story tainted with blood and splattered in tears, towering insecurities and pain. There had been so much pain she still womders more often than not how she managed to survive, to come to the other side and live to tell it, even is she had adamantly refused to do so. Not until that moment in that creepy glass cell when the words simply became too heavy to keep inside her, too tarnished and real to pretend they weren’t there.

A violent shudder pull her out from her spiraling thoughts. With a sigh, trembling and hollow, she remembers that it isn’t that tragic. Not even being on the other side of the room from the woman she loves. There really isn’t much to complain about, she knows is for her own wellbeing and because it allows her to be close to the love of her life, in spite of it all, it is still a bothersome that she has to be feed vitamins and supplements through a tube half of the time – her body refusing solid food after such long period of time basically starving herself – and that, albeit they’re in the same room, they’re not allowed to be together, when all she wants is to caress the Kryptonian’s blonde tresses and kiss her lips, even if she’ll never say that out loud. However, said alien is extremely injured and needs the sunlamps, that are absolutely harmful for her very human skin, and it isn’t like she can stan upright much, her own muscles being weak and slightly atrophied.

Being apart after such trauma isn’t easy, particularly after they managed to survive precisely because they were together.

The nightmares hunt them, more often than not being real enough to make them wary of the world and people surrounding them. They don’t talk about it.

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The Kryptonian pads into her kitchen with her fluffy rainbows socks, still limping slightly, creaking like an old house with every step, her joints are still tender and ache sometimes, but she’s almost entirely recovered from that endeavor, hopefully she can go back to work soon. Though washing the dishes has never been her favorite chore, it is soothing in its way, allowing her mind to drift the way she knew it would, while she meticulously scrubs the dishes clean, hands soapy and the front of her sweater slightly damp. A slender hand on her shoulder pulls her from her musings, tenderly pulling at her wrist until she has dried her hands and starts following the raven-haired woman.

Lena navigates them – the blonde’s hand securely held in one of hers – with familiarity through the apartment, turning lights off as they go, before passing through the partition that leads to Kara’s bedroom, pulling the blonde along, who follows sheepishly with slightly furrowed brows. Nevertheless, as soon as the alien registers where she is being taken to, she stops lightly eyes widening, staring questioningly into green eyes that always seem to hold all the answers. The fact is that she truly wants Lena to mean what she’s implying, but she also knows the woman might just be offering to sleep there alone, in a show of care for her wellbeing.

As predicted, the younger woman reads right through her-

“I won’t let you sleep on the couch”, Lena is clearly not asking permission. However, she can read Lena just as much as she can read her, with narrowed eyes, eyebrows scrunched, she pulls up some of her Supergirl persona, even if her back has a hard time handling such pull. Not even giving the other woman the time to say anything, because she’s pretty sure this is one of those selfless acts she frequently pulls off – and that are something she loves about the raven-haired woman, but right now she just wants them to share – and that has no place right now, not when she has to look after her, human fragility and all that aside, she made a silent vow to always care for the younger woman, months ago, and she will spend her life fulfilling it if she’s allowed.

“I won’t let you sleep on the couch”

“Thank you”, despite the effort behind the word, it comes out raspy and fragile. Brittle like porcelain but equally gorgeous, clearing her throat, the thought, half-formed, that had been bouncing in her brain finally comes out, “I know you’ll be an amazing mother”, a lone, pearly tear slides from a blue eye as her lips form a surprised ‘o’, once the words register. The next moment, warm, plushy pink lips are pressed to her own, Kara pressing into her and trying to commit her feelings into the kiss.

And Lena gets it, she does, pushing back just as strongly and tangling a hand in golden hair. They kiss like the other is water in a dessert, their kisses moisturized with spit and tears. When they part, foreheads touching and breathing ragged, Lena can clearly see her future painted beside this woman.

Pressing a tender peck to Lena’s lips, “You are an amazing mother already”, Kara murmurs against her lips, breathing ghosting her face. Lena simply clings to her and let’s those (definitely) happy tears, roll down her face freely.

They fall asleep tangled into each other, limbs tightly wrapped around them and faint smiles on their faces, finally taking a step forward with their own hapiness.

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It isn’t easy being in a relationship again.

That’s a thought that she had been terrified to allow into her mind, worrying that it might mean she’s not sure about Kara, about them. But now, striding confidently across the polished floors to her new office, she realizes that it’s nothing but reasonable, to feel out of her depth being in a relationship, sharing with another person her life and the intricacies of her mind. It doesn’t mean that she isn’t happy, she is, but after the trauma she went through, part of her is just waiting for the other shoe to drop.

She had been naïve enough to believe that being with Kara sunshine Danvers would be more than enough to soothe all her insecurities that – despite therapy and all – still pop up whenever she feels too vulnerable with someone else. The crippling fear that she’s being manipulated, pushed around and controlled, decisions taken out from her hands, beliefs and ideals dismissed. Lena thought that with Kara those things wouldn’t happen – couldn’t happen, considering Kara would never treat her that way – even though she had avoided relationships like the plague since Mon-El. After all, it felt very logic to believe so, she already knew Kara, before her heart had been shattered and her self-confidence thrown out the window, because the blonde alien is her person, will always be, and she knows her heart, hence, she always wanted to believe that those fears wouldn’t have a place in their relationship.

How wrong was she.

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To say that Kara is feeling jittery would be the ultimate understatement, she’s buzzing with excitenment to the point where Lena had to pass Lori into her arms in an attempt to keep her from drilling the entire building down, her entire being vibrating with excitement. She can’t be blamed for it though, today is the day when Lori will officially become her daughter.

She and Lena have already signed the papers and had Lena’s very fancy lawyers look at them, but finally turning them over, finally taking the final step into becoming a legally-bound family, has her filled to the brim with love for the girl in her arms, babbling happily at her mothers’ attention. This part of the procedure could’ve been done through their lawyers as well, only handling over the signed papers from both parents (Rao does she love how that sounds) in order to them to proceed before the law, but she insisted they do it personally, insisting that it was the whole experience.

Doing this as humanly possible, having a family under circumstances she never imagined, and loving them in a way that she never though her wounded heart would be able to – after Krypton dying, the pain that it caused her, she feared that there was no longer space in her heart for love, filled with the never-ending fear of being left alone again, surviving. But that is certainly not the case.

Lena has changed her and her life.

When she looks to her right, where the aforementioned is going through several blueprints that she can barely get the gist of – emerald eyes scanning in a breath the entirety of it, before proceeding to make annotations – she is dressed in her full attire business after months of staying on the sidelines – with her maternity leave and all that happened afterwards – and Kara can’t help but fall a little bit more in love with her. With the way she slowly chews her lip while concentrated making calculations, or how her neat, intricate, bun gets messier the longer she struggles with fixing an issue, poking at it with her pencil and hands, heels abandoned on the floor haphazardly.

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