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There is a searing pain coursing through her entire body. Kara wants to scream, but there is hot, viscous blood coming up her throat. 

She falls to the ground, choking and gasping for air. 

The pain doesn’t subside, but eventually, Kara begins to feel a coldness spread through her. She knows what this is. She closes her eyes. 

***

Kara wakes up in her childhood bedroom. She is fourteen years old.

Again.

***

Alex was just as she remembered. Kara fell into her arms, letting out a breath. She shuddered, almost crying.

“Kara… my dear, sweet Kara,” Alex whispered, kissing the top of her head, “I’m so sorry.”

Kara finally pulled back. Eliza was standing behind Alex, a look of worry on her face. Kara bowed to her. Everyone around stared in shock. Kara was a princess, no, she was the Princess of Krypton. And yet, here she bowed to a Count. 

“Countess Danvers… If you would accept, I would like to become a ward of your estate.”

"I gave up my right to the throne to Kal-El. Until he is of age, my aunt Astra shall be the regent. My only wish is to remain with the Danvers.”

Kara stepped towards Eliza. “My mother always brought me here for a reason. She never told me explicitly, but I’m sure you’ve realized, she trusted you and Alex with my life implicitly. She knew you were good people. I would like to spend the rest of my days with you. If you’ll have me.”

Eliza stepped forward, wrapping Kara in a hug. “Of course we will, dear. Of course we will.”

***

At night, Kara dreamt of green eyes and a cruel grin.

She woke up in a fearful sweat, her heart aching.

I won’t fall for your tricks again, Kara.

You lied to me. Over and over!

I can’t believe I ever loved you. 

Kara clutched her chest, wishing she could stop these memories. But the harder she tried to suppress them, the more they seemed to come back.

She saw her smile, I love you. 

She saw her scream, I will never trust you again. 

Kara cried. She allowed herself this small mercy, to cry her heart out in the darkness of this night. When it was just her, where no one else could see her. She sobbed for hours over her heartbreak that no one could understand. By dawn, Kara had no strength left. She opened the curtain to let in the sun. 

Kara steeled herself with the breeze coming in through the window. No more tears. 

Kara began re-writing her life in her head. She would not cry over the things of the past. She would not be used as a pawn in this life. She would not be so easily manipulated. Never again. She would live her life the way she wanted to, spending her days with Alex and Eliza by her side, away from all matters of the court. 

I will not keep a hold on things of the past. I will not allow it to dictate my actions in this new life. 

Kara told herself this over and over again, every day and every night. To let the past go, to forget it as if it was a bad nightmare. 

But she knew that those green eyes would haunt her forever.

***

Kara hadn’t seen Kal-El in this lifetime since he was a baby. 

He looked the same as he did when he was a prince, although, he didn’t have that same air of arrogance about him. Kara had made the right decision, not ceding her throne to his father. It seemed that without the pressure of Jor-El, Kal-El had grown into his own man.

“Princess.” Kal-El stood tall, but there was a worry in his eyes. “We’ve lost the war against the Luthorians.”

Kara pretended to be shocked. She knew how tenacious and ruthless Lena could be, it truly was no surprise to her that she’d won. Kara was curious as to why Lena had decided to wage a war in this life, when she’d never been tempted to before. Lena had no interest in what Krypton had to offer, aside from their science - which Krypton was happy to share with the Queen who had married their Princess.

Sometimes Kara wondered if that was the only reason Lena had stuck with her for so long.

“That is… unfortunate,” Kara replied to Kal, “But, Your Majesty, did you come all this way simply to inform me about the war?”

“Princess,” Kal grimaced, sighing. “As I’m sure you know, the winning side has a right to demand spoils of war.”

“Of course. What has Queen Luthor demanded?”

“...Kara, before I tell you, I need you to know. There was no other way. I am grateful for everything you did for me. I know I would not have this position if it hadn’t been for your grace. And I tried to protect you as much as I could, but neither I nor the court can see a way around this-"

“Kal-El,” Kara said with authority, disregarding titles for the moment. “What did you give them?”

Kal-El looked at her with remorse.

“You, Kara.”

***

Kara had to take deep breaths as she entered the tent. 

Green eyes. 

Kara knew she was staring, but seeing her again, it seemed to knock the wind out of her. 

“Your Majesty,” Kara finally said, bowing. “It’s an honour to meet you.”

“You say that as if we have never met before,” Lena said, crossing her legs and smirking at Kara. “Don’t you remember our times spent together as children?”

“That was then, Your Majesty, and this is now. We are no longer children. A certain decorum should be expected.”

Lena hummed, leaning back in her chair. “I take it you’re here to accept my proposal, then?”

“Yes. Although… I do have my conditions.”

“Conditions? Princess Kara, I don’t believe you understand the situation we are in.”

“I know that it seems the alternative to me rejecting your proposal is our kingdom having to kneel to you. But I have a proposition. I will marry you, but I want a divorce.”

If that caught Lena off guard, she didn’t let it show. Her jaw clicked as she repeated, “A divorce?”

“Yes. Marry me, and divorce me a year later. In return, I will give you my lands.”

“What use do I have for your lands?”

“Though I renounced my throne, I still retained the lands my mother’s family kept. We have mines rich with gold and libraries full of knowledge no other family in Krypton has access to. I will give it all to you, on the condition that we divorce a year later.”

“Why?” Lena asked. Kara picked at her fingers behind her back. 

“I do not wish to be held as a hostage.”

“Hostage? I have no intention to keep you as a prisoner.”

That confused Kara. “If you are not taking me as collateral to ensure no retaliation from Krypton, then why send a proposal at all?”

Finally, Lena seemed to flinch. She turned her face away from Kara, sighing. Lena didn’t answer her question, instead she called for someone to bring her a pen and paper. 

“I’ll accept your conditions, Princess Kara.”

#is this anything #i've written 30000 words of this #supercorp #gay tape #btw u can fully imagine lena as s2 morgana

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If It's Not a Death Bed

Fandom: Remarried Empress (Webtoon) Summary: Navier gets sick. Warnings: illness, mentions of cheating/concubines, and general bad behavior Chapters: 3 Ship(s): Canon Relationships

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A/N: So I modeled the chapter names after the vibes of Tarot cards, even though I didn't pick an actual major Arcana for each. I liked the sound of it and I felt like it described it well. I also wanted to break apart the chapters instead of just having this be a huge oneshot like my last Remarried Empress fic. I hope you all enjoy! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3

The sun shone through the windows down onto the intricately woven carpet underneath their feet. A gentle breeze flowed through the windows and caused the beautiful curtains to billow out towards them. The wind carried the smell of honeysuckle and peaches, as the trees in the palace orchard had just finished blooming. The room had a light and airy feel to it, the only sounds being carried on the reverse of the breeze and out to the people below were murmurs of conversation and the tinkling of china. 

Navier felt as though the air coming through the window was stifling. Her cheeks were flushed red to imagined heat, as the other attendants in the room didn’t seem to be having any issues at all. It wasn’t as if there was a lot that they would have been able to do even if they had all been suffering from it anyway. “I think that we should be able to do that,” she nodded. She set the cup of tea that she had been sipping back down on the table, clearing her throat. She blinked a few times.

“Your Majesty? Are you alright?” the other noble occupant, Grand Duke Kaufman, asked as he saw her strange actions. 

“My apologies,” she said. “I’m fine, I assure you.”

The longer that Navier tried to continue on with the meeting, however, the worse she was beginning to feel. Every so often her vision would fade in and out of focus and she began to notice strange static and black spots creeping up on the edge of her vision. Her hands felt clammy and her stomach had begun to roil with displeasure at the sight of the tea and snacks that had delighted her at the beginning of their meeting. 

Eventually, she conceded that she was not fit to be talking about such heavy matters. “I apologize, Grand Duke Kaufman, but I believe that I need to cut our meeting short today,” she placed her hand out and one of her ladies-in-waiting, who had been patiently waiting to attend her a ways away in the room, rushed over to help her stand. Navier took their hand and stood up, though she swayed as soon as she did.

“Your Majesty!” Laura cried out nervously as she put her arm out to catch the Empress before she had a chance to completely collapse.

“I’m alright, I’m alright,” she whispered as she placed a hand to her forehead.

“I hope that you do not take offense to this, Your Majesty, but you are most certainly not alright,” Kaufman shook his head. “I apologize for not seeing this sooner and ending our meeting.”

“It’s just the heat of this room. I’m sure that I’ll be fine. I’m sorry for not being able to get more done today,” she said politely as she stood again. It was clear that everyone in the room was clearly worried for her, which only made her guilt about not being able to fulfill her duties even worse. 

Laura stayed by her side as she carefully, elegantly, walked around the chairs in the sitting area of the room and out the door. Kaufman did not say anything to her, just gave her a polite bow as she left. When they got back to her rooms, Navier nearly collapsed down into her chair in front of her desk. 

“Should I call for the royal doctor?” Countess Eliza asked politely as she walked over to her Empress.

“No, I do not believe that is necessary. I should be able to get some work done here as long as it does not involve food,” she shook her head. She pressed two fingers to her temple as the shooting pain increased there.

“Your Majesty,” Laura whispered. “I think it would be better if you at least let him come and check on you.”

“Alright, if it will stop you two from worrying then you may ask the doctor to come and examine me,” she smiled softly at them both. Laura gave her a quick, worried smile before darting out of the door to go and collect the aforementioned medic. 

Navier turned back to the papers on her desk. She still had several petitions for child and marriage blessings, nothing that would be too difficult. A few of them required her to be able to come in person, so she got working on those first. She laid out the marriages in one pile and the pregnancies in another. She took down her calendar from where it had been hanging on the wall above her desk so that she would be able to make sure that she had traveling dates. If she didn’t, the people who were requesting the blessings would have to come to her if they wanted them. She clicked her tongue as she made a note to herself that she needed to schedule a court date where she could give blessings to the common people. 

As she picked up the pen to be able to write it down in her calendar, the item wobbled in her fingers. A swelling nausea built inside of her as she tried to focus on creating her normal elegant scroll over the paper. She placed it down next to the calendar just as Laura and the physician returned. 

“Your Majesty, I heard that you were not feeling well and that I needed to come at once,” he said as he briskly crossed the distance between them. 

“I fear that my lady-in-waiting may have exaggerated a small bit. I am not feeling well, but you did not need to stop what you were doing to attend to me so quickly,” she said, giving him a tired smile.

His brows furrowed together as he carefully placed a hand on her forehead. He was one of the only people in the entire palace that was allowed to touch her without permission, the others being her husband and her ladies-in-waiting. “I think that they were right to be concerned. You have a very high fever. Would you mind describing the rest of your symptoms to me? Don’t be afraid to tell me everything. I won’t judge or doubt you.”

“Well, I have been feeling very hot lately. I thought that it was just the air and the fabric that I chose to wear today, but it is possible that it is being caused by the fever. My vision has been blurring in the sides and it has been hard to focus on anything,” she explained.

“I see,” he tutted. “I would advise that your ladies-in-waiting change you into something much less constricting and I will continue to attend to you then. I want to get this fever down as quickly as possible.”

She nodded and then turned to see that they were already waiting. The doctor stood and left the room to give her some privacy. Navier stood and swayed again, so Laura came to support her as Countess Eliza un

did the bindings on her back to remove the dress. The two women worked quickly to help their Empress undress and change into one of her looser summer nightgowns.

“I don’t know how you managed to have a meeting through a fever this high, Your Majesty,” Laura worried. “If I get even the smallest bit too hot I begin to feel faint and leave. You’re a very strong woman.”

“Either that or stupid,” she laughed a small bit. 

“Nonsense,” Countess Eliza shook her head. "You're just dedicated to your role as the Empress and getting your work done. But now it is time for the rest of us to be able to do our role in taking care of your, Your Majesty."

She nodded and allowed them to lead her over to the bed. Laura dashed across the room to let the doctor in again while Eliza focused on getting the woman they were caring for down onto the bed. "I must admit, I do feel a bit better," Navier murmured as she laid down on the blissfully cool cotton of her bed. 

"That is a good sign, Your Majesty. There's not much that we can do for a fever if we do not know what is causing it, but there are some things that are standard for helping to cool a fever," he explained as he walked over to her bedside. 

"I would imagine so," Navier nodded.

"I also believe that is a good sign that you are able to respond to me so cohesively. If you were slurring your words I would have to worry that he fever had gotten too high. Now tell me, what are your other symptoms?" he asked as he sat down on the edge of her bed.

"I've been having chest tightness for a few days," she replied. "Feeling rather run down, and a slight cough. I assumed that it was Hay Fever."

He nodded solemnly and then grabbed a stethoscope out of the bag by his feet. He placed the device on her chest just underneath her collarbone and listened to a few of her deep breaths. "It sounds like you have somehow caught a late-season flu. I can return with the necessary medications in a moment. I suggest that someone stay with you at all times to help tend to your fever and assist you in your everyday tasks," he explained. "You shouldn't be working, and you should just focus on resting."

The Empress let out a small sigh and nodded her head softly. She wasn't very keen on the idea of not being able to work for a few days, but she knew that she had to rest like the doctor had told her lest her illness get any worse. "Alright, thank you for your time."

"Of course. It is my pleasure to be able to attend to the Imperial Family," he reminded her as he always did. He packed up some of his things and left the door to go and retrieve her medications.

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American Horror Story OC Masterlist

Name: Carol Summers

Face Claim: Sarah Gadon

Love Interest: Jude Martin

Fic Title: Pray You Might

Plot Summary: Committed to Briarcliff by her family in hopes to 'cure' her homosexual tendencies, Carol Summers fights tooth and nail to be freed from her unfair imprisonment. Suffering cruel treatments, she seeks an ally in her cause, and finds an unlikely one in Sister Jude. Will their bond lead them to a successful escape from the asylum, or will they both succumb to Briarcliff and lose every sense of themselves?

Name: Cassandra Reagan

Face Claim: Zooey Deschanel

Love Interest: Constance Langdon

Fic Title: Before Her Eyes

Plot Summary: Paranormal researcher, Cassandra Reagan, needs a change of scenery. So, when she moves to California, and into the rather infamous Murder House, she sees it as a new chapter. She may be haunted by her past, but with a new home, and a budding romance with her new neighbor, maybe she'll find her answers to the old mystery of what killed her family. But will she fall victim to the Murder House's morbid history in the end?

Name: Hannah Howe

Face Claim: Kiernan Shipka

Love Interest: James Patrick March

Fic Title: Hotel Hell

Plot Summary: A girl staying at the Cortez for one night as part of a cross country trip, Hannah doesn't expect anything much from her stay. But she gets the wrong room. Room number 66 contains a demonic entity and its sights are set on Hannah as soon as she walks in. When the demon enters her body, she has to fight to keep it from taking total full control of her. She'll have to enlist the help of the Cortez's ghostly founder if she has any hope of surviving.

Name: Jaeda Hill

Face Claim: Alisha Wainwright

Love Interest: Wilhemina Venable

Fic Title: End Of Days

Plot Summary: Jaeda Hill was never meant to make it to Outpost 3. The Cooperative didn’t select her, but she’s rescued from the nuclear winter and brought there anyhow. She’s surprised to find Wilhemina Venable is the one who ensured her safety. They haven’t seen each other for quite some time and as they battle to survive the apocalypse, old flames may just reignite.

Name: Joan Hudson

Face Claim: Christina Hendricks

Love Interest: Elsa Mars

Fic Title: Up In Lights

Plot Summary: Fleeing her home state of New York after the brutal murder of her ex lover, and vaudeville partner, Johnny, Joan heads south and finds herself in Jupiter, Florida. Here she finds Elsa Mars and her troupe. Enticed by the chance to slip into obscurity for a while, she seeks employment with the band of freaks and is welcomed after winning over Elsa.

Name: Natalie Gunness

Face Claim: Eliza Dushku

Love Interest: Countess Elizabeth

Fic Title: Within These Walls

Plot Summary: Natalie Gunness arrives at the Hotel Cortez as a horror blogger, there to document the hotels history as well as her own potential paranormal experiences. Her assignment was supposed to last no more than a week, but she finds that the Cortez isn’t done with her yet.

Name: Nyxa Ash

Face Claim: Samantha Robinson

Love Interest: Fiona Goode

Fic Title: Supreme Ascension

Plot Summary: Nyxa shows up to Miss Robichaux’s fashionably late, making quite an impression on the other girls and particularly on Fiona Goode. Her time at the academy will forever alter her and make history unlike any witches have ever known.

Name: Poppy Clemson

Face Claim: Mia Goth

Love Interest: Dandy Mott

Fic Title: Send In The Clowns

Plot Summary: Poppy grew up on a farm in Tennessee, but after a string of missing young men crop up in her little hometown, Poppy is on the first road out of Lynchburg and remains on the run until she reaches Jupiter, Florida where she runs into Dandy Mott prowling around the local freak show. Charmed by the country lilt in her voice, Dandy brings her home with him like some kind of pet, but the two will soon find out that they have more in common than they thought.

Name: Sable Chen

Face Claim: Lyrica Okano

Love Interest: Stevie Nicks

Fic Title: Affinity

Plot Summary: Sable Chen is a powerful witch, and she could have been a supreme, but she was meant for other things, at least that’s what Fiona Goode would have her believe. Fiona is always talking about her 'special purpose' and at last she seems to find it when Stevie Nicks comes to call on the coven. Something about Stevie's aura and energy call to her and Stevie can sense the same in Sable. When Stevie departs the coven, she takes Sable with her, neither sure of what their bond might mean for them, but both willing to explore it.

#american horror story ocs #oc: carol summers #oc: cassandra reagan #oc: hannah howe #oc: jaeda hill #oc: joan hudson #oc: natalie gunness #oc: nyxa ash #oc: poppy clemson #oc: sable chen