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supercorpkid · 3 years

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Rescue Mission – Suicide Mission.

Part 1 - Destroy the family.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader, Alex Danvers x Niece!Reader, Brainy x Reader.

Word count: 2160.

Warning: Angst. Injuries. Kidnappings.

It’s by the tone that you know something is wrong. When the principal knocks on your classroom door, and you hear your name being called out, you know it. Just by her tone.

“Something is wrong.” You say to Jamie, before getting up. “You know what to do.”

“Good luck.” It’s what she answers, and you’re not sure why, but you know you will need it.

She knows what to do. Situations like this have happened before, where you leave your classroom and don’t come back for the rest of the day, or even for the rest of the week. You usually leave everything behind, and what Jamie needs to do it’s put them away in your locker in between classes, and hope you’ll come back in one piece.

Maya looks at you, with furrowed brows, like asking what’s going on, and you nod at her while biting your lower lip. Jamie will also fill her in with whatever lie she can think of that day.

You’re out of the classroom and looking around to see any of your moms there, but it is aunt Alex who shows up. This fact alone is more than proof that all hell is breaking loose somewhere outside the safety of your school.

“Thank you, Mrs. Goodwin. I’ll take her from here.” Alex says, taking her hand out of her jacket’s pocket and putting it on your shoulder. You walk a little down the hallway knowing the matter is important and secret. What other reason would bring Alex to your school to see you and not her own daughter?

“Well?” You ask because you can’t wait much longer. The principal is far enough so she can’t hear you, and there’s no one outside the classrooms.

“I shouldn’t have this conversation here nor-” Alex says, opening the front door and you don’t see her motorcycle anywhere. “Let’s just fly to the DEO. It's an urgent matter.”

She doesn’t have to say twice. You’re curious about what could be so urgent, and to figure out why your heart is beating almost out of your chest when she hasn’t even said anything yet, but if it's an urgent matter, you know she won’t discuss them in public. You pick her up and fly to the DEO in a blur, getting there faster than anyone can say ‘what the fuck is that in the sky?’.

“There was an emergency elsewhere.” Alex starts, marching down the DEO with you right behind her. Brainy silently joins her on the other side. “We sent Supergirl to look at this situation hours ago.” She makes sure to emphasize the word hours so you know it’s serious. “It could’ve been a diversion though, because a while later this happened.”

You look at the tablet that was shoved in front of your face by Brainy. ‘This’ is an image of L-Corp being invaded by what looks like a whole army of men.

“What did they take?” You ask, pushing the tablet out of your face, and back to Brainy.

“Only one thing.” It’s Brainy who answers, and Alex stops walking, turning to you with a serious expression.

“Lena.”

Your heart stops for a second, your stomach drops, and your breath gets stuck in your lungs. You expected her to say anything, anything in the universe, except that. You fight the tears forming on your eyes. You can’t cry, you don’t have time for that. You must save her. You don’t have time to feel sorry for yourself, or for this sick feeling coming from your stomach up your throat. You stop it right there. You don’t even have time to throw up.

“Supergirl?” You ask as soon as you manage to. Alex’s hands go to your shoulders, and she gives both a light squeeze.

“No response for longer than what is expected.” You feel your stomach dropping again. No response is not good, and you know that. It’s no trouble speaking to the comm, so if she is not responding, it is because she can’t do so.

Your mind travels fast to all the worst scenarios you can imagine. Kara not responding being Rao knows where, and Lena being kidnapped is the definition of all the things that could go wrong in your life. You can’t fight the urge of throwing up anymore. You run to a trash can, sticking your head inside, and you feel your throat burning when the food comes back. You clean your mouth with the back of your hand and raise your head again.

You’re suddenly filled with a lot of energy and a sense of responsibility. It’s all in your hands, you’re the one who needs to save them. That’s the reason why you’re here. You turn around looking at both agents with a serious expression.

“What do we do? Where do I go? How-How can we get them both?” You ask your aunt, waiting for a clear direction. She’s been doing this for years; she’ll know what to do.

“Lena is human, she is in more dangerous conditions.” Alex says and you agree with your head.

“Supergirl, on the other hand, might be able to help if she is here.” Brainy adds and you agree again. Only to realize nothing has been decided.

“I-I don’t know what that means.”

“It means, we’re with you.” Alex comes forward, giving your shoulder another reassuring squeeze. “If you go for Kara, we’ll go for Lena and vice-versa. It’s your call.”

Oh great, yes. Put this enormous responsibility on a kid’s shoulders. How’s that even fair?

“Get Supergirl’s last location. Find out who the fuck got Lena, and where she might be.” You ask Brainy who quickly shows you Kara’s last location on the screen. “I’ll go get Supergirl.”

It was not a decision, if you were being honest. It was a cry for help. If Kara can help, then you’re going to need it. You got one of your moms location, it’s a no brainer. Kara can help, Lena needs help. Two Kryptonians are better than one, should you think so.

You fly to wherever Kara was pinpointed last. You see destruction everywhere. Old -and luckily- abandoned buildings lay wrecked on the ground. Dust and havoc are seen throughout the place, and there’s no one in sight. No one, except. Except one hand coming off from a wreckage pile.

You fly down, easily removing blocks of concrete, steel frames and other indistinguishable wreckage, to find Kara trapped under them. Face all bloody, completely bruised. You feel light-headed at the sight of your wounded and bloody mommy. You drop on your knees next to her, tears blurring your eyes.

“Momma! Hey, hey, can you hear me?” You hold her in your arms, cleaning her face from the blood. She can’t hear you, you know that for sure. She is blacked out, her body feels limp in your arms, like a rag doll. “Momma, please. Please. Don’t do this to me.” There’s a burning feeling on your chest, like you might just explode and take this whole place down with you. But no matter how much you call, and yell, and beg, Kara doesn’t answer.

Kara’s hands are also bloody and bruised, like she’s been fighting for dear life, and you look around trying to find out what could’ve caused such damage to her. Her breath is weak, and her heart is beating slowly. You hold her tight, seeing your tears falling on her face.

“I’ve got Supergirl.” You press your comm, calling Alex. “She won’t be able to help. I’m bringing her over; get the infirmary ready.” You try to even your voice. “She’s beaten down heavily.”

“We’ll be ready for both of you.” Alex’s voice comes in your ear, and you pick up Kara’s limp body in bridal style.

“I’ve got you, mommy.” You kiss her forehead, tasting blood and dirt on the process. It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters except Kara, right now. “You’re safe. I’m here.”

Your heart is beating fast all the way back to the DEO. It’s more than painful, it’s a word you’ve never even heard before, a totally new kind of hurt. Having your momma so weak and injured in your arms. It doesn’t matter that you can still see her slowly breathing and hear her weak heartbeat, it doesn’t matter that you know that she is alive, because seeing her like this has made a part of you die.

You land inside the DEO, and Alex is indeed ready for both of you. You lay Kara on a stretcher, and some agents roll her out of your sight and off to the infirmary she goes. You know the process, yellow sunlight, blah-blah-blah. Your heart still aches, regardless.

“Lena?” You ask your aunt that is still next to you, hands on her waist with a serious expression.

“Come see something.” Alex asks, making her way to the big screen in front of you. And Brainy, coming out of nowhere, appears with a tablet next to you.

“It’s an encrypted message.” He says, and the message appears on the big screen soon after.

We will destroy the entire family.

“I’m working on finding the source of the message, but for now that’s all we have.” Brainy says and you look at aunt Alex, biting the inside of your mouth. The entire family is what the message says. You know what she’s thinking. You’re thinking about it too.

“They wouldn’t.” You say, shaking your head. But your heart is beating fast, like it’s telling you that they -whoever they may be- would.

“I have to be sure.” Alex says, and you sigh, aware of that too.

“I’ll go get Jamie; you get Kelly.” Alex is out of the room before you’re half finished. And you’re almost flying away when you look back at Brainy. “Find Lena.”

“Working on it.” He says, running to his workstation and you fly away to the school.

You don’t have time to clean yourself and look presentable. You are aware there’s blood and dirt on your super suit. You don’t care. You fly inside of your school, causing a big commotion with the students. Most of them get out of their classrooms and go into the hallway, when you land and start walking to where you think Jamie might be.

“It’s Superkid!” They all say, while taking pictures of you, and all the flashes distract you from using your x-ray vision well.

The teachers also look impressed, coming out of their classrooms to see you. You feel like a circus freak, with all these people shouting and cheering you, like you’re supposed to be doing tricks for them. It’s ironic to think that if you had your glasses on, you would be invisible to them.

You look around, feeling lost. The cameras are blinding, the cheering is deafening, and the more you look around and don’t see the face you’re looking for, the more desperate you get. You clench your fist, trying to regain focus, and look around the crowd when your eyes land on Maya.

You manage to speak, out of gritted teeth. “Ms. Olsen-Danvers.” You look around searching for Jamie. “Where is she?”

“She left.” Maya says, and you look back at her. Eyes zooming in and you notice her shaky breath. You step in closer, trying to even your own breath.

“Where?” You spit. Maya shakes her head in denial.

“Both of the Danvers have left with Jamie’s mother.” The teacher says and you blink at the realization you’re the other Danvers, and that Jamie didn’t leave with you.

You look back at Maya one last time, blinking a sense of calmness -you don’t really feel- into her, before using your super speed out of the school. “Alex, did you pick Jamie up?”

“I thought you were going to.” You hear on your comm, and you drop your head low. You were too late. “I came to pick up Kelly.”

“And?”

“We’re on our way to the DEO. Should I go to your school?” Alex asks, and your eyes are filled with tears. No. You can’t tell her that. You can’t say the words. They’re stuck inside you, like the hardest truth you’ve ever spoken. You feel like a nightmare is filling your surroundings, and you’re totally alone. You fall on your knees, vision blurry, heart squeezing on your chest. “Superkid? Should I go pick her up? Please come in.”

Say it! Go on, tell her! Tell her you were too late. Tell her they’ve got Jamie. Tell her they have Lena, and that they’ve beaten Kara to the point of unconsciousness. Tell her they have your entire life in their hands.

“Can you hear me? Superkid, CAN YOU HEAR ME?”

“Don’t.” You manage to say woefully, minutes after the first question was asked. “Don’t come.” You breathe out. “She is not here.”

#supergirl #kara danvers #supercorp #supercorpfamily #lena luthor #supercorp daughter #kara x lena #kara x reader #supercorp fanfic #lena x reader #alex danvers #reader insert #superkid

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happypugstuff · 6 years

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Prompt: Supercorp - Lena Luthor asks Kara Danvers to come into the office during work hours for a little discipline ;)

Well, here it is. I apologize if it wasn’t exactly what you had in mind, but it’s where the words took me lol. EIther way, I hope you enjoy it!

Working Hours

Summary: E for Explicit

When Lena had asked her to come over, Kara hadn’t quiteimagined this was the type of emergency she was talking about. Even two soaked knuckles deep into Lena’stightening cunt already, and Kara hadn’t quite fully processed what washappening.

First, Lena calls her and Kara can tell her voice is hurriedand desperate. She says its an ‘emergency’. Instinctively, Kara had tuned her ears in onthe Luthor. Her heart was racing. Between that and the phone call, it was allKara needed to drop her papers and speed conveniently out of the CatCo buildingand rush directly to L Corp, dropping neatly down onto Lena’s balcony.

Hands up, eyes alert and ready for a fight, Kara had walkedinto the office and—

“Took you long enough, Supergirl.”

Kara’s determined walk faltered some when she had seen LenaLuthor sitting there on top of her desk, legs crossed over one another and theshort black dress ridden up to expose those sweet creamy thighs Kara liked toleave handprints on.

“Lee, where’s the emergency?”

“I am theemergency,” Lena’s eyebrows rose as her eyes darted down, gesturing to herselfso Lena didn’t have to use her hands, “I have a task for you.”

“Oh yea—”

“No talking,” Lena had quipped and it was effective ingetting the super to shut her mouth, “You left dinner early last night and didn’tcome back to bed until after three am.”

“Lena, I had to—”

“No. Talking.”

Kara had closed her mouth and just stood there,waiting. Lena was in a mood.

“You left me wanting, Supergirl…so I had a thought. You were abad, bad girl…and bad girls getpunished. You’re not leaving here untilI get everything you promised me last night, and then didn’t deliver.”

Oh, that. That, Kara could do.

Well, she was leaving handprints on those milky pale thighsnow.

Lena was still on her desk, only now her back was pressed upagainst the metal, papers splayed out underneath her and getting absolutely ruined. The material of the black dress was crumpled up at her hips, pushed upto be out of Kara’s way. Lena’s legswere spread wide, Kara between them, and hastily pumping two fingers into her girlfriend’sneedy core as quick as she could manage.

“Some…emergency,” Kara rasped out between kisses to theinside of Lena’s thighs. One redhandprint had already been left on the inside of the left one—a reminder ofbeing eagerly spread open. She felt Lenaclench around her at the remark.

“N-no, talking. O-oh! O-only working!”

Lena didn’t know how she even managed to get words out atall. She was trying to be quiet. Jess was just on the other side of the wall,after all; however, Kara always was adept at drawing out Lena’s moans, like amaestro with their instrument. Today wasno exception.

Red blotches dotted thick thighs as Kara’s kisses workedtheir way to the center. Lena spread opena little wider for her, welcoming her in. Hands were suddenly in Kara’s hair and the blonde didn’t need the extraencouragement to lean in and drag her tongue up through salty wetness. It made Lena’s hips buck.

Kara took it all in: the sight, the smell, the taste. A satisfied grin made its way to her lipswhen she heard Lena try to bite her thumb to silence another moan that wantedto escape. A fun game, perhaps.

Kara spread her tongue as flat as it would go, and licked upagain, soaking the muscle in Lena’s juices. She swirled it around slowly, feeling Lena’s legs tighten against herhead. Slick skin came in contact withthat special, upraised nub, and Kara latched onto it. She closed her mouth around Lena’s clit andsucked, soothing the rough action with a rub of her tongue shortly after.

She was so excited, Kara had nearly forgotten herfingers. They thrust back into Lena’swarm and this time, the CEO couldn’t hold this one back.

“F-fuck, Kara! J-just like that!”

The blonde’s eyes darted up from her work in time to seeLena throw a hand over her own mouth. The other tightened it’s hold in Kara’s hair and gave a gentle tug,pulling Kara closer into Lena’s throbbing pussy.

Another finger joined the two and Kara pushed in as deep asthey would go. She curled her fingers,rubbing at Lena’s inside walls as they tried to squeeze around them. Lena’s hips were trying to lift off the desk,but Kara held her down.

Kara was on her knees, the roller chair pushed off to the side,and face buried in Lena’s soaked cunt. Luckily, Kara already knew it didn’t leave a stain, at least not on hersupersuit.

“…taste so good…”

Kara’s comment had Lena squeezing around her. The CEO didn’t have the energy to keep up hertough facade anymore, especially not when Kara felt so good. A wet tonguecircled Lena’s clit again, flicking it while Kara’s fingers thrust inside,filling the office with squishy sounds of sex and smothered moan torn expletives.

With one final curl of her fingers, Kara felt an excess ofwetness on her face which she eagerly lapped up. Lena’s inner walls began to spasm and clencharound the digits which continued to rub and pound into her at a steady pace asthe Luthor road out her orgasm.

To her surprise, Kara didn’t stop. As the first wave of euphoria began to ebbaway, Lena threw her head back, mouth agape. It slammed into the metal of her desk and she knew it would bruise, but oh god, when Kara sucked on her clit againshe already felt that familiar tight coil building.

“Kara, I—”

Kara heard Lena mumble something else through her hand thatsounded very vaguely like “I’m coming,”but Kara didn’t stop. Instead, she tookher soaked fingers away, grabbing at both of Lena’s thighs, and drove hertongue inside. She swirled it around andthrust it in, tasting more of Lena, before she felt her girlfriend squeezetight around her again.

Lena’s hands in her hair pulled and tugged. It would have hurt some, but neither hadbothered to turn the red sun lamps on that Lena had installed in heroffice. Kara continued to fuck Lena withher tongue until the woman was utterly spent, and lightly tapped on the top ofthe blonde’s head to let her know she couldn’t go anymore.

Her desk would certainly need to be wiped off. A sticky wet spot had formed on the edge thatwould need cleaning.

Kara wiped her mouth off with her sleeve, spreading Lena’swet cum over the blue fabric of her supersuit before she grinned and held herhand out for Lena to take.

The Luthor took it and Kara gently pulled her to asitting-up position, Lena’s face flushed from the activities.

“Well, that wasn’t what I expected at all,” Kara grinned andleaned in, planting her lips on Lena’s.

The CEO could taste herself on the super’s mouth and italmost made her want to go again. Almost.

“That is exactlywhat I was expecting,” Lena chuckled and Kara helped her off the desk so shecould straighten her dress out once more. There were some wrinkles in it, but nothing a proper hot press couldn’tfix when she got home.

“Good girl,” She kissed Kara again, pulling the super in bythe neckline of her suit.

“I should leave more often, if this is how I get punished,” Karagiggled.

“Watch it. There’s still tonight,” Lena smirked then lookedaround, “Uhm…where are my panties?”

Kara took a step back and looked around. Not under the desk. Not on top of the desk. Not on the floor.

“Ah!” She dashed to Lena’s desk chair and retrieved theblack lace. It wasn’t until she washanding them to Lena that she stopped, her face suddenly twisted into a frown.

“Uhm…Lee?”

She held the torn panties up for the Luthor to see and Lenasighed, putting a hand up to hold her forehead as she shook her head, “Ofcourse…”

“Sorry…” Kara had that awkward smile on her face again, eyesalight with an apology, but honestly she wasn’t that sorry. She would rip a thousand pairs of Lena’s pantiesif she got to do that again.

#supercorp #supercorp smut #supercorp fic #supercorp fanfiction #jesus has left the building

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hadtochangemyurlquick · 6 years

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WLW Fic Rec List

with input from my beautiful friend @gee13

I promised a random anon I would give ‘em a more complete list of recs several months ago so here- in no particular order I have, Glee, Pretty Little Liars, Pitch Perfect, Girl Meets World, Supergirl, The 100, The Good Place, and Riverdale.

There’s very little porn without plot in here, but I went through my favorites on fanfiction.net and my history on Ao3 and if I recognized the fic I put it down. So some might have slipped through.

As I was going through these and rereading some old favorites I forgot about I wrote little bios. If your work, or a work you really like doesn’t have a bio it’s just cause I remembered it was really good and didn’t feel a need to reread it. If you want comment your own and I’ll edit the post and give you credit.

The minimum qualifications for all of these were:

At least 2k words for a one shot, if it was a multi chapter there had to be at least 1k words per chapter (For example: 14 chapters, 14k words)

It had to be completed or updated in the last year ish (but like I was flexible based on the quality, and if I knew the author or the deal or not)

It had to be Ao3 or Fanfiction.net and tagged appropriately (so I could find it)

Also I never really got into g!p stuff because I ran into a lot of transphobic or just really offensive stuff early on which put me off of it.

Or the alpha omega stuff, when my goach found out I was reading fanfiction she said ‘great just nothing with alpha omega shit okay” and that was like four years ago but I don’t care enough now to start. So none of those are on here (maybe in faberry but I don’t think so)

And they also had to be english, my spanish is still pretty bad so I can’t really read any of those- sorry :(

But let me know if the link ain’t right. And if you think something should be added let me know too, and I’ll read it and add it, and give you credit. My tastes have changed over the years to be slightly so if there’s something here that you think is distateful message me being like “can you reread this?” because it might’ve slipped through. Or I might be like “m8 thats some gay ass shit right there, agr33 to disagr33.” We’re all just here to read out otps getting together again and again in different ways, let’s just be chill about it

But don’t worry- what’s important is at the end of the day they’re all very very gay.

Italics is required reading for each fandom

Glee

Faberry

Dead Girls Don’t Sing (a must read) and the sequel Dead Girls Don’t get a Happy Ending - if you read nothing else for the rest of your life read this, it was written by one of the kindest women I know

You Don’t have the Right

A Perfect Match - slow burn, good if you like tennis

Comfortably Numb

Black Holes and Revelations

Angel Eyes

I’ll Be

Beers and Strippers

Kill the Light

Racing Against the Sun (fucking depressing I cried)

The Christmas Act

Acceptance and it’s sequels: Remembrance and Convergence

Making Angels Cry

Better Than Ice Cream - cute kid!faberry fic

Alone Together - slow burn af but worth the read

A Million Miles of Fun - ridiculous and great

Cuddle Monster - fluffy fluffy crack

Zero, Thirtyseven, Nine - I read this awhile ago and was too young to comprehend the genius

Secret Relationship Unlike Any Other - I was just thinking about this fic the other day!

Should’ve Asked for Directions - if you haven’t read this- read it I swear to god

An Accident of Paradise

Backwards Walk and the companion Between The Drinks And Subtle Things - angsty and painful, I once attempted to write a happy ending and even my fluffy ass failed

Better Where it’s Wetter - Introduced me to Ellen so…

Boats in the Sky

The Wish

Give your Heart a Break - left me a lil unsatisfied, but gave me some room to daydream about an epilogue

We might fall hard We might fall fast

I Told Him

Opposite Poles, Equal Partners - a quick angsty one shot to leave you unsatisfied :)))))))))

Quinn’s Second Time - I remember this being good awhile back, let me know ya’ll

Marley and Quinn

My Lost was Saying Found

Brittana

12 Days

Pretty Little Liars

Emison:

Ali’s Second Chance

Duplicity

Sinner’s Lullaby

the supreme

Dreaming

Gravity

Affair

In Holy Matrimony

Our War

A Break From Being Me

Acquired Madness

Her Silence is Deafening

It’s a Process

Orange is the new Alison

Mermaid

Brooklyn and the Baby

Dreaming - tbh I’m not sure if it’s good, but the concepts amazing and the first chapters are really good so we’ll see

Downtown Train - this author is an investment, I have a feeling they’ll get better with time and this fic is already really good. Perfect for a relaxing rainy day, or right before you go to bed because it won’t keep you up. Just like a chill fic bruh

Begin Again - THAT ONE BASED OF AN OLD ASS POST I MADE FOR NOTES BECAUSE I KNEW YOU FOOLS WOULD EAT IT UP AND SOMEHOW TURNED OUT REALLY WELL AND I DIDN’T EVEN ASK THEM TO WRITE IT THEY ASKED ME HAHA WHAT THE FUCK

Tattooed Memories & Hidden Stories

Soldiers are Dreamers

Lauren - frustrating for an emison shipper but undeniably well written

Place Your Bet - tbh everything by this author, while a little slow, is incredible

And The Sparks That We Had Can No Longer Light Up Our Debris - angsty and unsatisfying, but I’m a masochist so I love it

Like Real People Do

Right now it feels like we’re bleeding (so deep that we might not get back up) - I have reread this shit so many times, I love it to death

J'adore

she’s (not) too good for you - I reread this on the regular

25 Occasions People Have Celebrated in the Liarverse - seriously so good, I cried several times

Five Kisses Emily Fields Never Had (On Screen)

Half the Fun

A Break From Being Me - hasn’t been updated in 3000 years but sorta incredible tbh, read at your own risk!

Mulligan Madness

Ali’s Guide to the Art of Love - one of those fics that seems dumb but is actually really gripping and well written and it’s just that the summary’s misleading?

i’ve been afraid of changing (cause i built my life around you)

silver stepping stones - sorta like ‘Right now it feels like we’re bleeding…’ but told from Alison’s perspective and if Alison had gone with Emily. It’s not perfect but it’s a cute one shot and really in character

Ali’s Nightmare Before Christmas and it’s sequel Breathe Again - I actually haven’t reread these I just remember these being really really good

Art of Attraction - I actually know the author and she’s super nice and she writes a bunch of other great stuff

Charlissa

All the Things That Used to Matter

Vandermarin

every thought a thought of you

Love is the New Denim or Black

Sparia

Act Like Everything is Normal

wide open road (of my future)

Spanna

Take Me to Your River (I Wanna Go)

Other:

Chalk Paths

Tell me you Won’t Leave me - really angsty, I felt like it really made an impact on me ya know?

Thirteen Things - this is actually a series but every fic is completed and utter gold

All the Way Home I’ll Be Warm - okay this is a lil hetero but it has emison so

Big Little Liars

Imitation is the Sincerest Form of Depravity

Slouching Towards Bethlehem

Times, They Are A’Changing - sorta every gay couple imaginable, I haven’t read it in awhile but I remember it being really good, there’s a companion peice: Baby, You’re the Best I’ve Ever Met that’s about Mona and Melissa

Pitch Perfect

Bechloe

Perfect Timing and a Perky Red Head

Moirai

Girl Meets World

Rilaya

The Circle

iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou, she never says and the unfinished sequel which will continue to kill us “we’ll be fine,” he swore (even if you aint in the fandom read this, some of the best work I’ve ever seen)

Growing Pains Taste Like Five Hour Energy And Her Lips

Darling so it Goes - hasn’t been updated in awhile so read at your own risk

your hand in mine (heartbeats in sync)

we howl to the moon

do you fall in love too easily?

Passage - I reread this to make sure it was still good as I remembered, crying now- read at your own risk

As Observed by the Sky

pretty sleeper and it’s companion pretty weeper - why is the rilaya fandom so angsty? IT’S NOT NECESSARY

crawl home to her - vampire au, not normally something I’m into but the pickings are sparce and this is damn good

Revelations

Ten First Meetings

The Universe Wants Maya Dead - fucking angsty man, seriously

Day in the Super Life

with joyful ring - a cute Christmas one shot

a love that’s homeless - another cute fantasy one shot

ramble in the roots

Supergirl

Supercorp

Something to Write About

The War of Roses

Is this who we are now? - I wish this was more than a oneshot, I would’ve liked to see the ending play out but a fantastic concept- really

90408

Of Soul-Mate’s and Heart-ache

The Fifth Wall - I’ve loved the slow buildup but haven’t had a chance to finish it so no one talk to me about it ever

Secretaries Know Best - Jess is a queen and I love her

One Lena Comment Too Far - the greatest piece of literature to ever grace the internet

Did You Absolutely Have To - I’m dying and I love it

Your Name

Supergirl’s latest date - I remember this being pretty funny but I was too lazy to reread

Sunlit Honey and Lavender Sunsets and apparently the author has an unfinished sequel? Gold-Crested Ravens and Cornflower Blue Mornings

The 100

Clexa

Lightening Only Strikes Once - READ READ READ PLEAASE

Six

Down Came the Rain

The Blind Side of Love

Pie in the Sky - so so so so good! Like actually amazing

they take their shots but we’re bulletproof

you’re magic & you’re real

All That You Got (Skin To Skin Oh My God)

Copper Down - so I went on a clexa spree and so there’s gonna be a shit ton of those on here

More Than You Think You Are - a little ooc at times but pretty gosh darn amazing oh my god

masquerade dreams

blood rush in the hazy glow - this killed me, I wish the author would give us an epilogue, maybe Clarke and Lexa buying the bar together and watching some lost college kids come in making it a circle or something, but really really really amazing Jesus

I’ll travel through time to save you

In Another Life - a little Lexark for ya, it’s a short, fun, satisfying read you can knock out in thirty minutes

Origamis - to prepare ya’ll for the single mom au I’m dropping probably never but have planned out in my head to a tee

The Wife Project: By Professor Alexandria Woods - Autistic!lexa is honestly one of my favorite head canons that I believe is 100% true, and this fic writes it effortlessly

Almost Three - angsty but interesting concept- definitely enjoyable and I’ve reread it multiple times

Some Angels Fall

Commander in Chief - the best part about this is that in this universe trump is in jail

i’ll give you the moon - some christmas fluff

she gave me a good character (but said I could not swim) - angsty and unfullfilling so you know I love it

The White Queen Running - I loved every moment of this fic and it’s (unfinished) sequal - The Red King Awake, while admittedly hard to follow at times it’s still incredibly sweet while also being angsty and intriguing. 10/10 would read again. Also there’s so much fanart for it? Like really really good fanart? I’ve actually saved some of the better pieces to give me inspiration when I write tbh…

An Unfinished Fight - wonderful concept but would’ve loved to see the ending scene played out more, still an overall amazing fic and honestly so satisfying

Love Letters and Coffee Grounds - a warm christmas fluff for ya that’s ridiculously long but still great.

It’s in My Roots, in My Veins, in My Blood (and I Stain Every Heart That I Use to Heal the Pain - a little bit of plot exhaustion by the end, you can probably just stop reading after the second denny’s scene and then skip to the epilouge but still so fantastic. I stayed up till 2am reading this and have no regrets

This Isn’t Our Fate (But You’re Still My Destiny) - lexark and clexa in one amazing fic! Sign me the fuck up! Really fucking cute and fluffy and totally angsty headcannons for elyza I love.

An Adventure - I love the characterization for Aden and I love this so much in gerneral tbh

you’re magic & you’re real - I like exactly four headcanons about the 100 characters: autistic!lexa, dyslexic!clarke, nonbinary!octavia, and I can’t remember the other one. It doesn’t matter, all of the mentioned above are in this and it’s very gay and wonderful and I actually wish I could make a movie out of this because it’s so great

by her side - a warm fluffy christmas fic for yall

Let Your Hair Down - dunno, cute af I guess

The Days of our Lives - a series I didn’t have the patience to finish but I have adhd so… the first one was fantastic and I loved the second one, but it keeps going so the others are probably good too

Today at Dust - helpful if you want to cry

who told you that you were naked? - fantastic, like seriously one of the best things I’ve read.

i can fly higher than an eagle (for you are the wind beneath my wings) - GREAT if you want to cry. Not clexa centered but at the end yeah… It’s about Anya and Lexa

I have lost my pain - creative and interesting, well written and well done. A very good fic in all manners of speaking

I Will Wait (You Forgave And I Won’t Forget) - just a cute oneshot that’s very well written and gripping

A Forest Fire - I’m a sucker for fix it fics

Fallen - a series I didn’t have the paitence to finish but again, symptom of my adhd, the first book and second book’s first half was fantastic and cute. I just love the headcanon for Clarke

Fix You - angsty but also amazing?

Mystic Coffee - did this inspire fanart or was it inspired by the witch!clarke fanart?

the business of caring - I’m a huge fan of this author’s style of writing, it’s funny and straight to the point and very dry, I read this until 3:30am last night and I had to get up at 6 the next day

what the ground grows - written by the same author and you can see the similarities in voice. Seriously both are amazing but this one is considerably more angsty than the one above

I’m bigger than my body, I’m colder than this home (I’m meaner than my demons, I’m bigger than these bones) - so angsty but so wonderful, I actually cried so hats off to you author…

The Witch of Ceder Plains - a cute two shot

July 4th 2016 - not really a series like the description promises but a very good stand alone story that was well written

If Love Were Enough and the heartbreaking prequal What I Lost In You - both oneshots, both genius

Bury it and Rise Above - mideval oneshot that I love

Ramen, Redbull, and Spite - I need a comic book based off this, it’s genius

find your way to me - fuck this fic, no really, I stayed up till 4am reading it when I had to get up at 8 the next day. Fuck this fucking shit. Mainly fluff until everything falls apart

Sacred Spaces - wasn’t gonna cause it’s just a oneshot and the description is so bad but shit the imagery in here is to die for and I feel like I’m reading a van gogh painting seriously

maybe they will sing for us tomorrow: the only thing I’ve ever printed a hard copy of its my all time favourite probably (description and initial reccomendation by @lexascandlestores)

Everything by this author is so good in the clexa section I would reccomend all of it seriously oh my god

move on me: reincarnation fic that’s really beautiful (description and initial reccomendation by @lexascandlestores)

Against the multiverse: a really fun clever one shot (description and initial reccomendation by @lexascandlestores)

ultraviolet lights - a lexark one shot that headcannons Elyza in a way I haven’t seen her before (a soft gay extra mess)

Hope is the Thing with Feathers (That Perches in the Soul) - I really love the daemon universe even though I’ve seen very little of it. This was very vivid though and had great imagery...

You’re Love Is a Waiting Game - I don’t think the author knew how to end this which is why the ending wasn’t perfect, but it’s overall so amazing I love it and it’s def worth the read

a year of sundays - a bit of a slow read at times and a bit mind boggling at times that they don’t figure it out sooner but very fluffy and amazing and very in character

your hand in mine and it’s sequal your hand in mine (pt. ii) - at the time of my writing this I have not yet finished part two but the first one was mastered so well I can only imagine its counterpart will be of a similar nature. Also there’s smut in this

Nails For Breakfast, Tacks For Snacks - a series about clexa in the middle of a turfwar, it’s just three well written one shots that are gripping and have a lot of imagery and realism.

Something Suspicously Close to Hope - read if you like crying and Stranger Things, it’s a series of one shots about Eleven being adopted by Clexa and I love them

beat the devil’s tattoo - I haven’t read the one for anya but I imagine, if it’s anything like this- it’s pretty darn good

And I am driftwood, found. - really emotional, I read the first part but never finished it but this forced me to go back and reread it. Definitely worth it.

Feels Like Home - a short but satisfying read with very good characterization

a hand to hold on to series - definitely prioritizes family over romance but the kids were very realistic and I liked what they did when they placed Lexa in such a new situation so fast. I feel like people characterize her as bad with kids a lot but I don’t think she was...

or what you will - realiztic and heartfelt, I liked the poetry it was additive and insightful

enchanted. - are there ever enough harry potter AUs? Could’ve done with some more angst but this was acceptable.

She (thefooliam): a classical emotional roommates fic that just nails all the feels (description and initial reccomendation by @lexascandlestores)

This is heaven in hiding: lawyer multi chapter that’s really good and pretty smutty though! ()

Markenland Series - there’s just two right now but I think they plan on writing a third. Anyway, very cute, I loved the characterization and the slowburn but not kill me this is taking too long slowburn

More Women than Warriors - I can’t begin to describe how much I love this, one of my favorite things I’ve read of all time. Please read this.

Empath - gay

Love Is Blindness (I Don’t Want to See) - my dad sat next to the daughter of a notorius kingpin when he was in highschool, once she asked to borrow a pencil and never gave it back and he watched her use it for like three months and said nothing.

Habromaniac: cute one shot ( description and initial reccomendation by @lexascandlestores)

this heart, fossilized and silent (once was tender, and once was violent) - surprisingly little angst after the beginning but in still a very realistic way. very fast paced in terms of action, I certainly was never bored...

Suffrage - there will never be a time when I am not interested in twentieth century, cross dressing, feminist clexa fighting for the rights of women

No Church In The Wild: one of the best heartbreaking canon one shots ever (description and recomendation by @lexascandlestores)

Kiss Me, Kill Me; It’s Just The Same Isn’t It? - lexark, a little bit of poetic fluff thrown in there but it hit just that perfect mix of clexa and lexark, very good

the earth, that is sufficent - written for clexa week I loved every chapter of it. Each peice was a standalone but also worked cohesively with the others. Flawless, seriously.

Into the Wild Blue - I just love southern clexa okay? Leave me alone

it’s called contraband for a reason - written by one of the best clexa authors of all time it’s hilarious, sweet, in character, poignant and well done. At times the format takes away more than it adds but it allows the reader to compare and contrast the beginning and the end and see the character’s develop more clearly.

there is no sweeter innocence (than our gentle sin) - this author may or may not be a genius Imma go binge all of their works and let you know. This was vv good at least. One shot

we’re only young & naive still (the bittersweet between my teeth) - part of that gaf au (you can find here) that I love so much... just a one shot but the different perspectives are done really well which is a hard thing to do well

Before Words, Beyond Silence, and it’s unfinished sequal, In the Screaming Silence - it has that satisfying instant clexa connection while not sacrificing plot or angst, no trust me, it didn’t sacrifice angst. I think the ice queen plot was a little rushed but it’s still fantastic and I’m excited to see where the sequal goes!

Skylark - A superhero fic that’s pretty damn cool. Clarke and the gang had illegal experiments done to them by Mount Weather and it gave them superpowers. They fight crime while trying to remain anonymous as well. This story is so clever and incorporates the City of Light/chips/ flame so cool, and Clexa are badasses, and just…read it, trust me. (Description and initial reccomendation done by @dreamsaremywords on this rec list)

You See The Smile That’s On My Mouth (it’s hiding the words that don’t come out) - A childhood modern au where Clarke and Lexa are fuckin soulmates and best friends and it takes them a ridiculous amount of time to figure that out. (Description and initial reccomendation done by @dreamsaremywords on this rec list)

The World Had Less Color Without You - it’s a college au where Clexa become friends after being paired together for a project, and fall in love even though they’re both terrified of it. (Description and initial reccomendation done by @dreamsaremywords on this rec list)

Love on the Ground - This!! fic!!! is fucking fantastic. Canon-verse, angsty, so, so good. Just read it. (Description and initial reccomendation done by @dreamsaremywords on this rec list)

Mysteries of Love - There’s another apocalypse, but Clexa are soulmates, and there’s a happy ending. (Description and initial reccomendation done by @dreamsaremywords on this rec list)

Essays in Existentialism: FtWD - a writer on tumblr publishes a lot of fics, either multi or oneshots under the ‘essays in exstentialism’ I haven’t read any beyond this lexark multi but this lexark multi was pretty fricken amazing ngl. Unfortunately hasn’t been updated in more than a year so it’s a pretty big risk

You Ask My Name (and All I do is Listen) - I had every sort of feeling about this, it’s super in character and incredibly well done

The Library - a bar au with a perfect mix of instant connection and angst, really well done

possibility days - a celeb au that’s well written and annoyingly filled with useless lesbian themes for both our idiots

Hooked on a feeling - an HP au I waited a million years to be updated and then finally was and what I’m trying to tell you is it’s amazing and worth it and wonderful and fluffy and I’ll love it forever

gera’s step-sister au - a lot of porn, Idk why but I tried to read this a billion years ago but I reread it recently and loved it. But yeah - definition of porn with feelings

Come Morning Light - this author writes a lot of kid fics but this is one of my favorites. In character and well written with a heartbreakingly poetic style. I love it.

most ardently - like some of these authors fics are amazing (like this one) and some are dumb as shit and like? Are there co authors? Are you like multiple people? I don’t know but this was amazing, historical clexa is historical clexa. Has some themes of the suffragette au from my first rec list but carves out a nice space for itself.

Punchline - a oneshot where Clarke wanders around the world and runs into Lexa a lot except it’s angsty and beautiful and there’s a lot of imagery

clexa eternal au - painful heartbreaking well written fantastic. I love most of the stuff by this author too so like you can’t really go wrong

pump mud through my veins - I wasn’t sure about the structure at first but they did something really cool with it and honestly well done

out at sea - okay I saw the tumblr post for this but I gotta say they did something interesting and fun with it and I don’t mind. Well writtten and vv cute

we will meet again - put off reading this because I was prepared for endless heartbreaks. Did happen but totally worth it. Don’t worry there’s a happy ending

Zoo Parks and Restoration - I got annoyed with plot exhaustion but the amount of well done clexa in this made it perfect. I never really like modern aus that much but I love this

The Whore’s Queen - took a little bit to get going but once it did... damn...

We Looked Like Giants - for some reason I put this off but there was no reason to? It’s so good? And very in character?

when my heart is at war - I can’t wait for the sequals, the first one is incredible!

Fall Away - a lot deeper and angstier than the thing got me ready for, really amazing and really well done. Love them lesbians

we could be immortals - put this off for some reason I don’t know why. Very in character, very true to high school I think, and funny and sarcastic and well written. it’s a highschool au but it’s more in character than that, and there’s plenty that links it to canon. I prefer canon tbh, but this was a nice fluff break

The Taste of War and Heartache - angsty and unfinished this is another incredible work by thefooliam. I would ten/ten reccomend because where it leaves off is pretty okay. It’s a canon au but it has some modern elements for those who prefer that. Really a great fic.

Bellamy x Murphy

if you only knew (my heart is breaking) - murphy is immortal and it’s angsty, this actually introduced me to this ship and I don’t normally like mlm but I kinda love this?

cynophilia - geez I don’t know why I love this ship all of a sudden wow

(you owe me twenty) - this actually ends with Murphy and Emori but it’s still super well written and well done

The Good Place

Tahani x Eleanor

True Love Is What Janet and Jianyu Have - this author is actually getting a lot of the second season right tbh

Riverdale/Archie Comics

Beronica

Can I Kiss You?

maybe being in a closet isnt so bad

Real Bisexual Kissing

Thaw - a real fluffy piece that won’t leave you angry and sad at all :)))))))))

Friends Don’t Let Friends Suffer Alone

The list as of 10/1/18

That’s it for now, I’ll probably reblog it with a continued list or post another list later as I go through more fics and more are reccomended and updated and finished. I just thought I’d post it now for obvious reasons...

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queercapwriting · 7 years

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Cap!! I've been so busy with college assignments I'm always missing our family interactions. So I am 20 year old lesbian who never kissed anyone, and I really want to but I'm scared, bc what if I terrible at it! Could you maybe write Kara having a first kiss (or just anything to make me less anxious about it)? I love you and all my siblings

Supercorp College AU

Alex never seems to like it.

Kissing boys.

Kara’s not sure if she’d like it. She likes James, but Lucy seems to like kissing him.

A lot.

And it makes her happy – to see them happy – but sometimes it makes her confused.

Because sometimes, she’s not sure if she wants to be kissing James, or Lucy.

She hears Maggie – that forensics major Alex is spending so much time with these days – talking about it being okay to like people of different genders.

She figures that’s what she might be. Bi. Pan. Something like that.

Yeah, definitely something like that.

And she wonders, with the way Alex seems to melt and stammer and splutter around Maggie so, so, so often, what Alex thinks about all that.

She makes a note to ask her about it.

But for now?

For now, she’s just trying to find her own words, because suddenly, she feels a lot like her sister.

Because Lena Luthor actually showed up to tonight’s party, and Lena Luthor is actually talking to her.

Lena Luthor, who’s brilliant and gorgeous and funny and understands what it’s like to have a family name that you just want to escape, but you never, ever, ever can.

And Lena Luthor is holding her hand.

She’s grateful for the portable red sun energy disperser in her pocket that Alex rigged up for her, so she can do things like hug people and shake hands and sit on desks without having to constantly restrain herself, constantly fear herself.

So Kara focuses all her energy her brain not short-circuiting and she focuses on speech. Speech in English, not Kryptonian.

Speech in any language at all would be great, right now, truth be told.

But she must do something right, because within a month, Lena Luthor is her girlfriend.

Lena never pushes and she never assumes, but she does ask once, when they’re sprawled on Kara’s twin bed in her dorm, physics books surrounding them.

“Have you ever kissed anyone, Kara?” she asks, and Kara gulps. Hard.

She thinks about lying, but Lena’s eyes are steady, and so is Kara’s loyalty. She shakes her head, and Lena smiles softly.

“That’s okay, you know. I don’t mind.”

“But you have,” Kara croaks, and it’s a statement, not a question. Her eyes are burning, and she wants to run.

Lena puts her hand on hers, and she remembers why she’s staying. Lena nods softly, quietly, and her eyes flicker down to Kara’s lips.

“I can’t imagine what I’ve had would come even close to kissing you. If you wanted me to, I mean.”

Kara fights tears and she fights panic and she wishes she’d taken one of those Kryptonian anti-anxiety meds Alex made for her.

“You don’t mean that.”

Lena leans back, hurt in her eyes. “I don’t say things to you that I don’t mean, Kara,” she retorts, an edge in her voice, and Kara’s heart breaks.

“No, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” She adjusts her glasses and tries to focus on the girl in front of her, not her own nerves. “I’m sorry, really. I didn’t mean it like that, I promise. I just meant… I just meant, I’m probably bad at it. Like, what about the whole practice-makes-perfect thing? So how can I be any good at it if I’ve never practiced? What if it makes you not like me, what if – “

“Whoa, Kara, hey. Hey, hey. It’s okay. I…” Lena bites her lip and Kara wants to just lean down and… But then Lena is talking again, and Kara forces herself to listen. “Just don’t stick your tongue right down my throat – always messy and rarely pleasant – and you’ll be fine. It’s like…” Lena reaches for Kara’s hand. “It’s like holding hands. Where do the thumbs go? Whose hand goes on top? You know? It’s a lot of negotiate, but we’ve figured it out. Sometimes it’s silly, like when you had to readjust our position in front of the science building that time – “

“And I wound up tickling you – “

“Right. And then we laughed, and it was fine. Wasn’t it? And sometimes, I just adjust my thumb, so it’s tucked under yours instead of over. Right? And it’s no big deal. We just learn each other’s bodies, and listen to each other. Like holding hands. But only if you want to, Kara, because I would never want to do anything that you’re not ready and wanting to – “

But then Kara’s lips are pressed against Lena’s, tentative and soft and hesitant as Lena freezes, but increasingly sure and steady when Lena recovers from the pleasant shock and kisses her back.

Hands find waists and tangles of hair and glasses, and when Kara parts her lips for Lena’s, she’s surprised by how gentle Lena’s tongue is, just grazing her bottom lip, soft, slow, like asking for permission, like asking for grace.

Kara grants it as heat shoots through her body, as she pulls Lena closer to her. She sighs heavily as Lena moans softly into her mouth.

She shifts her head and parts her lips more and –

And their teeth clack against each other, because Lena’s had the same idea at the same time.

Tears spring to Kara’s eyes and she nearly topples off the bed with how far she retreats from Lena’s hold.

“I’m sorry! Did I hurt you? I’m sorry, I messed it up, I – “

“Hey, hey, no. Kara, that… that was wonderful. And as for hurting me, you didn’t.” A small, questioning, mischievous smile starts to grow on Lena’s face. “But if you did… any chance you’d be interested in kissing it better?”

Kara gulps. “You still… you will want to kiss me?”

Lena’s smile changes Kara’s entire life.

“I still want to kiss you.”

So they kiss.

And kiss. And kiss.

And they don’t stop all night.

#supercorp #supercorp minific #supercorp college au #supercorp first kiss #supercorp fluff

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shadowdianne · 7 years

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Power (SuperCorp ficlet)

A03 Version

The footage was blurry, grainy, and the figures on it couldn’t have been distinguished if it hadn’t been for the blue and red colours that clothed them both. Sitting on the couch of her apartment, Lena took a sip of her red wine before moving forward, eyes narrowed at the slightly less bulky silhouette, the one that took into the sky, above the battered lens of the camera that kept on recording, before plunging down onto the other’s figure chest. Colliding with the other figure like a dart, it sent them both into the small pond that had been at their feet and which seemed to explode in a hundred of shards at the contact of both of them falling from such heights.

The video shuddered and faded into black the moment the first figure stood as tall as it was over the other one, the scheme of red and blue dots on the lens of the camera that had died that night. Humming, Lena leaned back and crossed her right leg over the other, right hand tapping on the knee as she rewind the footage one more time, the figure soaring into the night sky and falling once again.

Beautiful, the word had come into her mind the second she had found the footage, several of the old men that still pegged her for a bad copy of her brother sending it to her in order to show her that both Supergirl and Superman were dangers to the world. Unluckily for them, Lena wasn’t her brother and instead of seeing the danger all she had seen had been the strength behind each impact, both physical and mental, of the figure the entire media dubbed as Supergirl.

Glancing at the still half-full glass of wine, the brunette thought again back to that night, almost a month ago. The bitter taste of the alcohol she had consumed the morning before being rescued was something she could still picture perfectly well beneath her tongue as well as her mother’s words. Supergirl’s resolute expression when she had told her that Kara Danvers’ boyfriend would be poisoned with lead as well a few of those other things she still could see with her mind’s eye. Sucking on her breath, eyes falling again into the figure that stood on her screen’s TV, she followed the line of muscles she wasn’t able to see but knew that were there: The lines that would define Supergirl’s back, each and every corded muscle that created the superhero’s arms, the same ones she had thought on leaning during that day, in front of her mother. And not only just to spite her.

Pinching the bridge of her nose, the young woman blinked a few times before standing up, the light on her apartment casting shadows on her eyes as she picked the glass she had been drinking form before she put it away on the last second, tongue peeking between her lips. Beautiful. The word had come to her unbiased, unapologetic, as she had first watched the footage on her office and had made her stumble as she continued on seeking for those other traits she had grown accustomed on linking to Supergirl; the pose, the way she soared into the sky, slightly different from her cousin, just enough for her to be able to recognize it.

She had called Kara later on the day, giving her a copy of the footage before asking timidly how she felt. The usually bubbly girl had replied with an answer that had trailed off on the static that seemed to surround them both and Lena had sighed inwardly before asking wheatear the reporter wanted for her to show up or not. The dread of not being answered, of being shut down, never came and to Kara’s manifestation of how she wanted to see her Lena had blinked, throat tight and posture rigid as she had turned into her chair, the city spreading beneath her, the shadow of smoking buildings still darkening its skyline.

Even after a month, each time Lena called Kara she feared that the girl would finally say the words she had started to hear on the back of her mind like a mantra; It had been her fault. Her fault of not trying to find something different, something that wouldn’t have put Supergirl into the position of needing to choose. Of Kara needing to choose.

It was in nights like this, however, when she was pretty sure that only she and the Girl of Steel were still awake, she let her mind wander to the blurry footage of Supergirl transforming herself into Earth’s champion. On her mind the girl’s eyes had twinkled with power, the smouldering heat of her laser eyes still tinting her skin red as she had stood in the middle of the almost destroyed pond, legs heavy, each one of her steps making the water ripple beneath her as she crossed her arms, muscles bulging on her costume, face shadowed as she stared upwards.

In reality she knew enough of the girl to realize that she would have probably kneeled in front of Superman and try to wake him even if she herself had ended up badly injured during the battle. However, reality was a luxury Lena decided on leaving behind every night she put the recording, her eyes following the figure as it moved, as it danced, each punch more powerful than the last one.

Lex had seen in that strength something to worry about. Lena saw the raw power that took for the two figures that had fought that night to move upon them, to exist with their strength, with every inch of their bodies brimming with an energy that no human would be able to compete with.

It was, in one word, a turn-on and as Lena took a deep breath she narrowed her eyes, the words “selfish” “arrogant” and the swirling vortex of fears she was used to live with dulling with each breath she took, her mind replacing them with the Girl of Steel, with those bright eyes that could turn darker into the night, when laced with worry and righteous fury.

A fury Lena have seen back that day, cold perhaps, not as raw as it could possibly had been but one that had permeated through Supergirl like a shield, letting Lena admire it, have a taste on it when the blonde superhero had turned to her and nodded, choosing earth. The idea of having another taste echoing on her mind the first time she had frozen the footage on the scene that was now on display on her screen, arms lowered but still bulging with still unspent energy, cape framing a lithe body, shoulders hunched, fists tightening.

“Beautiful” couldn’t even begin to describe her and as Lena sat on the couch once again she caressed the inside of her inner thighs, fingers skimming over the pants she wore, the fabric warm against her skin. “God-like” was, perhaps, a better fit.

Strength could be seen on many forms, that had been a lesson the youngest of the Luthor family had needed to learn from a very young age; pure strength, however, the one that could make anyone’s melt and soil shatter under the weight of it, was something not easily found and whether the rest of National City made the mistake of thinking as Supergirl as strong but nothing like her cousin she, Lena, could see behind the carefully constructed mask that was Supergirl; the strength that it radiated, the strength she needed to use in order to refrain herself, in order to not move too quick, to not breathe for too long, to not stare too hard, to not caress too much.

She wondered, mind hazy, how it would actually take Supergirl to make for Lena impossible to move; two digits pressing lightly on her chest? One? A feathered touch that would transform into electricity running up her arm if Lena actually asked her to restrain her? A word? An order? She could picture the scene, the way she would look up that arm, noticing the tendons, the way veins kept on pumping power to the blonde’s wrist, running up her forearm, covered in that blue she very much wanted to trace, that hugged every single line of those same arms, that bulged and moved behind the surface of the costume, that reached the shoulders and transformed the electricity of her touch into warmth, a warmth she had already experienced when Supergirl had caught her mid-air, chest rumbling, heart beating against Lena’s ears as she pressed her ear into the blonde’s neck’s pulse-point.

Raw, unbidden; that had been what Lena had felt, what she had imagined was beneath the girl of steel’s skin, what she had almost seen staring back at her the day she had asked Kara for that first meet up after the Incident as she liked to call it; a warning she had toyed with.

She moaned, right hand climbing to the lapels of her blouse, parting them as she struggled with the first of the many buttons that closed it, her index finger sleeping beneath the fabric, touching the far warmer skin of her chest, eliciting a whimper that got lost in her apartment’s increasingly dark corners.

She could imagine Supergirl hovering above her, shoulders squared, eyeing her with the same curiosity Lena felt prodding her mind every time she caught a glimpse of the superhero. She could picture Supergirl’s fingers being the ones opening her shirt, caressing her chest, her breasts, one long finger dipping between her cleavage, pushing against the fabric of the laced bra a tad too strongly, ripping it off. She could imagine herself moving forward, capturing the blonde’s by her cape, pushing herself against her chest, laughing into a kiss she would initiate and beg Supergirl to take advance from, mapping lines, drawing red kisses on that skin with her lipstick, nibbling skin impossible to break as those fingers would keep pushing, tearing the blouse apart, making it pool around her elbows before pushing her hard enough against the couch’s back that she would be breathless.

Warmth had transformed into a fire and she kept on lowering her hand, glass already forgotten, on the brink of falling, spilling its content, as she kept on imagining, on wishing.

She could imagine herself licking the lines of those tendons she had seen that day on the blonde’s neck, pushing against the skin. She could imagine asking the superhero to show her how to undress her, to beg her to tear her own clothes apart, closing her eyes for a second before opening them again, drinking on the sight of every angle the slowly falling costume would uncover, the drum of pure power just beneath her fingertips as she caressed the body, moving lower, lower until she could feel Supergirl spasming around her, hot and swollen, dripping on her hand, gaze fiery and hot on her skin, perhaps a little bit too much, just about how she liked it.

Close, a voice on the back of her mind told her, she was close, very close. Close to coming, to calling for her name, for her to hear it how she fantasized, how she kept on imagining, on wanting, on needing and as she finally pushed herself she didn’t bite down the name, letting it rest against her teeth before she opened her lips, a ragged breath coming first as the first initial soared into the sky.

“KARA!”

#supercorp #fanfic #Kara Danvers #Lena Luthor

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lynnearlington · 7 years

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hello lynne!!!!!! SUPERCORP! 4 / 7 / 9 / 12 / 14

So I did almost all of them, but the post got too long for tumblr so...not all of them. (this prompt list was probably a bad idea because so many of them could turn into long fics)

Prompt List Here | Fic Tag Here

4: “Come here. Let me fix it.”

Lena sees the intention in Kara’s motion almost immediately and let’s out a warning, “Kara!”

It stops Kara’s movement before it can harm her poor helpless laptop and Lena laughs at the look of pure frustration on her girlfriend’s face. “Don’t take it out on the electronics,” Lena teases, setting her magazine down on the coffee table as she watches Kara, sat at her kitchen counter.

“The stupid thing keeps freezing on me or randomly deleting stuff and I wanted to post this article before we go out of town.”

“I don’t think punching it into space is going to help you, darling,” Lena comments on a laugh.

Kara mock glares at her, but her lips form an almost-pout that Lena finds endearing. “Sure, but it’d make me feel better,” Kara argues, still eying her computer like throwing it out the window is a possibility.

“Bring it here,” Lena tells her, waving her over to the couch.

“What for?”

“Just come here,” Lena says with a slight roll of her eyes. “Let me fix it.”

Kara does as she’s told, plopping grumpily on Lena’s couch and shoving the computer into Lena’s hands.

It takes a bit for Lena to locate the source of the problem - software or hardware. She makes a mental note to just build Kara a new laptop later, but focuses for now on pulling up a coding terminal so she can comb through the innards of the machine.

“I was really smart on Krypton,” Kara comments, watching Lena’s hands stroke quickly across the keyboard. “Just so you know.”

“You’re really smart here on Earth, sweetheart,” Lena soothes, watching her commands fill the on-screen terminal.

“Everything is so prehistoric,” Kara complains and Lena laughs, watching Kara’s laptop come back to life, the article she was working on earlier still blinking back at them on the screen.

“There.” Lena hands it back over with just a touch of triumph and a little smirk on her lips. It feels good to fix something tangible, to be able to help her superpowered girlfriend in whatever way she can.

“Thanks,” Kara says, turning back immediately to her work. Lena presses a quick kiss to Kara’s temple and stands.

“Food?”

“Duh,” is all Kara says, typing away furiously.

Sometimes Lena is positive that Kara actually forgets she has superpowers. It’s the only answer for moments like these when they’re running late to dinner and Kara is hopping around the bedroom trying to pull on a heel, her hair still a bit in disarray and the strap of her dress twisted over her shoulder. How Kara is late to anything is beyond Lena - it’s as if Kara forgets she could superspeed her way through the process.

Lena watches her through the mirror as she slides an earring into her ear and tries not to laugh.

“Stupid thing,” Kara grumbles, unsuccessfully trying to reach behind her and untwist a strap - Lena can see from here that the attempt will fail.

“Kara,” Lena calls out, finished with her jewelry.

Kara’s gaze snaps around and she turns to look towards Lena expectantly. “Yeah?”

“Come here,” Lena beckons, waving her over as she leans back against the bathroom sinks. “Let me fix it.”

Kara practically stomps over, but does as Lena says and turns to give Lena access to the stubborn dress strap.

“How did you even manage to twist it this bad?” Lena laughs, seeing that the strap can unhook in the back and doing so, smoothing it out with careful fingers before rehooking it.

“I was in a hurry.”

Amused at the grumpy tone in Kara’s voice, Lena smiles before stepping closer and pressing her lips against the strong muscles of Kara’s back.

“Is it fixed?” Kara all but squeaks out as Lena’s lips trail up her back and shoulder.

“All fixed,” Lena murmurs, smiling at the shade of pink that flushes into the tips of Kara’s ears.

When Kara comes home particularly late one night, Lena is waiting for her on the couch. She had received a text earlier from Alex telling her that Kara would be home later than usual coupled with reassurances that she was physically whole, but perhaps emotionally vulnerable.

The expression on Kara’s face when she walks in the door tells Lena all she needs to know about how true that assessment is.

“Hey,” Lena greets, standing quickly and striding towards her. Kara takes steps backwards in reaction, moving away from Lena’s grasp and Lena’s fingers clench, unsure of what to do.

“Hi,” Kara breathes out, but her eyes can’t quite meet Lena’s. It’s like cornering a wounded animal. Kara backs up, one hand positioned just slightly in front of her as if to ward Lena off.

“What happened? Are you okay?”

There’s clear redness in Kara’s eyes and Lena can feel answering tears well up in her own. Kara just shakes her head, jawline tight. “I just-”

It seems Kara can’t find all the words and Lena understands that on a deep level - the way the swell of emotion can overwhelm you and that feeling that there just aren’t words adequate enough to explain it all.

“Kara,” Lena tries, gentle and soothing. She tries to get Kara to look at her, repeats her name in a soft whisper.

Kara finally does, this lost expression on her face that Lena’s not used to. She’s not sure what’s beaten Kara down so badly or what’s currently torturing her. For a moment she considers texting Alex back, telling her to come over and help because Alex always seems to know the kinds of things Kara needs in these moments. But Lena’s afraid that if she takes her eyes off Kara for a second the other girl will bolt away, fly out the window to battle her demons on her own.

“Kara,” Lena says again, taking a careful step forward and trying not to react to the way Kara flinches like she’s afraid to touch Lena. “Come here,” Lena tells her, curling her fingers in a beckoning gesture.

Kara looks ready to protest, but Lena shakes her head, takes another step closer. “Kara come here,” she says, opening her arms. “Let me fix it.”

“You can’t,” Kara says, voice breaking. The sound of it echoes hollowly in Lena’s chest.

“You don't know that,” Lena replies softly, keeping her expression and her posture open, begging Kara with her eyes to accept the comfort.

Kara’s shoulders start to sag a little, hope spiking in Lena’s heart, and her girlfriend takes a step toward her, fingers tangling suddenly with Lena’s in a touch so gentle that Lena almost doesn’t register it right away.

She manages to get Kara fully into her embrace, hugging her tightly around tense shoulders, Kara’s face tucking against Lena’s shoulder. She presses a warm kiss into Kara’s hair. “Let me fix it,” she murmurs and Kara just nods, puffs out a sigh into the skin of Lena’s neck.

7: “I dreamt about you last night.”

Lena’s already on the balcony outside her office when Supergirl lands there with a soft thud of her boots. It’s night after a long work day and Lena has taken to watching the cars pass by far below L Corp Tower, a glass of red wine swirling idly in her hand. It makes her feel a little smaller to watch the cars and the people and look out across National City’s looming skyline. For a second she can pretend she’s just a forgettable cog in the larger gears of the world and not like she has a target painted on her back, eyes on her every move.

“Supergirl,” she murmurs in greeting, exhaustion keeping her spine bowed where she leans against the railing. She can’t imagine what has National City’s resident superhero visiting her at this time, but whatever it is, Lena’s not sure she has the energy for it. “What can I do for you?”

Supergirl doesn’t say anything, just walks over and leans up against the rail next to Lena, looking out in the same direction. “Long day?”

Lena tries not to react to the question, but it startles her slightly to be having idle chit chat with Supergirl of all people. She takes a sip of her wine and keeps her eyes forward. “Not more so than usual.”

A low hum of agreement is all that meets her and Lena is acutely aware of how close Supergirl has come to stand near her. She turns slightly towards the other girl. “Did you need something?”

If she didn’t know better, she’d think there’s a slight blush to Supergirl’s cheeks and a chagrined expression on her face.

“I had a dream about you last night,” Supergirl says, so soft that Lena almost doesn’t catch it.

“I’m sorry?”

Supergirl’s fingers twist together, almost nervously, and Lena didn’t know that godlike superheroes could look so...fidgety. “I dreamt about you last night,” Supergirl repeats and Lena turns fully now to look at her, standing up from her lean.

She arches an eyebrow, almost suggestively, but bites back on the instinct to flirt with Supergirl. “A good one I’d hope,” she says and if it comes out a little flirty anyway that’s not entirely her fault.

It gets Supergirl to laugh a little and she stands up to face Lena. With a shrug and darting eyes, Supergirl seems to struggle to answer. “Just a dream,” she says and Lena feels completely confused about what’s happening. She sets her wine glass down on the small ledge beside her and crosses her arms.

“Do Kryptonians have some sort of…” she waves a hand around vaguely, “gift of prophecy through dreams or something?”

Supergirl's brows come together, but she chuckles a little. “No,” she answers, shaking her head. “At least I don’t think so.” Supergirl pauses, as if considering the idea. “Gosh, I hope not.”

Lena thins her lips, amused. “Weird dreams you’re afraid of coming true?”

Supergirl puts her hands on her hips, looks a little exasperated and shoots Lena a look. “I just had a...dream about you and I wanted to come check on you. Make sure you were okay.”

“I’m fine,” Lena says, fighting the warm feeling in her chest at the idea that Supergirl just wanted to check up on her. “Nothing to worry about here, Supergirl.”

Lena thinks that’s the end of it, figures Supergirl will jump back into the sky again and even makes a move to go back inside her office, but Supergirl’s voice stops her.

“When I first game to Earth I used to have nightmares,” she says, tone quiet and careful.

It feels intimate in a way that twists Lena’s gut. She stays silent, watches the lights of National City play over Supergirl’s face and notes for the first time how young the superhero looks.

“Mostly about my planet...dying. My parents…” Supergirl looks away, swallowing visibly, posture tense. “I’d wake up and the whole day I’d just feel-”

Lena does know what the feels like, has had enough nightmares featuring the maddened gaze of her older brother or the hardened one of her mother to know how that fear and unease can linger throughout the daylight hours.

Supergirl shrugs, laughs, seemingly at herself and sends Lena a smile. “I can’t check on my parents or on Krypton or…”

“I’m sorry,” Lena offers, unsure where this confession is coming from, unsure of what to do with the information or what it seems to imply. All she knows is that National City’s Sweetheart is on her balcony with worry etched into her expression and Lena seems to be the cause for some reason.

“I had a dream about you,” Supergirl says, firmly, but warm. “And I wanted to check on you. Because you’re my friend. We’re friends.”

The word friend rattles inside Lena’s head, twists around her ribcage and she’s unwittingly brought back to the white couch of her office when she finally started to trust the budding friendship between her and Kara. She feels out of depth, doesn’t know when she suddenly gained not one friend but two and one of them symbolizes everything her family has always hated.

“Thanks,” is all she can manage and she prides herself on keeping her voice even, steady.

Supergirl smiles wide, steps forward and puts a comforting hand on Lena’s bicep, the feeling of it bleeding hotly through the fabric of Lena’s blazer. “Stay safe,” Supergirl murmurs before stepping back and jumping back into the sky, flying away with a whoosh that blows a few errant strands of Lena’s hair across her face.

Lena watches the small blur of her for as long as she can, picks up her wine glass and stays out on her balcony until it’s finished.

9: “I saved a piece for you.”

Kara is late. Lena is trying to remain polite, her executive smile still plastered on her face, but her ability to make small talk with stuffy old white men is waning and she’s distracted by the fact that her girlfriend is late. Considerably so.

Part of her is miffed, Kara should have been here ages ago - she knows how much Lena hates these corporate events. The other part of her is worried - she’s sure the thing keeping Kara from the event must be something dangerous or DEO related.

“Please excuse me, gentlemen,” she says in what she hopes is still a polite exit, but she offers nothing else as she steps away from the group and walks across the ballroom to where Jess is standing, checking her phone.

“Jess,” Lena says, pulling her assistant around a large marble pillar and into relative privacy.

“She hasn’t texted, Ms. Luthor,” Jess says immediately, reaching into her bag to hand Lena her own cellphone.

“You’ll tell me if she does?” Lena asks, though she knows the answer. She swipes through her phone to confirm that Kara has not in fact reached out. She considers texting Alex or Winn or anyone just to get a status update, but restrains herself and hands Jess the phone back.

“Of course,” Jess says, putting the phone back in the bag where she keeps things Lena can’t afford to carry around the party with her. Her assistant must notice the look of worry Lena is sure is on her face because she leans a little closer and lowers her voice. “Kara will be here,” she says, trying to sound reassuring. “She wouldn’t miss that tower of a cake.”

Lena eyes the cake in question. It’s huge and when Kara had caught a glimpse of it among the event plans a week ago it was all her girlfriend could talk about for days. “You’re right,” she says with a chuckle, trying to relax. She puts a grateful hand on Jess’s arm, takes a deep breath and returns to the party.

A waiter passes and Lena plucks a glass of champagne off a tray, hoping the bubbly drink will distract her from both worry and boredom.

When Kara finally does show up it’s long after the event is over and Lena is back at home, devoid of her earlier dress and makeup and nursing a cup of tea on her couch. Kara looks tired, but otherwise intact and it settles the worry swirling in Lena’s guts.

“Hi,” she greets, setting her tea down and standing to wrap her arms around Kara’s neck. She presses a quick kiss to her girlfriend's lips.

“I am so sorry,” Kara says, hugging Lena back. “So so so so so times infinity sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Lena says, laughing a little at Kara’s apology. “What happened? I’ve been worried.”

Kara steps out of Lena’s embrace, shaking her head with clear exasperation. “Winn blew up some stupid locker that let out this weird chemical leak and they quarantined the whole DEO.”

“Sounds fun,” Lena says dryly.

“It was awful,” Kara says, walking over to the fridge and pulling out a bottle of orange soda. “I was stuck inside the med bay with Mon-El for like five hours with absolutely nothing to do and I didn’t have my phone with me and all the computers went on lockdown.”

“Everyone is okay though?”

“Yeah.” Kara takes a long pull of her soda. “How was the party?”

“Fine,” Lena shrugs, wrapping her arms around herself. “Dreadfully boring per usual.”

Kara hums, eyeing Lena with a narrowed gaze for a second before her eyes suddenly go wide. “The cake!”

Lena laughs. “Yes, the cake was wildly popular.”

Kara groans, setting her soda on the counter. “I can’t believe I missed the cake. Stupid Winn and his stupid explosive tests.”

Lena steps forward and rubs her hands up and down Kara’s arms reassuringly. “You needn’t worry,” she says, chuckling at Kara’s forlorn expression.

Kara’s gaze snaps to Lena’s, suddenly focused and Lena puts her girlfriend out of her misery. “I saved you a piece.”

“You are so my favorite girlfriend,” Kara says with a sincerity that makes Lena laugh, but Kara kisses her swiftly and the sound is swallowed up between their mouths.

14: “Can I have this dance?”

“We’re married,” Kara says and Lena laughs, reaches across the backseat of the limo to put her hand on Kara’s. “Like married.”

“We are,” Lena says, smiling at Kara’s wide eyed expression. “Are you just now realizing this?”

“We’re married,” is all Kara replies with, blinking at Lena. “To each other.”

“Darling, you were awake for the ceremony, right?”

“I just-” Kara shakes her head, her hair tumbling over her shoulders in pretty waves. “I’m trying to process.”

Lena knows the feeling. In all honesty she’s having a little trouble processing it herself. She twists the new addition to her ring finger around a little and just smiles at her - her - her…her brain stutters for a second before forming the word wife.

“Well, we might want to figure it out before we get to the reception hall and have to dance in front of everyone.”

Kara’s eyes go impossibly wide then and it helps calm Lena a little because she can focus on her wife’s freakout instead of her own. “We have to dance in front of everyone.”

“Mmhm,” Lena hums, tugging gently at Kara’s fingers even though they don’t move from where they’re clutching at the leather of the seat under them.

“I can’t dance in front of everyone,” Kara says, looking at Lena and turning towards her. “I mean my sister will be there!”

Lena bites at her lower lip, “What are you suddenly so nervous about? We’ve practiced it for months now.”

“I don’t know,” Kara says, her voice cracking a little. “I didn’t know I’d be this nervous! What if I step on your feet, what if I squeeze your hand too hard or-”

“Kara, calm down,” Lena says, running a soothing hand up and down Kara’s tense forearm. “You’ll be fine.”

“I am not fine and I will not be fine when I end up breaking your ribs while we’re dancing!”

“Okay, maybe we don’t need to entertain hyperbolic worst case scenarios.”

“I think maybe we do!”

Lena purses her lips before leaning forward to press a small button on the control panel near her seat. The intercom clicks to life. “George, could you pull over near the park please?”

“What are you doing?”

“If you’re that worried then we can cut out the first dance from the reception entirely.”

Lena was sure it wasn’t possible for Kara’s eyes to go wider, but they somehow manage. “We can’t cut out the first dance! It’s a tradition.”

“This isn’t exactly the most traditional wedding,” Lena laughs.

“Still,” Kara protests, but the limo is already rolling to a stop and Lena is opening the door and stepping out.

“Where are you going?” Kara asks, practically hissing out the question and scooting over on the seat to watch Lena exit, white dress bunching up as she steps out.

Lena leans back down to look through the door, extending a hand back into the car towards Kara. “Can I have this dance?”

Kara just looks at her hand, a confused crease between her brows. “Can you what?”

“We can cut it out of the reception,” Lena explains. “But you are giving me a first dance. If it has to be away from our family and friends, I can settle for that.”

Kara eyes the nearly empty park behind Lena, the relative anonymity it affords them and then looks back at Lena’s hand.

“So,” Lena says, smiling down at her. “Can I have this dance?”

Kara’s palm slides across Lena’s and an answering grin finally takes its place on Kara’s face. Lena pulls her wife out of the limo and tugs them a little into the park and behind a massive oak tree.

“There’s no music,” Kara comments even as her arm winds around Lena’s waist.

“Just dance with me,” Lena says with faux exasperation.

Kara grins down at her, pulls Lena up abruptly so that her feet leave the ground and twirls them, their laughter mingling together.

#this tag is for fic #prompt fill #otp: you could have fooled me #supergirl #supergirl fic #supercorp #supercorp fic #mooosicaldreamz

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coeurdastronaute · 7 years

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Giant

high school supercorp au. kara struggling to keep her superpowers at bay around the pretty super nerd. kara hasn't grown into her hero image yet & lena hasn't grown into her name.

There's a giant leading me to God knows where I've got news, I'm going my way Fighting, and I feel I'm getting somewhere All is right, all is right.

From high atop the water tower on the very edge of town, a shadow sat, pushing up her glasses as they fell slightly down the bridge of her nose. Just below, an entire city stretched out toward the sea, the lights bleeding into it, which then bled into the horizon, into the very sky itself. Down by the boardwalk, someone was throwing away old bread and cotton candy while the gulls gulped them down with contented caws that got lodged in their noses. The smell of the freshly cut, end-of-summer lawns wafted through the night, perfuming the last night of summer break perfectly.

Long legs kicked in the night as she leaned back on her elbows and listened to the house down on Juniper Street with the old couple who put on records and let Mr. Johnny Cooltrane wail through the open windows as the screens exhaled with each note so that the porch filled with the sound of summer and mingled with the creak of the ceiling fan that did nothing but push around the warm water. They drank mint juleps and complained about the state of the world before the rocking chair sang along.

At her own home, she could hear the way her adoptive mother hummed to herself as she washed the dishes while her sister typed another email to their father. Up in the hill, in the gated world, a family fought, down on Main Street someone got angry and argued with a parking attendant. Just a few blocks away, a tiny voice prayed for good things and a new bike.

From her spot, her tiny throne, unbeknownst to all the living souls beneath, Kara looked up at the stars and breathed in her last few breaths of summer before the inevitable prison of school came to trap her once again, one final time.

She lasted as long as she could, listening and watching, until she heard the telltale noise of her mother finishing up and letting the dog out, the final steps of her routine. With a sigh, she stood and dusted off the dirt from her thighs before taking off with almost a crack in the air. She flew so high, she could see four towns over, see the mountains, see the lakes beyond them before breaking off and lazily gliding backwards toward her home.

The thing with growing, with really coming into her powers over the past few months, since the last round of holidays, was that Kara had never experienced power like this. Gifted as she’d always been, when her cousin warned her of what was to come, she almost didn’t believe him. And then she threw a tennis ball so far, it was never seen again one evening when taking Boomer to the dog park. And then she ripped the steering wheel off in a fit of road rage. And then she ran to Alaska in under an hour.

Unpredictable surges would happen, flare up, even, and then sometimes they would dissipate to nothing at all. Which was never that big of a deal, unless she was flying, as she was on her way home.

It wasn’t like a prop plane, running out of gas like on Indiana Jones, she realized as soon as it happened. There was no sputtering and no warning light flashing on the dashboard. Instead, there was just falling, graceless and messy, limbs flailing as she bit back swearing and tried to will it back.

And then there was a wall, a thick, hearty, brick and ivy kind of wall that she landed into back first and upside down, though she didn’t do the math until she realized she was laying in the rubble and lifted her head to survey the damage.

With a cough, dust and dirt tried to leave her lungs and dry throat as she took stock of her limbs and senses as best she could.

“Mom’s going to be so mad,” she sighed, letting her head drop so that she looked upside down at the hole.

In the distance she could hear the sound of a golf cart approaching, a radio signal that referenced an alarm being tripped at the Luthor residence. With a groan, Kara winced and tried to pick herself up, stumbling slightly in the rubble.

The hole was almost ten feet wide, decimating an entire section of the tall wall outside of the newly purchased home in the most illustrious and wealthy part of the city. Rubbing her hand along the back of her head, Kara tried to adjust her eyes, grateful that her glasses were only cockeyed and not lost. Through the gap, she looked up at the mansion in the distance and coughed a bit more as footsteps approached.

“I’m in so much trouble,” she realized again before taking off once more and skating by at a much lower altitude.

She hovered just above the treeline as the flashlights and security guards arrived, scratching their heads. Blue lights arrived just a few minutes later, and quickly Kara raced home with a fresh burst of energy.

Boomer woofed outside as she slid into her window and collapsed on the bed, breaking the frame once again.

“Another one!” Alex called over the gentle music Kara left on while she snuck out for just a bit.

“When do you go back to college?” Kara groaned, rolling over and stretching out the soreness of her crash.

She made a mental note to call her cousin and see if he had any solutions for these outages and surges while she adjusted to her new found powers. Balance. She just wanted balance. Normal, honest, simple balance. And a bed that didn’t break.

“You’re going to miss me when I’m gone.”

“Distance makes the heart grow fonder,” Kara reminded her before standing up and lifting the bed and box spring. “I think this one’s a goner.”

“Fifth frame this summer,” Alex nodded, crossing her arms, furrowing her brow, pursing her lips. “What happened to you?”

“Um...I fell.”

“Looks like it.”

“I hit a wall.” With a grunt, Kara tugged the mangled wood from her bed and stacked it in a pile before putting her bed back down as if it were nothing. “Don’t tell Mom.”

“You’re not supposed to be out there… flying,” Alex whispered, her eyes growing intense and angry and heavy. “What if someone saw you?”

“I know, I know,” Kara sighed and tugged her dirty shirt off before throwing it in the bin. “I just…” she paused and held her hands out. It was impossible to articulate, and her family loved her too much for her to make them think she did anything but love them as much, despite the ache that possessed her to do something… anything. “I feel like an animal at the zoo sometimes. I need just a few minutes to stretch my legs.”

“Kara.” It was soft and a warning at the same time. “I--”

“I’m sorry,” she interrupted. “I know I shouldn’t. I won’t.”

“I was going to say that I can’t imagine how that feels,” Alex confessed, sitting on the edge of the bed as her sister dug for a fresh shirt. “I want you to be happy, and safe. I just don’t know how to do both for you. If I did, I would, kid.”

“Hey, girls, I heard a noise,” their mother knocked softly and pressed open the door to her youngest’s room. “Another one, sweetie?”

“I didn’t mean to,” Kara offers quickly. “I just… flopped down.”

“Maybe we’ll just leave your bed like this for a while,” she smiled at her daughters.

Alex gave Kara a look, and she knew what she had to do, even without it.

“I also went out flying and hit a wall.”

“Kara…”

It was the same voice that her sister had, and Kara felt the entire weight of it on her shoulders, which felt anything but capable of bearing the burden at the moment. She could lift a bus, toss a cement mixer the length of a football field, uproot an elm like a tornado, but those familial sighs were too much.

“I don’t know what happened,” Kara explained, her hands moving quickly as she slumped into her desk chair. “I thought puberty was done and that was miserable enough, but this super power puberty is literally the worst. I can feel this new kind of power, and then… nothing. It’s like growing pains.”

“You didn’t get hurt did you?” her mother fret.

The dog came in, oblivious to the moods, wagging his tail and nudging his favorite human’s hand in search of a treat or toy. Kara smiled to herself and ran her hand along his snout before he sat beside her and used her knee as a chin rest.

“No, but you should see the wall.”

“No one saw?”

“No one saw,” she promised.

“What kind of wall?”

“Mom,” Kara groaned and let her head tilt back in defeat before her sister laughed and threw a pillow at her. “It’s not funny.”

“Was it a building? A guard rail? Metal? Flimsy? I want an image,” her mother teased.

“It was a brick fence over at the Deerbrooke.”

“Ooohh, you broke an expensive wall,” Alex teased. “Probably super old, too.”

“I crashed from very high up into the Earth, and this is what you decide to latch onto?” Kara asked, relieved and slightly happier that she wasn’t in official trouble, just the personal kind that she held herself to constantly.

“Seems to be a habit you have,” her sister laughed, tossing another pillow at her.

“It’s okay, honey,” her mother cooed and kissed her forehead. “You’ll figure it out eventually.”

“Or tear down every wall between here and the ocean,” Alex tried to help, earning the same pillow thrown back at her.

“Leave your sister alone,” Eliza pushed her oldest from the room. “She has to think of a way to pay back the damage she caused.”

“Mom! It was on the Luthor’s property! They won’t even notice what it costs to rebuild!”

“What’s the rule?” her mother paused at the door.

“I break it, I buy it,” Kara repeated the familiar motto.

“Get some sleep. Tomorrow is your last first day of school, and you can’t be late.”

“Love you.”

“I love you, too, honey.”

For a moment, Kara sat in the chair and looked at the pile of broken bed frame before turning her chair towards her laptop. Another night, another email to her father serving somewhere overseas, another veiled response about her ‘asthma’ acting up again. To be fair, Kara felt herself chuckle to herself as she told him that she hit a wall pretty hard with it.

She hit send and sat on her window ledge listening to the last night of summer. In the hall, Boomer spread out in the hall between the bedrooms, unsure of who needed him in the moment, and too tired to fight it. Alex kept packing to go back to school for her second year of med school, and that still made Kara sadder than she could admit. From downstairs, a gentle song emerged, faint and barely there, of her father’s favorites, that her mother played with a glass of wine as she read some research too late into the night.

But Kara could have guessed all of that without the gift of incredible ears. Now, she focused on the specific noise of a spot she became quite intimate with not twenty minutes prior. The cops and security guards were all puzzled and confused, at first assuming it to be a meteor or something, though nothing could be found. A man yelled and swore and said he paid too much money for these kind of shenanigans to be happening in a neighborhood like that, while a softer, gentler voice told him to calm down because of his heart. Still, fainter than that, another voice interrupted and asked if perhaps it was a crime directed at them, though they tried to assuage her fears with promises that no one could hurt them.

It hurt the worst that someone could think she was capable of pain. Never before had she so badly wanted to rush over there and tell them that, trust her, she was just incredibly clumsy, not incredibly powerful. The truth was, she was clumsy with her powers, with herself. She just wanted to not be the cause of fear for someone. That broke her heart.

With a heavy sigh, the window froze, her breath chilling it as she stood and rolled her eyes. Kara grabbed a towel from her bathroom and placed it on the ledge to catch the inevitable dripping before crawling into bed and thinking about her final year, and how she still had no idea who she was, and if anything, was somehow farther from who she thought she was supposed to be.

School and senior year brought about its own, intense kind of distraction, which was almost a nice reprieve from the summer and her own personal fight to master her body. The questions became about the future, giving her time to dwell on anything other than her own nagging thoughts. What came was the tests and college questions, the trying out for teams and the assembling a new kind of normal routine that included homework and a part time job and flying to see her sister on weekends when she could. If she made herself busy enough, Kara didn’t have to think too hard about home and how her mother would have had answers.

There were still moments. Still nights spent sneaking out and burning off the energy, of letting herself out of the tiny cage she put herself in to protect her family. Kara felt herself getting stronger, felt it all evening out, whereas before it didn’t seem to be part of her. Now it was as if she began to grow used to it, or at least, she was trying. She took to flying over the ocean, so when she crashed it just made one heck of a splash, and that was all.

And just as she thought she was fine, she crushed a lock in her hand, mangling it completely. A pair of green eyes met hers in the hall and Kara found herself yanking it completely from her locker. Just as soon, the moment was gone, and she bumbled slightly to herself, shoving the mangled metal in her pocket.

With a sigh, Kara leaned her head against the cool metal of her locker in the hall. She shook her head and blushed, mentally kicking herself. Her nerves were her enemy.

“Did you finish that paper yet?” Janey asked as Kara took her seat beside her friend.

Short and sturdy, she was primly dressed and more polished than anyone had a right to be at seventeen. Headstrong and passionate, pulled in every direction imaginable, she was a true friend, loyal and kind, protective and sassy, despite her small demeanor. To Kara, she was closest to a Jack Russell, perhaps. Tiny, but with a terrific bark, and better bite. High strung and possibly manic, if given the chance.

“I, um, I… almost,” Kara admitted, adjusting her glasses.

“I haven’t even started. It’s only October, and I’m already behind,” she complained, surveying her very precise agenda. “I’m never going to sleep again. I’m just going to work. Debate practice, volunteering, babysitting, softball practice, art project, that article on soccer--”

“Why do you do all of that stuff?”

“Because if I’m going to be the next Cat Grant, I have to start now.”

“What can I do to help?” Kara offered genuinely, eagerly, as she was always known to do for just about anyone.

Their math teacher finally stood after surveying the attendance log and making sure his class was there. Kara sat up a bit straighter.

“You could do the soccer story,” Janey whispered, handing over an article outline. “You can have the byline.”

“I don’t want your byline,” Kara sighed. “I have an article already.”

“I will love you forever.”

“I already know this.”

“Seriously. You’re my hero.”

“Anything to keep you from a nervous breakdown before Thanksgiving,” Kara chuckled and flipped through her notebook.

“Lunch is on me. Anything you want.”

“Anything?”

“I’m going to regret this,” Janey shook her head and looked back toward the blackboard.

Kara played with her pencil and forgot about the broken lock, instead electing to dream of what her price for helping her friend would entail. She was thinking pizza. Six of them.

From high atop the water tower on the very edge of town, a shadow sat, pushing up her glasses as they fell slightly down the bridge of her nose. There was a breeze that lazily looped through the world as autumn fell and tucked itself atop the world. For just a moment, Kara allowed herself a bit of escape. Brain, fried from school at sitting placement exams, heart, lonely and missing her adoptive father and sister, she just needed a moment to see how vast things were, and how tiny she was comparatively.

Languid, she rested there, letting her eyes drift to the stars and her legs hang from the side of the water tower.

Not until a scream ripped out in the night, did Kara hop up and search for it, closing her eyes and listening before finding some hint of it. Without a thought, she bolted to a side street just a few seconds away where a woman laid on the ground bleeding. A man in a dark jacket and hat stood above her, yanking at her arms and legs, until Kara arrived and punched him so hard, he hit the dumpster opposite the alley with a tremendous clang. The gun went off as she came in contact with his jaw.

Slumped over, he could barely breathe as a figure stood over him, fumbling with her hood.

“Try to do anything like this again, and I won’t pull my punch,” Kara growled. “I’ll find you,” she promised, grabbing the collar of his shirt so her words aren’t missed.

The assailant could barely think straight, let alone make out her face, and instead, his head lulled to the side as he passed out.

“You’re going to be okay,” she finally offered, approaching the woman who couldn't have been any older than Alex. The woman cowered slightly, pushing dirty hair from her face.

Kara kept her hood up, ducked, stayed under it, grateful to have some kind of protection from being recognized. The woman sputtered slightly as the stranger helped her stand.

“He… he… shot you,” she pointed at the hole in the sweatshirt.

“I’ll be fine. Are you okay?” she earns a nod. “Call the police,” Kara murmured, looking at the hole and covering it with her hand. “I have to go.”

The woman clung to her slightly, thanking her, sobbing, but Kara peeled herself away and ran toward the corner before taking off once more.

Barely able to breath after her little outburst, she didn’t move her hand until she was standing in her own bedroom. Afraid at what she would see, she held her hand on the hole and pulled off her hood. No blood followed, no pain came. Instead, all that she found was a bullet, smushed as if it had hit a steel beam. Held up, close to her eyes, Kara peered at it and lifted her shirt, running her hand over her stomach where nothing but a small, purple bruise formed, already paling. She ran her hand over it a few times, as if trying to remove a stain, and then looked at the bullet again in her palm.

“Golly,” Kara whispered.

Two days after her daring rescue, Kara saw the article in the city paper. Just a small little blurb about a foiled robbery and assault. The assailant kept saying a human tornado hit him, while the woman said it was an act of fate in a red hoodie, a gift from God, her guardian angel. Kara smiled at the description and took a deep breath as she folded the paper and looked out at the soccer field where the teams practiced in the October evening.

Two pizzas, six burgers, and the promise of a milkshake had her waiting around for a sports puff piece, by far, the least favorite of the beats to cover for the paper. But she truly was worried about Janey having a breakdown before Thanksgiving at the rate she was going, and even though her mom was still there, home felt empty and different with Alex and her father, not as fun to go home to being the last one left. Any distraction was a welcomed distraction.

“Danvers, here to cover the best looking athletes at Oceanside?” Jack asked, leaning against the railing of the bleachers. His grin was the devil, and Kara knew it.

The tormenter of her until she grew boobs and about six inches, Jack Thomas had pioneered pulling pigtails and making Kara’s life pure hell since seventh grade. He coined the nickname Manvers, as well as deciding that she shed that moniker Junior year and should marry him to complete the transformation into model. It was an abrupt switch, one that Kara dreamt of as a freshman, and now that she had the attention of the quarterback, she missed being invisible.

“I actually am,” Kara smiled. “The girls’ soccer team. They might actually win a championship this year. What are you guys? Two and three?”

“Listen, whenever you want to finish up that exclusive,” he stood straighter, unbothered by her remarks. A wink came and she gagged before standing and making her way down the bleachers.

Something about stopping a bullet made her a new person, and she had an interview to finish so her friend could put off having an aneurism.

“You look really good, Kara,” Jack offered, gentler as his friends backed off slightly toward their practice. “Do you have a date to the dance next week?”

“Thank you, and no,” she blushed despite herself. “I’m probably going to visit my sister anyway.”

“Well, if not,” he offered politely. “I’ll be there.”

“Thank you, I… um… I should go.”

Kara shouldered her bag and tossed the newspaper in the trash before adjusting her glasses slightly. He ran his hand through his hair, tugging at its ends so that it defied gravity and gave her a smile that tested her resolve.

“See ya, Kara.”

It took a lot of effort to be exceptionally average. Kara had just enough friends to never be alone, her grades were just well enough to be considered smart, but not too smart. Her looks, she tried to balance out with glasses and conservatively dressing. She did a few activities, involved herself just slightly enough. It was a full time job being herself.

Being exceptionally average took a turn when she approached the sideline at the end of practice and introduced herself to the coach, who then called over a few players.

The pencil snapped in Kara’s hand when she saw those green eyes again, this time attached to an entire face and smile and sweaty, short shorts wearing soccer player. She was anything but average.

“I, uh, must have… it… I have another,” Kara supplied quickly.

“If you’re uncomfortable because I’m a…Luthor...” she pulled her shirt up and wiped her face. Kara gulped and felt her heartbeat through her chest. She looked down just to make sure it was still there and not visibly palpitating at the sign of such pale and perfect skin attached to hips and those…

“I’m sorry, that’s… no. Can I start over?” the reporter shook her head, furrowing and decidedly looking nowhere at all but her hands and the notebook they contained after tugging a pen from her pocket. “I’m Kara Danvers.”

“Lena Luthor,” she shook the hand that was held out to her. Kara’s mouth was dry and her brain was in overdrive. Too many smells distracted her, too many noises, she was stuck in overload.

“I’m just…” It lasted too long, the handshake, but Lena was good-natured enough not to notice, or at least pretend she didn’t as Kara snatched her hand away quickly and tapped her pen against the notebook. “I just have a few questions, for an upcoming article about the rest of the season, if that’s alright?”

“Of course.”

“Okay. Here it goes,” Kara willed herself to say words that made sense.

The soccer player smiled politely and took a seat on the bench as the bustle of players leaving for the day swelled around them. She tugged her socks down and tried not to stare too much at the awkward and slightly adorable reporter who pushed up her glasses as they slipped slightly with the movements of explaining.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch the question,” Lena asked, shoving things into her bag.

“I just… I was wondering. Just. Where you came from? You lead the team in…” Lena didn’t mean to be, but she was endeared by the furrowed brow and the flipping of pages which denoted research. “Assists and penalty shots. We were fourth last year, and now we’re sitting in first, going into an easy second half. You’ve, you’ve, you’ve made an impact.”

“I came into a very good team,” the striker disagreed politely. “It’s the team. We’ve been clicking well, and working hard.”

“But you arrived this year?”

“We moved here from Smallville.”

“Senior year? That must stink.”

“Less of a commute for my dad. He wants to set up his west coast office, and it doesn’t really matter. A place is a place.”

“How are you enjoying it?” Kara pressed, wanting to hear more of her.

“It’s not so bad. I have just a few classes here in the afternoon. In the morning I take classes at the University downtown.”

“Golly, you must be smart.” The reporter earned a nod and smile.

“You haven’t written anything down,” Lena nudged her chin at the notebook with a good-natured smile

“Right,” Kara realized, looking down at her non-existent notes. “Sorry. I just. I got distracted. I guess.”

The soccer player grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder before waving a goodbye to a few of the remaining players.

“You’re cute,” she smirked. “Anyway we can finish this on the way to my car? I have some homework to finish at home.”

“I’m cu-... no, I’m… what? No,” Kara stammered and shook her head quite seriously. “I’m sorry. I have just a few more. I’ll stay on track.”

“I like the tangent. I just… I didn’t allot time for it. I would have,” Lena offered quickly, amending her words, “If I had known it were you.”

The reporter tried to ignore the words, distracted with the implications and the small idea that perhaps this soccer player was flirting with her, and so very well, and so very soon after meeting her. Instead, as they made their way to the parking lot, Kara carefully went through her pre-arranged questions, taking notes as they slowly walked. It wasn’t many, but she wished she’d had more prepared.

“Thanks a lot. I don’t usually write sports stuff. I tried to cover it all,” Kara murmured as she shoved her notebook in her bag.

“I think it went alright.”

“Yeah?” she practically glowed. “Good.”

Hanging against the car to her door, Lena leaned her chin on it and stared at the blue-eyed stranger that brightened her day quite unexpectedly.

“We have a game on Tuesday. If you want to come for more notes or another article,” she offered, unsure why, knowing only that she very much wanted to see her again.

“I don’t usually cover sports, just helping out a friend.”

“Oh,” the soccer player nodded, oddly disappointed. “Right.”

“But I’ve never been to a game, so maybe I’ll come.”

“I’m sure I’ll see you around, even if you don’t make it.”

“Definitely,” Kara smiled brightly.

Lena was certain she was the sun.

Perched in her normal spot, well after Eliza fell asleep, Kara surveyed the city and ate her second burger of the night, waiting for something to happen. She could stop a bullet. That was something. She could put out a fire, she learned that a few nights ago. She could punch people very hard and not kill them. Everything was a test, and since she began to flex her newly minted powers, she found that they were easier to control, less haywire, less bulky, more refined.

Happily, Kara surveyed her city, eating her snack, and waiting to be a hero like her cousin. Clark made her promise to never use her powers unless it was absolutely necessary. The common good seemed necessary, or so she told herself. If Clark could save a school bus and keep a plane from crashing, surely Kara could stop a fire and armed robbery. They weren’t that big of a deal.

Her pocket buzzed, and Kara nearly dropped her phone from that height getting it out so quickly. There was only one person who would text her so late, the only other night owl in her world.

Hey, you up? Lena texted.

Just barely, Kara lied.

Is it alright if we work on your science project over here on Thursday? I have to be here when the caterers arrive, or the world will end, according to my mother.

Kara chuckled to herself and rolled her eyes at the question.

Sure. No biggie. You’re the one helping me, remember?

Oh, yeah. Right! Meeting at my house then, chump.

After the article, Kara somehow found herself tagging along with Janey to the game. And when it was over, she didn’t think a certain green-eyed girl would wave happily and invite them both to a tiny party thrown by one of the captains. And she definitely didn’t think that she would have fun, talking and playing games with Lena. It was a new kind of friendship, and it felt good and honest. Kara had acquaintances, not friend-friends.

You’re so good to me, Luthor. Get some sleep!

The sound of screeching tires reached her ears, and shoving her phone in her pocket, Kara tugged down the ski mask and put up her hood before taking off toward the sound on the highway behind her.

By the time she made it home, tugging off the mask and sweatshirt, her shoulders aching with the strain they’d just been under, Kara added another thing to the list of things she can do: stop an out of control, speeding tractor trailer.

The Luthor estate was probably the biggest house she’d ever seen in her life. Kara grew up comfortable, well enough off, never wanting anything. Back home, she was noble, she lived a life of fancy and void of strife. But the Luthor estate was more akin to the castles Kara remembered being enchanted with when the Danvers travelled through Europe sophomore summer. Nestled above the flat expanse of the city, tucked against the gentle rolling hills, beneath tall, waving Spruce trees, the house was quiet and terrifying.

The front yard and driveway was full of people in white coats, carrying in equipment and food, setting up tents and lights. It was a lot of activity to try to figure out.

It took Kara a minute to ring the bell. Standing on the steps to the large house, she felt very unsure how a girl like Lena could want to be friends with her. Lena was already taking mostly college classes. Lena, who scored a lot of soccer goals. Lena, the one who worked in the mailroom of the giant conglomerate her family owned. Lena, who didn’t bat an eye when Kara ate every single snack when they hung out. Lena, who had eyes that were--

“Kara! I thought I heard you,” that voice greeted her. “Did you find it okay?”

“Yeah, not a problem,” she offered quickly, adjusting her bag.

“Sorry all of this is happening,” she mentioned, gesturing to the staff. “My mom is hosting her first fundraiser, and she’s a little scatterbrained. Must make a good impression, save the world, and so on. Come on in.”

“It’s really not a big deal. If anything, I feel like I’m interrupting you helping. I really… we can do this… like… we don’t have to do it today.”

“You’re actually saving me,” Lena stopped her, interrupting a familiar start of a ramble, which she usually let go on a little longer, enjoying the way Kara grew nervous. “I’d have to help a lot more with all this junk.”

“You don’t like it?”

Kara followed Lena through the hall, past a lot of rooms with expensive looking furniture and flowers in every room. Tables with dark blue cloths were littering the landscape of each, but Kara could see the lived in parts before Lena had her follow up a large set of stairs.

“I’ve been a Luthor since I was five, I’ve done my share of dressing up and listening to the same stuffy stories and having to behave.”

“Since you were…” Kara furrowed and followed up the steps, her feet slowing as she thought.

“You might be the only person in Midvale to not google me,” Lena chuckled. “I’m adopted.”

“Oh! Oh, okay. Oh.”

“Come on. Are you hungry? I can call down to have some snacks brought up.”

“I’m always hungry,” Kara grinned before following Lena into a room that led into what felt like another living room.

“Just give me a second. Make yourself comfortable.”

For a moment, Lena smiled and disappeared into another room. Kara heard her pick up a phone and went about making herself comfortable in the form of surveying all she could. Opposite the door, giant windows covered the entire wall, looking out onto the back yard, all tall trees and shadows and pool. The door was closed that led out onto a balcony. The view was spectacular, but didn’t tell her enough.

Kara moved to the bookshelves, noting the heavy lean toward science and textbooks, though a few poetry books were thrown in for good measure, to really throw her off. Pictures in frames ranged from formal events with the entire Luthor clan, to silly candids and pictures with what Kara were sure were friends. Her favorite was on the small desk behind a couch, one of a young, knobby-kneed Lena with a baseball hat on, perched atop her father’s shoulders while a preteen boy waved a foam finger, and a beautiful woman hung on her husband’s arm.

“That was my first birthday with Luthor as my last name,” Lena murmured, leaning against the door, making Kara drop the frame back on the desk. “Dad just bought the National City Hawks. Me and Lex would go to every game in the summer.”

“Sorry. I didn’t-- I wasn’t trying to. I didn’t,” Kara stammered and fumbled with putting it back where she found it.

“It’s fine,” her friend promised, leaning on the back of the chair there. “I think I look quite adorable in that.”

“Yeah, definitely,” she breathed, looking at it again before blushing. “Is it weird, having a new last name?”

“I don’t think I ever had a different one,” Lena shrugged and grabbed a few books before taking a seat on the couch. “It’s kind of an honor. I remember when it was official, my mom hugged me so tight, she always wanted a daughter. And Lionel, he was harder to crack. He tucked me in one night, and told me I was a Luthor now, and that meant family above all else. I had responsibilities and I was going to change the world. Mind you, I was six when it became official,” Lena chuckled and leaned back as Kara joined her. “He said the name gave me power, only when I gave power to the name. Ever since then, he’s been my daddy. A push over. Don’t tell him I told you though.”

“Wow,” Kara sighed, leaning closer as she listened to the story.

“It’s a good name. I have a good life. A good family.”

“I feel the same, I just… never was able to put it in words.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m adopted too.”

“It’s interesting, isn’t it? Being chosen?”

“Do you remember your real family?”

“This is the only family I’ve ever known. They are my real family.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean--”

“I understand, it’s fine.”

“I guess it’s a little different. I was eight when it happened. I still remember my family, my entire life before I became Danvers.”

“I can’t imagine.”

Something about Lena’s intense eyes, the way she tucked herself up on the couch and listened to Kara’s words, truly digested them. In just twenty minutes of being in her home, Kara confessed things she’d never said to anyone, and it was so easy, it was disarming. She looked away, unable to hold a look like that and cleared her throat before opening her bag and digging out a notebook and book.

“Sorry, we should get started. I always seem to be on a tangent with you.”

“Kara, that’s called being friends,” Lena laughed, a genuine, relieved kind of laugh that was infectious.

“Friends?”

“I mean, I don’t have many I consider close, but yeah, I think this is how it goes.”

“Right, yeah. Of course.”

Outside, the sun began to set and the little string lights created an entire universe full of new constellations throughout the backyard. Lena was smart, too smart, Kara realized quickly, as she helped her with physics calculations. It seemed as if she could do them in her head, but was patient enough to be humble about it. Never patronizing, always ready to make Kara laugh, it was the best way to learn earth physics, which seemed like Greek compared to her home planet’s.

Snacks came in waves, which Kara was grateful. Her mother would be surprised that she only ate three platefuls for dinner. Various plates mingled with open books and notes on the coffee table.

“Lena, honey,” a voice called before entering the room. “I can’t decide.”

Lillian Luthor was beautiful. Dark, chestnut hair flowed to bare shoulders. Her jaw was slender, her features slender, though not as sharp as kara was certain they could have been, as if she worked hard to avoid the natural pitfalls of anger. She walked into the room staring at different earrings in her palms. A set of pearls sat against the long stretch of neck.

“Oh, hello,” she finally looked up and saw that her daughter was not alone, or anywhere close to ready. “I’m sorry, I forgot you were having a friend over. It’s so rare. We tend to embarrass our daughter.”

“Mom, this is Kara,” Lena shook her head and groaned slightly.

“Kara Danvers, ma’am,” she popped up and held out her hand quickly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Any relation to Eliza Danvers?” the mother took her hand and shook it warmy, sizing her up, critical without being, making Kara push up her glasses and look back at Lena for assurance.

“She’s my mother.”

“How is she? I used to be on the board of the Children’s Hospital with her back in National City, way, way, way back, well before either of you were born.”

“She’s doing well. She works at Tora doing medical research.”

“Wow, Eliza Danvers,” she hummed, smiling warmly. “It’s been ages. You’ll tell her I said hello, won’t you?”

“Of course.”

“I’ll have to call on her one of these days.”

“I’m sure she would love that.”

“Mom, didn’t you have to finish helping the band find the right place to set up or something?” Lena suggested.

“Which one?” she asked, holding up both earrings, alternating until her daughter picked. “Thank you.”

“We were just finishing up.”

“Lily! Lil, I can’t figure out which tie won’t clash with you!” Another voice echoed down the hall, deep and baritone. Kara heard Lena sigh and shake her head.

“I’m sorry. My parents can usually dress themselves without so much uproar,” she promised.

“I know you like the red, but I think this green one, Lena got me--”

“Lionel, please, Lena has a friend over.”

“Right,” he looked up slowly, slightly disinterested. “But which tie. You’ll end up looking at the pictures and complaining if I choose the wrong one, and I’ll hear about it for the next month.”

“Honey.”

“Lionel Luthor,” he stuck his hand out, which Kara took eagerly, shaking it too hard. “Pleasure to meet you.”

“This is Eliza’s little girl,” his wife offered.

“Eliza?”

“Danvers,” Kara interjected. “I’m Kara.”

“I’m sorry, we’re just not accustomed to Lena bringing friends over very often. It’s a little new to us,” he smiled.

“I bring people over,” his daughter argued.

“She’s embarrassed of us,” he informed Kara as his wife picked his tie and threw it around his neck, beginning to tie it for him. “I suppose we’re doing something right then.” He grinned and winked at his daughter.

“We were just finishing up,” she promised. “I’ll be ready quick.”

“Lena was tutoring me. She’s a lifesaver.”

“I would hope so, she’s been doing those equations since she was ten,” the father bragged. “Don’t be a stranger, Kara. You’re always welcome.”

“Thank you.”

“Come on, let’s let them finish up,” Lillian smoothed her husband’s shirt and jacket. “Kara, we mean it. Don’t be a stranger, and be sure to tell your mother I’ll be stopping by.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“You look beautiful,” Lionel whispered as he was tugged from the room.

“Sorry about them,” Lena smiled and shook her head. “They mean well.”

“Danvers, you’re the one that wrote that article in the school paper about Lena,” Lionel remembered, stopping at the door.

“Yes, sir.”

“I liked it. Have a copy hanging at the office.”

“Dad,” Lena groaned, drawing it out until he relented and smiled. “I’ll be down in a bit.”

“They’re nice,” Kara supplied.

“I’ll keep them.”

With a smile, they went about cleaning up, Kara apologizing profusely for eating all of the snacks, with Lena dismissing it. Most of all, Kara could only think about how she felt like a friend who got to know Lena Luthor.

Walking down the steps, the crowds in fancy dressed already started to arrive. Grossly underdressed, Kara tried not to gape too much. Instead, at the door, she caught herself a glimpse of Mr. and Mrs. Luthor, laughing and standing very close. The look he gave her was nothing short of utter devotion, and the smile she reserved for him, even just in that instant, was all of her joy.

“You’ll get home okay?” Lena worried, observing the dark that settled. “I can have Calvin drive you if you’d like. No trouble.”

“I’ll be alright,” she said, adjusting her bag. “Thanks for the help.”

“Sure, anytime.”

With a smile, Kara took a step and paused, turning back on her heel.

“Do you want to hang out tomorrow? My mom is going to be leaving for a conference.”

“Maybe you’d want to come over and help us eat some of these post-party leftovers?”

“Yeah, I can probably help you out with that,” Kara chuckled, squinting against the light. She watched Lena put her hands in her back pockets.

“Movies and leftovers. I’ll tell my parents.”

“Awesome.”

“See you tomorrow, Kara. Text me when you get home, okay?”

“Yes ma’am,” she rolled her eyes and she loped down the steps and into the driveway.

From atop the steps, Lena leaned against the door and watched her friend with a smile on her lips. She’d been warned often to make sure she chose good people to surround herself, because her name came with people having ulterior motives. For the first time in a long time, the youngest Luthor felt as if she’d picked well.

Never before had Lena been able to say, with such confidence and happiness, that her life was perfect. It was the best year of her life, and it was only just starting. Fresh from her holiday abroad with her family, as soon as they landed on their private airfield, Lena pulled out her phone and texted her friend to let her know she’d arrived.

Come over now! I have great news and cookies!! Kara practically squealed through text.

With a small smile, Lena relaxed in her chair as they taxied to the gate. New school, state soccer champ, best friend, great family, perfect holiday skiing the Alps, internship at her father’s company, accepted to her dream school… the list was one that she never thought she’d ever have.

Not that her life wasn’t already perfect by other’s standards. Perfect didn’t lead to happiness, she’d learned slowly. In fact, it was usually messy and free and unexpected that led to that permanent smile. That was what Kara was teaching her.

“We should have dinner to celebrate the news,” Lionel beamed as he scrolled through his own phone. “Early admissions to your family’s alma mater is something worth celebrating. Where would you like to go, princess?”

Every Luthor since the beginning of time had gone to Kingsmont. When she got the email, Lena felt the weight lifted off her shoulders. Not a disappointment, flashed in front of her eyes as she read the words congratulating her on admission.

“Can we go tomorrow?” she ventured.

“What?”

“She’s been gone from her friends for three weeks, and forced to spend time with her family,” Lillian interpreted for her husband, giving her daughter a nod. “Let the girl go have fun.”

“But it’s Kingsmont. She’s a Scottie now. I’ve already ordered new colors and shirts and scarves and pennants for the family. I got one of those ugly stickers for the car that says Proud Kingsmont Dad.”

“And she’ll still be going there tomorrow.”

“Please, Daddy?” Lena subtly pouted, knowing between her and her mother, he was outgunned.

A look of frustrated defeat, followed by amused acceptance played across Lionel’s face as he looked between the two women of his life. He shook his head and chuckled before relenting.

“Fine. I’ll have Lynn set up something for the three of us tomorrow night. Maybe Franco’s?”

“Perfect. Thank you, Daddy,” Lena hopped up as the plane stopped and the door opened. She kissed his cheek and hugged her mother.

“Don’t stay out too late,” Lillian suggested as she earned a hug as well. “It’s been a long day.”

“I won’t.”

“Tell Kara we said hello.”

“Bye!”

In a second, Lena was down the steps and taking the car while her parents elected to wait for another. She was practically giddy by the time she pulled up to the now familiar Danver’s residence.

“Thanks, Cal. I’ll call you later.”

“Tell Ms. Danvers I said hello,” he smiled, tipping his hat as she closed the door.

Before she made it a step inside the yard, just as the gate was shutting, arms were wrapped around her neck, and it felt as if a boulder had knocked into her side. It was a familiar feeling of a big, floppy puppy that was her friend.

“It’s been too long,” Kara squealed, hugging her tightly. “I missed you. No more whisking off to Europe.”

“I’ll do my best,” Lena laughed.

It wasn’t that she was unaccustomed to hugs and such, but the degree to which Kara latched onto her was new and not entirely unwelcome.

“You have to tell me everything, and I have so much to tell you,” she began to rattle as she tugged Lena toward the house.

“Let her breathe, Kara,” her mother chided as she finished pulling something from the oven. “Hello, Lena.”

“Mrs. Danvers,” she nodded. “Happy belated Holidays.”

“Will you be joining us for dinner? I’ve made plenty.”

“Yes,” Kara answered for her.

“I don’t want to impose…”

“You’re not. We’ll be down in a bit, Mom,” her friend offered quickly, practically sprinting up the stairs. “I can’t believe you’re back. It felt like years.”

“Did you get the chocolate I sent?” Lena asked as she flopped down on Kara’s bed.

The room was not new to her. Lena grew to know it well, felt comfortable in it, just as Kara felt in her own home, grabbing snacks at will from the fridge, driving the chef’s crazy.

“Yeah, I think my mom and sister actually got more than me.”

“What!? How?” she pretended to gasp at the news.

“I may be quick, but when it comes to chocolate, they rival even me.”

“Tell me everything I missed.”

It was all the prompting Kara needed. She went through the holiday, spending time with her sister, the string of vigilante incidents happening in the city, how she got a new laptop for her birthday. It all came out so fast, Lena didn’t have time to ask questions, but she loved watching Kara talk like that. Someone so good and kind and happy, they were just… just… they were the sun, she thought again, soaking it in as best she could.

Exhausted, she watched Kara lay down on her bed and stare at the ceiling, practically vibrating with excitement. Lena propped herself up on her elbow and laid beside her friend. She felt the soft smile on her own lips, the jittery feeling of her own stomach, that felt as if it was lined with sparklers, all going off at one time.

And when blue eyes turned to her own, she couldn’t help but smile.

The sparklers and butterflies soon turned painful, agitated and ornery as Kara told her about how Jack kissed her on New Year’s Eve, and how they’d been hanging out. Like a Luthor, Lena knew how to have a proper poker face, and pretended to smile for her friend.

“And, I just got the email today,” Kara sat up quickly. “I got into National University!”

“I got into Kingsmont!” Lena yelped in return. “Congratulations!”

A second later, Kara was hugging her tightly again, her hot breath against Lena’s neck. She felt the weight of her friend settle atop her and Lena closed her eyes, memorizing it all.

“We’re going to be in the same city, just a subway ride across it! This is great,” Kara beamed as she pulled away. “I mean, if you want.”

“Of course I want,” her friend argued. “I think you’re one of my truest friends I’ve ever had. You’re very important, Kara.”

“I’m… I’m, impor-- I mean. You, too,” she nodded, serious and forceful with her words. Lena tucked a stray bit of hair behind her ear and Kara felt herself blush. She chanced a look at her lips and it was a mistake. Friends. “I bet your dad was over the moon,” Kara offered, sitting up and pulling away.

“He bought the whole campus store, I think,” Lena laughed, closing her eyes and remaining on the bed, shaking her head slightly.

“You’ll have to get me something, so I can rep it a little, too.”

“Naturally.”

“Kara, honey! Dinner!” Eliza’s voice wafted up the stairs.

“I almost forgot the best news,” Kara smiled again as she pulled Lena quite easily from the bed. “Speaking of dads, mine called on Christmas.”

“From overseas?”

“Yeah,” she sighed. “He thinks he’ll be home by June.”

“Seems we’re both ready to have an amazing year.”

“Let’s… can we just…” Kara paused at the door and turned to face her friend before she reached out and hugged Lena again.

Arms slowly wrapping around Kara’s broad shoulders, she felt her inhale and hold it for a moment. Strong biceps held her tightly. Lena all but melted right there on that spot. She would have given her entire inheritance to keep that moment forever.

“Everything is perfect right at this moment,” the blonde explained. She hovered a few inches higher, taller than Lena. It was easy to hug her neck, to hide in her hair. “I don’t want to forget it.”

“It’s only going to get better,” Lena promised.

The butterflies came back, and Lena cursed them, buried them, deep, deep, deep down. It was a selfish thing.

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“Something You Should Know First” - 1st person, Kara’s point of view

I took off my glasses. I had to take a couple steps to put them on the table, and I unbuttoned my top button as I did. I was undoing the next one, when Lena interrupted me. She reached out and stepped in close to me quicker than I was ready to handle. Her hand was on my face and her body so near to mine. I was thrown and had let go the buttons. I looked over her expression, and she hadn’t misread me exactly. She had just seen that I liked her, and she was a little surprised. Her first instinct, though, was to come this close, so obviously she liked me back. But she also had misread what I was doing, so she was about to kiss me. At that thought, I glanced at her mouth without really meaning to, and that made it even more obvious how I felt about her. So she leaned in to kiss me without a word spoken between us.

I got completely swept up in our kiss. If I say she was a good kisser, so good I wasn’t prepared for how it felt, it wouldn’t quite convey the experience. I love to take people flying, because I remember what it felt like to start up again after I stopped for so long. The dream of flight was held in my body, and I longed everyday for what I missed even if I didn’t notice it. I figure that same yearning might be buried in the unconscious minds of people on this earth, and only a handful of them felt it strong enough to have invented ways of flying. So I like that I can help it rise up and bring them to a place they always wanted but couldn’t really imagine before. When it’s just your own body in the air, no machines, the feeling is beyond incredible. And for a second, I experienced something very much like what I knew those people must feel when I lifted them up off the ground. Lena had swept me up, and I was completely winded and unable to speak in those first moments.

Our hands were tangled up in each other’s. So she felt me go stiff and moved back. I made a quick flurry of shakes of my head. A rush of emotions was flooding through me, and I had to become steady even a little bit to keep on with this.

“Wait, wait,” I said, so she would help me stop, because I felt like I might lean in again without meaning to do it and we would kiss again, and then when I told her it would only be worse. “There’s something you should know about first. Something you would want to know.”

Lena’s expression became serious and curious, and she studied my confusing expression. I had to look away from her as I undid the buttons on my shirt and opened it to show the emblem on my chest. (x)

“To Protect and To Love” -- 3rd person, Kara’s perspective

Lena was laughing hard at something Kara had said, and she had let her body shift over to bump into Kara’s. Her arm and hip settled against Kara’s, and Kara easily pressed back to steady the two of them. Kara turned to look at Lena’s expression over her shoulder, and something wordless passed between the two of them. Kara remembered looking at the precise curve of the laugh lines that showed only this close at the corners of the Lena’s eyes, and then looking at the shape of her mouth. She was already imagining the texture of Lena’s lips slipping across her own with a sensation that would feel audible even if she did not listen close enough to hear the soft sound. Lena shifted to come a little nearer, and the back of her hand touched Kara's. Kara leaned in a bit more. Their eyes met. When Lena shifted with a tentative nudge to bring her mouth the tiniest bit closer to Kara’s, just a suggestion, Kara got the hint and leaned over in one fluid motion to meet the offered kiss.

They were silent for a long, still moment, and all of Kara’s thoughts went quiet at the gentle way their lips met and how intensely the soft, almost quiet feel of their mouths touching contrasted with the dancing energy the same touch sent down her own spine to move through both her legs. A wordless thought about she was doing emerged in Kara’s mind, and she startled like she had been shocked a sudden jolt of electricity.

“Oh, my gosh, Lena. I am so sorry. I…” Kara began to stammer.

Lena had been almost smiling. She grew startled herself at Kara’s response. Her mouth made an intentionally casual yet stressed strain.

“Sorry?” Lena said. “Oh, my. That is not where I thought this was going”

Lena laughed in a tiny, strained sound and stepped back away from Kara and the rail. Her hands were held out in front of her in uncharacteristic, exaggerated gestures as she spoke. She was trying to lighten the mood. Kara felt a burn of immense guilt moving up her body, the transformation of the potent energy the kiss they had shared had sent through her. Her eyes burned and wanted to well up with tears. She had grown speechless with a shame that erased the exhilaration she had felt a moment before in the present, erased her age, erased anything that might have steadied her in her response.

“Look, if you’re straight, and… quite committed to that, I mean, I …” Lena began.

“That was wrong,” Kara interrupted her, speaking in stilted and heated stammer, “Of me, I mean. Not of you – not at all. Lena… I mean I…”

Kara watched Lena’s open expression and panicked at her own attempt to forms words she could use to explain. Everything that might come out would be lies, and the truth would be even more dangerous if it slipped. Her instincts sort of kicked in, and she stepped in to hug Lena. She felt Lena’s arms hug her back gently, Lena’s hands touching to her shoulder blades. Her own cheek burned hot against Lena’s cool one, and Kara could not help but notice how utterly lovely Lena always smelled. This made her only blush harder, as she felt even more ashamed of herself for losing her focus and being so self-absorbed.

“I... I love you. Honestly,” Kara said with almost a grimace of pain, as she grabbed her stuff from a chair nearby and began to do a full on panic-and-run. “This wasn’t right. I have to talk to you about this later.”

“Okay,” Lena was saying. Then Lena was behind her, and Kara rushed through the thin balcony door, quickly catching herself and growing careful not to touch it without her focus and crack the reinforced glass. She crossed the restaurant as fast as she could without breaking out into a run or tapping into any of her hidden ability. (x)

“Who Will Win A Night With Supergirl?” -- third person, Kara’s perspective

“You are so sexy to me,” Kara offered candidly.

As she said this, Kara felt a wave of heat break out on her skin. Her heart raced at once. She swallowed hard and felt uncertain whether she was now incredibly excited or desperately abashed. She felt Lena shift subtly on the seat next to her. She touched her glasses, and her hand felt shaky. Lena remained quiet.

“I hope that’s not overstepping,” Kara said, as she turned to see Lena’s face.

Lena was already reaching over to her. She brought her hand under Kara’s elbow and followed the line of her arm to slip her fingers along Kara’s palm in order to settle Kara’s hand against her own. As she first touched Kara’s hand, she focused entirely on their hands touching. She sat biting her lip as she did. She looked up to bring her eyes to meet Kara’s before she said anything.

“I don’t think it’s possible for you to overstep with me,” Lena said.

Her voice came out low in what felt almost a rush of breath. Kara listened closely then to the sound of Lena’s rapid heartbeat. Lena brought Kara’s hand to her mouth and pressed her lips gently to the back of Kara’s hand. Kara could only sit and watch this, as if she had been drawn fully into a trance by the feel of Lena’s soft mouth against her skin and the faint heat and wetness of Lena’s breath that came over her after.

Lena turned back up a little to let her eyes meet Kara’s once more. They looked over one another’s faces for a long time. Lena shifted a little closer. Their movements remained so slow that Kara was made highly aware of the movement of her own breath. She felt as if she were a leaf on the edge of a pond being lifted by the rise and fall of waves and carried in slow shifts towards the edge. Eventually they had titled forward until they foreheads were barely touching. Lena raised her chin. She brought her face closer to Kara’s at an angle that let her brush her cheek over Kara’s such that her mouth slipped across the corner of Kara’s mouth. Then she softly titled her head the other way did the same on the other side. Kara felt her lips parting when she finished, and the corners of her mouth smiling only faintly.

Their lips touched directly and only barely shifted. Kara only realized they were kissing fully after enough time had passed that she felt almost as if she were waking up a bit from some soft dream state. Lena’s mouth was held open, and her tongue brushed over Kara’s lips and then moved against her tongue to lift up sensations so soft and simultaneously potent that Kara felt herself bringing in rushes of breath through her mouth at the feel. This was so much easier and Kara felt so much more herself in this moment than she had ever felt kissing before this night. Where her usual relief at finding herself even remotely compatible with someone would have surfaced in the past, instead a deepening sensation came over her like diving down during flight that pulled her deeper into their kissing and closer to how she felt here in the midst of this experience.

Their hands met between their bodies. Kara felt her hands were warm and trembling as they became held in Lena’s cool and steady ones. As Kara’s heat warmed Lena’s skin, Kara felt her hands steadied in Lena’s gentle but firm grip. Lena brought one of Kara’s hands to the side of her neck and reached over to bring her hand along Kara’s jawline and then slip her fingers into the edge of her hair behind her ear. Lena’s fingers scratched faintly at Kara’s scalp and gently gripped her hair. Kara found her breath halting and her mouth held open, as Lena’s hand made her head tilt back even further. She felt Lena biting her lip as their mouths met again. She shuddered vividly and felt herself shift and settle forward. She fairly pressed into Lena in a profound experience of surrender, and Lena seemed to pause with intense weight of the change a moment before responding.

Kara’s phone nearby on the bench rang. She was so aghast that she made an audible sound. Lena laughed a little at this. They two of them leaned back and looked at one another for a brief moment. Kara turned to get her phone. (x)

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