#supercorp ficlet of sorts

[natalievoncatte]

Kara Zor El Danvers lived in a world of limitless sensation.

Thanks to her cousin, the world knew of her x-ray vision, but her eyesight went far beyond that. She could focus her attention and observe the mechanisms of the cell, or look skyward and see things so vast that they were invisible to the human eye. (She learned in her youth not to tell people that the entire solar system was, from time to time, engulfed in the digestive tract of a space whale so huge that its body was too big for humans to perceive) She could see colors lost to human vision and watch particles scatter off the atmosphere.

He sense of smell was beyond acute; had she the impulse, she could have tracked her family by scent. Her hearing was both gift and curse, as was her sense of taste, which she indulged with abandon thanks to her vastly more efficient digestive system and metabolism.

What most people never thought about was her touch. Kara could shake someone’s hand and read their fingerprint like braille. She was sensitive to the most minute changes in temperature or texture, and at times it could be just as overwhelming and overstimulating as her other senses. Kara learned to embrace it- she was a tactile girl from a race that disdained physical contact, even among lovers.

They had no idea what they were missing.

The first time Kara laid her hands on Lena Luthor was just after she’d arrested the fall of a multi-ton helicopter and dragged it from gravity’s grasp to bring it to rest on the roof of LuthorCorp. She’d checked the pilot first and…

Kara had eidetic memory. Perfect recall. It was another cursed gift, one born of the interaction of perfect healing with her alien brain. She would never forget seeing Lena for the first time. It was hers and hers alone.

Other humans could see Lena’s dark hair and soft pale skin, see the variation between her eyes, one a little more blue than green. They didn’t see what Kara saw; a thousand colors sparkling in those eyes like impossible gems, the heat bloom on her skin following the flush in her cheeks. The thundering of her heart in her chest beat a tempo in Kara’s ears, and then Kara touched her.

It was a simple gesture. No skin to skin, just a hand on Lena’s shoulder to steady her and ask her if she was okay, but beneath it Kara could sense her pulse and her body heat and was dimly aware of the electrical conduction of her nervous system.

It was heady, intoxicating. Even her scent- not the perfume covering it but the scent of *her*, her real scent, shot through with acidic fear, was intoxicating. Kara breathed it in and it exploded in her chest, making her feel a million miles tall.

The meeting was brief. Kara had to deal with annoying robots. There were always robots.

Later, Lena was there again and this time Kara was meeting her. Kara forgot that as she walked in with Kal… Clark. For those first few steps she wasn’t Supergirl or Cat Grant’s Assistant, she was herself, the person she only was around her closest friends who knew her secret. The one who walked tall, shoulders back, with nothing to hide.

Again, Lena was overwhelming. Kara was all but stunned by her, stammering and blushing. She didn’t know if there was love at first sight but first touch, just maybe. Lena’s hand was soft and warm, her grip firm, and Kara didn’t know why, then, that it sent such a jolt through her.

It was not the last time they touched.

Some thugs heaved Lena off her balcony, sending her screaming towards her death. Kara was there -she wouldn’t have had to hear it all over the phone- and caught her. It was a flawless rescue, scooping her from the air. Lena, terrified, clung to her for dear life.

Something happened on the way up. There was a brief, searing moment when Lena’s fear faded and she pressed in tight to her savior. Kara was acutely aware of the bare skin on the inside of Lena’s knee, the feeling of her soft calf against the back of her hand and the pull of Lena’s arms around her neck.

That night, Kara began to have feelings. Imaginings. Feeling silken smooth legs sliding under her palms, delicate hands clutched in hers, fingers laced. Wet skin slick on wet skin and clenching muscles, gossamer curls winding across her flesh in a symphony of pure feeling, hot breath on her skin. Teeth on her neck.

It felt weird, it felt wrong, it felt… predatory. Kara was scared of what she wanted, and how she wanted it- feral, with the wild abandon of an apex predator. Kryptonians were above such things. They were a race of stoic scientists who mastered and abandoned animal lusts and replaced them with cold technology Would she betray her heritage this way, too? She’d failed to keep Kal Kryptonian. What if she lost herself, too?

There were other touches. Soft hands on shoulders and lingering palms resting on arms. Lena hugged Kara and sheltered in her arms, drawing Kara around her like armor, and Kara let herself revel in it. She needed to protect Lena like she needed to breathe air.

Then came another. The Daxamite. The enemy, the lover, the jerk. He gave her touches too. Touches she was supposed to enjoy, supposed to want. Everyone told her so, even Alex who despised and suspected him at first.

She enjoyed it for what it was, and hated it for what it wasn’t.

Then he was gone and she was left again to longing. She tried to abandon the Danvers and Become Kryptonian, but she’d failed. Lena Luthor had gloriously corrupted her and she knew in the deepest hidden parts of her heart that whoever she was, she wasn’t the model Kryptonian youth, promised to the science council. She was Alex Danvers’s sister and Eliza Danvers’s daughter and Clark Kent’s cousin, losing herself in friendship and potstickers and guilt.

In the dark, Kara wept because she knew if she could change it all, if she could go back, save her world and her people, something of great value would be lost.

There was something between them, something terrible, something festering between every touch and it gnawed at Kara more and more with every lingering moment. Joy was shot through with terror when Lena would crowd in close to her, the pair of them giggling wine-drunk like the children they’d never been allowed to be. Children of tragedy, daughters of tarnished fathers, inheritors of legacies too heavy to carry alone.

More and more Lena and Kara let each other press close, each under the other’s shoulder, bearing the weight the weight as one. As one in every way except the one that mattered, until Kara’s heart hurt so much that she remembered those first days on Earth when she’d wished the green fireball had taken her pod too.

Then came the worst thing: the truth.

Kara wanted nothing more than to touch her, to feel skin on skin. She knew if she could hold Lena she could make it better, if she could come just shy of kissing the crown of her head and tell her how impossibly sorry she was that Lena would see, that she would feel and understand.

Instead there was only a wall of ice crusted with poison that shot red hot rancid agony through her veins, like a hot knife flensing her skin as her lungs crushed themselves. It felt like she was dying and she wanted it.

It felt like that the entire time. Every argument, every fight. Kara just wanted to scream. Scream at Lena at Mount Norquay with the ultimate weapon aimed at her heart, scream at her on balconies and rooftops and in fraught rescues where Lena shoved her away. Please just let me hold you one more time.

And then, one day, Lena came back. Kara was doing something meaningless -even with the world at stake she still had to write puff pieces for her asshole new boss- and was pacing around her apartment looking for the will to be human when it felt so pointless, and then she heard the staccato of Lena’s racing heart and pulled open her door.

It was explosive. Kara froze, stunned as if struck. It was like seeing Lena for the first time again, as she stood there with tear-wet cheeks in a winter coat with her arms and shoulders folded in fear, and Kara hated that she was afraid. She watched the invisible spectrum dance across Lena’s skin and was lost in her sea-sapphire eyes all over again and dared not even think the prayer on her tongue, a plea that came to her in Kryptonian first.

“I’m sorry,” Lena began, “I was wrong.”

Kara only heard the pain and knew she had to make it stop. Instinct drove her, the instinct she wasn’t supposed to answer. She embraced Lena with the utmost care, needing only to make it better, to make her precious Lena’s hurting stop.

Despite her photographic memory she would never recall who crossed the Rubicon. Maybe it was both of them at once. Lena touched Kara as she never had before, answering the intensity of Kara’s consuming attention in a way she’d always shied from before. Every flash of boldness from Lena drove Kara more feral and she sucked in a sharp breath as she left a hand print pressed in her door, thinking oh oh Rao I don’t want to hurt her, but if Lena was afraid she didn’t show it.

It all just sort of happened on instinct, like they both just knew what to do. Kara heaved her Lena into the air with a shocking display of strength, quivering with joy. Catching her wasn’t enough, she wanted to scoop Lena up and carry her off like a conquering hero, and she was, this was really happening.

They spoke only once, Kara asking the question. “Is this okay?”

“Yes.”

Kara exerted every ounce of control she had, schooling every movement, commanding every brush of her fingers and movement of her hands. She let herself drink the sensations, etching a record of every facet of these moments that would endure until the end of her days. She’d never felt as alive as when she felt Lena’s body arch under her hands and the buzz in her throat as she cried Kara’s name.

The humans called it becoming one flesh. Kara thought that was silly. Now, she understood.

Lena answered her tenfold, answering Kara’s burning questions with her hands and lips and teeth, almost shocking Kara with her intensity.

To her surprise it was the after she loved most, feeling Lena’s soft, delicate, vulnerable body cradled in her arms, and when Lena sobbed into her shoulder, Kara wept with her and murmured all the promises again and again and again.

Later, after struggles and losses and a strange sense that it was all finally over, the great battles won, the great miracles all performed, Kara formed the metal and crushed the gems into being with her own hands, and would never forget the trembling in Lena’s hands as she circled the bracelet around her wrist.

#supercorp #supergirl fanfiction #supergirl #supercorp fanfic #lena luthor #kara danvers #kara x lena #karlena #supergirl fanfic #ficlet #a companion of sorts to the last ticket #Kara is secretly a feral dom #Kara Danvers is a service top #Natalie writing more pretentious fanfic #Lena knows she can’t hurt Kara and takes full advantage

[eqt-95]

a new kind of romance, pt 4

part 3 | zippers

🧁 | frosting

“Are you… baking?” Kara asked, nose sniffing toward the oven emitting scrumptious confetti-cake smells. She was interrupted only by the already-baked cupcakes sitting on the counter.

“Mhm,” Lena replied, wiping her fingers clean of powdered sugar. “No eating!”

“Wh-what?” Kara scowled, pulling away just in time to avoid a swat. “Why not?”

“They’re for Esme’s bake sale.”

“I don’t remember this being part of ‘godmother’ duties,” Kara pouted, collapsing onto a stool across from three dozen cooling cupcakes desperately wanting to be frosted, sprinkled, then inhaled by Kara Danvers, Girl of Steel and possessor of Bottomless Stomach.

“It’s not,” Lena laughed, “but Kelly called in a bind, and since I had the evening off-”

“To hang out with me,” Kara interrupted.

“-to hang out with you, yes, but I thought you could help me.”

“How?” Kara prodded, scanning the kitchen: the oven held four racks of baking tins, the dirty dishes were already churning away in the dishwasher, and there was a great, giant bowl of homemade buttercream sitting in front of Lena.

“Decorating,” Lena said cheerily. “But first, help me with this. It isn’t quite right; I think maybe too much lemon? Here:”

And then there was a finger.

A finger.

Extended.

Extended and dolloped with butter cream. 

A butter-creamed finger hovering expectantly and Kara wasn’t sure if it was her heart stopping or the world halting on its axis. Because time definitely froze. The warm smile on Lena’s face, the dimples marking her cheeks, the bright spark in her eyes sat in the periphery of Kara’s eyes which were fixed and frantic and hungry, staring hesitantly - obsessively - at the perfectly extended digit.

“T-try-? It?” 

“I need that discerning tongue of yours,” Lena said, and maybe if Kara wasn’t already struggling to overcome all of the thoughts flooding her brain, that comment might have sent her spiraling. Fortunately, that was already happening.

And maybe there was something mischievous glinting behind that sparkle in Lena’s eyes, but that was not something Kara had capacity to process because the finger was not moving.

And maybe subconsciously Kara licked her lips, but that was not something Kara had self-awareness for because the finger was not wavering.

And maybe that sent Lena’s eyebrow arching in a mix of curiosity and daring and her own unsated hunger, but that was not something Kara noticed because the finger was not backing down.

“No?” Lena asked, and her voice was low and caked in challenge. “Supergirl turning down a snack; I might have to-”

And whatever words Lena might have said were caught in a breathy gasp because Kara, automatic and unthinking, wrapped her lips around Lena’s outstretched finger and ran her tongue over the soft dollop of sugary goodness until nothing but the pad of Lena’s finger was left under it. And that’s when Kara registered the expression on Lena’s face and the dilated pupils that made her eyes glow dark and in stark contrast to the brightly lit kitchen.

And that was something Kara didn’t know what to do with. Because the tease didn’t feel so much like a tease anymore, and a line felt very close to being crossed and there certainly wasn’t a world where Lena Luthor would want Kara crossing that line because it wasn’t even a line Kara knew existed - even considered existed - until this moment and what even would it look like to cross that line? Soft and warm and heavenly and perfect and everything Lena Luthor already was but... more?

“Thoughts?” 

None. How could Kara possibly have any thoughts when her mouth was still processing lines and the light, sweet, lemon-zesty flavors and textures and feeling of Lena’s finger and then - then - Lena’s question coming dry and throaty and nothing like her retreating, glistening wet finger?

“Uh.” Gerbils were more articulate. Anything was more articulate. But Kara didn’t have spare bandwidth to weigh in on that. Instead she braced herself against the countertop and breathed in through her nose, out through her mouth.

“Nothing?” Lena asked - teased. 

“I-I just… I uhm…” Kara sputtered, her vision clouding and hands curling against the counter edge.

“Here, maybe you need another taste?”

And yea, Kara was absolutely going to be blamed for the giant crack that appeared in the countertop and blush furiously at the next game night and want to fly straight into the sun because “oh Rao.”

- - - - - - part 5 | could we? wood we?

#and yea i start half of these sentences in the middle of a conjunction. what am i gonna do about it... edit? i don't think so #and no i was not expecting to write these so quickly #but when we're talking about lena and frosting it sort of writes itself? #new romances #supercorp ficlet #supercorp #kara danvers #lena luthor

[asamiontop]

“Lena, you can’t.”

Lena stopped. Her whole body went eerily still as tension coiled out of sight in her shoulders, her neck, her back. Even her ponytail seemed to tighten as the words echoed in her head, Kara’s normally gentle, indulgent voice taking on that glint of steel that Lena, until recently, had associated exclusively with a completely different person.

She whirled and took two threateningly sharp steps towards the reporter. Her pursed lips, the twitch of a perfectly manicured brow, the subtle flexing of her jaw… it landed perfectly. Lena’s expression of barely concealed ire was a blade honed to perfection, designed to make men wither before the look alone lest she unleash something far more terrifying. Kara shrank beneath it like everybody else. Maybe more.

“What do you mean, I can’t?” Lena spat.  Most people who had ever insinuated that Lena Luthor could not do something wound up finding themselves frighteningly wrong, frighteningly quickly. Kara knew that.

“It’s just—it’s dangerous.” Kara entreated, sufficiently cowed by the wrath radiating off of Lena in waves.

“I’m perfectly aware of the risks associated with the misdeeds of my own family, Supergirl,” Lena stated coolly, her voice snagging on the name that contrasted so nauseatingly with the nondescript cardigan and slacks and glasses standing in front of her. “It has never stopped me before. This time is no different. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

She spun on the ball of one stiletto and made to stride towards the door. A hand caught her around the wrist. Warm, dry, careful, even as it caged her as unmovably as iron.

“Lena, please.”

Once more, Lena turned to face her intruder, or guest or whatever. She knew fury was alight in her eyes, knew she couldn’t hide it from the gently beseeching blue that met her. So she let it simmer and dared Kara to look, to face it directly.

“Please,” Kara repeated, just above a whisper. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

In a most un-Luthor-like show of weakness, Lena snorted. She glared at the place where Kara’s fingertips seared like brands on her skin, setting her veins aflame with equal parts rage and longing. She had a facade of loathing to maintain, so she allowed poison to spill from her lips. “That’s rich, coming from you.”

Kara should have released her. Lena had meant for the comment to burn, to make Kara feel the touch the same way she did. But Kara merely followed her gaze, forlorn and regretful. Then she loosened her grip and shifted it with a slow, devastating slide to rest neatly around Lena’s hand. On the way, the pads of fingers traced featherlight paths of fire down the inside of her wrist, tripped over the tendons at the base of her palm, and lingered on her rapidly heightening pulse.

Mortifyingly, all Lena could do was struggle to keep breathing and control the traitorous sigh that wanted to jump from her mouth to land encouragingly against the shell of Kara’s ear. Just as she was about to succeed in wrangling her body’s inconvenient reactions, Kara mirrored the motion with her other hand, reaching for the wrist that had been free from her grasp.

Lena swallowed hard, kept her throat from whimpering and her knees from wobbling, and raised her chin defiantly.

“Lena…” Kara’s eyes were so stupidly, frustratingly earnest. All misty and clear and pointedly difficult to ignore. “I never want to see you hurt. I never wanted to hurt you. I know that I did and I know that it’s unforgivable, but that doesn’t mean you should throw yourself into danger now.”

“Like I said, Kara,” Lena pretended to struggle against the Super’s grip, a little white lie to convince herself she’d put up a fight as Kara besieged her defenses with nothing but gentleness. “I’ve been walking into danger for years now. Because of you and despite you. This is no differ—”

“It is different!” Kara’s volume rose on a cry and her fingertips tightened around Lena’s hands. The Luthor could do nothing but blink at the crystalline fire blazing back at her, the fingertips pressing desperately into her palms.

Kara turned her face away, viciously worrying her bottom lip, sucking in watery breaths and blinking so hard that those crocodile tears Lena had sworn to hate tumbled haphazardly down her cheeks. Lena’s chest shuddered painfully and she watched mutely as Kara fought to regain control after her outburst.

When she turned back, her eyes were red-rimmed and bluer, somehow. Lashes wet, her eternally light mascara just barely smudged. “It’s different, now,” Kara admitted feebly, staring at their semi-joined hands. “Everything is different.”

“Yes, well,” Lena sniffed haughtily, prepared to deliver a dark ‘who’s fault is that,’ and yet her unruly mouth changed course at the last second and she muttered instead, “things may be different between us, but the threats we have to face have not changed. Neither can we.”

She’d sounded much more placating than she’d meant to. Much kinder, as well. It was embarrassingly damning but, miracle of miracles, the kink in her armor seemed to have gotten through to the Kryptonian. Kara looked back up at her, an endearingly persistent tear dangling from her eyelashes. Lena’s fingers twitched with the urge to wipe it away and she almost snatched one of her hands out of Kara’s grip so she could smack it across the back of her own offending digits.

“I can’t,” Kara blinked mournfully and the tear dropped away. She shook her head, pitiful as Lena had ever seen her. “I can’t.”

Well. At least it was a better tune than you can’t.

“You can,” Lena urged, exceedingly gently. She lured Kara’s eyes to hers with the pretense of kindness, pinned her with an almost tender gaze for a fleeting second—a manipulation, Lena reminded herself, not an indulgence—then let her eyes harden. “You can and you will.”

With that demand she jerked her hands in the direction Kara was pulling her, an old self-defense trick, and then away. Some self-assured part of her knew the Kryptonian would release her before ever physically causing any pain. (The cognitive dissonance of that certainty with the barbs she’d thrown at Kara and the heartbreak she’d experienced by her hand was something Lena had become practiced at ignoring.)

But Kara didn’t let go. She followed Lena’s movements to minimize the forcefulness of her decision, but kept her in an iron grip. For a nanosecond, Lena experienced something akin to fear. Kara hadn’t even flinched. It had taken her more conscious effort to make sure Lena wasn’t harmed than to keep her rooted in place.

It was extra embarrassing then, that after the spike of cold dread that shot down her spine, a soft swipe of Kara’s thumbs across the back of Lena’s hands was all it took to soothe her. Even more mortifying that when Kara’s voice lowered and she declared, gravelly and rough, “I won’t,” that Lena felt the assurance somewhere distinctly inappropriate and south of her stomach. “I won’t let you go, Lena.”

Indignant, exhausted, and now decidedly late to her engagement with her villainous brother, Lena lost her patience. “And why the hell not?”

“Be-because…” Kara faltered. Her brow crinkled and her mouth opened and closed blankly and she bit her lip again, turned it vibrantly pinker. “Because it’s different no—”

“Yes, yes, Kara.” Lena’s eyes rolled. She was beginning to lose her grip on the finer points of her Luthor upbringing but what the hell, Lillian wasn’t here to see it. “We’ve established that things are ‘different’ as you say.”

Lena leaned forward into Kara’s space, glaring up at her too-blue eyes and spun gold hair and offensively perfect face. “But let me make something very clear. Nothing has changed for you.” She paused to let Kara choke on that for a second, resumed just as the Kryptonian was about to protest.

“You’ve known who I am this entire time. Known more about me than most, I might add. You knew, every time I stepped in to help Supergirl and the DEO, exactly who it was that was standing in the line of fire to save your sorry ass. And all of this time it never bothered you, not once, that I was putting myself in danger.”

Kara pursed her lips, her eyes wide and panicked, and swallowed dramatically.

“What is different,” Lena continued, willing herself to stay cold, “is that now I know who you are.” She imagined herself stabbing an accusatory finger in the center of Kara’s chest. “I know now that the person who went behind my back, who mistrusted me for no other reason than my name, who enlisted the people I cared about to betray me was also the person who once made me feel the safest I’d ever felt.”

Hm. That wasn’t supposed to have slipped out that vulnerably. Lena shouldered past it.

“I know now that the person who believed in me, who I’d grown to care for, to lo—” she halted abruptly. Evidently this was the time many of her little boxes decided to eagerly try to slam themselves open. Lena needed to get a hold of herself. She cleared her throat. “The person I loved as a dear friend, was the same one that Reign almost killed. The same one that risks her own life day in and day out for the people of this city.”

If anything, Kara only looked more confused now. Lena was, admittedly, confusing herself a little bit, letting unmoored and unresolved feelings get the best of her. She had to haul her small tirade back into control.

“Surprisingly, that was one of the most difficult parts of your little revelation,” she sneered, “realizing that someone I lo—” damnit Luthor, get a grip, “that someone important to me, had been on the brink of death so many times and I hadn’t even known. I hadn’t even been given the chance to care.”

Lena shook her head, shrugged as if that fact hadn’t gutted her repeatedly and left her in a drunken stupor for days. “What really helped me overcome that hiccup was you,” she added, sickeningly sweet. “When I realized that you, Kara, were watching me do the same without batting an eye. Without caring at all.” Lena snarled, refused to let Kara eke out her adamant refusal. “I figured, if Kara can do it, then so can I. Why should I care when she doesn’t?”

Lena chuckled darkly. “You see, Supergirl… you—as the ultimate role model for how indifferently you and I should treat one another—have absolutely no excuse to flutter in here and tell me what I can and cannot do. Nothing has changed for you.”

She made to pull her hands away once more, with measured, deliberate finality. This time, Kara allowed her to slip through her fingers. One inch, two… a few more and Lena would be free to go handle the latest crisis and then hide away in the bottom of a bottle after this soul-crushing conversation.

At the very last second, Kara latched back on. She closed her hands around Lena’s fingertips and, with barely any pressure, froze her to her spot.

“That’s not true,” Kara argued weakly. “It’s… it’s not true. I always cared Lena.”

“Well,” the young Luthor huffed, “regardless of whether or not I believe you. If you cared then and you claim to care now, still nothing has changed. Let me go.”

“No,” Kara persisted. “It’s a trap, Lena. You’re going to get hurt. Or worse, he’ll take you or, or, kill you—”

“And why do you care?!” Lena finally broke. Her voice cracked on her yell and her eyes began to burn. “You never stopped me before, never hesitated to come ask me to intervene or—”

“Because I didn’t know what it was like to lose you!” Kara snapped back and Lena’s mouth snapped shut. Kara blinked intently at her for a few moments, shocked into silence at her own admission, long enough for it to settle heavily over them both.

When she spoke again her voice was soft, broken. “I… I was awful. And selfish. And a lot of things I will regret for the rest of my life. And I told myself it was all for the best, because I was scared of losing you. There was this vague idea in my head of how horrible it would be to not… to not be a part of your life anymore.”

Lena scoffed. She’d heard this before. Kara only squeezed her fingertips entreatingly and continued.

“But then… then you found out and we fought and I… Lena, I had no idea. I had no idea how much—how much it could hurt. When Mon-El left Earth I… I was sad but I wasn’t devastated. Losing you, hurting you, broke me in a way I’ve never felt before.”

Lena tensed all over, bracing herself against the confession. Her jaw went tight, her nostrils flared, her chest shook but her heart, traitor that it was, slammed hard against her ribcage trying, against her best efforts, to get to Kara.

“I can’t begin to imagine what I would do if I lost you for good,” Kara added miserably. “I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself… or the world… if I lost you before I got the chance to… to try to fix this.” She stepped forward and looked imploringly into Lena’s eyes.

“I want to fix this, Lena. Us. Whatever it takes.” Kara’s hands grew bolder, wriggled up to fully envelop Lena’s once more. “I’ve never felt this way about another person. And maybe that’s why it took me so long to recognize it. Maybe that’s why it took losing you for me to really understand how much you mean to me.”

Shakily, Kara released one of Lena’s hands. Then, achingly slowly, she raised her fingertips—up, up, up until they hovered a breath away from Lena’s jaw. She paused, giving Lena a chance to retreat from the touch. Hopeless as she was, Lena didn’t budge.

Hopeless as she was, Lena leaned weakly into the cradle of Kara’s palm when it curled delicately around her cheek.

Kara’s thumb traced a wet arc over her cheekbone and Lena’s eyes fluttered closed. She felt the gentle, damp press of its pad at the quivering corner of her mouth. Still, she didn’t recoil. Still, all her heart screamed for was more.

Kara puffed out a breath cracked with relief and disbelief. “I love you, Lena.”

Piece by piece, Lena crumbled. The kinks in her armor became chips, became fissures and rent her into pieces. She had so much vitriol stored up to launch at Kara in response to that confession. So much hurt, turbulent and vengeful, roiling in her gut and so much anger, lack of understanding, disbelief.

But all she could muster was a defeated “damnit, Kara” and a watery sob before collapsing into the safety of the blonde’s arms. Because what’s a soul to do when it hears the siren call it’s been yearning for from the person who unwittingly brought it to life?

Kara caught Lena against her chest, shifted to ease the blow and enveloped her instantly. She cupped the back of Lena’s head, tucked her other arm around her shoulders and held as tight as she probably dared.

As she stained Kara’s cardigan dark with her breakdown, Lena became aware of a cheek pressed into her temple, tender fingers stroking her hair, and a gentle shuddering of Kara’s shoulders as the reporter, too, lost her composure.

Lena lost track of how long they stayed that way, how long it took for the feeling of imprisonment to fade beside the blinding relief she felt within Kara’s embrace. She cried and cried and wrinkled Kara’s clothes in her fists and, damn everything, felt like she’d come home.

“This doesn’t fix anything,” she hiccuped.

“I know,” Kara murmured into her hair.

“‘I love you’ doesn’t fix anything,” Lena insisted, still indignant.

“I know, I know,” Kara keened mournfully, “and I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for saying it, I’m sorry for not saying it, I’m sorry for everything, Lena. I love you so much. I want to stop hurting you. I want to put the pieces back together, however you’ll let me. Please, Lena. Please let me.”

Kara was sobbing now, begging and pleading into Lena’s hair and for all intents and purposes, on her knees for the young Luthor.

And Lena could cite Kara’s weakness, her prostrating herself at Lena’s mercy, for what she did next. She could cite it, but she’d be lying. Because it was the confession that dislodged something jagged and bleeding from Lena’s heart. Three basic, overused words that cut through all the gnarled twists and turns of her and bared the knotted, aching, nerve that held the truth of it all.

“I love you too, Kara,” Lena mumbled near inaudibly into the soft wool. Near inaudible was plenty audible for a Kryptonian.

Kara reared back, wild-eyed and stunned. She stared at Lena intently, shocked and speechless and heartbreakingly hopeful. Her mouth twitched silently around a ‘what’ of impossibility, so Lena beat her to the punch.

“I love you, too,” Lena repeated, watching the blue of Kara’s eyes illuminate with the words. She opened one of her hands and set it to rest over the thundering in Kara’s chest with a faint, blooming smile. “‘I love you’ doesn’t fix anything, but it’s a start.”

#and then they kiss #so help me idk how to make a cut on mobile I am truly sorry for all the scrolling byeeee #supercorp #idk what happened #I opened my phone and this thing just sort of unraveled #now it’s midnight and I still don’t know what happened #any grammar wrongs in here belong to yours truly #ficlet #angst. it me.

[fazedlight]

Fandom creators tag game

Thank you @waytooinvested and @fabulousglitch for the tag!

1. What sort of content do you create, and what is the thing you’ve made that you’re most proud of?

Proudest fic - There are a few I tend to choose from, but right now it's Even Though You're Kryptonian

Fanvid - My Rise vid

2. What fandom(s) do you create for?

Supercorp. (And a very tiny amount of Dansen and soon Rojarias.)

3. What is your current favourite ship (or brotp if you prefer), and how controversial is it?

Supercorp!! I don't think it's a controversial ship, lol.

4. For your answer to question 3, are they canon?

They are to me 😌

5. What was your first fandom, and how old were you?

My first obsession (and still greatest love) was Xena. I started watching the show a few episodes into season 1, when I was 6 years old. It was very formative.

That said, I didn't really get involved in any fandom communities until Supercorp (in early 2022).

6. What is your most unhinged fandom creation to date?

I don't think I get super unhinged, but as a pilot I did like creating this dumb incorrect quote.

7. Do you remember what started you off creating fandom content, and if so, what was it?

I was getting frustrated at not being able to find certain types of fics, and it struck me that... I was allowed to write my own.

8. Do you let people you know in real life see your fandom creations?

Yup! My partner read my first two fics in support, and several of my IRL friends have read at least one of my fics because I didn't have the good sense to keep that information to myself when I was getting started. It's mortifying lol. But my friends are very cool people.

9. How do you feel about fanworks of fanworks? Has anyone ever made something based on a thing you made?

Fanworks of fanworks are amazing!!! I've been incredibly lucky to have that happen three times (post), and gotten asked for permission for a different continuation and a podfic that may eventually happen.

10. What feeling do you most often try to evoke with your creations?

Angst. Longing. Bits of compassion too.

11. Has someone ever paid your work a compliment (in any form) that has stuck with you, and what was it?

I love each and every one of my commenters ❤️

Honestly, the compliments that stick with me most are "I came back to reread this" or "this idea is still living rent-free in my head" type comments. I think that's what all writers and artists want - to feel that their art lasted in someone's mind beyond the first time seeing it.

12. What’s your favourite thing someone else has made that you’ve seen in the last 24 hours (and link it if you can find it again!)

Technically it was more than 24hrs ago but this art by @awaitingrain is so fucking cute!!

13. Give a small sneak preview of something you’re working on right now (eg a couple of sentences of fic from a WIP, a gif set theme, a small piece of a larger picture, whatever you feel happy to share)

I have a ficlet (that's getting out of control), here's a snippet:

Lena was cozying into the warmth of Kara’s body, when Lena spoke. “I’m thinking of visiting my mother’s house soon,” she said shyly. “I want to find out more about her. Where I came from.”

“That sounds lovely,” Kara said softly.

“Do you want to come with me?” Lena asked.

Kara hesitated.

14. Have you ever seen/read anything made by the person who tagged you? If so, what was it and what was your favourite thing about it? (pick a favourite if there are several)

Both of them are on my reading list 👀

15. Do you leave comments on fandom works, and if so how would you describe your comment style?

Some of my comments are very simple, some of my comments are very long. I've tried to get more consistent about commenting ever since starting to write, because I know how important it is. Unfortunately, I also read a lot less now that I'm writing more.

16. How many works in progress do you currently have? Will you finish them all?

I have 5 WIPs! I'm very confident I'll finish them all.

17. what’s the longest it’s ever taken you to finish a fandom project?

I guess my worldkiller Kara fic took a bit over 3 months, though part of that was spacing with the Supercorp Big Bang.

I tend to write fast. One of the things I'm actually trying to do is slow down to fill out the story a bit more.

18. Describe the thing you made most recently in a way that is technically true, but also completely misleading. Link the thing if it’s published!

Lena has a bad day in the lab (Clockwork).

19. Do you ever engage with fanworks for a fandom you’re not in? Which one(s) and how did you get into it?

I totally engage in fanart from other fandoms that cross my dashboard, particularly korrasami. I don't tend to read fanfic of stuff I haven't engaged in, though.

20. Recommend a fan work from your fandom to your followers

This fanvid is probably my favorite in the entire fandom.

Suggested tag list, but there are no rules here, follow your heart.

A mutual you have never actually spoken to but think seems cool - oh there are so many of these!! I am tagging @mssirey who I don't think I've had a proper convo with yet

The most recent person whose content you engaged with (eg read a fic, reblogged art, whatever form you feel best fits) - @thealieninhiding (though by the time I finish this very long post it might be someone else lol)

Someone whose content you saw via tags/reblogs and you followed them because of it - @jadedloverart!

Someone in your fandom that you think makes cool things - @ekingston

Someone in a different fandom that you think makes cool things - tagging @thatonebirdwrites who makes korrasami stuff too

Someone you always tag on things like this - I'm not sure there's someone I always tag but I'll pick @nottawriter as one of the people I frequently tag when I do these things

Someone you have never tagged before - @rebellionbear have I tagged you before?? you are cool so I am tagging you!

Someone you would like to get to know better - @femslashhistorian

Someone who makes art you like - @awaitingrain along with others above!

Someone who writes fics you like - @luthordamnvers along with others above!

#ask game #mel stuff

[sssammich]

fanfic writer questions

Thanks for the tag, @foibles-fables

1- How many works do you have on AO3?

i'm at 122 right now (wahoo!)

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

794,634 (i am on a mission to 1 million in the next couple of years)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

well i've been around many a fandom block, but i'd say for current brainrot:

supergirl (mostly supercorp, but i have a smattering of rare pairs because women, amirite?)

swan queen

bumbleby (i also still have so many rosebird dreams i'll get there someday)

makayuro (with a smattering of rare pairs also because women, amirite?)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

well unsurprisingly, ever since plopping down on supercorp fandom, the numbers have been from there. but shoutout to my victorious fic from 2012 holding strong lol

evergreen, closest i get, not for nothing, you've got mail, and one way or another

5. Do you respond to comments?

yes yes absolutely!! sometimes i am late and sometimes i just leave it in there so i can have it stay unread but anyway i try to respond and i appreciate everyone who sends them to me. i have historically been a oneshot writer so it's been nice also to get comments on wips!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

oh shoot angstiest ending?? well i think i would say my supercorptober ficlet about memory loss of sorts might tick that (it ends kinda idk open but not bad, i will say)

but then there's also this one old soccer RPF i wrote that's more, idk, poetry than any real fic about one of them leaving lmao

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

the happiest ending? i mean all of them, i reckon. if they end up together or have a promise of together then they count lmao

8. Do you get hate on fics?

uhhh none that i've seen? i mean if it's in the comments, no? but if it's elsewhere, then also no? i have been fortunate in that way

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

OMG YES I AM FINALLY IN MY SMUT ERA

uh i reckon comedy smut for now (read DickFic here) but the day is young and my doc is empty so who's to say

but i have dreams for some sad smut because i'd like to develop the range LMAO

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

surprisingly, i do not. what i instead do is just little spin through five fandoms at any given time and just confuse myself that way

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

unfortunately yes. twice now. once was for my victorious fic that was used for a 5th harmony RPF lmaooo

and then on thanksgiving weekend, the first chapter of Crepe AU was posted by an anonymous for a The Wilds ship (but my friends rallied to get it taken down so i didn't have to send a takedown form to ao3 while i was traveling home)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope but that would be totally rad

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

i love fic writing group work so yes! i have a series of sad angsty women that i have with my best friend in my revue starlight fandom, and then, of course, @sideguitars and i have 'humans in the storeroom' (that reminds me it's my turn to write the next part smh)

i also like jumping into writing sprints or writing exercises with folks (like a round robin)

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

let's not do this, i shan't pick amongst my children

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

so far all my wips are things i wanna finish and will do my best to finish. i have a couple of retired wips that will just sit in my ao3 forever and i have made peace with them, though.

16. What are your writing strengths?

i wanna say characterization, pacing, emotional resonance, and a simple and natural writing style maybe

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

action?? plot??? proper AUs lmao

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i do not because i find i butcher it and also then i cringe lmao

19. First fandom you wrote for?

oh written for but never posted? hermione/ginny

posted for? god probably All My Children (bianca and maggie) when i was like a teenager hahahahaha

20. Favorite fic you've written?

sorry no can do i love them all because i wrote them and there are so many things i enjoy about them. but i will say that the writing events circuit i've done this past year (supercorp bigbang, bumbleby big bang, and swan queen winter solstice) are born out of a lot of labor of love and i'm really proud of the work i've done for them.

and not for a writing event, but i am also extremely proud of re:live for mayakuro fandom-- that one makes me think that if i never wrote for that fandom again, that that's a really good fic to end on)

No-pressure tags, of course: @sideguitars, @eqt-95, @fazedlight, @luthordamnvers, @vox-ex, and @waytooinvested

(yall have probably done this before but here it just in case!)

#fic writing meme #sam lore

[ao3feed-supercorp]

to make you feel my love

by LuthorLPendragons

This will be the only time, she knows. The last time.

"I love you."

Lena thinks that something dies inside her, that day.

...

Lena kills Kara, and thinks about everything. Sort of.

Words: 489, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/F

Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor

Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor

Additional Tags: Angst, alright so i honestly don't know what i just wrote, my first supercorp fanfic, Metallo Lena Luthor, Lena Luthor Needs a Hug, Hurt Kara Danvers, Hurt No Comfort, it's not the metallo lena universe but it does have metallo lena, Love Confessions, Ficlet

from AO3 works tagged 'Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor' https://ift.tt/MSNsXW4 via IFTTT https://ift.tt/MSNsXW4

#supercorp #Kara x Lena #Kara Danvers x Lena Luthor #karlena

[from-a-reckless-writer]

dove down my rabbit hole of wips and one of my wips isnt a wip anymore! so here, have some gay shit....

“Kelly wants to get married in the woods, I want to get married in Midvale. So, apparently, our wedding will just happen via Zoom. Her in the woods, me at the beach. Ain’t that just fucking grand?”

Alex comes through the door like a hurricane covered in leather. Her helmet lands on Kara’s counter loudly. Her keys haphazardly thrown somewhere in the general direction of the bowl by the door.

“Then have two weddings.”

Alex follows the voice and her eyes zero in on her sister’s best friend.

Lena is sitting on the floor of Kara’s apartment, wearing an oversized sweater. Her dark hair spilling down her shoulders softly. A hand wrapping around a wine glass, the other typing on her laptop, not even jumping in the slightest at the commotion that is Alex’s entrance.

Alex plops down on the couch sighing loudly, not even batting an eye at this utterly domestic scene that is her sister washing the dishes with Lena Luthor on the floor of her apartment.

Lena doesn’t comment at the Danvers’ Sisters antics and Alex doesn’t call them out on the ridiculousness that Lena and Kara are still keen on keeping up.

The three of them already well desensitized to one another’s preferred brand of bullshitery.

“You know, sometimes I forget you're a rich-ass bitch and then you say shit like that and suddenly, I remember,” Alex says, smoothly snatching the wine from Lena’s hand.

She finishes the entire glass in one gulp and Lena rolls her eyes. Alex had finally proposed to Kelly the other week and well, that meant this week all of them had fallen victim to the Olsen-Danvers wedding debacle. It seems today isn’t the day that that whole dilemma is going to stop.

The wedding, of course, was still a few months away, but both parties were stressing about it as if it was going to happen immediately the next day.

Kara swoops in then, mussing up Alex’s hair, earning her an annoyed Hey stop it! before putting down another wine glass and pouring for Lena. Her arms are still wet from washing the dishes.

Lena murmurs her thanks and continues what she was saying, “Well, since you’ve finally remembered that I’m a billionaire. Let me pay for two weddings.”

Alex chokes on the wine.

“What? You’re kidding me, right?”

Lena continues typing, ignoring Alex’s shock, you’d think she didn’t just offer to pay for a wedding.

“Well, I mean, I’m never gonna get married,” Lena explains, “but if you let me do this, I can brag around that I’ve paid for two weddings. Not to mention I’m gonna make two brides very, very happy.”

“Or,” Kara interjects, lowering herself on the opposite side of the couch, perfect for Lena to lean back between Kara’s legs and lay her head on the side of her thigh. “You can just wait for Kelly to get here,” Kara says, pointedly. “Talk it out like normal adults and reach a compromise.”

Kara’s hands start to snake their way from Lena’s hair to Lena’s shoulders, massaging, all too aware that Lena won’t stop whatever it is she’s working on on her laptop till everybody gets here.

Lena lets herself melt and closes her eyes, sighing as Kara’s fingers dip at the junction of her neck and shoulder with just the right amount of pressure.

“I don’t wanna get married in the woods, Kara.”

Lena opens one eye to take a peek at Alex, who looks exasperated, her eyes pleading, gulping down another glass of wine.

“Don’t tell me,” Kara replies. “Tell Kelly.”

“The bugs, Kara,” Alex moans. “Imagine the bugs, and the moss and the ughhh.”

She dramatically thumps the back of her head on the couch.

“Imagine the soil. Clumpy wet soil. Eurgh. Ew. What if I fall face first in that? What if I trip over a stupid tree root in my heels? In my wedding dress?!”

“Alex, you don’t even have a dress yet,” Kara deadpans.

“I thought you were gonna wear a suit,” Lena adds.

“You two suck.” Alex pouts.

****

The rest of their friends arrive and Kara finally succeeds in prying Lena’s work laptop away from her. Alex was already teasing the line from tipsy to drunk by the time Kelly comes through the door.

“Let’s get married in Vegas!!!!” Is how Alex decides to greet her fiance.

Kelly laughs, gives her a peck then answers, “As much as that sounds like a very convenient wedding, I don’t think Eliza would appreciate that, baby.”

Alex frowns at being rejected, sags against the couch and crosses her arms. Why does Kelly always have to be right?

“How much has she had to drink?” Kelly turns to Kara.

“Uhh ask Lena. She made her switch to whiskey.”

Lena—who Kelly thinks was way too busy nuzzling against Kara’s neck to even answer her question—mumbles something that sounds like “S’was just two glasses.”

Kelly just shakes her head, makes Alex drink a glass of water. Her ring making a clink against the glass.

“Alright, what if,” Nia sing-songs, eyes sparkling with mischief, “we just settle this whole wedding thing with Charades?”

Nia claps her hands together like some gameshow host and Kelly takes a deep breath through the nose.

She’s been to enough Game Nights to know where this is headed.

Everybody else was intoxicated enough to accept the suggestion as a grand idea, not at all even thinking that: Hey, isn’t this something we should all take seriously?? Maybe ask the brides what they want, maybe???

Kara nods enthusiastically, agreeing immediately, “Oh!! That’s a great idea! Fun and fair at the same time!”

“Olsen vs. Danvers. Brides get to pick their teams.”

Nia pulls a white board out of nowhere, uncaps a marker and writes “Team Danvers”, “Team Olsen” separated by a neat line in the middle.

“Are we really letting Nia take charge of our wedding venue?" She hears Alex whisper from where she has her tucked at the crook of her neck.

Kelly sneaks a glance at the chaos happening before their eyes; Brainy already claiming to be on Kelly’s team, J’onn shaking his head opting to be the game scorer instead and refusing to participate, somebody’s shouting about: NIA, DREAM PROJECTIONS AT CHARADES IS CHEATING!!!!

Guess this is their life now.

Kelly smirks, boops Alex on the nose and says, “Scared you’ll lose, Danvers?”

****

Alex loses by three points.

“How was I supposed to know you were gesturing 'Transformers'!?!” She barks at Kara, throwing her hands in exasperation.

“I pointed at Nia!” Kara huffs, incredulous at the fact that her sister is blaming her.

Nia lost them a point too!

“What does Nia even have to do with it???” Alex’s voice grows higher in pitch. Her brows furrow in a mix of confusion and frustration.

“Trans, Alex. Trans.”

“Oh my God,” Alex groans. “How are you this dumb?”

And that was the story of how Kelly got her dream wedding.

****

The frenzy finally dies down, some time between Nia making up another drinking game and J’onn making her sit back down. A movie that none of them were watching provides a background noise to the almost lazy atmosphere. Kelly and Alex were pressed close on the far end of the couch, enjoying the temporary quiet.

“Guess we’re getting married in the woods, huh?” Alex murmurs.

“I guess we are,” Kelly whispers back. Alex beams at her, grinning dopily at the thought of finally getting the ending they deserve. It would be the perfect day, she has no doubt about that. No matter where they are. It would be perfect because they got there together.

Alex can’t wait.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing.”

Alex continues to smile stupidly, nudges her nose to Kelly’s.

“Just— I don’t really care where we get married, I guess.”

“Oh yeah?” Kelly raises an amused brow at her.

“Mm-hm. So long as you’re the one walking down the aisle.”

Alex presses their lips together, breathes Kelly in deep and for the first time that night, she feels that the future isn’t so scary, even though there is still a very large possibility that she might trip over a tree root on her wedding day.

Somebody interrupts their kiss.

“She’s only saying that ‘cos she lost.”

“Shut up, Luthor.”

****

“Text me when you get home!”

Lena hears Kara call loudly after her sister, before closing the door. Game Night has officially ended and as usual she’s still here. She’ll always be here, she thinks for a brief moment. The thought holding more depth than it should.

Kara didn’t even question her when everybody began filing out and Lena just started picking up the discarded dirty plates and walking them to the sink. They’re well past the point of asking each other if the other would stay over.

It was already some unspoken rule.

Already well past the point of Lena wanting to ask Kara what the hell it is they’re doing.

She’s bent over the sink, scrubbing—Kara doesn’t own a dishwasher for the sole reason that she finds doing the dishes therapeutic—when Lena takes a glance over her shoulder.

Kara is sitting on a high stool near the counter, casually flicking through her phone. It was Lena’s turn to do the dishes tonight. Once upon a time her doing the dishes would have resulted in a fight. “I can superspeed the dishes. Why would you even want to do them?” A statement that would be met with an eye roll.

Kara has learned not to fight her on it again, after around the 7th time that Lena had stubbornly insisted and Supergirl got doused with dishwashing liquid.

And now, it’s become some sort of routine, Kara does the dishes after lunch and Lena does the dishes after dinner. Oh, how the paparazzi would kill for this—Lena Luthor Knows What A Sponge Is?

“Is it true when you told Alex you’re never going to get married?”

Kara decides to break their quiet.

“Yeah, pretty certain about that one, why?” Lena turns around, cocks a curious brow. If she’s being honest she’s beyond certain that she’s not going to get married. She always jokes about how she’s married to L-Corp but it isn’t till now that she realizes how true that is, and...how lonely.

“I don’t know,” Kara murmurs, not meeting Lena’s eyes. “I just like the idea of you getting married, I guess.”

“What?” Lena chuckles at that; genuinely confused but still curious.

“Well, I mean—” Kara wobbles through her words.

“I guess, I just— I like the idea of you walking down the aisle...in a white dress,” Kara muses.

Then, “Or a suit!!” she quickly amends. “If you wanna wear a suit, that is. That can totally be arranged, you know?” Kara waves her hand around and it’s like now that she’s started, she can’t stop.

And Lena’s just standing there, water still dripping from her elbow, unsure of how to feel about Kara imagining her getting married. Quite an incredulous scene isn’t it? Her getting married? What a crazy thing to say, an even crazier scenario to imagine!

She snaps out of it, realizing Kara’s still rambling.

“I have no objections whatsoever with that, if you wanna wear a suit. And yeah, you know? I just— I like that idea. I like the idea of you dancing to your wedding song. The idea of you exchanging your vows, the idea of you-”

“Kara,” Lena decides to put a stop to it, since it’s clearly evident Kara won’t be stopping any time soon. And Lena's feeling way too many things that she doesn’t want to feel at the moment. She’s sure that she’s going to feel more, if she doesn’t put a stop to it herself.

“I’m well aware that it’s the best friend’s job to help with the bride’s wedding,” She says, “but, darling don’t you think you’re putting just a bit too much effort into this? Certainly seems like you’ve thought about it a lot.”

At that, Kara’s cheeks turn a light pink, squirming sheepishly under Lena’s questioning gaze.

Shouldn’t Kara be thinking about her own wedding? How beautiful she would look walking down the aisle. How her blonde hair would look so nicely with her dress. How happy she would finally be after finding someone she could share her life with. Not that Lena's been thinking about those kinds of things. No, of course not. That’d be hypocritical of her at this point. Why would she even— Why were they even talking about this again???

Lena tries to rein in it, tries to focus on Kara again; hands finally finding a dry towel, hesitantly walking into Kara’s space to hear the blonde more clearly.

“Well, I mean- Like I said, I do really like the idea of you getting married,” Kara repeats herself slowly.

And before Lena can come any closer, “Like the idea of you getting married…to me. More specifically,” Kara adds more quietly.

“What?”

Lena stands frozen.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard y- Kara, did you just?”

Lena’s heart is pounding away in her chest. Did she hear her right? Did Kara really just—

Lena’s a step away from her and Kara uses this to her advantage. She pulls Lena closer, tugging at her wrist, the towel dropping from Lena’s hands. Kara summons enough willpower to stare into Lena’s eyes.

“I like the idea of you getting married to me, Lena Luthor.”

“Kara, I’m sorry- What?” Lena jerks away from her, the words finally landing.

“Is that a no?”

Kara lets her go. She can’t focus on Lena’s heartbeat to assess the situation more. Kara’s own heart is betraying her, drumming so loudly in her ears.

“Uh- no, that's definitely not a no?” says Lena hesitantly, eyes wide, breathing nervously. She turns away from Kara for a minute to take a breath, hands fidgeting about.

She whirls around again to face, mutters, “You do realize marriages are for people who are—”

She pauses.

How do you exactly phrase that wedding proposals are for people who are actually in some kind of romantic relationship? And not for people who casually stay over every goddamn Thursday without fail?And okay, maybe sometimes, in a much different reality, would willingly commit fratricide to save the other? And in an also much different reality, willingly expose a secret identity to save the other?

Lena can’t find the right words.

“Oh, I don’t know, Kara,” Lena scoffs, shaking her head disbelievingly. “Marriage is for people who are actually dating each other.”

Kara takes her sarcasm as a good sign and pulls her in again.

“Well,” Kara begins. She can hear Lena’s heart thumping erratically, now that Kara’s gotten her bearings.

“We can always have our first date after the wedding, right?”

Aren’t they well past the point of dating anyway?

She’s got Lena standing between her legs now, her hands wrapping around her waist.

“First date and honeymoon all in one. That sounds great, doesn’t it? I can fly you wherever you want, Paris, Maldives, hell I even have a Fortress in the Arctic, if you’re into that.”

Lena stares at her, blinks once, twice; shakes her head and lets out a noise between a laugh and a scoff.

“Kara Zor-El, you are one ridiculous woman,” She breathes, putting a hand on Kara’s cheek. Because what else is there to say? This whole conversation really is ridiculous. But at the same time Lena feels like she’s floating? Like this may be the best moment of her life, and of course, it’s going to be ridiculous. This is Kara she’s dealing with, after all.

She doesn’t know what she’s going to do if Kara reveals this to be just some sort of joke.

But the way her blue eyes are piercing through Lena’s, so earnest and so warm, argues otherwise.

“So, what do you say? Wanna get married?”

“Are you serious right now?” Lena asks, still unbelieving. This is beyond crazy. They’ve fought aliens and monsters and traveled through time but this? This is just beyond crazy.

“Lena, do I look like I’m joking? And besides, you’d already offered to pay for two weddings, why not pay for our two weddings, instead?”

She shakes her head again, let’s herself fall closer to Kara, lets out a laugh against her neck.

“Mm. You want a Kryptonian ceremony too?”

“Yeah.” Kara’s voice turns shy. “If that’s alright by you.”

“Of course, that’s alright by me. I’d be honored.”

Her heart feels more than full at the thought of Kara wanting to share that part of her with Lena. She’s always had some doubts whenever the topic of Kara’s Kryptonian heritage arises, always half-afraid she’s overstepped on something that isn’t hers.

But looks like there was nothing to fear all along.

“So, we’re getting married, huh?” Kara wiggles her brows, her face breaking into a wide grin.

“Yes. Mm-hm,” Lena hums against her. “I do. I’d marry you. Let’s get married.”

“Seal it with a kiss?"

****

“Hi.”

Lena blearily opens her eyes, follows the soft voice, her bare back being caressed by the sun filtering through Kara’s curtains.

“Hi,” She whispers back. All this feels much too like a fever dream. She’s half-tempted to pinch herself just to check. She’s woken up beside Kara a million times before but she’ll never get used to the sight of soft golden hair and sleepy blue eyes.

Kara gives her a soft peck and the feel of her lips sends Lena reeling.

The previous night was a whirlwind in her mind’s eye. The moment Lena murmured her 'Yes, please.', Kara kissed her passionately. Once they broke away, Kara had zipped around the apartment, Lena too dazed to even ask what it was Kara was looking for.

She watched as Kara tore off a keychain from one of her bags, curled the keyring to fit Lena’s finger and whispered, “This’ll do. For now.”

Kara had kissed her knuckles reverently, her lips making Lena’s blood sing in her veins. The feel of mangled metal fitted just for her left hand is an imprint on her soul. A promise of more to come.

They didn’t make it out of the kitchen the first time. Kara had lifted her by the waist and set her down on the kitchen counter. Which was a good thing, because Lena couldn’t feel her legs after.

They didn’t make it to the bedroom the second time either. She had tackled Kara onto the couch, pinning her wrists together, licking at the shell of Kara’s ear. “My turn now,” Lena had whispered. The way Kara shivered underneath her was enough of a reward. How long had they been waiting for this?

Flashes of last night had her hips bucking slightly unto Kara’s leg sandwiched between her own, but before it could escalate further...

“I have exciting news to share,” Kara tells her.

“Really?”

“Mm-hmm,” Kara hums, now nosing at Lena’s hair.

“What is it?” Lena asks.

“I’m getting married.”

“Oh you are?” Lena plays along.

“Yes. I’m getting married to my best friend,” whispers Kara, almost conspiratorially. “How cool is that?”

Kara looks giddy with excitement and Lena knows she’s mirroring that exact same expression right now.

“Mm. Very cool, darling.”

Kara giggles and they trade more lazy kisses before Lena breaks away to breathe.

“Quite a coincidence though,” Lena husks out against Kara’s lips.

“Oh really? Why?” Kara asks, tries to keep a serious neutral face despite her nose scrunching up in that cute smile that Lena can’t resist

“I’m also getting married,” Lena confides, “To my best friend," she adds, eyes flashing. "Isn’t that great?”

“Very great.” Kara nods slowly, blonde hair falling into her face, a hand running through dark tresses.

“I love you,” Lena whispers, her lips brushing Kara’s softly.

“I love you, too.” Kara kisses her harder then, her hands lazily wandering along Lena’s skin.

They lie there quietly for a few moments, basking in the morning glow and then, “Alex will kill us.”

Lena snorts, twists in the sheets and says, “I think your sister is too busy planning her wedding to even think about plotting our murder.”

read follow-up here.

#im praying we get a dansen wedding u guys #anyways yeah this is something they would totally do right? #get married on a whim #if u see a typo no u didnt #oh and also im still working on the prompts u guys sent me so there's that #thats the majority of my wips cos im one slow writer #happy supercorp sunday lovely people #supercorp ficlet of sorts #the reckless writer writes #supercorp #rcklss writes

[justmickeyfornow]

A Smile for Hire

“I'm sorry Ms. But you just don't have enough experience to work at my shop.” the owner said, standing behind the counter and putting down Kara’s resume, flipping it around for her. 

Kara was desperate. Desperate was an understatement of how desperate for a job she was.

“B-But what I lack in experience I make up for in my social skills.” she explained, “I'm the friendliest walking thing you'll ever meet. I make kittens look like devils and puppies like monsters. I'm so friendly that there's an urban dictionary word in my name that means extremely friendly." she continued before frowning, "But please don't look that up."

“There’s just nothing I can do. I don’t have the spare time to train you nor do I have enough employees to do that.”

Kara deflated, normally she would plead her case for the next hour or so being annoyingly persistent until someone hires her. But she has had the same conversation with the same type of owners of several coffee shops, restaurants, pizza parlors (that one she had to walk out of there herself before the interview because she knew she wouldn’t be able to resist eating the place down to bankruptcy) and many other places.

Just as Kara was about to take her resume and leave, the door of the coffy shop opened and normally she wouldn’t have noticed something like that, but the scared expression of the owner tipped her off.

A woman with expensive looking sunglasses clad over her eyes walked in. Her hair was in a neat high ponytail and her expression was very much annoyed. She gave them a look, as she walked, though Kara wasn’t sure where she was looking with her sunglasses covering her eyes, and marched on high heels to a secluded table.

Kara looked back at the man who seemed to be contemplating his life choices of whether or not he should go there and take her order.

Kara sported a bright smile on, “Listen. If I can take that woman's order and get her in a better mood, would you give me the job?”

He gawked at her, “You do realize who that is? That's Lena Luthor. If she's in a bad mood, there's no talking to her until she's had her espresso. If you go anywhere near her, she’ll bite your head off, no matter how friendly you are.”

“What did I just say about the kittens and the puppies? What did I just say? I’m not just friendly. Friendliest than the word friendly.”

“Lena Luthor does not like friendly.” He muttered under his breath. But out loud he said, "Fine. You get her to order a full meal without lashing out at you and get her to smile then the job's yours. 

Kara fist bumped the air, “Yes!”

She quickly took off her coat, straitened down her black jeans and button down shirt and put on her best smile. 

As soon as Kara reached her table, Lena spoke without looking up from the tablet she was reading from, "Let's start with my double shot espresso. And then I'll decide on what I'll have for lunch."

Oof, didn’t even spare me a glance. Tough crowd. Kara thought hesitantly. She was beginning to think that this was going to be harder than she thought. How was she going to use her friendliest smile when the lady won’t even look at her.

“Umm, yeah coming right up. A-anything else I could get you to brighten your d-”

“Yes. You talk too much. Get me another waitress.”

Kara was taken back by that, “Well, that wasn’t very nice. I barely said two words to you.” she mumbled under her breath.

This was much much more challenging than she thought it would be. 

She shook away her negative thoughts and tried again, “I know I’m supposed to be serving you and not the other way around but could you maybe possibly do me a favor and smile?” Kara almost begged.

That guaranteed a look from the woman, and Kara was not ready to meet deep green eyes such as hers. “Excuse me?” she sounded offended

And Kara immediately realized how that sounded, “Oh no no. Not in the 'give me a smile, sweetheart' kind of way that men usually shout at women. At all. I respect women. I worship women. Women are the future. I'm surprised there hasn't been a woman president yet! I once told a woman to punch me in the face because I was in love with her.” That got a thoughtful look to be put on Kara’s face, “Though, maybe I was in love with the idea of her. I’m not too sure anymor-”

“I get it! Then what did you mean?”

Kara blushed, just now seeing that maybe she did talk too much, “I'm trying to get a job here and I kinda maybe sorta have a deal with the owner over there who's eyeing me that I could get you to order something without you sticking the fork in my eye. So, do you maybe think that's possible.”

A perfectly lined eyebrow raised up in question, “I don't know. That fork is awfully tempting.”

Kara smirked at that, because she clearly dug that hole for herself, but she could play this game, “Well, if you'll let me read you our lunch menu I’m sure you could find something else that might tempt you.”

Kara felt the woman rake her eyes up and down her body, before reciprocating an equally flirty smirk, “Maybe I already have.”

Kara’s eyebrows went up, “Wow, I feel extremely objectified right now but somehow I'm not complaining. It could be because you're really pretty and I'm a gay mess.”

The woman chuckled and Kara decided she loved the sound of it. And with a quick side glance, the small chuckle seemed to earn a shocked gasp from the owner over there.

“You seemed so sure of yourself when you were ready to read me the lunch menu.” 

“That's because food is easy.”

The woman sat back in her chair comfortably, “Well, then. How about you order for me?” 

“You'd risk that? A stranger ordering your food for you?”

“You're no stranger. I know more about you than I know about that man behind the counter whose cafe I’ve been coming over everyday for the past year.”

“How so?”

“Your name is Kara Danvers. You are currently looking for a job. You're gay- Oh, forgive me. You're a gay mess. And you have a charming personality.”

Kara sported a dopey grin, “You think I'm charming?”

The woman ignored the question with a smile, “You also graduated from National City University. With a degree in Applied Linguistics and a minor in Journalism.”

Okay, now Kara was confused, “Wait, how'd you know that? And how did you know my name, I'm not wearing a name tag.”

"Your resume was on the counter when I walked in and your name was on top in all capital letters. Would've been impossible to miss."

"Not to the owner apparently. He's called me Kieran twice in the 3 minutes of our conversation."

The woman smirked playfully, "Kieran suits you actually. It goes well with your hair."

Kara chuckled, bowing down dramatically, "Then, it is settled m'lady. I shall change my name to Kieran."

The brunette giggled at that and Kara again noticed from the corner of her eye the owner gawking. Must be a rarity then. It's a shame too, this woman had the most beautiful laugh. 

"I hate to press you, but I do need to take your order at some point or I don't think I'll be hired."

"Oh yes, right. I'll just have the Caesar salad with the dressing on the side and the avocado toast." 

"Right away."

Just when Kara was about to leave, she felt a soft hand grip her wrist. She looked back to find the woman looking hesitantly at her.

“I hope this isn't too forward, but I'm actually in the market looking for a new assistant. Is that something you would-" she paused, "-be interested in. I would understand if you have your eyes set on this place but I can assure you the job I'm offering would come with countless benefits and-”

“Yes!” Kara shrieked

“Oh, are you- are you sure?” 

“The question is, are you sure you wanna hire me?! I have no experience being someone's assistant!”

“Well, technically you'd be my second assistant. Sort of like-”

“I will gladly be whatever you want me to be!”

The woman blushed profusely, “Oh, well that’s unnecessary. You will get a job description of what is expected of you obviously.”

“Again! Whatever you want me to be!” Kara exclaimed, “I’ll be a foot stool if you want me to!” she then paused, “But not in like a sexual way or anything. Unless you...”

“No!”

#Supercorp donation commissions #sorry this took so long #life! #this is really just a bunch of dialogue i put together #Don't know if there was a story in there #it was inspired by a wlw story that a friend was talking about #i have no idea what show/movie/thing it is from #i think it was portuguese or dutch or something of the sort #to be honest i wasn't really listening #i was just writing a supercorp in my head about it while my friend was talking #it's a nasty habit #but it happens a lot #supercorp #supercorp fanfiction #supercorp fiction #supercorp ficlet #My writing

[griddleshark]

i know u used to do little ficlets. would u be down to do a little thing of enemies to lovers college supercorp?

ill try!

Lena hated a lot of things. She hated the way her mother always made cream of mushroom soup when she was sick even though Lena didn't like mushrooms. She hated school mandated PE classes. She hated the way nails sound on denim. And she absolutely hated Kara Danvers.

Kara Danvers and her smug smirk when she would make a three-pointer in basketball at the rec. Her stupid hair that always looked perfectly disheveled. The way her dumb biceps always strained against her shirt sleeves. The worst thing was the way Kara was so saccharinely sweet to everyone she met. No one is that nice.

Lena hated all of it. She especially hated that Kara was friends with all of her friends.

Glaring a hole into her drink, Lena listened intently as Andrea and Sam complained about the lack of hot girls at this party. Both of them were dealing with recent breakups and wanted to find someone to get on top of. (Apparently, Lena was out of the question because "that would make things weird".)

Lena was fine not participating in the conversation until she heard Andrea's voice perk up. "Hey Danvers," her voice was silky, like she was trying to flirt with the blonde. The thought of anyone flirting with Kara disgusted Lena. Who would willingly engage with her?

Her green eyes darted up from her drink and she glared at the intruder. Her blonde hair was down and it looked like she'd been running her hand through it. Her gray joggers fit annoyingly well and of course the t-shirt she wore allowed for everyone to see her muscles. It was obvious she knew how attractive she was, and that was another thing that irked Lena.

"Hey guys," she gave the trio a toothy grin. "How're you liking the party?"

Lena didn't hesitate in wanting to stomp on Kara's pride. "It sucks."

Something flashed in Kara's eyes. "Oh?" she took a sip of her beer, "is there anything I can do to fix that? I don't want to be a bad host."

Sam interrupted Lena before she could start a new attack. "Is your sister here? Me and Andrea have always sort of had a crush on her."

Pointing to the stairs, Kara nodded. "She's over there rolling a joint."

Without another word, Sam was grabbing Andrea by the wrist and dragging her over to Alex before anyone could argue. Now, Lena was left alone with the bane of her existence and she wasn't drunk enough to deal with that. She lifted her cup and chugged what must have been 4 shots of rum.

When she lowered the cup, azure eyes bore into hers. "You don't like me."

Lena scoffed. Of course she didn't, but she didn't want Kara to be proven right. "I have no issue with you."

"Bullshit. Every time I'm around, you look like you'd rather be dead than be near me."

"Not everything is about you, Kara." Lena responded coldly.

Without warning, Kara was much closer. Close enough for Lena to smell her soap, and the mint on her breath. She could see the individual stitchings in the blonde's shirt. Feel the heat radiating off of her body. See the flecks of gray in her eyes. "I'm going to be honest with you Lena. I like you, but why do you hate me?"

"I don't like how cocky you are. How you're so obviously trying to win peoples affection by pretending to be nice." Lena's voice was steady and calm, even though all she could focus on was the way Kara's tongue poked out to wet her lips. And that one bead of sweat that was running down her throat like a lone raindrop on a desert plant.

Kara's arm was resting above Lena's head as she looked down to speak to her. Lena cursed herself for not wearing heels for the party. She hated how tall this ape of a woman was.

Kara's voice was gentle in her ear, the complete opposite to how Lena had been acting towards her all night. "I like you Lena, romantically. I promise I'm not trying to be fake nice and I never have been. I've been hoping you'd see I just want to be a good person and make you smile."

Lena was not drunk enough to deal with this. She didn't know why her heartbeat was so erratic and why her tongue was suddenly dry. Of course, she found Kara physically attractive, she wasn't blind, but Lena wasn't going to let that drive her actions.

"You're annoying." She croaked out. Her throat was dry and burned from the cheap rum. All of her thoughts were telling her to kiss Kara, and some very specific dreams came to the front of her mind again. Kara hovering over her, peppering her neck and chest with kisses. Her hand in Lena's underwear, touching her just right.

Those dreams always caused Lena to wake up drenched in sweat and in need of some alone time. She always felt guilty afterward because Kara was not and will never be her friend.

Kara didn't try and argue with Lena though. Instead, she pushed off the wall and gave Lena a curt nod. Turning on her heel, she was about to leave into the crowd of people but something in Lena reached out and grabbed the blonde.

"Wha-" Kara didn't get to finish her thought. Lena's lips were on hers and the two of them were kissing sloppily. Long nails dug into the base of Kara's skull and Lena whimpered when she felt her body being pushed into the nearby wall.

Pulling away momentarily, Lena caught her breath. "I'm willing to hear you plead your case," and then she kissed her again.

#supercorp #supercorp fic #ficlet #ask #anonymous #send me stuff if u want me to write something but pls be specific my brain is small

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Compromised, a Supercorp ficlet (Part 1 of ?)

Another confrontation with Lena is inevitable, but not before Kara finally meets the new face of Leviathan. Or rather, an aspect of Leviathan who now seems to be looking for something more.

"I seek a better world," the woman clad in green tells her, voice calm and smooth despite the chaos she promises. "A world purged of humans inflicting harm. Instead, it will be a world of harmony."

So when the second blowout happens in Lena's office, Kara is shocked to hear those same words echoing from Lena's lips.

As soon as they're spoken, the heat of Kara's anger and frustrations chills to ice. A silence falls between them, until Kara finally finds the courage to face a whole new horror.

"What did you say?"

"I said what's so wrong with wanting a better world? A world of harmon--"

"Harmony," Kara finishes.

In all the years of their friendship, Lena has never once used that word, and now it sits incongruous between them, big and bulky and foreign.

"You're working with Leviathan," Kara breathes.

It makes a dreaded sort of sense-- of course Leviathan would seek out Lena. If they wanted power, if they wanted the means to achieve any end, they would need to look any further. 

It's what the DEO does and has done, so many times. It's what Supergirl has done. Perhaps Leviathan had even waited, biding their time until Kara broke her heart, and made their move when Lena was at her lowest, her most vulnerable.

But Lena blinks, and there's not a trace of deception when her features twist in consternation. "Who?"

"A world of harmony, that's Leviathan's spiel--"

"I don't know what you're talking about--"

In an instant, Kara has Lena pinned against the wall. Her grip is barely making contact, but proves to be no less inescapable. Her heart lurches when Lena's anger snaps to fear, but she holds fast, unable to relent with the fate of the world in the balance.

"What did they promise you?"

"You're insane--"

"She knows nothing, Supergirl," a new voice chimes in, full of charm. Kara releases Lena and places herself between the woman in green and her friend-- who steps abreast of Kara herself, gripping Kara's wrist tightly as she glares daggers at the intruder.

"I don't know who you are," Lena declares, "but you have thirty seconds to leave before building security--"

"Sleep," the woman instructs simply.

Lena's hand slides from Kara's wrist as she sags, losing consciousness in an instant. Kara catches Lena before she hits the ground, and cradles her gently. "Lena? Lena!!"

The woman kneels before them both. "She is unharmed," the woman assures her.

Kara almost believes her-- though slack, Lena's features are peaceful, more so than if she'd been rendered unconscious from a physical blow. She truly does seem to slumber.

She meets the woman's gaze. "What have you done to her?"

"Many times, our allies can be recruited by blackmail. But there are times when more pervasive methods are necessary. I sensed that Lena would be resistant to any overt attempts of manipulation, so we began placing suggestions within her mind. It was more successful than I anticipated it would be... but then again, emotional trauma has a way of making a mind more pliable."

Fury sparks to life in Kara's chest once more. "You're the reason for all of this--"

"Yes."

The woman has no interest in dodging the facts now. She looks at Lena with something almost like affection. Reaching out, she strokes Lena's hair with one hand, coming to pause for a moment cupping the back of her head.

"She is remarkable," the woman confesses softly. "Without her, our plan would have been thwarted before it had even begun."

Kara pulls Lena close, without breaking her gaze from this new, significantly greater threat.

"I will stop you," she promises.

The woman smiles, almost sweetly.

"Perhaps. But you won't stop her."

With that, the woman disappears from sight, and Kara's arms involuntarily lift with the disappearance of Lena's weight as well. A shudder runs through Kara at the loss of contact, and a wash of hopelessness to realize she was well and truly alone.

(Continued in part two)

#compromised #tumblr fic #supercorp #leviathan #wanted to get it out of my brain before crisis resumes tonight #angst #enjoy

[missdaviswrites]

2019 Advent Ficlet Challenge Masterlist of Works

We did it! As of December 24, 37 authors have added works to our AO3 collection, with more still being added. (Keep writing--there’s no deadline!) 

All of the works on AO3 can be found here. Below is a list of works, sorted by author. (Yes, I put myself first--one of the only perks of running this challenge!) If I missed anyone who only posted on Tumblr or elsewhere, please let me know and I will add you to the list!

MissDavis So This Is Christmas (Sherlock) 

amazincanasian 2019 Advent Ficlet Challenge (My Hero Academia)

amzmcd Mistletoe and Whine - A Very Holmesian Christmas (Sherlock)

AnAnYaH The Last Man Standing (Sherlock)

Anarion and days_of_storm  221b Baker Street Advent Calendar 2019 (Sherlock)

CarmillaCarmine Jingle Bells and other works (Sherlock)

crazycatt71 My 2019 Advent Challenge (The Avengers)

darkemrys Shot Through The Back (And You're To Blame) (9-1-1)

engmaresh the extreme of winter (Avatar: Legend of Korra)

FandomIsza Mormor Christmas Advent Challenge (by someone who doesn't celebrate Christmas) and 2019 Mormor Ficlet Advent Challenge (Sherlock)

Hotaru_Tomoe Advent calendar 2019 (Chernobyl)

hotshoe_again Snow White and other works (Sherlock)

ibelieveinturtles Advent Adventures (Thor)

Julie_Anne Just a normal Christmas (Maurice)

LionessOnTheThrone (Purrfect) Christmas Alone (Game of Thrones) and Family (Poldark)

lovetincture If Your Heart is a Dog Fight (Hannibal)

mayathedaydreamer Advent Swap Au Ficlets (Video Blogging RPF)

Nantai Open A Door And See (various fandoms)

nerdypipsqueak 2019 Advent Ficlet Challenge series (Lawrence of Arabia)

notjustmom 2019 Advent Ficlet Challenge (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

okapi Too Crowded and other works (various fandoms)

PipMer 2019 Advent Ficlet Challenge (Sherlock)

potidaea Winter in National City (Supergirl, Batwoman)

Radclyffe The Earth Stood Still (Sherlock)

RickyGerard9843 24 days of SuperCorp (Supergirl)

RueRambunctious 2019 MorMor Advent Challenge (Sherlock)

Saraste 2019 Advent Ficlet Challenge series (various fandoms)

Silvergirl Winter Light (Sherlock)

snarkymuch 2019 Advent Ficlet Challenge (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

standbygo Adeste Fideles - Advent 2019 (Sherlock)

Stormz369 Our Time Together: December 2019 Good Omens Ficlets (Good Omens)

Subtlemagic  Advent Calendar 2019 (various fandoms)

TeaCub90 Angelic and other works (Good Omens, Sherlock)

thebeespatella  sacred herbs: a hannibal advent (Hannibal)

TheSignsOfTwo And To All A Good Night (Sherlock)

Ttime42 2019 Advent Fic Challenge (Sherlock)

zebraljb 2019 Advent Ficlet Challenge series (Kingsman)

These Tumblr users have posted works that are not on AO3:

A World of Fandoms https://aworldoffandoms.tumblr.com/tagged/2019-advent-ficlet-challenge (Playchoices)

D.N.Carver https://dncarver.tumblr.com/tagged/2019-advent-ficlet-challenge (various fandoms)

Edales Drabbles https://edales-drabbles.tumblr.com/tagged/2019-advent-ficlet-challenge (original characters)

Fuckyeahfightlock https://fuckyeahfightlock.tumblr.com/tagged/2019-Advent-Ficlet-Challenge (Sherlock)

Itsacon10 https://itsacon10.tumblr.com/tagged/2019-advent-ficlet-challenge (miscellaneous drawings)

quiero-mas-bean-yo-te-quiero https://quiero-mas-bean-yo-te-quiero.tumblr.com/tagged/2019-advent-ficlet-challenge (Playchoices)

STANathanXOox https://stanathanxoox.tumblr.com/tagged/2019-advent-ficlet-challenge (various fandoms)

TheFirstCourtesan https://thefirstcourtesan.tumblr.com/tagged/2019-advent-ficlet-challenge (Playchoices)

Unwilling Aventurer https://unwillingadventurer.tumblr.com/tagged/2019-advent-ficlet-challenge (various fandoms)

Thank you to everyone who participated and I hope you enjoy all of this holiday fic!

#2019 advent ficlet challenge #fic recs #christmas fic

[fanfictionfaberrycentral]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supergirl (TV 2015) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor Additional Tags: a supercorp ficlet of sorts, s6 better give us soft supercorp, bed sharing fluff, happy supercorp sunday y'all Summary:

“If you ever get married would you want them to take your surname?”

 “Hmm?”

 “Because,” Lena starts, voice shaky and shy, “I wouldn’t. Them marrying me would be a miracle in of itself. I couldn’t ask them to take on the burden of my name as well.”

#Aoo #Fiction #Supercorp #new

[fazedlight]

19, 21, 22 of that fandom ask game of writers and artists. :)

19. What's your favourite thing about [fandom] (the people in it, not the media you're all enjoying together)?

I think we are truly spoiled by the amount of thoughtfulness people put into this fandom (not to mention all the great fic and art!!).

21. Go onto your AO3. Which ship have you written for the most? The least? Does this correspond to who you consider your "favourite?"

Well, I've only written for supercorp 🤣 My all-time favorite will probably always be Xena/Gabrielle, but supercorp is probably second. (Further down the line... Bones/Booth, Rizzles, and Scully/Mulder?)

That said, I do have a dansen ficlet, and rojarias will be joining the ranks of what I've written soon!!

22. Give us a headcanon for [character]

For some reason, headcanon questions are the hardest - because while they form all the time, they seem to leave my brain the second someone asks for one. (Except for a very smutty headcanon and a very sad headcanon that I don't want to share 🤣)

I'm assuming you want supercorp for these, so I'll go with:

Kara: I think Kara has the ability to detect magnetic fields (and possibly to detect polarized light as well). I'm not sure when or why that'd be useful, but it just seems like the sort of power she'd have.

Lena: We know Lena is a champion fencer, and I am asserting that she fenced sabre (rather than foil or epee).

Thank you for the ask!! ❤️

ask game

#alright finally catching up to these!! I have two more #I fenced foil but it was against my will because the sabre class was full #thatonebirdwrites #asks

[theredcapeofk]

Fic Writer Review

@fandom-is-us   Thank you for tagging me for this 

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

-10: 6 fics I wrote on my own and 3 drawings. 1 fic was brainstormed with my collab partner for the SCRBB but she wrote it.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

- 23 879 (for now)

3. How many fandoms have you written for?

- On A03: 1, Supergirl. - In general: 6 (Harry Potter, Naruto, City Hunter, Cat’s Eyes, The Legend of Korra, and now Supergirl)

4. Top 5 fics by kudos?

- Gifts: Supercorp oneshot. Kara’s gifts are very important to Lena

- I missed you :Supercorp oneshot (ficlet). Right after Kara returns from the Phantom Zone, she and Lena try to tell each other something (written before the show returned)

- The Night Everything Changed: Supercorp oneshot written for 2020 Supercorp Secret Santa. Two nights in the life of Kara and Lena: the first one changes everything.

- Suddenly I’m in too deep to ever get out: Supercorp oneshot. Lena and Kara always said they were friends, but now they can’t say this anymore.

- Change my Direction: Kara returns from the Phantom Zone and has to face her emotions to be able to move on. Ongoing work started before the show returned, updated sunday and more chapters soon.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?

-Yes, always. I love engaging with other fans. Also it’s my way of saving thank you for taking the time to write something.

6. A fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending.

-None. I don’t like ending on angst. 

7. Do you write cross overs?

- I haven’t in a while but I love writing them. Always challenging, but always so interesting! I also very often mention Barry Allen and Kate Kane in my Supergirl fics but since it’s the same universe I don’t really count these as crossovers.

8. Ever received hate on a fic?

- No. Fingers crossed it never happens ;P

9. Do you write smut?

- Yes. What I started with when I started writing fanfics and what can usually be expected in some capacity with my multi chapters fics

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

- No, and I hope it never happens

11. Ever had a fic translated?

- Not that I’m aware of. I did try to translate bits and pieces of my own fics years ago but it was painful. So much easier to write directly in one language

12. Have you ever co written a fic?

- Yes! I’m currently writting one with @lenaralanvers  It’s so fun! I recommend it if you find someone who shares your ideas in the fandom! I also co wrote a lot of fanfics for The Legend of Korra with my best friend @orkidraws

13. All time Fav ship.

- OOOooohhh difficult question! I love all my ships fondly! But since I have to chose I’d say Tony and Angela from Who’s the Boss because I loved them the longest. They had all the amazing tropes we know and love for our modern ships with first and foremost Friends to Lovers and There was only one bed (multiple times). They had the healthiest relationship too!

14. WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

- None I can think of, then again I have a lot of wips...

15. Writing strengths?

- I don’t really know. Tender scenes maybe?

16. Writing weakness?

- Action scenes! 

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

- I love to write words or sentences in another language. Easier to include a translation organically near these words (writing a translation in notes sort of breaks your reading flow). Words and sentences give an exotic flavor. One rule though: I always write other languages in a latin alphabet so everyone can read it. 

- Dialogues...I don’t really see the point if you’re not 100% sure your readers will understand it. I feel like most people will skip it or look for a translation somewhere in the fic.  

As a reader, I love to read words and sentences in other languages (if it’s an alphabet I can read) even if I don’t understand the language.

18. First Fandom you wrote for?

- Harry Potter

19. What’s your fav fic you’ve written so far?

- I don’t think I have one, they all have a special place in my heart!

Tagging: @lenaralanvers

#tag game #fic writer review #writing

[from-a-reckless-writer]

8 & 34 for the prompts!

"So I told Alex, maybe an arterioveinous graft would be a better option you know? But then I remembered their species has two hearts, which means vein diameter would differ. And at this point, I really think we should just call Eliza-"

Her next words doesn't even get the chance to make it out, as Lena's lips presses into hers all of a sudden. Kara freezes, wide-eyed, all of her senses instantly overwhelmed.

Lena's sweet perfume, Lena's hands braiding themselves in her hair, Lena's heartbeat in her ears, Lena's lips still tasting like the sweet and sour sauce from the tiny plastic container on the coffee table.

It takes three seconds of sensory input before Kara relaxes against her hold. Her hands unfreezing to cup Lena's face. It's like a catalyst, the moment Kara responds, Lena presses even closer--pounces, more like.

And then, she's fully straddling her lap, kissing her deeper. Oh Rao, she doesn't even remember what it was they were talking about.

When Lena finally pulls away to catch her breath, Kara feels like she's been drugged, "Wha-What was that about?"

"Sorry," Lena breathes out, her lipstick is ruined, her hair mussed. "I've just been wanting to kiss you all day, but you were so busy, and I didn't want to bother you. But then you were sitting there, talking science and I just- I just couldn't help myself."

"Oh, oh wow," Kara says dumbly, her neurons still firing after that sensory overload. Lena laughs at her, thoroughly enjoying her brain's inability to function.

"Your lips are very distracting," Lena tells her, thumb tracing said lips. Kara gulps. "Mhm, yeah, so are yours," she hears herself say, leaning up again-

Only for Lena to put a firm hand on her shoulder, pushing her back with a smug smirk.

"Uh-uh, no more, break is over." Lena straightens, pulls her hand away, fingers tugging the scrunchie around her wrist free. Dark hair gets gathered back, head tilting up, baring her neck, and Kara gets the feeling that Lena is trying to kill her. She removes herself from her lap, Kara only barely managing to restrain herself from letting out a disappointed groan.

Lena offers a hand to pull her up, "Now, you were saying something about a vein graft?"

prompts list here.

#pls ignore the biology bullshit i spat out. #the reckless writer writes #a prompt fill #supercorp ficlet of sorts #supercorp

[mooosicaldreamz]

I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE. I don't know if you're still doing prompts, but if you areeeee, could you maybe do supercorp ice skating?

bros. you thought……..you thought i was done? with fulfilling the prompts left from my 1k follower extravaganza???? i’m not done. i still have like a whole page. sorry this took so long. anyway here’s some supercorp fucking ICE SKATING because I LOVE ICE SKATING FICS because I’M A BIG SAP??? here are my other ficlets, here is where u can give me coffee, here is my gf because we all know she’s the best. 

It’s cold and blustery the day Kara suggests it. They’re coming back from lunch, Kara’s arm wrapped around Lena’s shoulders and bleeding warmth into her. One moment, Kara is giving a blow-by-blow account of her and Snapper’s argument at the morning meeting, and the next, Lena’s losing her footing on a hidden patch of ice left over by some ice monster Supergirl had fought in the middle of L Corp’s plaza. She pretends not to notice that Kara takes a steady, floating hop and gets them over the patch, her hands gripping at Lena’s shoulders, pulling her ever closer.

It makes Lena laugh, and then Kara is laughing too, and she rolls her eyes when Lena calls her her hero and then they’re just looking at each other in the cold, a scarf wound around Lena’s neck and an adorable little knit beanie atop Kara’s head.

“You know, you should just build an ice skating rink out here,” Kara says, smiling and tugging Lena’s body forward again, toward the revolving doors of the front lobby. “You know, call it a science experiment, have your engineers keep ice up and running for a month. I’ll write a puff piece about it, and we can make Alex come skate - and she’s so bad, Lena.”

It makes Lena laugh even louder, and it makes their separation feel even colder when they shuffle into the revolving doors.

-

“You want me to somehow keep a sustainable ice rink together when the average December temperature is fifty degrees,” Jackson asks, looking down at the blueprints and then looking back at her.

“Yes,” Lena says. There’s no other option. The construction crew is already scheduled, the Plaza has been roped off and the south lobby entrance has already been prepped for use.

Jackson looks down at the blueprints again, then shrugs, a grin coming up across his face.

“Sounds like a fun time.”

-

The special coolant coils are on her desk in a week, and the rink springs up in the Plaza just after Thanksgiving. Three days before opening, she heads down to check on the progress with Jackson, only to find him caught square in Kara Danvers’s charms.

“ - so yeah, we created special coils to keep the ice cold at all times, and the panels on the roof are reflective, so it bounces the light away. It gets pretty rainy here in December, too, so we have a system of collecting and purifying the rainwater to reuse on the rink itself, so it sort of keeps itself - ”

“Mr. Lampard,” Lena says, and Jackson snaps to attention from where he’s leaning on the boards of the rink to talk at Kara. “Is this young woman bothering you?”

Kara had started smiling the minute she noticed Lena, but she breaks into laughter that seems to do nothing to calm Jackson down. He starts scrambling, almost slipping on the just-laid first layer of ice as he sort of stumbles through an explanation about how this lovely young woman from Catco is just interviewing me about the ice and the rink itself and no she’s bothering no one.

Kara hugs her in the middle of his explanation, her arms pulling tight at Lena and rubbing down her back, shaking warmth into her frame. She hadn’t anticipated spending very much time outside, but then - there was Kara Danvers.

“Oh, right,” Jackson says, looking relieved when Kara lets go of Lena but remains close. “You’re that Kara Danvers. Boss, no need to pull out the CEO treatment just to scare the shit out of me.”

“I thought it was rather funny,” Lena says, and Jackson rolls his eyes, and he’s walking-sliding away again, down the boards and over to his construction crew.

“You didn’t tell me you would be stopping by,” Lena says. Kara shrugs and smiles, adjusting the messenger bag she has slung across her shoulders.

“I was going to surprise you,” Kara says. “You know, tell you all about how I figured out what your secret project was, and then buy you some lunch at that disgusting place down the street.”

“I would hardly call the large construction project in front of my building a secret project. And I thought we had agreed that the black bean burgers were not that disgusting,” Lena says, warming some more as Kara stays close to her, rubbing at her arm absentmindedly and laughing.

“When does it open up?” Kara asks, looking out over the ice and then back to Lena, her glasses tilting down her nose.

“In a week,” Lena says. “We’re inviting children from the youth centers for opening day so you’ll have to wait your turn.”

Kara groans, her body knocking into Lena’s as she looks up at the ceiling in fake-frustration.

“Those darn kids,” Kara says, but she’s looking at Lena in such a way that Lena can’t help but smile.

-

Supergirl shows up on opening day, her cape rippling in the cold wind. The kids are thrilled by it, a loud, collective shriek of excitement rising up from the crowd of them in the lobby. Lena smiles indulgently at the other woman, at Kara, whose eyes are twinkling and whose smile is bright and kind.

“Miss Luthor,” she says. Lena imagines she’s trying to look professional, distant, even, but her cape brushes against Lena’s legs and she’s close enough that her warmth bleeds between them. “I was just informed you named this beautiful ice rink after me.”

“I thought it might bring in a little extra money if I painted that symbol of yours on the ice,” Lena says, a wry smile playing across her lips. Kara laughs then, her blonde curls swaying as she throws her head back.

“It’s my family’s crest,” Supergirl says, and Lena hears the click of some of the photographers cameras as she leans just the slightest bit closer. “The house of El. So it makes sense, in a way.”

Lena isn’t sure what to say to that. But she smiles, and so does Supergirl.

-

Kara shows up at the end of the business day, with her - their - friends in tow. She gets tossed a set of clothes, a sweatshirt that smells like Kara, and a pair of jeans that she left at Kara’s after they had gotten caught in a rainstorm, and then she’s being ushered downstairs, to the still-bustling ice rink.

“We have a bet open on who will fall first,” Kara says, conversationally, her skates already laced and a broad smile playing across her face. On her other side, Alex snorts and gives a particularly vicious tug to her own laces.

“It’s definitely James,” Alex says. Lena laughs when Kara does, tying her skates and kicking them out, her legs resting against Kara’s.

“Alex, it’s always you,” Kara insists, and her hand knocks against Lena’s thigh then, for leverage, as she shoves at her sister’s shoulder. It doesn’t move after Kara’s done, just rests there, and it’s so warm that Lena can’t think of anything else.

-

“I took ice skating lessons until I was seventeen, you know,” Lena offers, just before stepping out onto the ice. Kara laughs, brushes past her and is off quickly, doing a wide turn that brings her against the flow of traffic on the ice before she bumps up agains the boards just next to the entrance. Alex, who’s taking floundering and imperfect steps out onto the ice, throws a glare at Lena.

“Of course you did,” Alex says. Winn offers a hand to her as he slips out onto the ice then, and the glare he receives makes him cower.

“Alex, come on, let someone help,” Kara says, her hand resting against Lena’s on the boards between them. Lena can’t help but focus on that point of contact as Kara weaves her fingers between Lena’s, tying them together.

“No,” Alex insists, glaring now at her sister. “I’m an agent of a powerful, secret, government organization, not some damsel in distress who needs to be saved by Super - ”

She cuts herself off as color drains from her face, and she glances from Lena to the surrounding area. No one is paying any attention, except Maggie and James are laughing hysterically.

“J’onn’s going to be really mad at you,” Kara says, her fingers holding tight to Lena’s. “I’m glad it wasn’t me, for once.”

“Fuck,” Alex says, and then she helplessly hits the ice as she loses her edge.

“I already knew, you know,” as Kara tugs at Lena’s hand and pulls her onto the ice. They’re skating away all of a sudden, as Alex curses out the clutch of people all offering to help her up.

“I figured,” Kara shrugs, and she turns to grab for Lena’s other hand, skating backwards effortlessly. Lena wonders if she’s using her powers or if she’s just naturally good at it. “Thanks for putting my name on the ice, by the way. Kal made fun of me for three hours on our phone call yesterday.”

“Well, you did inspire me,” Lena says. “I thought it’d be a little odd to splash ‘The Kara Danvers Ice Rink’ all over everything. I went with the next best option.”

Kara pulls up to a stop, and Lena realizes they’ve centered themselves on the rink, right over Kara’s symbol. People flow past them in lazy circles, couples and children and more, National City swirling about as Kara smiles down at Lena, her hands tugging and tugging at Lena’s until their bodies bump together.

“You’re my favorite,” Kara says. Lena laughs a little, feeling Kara’s hands drift away from her hands and settle around her back, warmth pressing through her light coat.

“That’s my line,” Lena says, and Kara’s coming closer, a smile lighting up her face.

“Still true,” Kara says. And then Lena’s eyes slip closed, because Kara is kissing her, and it’s something close to perfection. She thinks, somewhere in the middle of the kiss, that she should give Jackson a nice Christmas bonus, but she chooses to wrap her arms around Kara’s neck and think about that later.

-

“I have a huge bruise on my knee from your dumb ice rink, Luthor,” Alex says, later that night, after the whole group has piled into Kara’s apartment and drank a good deal of spiked hot chocolate.

“You’ve finally caught onto my plan for world domination,” Lena says, running her hand through Kara’s hair when she sets her head on Lena’s shoulder. “Ice rinks.”

“It’s a miracle you survived,” Maggie says.

“Yeah, a Luthor on the warpath? Dangerous stuff,” Winn says, nudging at Lena and laughing loudly. It makes Lena laugh, too, and Kara does as well, their fingers linked together under the blanket slung across their laps.

“Fuck all of you,” Alex says. The whole room erupts into laughter as Alex flips them off individually, but Kara’s smile pressed against her neck is something else entirely.

#supercorp #and who are you exactly #cassie writes fic #1K FOLLOWER EXTRAVAGANZA #idk man i wroe something hope you like