#Alex Danvers as a mom

[superdanverstrio]

Hi again! I am so totally requesting again, I love your work and you make me happy. So Obviously Kara danvers x daughter reader :) And this time Kara catches r and her "boyfriend" Ben out in public kissing or hangout, doing something and Kara now has evidence to prove it to her daughter. But Y/n tries to deny it for a moment before giving in and telling her everything... Please and Thank you Zohra :)

Have a good one!

Right through you Pt.2

A/N: I am so sorry this took my entirely to long to start writing.

“Mom?” You asked, entering your home. “Hey honey, how was your day?” She said, closing her book and leaving it on the coach, she walked toward you to give you a hung. “It was good. Umm, I had a question.” You said, looking up at her. “Shoot.” “Can I go to the mall with some friends tomorrow after school, we would walk?” She looks at you and smirk. “Is Ben coming with you?” You rolled your eyes and shock your head. “No, I told you Ben and I aren't together.” “I never said you were, why are you on the defensive, do you have something to hide, Missy.” She questioned, still not believing you. "Mom come on, can I go?” You asked, trying to change the subject a bit. “Sure, but you need to be back before 7.” “Yes, thank you.”

The next day at the mall

“So, have you told your mom yet?” Ben asked as you walked hand in hand. “No, not yet, but ill do someday.” “Why don't you want to tell her? Are you maybe ashamed of me? It's fine if you are, I'm not mad.” You looked at him and smiled. “Of course I'm not ashamed of you, I would love for my mom to meet you.” You said, giving him a quick kiss on his lips. “It's just that my mom is extremely protective, it's a little intense sometimes. Especially my aunt, oh my god if she meets you, she will interrogate you for at least 3h hours.” He laughs and shock his hand in disbelief. “I'm sure, it's not that bad.” “It is, it really is, but ill tell her eventually.”

You guys continued to walk around the mall and visits some stores for a few hours. When you got back home, you say Kara waiting for you on the couch. “So, how was your activity with Ben.” She said with a smirk. “Are you ever going to give up, I'm not with Ben.” "Yeah, right." She said and got up from the couch and she showed you her phone, there was a picture of you and Ben on a bench, you had your head on his shoulder. You were stunned for a second.

How did she get that picture? “How did you get that. Did you follow me there?” “I actually didn't, but I have spies working for me. But don't change the subject, do you have something to say to me.” “No because this picture doesn't prove anything, we're just good friends.” Your mom smiled again, you swipe to the next image, this time you were kissing on that same bench. “Yeah, excellent friends.” You were about to defense yourself again but decided against it, you sight. “Fine, we're together, we have been together for like a month now.” “I knew it, why didn't you want to tell me?” You looked at her and chuckled. “You really don't have an idea?” she shook her head. “You are intense when it comes to people I see.” “No, I am not.” You raised an eyebrow. “Remember Kyle? You and Alex interrogate him for like 10 minutes.” “We just wanted to make sure he was good for you, I want nothing but the best for you.” She said, hugging you.”

“I know mom.” You said, hugging her back. “But you're going to have to tone it down because he really wants to come over this weekend and I don't want you to freak him out.” “Oh he's coming over great ok. And yes, I will try to tone it down.” She said, “thank you.”

Honestly you should've known she'd never tone it down, in fact she didn't try to.

[supercorpkid]

Would it really kill you if we kissed? Part 2

Supergirl. Baby Danvers. Kara Danvers x B!D!Reader, Alex Danvers x B!D!Reader, Lena Luthor x Reader, Esmé Danvers

Word Count: 3010

Previously on part 1. Part 2 of 3.

You start spending more time with Esmé, filling your days with her endless energy and her excitement over everything new on this island. You’d planned on being here for the family time anyway, but lately, it’s become easier to dodge Kara’s concerned glances and Lena’s quiet observations. Esmé, at least, never asks questions you’re not ready to answer.

It doesn’t stop Kara from trying, though. You find yourself slipping out of family dinners early, ducking behind palm trees when you spot her coming your way, feigning sleep when she knocks on your door at night. You know it’s getting obvious—Kara’s face fell when you bailed on last night’s dinner, and Alex’s knowing sigh was almost loud enough to break through the silence you’ve wrapped around yourself. But would they even understand if you told them?

Esmé’s simpler. When you’re with her, it’s just fun, silly games and laughter that doesn’t get weighed down by questions. For now, you let yourself hide behind that. That is until Esmé notices, of course. Kids always do, with that unfiltered clarity adults forget to keep.

It catches you by surprise when the two of you are building sandcastles, the sun heavy and warm, and she says, “I miss hanging out with Aunt Kara and Aunt Lena together. You know, like… like we used to.”

You tense, your hands pausing mid-sculpt. “They’re busy with grown-up stuff. It happens.”

Esmé gives you a look, so knowing it’s almost painful. “You’re a bad liar.”

You sigh, brushing sand from your fingers. “I guess I am.”

“Is it because of that thing you can't tell Aunt Kara, but you can tell my mom?”

It takes you by surprise, the perceptiveness of it, the way she’s pinpointed exactly what’s unraveling between you and your sisters without even understanding why. You swallow, forcing a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes. “Sort of.”

“I wish I had a sister. If I did, I'd tell her everything! And she would be my best friend!”

"Well, your mom is my best friend and she is my sister too."

She spares a look over her shoulder, to Kara on the other side of the beach swimming alone in the ocean. "I bet Aunt Kara feels lonely."

It’s… whoa. A lot more insightful than you'd expect from a six-year-old.

Kara’s attempts to reach you haven’t gone unnoticed. She’s patient, but only for so long, and it’s clear to everyone around you that you’re holding her at arm’s length.  But what's worse is that you avoid Alex too, because you don't wanna tell her what happened. She's gonna tell you that you missed your chance to come clean, which is obvious and yet extremely unhelpful. 

It’s so evident you're keeping your distance, that when Lena finds you sneaking behind a bush one evening, she doesn’t even act surprised.

"Hey!" Lena’s voice makes you jump, her warm presence somehow amplifying your guilt. "Why are you hiding behind a bush? And why does it feel like I haven't seen you in days?"

"What? It hasn't been days." It has. She raises her eyebrows, and you smooth your hands over your clothes. "I thought I saw a hedgehog," you lie, forcing a smile. She doesn’t look convinced. "What are you up to?"

"I thought you and I could go on a walk," she says, her smile soft, irresistible. You’re about to argue, but she throws a cheap shot. "You know, you did promise me some alone time."

"Did I?" You try a joke, but, as with the last few attempts, it doesn’t quite land with her.

"You don’t have to come if you're more interested in the hedgehog. I could probably hold my own against the wild animals in the forest."

"Yeah, I’m sure you can, but I’d hate to miss you fighting a snake, so I might as well tag along. Wouldn’t want to miss the show."

"Very kind of you, darling." Lena’s eyes light up with humor, and the two of you start toward the nearest forest trail. It’s close to the resort—too close for any real wildlife, which is probably the point.

The conversation is supposed to be casual, just friends catching up. She asks about your thesis, even a few things about your superhero life. But as relaxed as it should be, you can’t shake the tension simmering beneath the surface. Every laugh, every shared glance, every tiny silence, and you’re swallowing feelings, nearly choking on unsaid words. Your heartbeat drums in your ears, terrified that one slip-up could give everything away.

"Kara is so thrilled to have you to share these experiences with. I bet it’s lonely, having to figure out this superhero lifestyle on your own."

"I don’t think I’m helping that much, to be honest. I’m just… following her lead most of the time."

"I think you're more important than you give yourself credit for." Lena touches your arm, her eyes soft and unwavering, making it impossible to shrug it off. "For everyone, not just Kara."

“Oh, yeah. Sure.” You mutter the words with such disbelief that Lena almost flinches.

She doesn’t let it go, though. She stops, making you pause too, her expression puzzled but determined.

"Y/N, darling." Just one word—darling—and your heart is pounding, each beat a tiny betrayal. "You know I mean it, right? We wouldn’t miss hanging out with you so much if you weren’t—"

"So fun to have around!" you cut in, your voice unnaturally bright.

Lena reaches for your hand, her gaze softening in a way that makes it impossible to hide. "If you weren’t so incredibly special."

This is it—the moment you could be honest, vulnerable, bare open like she is. But Kara might be in love with her. And she’s probably in love with your sister too, because who would choose you over Kara? No one. Not even you.

So you bite your tongue, force a smile, and watch the moment slip past. “Yeah, I—I don’t know. Maybe the superhero life just isn’t for me.”

“Oh.” Lena blinks, visibly thrown, and when you realize what you’ve just said, it’s too late. Can’t take it back. You’ve tried so hard to hide how you feel about her, you didn’t even think about the other secrets you need to protect.

“Not that I’ll stop!” you rush to reassure her. “I’d never stop supering and leave Kara to it. I just… wonder, sometimes. But, um, everyone wonders about things they’ll never act on, right?”

You can feel Lena’s gaze linger on you as you stumble through your words. Her silence feels weighty, loaded with questions she doesn’t voice. Instead, she’s watching you with that careful, gentle look she has—the one that makes you feel like she can see straight through every defense you’re barely managing to hold up.

“Y/N,” Her voice is low, softer than usual, and you can tell she’s choosing her words carefully. “If you ever feel like talking… Really talking, I mean—I’ll listen, you know that, right?”

You breathe deep, trying to keep your expression neutral, but the way she’s looking is too much; she’s seeing right through you, and every instinct you have screams to deflect, to put distance between you and that sharp, all-seeing gaze.

“I know, Lena. I just—” You pause, forcing the words clawing up your throat back down, swallowing hard against the sting of tears that threaten to break free. “I don’t have much to say right now, but… thank you.”

Her fingers brush down your arm slowly, lingering for a split second before letting go. She doesn’t push, but there’s something in her eyes, something searching, that leaves you feeling bare. She’s not fooled, you know that. But she doesn’t press further, only offers a soft nod.

“I just want to make sure you know that you’re not alone.” Her voice is so gentle, it makes your throat tighten.

Her words land with a bittersweet ache, a reminder of exactly how not alone you actually are—and yet, how impossible it feels to share any of it. You swallow, nodding a little too quickly, desperate to end this before you give yourself away completely.

“I appreciate it,” you mumble, unable to meet her eyes. “Anyway, uh… we should head back before it gets dark.”

A tiny smile curves her lips, one filled with patience, and it only makes the weight in your chest feel heavier. She sees through you, sees the things you’re too afraid to say. And as you walk back, her presence beside you is both comforting and unbearable, the knowledge that she’d listen if you let her like a gentle but relentless pressure against the wall you’re so intent on keeping up.

When you finally reach the resort, you mumble something about needing to freshen up before dinner, ducking away before she can say anything else. But her words stay with you, lingering in the back of your mind: you’re not alone.

Even though you've never felt as lonely and isolated as you do now.

This trip, this whole thing, was a really bad idea.

You throw together your bag in a rush, moving faster than any human eye could see. This trip was supposed to be a break, a chance to breathe—but with each day, it feels like the land on this tiny island is getting even smaller. There’s nowhere left to hide, and the weight of your secrets presses harder, threatening to escape the moment you open your mouth. It almost did with Lena, so you desperately need to leave.

You knock lightly on Alex and Kelly’s door, hoping not to wake Esmé. It’s late, but Alex answers quickly, slipping out into the hall and shutting the door quietly behind her. She gives you a concerned once-over, her expression softening in that big-sister way.

“What’s wrong?” she whispers. “Lena said you two hung out before dinner, but then you didn’t show up—”

“I’m going back to National City.” You say it quickly, barely letting the words settle before you look away, as if that might make it easier. Alex’s eyes shift down to your bag, and she lets out a long, disappointed sigh.

“You can’t keep running forever, you know.”

“No, but I can tonight.” You set your jaw, bracing yourself. Alex is going to try to talk you out of this, and you can’t let her. “I’ll help keep watch over National City with J’onn and M’gann. Say goodbye to Esmé for me.”

“Absolutely not. You want to leave her, you tell her yourself.” She opens the door a fraction, enough for you to glimpse Esmé’s little sneakers by the bed, and you feel something twist painfully in your chest. She knows it’ll be harder for you to look Esmé in the eye, to break your promise of a trip full of fun with her favorite aunt. “Man up.”

“Sexist,” you mutter, half-heartedly, as you step inside. But before you can call for Esmé, you freeze. Kara is sitting on the floor, her gaze sharpening the moment she sees you.

“You’re leaving?” She stands up, arms crossed, and in that moment, she doesn’t look much like your sister—she looks every inch of Supergirl, unyielding. Kelly clears her throat, mumbling something about checking on Esmé before slipping out of the small living room.

“Yeah, I have this… thing.”

“Is this ‘thing’ called a massive crush on Lena that you’re too scared to deal with?” Kara’s voice is quiet but piercing, an eyebrow arching as she studies you, making you feel as transparent as glass. “Or is this ‘thing’ a problem you’ve got with me?”

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “Oh yeah, I forgot everything has to be about you.”

Before you can get another word out, she’s right in front of you, moving faster than even you expected.

“It’s becoming about me because you keep dodging me and shutting everyone out,” she says firmly. “You have to stop running, Y/N. Why won't you deal with your problems like an adult?”

“Oh my God! Is there a version of this conversation where you don’t sound like my mother?”

“I don't know. Is there a version where you don’t sound like a moody teenager?” She fires back, voice sharp as a blade.

"Go to hell, Kara," you mutter, your voice barely above a whisper, knowing full well she’ll catch every word. You try to push past her, but she steps in your way, resolute, daring you to challenge her. Fine. If she wants a fight, you’ll give her one.

“Stop acting so tough,” you say, each word sharp and unyielding. “You’re not Alura. You’re not Eliza. You’re not even my oldest sister.” You pause, just long enough to let it sink in, to make sure she feels the sting. "You don’t get to act like you’re in charge."

Kara flinches, just a fraction, but you catch it. And part of you hates that it hurts her—almost as much as the rest of you wants it to.

A hand catches your arm as you make to leave, and you know it’s Alex without even looking. Her grip isn’t harsh, but it’s inflexible, the quiet authority of someone who knows exactly what they’re doing.

“This has gone too far.” she says, her voice low.

“Alex,” you say, a warning lacing your tone. But your sister doesn’t budge. She’s as immovable as Kara in her own way, and you can tell from her stance that she’s done letting this slide.

“No. You tell her now, or I will.” The seriousness in her voice roots you to the spot, and you stare at her in disbelief. “Don’t test me, Y/N. This has gone on too long.”

“Alex,” you plead, the warning fading, replaced by something that feels like betrayal. “I trusted you.”

But Alex’s stance only hardens. She glances at Kara, crossing her arms in front of her chest, each movement deliberate, telling you in no uncertain terms that this is the line she won’t let you cross.

“You want to know what’s going on?” your voice comes out loud, it's almost a yell in the quiet of the night, voice cracking as you throw the question back at them, your fists clenched so tight they’re shaking. “Fine. Let’s do this. You want honesty? Here it is.”

Kara and Alex fall silent, but they’re staring, eyes wide. You can’t tell if they're surprised or concerned, and for once, you don’t care.

“I’m in love with Lena,” you spit out, practically choking on the words. “There it is. Happy? But it doesn’t matter, because she’s yours, Kara. Everyone is. Everyone who matters, everyone I could ever care about, they’re all yours.”

“I don't—” Kara starts, but you’re not finished. Not even close.

“Don’t!” you snap, cutting her off. “You have no idea what it’s like to be around you, day after day, having to act like it doesn’t kill me. Watching you looking at her like… Like I do. And I just—” Your voice wobbles, a tremor of frustration bubbling up with the tears you’re fighting to keep down. “I just get to stand there and smile and play the part of your perfect little sister, like I should just be grateful to even be a part of your story.”

Alex takes a step toward you, hands up, but you move away, barely holding it together, so you don't hurt her. “Do you know how exhausting it is? How much do I dread putting on the suit, being the hero, pretending this is all I ever wanted? Because it’s not. It’s never been. I hate it," your voice comes out so raw, your throat hurts afterwards. "and I can’t even tell anyone that because you’d all look at me like I’d failed you. Both of you would.”

Alex steps back the slightest, her face twisted in a mix of surprise and sadness. Kara looks stricken, her mouth parting like she wants to say something, but you don’t give her the chance. You’re too far gone, the anger pushing past your better judgment.

“You get to be perfect, and I get to be… what? The second-rate version of you? The one who’s not quite as brave, not quite as good?” You only realize you're crying when you taste your own tears. “The one people don't even glance at because they are too busy looking at you — the super girl. And now you want me to watch you with the person I love too? You just get to take everything.”

"That's not true! None of it is—" Kara reaches out, but you take a step back, hands up like it’s a shield. 

“You don't get it! So don’t—just don't.”

Her expression crumples, and for the first time, you see the real hurt reflected back at you. But the ache inside you is too loud, too sharp to ignore. A small part of you feels vindicated, glad that she’s hurting too—at least now you’re not the only one carrying the weight of pain.

You turn away, ready to escape the suffocating atmosphere, but Alex’s voice cuts through the tension, pulling you back.

"Y/N, wait." Alex tries, voice sweet like you didn't even know she could master. "Let's all take a breath and just… talk about it."

"Oh no," You turn to her. "you don't get to do this. I trusted you with this, and you just—” You can’t find the words, the tears breaking free, your voice shaking. "You just chose Kara over me. Like everyone does. So you don't get to ask me for anything." The next words leave from the depths of your core, it shakes the entire room. "NONE OF YOU get to ask me for ANYTHING!" 

Sometimes hours can feel like minutes, and sometimes a single second can last a lifetime.  "I'm done pretending we're one big happy family." This is it. This is that second. The second you burned every bridge, every connection you've had and flew away from it.

[talas-first-lady]

The rules:

No characters who eventually become Legends.

No characters borrowed from another Arrowverse show.

Because we all know this would come down to John Constantine vs. Alex Danvers and while that is fun, it's not the point of this poll.

There must be some kissing at the very least.

[danversxluthor]

Luthor-Danvers - A Reckless Endevour

Part 1: Sunday

Sunday evenings in the Luthor-Danvers household are pleasantly predictable, well at least as predictable as a home with a kryptonian, genius CEO, and half-kryptonian genius teenager can be. As usual Lena sits in her dimly lit office wearing yoga pants, an old MIT hoodie, and fuzzy slippers that her wife gifted her last christmas. The CEO was pouring over the quarterly L Corp. revenue reports in preparation for Monday’s jam-packed schedule of meetings--first research and development, then two separate board subcommittees, and finally ending with video calls with potential overseas investors. 

Meanwhile, at the kitchen island, Kara furrows her brow in concentration as she scrolls through an email from a new source concerning an ongoing story about proposed alien protection legislation. The legislation goes before Congress in a few days and, if passed, would provide greater housing and employment protections for second generation aliens and hybrid-aliens born on earth. Even though Kara has a duty as a journalist to be neutral, she can’t help but be invested, after all her daughter is a second generation hybrid-alien. Kryptonians blend into human society easily, but there are still calls for alien registration and alien detection technology. 

Kara enjoys her nights like this, being home with her wife and daughter. She has been off duty from the DEO for the past two weeks, ever since she was struck with a concentrated form of kryptonite that left her in a coma for three days. When Alex initially ordered her sister to take two weeks off to recuperate, Kara was constantly fidgeting, wanting to get back to helping her city. But now she’s gotten used to the domesticity of it all. She enjoys the time with her little family of three, leisurely sipping on her coffee in the morning and family dinners every night. But, that's all about to change, come Monday morning Kara is back on Supergirl duty. 

Down the hall behind closed doors, El sits in her swivel chair at her desk with notes strewn about and multiple windows open on her dual screen computer. While normal highschoolers are rushing to finish their homework for Monday, El, who had already completed the credit requirements to graduate and her homework for the entire semester, kept herself busy with independent learning and experiments. Kara and Lena were aware of El’s genius and even encouraged El to engage in independent learning, but the couple insisted the teen go to a normal highschool and have time to be a normal kid, something the couple had been denied. 

Tonight though, El was working on a secret project. Usually El freely shared her ideas with her moms, especially Lena, who saw a lot of herself in the curious teen, but not tonight. El started working on her secret, and potentially dangerous, project right after Kara woke up from her coma. 

El still remembers that dreaded night. Lena woke El up at 3 am with a shaky voice and unshed tears in her eyes, telling the teen that Jeju was hurt and they had to go to the DEO now. Lena and El drove silently but frantically to the DEO and were immediately led to the med bay. Kara’s lifeless body lying prone on a hospital bed below sunlamps, the medical team rushing about to save the fallen hero. El was numb, she stayed silent as Aunt Alex explained what happened and that they would do everything possible. El had never seen mom look so lost, so shattered. El didn’t shed a tear, not in front of her mom anyway, she had to be strong for her family now. Her powers were far from fully developing yet, but El knew she needed to step up for her mom and National City if anything happened to Supergirl. El felt the weight of the world on her shoulders for three whole days, until finally Kara woke. Even now, the teen has trouble sleeping through the night without the images tormenting her mind. 

El vowed to prevent anything like that from happening again. She had to protect her family, and had to protect her jeju. The only way El saw to protect her family was to fully develop her powers, train like crazy, and... eliminate kryptonite as a weakness. El was disheartened when her initial research showed that it was 99% impossible, without full body armor, to eliminate the effects of kryptonite on an adult Kryptonian. But, that didn’t mean that El couldn’t try to eliminate or at least lessen her own future kryptonite weakness, after all El was a hybrid whose powers had only just started  presenting and she still had time considering she had only just turned 15. Of course, El had never been exposed to the substance but Alex guessed that once El’s powers were fully developed, kryptonite would take effect too.

As she continually researched, El developed and refined her theory for eliminating kryptonite weakness. Just like Rasputin and others throughout history had practiced mithridatism, El hypothesized that she could develop an immunity to kryptonite by self-administering non-lethal amounts to ultimately protect herself from kryptonite poisoning in the future. The “how” was El’s biggest obstacle. How was El going to get a supply of kryptonite and process it into liquid form that she could then inject into herself on a regular basis at increased volumes. El figured that kryptonite was similar to cyanide, in that even a small exposure could devastate her system - she would have to be extremely precise on how she determined the dose scale and the process would likely take months, if not years. 

El was painfully aware that Kara would return to the DEO on Monday, and felt an urgency to find a way to start the immunization process soon. She became so desperate that she even hacked into Lena’s personal files. El had hacked Lena’s files before for purposes of a birthday surprise and hadn’t been detected, so it was relatively simple to do it again. Her mom had various reports and notes on kryptonite but nothing helpful for El’s purposes. Instead El delved deeper and accessed the research notes of the one person she knew who had the greatest expertise on kryptonite, her notorious Uncle Lex. El downloaded all of Lex’s notes onto a thumb drive and cleared any trace of herself from Lena’s system. 

El had never met Lex. Sure, she knew he was a brilliantly insane scientist who hated aliens, but there had to be more to him, right? A few years ago, when El started taking an interest in experimental chemistry and biology she was naturally drawn to cutting edge studies, almost all of which had their origins with Luthor Corp. She became extremely curious about the Luthor side of her family much to Lena’s chagrin. El read everything she could on the Luthors’ work, and eventually asked her moms about it. Lena was slightly nervous by her daughter’s request but Kara insisted they be open with El about who her family is. Lena answered all of El’s questions, putting particular emphasis on the fact that El is her own person and not bound to the Luthor name as well as the importance of ethical experimentation. The old articles and interviews, and stories from her moms were helpful but never quite satisfied her curiosity about the Luthors. And now, with her project in full swing, El’s curiosity about Lex’s work peaked again.

For the past few nights El read and reread Lex’s notes, until she came across something that looked promising. The notes were from Lex’s early years at Luthor Corp, around the time he and Clark were friends. Lex was working on a cloning theory, which included sub-research on kryptonite effectiveness elimination. The theory was not based on use of armor or a suit, instead Lex’s notes were focused on measured exposures to kryptonite, similar to El’s theory. But, Lex’s notes were incomplete and left El with the same question she started with “how?”. 

In order to test her theory, El would have to find kryptonite and figure out how to expose herself just enough to develop an immunity while avoiding irreversible damage, or worse, death. Lena had long since destroyed her supply of kryptonite as well as any supply L-Corp or its affiliates possessed. El could always try synthetic kryptonite, but red kryptonite had its own dangerous side effects and may not provide the immunity El needs. No, for the best possible chance, El needed pure kryptonite and a way to expose herself in measured increments. Once again the only person El could think of asking was her Uncle Lex, which is why, at almost 10:30pm on Sunday, El was figuring out how to get to Lex’s prison and ask the source himself for more information and, she hated to admit it, help.

Back in the kitchen, Kara decided to call it a night. The reporter closed her laptop and threw the empty bag of extra butter popcorn into the trash can, before stepping into Lena’s office to try and pull her workaholic wife away for some beauty rest. Kara stood in the CEO’s doorway watching as her intense and adorable wife worked away in total concentration. 

“I can feel you staring.” Lena softly spoke, not even looking up from the papers in front of her. 

“I can’t help myself.” Kara smirked and went around Lena’s desk to wrap her in a relaxed hug, resting her chin on Lena’s shoulder. “Time for bed babe.”

“Just a few more minutes, and I’ll be right in.” Lena replied. 

Kara protested, “it's my last night free of Supergirl duties . . . thought you might want to take advantage while you still can.” Lena’s head perked up at the mention of their last uninterrupted night together. Spinning her chair to look at the blonde, Lena leaned upward and placed a soft kiss to Kara, just breezing over her lips teasingly before pulling away and getting up. 

“Well I can’t possibly say no to that now can I.” Lena stood from her chair and wrapped her arms around her wife’s neck. Kara moved her hands to her wife’s waist, pulling her in close. She could stay in this moment forever, but she also couldn’t help but see from the corner of her eye the light on down the hall coming from El’s room.

“I hate to end this but I think El has developed your nighttime work habits.” Lena gazed down the hallway and sighed, she couldn’t deny it, El was certainly her daughter. 

El heard two pairs of soft footsteps coming her way and panic immediately set in. She wasn’t used to keeping things from her parents and this was a particularly big thing. El quickly collected her notes, throwing them in a hidden desk drawer, closed the windows on her computer, and pulled the USB out of the export and threw it safely into her backpack. Just as a lite knock came at the door, El pulled out a book and opened it to a random page.

“Come in,” El let out a bit more breathless than intended. She tried to calm her heart rate which was still beating excessively fast. El knew her Jeju’s super hearing would pick up on her heart beat if she hadn’t already.

The door creaked open fully allowing both of her parents entrance. “What are you working on kiddo?” Kara looked at the open book on the desk as she placed both hands on El’s shoulders and bent to kiss El on the head. Lena leaned on the doorway, looking on with a soft loving expression.

El pushed up her glasses and replied, “nothing really, just some light reading before bed.” This time El’s body didn’t betray her and she was able to keep her heart at a normal rate. Given that she grew up with one mom who hid her identity from the world and another who grew up in the Luthor household, El shouldn’t be so surprised that she is somewhat of a natural at lying. She’ll have to be good given her plans for tomorrow and the coming weeks. 

Kara looked down at the sheer girth of the book and in a mock suspicious voice said “Right, light reading about . . .” Kara peered down at the book as Lena walked over to join the pair ���magnetohydrodynamics.”

“You know if you let me take some college courses I wouldn’t be so bored out of my mind that I have to read about MHD.” El gave a slight eyebrow raise, reminiscent of Lena’s signature facial expression.  

Lena, leaning her hip against the desk, nodded approvingly, a slight smirk on her face, “Well, it's never too early to develop a well rounded understanding of physics. But being a kid is just as important.”

“I know, I know. Blah blah blah” El grumbled. “Make friends, go to football games, drink beer and be a normal teen.” El rolled her pale green eyes. 

“We want you to do all of that, minus the beer,” Kara stated. “But seriously, are you at least trying to be social El?” Kara and Lena have had this conversation with El before. On several occasions El’s school had notified them that, while El excelled in academics, she didn’t engage with her classmates. It was only last month that Lena and Kara started considering putting El in therapy, thinking El’s lack of social engagement was due to social anxiety or bullying. Now, the couple, who had never taken therapy off the table, looked at their daughter with concern. 

This was delving into a conversation El did not want to have tonight, or ever really. Every time her parents brought up the importance of El having a normal life, El had to hold herself back from screaming the obvious--she’s a Luthor and a half Kryptonian, nothing about her life will ever be normal. Instead El went for deflection. “Ever considered that I’m just too far advanced for such shenanigans?” El jokingly inquired.

Kara knew this method of deflection all too well from years spent with Lena. Something was clearly going on whether or not El wanted to discuss it. “Sweety, is it your powers? Anything new coming in?” Kara asked gently, sitting on El’s bed facing the teen. Kara couldn’t help but think back to a month earlier when she found the teen pale and in pain, curled up in the fetal position after an 'accidental' kryptonite exposure in the DEO’s classified weapons locker, which El had somehow managed to just 'wander' into. The scene broke Kara’s heart, and she wanted nothing more than to help El though this. 

El didn’t answer. This was yet another conversation she didn’t want to have. “I know it can be overwhelming and confusing when they start to develop and a lot is changing.” Kara remembered the panic she experienced in her teenage years from over stimulation and fear of accidentally hurting people.  But, El just looked down at her hands, still silent.

“And you know that no matter what, we’re here to help.” Lena said, rubbing El’s shoulder. “Is the watch working ok?” Lena had worked nonstop the day after the incident in the weapons locker to develop the watch to prevent the teen from becoming too overwhelmed. Still no answer from El. The teen hated being reminded that she was going through what she referred to as “powers puberty.” Sure, the idea of powers was cool, and she already started showing signs of super speed and strength, but constantly being watched by her parents, Alex, Eliza, J’onn, and everyone else like she’s a ticking time bomb was a bit much sometimes. 

“Yeah, it's fine.” El raised her wrist to show the small blue watch which Lena designed to dim El’s powers and make them easier for El to control when the time came. El hated the idea of being out of control but equally hated having to rely on technology to avoid being dangerous to others. 

Her parents were patiently looking down at her, clearly not letting up. So, El used yet another method of avoidance she referred to as the “tired child” and gave a big yawn with droopy eyes. 

Just as El hoped, Lena’s protective mom instincts gave into her tired child. “Alright sweetheart, I think it's time for you to get to bed.” Lena said as she brushed a stray piece of strawberry blond hair behind El’s ear. “We love you so much and you can always talk to us about anything.” Lena pressed a soft kiss to El’s forehead. “Good night my genius girl.”  

“Night” El said in a drowsy voice, giving another small but genuine yawn this time. 

“Love you Ellie. Sleep tight.” Kara said as she closed the door behind her and Lena.  

Even though El was tired, she tossed and turned in her bed, debating tomorrow. Should she take the dive and talk to Lex? She’d have to keep her head level and not let him get to her. On top of that, should she really risk ruining her relationship with her parents? Sure El had kept secrets before, but only minor secrets, nothing as large as seeing her murderous uncle who certainly hated her half-kryptonian guts. El didn’t know about what tomorrow would bring as she  drifted into yet another night of restless sleep.

[dansenbb]

At the Crossroads by FazedLight

Alex Danvers/Kelly Olsen

Summary:

Time went on, and she and Alex started having another conversation. “I still want to be a mom,” Alex said one day, “Sometimes I wonder if I’m holding off until it’s too late.” Kelly squeezed at Alex’s arm. “I’m game if you are.” Alex’s smile was still reluctant with worry. “This- Kelly, I feel like this is forever. But I don’t want to change our dynamic and ruin things.” Kelly grabbed her hand, her response emphatic. “This isn’t going to ruin things. I want to be a mom too. Plus, this was one of the first things I knew about you,” she grinned. Alex smiled back. “I’ll contact the adoption agency again.” --- Filling in the missing moments between Kelly and Alex, and their journey in adopting Esme.

Language: English || Words: 5,049 || Chapters: 1/1

[natalievoncatte]

Another piercing wail cut through Lena’s skull and almost sent her reeling to the floor. Her teeth ached from grinding and her hands stung from the process of boiling bottles. Yet, she steadfastly refused to hand off this duty to someone else. When she and Kara decided to try for a child, Lena began grooming Sam to take her place as CEO and created a researcher emeritus position for her in the advanced projects department. That was taken care of.

What she hadn’t anticipated was the weeks without sleep. Little Jeremiah had a set of lungs on him, and the slightest provocation set him wailing. Kara had offered to leave CatCo and take care of him full time, but Lena insisted they care for their son equally, no matter how chivalrous and selfless Kara wanted to be.

It was more than that. Lena was never going to be a stay at home mom, but she would be damned if she was going to be an absentee mother. She’d be there for every school concert, every field trip, every precious moment and she’d bury him in love.

She just had to get through this first.

He didn’t need a fresh diaper. He’d been fed and burped. He didn’t seem to be tired. He just kept wailing. Lena was at her wit’s end, tears welling in her eyes. She was about to call Alex and beg for help when she heard the door close and Kara calling her name.

“You’re supposed to be at work,” Lena protested, as Kara stormed into the kitchen.

Her wife was on a mission. Kara didn’t ask any patronizing questions- she knew Lena was doing her damndest to be the world’s greatest mom. She simply swept behind the kitchen island and wrapped mother and son in a gentle hug, surrounding their son in the presence of his parents.

Kara closed her eyes, gently rested her chin on the top of Lena’s head, and tucked them both into a hug. Lena knew what was coming next and let it sweep over her. The low rumble in Kara’s chest quivered in her bones as her wife began to purr.

The effect was instantaneous. Jeremiah’s cries softened and turned into soft gurgling sounds as he squirmed in Lena’s arms slightly and relaxed, the tension easing out of his tiny muscles.

“Hold onto him.”

Kara scooped them both up with ease, cradling Lena on her arms as she had so many times before, and she was once again reminded that being held by Kara Danvers was like being held by a castle. Kara bore them both gently into the bedroom and lowered Lena to the bed, then kicked off her shoes and joined them, the deep vibrations still emanating from her chest.

“You’re supposed to be at work for another two hours.”

“Not until you’ve had a nap,” said Kara. “I’ll take him and then I can go back when you wake up. I can tell you’re exhausted, zhao.”

“Can we just stay like this a little longer?” Lena whispered.

Kara pressed a soft kiss to Lena’s forehead and smiled against her skin.

[doudouneverte]

Why?

a/n: I wrote it in thirty minutes to force my ass back into writing, sorry if it feels disturbing and incomplete...

*not my GIF*

Pairing: Kara Danvers x Fem!reader

Summary: Kara try to understand how you became like this

Type: disturbing? angst

Warning: no power-au, kidnapping, drugged Kara and creepy reader

word count: ~1300

It's from Kara's POV

Why did it seem so real? Why couldn't I get rid of the feeling of her hands on me? She was so perfect, yet she was full of flaws. It was impossible for me to remember why I fell for her. Maybe it was her eyes the first time she looked at me. Maybe it was her voice when she talked to me. Or even her hair (god, I love her hair). And her cute face too. She was full of qualities. At least until this thing started between us.

Everything started like any other relationship. I was mesmerised by her look and her personality, so I decided to ask her out. She gladly accepted, and it was like she had waited for a long time. It was a little weird, but I let it slide.

Then one date became two, then three, and much more. Three months later, we were officially formalising our relationship after we had good sex at her place. She was caring, lovely, and never pushed me more than necessary. So when did everything start to go insane?

Well, actually, I already knew the answer. It was a random Wednesday; we were out for a date, and then we met my friend Lena. That’s when I noticed that she became weird. Her behaviour towards Lena was a little aggressive. I decided not to really question that because I thought that it was just some misplaced jealous act. But then it happened again. Did it really happen more, or did I just start to notice her true self from this moment?

After Lena, she acted weird, even around my family. It was something that my sister, Alex, tried to talk to me about. But at this time, I was too enamoured by her to even notice that her worries were justified. I meant, my mom loved her, and for me, it was enough. 

She was making me happy. She treated me like a princess, always caring, making love with pure love in every act, and she put even more affection in the aftercare. It seemed like I was always her priority, but after some months, I started to find it a little weird too.

Of course, I talked to her about how she was slowly babying me and how it started to annoy me, but I still reminded her that I still loved her. For me, it was not a big deal, but it was a discussion that we needed to have. To her, otherwise, it was…heartbreaking? At least that was what she said between her sobs. She cried that day because I told her that I could take care of myself?

I found it weird, and I talked about it with Alex and Lena. They agreed on something: I should start to let her go. Leave her before she took total control of my mind. They seemed to notice how everything would go, but they didn’t want to scare me, I guess. But for me, nothing could go wrong: it was Y/n, the same lovely and caring woman I met that day. Or maybe it was what I said to myself because I was afraid that they might be right.

Despite our conversations, she still acted like usual. Never leaving my side until it was needed. Always trying to take care of me, even if I could do things on my own. She was slowly transforming me into her little doll. After some weeks, she started to choose how I would dress when we had a date, and before it could go too far, I decided to step in.

I remember that we had a huge argument about how she was suffocating me. But like usual, she started to cry. If I wasn't so angry, maybe I would fall for that, but not this day. I grabbed my keys and left with the promise to come back only when she would be more mature and responsible enough to talk like proper adults. That day I drove to Alex’s house, and then I explained everything to her and how it started to be suffocating and scary to live with Y/n. The night I slept in the spare bedroom, even if I was still angry with Y/n, I couldn’t help but miss her. I was still in love after all.

Then a week passed, and she finally texted me, saying that she took some time and that she was finally ready to talk about it. Even if something in me screamed to stay away from her, I still needed to come back to her apartment to at least take some clothes if I had to stay longer at my sister's.

Surprisingly, for me, she seemed to have some stain of tears on her cheeks when she opened the door. She guided me to the couch and brought two cups of tea. I took a sip, and then we both started to talk. But less than five minutes later, I felt myself becoming more and more tired. I called her name just before collapsing on the couch.

Now there I was, somewhere far from home, chained to a bed in a bedroom that I didn’t recognise. 

“Oh, finally, you’re awake. I started to think that I put too much drug in your cup.” There she was, with a creepy smile on her face. It was the first time that I saw her like that. “I know you should have a lot of questions right now, and I will answer them, but before that…” She climbed in her bed next to me and immediately cuddled with my body as if her life depended; she inhaled my scent and left a sloppy kiss on my neck. “I missed that. I missed you.”

I tried to scream, but I noticed that any attempt was shut off by a cloth she put in my mouth. “Oh, sorry, I almost forgot that.” She said before freeing my mouth.

“Get out of me you psycho bitch!” I yelled while trying to get rid of the bed. She just ignored me and kept her face pressed against my chest. “Y/n, I don’t know what type of shit you’re doing right now, but you need to back off and let me go.”

“Why? So you can leave me again?” She snapped for the first time since I knew her. “Sorry to yell, but you need to understand that I can’t let you go, Kara. I love you, and I know you do too. You’re just getting corrupted by your sister and Lena. But it’s okay; these bitches will not be able to mess with you anymore. It’s just you and me against the world.” Her sweet tone made shivers run through my entire body.

“What do you mean, Y/n?” I asked.

She raised her head and looked at me with a wide smile. “They will never find us; I mean, we left the country a few days from now.”

“What do you mean, Y/n? Where are we?” I asked, more panicked.

“Greece. I told you that my dad had a house here, and he was more than happy to let us live there from now.” From her facial expression, it was not a lie, which meant that I couldn’t go back home? No, it’s impossible. I had a whole life back in the US.

Seeing the tears running down on my cheeks, a wide smile appeared on her face. “It’s okay, Kara. I’m here, and I will not leave you.” I wanted to throw up, scream, and maybe punch her, but I couldn't do anything about that. I couldn’t stop crying.

“I know that the change can be weird at first, but it’s okay, I will help you with that. I will never leave your side.” She pressed her lips against my cheeks.

Why everything was happening to me? Why did it have to be me? She was so lovely, and so caring, I started to dream about a future with her. Why did she need to ruin everything?

[owl-with-a-pen]

Kara had been juggling so many duties over the last few days, it had really started to feel like she had a secret identity all over again. Her fingers had been a constant blur across her phone screen, so much that she’d jumped into several meetings without knowing what they were even about or – for that matter – that she had meant to have been leading them. She could have gotten away with that as Kara Danvers, but people tended to notice when Kara Zor-El got distracted - probably because it usually meant an Earth-wide threat was imminent.

She’d already had to reassure five separate co-workers that wasn’t the case, even going as far as cutting her final editorial meeting thirty minutes short so that everyone could start their Fridays early. Maybe that just made them more suspicious of her, but she was running out of time. Alex had already sent her three warning texts:

Car’s packed up, where are you?

Don’t make me call a DEO emergency just to get your butt out of there!

⌚👈🏻 ???

Kara rolled her eyes, catching her tongue between her teeth as she scanned the most recent notification. She sent a quick ‘OMW’ before slinging her bag across her shoulder.

She was halfway out the office door when a voice stopped her in her tracks.

“So, any plans this weekend?”

Kara froze.

Cat Grant usually spent her Friday afternoons lamenting all the charity dinners and extracurriculars she’d be forced to attend while Kara nodded along with a well-practiced sympathetic grimace locked in place. She’d long since accepted this as a one-sided expectation. After all, Cat didn’t really do small talk. Call it the journalistic disposition, but no question of hers ever came without intention.

She’d posed this particular question with an expectant air, her fingers loosely linked beneath her chin as she watched Kara with cat-like patience from behind her desk.

Kara took a shallow breath, knowing already what those piercing eyes were trying to gauge. “Actually,” she said, treading carefully, “I’m out of town this weekend. I’m visiting my adoptive mom with my sister.”

Cat’s lips twitched with something predatory. She lifted her chin, snatching up a pen from her desk so that she could play idly with the clicker. Every click was as intentional as her question, drilling deep into Kara’s skull. “Ah,” she said, nodding slowly, “and so I suppose one would assume that there won’t be much Supergirl activity to account for, then?”

Kara laughed, fiddling nervously with the collar of her blouse. “Even Supergirl needs a vacation every once in a while. You’ve seen the figures, crime is at an all-time low, National City can last a weekend without me.”

Cat watched Kara without expression, still clicking out a calculated rhythm. “I suppose,” she conceded lightly. “Especially with that new DEO division headed by your… friend, right? John?”

“J’onn,” Kara corrected.

“Yes, yes, that’s the one.” Cat bit her lip. “Wide shoulders.” Her eyes lost focus before she shrugged suddenly, setting down her pen with a prompt snap. “I wonder what he’ll be up to.”

“You know the DEO doesn’t give interviews,” Kara reminded her, trying and failing to hide the strain in her voice. “Not even to Supergirl.”

“Of course.” Cat pondered for a moment, cocking her head. “And the little green one works there too, doesn’t he?”

Kara sighed, the purposeful ignorance wasn’t lost on her, just as Cat had intended. She tipped her head back, resigning herself to the conversation. “What are you getting at, Ms Grant?”

Cat blinked, perfectly innocent. “Just counting heads. I only wonder if we’ll be seeing much of your Super Friends over the next few days… with you out of town, of course.”

Kara pursed her lips, drumming her fingers against the doorframe. “Well, they’re more than capable of managing themselves without me.”

“So, we will be seeing them?”

Kara spluttered. She’d really stepped into that one. “It’s a big city,” she recovered quickly, “I’m sure there’ll be out there somewhere.”

“Interesting,” Cat said, dragging the word out long enough to make Kara uncomfortable. She hummed to herself, running her index finger delicately over the items on her desk until she found her phone, snatching it up. “I need to make a few calls,” she decided, shooing Kara out of the room with her other hand. “Have fun with your—mother.”

Kara took that as her cue, making an awkward albeit flustered goodbye as she elbowed her way out the door. She didn’t try to listen in on the conversation once she was gone – she didn’t need to - Cat had seen through her as plainly as she had her old disguise.

Technically, what Kara had told her wasn’t exactly a lie. She would be seeing Eliza this weekend – after all, she’d been invited to Nia and Brainy’s wedding, too.

It didn’t matter, Kara rationalised as she hurried into the elevator, Cat could call on every source she had available to her and she still wouldn’t be getting this scoop. No one would. Kara had been incredibly thorough about that, using fake names when it came to bookings, throwing out red herrings to rival news outlets, all to ensure that the media didn’t get even one whiff of what was going down. No one was getting a camera into the service on her watch – well, except the photographer, and Kara had already run a series of extensive background checks on her.   

As for general media speculation – well, she’d already warned the bride and groom to be that there really wasn’t much she could do about that. Every magazine in the country was currently building up the clicks with Superhero news and, right now, Dreamer and Brainiac-5 were trending across all channels. Cat certainly hadn’t helped with that; she’d sunk her claws into the story the second Dreamer had first been spotted out toting a Legion ring of her own. To avoid public knowledge of future events, the Legion was something of a forbidden topic when it came to interviews and so, for anyone outside of the loop, Dreamer suddenly wearing a ring matching Brainy’s was certainly turning heads.

Engagement had been thrown around hundreds of times, with other outlets outright claiming that she and Brainy had been married in secret. Nothing had been confirmed or denied by either party, but Kara had to admit it– you only needed eyes to see the chemistry between those two. They fought as one entity, complimenting each other’s stances, supporting each other in the field so that they always fell into step with each other. Just last week, Brainy had swept Dreamer into his arms amidst an explosion they’d narrowly escaped and the shot had been headlining every newspaper not twelve hours later. They were anything but discreet and, honestly, Kara had a hunch they were starting to enjoy all the attention. It certainly made her job as Maid of Honour that much harder.

Hiding this wedding was probably shaving years off her life.

At least it would be worth it when she got to see Nia go down that aisle.

When her phone pinged again with a fourth text from Alex, Kara groaned out loud.

You just lost shotgun privilege.

She just had to get there first.

[moistvonlipwig]

9 10 16 please? :D (cwsg, i’m sorry)

aye aye cap'n 🫡 under the cut for length

9. worst part of canon

I think it has to be Mon-El, who is so very terrible that even now he is stealing my ability to kvetch about other things. ...Luckily, this is my blog, so I can do what I want. So the other worst part of canon was the demonization and eventual murder of Manchester Black at J'onn's hands in the same season that saw James cozying up to the Children of Liberty (WHY) and the Superfriends insisting that killing them (the neo-Nazi analogues), even to prevent them from killing their marginalized alien targets, was Wrong and Bad.

(Crisis on Earth-X was pretty bad, too. Not sure how it didn't occur to any of the higher-ups that putting their heroes in Nazi uniforms in order to make them ~Cool Villains~ was maybe kind of a super fucking antisemitic thing to do.)

10. worst part of fanon

I was sorely tempted to just answer this with "el problema es el racismo," but thinking on it further that is technically the worst part of fandom, whereas fanon is generally understood to mean (a) post-colonial Marxist philosopher Frantz Fanon or (b) fan-constructed canon, i.e. headcanons that have become popular and widely accepted by many people in a fandom (sometimes to the point where people mistakenly believe that these headcanons are canon). I've already talked about my problems with the "Kara is a genius"/"Krypton is Advanced™ and Earth is Primitive™" take, as well as the "Lena never really cared about James" take; other popular fanon ideas I can't stand include "Clark is an asshole" (no >:( I like Clark), "J'onn is Alex and Kara's space dad" (citation needed), and "Eliza Danvers is the best mom ever" (when, lest we forget, Alex's whole Deal is a direct result of her Not being the best mom ever lol). Um...there's probably more but to be honest I'm blanking on what they would be.

16. you can’t understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

Hm, well, I could talk about general fanfic tropes I don't get but I prefer to stay fandom-specific in order to maximize damage from my biting and maiming. So I'll just expand on what I commented on your earlier post: I don't understand the appeal of the trope where Kara shows Lena Disney movies or imparts upon her the True Meaning of Christmas and thus transforms her life from one of forever sadness to one of joyful bliss. I'm not saying I don't like fics where Kara's presence in Lena's life improves her life -- ideally, I would imagine that both of them improve each other's lives. But the specific trope of "OMG, Lena had an abnormally wealthy and abusive childhood and thus has never done [normative thing for American (Christian) children to do that there is no canon evidence she hasn't done and also that is not necessary for healthy childhood psychological development], we must rectify this immediately!!!" baffles me.

[harleychick91]

New Story

El Mayarah (M)

Summary: After waking from a recurring dream, Kara tells Lena the truth about her identity and how she feels. Nothing goes as the Kryptonian hopes. After being attacked by The Children of Liberty, the only way to save Lena’s life is to take her to Argo City. What happens there will change everything.

Chapter One

Kara’s POV

Ever since Reign was defeated and The Children of Liberty gained power in the media, I've had nightmares. Some were about fighting The World Killers, losing, and them killing everyone I cared for or The Children of Liberty killing all aliens and everyone who helped aliens. Either way, everybody I loved or cared about ended up dying and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

The only way I could go back to sleep was making a cup of tea and wrapping myself in the blanket Lena had left after a movie night. Sipping the warm liquid, I thought about the last few months. Things are so messed up. Lena and Supergirl are at odds because of kryptonite and she doesn't know the truth. It's been too long. It won't end well when I tell Lena who Kara Danvers really is.

Flipping through Netflix, I put on a comfort show and let it play in the background. Lena still made me the kryptonite armor even after our fight. And she gave Mom the recipe to make more Harun-El. I'm so confused.

Desperately needing sleep, I rinsed my mug and went back to bed. Since the blanket still smelled like Lena's apartment, I brought it to bed with me. Nuzzling my face into it, I inhaled the calming scent.

Waking in my bed, I heard a knock on my door. Rushing to answer it, Brainy stood before me. "Brainy? What are you doing here?"

"You're talking to me. And you know who I am." His brow creased. "Supergirl is-,"

"You can't say that! " Pulling him inside, I closed the door quickly. "It's dangerous to walk around without your image inducer turned on."

"Do we know each other? I am Brainiac 5. A 12th level intellect. The Legionnaires call me Brainy." He walked around my apartment aimlessly looking around.

"Yes, we know each other. Mon-El sent you." Why does this feel so familiar?

"Yes. To make sure your neuro pathways are intact." Brainy picked up a plant and examined it. "Your brain is in remarkable health for someone languishing in a coma."

Oh, Rao. "The coma dream palace thing I was in," I sighed. Not this dream again. "Yes, you think I'm in a coma. I was, but I'm not anymore."

"Did I bury the lead?" His head tilted. "You've been in a coma for two days."

"I know. My subconscious feels most at ease here and so on."

"Yes, you've been in a coma."

No matter what I say, it's still going to play out. Rubbing my face, I went along with it. "I'm in my loft."

"Oh! This is just where your subconscious feels most comfortable. We're not really in your loft."

This can't be happening. "If I'm in a coma, how are you here?" I watched as the man continued to walk around my apartment.

"Mon-El woke me from hyper sleep to communicate with you on behalf of him and your D.E.O. patriates. 31st century technology. It's also what's keeping you alive."

"Alive?"

"Reign defeated you," he spoke curiously. "Don't you remember?"

Flashes of the fight and Alex finding me in the rubble flashed through my mind. Dread filled me. "No. This…Reign is still out there. People are dying. I need to wake up." Rushing to my door, I tried to open it to no avail.

"I don't think you're listening to me." I tried pulling harder but the door wouldn't give. "Could we maybe try relaxing for a bit?"

After finally giving up on the door, I paced the loft. "This is torture," I huffed. Sitting on the couch, I watched as Brainy inspected my kitchen. "What are you looking for?"

"Any sign of decay or damage. In a simulation like this, it can show up in any type of fashion. I want to make sure there's nothing that will harm your reality reentry."

"Reality reentry?" I held a pillow to my chest.

"If you're not properly prepared, you could go into shock. Some people die instantly."

"Wait, does that mean I'm ready to wake up?" Getting to my feet, I tossed the pillow. "Is there anything I need to do?" I made my way towards the door again.

"This is the manifest of your subconscious and that's the only way in or out. Logic says you need to walk through it."

Trying the door again, it wouldn't budge. "It's not opening." I continued to pull. "Why isn't it opening?"

"We drained the tank and you've suffered no ill effects of hibernation." Boiling water, Brainy sipped a cup of tea. I bit my lip realizing he used some of Lena's favorite tea. "Everything is physically fine. There must be a different reason your mind is keeping you here."

"You're saying I'm keeping myself here?" I scoffed. "That doesn't make any sense. I'm the one who wants out of here." I tried punching through the door but was only knocked back.

"Is there a reason your subconscious wants you to stay here? Self preservation perhaps? You were badly beaten." He sipped more tea as he sat on the couch. "Fear can be powerful."

"I am not afraid." I tried using my heat vision until everything around us was destroyed. Frustrated, I started to clean.

"Is there something different about this version of your loft? Something that stands out."

Placing some items on my coffee table, I looked around. My stomach dropped seeing coats, shoes, and other little things that weren't mine. A lot of Lena's things are here. Things that aren't actually in my loft. This is new. The dream has never taken this path before. Turning my gaze to the picture in hand, it was one I took of us. We were cheek to cheek and smiling.

"You've noticed something," Brainy's voice trailed. "Who is this brunette woman?" He picked up a nearby picture I kept on the side table. "Your mate? Mon-El said you were single."

"No. She's���just a friend." My stomach fell. I don't want her to be just a friend.

The man studied me. "You want her to be your mate." His head tilted. "You could be stuck because you're scared."

"I've not told her that I'm Supergirl. She'll hate me." I swallowed hard seeing the brunette in question appear sitting in my armchair. Walking towards her, I wrapped Lena in my arms. "I miss you."

"I'm right here, Kara," Lena nuzzled her face in my neck, holding me tightly.

"She appeared to you for a reason," he coaxed. "What is it?"

Releasing the shorter woman, I turned towards Brainy. "Possibly because I have to face the fact that I've had feelings for her?"

His brow creased. "But you love Mon-El."

"You can love more than one person at a time, I think." I took the safer option, falling for Mon-El. Loving him was easier than loving Lena. He was a certain thing. She's not.

"And now?" Brainy's attention shifted.

Turning back to dream Lena, I cupped her face. The action caused a warm smile to appear. "To get out of here I have to admit to myself that I love her…." That thought terrifies me.

My alarm woke me from my Lena, Brainy, coma dream. Staring at the ceiling, I thought about Lena and my feelings for her. I am so screwed. I need to bite the figurative bullet and tell her. I'd rather bite a real one.

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[supercorpkid]

Baby Danvers who is Kara's bio little sister sent to earth with Kara in the pod as a baby. Has a crush on Ruby Arias, they bond over being Kryptonian and teenagers not allowed to use their powers in public. Please 🙏

(love your work)

Everything Has Changed.

Supergirl. Baby Danvers. Kara Danvers x Sister!Reader, Alex Danvers x Sister!Reader, Ruby Arias x Reader. Sam Arias.

Word Count: 2310.

"No," Kara repeats, speaking to you as if you were a toddler. "You can't join the track team when you have super speed. You know that."

"You just won't let me do anything!" You scowl, showing your sister how upset you are. Usually, that's all it takes, but when it comes to your powers, Kara never budges.

"Yeah, because it's not fair to other people, Y/N! You have superpowers," Alex chimes in from the kitchen. You roll your eyes, knowing this was bound to happen. The open concept in Kara's apartment really doesn't help when you're trying to have a conversation with just one of them.

"What good are all these powers if I'm not allowed to use them?" You turn on your heel, quickly going to your bedroom and slamming the door behind you. You hear a crack in the wood and curse under your breath.

"If you break another door, you won't get a replacement!" Alex yells, and you grunt in frustration.

God! You break a few things around the house or bump into someone and break their arm on the street a couple of times and now you're treated as a menace! Sure, it doesn't help that your bedroom door looks like it might turn into ashes if you slam it one more time, but most of the time it isn't on purpose. 

Do you really want to join the track team? Not necessarily. What you really want is a way to use your powers without Kara and Alex yelling at you. You can't wait until you're an adult.

When you were younger, you couldn't wait to get your powers. When you and Kara crashed on this planet, she was already a teenager, so she immediately got all of them—the flying, super speed, super strength—everything you always wanted. But since you were a baby when you came to Earth, you had to wait until puberty.

Now, you finally have them. You can fly around the world, save people, hear all the gossip at school, and yet your sisters insist that you mustn't use them.

"How did Eliza do it?" Kara asks, and you put your headphones on mute to hear the conversation better. "I seriously don't remember what she used to do when it was me."

"Well, if I remember correctly, it was basically the same," Alex says, and you can't help but roll your eyes again. Perfect Kara Danvers wasn't so perfect after all.

"Eliza was more composed after it, though." Kara takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself. You slide your glasses down to look at them moving to the couch. "Did I mess up her life by bringing her to live with me? Eliza said she wanted Y/N to stay there."

"Kara," Alex reaches for Kara's arm, giving it a gentle stroke, "you wanted to bring her here so you could teach her about her powers, to help her feel how normal it is to have them. Besides, you promised your mom you'd take care of her."

"Alex, I know all the reasons, but what if they're not enough? Having me fly around, saving people, using my powers daily, and not being able to use hers—I don't think it's helping as much as I thought it would."

Alex is silent for a moment. "You know, Sam has told me the same thing about Ruby. Maybe we need to get them together, so she can see that even though her experience feels singular, it really isn't."

"That's a good idea, actually." Kara grabs her phone right away. "I'll ask Sam if they're free this weekend. Oh! And Lena can come too."

You smirk — of course Kara would want to bring Lena everywhere.

Kara knocks on your door a while later. You take your headphones off and watch as she slowly approaches, testing the waters. "I'm sorry you can't join the track team. You do understand why, right?"

You sit up in bed and give her a soft, "Yeah" so she knows you're no longer upset. She sits in front of you, grabbing one of your stuffed animals on the bed so she has something to do with her hands.

It takes a couple of seconds and a long breath from her to add, "I love you, baby. I'm just trying to protect you." Kara blinks at you, and you can see how sad she is about fighting with you all the time.

It's not fair that she had to take care of you all your life. Sure, Eliza was an incredible mother figure to both of you, but Kara is 13 years older than you, and she promised your mom she'd care for you when Alura put you both in that pod. And that's what she's done her entire life. She fed you, changed you, taught you both English and Kryptonese, told you about your planet, and showed you its place in the sky. She's the blood relative who truly raised you (sorry, Kal, but it's true).

As soon as she graduated from college and got a job, she brought you to National City to live with her. Eliza wasn't happy about it, but you were over the moon. You'd never say this out loud, but deep down you know Kara is your mom. Not Alura, not Eliza, not even Alex (though she sometimes feels like one). Kara cradled your baby self in her arms all those years ago, and she has yet to let go.

You throw yourself into her arms, hugging her with all your strength, grateful you can't hurt her with it. "I know. I'm sorry." Tears threaten to leave your eyes, and you swallow them. "Kar, I – I know you're doing more than you should as a sister. And so I don't want to be a burden to you."

"You are not a burden!" She squeezes you tighter. "You could never be a burden, little one. You are my whole world." Kara holds your face between her hands, her eyes full of tears, and when you look at her, you know exactly why. "You are the most important person to me in any universe. That's why I don't want you in any kind of danger."

"I know, but I just want to make you proud."

"Oh, baby. I couldn't be prouder of the girl you are, trust me. But we still need some rules about using your powers. You're all I have left," she reassures you.

"I mean, did I die at some point?" Alex asks, leaning against the doorway.

You smile. "Pretty sure you're a ghost, and this house is haunted, yeah."

Alex opens her arms and joins the hug. "You'll have a nice weekend with Ruby and will stop breaking the doors, right?"

You crack a smirk. "I'll try. No promises."

They let you fly to Metropolis, and you appreciate it, even if it's just a less-than-five-minute flight. You get to carry Alex, while Kara carries Lena—because, of course, Lena was coming.

You've met Sam before, though you don’t remember much about it. However, you’re sure you’ve never met Ruby. Usually, you dislike when people dictate who you should or shouldn’t be friends with, but that changes when you meet Ruby.

You love her excitement about things, which mirrors your own enthusiasm, often dimmed by other teenagers who want to look cool. Ruby is nice, has superpowers, and is best friends with her mom (which is similar to your relationship with your older sisters). So when Sam says you’ll have to share a room with Ruby, you’re thrilled.

It's refreshing to have someone you can confide in about your powers, your frustration with not being able to use them freely, and how much you love your sisters despite their misunderstandings.

"I know! Like, okay, I get it. I can't use my powers to gain an advantage in life, but maybe I want to play volleyball!"

"Or join the track team!" You agree, pointing at her. Ruby’s smile widens, and you stare up at her from your spot on the sleeping bag on the floor.

"And honestly, she gets so mad when I break something, like it’s my fault I have super strength." Ruby makes space for you in bed and invites you up with a gesture. You promptly sit in front of her without a word, too preoccupied with your complaints to talk.

"And yes, I understand it's hard to explain why my door keeps breaking, but I’m a teenager! I’m supposed to slam doors behind me."

Ruby laughs in agreement. "It probably doesn’t help when I break things at school, though."

"One time I stopped suddenly in P.E. class, and a kid running behind me ran into me. He broke his nose. I didn’t even move." You give her a sheepish smile. "That was hard to explain."

"That’s nothing! We were playing dodgeball, and I sent someone flying across the room." Your eyes widen at the image. "I was banned from P.E. for weeks, and everyone started calling me 'Wonder Chick.'"

"Uh," You smile. "Did you tell them they got the planets mixed up?"

"Tried to. Mom wouldn’t let me."

You laugh loudly, and although Ruby laughs too, she shushes you so none of the adults come to check on you.

You talk all night, and as the hours pass, the connection between you deepens. You can’t believe how easy it is to open up to Ruby, sharing things you’ve never felt comfortable saying before. After showing her where Krypton would have been if it still existed and teaching her a few Kryptonian words, you both lie side by side on the roof, gazing at the early morning sky.

The sun rises, casting an orange glow that makes Ruby's chestnut eyes shine even more than when she’s telling a story. You think it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. Her eyes feel like coming home.

The conversation eventually slows, and a comfortable silence settles between you. You’re both exhausted, but there’s a sense of peace that neither of you wants to break.

“I’m really glad I came here,” you murmur, your eyes heavy with sleep.

"Yeah," She scoots a little closer. "I’m really glad you came too. I’ve never met anyone who understands me so much."

"I know! Same." You bite your lower lip, looking at Ruby's lips. "I think you might be one of my favorite people already." Your cheeks flush when you realize what you just said. "Is that weird?"

"No." She shakes her head, eyes flicking between your eyes and lips. "It can’t be weird to meet your soulmate."

Soulmate? Oh.

"May I ask what you two are doing out here?" Kara’s voice nearly makes you jump out of your skin.

"Shit." You place a hand on your chest, checking if it’s still there. "Kara! You scared us!"

"You two should be in bed!" You open your mouth to argue, but your sister cuts you off. "Come on, go get some sleep. You guys can talk more before we have to leave."

Your face drops at the thought of leaving, and you see the same sadness on Ruby’s face when Kara’s eyes soften. "You guys will see each other again. Rao, why are teenagers so dramatic?" When she doesn’t see you moving, she adds, "Bed! Now!"

You obey her orders, Ruby slipping into bed and you into the uncomfortable sleeping bag on the floor. You drift off quickly, a sense of contentment washing over you. Despite only getting a couple of hours of sleep, you don’t regret it one bit.

"Ruby! Y/N! Come down for breakfast!" Sam calls from downstairs. Even though more sleep sounds tempting, breakfast sounds even better. You both rush to the kitchen.

"Oh, cool sweater, by the way!" Ruby points at the "Power to the Girls" slogan, and you beam.

"Thanks," Kara’s voice comes from the couch. You can see her snuggled up with a mug and Lena, but she’s not looking at you. "It’s mine. And no, I didn’t let her borrow it."

You glance down at the sweater. "It was mixed with my laundry. I thought you’d given it to me!"

"Nice try." Her voice comes a second later. "Stop stealing my clothes."

You shrug. "I tried."

The rest of the day passes in a dreamlike haze. You find yourself wishing your sisters had thought of this sooner, but you’re incredibly grateful they finally did. Meeting Ruby, your soulmate, has changed everything. For the first time, you don’t feel so alone with your powers. You have someone who truly understands you.

When it’s time to say goodbye, you feel a pang of sadness, but you know this isn’t the end.

"You’ll come visit next weekend, right?" You ask again, even though both Sam and Ruby have reassured you several times.

"Yeah. And you’ll text before that, right?"

"As soon as I get home!" You smile proudly. "So in like, five minutes."

"Cool."

You can’t suppress your smile as you look at her one last time before taking flight. "Cool."

As you fly back home, you feel a sense of peace you hadn’t expected. Meeting Ruby is one of the best things that has happened in your life, and you’re already certain of it. Maybe your sisters are right about some things, but that doesn’t mean you’re alone. You now have Ruby, someone who understands you like no one else ever will.

You: Photo 📸 You: Guess what? It turns out you can break doors when you're too happy too! Rubes: Love the pic. Alex looks thrilled 😆 Rubes: Please get a new one before I visit.

You smile at your phone. For the first time in a long while, you feel that things are going to be okay. Your life isn’t as bad as you thought. In fact, it might just be pretty great.

[oneshotnewbie]

Can you make a oneshot where Alex Danvers plays Mario Kart with Baby Danvers because Baby Danvers is sick?

ᕚ---ᕘ

Already the day before at the DEO you showed small signs of illness during a mission. Weakness, indescribable sweating, mixed with a high fever and flu-like symptoms whereupon J´onn sent you home to rest.

He noticed that one of his favorite Danvers actually looked a little more sickly than they were letting on and grimaced. Even if you shook your head frantically and tried to suppress a cough, your eyes were dull, your skin pale and your cheeks seemed to glow in an unusual reddish color.

In that state, he did not want you to continue working.

Even after J´onn called your siblings to the lab you were working in and the redhead put a hand on your forehead, you did not let go of your lie. "Hey, girls. I am not sick," you said with a sniffling nose and yet they were undeterred and sighed almost in unison. "You are running a fever. Kara will take you home now and you will go to bed. No back talk."

Nodding, you stood up, took off your lab coat and disappeared from the small lab into the changing room. You gave up arguing with your siblings, had to admit to yourself that they were right.

Your head felt like it was stuffed with cotton. You have not been feeling so great for days. You froze no matter how high you turned the heater on in the lab, your nose ran non-stop and made it difficult for you to breathe. Your throat was sore when you ate or drank, and you had a sore taste on your tongue from the violent fits of coughing you were trying to suppress.

Kara took you home, had quickly rummaged in the bathroom for pills and medicine in the drawer for headaches and coughing. She put all the different medicines on the table in the living room and prepared a teapot for you, humming softly to herself.

Meanwhile you lay down on the sofa and closed your eyes. You were very lucky to have such wonderful sisters, they were the ones who looked after you so lovingly when you were sick and vice versa.

"Here, I made you some tea. I want this pot to be empty before Alex and I come home tonight," she said, smiling at you. You gratefully accepted the tea and rubbed your forehead with the back of your hand before taking a sip from the full cup. "Will be done, mom."

The blonde rolled her eyes before kissing you on the top of your head and leaving you alone. She wanted to stay with you and take care of you, but today was one of those days when Supergirl was constantly needed.

You spent most of the day resting, falling into a peaceful sleep shortly after Kara´s disappearance. You woke up briefly in the afternoon and turned around, but your body did not want to go back to sleep so you made it your mission to counteract your boredom.

Laying comfortably on a pillow in front of the TV, you rekindled your childhood. Water and tea were set aside, some cough drops from the bag spilled wildly across the table while blank papers of them lay on the floor.

The images of Mario Party, Bandicoot and SpongeBob SquarePants flickered on the flat screen TV for the next few hours, immersing you in your own world. Only when your two siblings came home with dinner that evening did you come back to reality.

ᕚ---ᕘ

During the dinner together, the redhead asked you to compete against her in Mario Kart and your face looked determined to finish her off. Meanwhile, Kara was tired after the hard day and lay down on the free couch, watching Yoshi and King Boo shooting each other.

You fidgeted happily on your stomach to adjust your awkward position on the floor, leaning slightly against your big sister and uttered a few loud coughs meanwhile the redhead tried to focus on what was happening on the screen while taking a sip from her beer.

You really enjoyed being around your sisters in a calm environment without work getting in the way. And even if you were actually too old for something like that, the whole thing was still a lot of fun for all of you.

You drove skillfully and calmly along the routes while Alex concentrated on every little thing on the screen and pressed the buttons with sweaty hands. Kara, on the other hand, ate the last potstickers that were left and could not help but laugh at the soft curses coming from the oldest Danvers.

Cheering, you threw the controller in front of you after your deserved victory and turned to Kara, who sat amusingly on the sofa and watched you conquer the Mario Kart tracks. Her gaze literally melted away at your happy sight of the golden trophy. "Look who is at the top of the list and who only came third and got beaten by an non player character," you stated and a wide grin spread across your still sickly looking face.

"You do not play fair! You cheat!"

Alex was not too thrilled about standing on the last winner´s podium. Usually, she way always the first when she played against Winn. But you were a tougher opponent, with good luck for the gifts.  "I do not cheat! I gave you time to pass me several times-" you began, but were immediately cut off. "Nevertheless you managed to sneak up on me from behind and then throw those green Koopa things at me"

"It is not my fault thatyou drive like an old granny in first gear!" you stuck out your tongue and leaned towards her. The redhead rolled her eyes and gently pushed you away from her. The blonde grunted and started laughing uproariously at the comparsion while the redhead gave you a look that could kill you. You had provoked her and now you had to suffer for it. She jumped on top of you and tickled you through, you squealing happily as she did so. "Alex, leave her alone. She can not breathe anymore"

"I want revenge"

[danversxluthor]

Luthor-Danvers - A Reckless Endevour

Part 2 - Hooky

The next morning, El woke up at 4am, 2 hours before her alarm, and continued to turn her plan for the day over and over again in her head. The teen had grown used to the feeling of constant exhaustion after two weeks of little sleep and her mental wheels turning. El had never played hooky before, never been in trouble at school, never blatantly lied about something so significant, and certainly never done anything this dangerous or reckless. Today marked the end of “perfect rule following El” and the beginning of some part of herself that El didn’t even know what to call yet. She tried to quell her fears by reminding herself that this was all to protect her family, even though the thought of her moms’ disappointed faces haunted her. 

El finally got up at 6, made her bed, got dressed in her usual school uniform--a blue and green plaid skirt, navy knee high socks, and a long sleeve white oxford under her green cardigan sweater. El looked in the mirror one last time, an immaculately pressed uniform hung loose from her skinny frame, strawberry blond pin straight hair fell just below her shoulder blades, and light green eyes stared from behind her slightly crooked, rectangle glasses, her typical school day look. The only noticeable difference that El knew she couldn't hide were the heavy bags under her eyes. Taking a deep breath, El opened her door and stepped out ready to put her plan in play.

“Morning mom,” El said as she walked into the large white and grey kitchen. She grabs a banana from the fruit basket on the counter and sits at the island across from Lena. 

“Hey Ellie, sleep ok?” Lena asked, still looking down at her phone. The CEO already had her makeup on and was dressed for the day in a black pencil skirt, deep green blouse, and three inch black heels. El couldn’t imagine wearing such uncomfortable clothes five days a week, or even one for that matter. 

“Yeah, I guess.” Lena looked up and into her daughter’s tired eyes. The CEO started to notice that El seemed excessively tired in the past weeks, more so than a typical growing teen. She knew it likely had something to do with Kara’s injuries weeks earlier, but figured El’s anxiety would ease as time passed. Now that it had been over two weeks since Kara woke, Lena was starting to think that perhaps something else may be contributing to the teen’s exhausted state. Lena and Kara talked after leaving El’s room the night before. They decided not to push El into therapy just yet, but to keep a closer watch for any signs of depression, anxiety, or concerning behaviors. 

“Where’s Jeju?” El looked over her shoulder to the closed balcony door.

Lena poured her second cup of coffee and leaned her forearms on the white marble counter, “Emergency. Apparently, there was a fire from an engine explosion at the docks this morning.” El couldn’t hide the worry from her face and unconsciously bit her lower lip. All El could picture was Kara in the med bay again, looking completely lifeless. Lena picked up on El’s anxiety and reached for her daughter’s hand. “El, look at me. You have nothing to worry about. Jeju is going to be ok. It’s just a fire, and Aunt Alex and the DEO will be there as back up.” 

“No, I--I’m not worried.” El’s voice rose at the end, giving away her already unconvincing lie. She looked down and continued to eat her banana. 

Lena’s phone went off a second later. “And look who it is,” Lena passed her phone to El with a smirk. Kara had texted a picture of herself and Alex, both with soot smudged on their faces and big smiles. “See just fine. A little messy, but fine.” El nodded with relief.

Lena drove El to school for the first time in two weeks. While Kara was off supergirl duty, the hero insisted on taking her daughter to school with the hope that Lena could get to work earlier and eventually home earlier, which didn’t always happen. El loved her momma driving her, there was loud music and singing, it was the only way Kara could cheer El up for a day at school. Lena was a more practical driver, they listened to NPR and talked about odds and ends at L-Corp or school, all while Lena occasionally peaked at her phone which vibrated endlessly with notifications. 

Pulling up to the carpool lane, El opened the passenger door and grabbed for her overly stuffed backpack. Lena leaned over and touched El’s left wrist, clearly making sure El was wearing her watch. El raised a single brow as if to say ‘really mom? . . . yes, the watch is there.’ El pulled up her sleeve to show the blue watch secured on her wrist. Lena looked away quickly and withdrew her hand, a bit taken aback by having been caught by her daughter. “Wouldn’t dream of forgetting the restraints.” El added sarcastically, but feeling a bit bad at her own remark. After all, her mom was just trying to help.  

Lena looked at El with a frown of disapproval. “Hey, watch the attitude young lady.” El looked down and mumbled “sorry,” an answer which usually wouldn’t fly with Lena, but she knew the start of the school week was always difficult for El and this was even more so with Kara back to supergirl duty. Lena looked in her rearview mirror at the line of cars forming behind her and remembered, “I won’t be able to take you home today. I can either ask Aunt Alex or you can take--.”

Before Lena could finish, El blurted out “bus!” Then, realizing she came off a bit too excited, El cleared her throat, “I- I’ll just take the bus. No need to bother Aunt Alex,”  El said in a nonchalant tone. Honk honk--the dad two cars down interrupted, clearly in a rush. Lena scowled looking behind her. The two exchanged quick goodbyes. Lena, however, didn’t drive off to work right away. Instead the CEO pulled into the parking lot adjacent to the school where she could still see El. Lena couldn't help but feel nervous about El’s lack of social life - she never wanted El to feel as alone as she did growing up. 

Lena watched as El walked through the school campus with her gaze drawn down to the concrete and shoulders curled in on herself as if blocking out the arbitrary highschool world happening around her. El became almost unrecognizably small, as if she was a whole different person from the poised and confident daughter Lena knew at home. All Kara and Lena wanted for their daughter was to have what neither of them had, a loving family and the chance to be a kid. Lena couldn’t help but feel they had failed El in some way. 

El opened the doors to the main building and made a b-line for the first floor girls bathroom. The first floor was reserved for the cafeteria and administrator’s offices, including the principal and counselors. As such, the girls bathroom was rarely occupied and, lucky for El, it was located right next to the cafeteria’s back entrance, making it the perfect launching point for her plan. 

El only had 10 minutes before the bell rang, so she needed to work fast if she was going to make it out of school undetected. She moved efficiently, first pulling out the DEO issued black uniform from her backpack. She had swiped the uniform from the agency along with a careless agent’s security badge a week ago while visiting Aunt Alex for a powers check up. The DEO uniform was unassuming to the average eye, though a bit big on El. Nonetheless, it would still pass as a disguise to get her into the prison visit with Lex. Once El finished tying her black boots, she pulled her long hair into a tight, military style bun, and put her glasses away in her backpack.   

Next, El unstrapped the blue watch from her wrist. Even though the watch’s primary use was to dim her powers, it had many other features, one of which was a gps tracker. El carefully folded her school uniform so as not to wrinkle it too much and tucked it in a smaller bag along with her watch and cellphone. She placed the bag in the ceiling vent with 2 minutes to spare. 

El peered out the bathroom door. The coast was clear and most students were now on the upper floors heading off to their various classrooms. El quickly and quietly left the bathroom and went out the cafeteria’s side door and into the back alley. With her head down, El got herself to the bus station three blocks away. 

Less than 20 minutes later, El was in the penthouse garage, having snuck a pair of car keys from the junk drawer in the kitchen a few days earlier. The penthouse had a private garage packed with over a dozen cars, from fast sport cars to military grade SUVs, but the keys El had belonged to a simple silver toyota camry Kara occasionally drove. El unlocked the car and immediately opened the control board under the wheel and connected her laptop to the car’s control center to disable the car’s gps tracker, because of course Lena needed gps on everything. This was an easy task for El and within 30 seconds she disconnected her laptop from the control panel.

With her laptop still open, El began hacking the school’s system, which was even easier than the car. El went to the school’s attendance system, which showed her as ‘absent’ and changed her status to ‘present.’ This would ensure her school wouldn’t make any unwanted calls to her moms notifying them that she failed to show up for class.  

With everything in order, El finally started the car with shaky hands. It finally hit her, she was actually doing this. . . there was no going back now. El had never driven in the city before and didn’t even have her driver’s license yet. Aunt Alex had taught her the diving basics and even let her drive on some backroads when she went to visit her grandma Eliza in Midvale. El drove out of the parking structure and to her surprise had an easy escape from the city, going against the morning rush hour traffic.

Finally the adrenaline from the morning subsided and El released a heavy sigh. El memorized the directions to the prison last night and sat back for the remaining three hour drive. She ran through how she was going to approach her conversation with Lex. Aware that Lex had a knack for getting into people’s heads, El resolved that she would keep her outward emotions to a minimum. To ensure her own safety, El had to guard her emotions and mind. 

Two hours into El’s drive, self doubt and guilt started to fog her thinking. She couldn’t help but imagine all the ways she could slip up and be caught. What if the prison knew she was obviously a rogue teen and not a DEO agent. They would have to call her moms, who would be so disappointed and hurt, not to mention El would be grounded for life. Or would the DEO simply lock her up for impersonating an agent? Then El would just be another Luthor in prison. That thought caused El to spiral in another direction. She began to question whether she was going too far. Would she end up like Lex? El tried to refocus but the thought that she was just like Lex kept creeping into her mind. Just like Lex, El was now a criminal, having committed, she didn’t even know how many crimes in a single day. Not to mention, she was on her way to ask a murderer for kryptonite. She shivered with anxiety, the similarities to Lex frightening her to her core.

El can just make out the prison on the horizon, less than 10 minutes away now. El refocuses her mind. She can’t be emotionally vulnerable when she sees Lex. Her mind has to be an impenetrable rock, so she can get the information she needs and be back at the penthouse by 4. El reviews her plan in her head one more time as she nears the prison.

As El pulls up to the front gate, five guards surround the camry. El keeps her face neutral and pulls out a DEO issued badge. One of the guards steps forward, looks the badger over front and back, signals to the gatekeeper and El is in. 

El had never been in a maximum security prison before, or any prison for that matter. She had seen the DEO’s holding cells but those were only meant for short term use. This was totally different from the DEO. El stared straight ahead, forcing her eyes not to wander with curiosity, as she was brought just outside a secured meeting room. 

“Agent Holms,” the guard addressed El, “you have one hour. We’ll be right outside if she needs anything.” 

El nodded and the guards positioned themselves at the entrance of the hall and meeting room. Peering into the gray poorly lit room, El saw a tall bald man eyeing the door with a hint of amusement. El took a deep breath and then opened the door and walked immediately to the chair opposite Lex and sat. She fumbled with a small device in her bag, it was a demo from L-Corp that would manipulate any recording devices to make video footage blur and audio incomprehensible. It was just a precaution, after all she didn’t want anyone knowing her interest in kryptonite. 

El finally looked up at her Uncle Lex for the first time and felt a strange pull toward him. 

“Hello El,” Lex’s mouth formed a menacing grin.

[bigbangsanvers]

The Love That Finally Found Me

written by jkbtseriously

Rating: Teen and up audiences

Warnings: None

Summary:

Alex Danvers swore off magic and love the moment both killed her father and ruined her life. Now she lives in National City and keeps her mom at arm's length. When tragedy strikes, and Eliza dies suddenly, Alex must return to Midvale to take care of her younger adopted sister. Suddenly thrust back into a world she had run from, Alex is now responsible for a teenager she barely knows. When her childhood best friend Lucy Lane shows up, Alex isn’t prepared for the trouble that follows.

Additional tags: Alternate Universe - Magic, Angst with a Happy Ending, Minor Character Death, Brief description of violence, TW: Abusive Relationship

With art included by @labellewolf13

These works were part of Sanvers Big Bang 2023 and were revealed on November 15.

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Headcanons for being Alex Danvers' Daughter

Growing up in and out of the DEO and on the busy streets of National City gave you a first hand look at how tough your family is and so on your first day of kindergarten you had apparently seen 17 more aliens than any of your classmates, which they had all said zero. Except for a little boy which said he was an alien. And you added to your number. 18 aliens.

The nights Alex was home, which was every night unless the city is literally falling apart, she would tuck you in and sing you to sleep.

Alex picks you up from school and then it's home most days but some times it's straight back to the DEO if things are heated.

You'll never tell your friends, but you have free access to Supergirl anytime you want. But you honestly didn't know Kara was Supergirl til you were like 8 years old, so she's just aunt Kara to you, half the time you forget she is Supergirl until she changes in her super speed in front of you.

For a long time you looked up to your aunt Kara. I mean who wouldn't. So while you knew your mom was totally cool and all she was still your embarrassing mom and aunt Kara was Supergirl...

You were a bit shocked when she sat you down and told you she was into girls instead of guys, but it didn't take much more that a week or two to process it and understand your mom.

Basically living at the DEO taught you many things, including, keeping your thumbs on the outside of your fist when punching, how to pull a really good prank on an alien, how to hide yourself away in a building with trained agents keeping an eye out for you, how to throw a ninja star, and how to shoot a gun(Alex taught you that though), how to make a army general very very angry(that technically wasn't your fault but you still left crying), and what it takes to make Winn freak out beyond compare (which is way easier that you think).

Game nights with family are the best. When you play as your moms partner your unstoppable, but even now you always want to play with Nia.

When learning how to drive you ran into a tree off the road and took a picture while waiting, sending it to a Danvers family GroupChat saying, "My driving skills are out of this road"

It was your aunt Kara's old car. She wasn't terribly mad. But Director of the DEO scary Alex Danvers AKA Mom was livid.

You weren't allowed to drive for two months. Alex even moved your DMV appointment because of how mad she was.

You begged her not to. which turned into angry crying and some yelling from both parts...

So the next week was spent in your room, school, and the DEO. trying to avoid your mom.

Things blew over and you eventually got your license! Yay!

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Do you have ideas you can share about the hockey au 👀

I can share this little snippit from the thing i've been writing for it (which is longer than i intended i'm i'm just ugh, i have so many other things to be writing)

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Now Alex does get mad.

She doesn't want to move, especially not to Minnesota of all places.

She only really knows about Minnesota from The Mighty Ducks, so she digs into the bookshelf in the living room, pulling out the atlases and encyclopedias and absolutely not.

Minnesota is as far as you can get from the ocean.

Minnesota gets snow all winter.

Minnesota only has, like, two cities.

But Alex is eleven (she had one more birthday with her friends, at least) and doesn't have any say, so to Minnesota they move.

But Alex is eleven and extremely smart and realizes something more is going on. It starts with the sudden move, then the order to not tell anybody where they're moving -

we're trusting you, Alex. you can't tell anybody

- and when they get to Lakeville, Minnesota, she's told that she isn't going to be Alexandra Josephine Danvers anymore.

'There are bad people who want Kara,' her mom tells her while her dad takes Kara to get ice cream. 'And we have to keep both of you safe from them.'