#Kara being all soft…I love the idea

[dreamsfulblues]

Yall there’s a new OsoSan short and omg it’s so relatable and cute 😭

(Forget everything I said on my headcanon list about their bodies)

[elixirina]

Hey! I saw your post about requests being open (and that you enjoy writing angst)! I humbly submit for consideration toward any of the following: Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Lexi Grey, or Kara Danvers.

Reader being discovered in the wee hours of the morning, unconscious or barely conscious, outside characters place of work or place they frequent (home, thinking spot, running path, etc etc) with a pretty serious wound. It's getting to the colder months of the year so them being out unsheltered seemingly all night makes the situation that much worse.

Tone of the ending and reason for them being in that situation I shall leave up to your preference. I hope this tickles your creative juices :)

hihi!! i really loved this request and i decided to make it a natasha fic!! i incorportated most of what you said and added some things and changed some but i love how this turned out. hope you enjoy !!

# here, kitty kitty — iron man!natasha romanoff x fem!blackcat!reader

synopsis — after a rather long day, natasha's met with a bloody surprise on her fire escape.

warnings — reader being a flirtatious mess, physical injury, mentions of blood, nat trying not to curse, angst, i don't think anything else

please please please reblog and like 🤍

© elixirina — all rights reserved. my work is never to be reposted, translated, modified, etc, even if i am credited.

the sky was a blanket of soft gray, heavy with clouds that spilled a steady drizzle onto the world below. raindrops danced against the windows, their rhythmic tapping filling the quiet air. the new york streets glistened with a mirror-like sheen, reflecting the blurred colors of the passing cars and neon street signs. luckily, most new york residents were used to this kind of weather this time of year, yourself included.

after a rather nasty fight with another vigilante, you found yourself roaming the dark, empty streets, bloodied and battered.

you contemplated going back to your apartment, but you knew these streets like the back of your hand; you knew you were at least 20 minutes away.

so, you looked for the next best thing: natasha’s apartment.

now, you’d only known the woman for a short amount of time, but to be completely honest, you felt safer going to her than anyone else. maybe you were just going soft. whatever.

a cool, damp breeze carried the fresh scent of rain-soaked earth and pavement, the rain blowing in your face as it did so. everything seemed to move slower, as though the rain had draped a calming hush over the bustling city.

as you walked, you could feel the blood gushing out of each and every one of your wounds. you knew it was a stupid idea, walking the one mile to her apartment but you would just have to pull through. though, there was no denying the unbearable agony you were in.

limping your way through the streets, the apartment complex natasha lived in, came into view. it was a tall, building with weathered bricks and fire escapes zigzagging down the sides.

knowing you couldn't enter the building because that would cause suspicion, you slowly made your way to the side of the building, where the fire escapes were lined on the walls. you did a quick check for cameras, which fortunately, there were none.

you look up, examining all six rows of windows. natasha was on the fourth floor. fourth row, fifth window. now, how the hell were you going to climb up that latter and all those stairs? shit.

you'd done this before, obviously, but with a burning sensation in your abdomen? definitely not.

with a resigned sigh, you gritted your teeth and reached for the cold metal of the fire escape ladder. the rain made everything slick, and your bloodied, gloved fingers slipped slightly, but you held on, determined. each movement sent a fresh wave of pain shooting through your body, but you pulled through on. you couldn’t risk being seen like this.

the first rung was the hardest, your muscles screaming in protest. it felt like every cell in your body wanted to quit, but the thought of natasha—of her calm, steady presence—propelled you upward. one rung. then another. the ladder creaked softly under your weight, blending with the hum of the rain.

by the time you reached the first platform, your breathing was ragged, your vision blurring slightly.

you paused, leaning against the railing as you gathered your strength. the rain continued to fall, drenching you completely now, but it dulled the sharp sting of your wounds, if only for a moment.

"come on," you muttered to yourself, wiping the rain from your eyes with the back of your hand. "just three more floors." you cracked your neck.

the climb was agonizing. every pull of your arms and push of your legs sent pain radiating through your body, but you couldn’t stop. Not now. not when you were so close. when you finally reached the fourth floor, you nearly collapsed against the railing. your hands trembled as you forced yourself to move toward natasha’s window.

fifth window, you reminded yourself, counting them out one by one. there it was. the faint glow of a lamp illuminated the room inside, but no on inside. let it be her who leaves her lights on all the time.

you cursed under your breath, the rain pouring down even harder than before. you sat down on the platform, though even that movement felt like fire in your body.

you were certainly hoping she was just in her bedroom. however, when you knocked on the glass of the window, there was no response.

"wow, the universe is really on my side today." you uttered sarcastically, rolling your eyes to the best of your ability.

minutes dragged on, and your patience wore thin. just as you contemplated dragging yourself back down the fire escape—a terrible idea, given your condition—you heard the faint click of heels on pavement below. you perked up, glancing over the edge, and there she was. natasha. walking toward the building with an umbrella in one hand and a paper bag in the other, completely unaware of the disaster waiting for her on the fire escape.

“nat,” you breathed in relief, your voice barely audible even to yourself.

she stopped by the front door, scanning her surroundings with the precision of someone who never let her guard down. her gaze darted upward, freezing the moment it landed on you. for a split second, her face was unreadable. then, her brows furrowed in a way that made your chest ache more than your wounds.

“are you freaking kidding me?” she called up, her voice sharp, though it cracked slightly at the end.

her umbrella clattered to the ground as she darted into the alley and grabbed the fire escape ladder. the metal groaned softly under her weight, but natasha moved fast, climbing with a precision that reminded you just how good she was at what she did.

“hey, red,” you rasped when she reached you, managing the ghost of a grin. “miss me?”

she crouched in front of you, her sharp green eyes scanning your face, then trailing down to the rest of you. the exasperation you expected was nowhere to be found. instead, her expression darkened as she took in the full extent of your injuries. blood soaked through the leather of your suit, and a nasty gash on your bicep had left a trail of crimson dripping onto the platform below.

her jaw tightened. “what the hell happened to you?”

“ran into someone who didn’t appreciate my charm,” you quipped, trying to lighten the mood. “jealous, maybe.”

natasha didn’t laugh. her eyes lingered on the wound on your abdomen, and when she reached out to inspect it, her fingers brushed against your side. you flinched, unable to hold back a sharp hiss of pain.

“god,” she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. she knelt closer, her hands hovering over the worst of the damage as though she wasn’t sure where to start. “why didn’t you go to your place and then a hospital?”

“c’mon, red,” you said, forcing a smirk despite the searing pain. “hospitals don’t let you flirt with their nurses like this. figured i'd wait here until i heard, 'here, kitty kitty'.” you chuckled, the sensation making your stomach ache.

“stop it,” she snapped, her voice suddenly harsh. her gaze shot up to meet yours, and for the first time, you saw something crack in her carefully composed exterior. “this isn’t funny.”

you blinked, your smirk faltering. “nat—”

“do you have any idea how bad this is?” she interrupted, her tone sharp but trembling. her hand pressed lightly against the wound on your abdomen, trying to stem the bleeding. “damn it, y/n, if i hadn’t come back just now…” she trailed off, her jaw clenching as she swallowed hard.

“hey,” you said softly, your voice weaker now. you lifted your hand to the best of your ability, placing it on her cheek. “i’m fine. i made it here, didn’t i?”

she shook her head, her lips pressing into a tight line as she helped you to your feet. “you’re an idiot,” she muttered, but the words lacked venom.

“yeah, but i’m your idiot,” you teased weakly, leaning on her as she guided you through the open window.

once inside, she eased you down onto the couch and crouched in front of you again. as she grabbed the first aid kit, you noticed her hands were shaking ever so slightly. she opened the kit with the kind of precision that spoke to how many times she’d done this before, but her silence hung heavy between you.

god, this pained you. the last thing you wanted to do was worry her, and you had done just that. “nat,” you started, but she cut you off.

“don’t,” she said sharply, not looking at you as she began to open your suit, cleaning the blood from your side. “just… don’t.”

the sting of antiseptic made you flinch, but you bit your tongue. her movements were firm but careful, her focus locked entirely on patching you up.

after a few moments, “you scared me,” she said finally, her voice quieter than you’d ever heard it. the words hung heavy in the air, and the sharp edge of anger was gone now, replaced by something raw and unguarded.

you blinked, caught off guard. “nat…”

“no,” she cut you off, setting the cloth down and sitting back on her heels. her eyes, now shimmering with an emotion you couldn’t quite place, met yours. “do you even get it? i come home, and I see you—half-dead, bleeding out on my fire escape like it’s just another...freaking tuesday.”

her voice cracked slightly, and she quickly looked away, as if embarrassed by the slip. she ran a hand through her damp hair, taking a steadying breath. “do you have any idea what went through my head when i saw you up there?”

“natasha,” you tried again, softer this time.

“i thought you were dead,” she continued, ignoring you. H=her fists clenched at her sides. “for a split second, I thought I was too late. and the worst part? the worst part is that you probably don’t even care. you’ll laugh it off, throw some stupid flirt my way, and act like it’s fine. like you didn’t just scare the hell out of me.”

her words hit you harder than you expected, the guilt settling deep in your chest. you just wanted to say sorry, even though you knew that wasn't enough. you wanted to tell her how much you felt for her and how you were never going anywhere. you opened your mouth to say something—anything—but she wasn’t done.

“do you know how many people i’ve lost because of this kind of stupidity? people who thought they were invincible, who thought they could take the hit and keep going?” she was looking at you again now, her green eyes blazing with a mix of anger and something that looked a lot like fear. “i can’t… i can’t do that again.”

your breath hitched. you’d seen natasha angry before, you’d seen her annoyed, amused, even borderline fond. but this? this was different. this made your stomach churn.

“natasha,” you said, your voice breaking slightly. “i didn’t mean to—”

“i don’t care what you meant,” she interrupted, shaking her head. “you think it doesn’t matter, that you can just push through anything, but it matters to me, okay? you matter to me.”

the confession hit you like a punch to the gut. for a moment, the pain in your body was secondary to the ache in your chest. you’d always known natasha cared in her own way but hearing her say it—hearing the crack in her voice as she did—made it feel real in a way you hadn’t expected.

you swallowed hard, your usual bravado slipping away. you propped yourself up with your shoulders, despite the ache. “i didn’t mean to scare you,” you said softly, the teasing edge completely gone from your voice. “i swear, i didn’t.”

her shoulders slumped slightly, some of the fire in her expression dimming. she let out a shaky breath, her hands falling to her lap. “then stop doing this to me,” she whispered. “stop making me wonder if the next time you show up, it’ll be the last.”

the silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the soft patter of rain against the window. you reached out, your hand brushing against hers. “i’m sorry. i'm so fucking sorry. i know that's not enough, but i mean it.” you said, the apologies meaning more than they ever had before.

for a moment, she didn’t respond. then, finally, she squeezed your hand, her grip firm but trembling. “just don’t make me regret caring about you,” she said quietly.

you nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. “i won’t.”

neither of you spoke after that, but her hand stayed in yours, and in the quiet of the rain-soaked room, you promised yourself you wouldn’t let her down again.

[natalievoncatte]

Alex rolled onto her side, and was a little surprised to see Kelly Olsen laying next to her, turned away and curled up the Egyptian cotton of her bed

(their bed)

snoozing softly in the morning light. Alex took the time, as one does, to admire the vulpine curves of Kelly’s back and the elegant sweep of her shoulders. She wanted nothing more but to lean in and plant a soft kiss on the back of her neck and wake her, which would hopefully lead into a glorious Saturday morning of sun-kissed, gentle lovemaking that would result in an forgotten breakfast and breathy declarations seared into hot skin with caressing fingers and tasting lips.

Unfortunately her fucking phone was going off.

Alex rolled out of bed and snatched it, relieved that she hadn’t disturbed her girlfriend. She threw on a button-down as a makeshift robe and plodded out into the kitchen.

She wasn’t expecting a call from…

“Lena?”

“Alex?”

“Yeah, what’s up? You don’t call me often.”

“I need help. It’s an emergency. Sort of.”

Alex glanced back at Kelly’s languid form and one long leg slipping out from under the sheets.

“Where’s Kara?”

“I can’t talk to Kara about this. It has to be you, Alex.”

“Okay, sure,” Alex said, warily. “We can grab a coffee later at-“

“Alex, it has to be now and at my place. This is serious.”

Alex bit her lip. There was a compelling urgency to Lena’s voice. Alex didn’t have Kara’s super senses but she could pick up the nervous energy and hint of feed behind the words.

“Okay,” said Alex. “I’m on my way.”

Alex pulled on her cleanest pants and most readily available tank top and scribbled a note for Kelly (encouraging her to either stay in or be back in bed by the time Alex returned, as their business was unfinished) and grabbed her car keys.

Rising her bike would have been… a sore subject, as it were.

Morning traffic was surprisingly light and she made good time. Lena buzzed her up and she walked into Lena’s weirdly cold penthouse, and found her sister’s best friend pacing rapidly back and forth, dressed in a hoodie and hugging herself.

“Okay,” said Alex. “I’m here, Lena. What’s going on?”

“I’m pregnant,” Lena blurted out, before Alex had finished speaking.

Alex stared at her.

“Funny, I always thought you were a virgin.”

Lena glared at her. Alex knew why Kara was so fascinated by her- she had those big pretty eyes that radiated sadness and set off Kara’s protective instincts. Alex had figured out a long time ago that these two dipshits should just bang it out, but it wasn’t really her place to tell them, especially if it meant outing Lena, or dealing with Kara’s baggage from her weirdly fascist home planet and its bizarre ideas about sex.

(One example of said baggage being her sister’s heart breaking over the alien fuckboi from the asshole planet. If only Kara had realized that her gorgeous kind billionaire best friend was in love with her… you know, before the whole world domination Kryptonite laser thing)

(People who aim orbital fusion cannons at their friends should not cast stones, Alex had decided)

“Alex?”

Oh. Lena was talking. Alex pretty much blue screened there.

“Right, you’re pregnant. Are you sure?”

“I’ve taken two tests, and I’m late.”

Alex rubbed at her chin. Lena looked like a drowned rat, more than a little terrified.

Alex swallowed hard.

“Okay, first question. Did someone hurt you?”

Lena looked up sharply. “What? No.”

Standing to pace the room again, Lena rubbed at her arms as if she were cold.

“So um,” said Alex. “Do you need my help with…”

“I just need someone I can talk to that isn’t Kara. I can’t tell her yet.”

Alex swallowed. Hard. “Okay. Tell me what’s going on.”

Lena sighed and stared out her balcony window.

“Do you remember that game night where we all got sloshed, last month?”

“Yeah,” said Alex. “You hosted. As I recall, Kara was the last to leave.

“She didn’t leave. I… I did something stupid. I tried to seduce her, clumsily. I was drunk off my ass.”

Alex tensed, the hairs on the back of her neck rising.

“Oh,” said Alex. “She brushed you off and you went out for a hookup? I’ve done worse. Are things okay between you?”

Lena stared at Alex as if she’d just grown a second head.

“No, Alex. Kara spent the night. She insisted we not do anything intimate until we both sobered up, but I talked her into staying in bed with me.”

Alex sighed. “You got any of that expensive single malt? Your dad’s brand?”

“It’s eleven in the morning.”

“Well, it’s not like you can drink it. You can have juice.”

Lena glared at her. “Cabinet by the fridge.”

Alex ended up pouring two glasses of cranberry juice and sat down at the kitchen island, pushing one over to Lena.

Lena sighed. “I don’t want to get into the details but we were definitely sober when we woke up.”

“And?” said Alex.

“We, um, we had sex,” said Lena.

“And then she got weird and brushed you off and you went out for a hookup?”

“What? No! Just let me finish telling the story.”

Alex sipped her juice, enjoying the bite on her tongue. “Okay.”

“We’ve been sort of seeing each other ever since. Quietly, keeping it to ourselves. Kara is…” Lena sighed, “she’s very protective and she’s afraid that you’ll get upset if you find out we’re together.”

Alex’s fist closed tightly around her glass.

“Lena,” Alex explained, “I’ve forgiven and forgotten a lot from you, but I’m having a hard time understanding how this happened if you’re with my sister. Did you cheat on her?”

Lena looked up sharply from her glass. “What the fuck, Alex? How could you even ask me that? God, am I ever going to be good enough for your sister? I know I fucked up. I know what I did was wrong. Hurting her was the worst thing I have ever done and I would trade anything to take it back, but we are in…”

“Okay,” Alex cut her off. “Fine. Our lives are fucking weird, so I’ll give you the benefit of tbe doubt. But usually you being pregnant would imply that a man was involved somehow.”

Lena blinked. “What?”

“You’re pregnant. There has to be a father.”

Lena stared at her in abject confusion.

Then she said, “Alex, Kara is the father.”

Alex looked at her for too long a moment.

“I’m sorry but what the fuck, Lena? What did you do?”

“What did I do?” Lena demanded. “It’s not my fault! I mean it is as much my fault as it is hers, but we weren’t worrying about protection the first morning and after that neither of us brought it up. I know, I’ve been stupid, I just…”

Alex’s mouth fell open.

“Protection? You and her? What the fuck?”

Lena took a long pull of cranberry juice and winced at the tartness.

“You didn’t know?”

“Know what?”

“Apparently, under a yellow sun, Kryptonians can, um, adapt to a sexual partner’s body.”

“Okay, okay, okay!” Alex snapped, “okay fine my little sister… with you… and you’re pregnant. Fine, we’re on the same page. What now?”

Lena stared at her, biting her lip as she sought answers.

“Are you going to keep it?”

“Keep it?” said Lena. “It’s Kara’s. Of course I will. That’s not even a question. I’m just… I’m scared, Alex. What does this mean? How is she going to react? What if… Jesus, I’m carrying a half-Kryptonian baby. Is that even safe?”

“It worked out fine for Lois and Clark. Twice. You’ll be okay, if having the baby is what you want.”

“It is,” said Lena. “Kara makes me deliriously happy, Alex. She was like a knight in shining armor that night and she was so kind and gentle the next morning and it’s like… like this was natural. We both fell into it so easily that it was like it had always been this way. I love her. I love her so much.”

Lena was red faced, looking embarrassed as she cast her eyes down. Alex reached across the table and took her hands.

“Well, I’m glad you dipshits figured it out. Watching you two blush and stammer at each other for another five years would’ve killed me.”

“ALEX!”

“If you want my blessing, you have it. I’m sorry I doubted you, but in my defense, I didn’t know she could… do… that.”

“Uh, right,” said Lena. “I want to call her and ask her to come over now so I can tell her. I know this should be a private moment but… can you stay? It just feels like you belong here for this.”

“Yeah, Lena. I’ll stay.”

Lena smiled.

[societyfolklore]

Dangerous Notes – Part 2

Title: Dangerous Notes – Part 2

Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Singer!Female Reader

Fic Summary: Reluctantly agrees to fill in for her sick friend at a prestigious jazz club The Armoury. Thrust into a world of old-world glamour and unknown danger now that the club’s owner, Bucky Barnes, has set his sights on making you a permanent fixture on his stage—and in his life. Chapter Summary: You takes the stage and come to face to face with the owner of the Armoury.

Word Count:  3.9k

Fic Warnings: // Explicit Content // Mature Themes.18+, Minors DNI,Dark Romance, Slow Burn, Possessive/Obsessive behaviour, Violence, Smut (eventually) NO BETA (please forgive any mistakes)  Chapter Warnings:   None.. We’re fine.. Bucky just being..Bucky you know.. all starey and stuff...

A/N: I have been obsessed with this cover, and while it’s more rock-ish then how it’s portrayed later on.. you all get the idea.. You step onto the stage, the lights dimmed to an almost comforting low, and you’re grateful for the momentary anonymity it offers. The smattering of polite claps helps as you take your place out front, your hands gripping the microphone stand tightly to steady their slight trembling. The spotlight is still low, casting a faint glow that feels more like a protective shield than an intrusion. Kara had always been the showman, all about the drama of an entrance, and you silently thanked her for that detail tonight.

The murmurs of the crowd seemed deafening, the sound swelling and blending with your own racing pulse. Your heartbeat thunders in your ears, drowning out everything but the steady mantra in your mind. You can do this. You’ve sung countless times before. You made this cover. But something about the energy of the room tonight feels different. The weight of the audience's anticipation presses down on you, making you feel exposed, as though every vulnerability is laid bare under the low light.

Maybe it’s the dress. Yelena had said it was perfect, and she’d been so sure that her confidence in your appearance had felt contagious at the time. But now, standing here, it feels more like a costume, a borrowed identity meant to bridge the gap between who you are and the performer you once were. You adjust your grip on the mic stand, your fingers brushing the cool metal as you silently remind yourself to breathe. Yelena had been right about one thing, though-that whiskey had helped. The slight warmth it left in your chest was the only thing keeping your nerves from spiralling completely out of control.

The band begins to play, their soft, steady notes filling the air like a gentle tide washing over you. The piano and bass weave together seamlessly, creating a melody that feels familiar and grounding. You close your eyes for a moment, letting the music guide you, drawing you into its rhythm. And then, as you take a deep breath, you begin to sing.

"Day to night to morning, keep with me in the moment… I'd let you had I known it, why don't you say so?"

Your voice starts softly, trembling with the nerves you haven’t quite shaken, but as the melody swells, so does your confidence. The lyrics spill out of you, carried by a voice that feels smoother and steadier with each passing note. You’d never been so thankful for Kara’s carefully chosen setlist. The opening of this song hangs in the air like smoke, subtle and intoxicating, giving you room to find your footing.  "It's been a long time since you fell in love..... You ain't coming out your shell, you really ain't been yourself.." The crowd begins to shift. The low murmur of conversation fades, and the room grows still. All eyes are fixed on you now, their attention undeniable and electric. "Didn't even notice, no punches left to roll with. You got to keep me focused, you want it, say so.."  Even the clinking of glasses seems to pause, the usual sounds of the club giving way to the notes and words weaving their way through the air. Your voice fills the room, commanding it without effort, and for the first time tonight, you begin to feel like you belong here. It’s not just a performance; it’s a reclamation of something you thought you’d left behind. "He ain't never seen it in a dress like this. He ain't never even been impressed like this."

#*#*#*#* Upstairs, Bucky Barnes sits at a polished mahogany table surrounded by his trusted lieutenants, Sam Wilson and Steve Rogers. The atmosphere is heavy with tension, the weight of his growing empire pressing down on every word spoken. A sprawling map of the city dominates the table, its surface marked with pins and annotations representing months of careful strategy. The Queens boundary is a glaring weak spot, several areas circled in red-wounds on the map where rival encroachments are testing his limits. Bucky’s sharp blue eyes remain fixed on the map, his jaw tightening as he processes the careful measures required to protect his territory and maintain his fragile dominance.

“This section here,” Sam says, his finger tapping against the map. “It’s going to be a problem if we don’t reinforce it soon. If anyone decides to push, we’ll be spread too thin to respond.”

Steve nods, leaning in with his usual focus, running a hand through his dirty blonde hair. “We need to shore up these weak spots now before they become an invitation. Queens is already watching, waiting for an opening. We can’t let them get a foothold.”

Bucky’s fingers tap a steady rhythm against the edge of the table, the sound faint but insistent, betraying the restless energy simmering beneath his composed exterior. Every decision he makes feels like moving a pawn in an unforgiving chess game, where one wrong move could cascade into disaster. Heavy is the crown, and tonight the map before him feels more like a battlefield than a plan for stability. His empire stretches across the boroughs, a web of alliances and delicate balances, and the mounting pressure of defending it weighs on him.

Sam leans back in his chair, crossing his arms as he shoots a pointed look at Bucky. “We can’t keep sitting on this, Buck. If we wait too long, someone’s going to make a move-”

“I know,” Bucky interrupts, his voice low and sharp, carrying an edge of irritation. His eyes stay fixed on the map, but something shifts in his focus. His ear tilts slightly toward the door, his sharp features softening for just a moment, as though catching something the others haven’t.

Steve notices the flicker of distraction and frowns. “Everything alright?” he asked.

Bucky didn't answer immediately, his head tilting further as he listened. Then, he raises a hand, signaling for silence. A faint sound drifted into the room, cutting through the tension-a voice. Soft at first, but as it grows stronger, it carried a rawness and vulnerability that makes the world around him blur and fade. It’s like nothing he’s heard before, a haunting thread of melody that feels both foreign and familiar. For a moment, he’s entirely still, captivated by the unexpected intrusion.

Sam exchanged a curious glance with Steve. “You hear that?” he asks, but Bucky was already rising from his seat, his movements deliberate and smooth.

“Who’s on stage tonight?” Bucky asks, his tone calm but commanding, the curiosity in his voice unmistakable. He knows how his regular performers sound, and this is different-stunningly, strikingly different.

Sam looks up, a little surprised that Yelena hadn’t filled their boss in on the change. “Kara’s out sick. She sent a replacement. Someone she vouched for.”

Bucky’s gaze sharpens, suspicion flickering alongside intrigue. “Stay here,” he orders, his tone clipped, leaving no room for argument. The timing of a 'new girl' felt almost too convenient, unsettling him in ways he can’t fully articulate. Why now, when their borders are being tested and every small disruption feels like it could signal a larger threat? His empire is stretched thin, weak spots glaring at him from the map. And yet, that voice-it tugs at him, like some damn siren song that refuses to let him focus. The meeting can wait, but this development can’t. Whoever this "new girl" is, she’s not only managed to grab his attention but also raise a question he couldn't afford to ignore.

Bucky strode toward the door, his sharp blue eyes glint with something rare-a flicker of curiosity and intrigue that even Sam and Steve can’t help but notice. “This should be interesting,” Sam mutters, leaning back in his chair as the door closes behind Bucky, leaving them both to wonder what-or who-has drawn his focus so completely.

#*#*#*#* It took more songs than you would have liked before you felt the tension in your shoulders finally begin to ease. The crowd had been surprisingly responsive, their murmurs softening and their attention sharpening with every note. The band, professionals to their core, seemed to pick up on your subtle cues, seamlessly following your lead as you added your own accents and flairs to the songs. Each successful phrase, each perfectly held note, sent a small swell of endorphins rushing through your system, filling you with a sense of control and exhilaration you hadn’t felt in years.

For the first time, you allowed yourself to relax just a little, your grip on the microphone loosening as the music carried you. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. Just one week of this-one week of rediscovering what it meant to perform, to share a piece of yourself with an audience that was actually listening. The warmth in your chest wasn’t just from the whiskey anymore; it was the realization that you might actually enjoy this, that stepping back into the spotlight didn’t feel as foreign or impossible as you’d feared.

Your eyes scanned the room briefly as you prepared to transition into the next song, and that’s when you noticed him. Standing near the back wall, not far from the bar, his broad shoulders framed against the dimly lit backdrop, was a man who could only be described as commanding. His dark hair and piercing blue eyes seemed to cut through the haze of the room, his gaze fixed solely on you. He wasn’t clapping like the others; instead, he was standing perfectly still, his arms crossed, his head tilted slightly as if assessing you.

Next to him, Yelena, leaned in to speak to him in hushed tones, her expression composed but her gestures subtle, though you could make out that small knowing smile she seemed to never quiet loose. As she handed him a drink, he took it without breaking his focus, his piercing blue eyes locked solely on you. The intensity of his stare was palpable, making the room feel smaller, as though the spotlight wasn’t the only thing illuminating you.

The weight of his attention sent a shiver down your spine, making you feel exposed in a way that had nothing to do with the stage lights. Your heart skipped a beat, your grip on the microphone tightening briefly before you forced yourself to relax. You kept singing, letting the rhythm of the song steady you like an anchor, even as his presence settled over you like a heavy, invisible weight, impossible to ignore. 

#*#*#*#* Bucky stood near the wall, his arms crossed and posture casual, though his piercing blue eyes betrayed the weight of his thoughts as they tracked your every move.

Yelena’s voice cut through his concentration as she approached, handing him a glass of whiskey. "She’s pretty good, da?" she asked, her tone carrying a note of amusement as she leaned closer, her usual knowing smirk in place.

Bucky didn’t immediately respond, his eyes still locked on you. "We sure she’s someone Kara really knows?" he asked, suspicion edging his voice.

"Apparently, they’ve been friends for a while," Yelena replied, straightening as she studied his expression. "Kara vouched for her. Said she’s just another singer, music teacher too if I remember what Kara said over the phone, you couldn't get cleaner." Yelena joked fiddling with the cuff of her shirt. 

He let out a low hum, his jaw tightening. "And why didn’t Kara let us pick her replacement? Seems risky to bring in someone new when..." He didn’t finish the thought, though it lingered in his mind. Kara was just 'club staff' why would she even know about the details of the 'other side' of operations? Yelena shrugged, unbothered. "You worry too much Boss. Look at the crowd. Everyone happy." She gestured subtly toward the captivated room. "Doesn’t seem like Kara was wrong."

Bucky nodded absently as Yelena moved away, leaving him alone to observe. He took a sip of his whiskey, letting the burn settle in his chest, and finally allowed himself to relax just slightly. Maybe the singer wasn’t a threat after all. Maybe Kara’s choice wasn’t as reckless as it seemed. As his sharp eyes followed the subtle way you leaned into the microphone. The way your fingers ran down the stand like you were caressing a lover. How lost in the music you seemed when you shut eyes, a thought crept into his mind-if you weren’t a danger to him, then maybe having you here was exactly what he wanted.

His focus on your sharpened, he didn’t like the tug of war going on in his head, it was his nature to be suspicious, but he still couldn't stop the tickle of admiration. The way you sang was unlike anything he’d seen in his club before-raw, yet profoundly captivating. It stirred something unfamiliar in him, something that wasn’t just curiosity but also a deep pull he couldn’t ignore. No matter what Yelena said, timing of your presence gnawed at him. You were here for a week-maybe longer, depending on Kara’s recovery. That lingering question-who you really were- the thought refused to fade entirely, keeping his guard up even as something within him softened.

Watching you stand on stage in the dimly lit club, your voice rich and soulful, carrying a vulnerability that felt almost too real. It wasn’t just a performance; it felt like an unguarded moment, as though you were sharing something deeply personal with every note. His suspicion wavered, though it didn’t disappear entirely. If you were truly harmless, then why did he feel so compelled to keep watching, to analyse every detail?

He caught himself taking all of you even the slight sway of your hips as you moved along to the melody held such effortless allure. Everything about you seemed both seductive and unguarded, a contradiction that unsettled him in a way he couldn’t entirely articulate. You were nothing like the polished performers he was used to, and he liked perfect, but your imperfections made you feel more real, you seemed to have dangerous in their ability to draw him in. He felt like he could stand here and listen to you for hours.

Part of him clung to his doubts, wary of the risks of letting his guard down when his empire teetered on the brink of conflict. But the other part-the quieter, persistent part-began to wonder if having you here might not be a threat at all but something else entirely. Something he didn’t yet have the words for, but that he couldn’t deny.

When the song ended, the room erupted in applause, a sound so sudden and overwhelming it momentarily startled you. Bucky watched your retreat with a mix of emotions tugging at him. His jaw tightened, suspicion still threading through his thoughts. Who exactly were you? Yet, despite his wariness, something about you stirred a pull he couldn’t ignore. You didn’t belong here, not in this world of shadows and unspoken rules, and yet, watching you, he couldn’t shake the thought that maybe you did. Maybe you belonged more than you even realized.

He made a silent decision: until he worked out the truth, you weren’t going anywhere.

#*#*#*#*

You opened your eyes, blinking against the lights, and offered a shy smile as you quickly retreated backstage. Your cheeks were flushed, your chest rising and falling as the adrenaline of the performance buzzed through your veins. Each step away from the stage felt conflicted-an escape from the vulnerability of being in the spotlight, but also a parting from the exhilarating rush it had given you.

The small dressing room welcomed you with its quiet intimacy, a stark contrast to the vibrant energy of the stage. You braced your hands against the edges of the vanity, catching your breath as you stared at your reflection in the softly lit mirror. Your face was still glowing, your eyes bright with an energy that hadn’t faded yet. You felt alive, buzzing with an endorphin-fueled thrill that made your hands tremble slightly.

For a moment, you reached for your phone, your first instinct to call Kara. She would want to know how it went, how the audience had responded. But as your thumb hovered over her contact, the late hour gave you pause. With a sigh, you placed the phone back on the vanity. Tomorrow. You’d talk to her tomorrow.

A knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts, and you turned as it opened to reveal the bandleader. He stepped in with an easy confidence, his bleached hair slightly dishevelled and a mischievous grin already playing on his lips.

"Hey there," he greeted, his voice warm. "Pietro, Maximoff. Sorry I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself earlier. Things got a little hectic before the set."

You returned his smile, though a touch of nervousness lingered did everyone here have an accent but her? "Oh, it’s okay. I… I hope I didn’t throw things off."

Pietro waved off your concern with a laugh. "If it wasn’t you, my sister would’ve had to fill in, and trust me, she’d still be reminding me about it ten years from now." His light-hearted tone eased some of the tension you hadn’t realized you were holding.

"Still, I…" you hesitated, glancing at the vanity before looking back at him. "I didn’t mean, Kara called and-"

He shook his head, leaning against the doorframe. "Trouble? Are you kidding? You killed it out there. The crowd loved you, and the band…" he gave an exaggerated shrug, "...we like having someone who knows how to make a set shine."

His genuine enthusiasm brought a small smile to your lips, and you felt yourself relax slightly. "Thanks," you murmured. "That means a lot." It was rather humbling in the best way to hear someone speak highly of the arrangements you'd made with Kara. 

"Don’t sweat it," Pietro said, straightening up. "You’re here for the week, right? If tonight’s anything to go by, it’s gonna be a good one." With a friendly wink, he stepped back into the hallway still holding the door. "If you wanted to add anything new to the set, really make it your own. Let me know ok? We're all normally practicing in here during the afternoons. You should come by, meet everyone-it’s more relaxed during the day."

His head turned slightly, and the easy grin faltered for just a moment as the sound of approaching footsteps filled the hallway. "Boss," he greeted, stepping aside and holding the door as Bucky entered the room. "Didn’t think you slummed it with the entertainment."

The darkhaired man gave Pietro a sharp look, his expression unreadable as he stepped fully into the small dressing room. Whatever exchanged between the two men was silent and unspoken, though the slight tension in Pietro’s posture didn’t go unnoticed. "She did good," Pietro said finally, his tone carrying a hint of defensiveness. "The band’s thrilled to have someone who knows what they’re doing for a change."

His gaze flicked to you briefly before returning to Pietro. "We’ll see," he replied, his voice even, but the weight behind it made the air feel heavier. Pietro hesitated for a moment, then gestured toward the burnet male, a small, slightly sheepish grin. "By the way, meet Bucky Barnes. The boss."

Your stomach dropped as you looked between the two men. Pietro gave you a reassuring nod before stepping toward the door. "Don’t worry," he added with a wink, "Don't look so scared, he’s not as scary as he looks... Most of the time. Try not to scare the little songbird away Sir." 

With that, he gave you a small wave and slipped out, leaving you alone with the man whose piercing gaze had been fixed on you for most of your set.

The door clicked shut, and the room felt immediately smaller, the air thick with the weight of his presence. You could feel the tension rise as Bucky stood there, silent for a moment, his sharp blue eyes trailing over you with an intensity that made your pulse quicken. You couldn’t help but straighten under his scrutiny, the memory of Kara’s worried voice echoing in your mind. It wasn’t just your chance to perform-it was Kara’s job, too, and you felt the unspoken stakes like a heavy weight pressing down on your shoulders. Every breath, every movement, felt like it was being judged.

There was something about him-something in the way he stood, perfectly composed but radiating power-that made the rumors click into place. You understood now why Kara had been so worried, why her voice had carried that edge of panic when she called you. This man wasn’t just in charge; he commanded the room without saying a word, and every inch of him seemed to demand respect-or fear. The pressure was suffocating, and yet there was an undeniable pull, something magnetic in the way he filled the space.

"You’re not new to this. Performing," he said, his voice low and steady, breaking the silence and making you jump slightly.

You swallowed, your throat dry as you turned to face him fully. "Oh, um… No, I used to sing at weddings," you replied, your tone wavering. You weren’t sure if it was meant as a compliment or a veiled critique, and his unreadable expression offered no clues.

His head tilted slightly, his gaze sharpening as he considered you. "That wasn’t a compliment," he added, his voice cutting through the room like a blade. "More of an observation." His eyes flicked to the garment bag hanging near the door before settling back on you. "So, you’re going to be with us for the week? Until Kara’s better?"

The question hit like a challenge, and your stomach twisted. "I… I’m here for the week," you began carefully, trying to keep your voice steady. "I know you probably wanted someone you knew for this, but Kara-"

"Pietro said his sister-" you added quickly, hoping to deflect. The weight of his stare didn’t ease, and you felt the words tumbling out faster. "I'm just helping out a friend. That’s all."

Bucky nodded slowly, but his intense gaze didn’t waver, his hands shifted in his pockets. "Kara’s a good girl," he said finally, stepping closer, each movement deliberate and controlled. His presence filled the room entirely now, and it was impossible to focus on anything but him. "Let’s hope you’re the same. I don’t like strangers in my space. We keep things very in-house here."

Each word hung heavy in the air, the subtext clear: you were being tested. Every movement, every word, felt scrutinized under his piercing gaze. Kara’s vouching had gotten you through the door, but it was obvious that whether you stayed-or whether Kara’s job remained safe-was up to him. His words weren’t just a warning; they were a promise.

Your chest tightened, and you had to consciously remind yourself to breathe. Beneath the tension, however, there was something else-a magnetic pull that unsettled you. His presence was overwhelming, commanding, and yet you couldn’t quite look away. The rumors didn���t seem so outlandish anymore; they felt like the truth wrapped in whispers, amplified by the undeniable power he exuded.

"Don't be late tomorrow," he said finally, his voice cutting through your thoughts.

Just as suddenly as he’d entered, Bucky turned and left, the door clicking shut behind him. You exhaled shakily, realizing you’d been holding your breath. Staring at the closed door, you felt his presence linger, like a shadow that refused to leave.

"No." You turned to look at the mirror as you felt your hands shake. "I won’t." 

[primeofprimes115]

Stress Reliever - Supergirl x Male Reader Smut

Note: Fluff/Wholesome and Smut (18+)

A groan came through the door before the handle was pulled down from the other side, before the door opened slowly. The sound of boots echoed off the wooden flooring within the apartment before the person let out a sigh of relief as the door was being closed behind them.

"Finally..." the mid-twenties man sighed out with relief. "Home-Sweet-Home" he sounded exhausted, stressed, tired even, he opened his hand and out of thin-air with indigo light, a sword appeared into his opened hand on the right, elegantly designed with purples and white, fitted with a gold dragon under the white wrapping of the hilt. "Never... Again".

"Hey, baby!" A mid-twenties woman's voice then called out, popping her head just around the corner in front of him, before she fully popped out from the corner, wearing something casual rather than the red cape and blue suit. Noticing she wasn't wearing the family "S" sigil of her people anymore, at least for now that is.

He sighed with relief again upon seeing her, an angelic smile upon her face, which made him smile a little as he placed down his sword. "I guess I now know what it feels like when I'm in your position" he gently remarked, kicking off his boots and leaving his dark purple coat on the ground behind him. He noticed the woman was wearing one of his hoodies.

The woman kept her smile while approaching him, not even daring to use her super speed this time around as she'd usually do after not seeing him for a little bit. Outstretching her arms to envelope the man in a tight hug, a hug so warm, he wouldn't need to use a heater to warm himself up during the season of Winter.

"I missed you, Y/N" the woman whispered into his ear, not thinking of letting go anytime soon.

"I missed you too, Kara" the man replied back, both he and Kara pulled back a little to look into each other's eyes. Soon after, Y/N's hand brushed through Kara's blonde hair, having recently getting her hair cut shorter while still having the curls, a little similar to her counterpart's hair style.

Then they connect lips together, enveloping in a sweet and warm kiss.

Y/N had yearned to taste Kara's lips after a few days, having been called for a job he could not refuse, especially during the situation at the time with Kara and her allies, he had no choice but to accept the job, or the business his Brother built with Morrison, would fall without his help, as no one was available at the time.

His hands rested upon Kara's hips, under the opened hoodie she "stole" from him. "Wearing one of my hoodies, I see?" he mumbled into Kara's lips, before the latter softly giggled at his observation, pulling back to respond.

"It had your scent on it ~" she replied with an obvious flirtatious tone. "I would've flown on by to help, but...". 

"I know" he nodded with a soft demeanor to his tone. "Morrison said only I was needed" he said with a dislike, but he looked into Kara's eyes and saw the same love he always saw in her, the love for him, no matter how distant they'd be at times, or how far they'd be from each other, it was always the same love they felt for one another...

An undying love.

"You seem stressed" she broke the little bit of silence after the little staring contest, most would say it was awkward but... It was how they met before. Eyes locked on one another.

Y/N nodded toward her before looking away, breaking eye contact. "Yeah" he whispered with a disheartened tone, sighing to himself.

"Wanna talk about it?" She asked softly. "I can give you a massage while you do, I've also saved you some leftovers if you want it, just needs to be reheated, I can do that trick also if you know what I mean, the heat vision trick" the sound of her idea made him smile. This was one of many reasons why he loved Kara, just as he was her support, she was his support, for all the times he's comforted her when she wasn't feeling great, she'd do the same back to him, she done it way better than his ex ever could.

"That'd be grand" he accepted. "Massage first though"

And so... The pair sat together on the couch, as the Woman of Tomorrow began to massage her Hunter boyfriend after removing his shirt and tie, leaving him with only his pants, underwear and socks on

The massage was comforting, her warm, heated hands slowly and gently but firmly pressing against his back where he felt most sore in as he explained his... Stress.

Kara listened to him, wanting to hear everything he had to explain, he had been gone for a few days, having to take care of his Brother's business since he had disappeared along with his other Brother, his Nephew had other problems to deal with outside the business, and a few others who also worked in the business were also busy... Y/N was the only available candidate to run things until his Uncle returned to continue to run things. 

He was called up about it when he was with Kara, Jonathan Irons, Lois Lane and Conner Kent, helping them take care of a Kryptonian named Thao-La who was a descendant of a lost-colony of Kryptonians named Phaelosians, centuries ago. who was stuck on Warworld, enslaved by Mongul, before she made it to Earth, eventually meeting Kara and the rest.

Clark was off world at the time, so Kara, as Supergirl, wearing a new suit with pants this time around, took over her cousin's position as Metropolis's protector until he returned, and what better than to have her boyfriend by her side, having discovered his heritage and power a few years ago.

If he hadn't been called, he would've gotten to know Thao-La better, see that Kara mentored her, helped her control her powers better, and witness the return of Superman not long after, even to go on a goose-chase against Mongul's advisor who hid on Earth after his death.

Instead... He had to go back to Red Grave, to run the shared business Morrison and Y/N's brother ran since Morrison himself was out of town also.

"Maybe you're just thinking it's all on you, when it really isn't" Kara softly said to him, now working on his lower end on his back.

"Then why do I always get called to run things when they have to deal with other shit? I have a life too, y'know?" he said with a little frustration, shaking his head. "Like, I just want to relax, be with you, be with friends, do anything else than... Hunting demons, and vamps, and rogue angels, instead I gotta run a business I never was apart of in the first place, before finding out I even had a biological Brother, two Brothers in fact... And a Nephew" he continued venting out his frustrations. "Not to forget, our anniversary was supposed to be yesterday!".

Kara listened to everything he said, knowing what to say next. "You're not saying that... Before you found out you had a biological family, you were happy the way you were before?" she questioned with a soft demeanor.

Y/N was caught off guard with Kara's question, not expecting to hear that from her. "Don't get me wrong, a-a part of me is happy to know that I do, but..." he paused for a moment and then sighed, having his tongue tied by the question alone, the best way was to show her.

His left arm emitted an indigo glow, as his arm transformed upon him making it do so, revealing something that Kara knew was familiar to her, noticing his demon arm that glowed with an indigo color, she grew puzzled at this before realizing what he was trying to say.

"Oh".

"Ever since I found out about my heritage, where I came from, who my biological father was... It all began to make sense, why I thought I was cursed this whole time. And I still feel like it's a curse, why people feared me, even when I was younger, they fear us for who we are underneath, they think the human skin is just a... A disguise when it really isn't, they say we don't have a soul... But we do have a soul" he said with a heavy heart of sorrow, a tone of stress in his vocals. "You knew that since the night we met, in that alleyway. I pushed others away because I feared they'd treat me harshly, or they'd get too close to realize I'm a monster. I know you already know that, but...".

"It's caught up to you, hasn't it? The past?" she stopped massaging him in the lower end of his back, pulling her hands away as the two sat upright beside each other.

"You know I've always hated having this" his demon fingers twitch from left to right, as his eyes look down toward it. "And I thought I was at peace with my past, but maybe I really wasn't... Finding out I also have a family doesn't help with that, either" his eyes then closed as he tried to recollect his thoughts... But that failed and he let out a groan.

Silence was between them for a moment, before Y/N spoke up again, recollecting his wordings.

"I never... Wanted this, I just wanted a normal life, go to college, get the girl, get married, have a kid or two, have pets... But I got this, and I hunt demons, vamps and all that. It's not exactly the life I wanted...".

"You have to let it go, Y/N" Kara then placed her hand on his thigh, gently squeezing it. The half-human, half-demon looked at Kara with a stressed out gaze that began to soften a little. "I know the past hurts, being reminded of it, sucks" she knew how he felt, being reminded of Krypton every so often happens to her almost every day. "But the past is nothing but a memory, as much as it hurts, the future is what matters most. Do I still remember Krypton? Yes, every day, but I've grown to move past it and since when I first landed here, I've since then accepted that Earth is my new home after some time of healing and getting help, my second chance at life, and if I hadn't? I wouldn't have met you" Y/N smiled just a little hearing her words, his right hand now atop of hers on his thigh while he kept his demon one away.

"I once pushed away my only family I had left when I first landed here, I didn't even want to believe that my baby cousin had grown all up while I was in hyper sleep, stuck in my pod in space for years. I was too angry at the world, even at those who didn't deserve it, I even thought there was a way to bring back Krypton with the help of another Kryptonian, but I soon realized I'd be destroying a planet for that to happen, a planet my baby cousin grew up on without me, and so... I finally came to terms with my new life and began to accept the help to heal and grow" she continued, before reaching out to grab a hold of his other hand... His demon hand.

Y/N felt surprised by this act from her, she wasn't afraid to show how much she cared for him, how much she loved him, even out in public, she treated him with kindness, with love, with everything she could. She never shunned him away for having human and demon blood in him like anyone else would.

If it wasn't for her? He wouldn't be friends with the likes of Conner, or Dick Grayson for that matter, he wouldn't have been on good terms with Clark. Kara changed his life, much like he changed her life.

"I think I've always said how lucky I was to have you, but I don't think I've always asked how lucky you are to have me, haven't I?" she smirked, running her thumb over the knuckle of his demon hand.

"Perhaps" he shrugged. "But you're right, I am lucky to have you, I don't think I'd be here today if it wasn't for you" he smiled.

"Just don't push your family away, even the business" Kara pucks her lips before kissing his temple. "I'm pretty sure the reason why they ask you is because they trust you to run things when they're pre-occupied, and I've heard from Morrison that you cleaned up the place, gave it a polish" she gave him a nod of approval. "Just like a House-Husband".

"Don't get any funny ideas" he chuckled a little, placing his right hand on Kara's thigh, just under her casual, dark green, skirt. "But, yeah... Maybe you're right, I shouldn't push them away. On that note, I should probably apologize".

"Maybe you should" she agreed with him softly. "And, if you want, the next time you're called up to run things, maybe I could tag along too for a change and maybe by chance meet your Brother".

"You... You'd do that with me?" he asked in disbelief, not the bad kind.

"With you? Of course!" Kara was optimistic on the idea of helping him. "I know we recently haven't spent much time without me wearing my cape, and the fact we missed out on our anniversary yesterday due to... Complications. But, to help you run your Brother's business would be fun, and it's also a excuse for me to be with you all the time" she giggled.

"I'd love that" he said after a minute of thinking, the pair soon connect lips together for a short n' sweet kiss. "I love you" he mumbles into her lips as his demon hand returns to normal, returning back to human skin.

"I love you too" Kara pulled back, giving him a loving gaze. "Feel any better" she asked with a little smile.

"Sweetheart, you're the best stress reliever on God's green Earth" he replied, making her giggle softly. "So, yes".

"Good".

"I do gotta ask though..." he paused, waiting for the Woman of Tomorrow's response which was a little head tilt from her. "Is Supergirl needed for tonight?" he asked.

"Well, there wasn't much crime today, even checked in with the League; not much going on, on their end, so... I don't think so. You want me to take you on a flight? If that's what you're asking" she answered back softly, her tone soothing.

"Hmm, no, not this time" he declined. "Was only curious" he said, trying to hint towards something as his eyes looked down at her thighs where his right hand was, before his eyes drifted up towards the shirt she adorned under the hoodie she took from him, a shirt with her symbol on it, merchandise she was given as a gift from some nice people from National City a few years ago.

Kara noticed and blushed a little, biting her lip just thinking about it. They hadn't done it in months, and the last time they... "Done" it, she was in costume.

"Have you also been feeling stressed as of late?" he then asked her, moving his hand up just a little, feeling Kara's warm skin, just below her skirt. It wasn't long ago she dropped the skirt for pants for her new suit, but she still wore skirts then and there for casual looks.

"Can I be honest?" she asked, he nodded. "I have been a little stressed out, I will admit to that".

"Well... If that's the case" he moved in closer to her, and Kara played along, smirking toward him as she knew where he was going with this. Sensing he was hungry for something else rather than the leftovers of Chinese food she left for him. "You want to relieve some of that stress?" he gave her a flirty smirk.

"Do I even need to give you an answer to that? ~" she provocatively responded as she smirked deeply, pulling herself in for a kiss. Y/N soon giving into the kiss as it then turned into a heated one not long after.

Their eyes closed as lips danced with each other slowly, their tongues dancing rhythmically with one another. Kara could feel his hand reach into the depths of her dark green skirt, soon moaning a little upon feeling her area getting massaged softly.

The woman wrapped her arms around his hips, the two facing their bodies towards each other on the couch while their lips locked, and their tongues danced, fighting for dominance. She could feel her body just heating up from his touch alone, she wasn't even trying to warm her body up, it was just the way he makes her feel so vulnerable.

And she loves it.

Their tongues continued dancing as she pushed herself onto him, pressing her body against his, he took his hand out from her skirt and began running it up her Supergirl-themed shirt, his hand massaging her breasts, noticing she wasn't wearing any bra underneath.

"Oh, baby ~" she mumbled into his mouth, she unwrapped one arm from his around his hips, her hand on his chest to massage to support her and the other arm unwrapped now to tease the bulge growing in his pants while their tongues continued to dance in each other's mouths.

Y/N's little groans were soon heard, with Kara teasing him, causing him to push her onto the couch where she now was laid onto her back with their kiss interrupting for that moment alone, grabbing hold of her as she let out a little funny eek. 

"Ohhh, kinky ~" she mischievously giggled before biting down on her lip with her being pinned down onto the couch. "And here I thought I'd be the kinky one all the time ~" she purred, as her man smirked looking down at her.

"Oh, I have a kinky side too, I've just never shown it ~" he flirted back with a playful tone, the woman giggled before Y/N went down onto her, connecting his lips onto her neck.

"Ohhh, yessss" The Woman of Steel closed her eyes briefly as she felt his hot breath on her neck, with little moans escaping her throat, she felt her body go all intense and vulnerable to just his touch alone, moaning softly into her boyfriend's ear. "Oh myyyy Raoooo, yes ~!" she rolled her eyes back after opening them up again. Her hand on the back of his head as she drove that same hand through his hair with white highlights.

He nibbled on her neck, giving her a hickey, one that he made sure would stay for at least a few hours, knowing it'll disappear when she's out in the sun again, thanks to her Kryptonian biology and yellow solar energy reserves.

Her breaths got harder the more he continued kissing and nibbling on the Woman of Steel's neck, she squirmed with pleasure underneath him, practically begging him to continue kissing her neck.

Kara could lift a locomotive with ease, fly at super sonic speeds, be able to drift through space without the need of oxygen, even carry the very world on her shoulders when Atlas once asked her to, just like her cousin once did.

But she was vulnerable to a person's touch? It was a weakness that was well worth having, unlike her vulnerability to Kryptonite, this was the good type of Kryptonite... Just Y/N, all to herself... And if women tried hitting on him? Kara would make sure he was already hers, alone.

"Bedroom" she breathed out with a little moan, wanting to feel him inside her.

"As you wish ~" he replied, scooping her up into his arms, like she'd do to him when she would be out as Supergirl, she knew he didn't mind it, he found it quite adorable... But also hot at the same time.

Kara was practically excited at this point, the look on her face said it all as soon as she felt herself being scooped up into her boyfriend's arms, being carried into the bedroom.

A smirk played across Y/N's face, seeing his Woman of Steel getting all excited just thinking about how much she'd have him inside her, it was a thrilling feeling for the both of them.

The man placed Kara onto the bed gently, Kara repositioned herself before beginning to take off the hoodie she "borrowed" off from Y/N while he was gone, then proceeded to remove her skirt and undies off, before moving to her Supergirl-themed T-shirt, slowly removing it off to give him a... Little tease underneath.

A smile crept across his face as she done this, a smirk played on Kara's face, removing her T-shirt slowly, making sure to tease him at the same time. Now showing her breasts that were free from the T-shirt, like before, she wasn't wearing a bra underneath.

"Like what you see ~?" she gave him a wink, slowly driving her hands over her, soft, sleek skin as she was sitting up on the bed, looking deep into his eyes before flexing her muscles.

Her six-pack showed, flexing before him as he could only stare right at her muscles and body. Oh, how hot she looked in his view.

He nodded with a simple hum before Kara stopped her little flex show, and dragged herself over to her boyfriend, looking up at him, as if to ask something.

"May I?" she asked him, her hands and fingers twitching to the edges of his pants, asking permission to remove them and his underwear herself so he didn't have to.

And here he thought, he was supposed to relieve Kara from the little stress she had recently been keeping bottled up? He supposed this is what Kara had been waiting for... Though she could've asked anytime they had the chance before the recent situation.

"By all means" he responded, soon Kara slowly dragged down his pants, seeing the package he had underneath more clearly without the need of her X-ray vision, then proceeded to pull down his underwear, as his package then was freed from the fabric of his underwear, her eyes focused on it's girth and size. He was huge, and Kara really wanted to feel him inside her, to have him release in her.

"Seems like it needs some of me, doesn't it ~" she said with a flirtatious tone, feeling all giddy about him inside her, giving her a good time to relieve some of the stress she bottled up, she needed this and she knew he needed this too.

Before anything could happen, Kara made sure to lube up his cock first, and herself, just to make things easier 

Kara laid back on the bed, opening her legs to invite Y/N in, both now naked, freed from their clothing. She watched him get onto the bed, feeling him get on top of her as he aimed his cock to enter and hit the perfect spot that makes her squirm the most.

"Do it" she begged, positioning her hips upright for him.

Y/N slowly inserted his cock within the hole of her pussy, Kara's eyes bulged in surprise before he slammed down into her; making her moan with a little squeal. "There then?" he grinned as another moan escaped Kara's throat.

"Ohhhh, yes, fuck! Y/N! Yesss!" she threw her head back onto the bed, closing her eyes as a drunk smile crept on her face, the bed moving slightly with the little thrusts Y/N was making into her pussy. 

She squirmed underneath him yet again, from having a hicky earlier on, to feeling his cock thrust in and out of her every second with slow movements. Kara bit down on her lip hard as she began to massage her medium sized breasts, they weren't as big like her counterpart's were, but that wasn't the reason Kara found herself in a relationship with Y/N.

It seemed impossible, but she fell in love with him first, despite him brushing her off initially at first, he learned to accept her into his life, and soon fell in love with her back after becoming friends upon accepting her company. He never really had anyone, but his adopted mother, and that was it, it all changed when he met Kara for the first time... In that lone alleyway where demons ambushed him in National City all those years ago.

"Who do you belong to, huh? C'mon, say it ~".

"You! I belong to you! I'm yours and you're mine!" Kara moaned loudly with a little squeal of pleasure as he grinned. "Faster! Faster ~!" she begged.

"Not yet, Sunshine ~" he replied, driving his hands up on her body, up to her breasts, beginning to go in circles with his fingers around the nipples of her boobs, which were getting harder the more time went on.

"Ohhhh, you're teasing me!" a moaned mumble escaped the throat of Kara Zor-El, she wanted to let her juices flow so badly, wanting to feel the pleasure of releasing herself onto him, as much as he did.

He smirked at the fact she was begging him to go faster, he knew all the spots, all the ways to tease her and make her beg for more once the first release is done with, just like last time.

"You really want me to go fast, don't you?" he continued his charade, teasing her, making her beg.

The girl nodded her head in a fast motion. "We'll also fuck in the shower, just please... Please! Make me cum ~!".

Y/N then began to speed things up, his thighs connecting with hers with loud claps echoing throughout the bedroom, his hands massaged her breasts while she kept her hands above her head.

The bed was now shaking more and more now, scraping off the flooring with each thrust into Kara, her moans got louder, her breaths got heavier with each thrust, in and out...

In and out...

Repeating in a pattern with the sounds of their thighs clapping off of each other, with Y/N slamming down onto Kara as her moans and cute little squeals continued with each thrust and clap. 

Her head was thrown back onto the bed once again as her eyes rolled back, her tongue sticking out, laughing with pleasure.

"Oo! Ah! Ah! Ooo! Yes! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Ohhhhh, fuck meeeee! Yes! Yes!!"

 She looked deep into Y/N's eyes with a drunken smile playing across her soft lips, pleasure building up as she squirmed again when her sweet spot was hit over and over again with each hard thrust, fast and rough...

Just the way she liked it, just like last time when she rode him while in costume.

"Enjoying this, aren't you?" he said with a smirk before letting out a little groan from the back of his throat, feeling the walls of Kara's pussy clenching further, but he continued thrusting deep into her sweet spot.

"Mmmmm, yessss ~!" she nodded her head, her tongue stuck out, locking eyes with him as his thrusts continued getting faster...

And faster..

Faster...

In and out..

And in and out... 

Until she felt him pulsating in her and herself getting ready to release her juices onto his cock inside her.

"You close?" Y/N mumbled his question with a groan.

"Oh fuck! I'm close ~!" the Woman of Steel squealed out, her moans heavy with lust. "I'm so close to cumming!!"

"I'm close too, babe" he groaned with pleasure along with her moans. "Together?".

"Together" she moaned back, feeling his hands cup her breasts. "Come for me, baby! Come. For. Me ~!!".

With one final, huge thrust, Y/N sent Kara over the edge with one final thrust in her sweet spot, a squeal of approval followed suit from her a she released herself onto him, moaning as she does so.

"Fuck!!" Y/N let out, having slammed one more time down onto her sweet spot, releasing himself soon after, his groans turned into little moans as he continued to shoot his shot into her.

Kara could hear his heartbeat racing, as if it was about to burst out of his chest with the excitement and pleasure of what they had just felt from the moment of releasing themselves, his little pants echoed out in the room as his cock now exiting her pussy.

With one last effort to seal the moment, Kara pulled him down to bring him into a heated kiss, her taking the lead to dance with his tongue, his heavy breathing sounding like music to her ears.

She could feel his shot flow within her, it was a strange feeling to her still but she loved the feeling of it at the same time.

"Feel any better, princess?" he mumbled into her mouth, a breathless giggle escaped her and him before the woman pecked his lips again.

"I should also ask the same to you" she said with a breathless sigh of satisfaction, their foreheads softly collided together.

"Much better than before, I needed this too" he said with his pants getting slower now.

"So..." Kara giggled. "Wanna take a shower with me? Continue this? If you've still got some left in you, that is ~" she smirked with some enthusiasm and cockiness, leaving Y/N to chuckle breathlessly, still catching his breath.

"You really knocked the breath out of me almost that time, and I never get tired that easily".

"Is that a no?" she asked with puckered lips, before seeing a smirk dawn across his lips.

"Let's continue in the shower, my Angel ~".

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Word Count: 4870

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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.

[trashpandato]

Control

Kara has no idea how things got out of control so quickly.

One minute, they were sitting in their booth at Al’s, downing their second round of drinks while chatting animatedly about that time when Alex accidentally ordered pizzas loaded with anchovies, and the next, tables were getting pushed over, chairs were flying and the entire bar was engulfed in chaos.

As with most bar fights, it’s completely unclear what or who started it. Kara briefly considers simply using her superspeed to subdue everyone enough to put an end to it, but then she remembers she’s blown out her powers earlier that day.

A bottle comes flying toward her and she ducks just in time. And then, someone grabs her shoulder and spins her around, but before Kara can even get a good look at who grabbed her, Lena is there, blocking a fist that was meant for Kara’s nose, and then throwing one clean punch to knock out Kara’s would-be attacker.

Shocked, all Kara can do in the moment is nod, but Lena is already taking a step toward a large burly dude who has Alex pinned to the bar. Lena yells to get his attention and then punches him out as well, though it takes more than one swing for him to go down.

Eventually, things die down. Kara assumes that whoever started the fight is either out cold or has left the bar amid the mayhem. 

“You alright?” Alex asks, concern for her sister evident in her face.

“I’m fine. Not a scratch. Thanks to Lena.”

They both turn towards where Lena is currently checking on Brainy, who seems a little shell shocked by what he has just witnessed.

“Yeah, what’s up with that? I had no idea she even knew how to throw a punch.”

Kara wants to nod, but then a series of images flash through her mind: Lena punching Beth Breen unconscious while Kara was being attacked by the nanobots, Lena knocking out Eve Tessmacher in Kaznia, Lena aiming right for Lex’s chin, twice.

“I’m going to go take her home,” Kara declares, knowing that all she wants to do right now is gather Lena up in her arms and hug her.

Alex nods. “Alright. You do that. I’ll call J’onn to help me sort out this mess.”

It takes a little while before Kara can convince Lena to leave, to let Alex take care of the aftermath of the fight, but eventually, they make it back to Kara’s apartment. As soon as they get inside, Kara makes a beeline for the freezer compartment of her fridge and pulls out a bag of frozen peas.

“Here. For your knuckles.”

Kara holds out the bag to Lena who raises an eyebrow. “Peas?”

“I, um, I don’t usually need ice packs myself, so, this is all I have.”

Lena smirks. “Oh I get that. I’m just surprised you have…frozen vegetables in your apartment.”

“I do eat green things sometimes, you know?” Kara retorts, rolling her eyes.

She takes a few steps and sits down on her couch next to Lena. Gently, Kara takes both of Lena’s hands and inspects them. Her knuckles are red and a little swollen, and there is a small cut that’s already scabbed over. Kara shakes her head and looks up.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know?”

“Yes, I did,” Lena cuts her off. “I’m not going to let anyone hurt my friends, hurt you.”

Kara presses a careful kiss to Lena’s injured hands and then rests the bag of peas on them.

“You, Lena Luthor, are my hero.”

“And you, Kara Danvers, are a sap.”

“Maybe. But I’m the sap who loves you.”

At that, Lena ducks forward a little and captures Kara’s lips in a soft kiss.

“I love you, too.

[bullet-prooflove]

Heyyy I asked for Bode NSFW Alphabet! Can you do B D E Y Z? Thanks love ❤️🔥

B - Bondage (do they like it? do they not? do they prefer to be the one being tied or the one doing the tying?) 

I think due to his time incarcerated Bode could not deal with having restraints in the bedroom. I think it would really fuck with him. When he does submit to his partner I think he would hold his wrists, one crossed over the other above his head as a gesture as a symbol of that restraint. He wouldn’t move from his position unless he’s ‘allowed’ to.

However I do think he would enjoy a blindfold, maybe a silk eye mask could be something. I think he’s a very sensual person and that would be something he’d be very into especially if his partner was bestowing tender kisses all over his body.

D - Dominance (do they prefer to dominate, or be dominated? do they have experience as a Dom? Do they have a Dom that they trust already? What kind of things do they enjoy as/with their Dominant partner?) 

I imagine he would be the more submissive of the two, he’s been forced into a lot of dominant roles during his time in prison and I think that submitting to someone, trusting them would be a huge relief for him. His partner would be a very soft Dom, someone who builds him up, tells him how good he is, how he deserves his pleasure. He flourishes under that tenderness and it builds his confidence making him feel safe and loved.

E - Extra info (any other fetishes? feet? leather? role playing? blood? fantasies that they might want to experience not on this list?)

I honestly feel like after prison, this is a journey of self discovery for Bode because he doesn’t know what he likes. I think sex before that was with Kara and that was usual teenage stuff. After that he steered towards addiction so everything else was getting fucked, while he was fucked. With the right partner he now has the space to learn what he liked and to try new things.

I can easily see him coming to his partner with a new idea, something he’s seen, read or heard about and being can we try this whilst being a little shy. I could also see him accidently discovering thing like when she runs her hands through his hair, she tugs just a little and he realises that gets him off.

Y - Yes, Master (what kinds of names are used during sex? do they like being called master / mistress, daddy, etc…? what names do they call their partner?) 

His first name is a big one because in prison it’s mostly last names, it’s a way of de-humaising people, reducing their identity. He loves hearing you say his name. He likes it when you call him baby as well, I think it gives him a sense of belonging, he loves the affectionateness of it.

Z - Zones (what are their erogenous zones? what spots on their body should be touched, bitten, kissed, when someone wants to get them in the mood?) 

He loves it when you kiss his thighs, he’s very sensitive there and the light brushing of your lips makes him feel like he’s cherished. Kissing his neck always gets him in the mood, especially if your hands are in his hair.

[mamawasatesttube]

a tuppence for your bi4bi Clois thoughts 🪙... I'm luv them so much and I'd love to hear if you have any specific headcanons about them 🥺

YESSSS!!! i DO have some thoughts. i love them,

generally i think lois has her bisexuality figured out by the time she's in her mid-20s. she and cat grant have had some rage-filled makeouts on at least one occasion, but an actual relationship would never in a million years work out between them. they respect each other but do not see eye to eye nearly enough. she never bothered to come out to her father, but just knows it's one more thing about her that he'd hate.

clark, by contrast, does Not have it figured out. he has spent his entire life repressing every single thought, feeling, and ability that set him apart from the classic good all-american boy because he had to fit in. and being superman, exploring his kryptonian heritage, etc., has helped, of course, but he is still. so repressed. he has no idea that he's ever experienced attraction to guys before. he's got some internalized homophobia to work through, about himself. He Has To Be Normal. so as far as he's concerned, there was lana, and then there was lois.

to me, clark's journey toward self-acceptance is very intrinsically tied to his family. there's kara, talking about how sexuality and gender stuff on krypton wasn't like it is on earth, especially in western culture. there's kon, suffering through his own repression and depression and trying to pretend he's fine. there's chris and jon, both too young to fully grasp it all (probably), who make clark incredibly aware of every step he makes in terms of parenting them.

so one day, after kon's finally come out to the family, and kara's muddled through trying to figure out earth labels that she's comfortable with, the two of them decide they wanna go to pride, and ask lois and clark if they want to make it a family affair. lois says hell yeah, and clark says yes of course he's happy to support them! and jon says YAY, GLITTER!! CAN I GET STICKERS? and chris says if you get glitter all over my nintendo ds again i will punt you into the ocean, baby brother or not.

and there's just this innocuous moment while they're out when kon goes "here i got you these!" and hands lois and clark two simple lil heart-shaped bi flag buttons. and lois is like aw thanks squirt! and ruffles kon's hair. clark meanwhile goes oh i think there's been a misunderstanding... ... . . . .. . .. .. . or. has there?

and that night he's just sitting on the edge of the bed holding this tiny like $3 button in his hands having a whole crisis. lois hooks her chin over his shoulder and asks what's wrong? and he's like. lois i'm not. i'm. except maybe i'm not not. but i don't know, i thought i... i never thought i could think about it. clark kent is supposed to be normal. i... i'm already an alien, lois, i thought i was already set apart enough, and if i'm... if i'm this, even when i'm clark, not superman, then... then...

and lois digs her matching little $3 bi flag heart button out of her purse and bumps it against his and says, even if you are queer, you're still not alone. and then clark gives her the patented kent family big soft puppy-dog eyes. that night, he falls asleep in her arms with his head tucked snugly under her chin. it's where he feels safest.

but the next year, he lets kara get him a flag, and lets kon tie it around his shoulders like a cape. and he's here as clark kent, but it's kind of funny when he looks at his shadow. because he might not be superman right now, but the silhouette still looks the same.

[loveandleases]

Hi, I saw this ask on another IF and I thought I would ask it here. What would be the ROs reactions to them and Mc getting caught on a kiss-cam while at a ball game? Assuming Mc is ok with anything they might do. Crushing stage please.

Love the game by the way!

Oh, my first time seeing this ask! Good one, below the cut ~

❤️ Cam- He will turn to MC, his lips already wet. More eager than the people watching the kiss cam. Does MC notice how flushed his cheeks are? Making his freckles show, do they notice how fast he's breathing, how his eyes stare into there wondering if they would object. When they don't Cam leans in slowly, watching for a reaction, any reaction. When MC doesn't look like they will pull away, he runs a hand up the side of their neck, finding its way into their hair. He kisses them so softly. As if he could very well break them. He ignores the clapping of those around him, the eyes on them, and especially ignores the groan that leaves his mouth.

💙 G - Oh this is fucked up. So fucked up. They don't know if they're ready for this, or if they want it. Well, that second part isn't true, they know they do. G sighs heavily as if this is some task they have been assigned. "Are you going to kiss me or not? Why does this feel like the group assignment we had ba-" G shuts up when they feel MC's lips on them. Clearly, they didn't want to remember that project either. G is unsure whose breathing is faster, and why their heart feels as if it's going to pound out of their chest. They notice you taste the same, should that have been something they remembered? Should the feel of your lips make them long for the kiss to last longer? They have that answer when you pull away, both flushed not saying anything.

💚 Kara - She is so giddy with excitement. She never imagined she would be on Kiss Cam, part of her is more surprised that she isn't completely against you being the one she kisses. "Are you ready?" She asks her hand sliding between your knees. When you nod she leans in, and it's hard not to notice her bite her lip before they press against your own. Her tongue darted lightly against your lips. The scent of warm vanilla fills your nose. You would be lying if you said you never thought Kara's lips looked soft. Yet the way she kisses is not soft at all. It's needy, wanting. Almost devouring. "More." Is she asking, suggesting? You're not sure, but the way she glances down at your now bruising lip makes you think it was more her own desire.

💛 M - "I, oh okay. Fuck, I mean sorry!" They yell at the camera, covering their mouth. The giggles of the crowd just make them blush more, and before they can tilt their head down to hide away you catch their chin with a finger. They stare at you eyes wide and words trying to form on their lips. Lips that are now inching closer to your own. You ignore the "oohs" and whistles from the crowd, as you watch M close their eyes as you kiss them. It's a clumsy kiss, noses bumping slightly. But it's a good one nonetheless. Especially when you pull away and that blush along their cheeks makes their amber eyes that more alluring. "Thank you," they whisper thumbing your lip to wipe away the small bit of saliva.

💜 Isaac - At first Isaac looks conflicted, brow furrowed and not looking at you. Isaac doesn't want to do this, they don't want to admit that the feeling in their chest is because they do want to kiss you. That very thought they don't even want to have. They know they can't leave you hanging though, it would be rude. Isaac isn't rude, just...just afraid. They turn to you, and before you can take a second to ask they lean in. Lips brushing against your cheek, before hovering above your lips. They don't look in your eyes, because if they do, they might just see that you want this just as much as they do. Their full lips are soft and the way Isaac tilts your head back to deepen the kiss only makes you wish that they would not stop yet. Thankfully, it seems Isaac has the same idea.

🖤 Ardent - "No." He shakes his head, looking at the camera and flipping it off. He hates people staring, hates people looking at him, and now everyone's eyes are on him. The camera doesn't move away, instead, people booing when he flips them off again. "They won't stop until we kiss, you idiot." You say it just loud enough for him to hear. He turns so quick, his hand reaching out to yank you by the shirt until you are practically in his lap. His hand on the back of your head pulling you so tight, that if he let go you would surely lose your balance. "Open your mouth brat." He murmurs against your lips. While you don't want to even begin to give Ardent the satisfaction, something in you decides that is the best idea yet. Not only are you surprised you did it, but so is he. Now looking at you with a wicked grin, as he begins to slide his tongue into your mouth.

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Dress

Lena Luthor stood in front of her mirror, contemplating the deep purple ensemble laid out on her bed. Her eyes trailed over the sleek lines of the suit, the soft shimmer of the fabric catching the light. It was perfect. It wasn’t just about looking good, though she had to admit that part of her thrived on that. No, tonight, this choice had a deeper purpose.

Alex and Kelly’s wedding was a celebration of love, unity, and authenticity, and Lena wanted to honor that by showing up as her truest self—without compromise, without anyone’s influence. She ran a hand through her dark hair, carefully styled to look effortless, and smirked at her reflection. The dress hanging in her closet—a designer piece, long, flowing, emerald green—remained untouched. She had briefly considered wearing it, but ultimately, the idea didn’t sit well with her.

The first reason? James.

His off-handed comment from years ago still lingered at the back of her mind. They had been in the middle of some gala, early in their relationship, when he casually remarked, “You look great in dresses, Lena. You should wear them more often.”

At the time, she had smiled and brushed it off, but as their relationship progressed, she began to notice the subtle hints of how James, consciously or not, tried to shape her into a version of herself that fit into his world. He liked how she looked in dresses, yes, but it was always with a note of approval that made her feel like she was performing a role for him.

Now, as she prepared for the wedding, knowing he would be there, Lena wanted to send a very clear message—she wasn’t dressing to please anyone, least of all James. The purple ensemble was power, elegance, and confidence personified. And the plunging neckline? Well, that was for Kara.

Lena's breath hitched as she thought of her. Kara Danvers—the beautiful, brilliant, slightly awkward Kryptonian who could make her heart race with a single smile. Despite their complicated past, their friendship had deepened in recent months. But still, there were lingering feelings Lena couldn’t shake. Feelings she hadn’t voiced, not fully, but that simmered just beneath the surface every time they were in the same room together.

Tonight, Lena wanted to catch Kara's attention. Really catch it.

She imagined Kara's eyes widening as she took in the sight of Lena in that deep purple suit. It was tailored to perfection, the plunging neckline daring yet refined. Not too much—just enough to stir curiosity, to leave something unspoken, a spark of possibility. Lena chuckled to herself. The idea of being bold and unapologetic wasn’t just about making a statement to others. It was about claiming what she wanted.

She wanted Kara to notice her. To really see her. And if this outfit gave her the confidence to flirt a little more boldly, to stand a little closer, well, then it was doing its job.

As Lena adjusted her cufflinks, a knock came at the door. It was Kara, of course, arriving early as they had planned.

“Hey, Lena, are you—” Kara’s words faltered as she stepped into the room, her eyes widening at the sight of Lena standing there in the purple ensemble, the neckline plunging low enough to reveal a hint of skin that Lena had never shown off before. Kara blinked, her cheeks flushing slightly as she tried to regain her composure.

“Wow. You look… amazing.”

Lena smirked, her voice smooth and confident. “I know.”

Kara opened her mouth to say something, then closed it again, clearly struggling to find the right words. Lena took a step closer, watching Kara’s gaze flicker downward, just for a moment, before she quickly looked back up at Lena's face.

“Ready to go?” Lena asked, her voice teasing, but with a warmth that softened it.

Kara cleared her throat. “Yeah, I—uh, yeah, let’s go.”

As they left together, Lena couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She had chosen the purple ensemble for herself, to reclaim her identity, to distance herself from the expectations James once had of her. But she had also chosen it for Kara—for the unspoken tension between them, for the hope that maybe, just maybe, tonight could be the night where something shifted between them.

And if the way Kara had looked at her was any indication, it was already working.

The dress? It would stay in the closet.

Tonight, Lena was exactly who she wanted to be.

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The Vampire Woman - Chapter 26

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As it turns out, sharing privileged information about vampires is a dangerous affair.

None of them could have expected this, not when they’re in Lena’s apartment, one of the safest places on the planet, and none of them know how someone has managed to get to them.

As soon as Sam had opened her mouth to start answering some of Kara’s questions after she had woken up, something hit them. Lena, Sam and Kara keel over, their hands clutching their ears in an attempt to block out the agonizing noise attacking them.

Kara drops to her knees, the least experienced with her advanced hearing, thus unable to try and cut off the incessant high-pitched ringing that is assaulting her from seemingly every angle.

Soon enough, the noise turns to words, or rather, one word.

“Hush.”

The way one single word can make a vampire’s already cold blood turn to ice is horrifying, terrifying, and everything in between.

Lena and Sam’s eyes lock onto each other as the noise stops, freeing them from the prison of pain they’ve found themselves unexpectantly trapped in. For the most part, Kara is just trying to catch her breath, stunned by what just happened and barely holding herself together as the fear catches up with her, her brain processing that she was just in a considerable amount of pain, and now she’s not.

“What the fuck?” Sam had just about curled over out of the chair she was sitting in when it happened, and now, she leans back, making a conscious effort to rid herself of the tension that wound up around every muscle in her body.

Seeing Sam compose herself and ease the strain out of her stiff shoulders, neck and spine, Lena follows suit. With the tightness there, she almost wonders if she got rigor mortis a few centuries too late.

“We need to move somewhere else, somewhere safer.” Lena pants out, barely catching her breath.

“Like where?”

“I’m not going to say, clearly, we’re being listened to,” Lena says, not bothering to lower her voice. It won’t do any of them any good.

Kara is still on her knees, her eyes firmly fixed on the carpet, her mind reeling. Her panic, anxiety and fear are scuttling around under her skin like a thousand tiny bugs burrowed away inside her. It makes her itch but she can’t seem to make herself move; she doesn’t have the energy after that.

Alex rushes to her side. She and Ruby were giving the three of them some space by sitting in the kitchen while the vampires and hybrid have their discussion, but upon hearing the pained gasps and grunts, they gave up on their stations in favour of making a beeline for their loved ones.

Dropping down before her sister, Alex’s hands brace along Kara’s jaw, cradling her head in her soft, worried embrace. “Kara? Kara, are you ok?”

Kara nods weakly against her palms, very obviously not ok.

“We can’t go anywhere yet, it’s too light out. What do we do?” Sam asks, her eyes darting between Lena and Ruby. “If it’s not safe here, I don’t want Ruby here. Maybe you can get Frank or Jess to come and get her so we can send her somewhere she’ll be better protected.”

“Sam, nothing is going to happen to her. We all know that a hundred vampires could break in here right now and nothing could come remotely close to hurting her because we would rip them to shreds if we had to. Besides, for us to be heard, that means another vampire knows where we are, and they must be strong. However, no vampire can walk in the light of day unscathed.”

Sam shakes her head before pointing at Kara, raising an eyebrow at Lena.

“No, a hybrid wouldn’t have enough power to hear us from the ground, and there’s no way they’re inside the building; the security is too tight. I built this place, and I have safeguards in place to prevent outside ears from listening in. I have no idea how they got around it, but I need to figure out how they did it so I can stop it from happening again.

Alex manages to shuffle Kara up and get her on the couch. It’s clear she’s not doing well, and while she’s doing her best to remain stony-faced, unshed tears are making her eyes glisten and her clenched jaw gives away just how disturbed she is by what just happened.

Her breathing is ragged; Lena can hear it clear as day, and her hands are clenched into fists atop her knees. Lena reaches out to unclasp it, hoping to relax her somewhat, but she tears herself away, stretching her back out until it clicks and shrinking in on herself.

“Kara?” Alex tries again, and seeing the way Kara winces at the sound of her sister’s voice, Lena realizes what’s happening.

“She’s overwhelmed. I fear the audio attack we’ve just faced may have momentarily tipped her over the edge. There are headphones on the nightstand in my room. They’re noise cancelling and should help her regain her senses once again, would you mind fetching them for her?”

Lena barely gets her question out before Alex is on her way to get them. She’s grateful to be given a task, something to do to make her feel useful because, quite frankly, she hasn’t got a fucking clue what just happened. All she knows is that they’re being listened to and that means she has to be careful with what she’s saying. Given that she doesn’t know what is classified as dangerous, she’s opting to say as little as possible.

She grabs the headphones and rushes back to the living room to fit them over Kara’s head, ignoring the blonde’s hands as she reaches out to take them from her. Once they’re firmly in place, she tucks a few stray curls out of her face and sits beside her, her brow furrowed in worry.

“I don’t have a clue what is going on but I need answers as to what just happened and I need to know that you’ve got a plan.” She stares into Lena’s eyes for a brief moment before moving over to lock eyes on the chestnut brown ones of the other vampire, who has her daughter tucked beneath her arm protectively, the younger girl’s head resting against her arm.

“You’ll have to let me figure that one out for myself before I can answer that, Alex.” Lena huffs, annoyed that she’s out of the loop. If there’s one thing she hates more than being threatened by a mysterious voice that is paired with the audio equivalent of being stabbed in the ears repeatedly, it’s not knowing something. Lena has to figure this out.

-

Lena’s senses are going crazy as she ushers everyone into the back of Frank’s car, and she has no doubt that Sam is just as on edge as she is.

They have been waiting all day for the chance to leave, waiting for the sun to go down just enough for them to get out of the apartment and get to L-Corp. At least there, they’ll know they’re safe. The only problem with that is their relative certainty that the person who sent them that message is a vampire too, a strong one at that. That means they could show up at any time, and all they can do is cross their fingers and hope they can get to L-Corp without meeting them.

“Frank, don’t dawdle. Take the fastest route and be on guard. If you see anything suspicious, you must let us know.”

“Of course, Ms Luthor.” Frank drones, his foot hitting the gas pedal before they’ve even had a chance to put their seatbelts on.

A horn sounds from behind them as they cut off some poor soul who’s probably on their way home from work. Kara flinches at the sound, and Lena pulls her into her side more firmly before making sure the cups of the headphones are over her ears properly. “Keep them on. You’ll be on edge for a while so it’s best to leave them on until we at least get where we’re going.”

Kara presses herself into Lena’s side more firmly, taking comfort in the tight grip she has around her shoulders. It’s steadying and makes her feel like nothing can touch her. Her right hand reaches over to grab Alex’s, who looks just about ready to jump into Sam’s lap with how wide her eyes are, constantly searching for the threat they can’t see. The only reason she hasn’t already done it is because Ruby is huddled so tightly to Sam already, Kara’s certain.

Frank makes the judgment call not to take the fastest route but the most populated, figuring that if someone or something is after them, then it’s best he uses the public as their safety blanket. No vampire wants to be exposed to the world, and no vampire is going to risk attacking them on Main Street, he’s pretty sure of that. Not unless the vampire is dumb or overly cocky anyway.

Lena takes note of Frank’s choice but doesn’t say anything. She understands why he did it, but she would still prefer it if he followed her instructions. Fighting over it now isn’t going to help anyone though. It’s already tough keeping everything moving smoothly when they’re all on edge. If she makes a fuss about it, that will scare everyone even more.

Closing her eyes, Lena listens out for any sound that could be coming from someone who wants to hurt them, her ears working overtime to try and find footsteps that aren’t matched by a heartbeat or the telltale sound of some supervillain cackling malevolently in some dark, abandoned building.

Frank pulls up around the side of L-Corp, bringing them to the same side door that Kara was first brought through by him long ago when Lena had him bring her to her. This time, nobody needs to get threatened by a gun to go inside, although Kara wishes she had one stuffed in the waistband of her pants so she could whip it out like she’s in an action movie and get her revenge on Frank.

They all scuttle through the door, their heads swivelling as they duck inside, trying their best to spot anyone down the alley.

The door clangs shut behind them, but none of them lose any tension from their shoulders. None of them release the breath they’re holding. Something doesn’t feel right.

“Everyone get down to the lab,” Lena demands, her ears straining to find anyone who isn’t meant to be here and coming up empty. Diving for her phone, she calls up the new head of security, someone she hired after Vasquez was murdered. She’s not sure if she likes her just yet but doesn’t get any negative feelings from her. “Ms Lane, I want a full head count and a list of everyone in the building please. Anyone who isn’t security is to be taken to the second-floor conference room. Once I’ve reviewed the list and checked on the staff, I’ll decide on further steps.”

“Of course, Ms Luthor. Is there anything you’d like me to prepare for?”

“Just be ready. We might have to move fast.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Lena shuts the lab door behind them firmly before heading straight for the safe room. “I know it’s not your favourite place in the world, but please just go in here for now. I’m not sure what’s happening, but I’ll be able to handle it better knowing you’re safe.” She swings the door open and gestures inside.

Ruby is the first to pass through the door after a not-so-gentle nudge from her mom and Alex is right behind her, quickly followed by Frank.

“You too,” Lena says softly, squeezing Kara’s hand. “You’ll be more protected from an audio attack in there, and I’ll feel better knowing there’s someone powerful in there to protect Ruby. I know Sam will too.”

“I will,” Sam confirms.

“Is Jess still here?” Kara asks, backing into the room. “Are you going to bring her down here?”

Lena’s eyes widen. “Oh shit. Sam, can you go and get her? I imagine she’s either already been rounded into the conference room or at her desk.”

Sam takes a second to enter the safe room, duck down to press a kiss to her daughter’s forehead, and then whisper a gentle reassurance to her before she darts off up the stairs, much quicker than the humans in the room were expecting, all of them left shell shocked by the causal display of power.

Kara moves into the room and waits just inside the door. “She should be back in just a moment, right? No point in shutting the door until Jess is here.”

Lena nods but looks around nervously. “I guess so, but it’d still make me feel better.”

“We all saw how quickly Sam just ran off, she’ll be back in no time.”

“They’ll be longer than you think. The day Jess lets anyone make her move that quick is the day a janitor is mopping up her puke from every step in the stairwell. It’ll be like a breadcrumb trail, except it’s just the regurgitated sub she had for lunch.”

Kara pinches the bridge of her nose between her fingers, wincing as she tries not to picture that. “Yep, thanks for that.”

“You’re welcome,” Lena smiles playfully, although it doesn’t feel completely genuine, the unease in her eyes overtaking the brief moment of joy.

“It’ll be ok.” Kara tries reassuring her but knows her thunderous heart is giving her away. She almost died the last time they were in a situation like this. Now someone else is threatening them, and she’s got to somehow not freak out.

Sam comes barging down the stairs at full speed, practically throwing Jess into the saferoom before barging Lena into there too before she slams the door shut behind them, locking them all in.

“What are you doing?” Lena exclaims.

“Shut up.” Sam commands, barely glancing back at the group, which now includes a very green-looking Jess. “They’re here.”

“What?” Lena whispers, almost inaudibly.

Not a moment later, a long, deep scratch can be heard from the other side of the door, trailing across it with a noise that makes them all raise their shoulders up in an attempt to protect their ears.

Alex notices Ruby quivering against the back wall and tucks her arm around the girl, noting how she immediately clutches her arms around her waist and buries her head into her chest.

Jess takes the other side of Ruby, joining in on the impromptu hug, a familiar figure for her to draw comfort from.

Frank just huddles in the corner, his necklace pulled out from under his shirt, the little cross held tightly between his clenched hands as he mouths the words to a prayer that won’t protect him.

“I hear you.” A dark voice sing-songs from outside. “I can hear your fear.”

Lena turns to everyone, a finger pressed to her lips to warn everyone to be quiet.

“If you think this adorable little room will protect you, you’re wrong. I know who you’re hiding in there. I know what you’re hiding in there. A beat. “Hybrid.”

Kara’s eyes are so wide she’s confident they might just roll right out of her head. Her hands clutch at the headphones, and to stop herself from accidentally breaking them, she shoves them back onto her head, regretting ever taking them off when they got down here.

Lena holds her hands out to her, holding her palms out flat to reassure her that everything is fine. She’s not going to let anyone hurt her.

“Give me the creature and I’ll leave. Nobody has to get hurt here.”

A snarl rips itself free from Lena’s throat, her protective side coming out in spades as she thinks about what someone could possibly do to Kara. Obviously, whatever she is planning isn’t good. Nobody who has good intentions with someone calls them a ‘creature.’

“Ah, so someone in there has a pair of balls. I like that, and I’d recognize that sound anywhere. You made that sound back when we first met too. So feisty, Ms Luthor.” A sinister laugh travels through the door, muffled by the metal but no less terrifying. “Or should I say, Lenetta Kieran? I bet you don’t even remember; you low-levels never do.”

Lena’s lip curls dangerously. She knows that was her name. Her first name. It’s changed many times across the centuries, often whenever she moved from city to city, or even across the minimal number of countries she’s been to, but that’s one she’ll never forget.

Only one person she met during that time was a vampire too. One person who definitely shouldn’t be here. Someone that she was sure died so long ago. Someone who paid the ultimate price for their crimes but apparently managed to duck beneath Death’s scythe.

“You know me, don’t you, Lena?” The voice taunts, and all of a sudden, Lena is back in her chambers in England. She’s human again, her last moments of being a normal person. The final moment before her life is robbed of her.

Lena’s hand moves without her consent, reaching forward to open the door.

Sam grabs her wrist, fighting against her, shocked by the amount of strength Lena is using to reach forward. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

“Open the door for me, Lena. You know you want to.”

Kara wraps her arms around Lena from behind, trapping her arms at her side as much as she can, knowing full well that this isn’t a fight she can win. Lena has to resist for them to win this battle.

Sam clings to her wrist, a flame burning deep inside her. She won’t let her do this, not when Ruby’s safety depends on it.

“Don’t make me stop you, Lena.”

“Lena, open the door.”

Lena feels as though something has nestled deep into her brain, changing the wiring and drawing her closer to the person on the other side of the door, pulling her like they’re magnets attracting. She has the desire to resist it but also feels like her wants are not her own. A part of her wants nothing more than to open the door while her logical brain screams at her that it’s a trap.

“Lena, don’t,” Kara mutters in her ear, her arms pressing deep into her stomach as she pulls back on her. Her warmth is steadying against her back and helps guide Lena through the fog.

“I won’t,” Lena says, her tone lacking its usual bite. “You might as well go, you can’t hurt us in here and we’re not handing anyone over to you.”

A cackling laugh travels through the thick metal of the door. “Interesting. You’re stronger than I imagined you to be. Nowhere near strong enough, but you’ve got a little bit of bite to your bark. I like that.”

“Just go!”

“I can’t do that. Give me the hybrid and I won’t harm the humans you’re hiding. That’s the deal. I can smell them. I can smell you all. You have three…no, four. There are four humans in there, two vampires and the hybrid. One in seven isn’t a bad loss. Hand it over.”

Kara bites her lip and winces as nails once again scratch against the door, causing an obvious amount of damage. The door won’t hold forever. Lena made this one of the safest places on the planet, yet here they are, sitting piglets as the big bad wolf slowly taunts them as she blows their house down. “Maybe I should just—”

“Absolutely not.” Lena cuts her off, turning around in her arms and taking her muscled arms in her hands, holding her tightly as though she’s about to open the door after begging her not to do it just moments before. “You’re not doing that. We’re fine, we’re safe in here.”

“Not forever.” The voice singsongs. “How long do you think it’ll take for me to get through this door? A few minutes? An hour? A day? I can wait you out. I have nothing but time.”

“Are you a vampire?” Lena asks, unsure if she actually wants to know the answer, but in a much better state of mind than she was before, clearly the woman has stopped controlling her for now.

“You could say that.”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Telling me.” Lena smiles through the darkness, pulling out her phone and tapping the screen with her fingers faster than the flap of a hummingbird's wings. She then shoves it back in her pocket and presses Kara’s headphones against her ears more firmly. “Sam, Kara, this is going to hurt. I’m so sorry.”

The loudest, most ear-piercing ringing booms through the entire building, ten times worse than the audio attack they suffered at the hands of the mysterious woman and strong enough that it knocks not only the vampires to the floor but also causes the humans to cover their ears. It’s not enough to hurt them, but it’s not comfortable.

They hear a piercing scream on the other side of the door, demonic sounding undertones to it reaching forth and battering the lab. They hear the faint smashing sound as beakers and test tubes shatter from the mixture of the scream and Lena’s defence system.

It pauses, and all goes silent.

They relax against the floor, loosening their stiff limbs from their foetal positions. Lena swallows harshly. “It’ll just keep going. The system will take short breaks every so often. It’s random too. It gives anyone affected a chance to leave. I’ll leave it on for as long as necessary. We can endure longer than you. We’re more protected in here than you are out there. We have the upper hand. Get out while you can.”

“No!”

The noise starts up again, and Kara cries out in anguish, the least able to deal with it out of all of them. Lena knows that, at least she does when she’s not also being assaulted by the noise. She just hopes that the woman doesn’t call their bluff. If she does, they really are screwed.

They tighten back up into their foetal positions, their hands covering their ears, and their eyes slam shut.

Another scream from outside the door.

Silence.

“We can do this all day if we have to. We’re not opening the door.” Lena pants. “Give it up.”

Silence.

“You can’t win.”

Silence.

“Why do you want her so badly that you are willing to endure this pain?”

“I’m not. I’ll be back, don’t worry. I’ll find you again, not that it will be difficult; your name’s on the building.”

The door slams.

Silence.

The screeching starts up again, and as much as Lena wants to text security and have them shut off the noise, she can’t make herself move at all through the assault. They have to wait for the next break in the noise.

It does come eventually, but it feels like it takes an eternity. As soon as it stops, Lena dives for her phone and submits the order. It’s over for now. If she’s really gone, that is.

They all unravel from their positions, slowly sitting up.

“Is everyone alright?” Sam asks, her eyes pinned on her daughter. “Ruby?”

“I’m ok, mom. Is she gone?”

Sam turns her ear to the door, listening for the woman.

Silence.

“She’s gone.”

“Are you sure?” Alex asks, her eyebrows furrowed and fear written across every inch of her face.

Lena wraps her arms around Kara’s shaking body. “We’re certain. I think you should stay here while Sam and I go out there and secure the building properly. We’ll come and get you once we’re sure that’s done.”

Nobody puts up a fight. Nobody wants to leave their little sanctuary, fear still coursing through their veins and taking over them.

-

Kara is still shaking over an hour later and it has everyone worried about her. She’s sure it’s just adrenaline, but Lena and Alex have forced her to lie down on a gurney—a new one. Lillian really did a number on the last one when she escaped from being bound to it.

“I’m ok.”

“I’m sure you are, but you’ve been through a lot today, and you were practically tortured by not only her but also my defence system. We believe we only got one over on her today because a person like that doesn’t think that people below them can have similar ideas to them. I installed the frequency emitters after the Lillian thing. I wanted to be sure that I have something to rid the building of vampires should the need arise.”

“Smart.” Kara shifts, moving to take the headphones off.

Lena gently bats her hands away, keeping them in place and instead connecting them up to her phone and offering it to her so she can play some music instead. “Find something relaxing, maybe try to rest for a while. Even if you can’t sleep, you should just try to relax your body and close your eyes.”

“What about you?”

“I have work to do.”

“You should at least take half an hour to yourself, maybe sit down and try meditating or something. You can’t think if your head is everywhere at once.”

Lena leans down and presses her lips to Kara’s forehead softly. “I’ll be fine. I’ll rest once my work is done.”

Kara sighs. She already knows she’s not winning this one right now, so she turns her head until she spots Jess. “Hey! Can you make sure she rests soon, Jess?”

“You got it.” Jess gives her a thumbs up, pausing her sweeping to do so before going right back to cleaning up the broken glass.

“Thanks,” Kara calls out as she settles back down, turning on some soft music and trying not to think about how there are six people milling about the room around her.

Lena shakes her head at her softly, amused but also slightly annoyed by her actions. This woman is something else. Even after suffering through something that is definitely traumatic, she’s still trying to make sure she’s looked after too. If she could blush, she would be beet red.

“She’s not so bad,” Frank admits from his place on a random stool near to where Lena is standing.

“She’s not bad at all, and I’m just happy she didn’t try to have you kicked out of the room before she settled down.”

Frank hums softly. “She doesn’t like me very much.”

“That’s the understatement of the century.”

“I stand by what I did.”

“I know you do, but you cannot deny that what you did traumatized her deeply, just as my actions did the same to her. Our relationship has flourished since then, but it has not come without its trials and tribulations, of which I’m certain are not completely finished.”

Frank nods slowly. “I know what I did. I know what harm I caused. I know it’s not rational that I dislike her for not wanting to help you that day; she had every right and reason to refuse, but I care about you. I’ve been your driver for years, and you’re like family to me.”

Lena looks down, forcing herself to hide the tiny smile the old man just forced onto her face. “You’re like my family too. I just…can you try and get along with her? She’s lost a lot because of me and having you guys at odds just adds unease into her life that she shouldn’t have to deal with.”

“As you wish.” Frank nods. “I’ll be nice to her.”

“Thank you, that’s all I ask.” Lena squeezes his arm gently. “Now, why don’t you go and get Jess to find you somewhere to lie down too? You can call your family and let them know you’ll be home late and try to relax. At your age, you have to take it easy after something like what happened today.”

“Cheeky madam. I’ll be fine, but I suppose I should let Mandy know.” Frank grins at her before standing up and shuffling over to Jess, who eases the broom down before leading him upstairs so he can rest and call his wife.

She moves to her station where she was working on the synthetic blood, eager to see if any of her experiments she was working on have garnered any results, but her cold, unbeating heart shatters as she takes in the sight of it all strewn across the station and ground broken, her notes ripped to shreds. Whoever that woman was, she doesn’t want her to be working on this, and if she could tell what the experiment was just from her notes and the experiments, then she’s smart. Smarter than Lena would like her to be.

“Shit.”

“What’s wrong?” Sam and Alex both wander over to come and look over her shoulder.

“Oh crap,” Alex mutters. “Is that the artificial blood experiments?”

“Yep, I guess this means I’ve got to start all them over again. Fuck. At least I remember what was in the notes, so I don’t have to start completely from scratch.”

Sam squeezes her shoulder reassuringly. “I’m sorry, Lena.”

“Me too, but it’s not the end of the world.” She ducks her head. “I’d rather it just be this than any of you.”

Sam nods. “Me too. Need a hand cleaning up?”

“No, I’m good. Why don’t you and Ruby go and hang out in my office? Ruby can nap there if she wants to. I’ve got this covered.”

“Translation: you want us to scarper so you can try and make sense of everything that happened.”

Lena rolls her eyes. “Yes, that. Now scram.”

“You’ve got it.” Sam turns on her heel and eases Ruby up from where she’s sitting to take her upstairs and away from here.

“Oh, and Sam?”

“Yeah?”

“There’s another safe room in my office; use it if you have to.”

Sam nods at her one last time with a reassuring smile before the mother-daughter duo leave the lab, leaving only Lena, Alex and Kara.

Alex finds a box of gloves nearby, washes her hands and snaps a pair on before helping Lena clear up the mess left all over the place.

“You don’t have to.”

Alex shrugs, not stopping for even a second. “I know, I want to. You protected us today and this is what I can do to thank you. I don’t know what that woman wants with my sister, but I know you’re not going to let her do anything either, not to Kara.”

Lena’s lips quirk up. “That’s true. I won’t let anyone hurt Kara. However, I do have to figure out who that woman is. She had a hold on me that I’ve never felt before, and I need to know exactly how and why she was able to do it.”

“That sounds smart.”

“It means I won’t be able to work on my artificial blood project though. I can’t do both, but I need to.” Lena sighs. “If I don’t work on the blood, the supply will run low again.  I can’t risk becoming as starving as I was when I met Kara. If I work on that and put the research into this woman on the backburner then I’m opening us up to an attack. What do I do?”

“You’re a billionaire, right?”

Lena frowns, pausing to look over at Alex in confusion. “Yes, why?”

“Just pay someone to do it.” She shrugs. “You have a load of scientists in this building during the day. Just get a few to work on the blood.”

“But I can’t let anyone know I’m a vampire. That’s the problem.” Lena shakes her head.

“Do you really think only vampires need blood?” Alex laughs, amused. “The hospital is always in need of donations. Believe me, I would know.”

Lena’s eyes grow wide. “Oh, shit. I forgot you’re a doctor. How are you having so much time off?”

“They’ve been trying to get me to take my vacation time for years. So has Kara for that matter.”

“Sounds like something Kara would do,” Lena admits.

“Yeah, but as much as I like resting. I love the feeling of helping people and saving lives. Sometimes, I like to work with patients, and sometimes I do lab testing. I love it.”

Just like that, a metaphorical lightbulb shines brightly over Lena’s head. “Lab work, you say?”

“Lab testing. It’s different.”

“But you’re familiar with bloodwork?”

“No. Nope. Not going to happen. No.” Alex shakes her head. “I like my work at the hospital.”

“And you can still do that, I will just have you come here and also be part of the team working on this.”

Alex sighs. “How big would the team be?”

“Two?”

Alex’s eyebrows raise so high they almost merge with her hairline. “Are you nuts? Only two people?”

“Me and you.”

“Definitely not. The hospital needs the extra help with the testing, so I won’t stop doing that.”

“I’ll start up an initiative to train and send some more people their way then. That means you’ll have time to come over and help.”

Alex shakes her head at Lena. “Why do you want me so bad?”

Lena ducks her head, shuffling her feet against some broken glass. “Surprisingly, I trust you and know I can speak openly around you. I don’t have that a lot of the time and I’ve never had the opportunity to work with anyone in the lab on something so personal. I’d like to know how it feels to work with a friend.”

“We’re friends?”

Lena clears her throat. “Not to make it weird or anything. I just…you’re my girlfriend’s sister, but I also kind of like you. You’re not bad for a human.”

Alex smirks at her, her hip propped against the nearest surface. “You’re not too bad for a vampire, I suppose. You should definitely roll out that initiative for the hospital.”

“You’ll do it?” Lena’s head snaps up. “Really?”

“I’ll think about it, but helping the hospital is a great way to inspire me to agree.”

Lena grins. “I look forward to working with you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Hurry up and clean, then we can get some of these experiments going again and you can rewrite those notes.”

Lena lifts a few of the ripped sheets of paper and tries to jigsaw them together. “Do you think that if we get some tape—”

“Rewrite them.” Alex cuts her off. “You’re going to be a pain to work with. I can see it now.”

Lena smiles up at her smugly. “Yep, but you can’t back out now.”

“Of course I can.” Alex disagrees.

“Nope, because I’m going to tell Kara you said yes, and you can’t say no to Kara. That would be like kicking a puppy.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” Alex glares at her.

“Probably not, but it’s a good threat.”

Alex’s shoulders slump. She hates that she actually kind of likes Lena now. She still gets the odd spark of rage when she thinks about Lena back when she first met Kara and the harm she caused her, but seeing the pair so lovey-dovey and the way Kara grins when Lena’s around has done wonders for making her come around to the vampire woman.

“I hate you.”

“I know.”

They silently keep cleaning, Lena getting tired part way through and using her speed to run through the rest of the lab quickly.

Alex shakes her head at her, but it doesn’t last as her eyes focus on her sleeping sister. “Promise me you’ll focus on that woman. I’ll handle the blood; you just keep her safe.”

“I’ll do my best. I promise.”

“Thank you. That’s all I needed to hear.”

“Just for the record though, I’m not leaving the blood just to you. I trust you, but not enough for you to do it alone.” Lena bumps her shoulder into Alex’s, almost sending the redhead flying.

“Asshole.”

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Mosaic

Nahi left the other women and headed back to the contractor’s office, the light was on so she knocked softly. “It’s open,” a masculine voice called and when she opened the door he looked up from the paperwork he was doing. “It was the mosaic idea, wasn’t it?”

Full lips twitched and then a smile drew them up, “Was I so easy to puzzle out?” She chuckled and moved in to take the seat she had vacated a little while before, the broken pieces of the tiles laid out where they had been left. 

“I saw the art you have waiting to hang in your home and when you were asking for plain, clean lines it didn’t fit the woman who would buy that art. It wasn’t all that much of a gamble,” he smirked at her, the wrinkles at the sides of his eyes becoming more pronounced. 

Since the older man had helped her with the little ‘Victim’ problem she had a soft spot for him, but until he suggested this little tile art project nothing had really convinced her. She thought that getting something basic would allow her to personalize the space so it all had been down to budget and time range right up until she came to see his final presentation and sprung the idea of the entire back wall of her shower being a mosaic made from tiles that were left over from other projects.

Taking her back into a warehouse with building materials, he showed her the leftover unopened boxes of tiles and a bucket of broken pieces, “They are already paid for, so I won’t charge you a second time for the materials.” That sounded too good to be true, so she waited for the other shoe to drop, “What will cost you is the design, that will take time to put together and a lot more work than a standard tile job.” They talked about his idea, arranging some of the broken tiles on top of another box, him showing her how they could be used to form new patterns. 

Almost the moment she stepped from his office she ran into Tinn, Pyra and Kara the three,of them talking about art that they all loved and how special those individual pieces that someone would make for you were. Granted, the contractor was going to be paid well to do a job for her, but the romantic notion that the art pieces she bought right before the fall of Dalaran had inspired him in some way helped to convince her. “I am happy to sign the contract tonight, but I need to add a heated towel rack, my friend says they are a must…”

(Minor tags for @kharrisdawndancer @pyraelia and @karaamberlight )

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In Plain Sight - Chapter One

here it is folks! the start of the journey. i have had so much fun drafting this chapter, and hope you enjoy reading it!

Word count: 3958

CW: Adult language

Myth knew the route, he understood it. 

This well practiced tread was practically second nature to him. Gently palming the wall to feel for the familiar symbols long ago scratched into the soft wood within the walls, the borrower shuffled forward assuredly. 

The cramped, pressing space between walls he so often navigated provided a keen sense of belonging. He could probably find his way through most routes with his eyes closed. Hell, without the soft glow of a lit match or belt lamp he might as well be blindfolded. He could barely see an inch in front of him. And yet, each footfall was placed with complete certainty. 

The dark did not disquiet him, nor was it ever a challenge. Darkness was safe, shielding.The inability to make out anything in front of you was a blessing. It meant that you were also hidden from sight. Visibility meant guaranteed danger, staying out of sight meant safety. It was a simple principle. 

Myth raced through the corridors carved throughout the walls, relying only on the long ingrained paths etched into his memory to guide him forward. However, instead of the nearly blasé confidence that he usually assumed on runs, Myth navigated the tight corridors of the walls with an air of quiet desperation. 

The stockade had been raided last week. It was still unclear what caused it, provisions and supplies being there one moment and gone within the next routine inventory hours later. The wards had been diligently dealing with rats for ages now, but it was extremely unusual for any to get that far within the borrower’s well-guarded territory. There had been no sightings of any intruding borrowers or suggestion of foul play. And yet, the once cramped shelves of their stockade were now nearly empty. 

No matter the reason, the sudden, sharp decrease in supply and encroaching panic of the community over rationing what was left meant that expeditions beyond the walls were assigned with a concerning frequency. Some younger borrowers had assumed this was their chance to prove themselves and were clambering to volunteer themselves, but Myth was quick to shut that idea down. The hefty responsibility to train new runners fell to him as the main, and he had neither the time nor patience to do so now. 

With his sister unable to assist on any runs, the brunt of the recent work was delegated to him. He felt like he hardly had a chance to breathe between runs before Dasha was assigning him another. Sure, there were others that would occasionally accompany him, but Myth by far had the most experience. Myth was always happier to work alone anyway. No chance to get slowed down that way. No unnecessary risks. 

This was his fifth run of the week, and as he dashed through the empty spaces in the walls, he could feel the fatigue begin to set in as a dull ache within his muscles. His legs protested against the long distances he traveled, his arms stung with every inch scaled upwards. He shoved down the increasing tiredness that ebbed through him, and kept moving. He could sleep when the community was secure. 

He had felt Kara’s knifepoint jealousy as he was assigned yet another run this morning, and he had to bite back a comment about loving to switch places with her. Sitting safely within the walls while recovering from a minor injury sounded far preferable to these relentless assignments. 

There was a small, inextricable twinge of tired envy within him towards all of the safe, manageable roles delegated to the others as he threw himself outside of the walls again and again. Not that he would ever admit that to anyone. 

Despite the constant string of complaints he has let ramble in his thoughts, he understood the severity of the situation, and knew he had a role in fixing it. 

As his hand brushed a carved crescent shaped divot in the wood, he stilled. This was it. Myth knocked against the wall twice for good luck, a small practice he had started on his first few runs that had long since become habit. Taking a long and weary breath in, Myth pulled down his bottle-cap mask and stepped beyond the cherished security of the walls. 

Myth utterly hated being in the open. Open meant visible, exposed, and there was always limited directionality for quick-needed escapes. The weaving route he used opened from a crack in the aging tile work into a vast kitchen area. Although it did not provide nearly enough cover as some of the other route entrances closer to the floors, it was optimal for gathering quickly, since it was positioned right next to containers of both non-perishable and fresh food. Supply runs would rarely ever pass through the kitchen, but provisions would rarely be found through the safer, less open route entrances. 

They were meticulous in scheduling runs, and midday seemed to be consistent in human vacancy. Night may provide more cover of darkness, but it was nearly guaranteed the humans would be roaming for hours, morning the same. What in the wall's name they were doing in that time was beyond Myth, but he spent very little time caring about the erratic behavior of humans- just staying out of their line of sight. 

Myth cautiously stepped onto the smooth surface of the marble countertop, after ensuring the room was empty. Glancing around his surroundings, he huffed with agitation as he scoped the area and immediately noted that the humans hadn’t yet replenished their own supplies, meaning he was left to scrounge in their diminished scraps. Again. Myth ran a tired hand through his hair as he weighed his limited options.

What this really meant was that this run was a whole bunch of expended energy and time with very little return. Myth knew that any borrower worth their salt would never return empty handed from a run, no matter how barren the surroundings may be. That would signal your inadequacy, and highly disrespect Dasha’s authority. And so, Myth trudged forward. 

Upon the vast counter was a nearly empty fruit bowl that towered over him, and a plastic container holding the crumbled remains of some unidentified dessert. Chewing on his lip, Myth glanced back and forth between them, as if his contemplation would magically spawn more provisions to bring back. An unfortunately unsuccessful strategy. Myth stepped towards the tall bowl, craning his neck up to the lip as he unhooked his makeshift grapple off his belt. Giving it a few swings to pick up momentum, he confidently arced the hook towards the lip. 

Catching his hook on the glass bowl, Myth gave a careful tug to ensure the twine affixed to the thin metal could be pulled taught. The hook held, although the slight creak of the rope while being pulled concerned him slightly. He would probably have to replace it when he got back. 

Ensuring it was secure, he began to ascend, wincing at the dull pain that bloomed through his upper body as he tugged his weight upwards. He pushed himself up to sit on the lip of the bowl, resulting in a sharper stab of fatigue buried in his arms. Removing the twisted metal hook, Myth reverses the grip, before belaying down to the flat bottom of the bowl and surveying his options.

There were a few discarded grapes, the skins of which had turned slightly brown and started to sag with overripeness, along with their now empty stems. Myth rolled his eyes and approached. He crouched down on his haunches and observed a few grapes that were still perfectly usable.  

Humans always seemed to disregard any amount of food that was past its absolute prime quality. The rejection of slightly worsened food was an unbelievable privilege to Myth. One that he had never been extended. Through his many assignments, he had learned that there was very little past the walls unworthy of using. They would need to ration these out within the next day or two, but that was still substantial. He scooped the fruit into his pack.

Once he had made his way back over the wall of the bowl and dropped down onto the counter with a huff, Myth approached the plastic container. It wasn’t much, a few crumbs and larger chunks of some kind of cake. Not very nutritious,but he had never been in the position to be picky. 

He wedged one tip of his hook between the layers of plastic so he had room to force them apart with a resonant pop. Myth winced at the sound, knowing full well he was alone but unable to shake the feeling he was about to be found hunched over and shoveling pieces of dessert into his pack. He moved faster, beginning to have that uncanny, unshakable feeling of being watched creep into him. 

Once Myth had filled his pack with as much as he feasibly could, he slammed the layers of plastic together, having to push down hard to click them back together. He quickly turned on his heel and hurried back to the insignificant split in the even tile lining the countertop. 

Pressing his bag through the opening with a push, Myth shoved himself in as well, leaning his back against the rigid wall next to the crack in order to catch his breath. As soon as he was past the barrier separating the gigantic scale of human spaces and tucked back into the security of the walls, his mind eased considerably. 

The borrower shouldered his now full pack, and turned down the long path back to the community, breathing easier under the cover of sheltered darkness. 

Others have said to him, during the common practice of recounting harrowing tales under the soft glow of wick-light, that the thrill of doing runs made them worth the risk, the adrenaline of close calls the best part of being assigned runs. Myth had nodded along in placid agreement, although he could not agree less. 

The thing Myth really loved about doing runs was the blissful solitude that traversing the routes provided. Simply, the silence of being in between the borrowing world and the human one. 

Borrowing life was as hectic as it was interconnected. Everyone was pressed so close, you didn’t have the space to breathe. In the heart of the walls, there was hardly any moment to reflect or exist in solitude. Here, slipping between the winding corridors, Myth was allowed to savor the isolation, if only for a short time. 

It was in these prized moments that Myth allowed his mind to wander past routine, past assignments and roles and into the abstract. He bounded between worries and excitements, potentials and anticipations. It passed the time deliciously. Gave him a needed distraction as he traversed the darkness.

But as he approached the central chamber of the walls, Myth could hear the stark silence of the route slowly be ebbed away with the present, bustling sounds of the community, the darkness slowly fading as he approached. His time with the personal came to a close, making way for the needs of his community. Myth entered the central chamber, exiting the cramped route entrance into the spacious room dotted with other entrances to routes, as well as corridors snaking further into community territory. . 

Tess, drowsily resting her head on her hand, snapped up immediately when she spotted Myth approaching, and waved him over as he walked in. He understood her excitement. Inventory was a slow and monotonous assignment. 

Casting a glance at the large wrist watch face affixed to the far wall, he noted that he returned several minutes later than he expected. He felt a pang of irritation at himself for getting increasingly slower. His legs ached in angry retort. He needed to lie down. 

He met the younger borrower in the center of the chamber and unloaded his meager spoils from the run onto the makeshift surface she stood behind. Tess made an obvious face.

“That… isn’t a lot.” Tess stated obviously, casting a dubious glance downward. 

“That is what was there.” Myth responded. As if he could control when the humans decided they were tired of their lack of provisions. That would certainly make his life easier.  

Tess sighed, and pulled a large scrap of paper from the pile beside her, marking the date and quality of the different food items with a pencil stub, leaving a patch of lead residue on her hand. “I’ll alert Dasha and sort this into inventory. In the meantime, would you please go lie down. You look like you’re about to collapse.” 

Myth laughed dryly, “Feel like it too. Thanks for telling me it’s obvious.” A slightly awkward beat passed between the borrowers. 

Tess shifted her weight from foot to foot, seeming to consider something weighty before asking, “Are you okay Myth? I mean… with all these assignments…” Her tone was light, quiet, as if asking his opinion was in violation of some kind of rule. 

Myth shrugged his empty pack onto his shoulder, and simply stated “Why wouldn’t I be?”, as he promptly turned on his heel, striding away from Tess and her deepinging expression of pity. 

Making his way towards the opposite wall, Myth entered the corridor to the community quarters, following the long path down to his and Kara’s space. He could hear conversation loud and quiet past the curtained barriers, but was uninterested in participating in any conversation, save for the one between him and sleep. 

Stepping through the curtain of scrap fabric of his quarter, Myth shrugged off his now much lighter pack and tossed his mask to the side of the room, nodding to his sister sitting at the far table. He stretched out as much as his muscles let him, enjoying the aching feeling for a few moments. He figured he should probably greet her before shuffling to his own space. 

Myth joined Kara at their makeshift table, slouching down on the cork across from her as she whittled away at her prized spear. Too tired to greet her, he slumped forward, resting his head on his arms and letting out a much needed groan. 

“So, did the savior of the community gather a fruitful bounty today?” Kara asked, eyes trained on the edge of the glass she was using to sharpen the stone. The question was tinged with bitterness. Kara wasn’t one for hiding what she meant in any situation.

Myth let out a beleaguered sigh and responded without looking up. “Not enough, but there wasn’t enough to get. Bastards hadn’t replenished yet.” Slumped over like this, he could feel how much his back hurt. 

“Sounds like you went all the way out there for nothing. Maybe they should have sent someone else. Would have made the run less lonely anyway.” The edge to her tone was clear. This wasn’t the first time they’ve had this conversation, and Myth knew it wouldn’t be the last. He was getting pretty tired of having it though. 

“I was perfectly fine on my own thanks.” Myth responded pointedly. 

“I would have gotten back here faster. Have you noticed what time it is?” 

Myth scrunched his eyes, annoyed that she knew he would have taken consideration of his increasing slowness. The comment stung slightly. 

Myth raised his head and regarded his sister tiredly. “Kara, it’s not my fault that you weren’t careful.” She sucked in a breath. 

Myth had noticed that, since she’d been recovering from her hurt ankle, Kara had been diligently attentive to her gear. It was clear to everyone she was desperate to get back out there. Myth really did regret not having her presence. She was skilled and effective on runs. Maybe even more than he was, and they both knew it. 

Kara responded with nothing but a punctuated swipe of her knife and a sour frown. He knew he wasn’t being fair, and was about to apologize before she interrupted the silence with, “What even is this, your fourth run this week?”

“Fifth.” Myth responded wearily, sitting up straighter. He really needed to get some rest.  

“Of course. Why not? You alone are going to fix this mess for us. Maybe we’ll throw you a party! Get Cade to plan it, he’d drop everything.”

Myth was about to retort how much he would prefer someone else to do his job for him, but considering how bitter Kara was about being stuck within the walls, he bit it back, and took in a slow breath.

“As much as your doubt inspires me, I’m fully capable of handling this.” Myth responded, trying to keep his voice level. 

Kara slammed the glass point down with a hard smack against the table’s surface, causing Myth to jolt in surprise. “You’re tired is what you are, and that means you’re getting sloppy. Sooner or later that means you’re going to fuck up. And then where would we be Myth?” Kara regarded him with intensity. 

Several moments of tension-singed silence stretched between them. 

Myth tried not to escalate anything when he responded, “Dasha knows what she’s doing.”

“Dasha is scared and making stupid decisions. We have plenty of other people wanting to do runs, wanting to help.” Kara retorted with exasperation, crossing her arms tightly.

“Wanting is not the same as being ready.” Myth firmly insisted, not really wanting to push things further but feeling the stubborn urge to defend himself. 

Kara scoffed in agitation, but he continued. “I am not going to be responsible for anyone getting hurt or caught. They’re untrained, and they’re agitated. That makes people sloppy.”

“They’re eager, and there’s a difference. You won’t even talk to them Myth! Maybe if you gave some of the people here half a chance you wouldn’t have to risk yourself over and over!” 

“I’m doing my job.” Now it was his turn to cross his arms in mild defiance and stare daggers across the table. 

Kara let out a wild laugh, “Of course you are! You’d probably throw yourself in front of a human if Dasha asked-” The thought made his heart rate spike. 

“That is not fucking fair Kara.” Myth’s voice finally raised sharply. He pushed back against the table and scrambled to his feet. He felt agitation cascade through him. Towards Kara, towards Dasha, towards himself. And he was far too tired to do anything about it. 

Kara stood in a feverish instant, leaning all her weight on her good ankle and slamming her hands down on the table. “Since when have you given a shit about fair? Nothing about this has been fair!”, waving one arm out wildly. 

Myth was about to shout back that she was acting like a child, but turned his head backwards when he realized Kara's eyes snapped to something over his shoulder. Tess was standing in the doorway, pushing back the curtain extremely rigidly, eyes equally apologetic and uncomfortable. 

The energy in the room instantly chilled to an awkward coolness. Myth was extremely embarrassed that someone caught one of their regular arguments, and he felt his face get hot as he turned to Tess. Now that the fight had crashed to a stop, Myth felt like he had been zapped of any strength he was still holding on to.  

“Hey Tess.” Myth said quietly, looking downward, unwilling to regard either woman due to the growing sense of shame settling into his chest. He knew he wasn’t angry at Kara, and she wasn’t angry with him, not really. The cramped anxiety that had descended upon the community had been slowly escalating their own unpleasant feelings. The closest thing to take them out on was each other. He knew Tess wouldn’t understand this. 

“Uh… sorry- I didn’t… I mean… Myth, Dasha wants to see you, like, now. Sorry. I’m gonna-” Myth heard Tess turn and sprint away from the curtained doorway. What a day. 

“I better see what she wants.”, even though he most certainly knew what she did. Myth looked towards Kara for her response, but she had sat back down and was now trained on her blade, lips pulled in a tight, straight line. Myth turned away silently. 

Presence with Dasha rarely resulted without a delegated assignment, but Myth internally begged to not be handed another run. He knew that his last one was disappointing, but he was so tired. 

Myth found her in the provision inventory, a carved out hallway stuffed with ledges and makeshift shelves. Dasha was inspecting one of the grapes he had brought in, holding it up with one hand. Her face was still turned away from him, inscrutable. 

He felt a stab of embarrassment at how little he brought back, and desperately wanted to explain himself.

 “Dasha, I-”. She held up a hand, and he immediately halted. 

“Myth, I know this last week has been difficult. Trust me, know one has felt it harder than I have. But you understand that this amount from a run is unacceptable in our present circumstances.” 

His cheeks burned hot. “I’m sorry. This really was the best I could do, the humans hadn’t replenished yet.” 

Dasha wearily raked a hand through the length of her hair, and let in a sharp inhale. 

“I figured. I’m sorry, that wasn’t fair of me.” Dasha put the fruit down and regarded him sympathetically. “You have been doing so much great work for the community, and I know it has not been easy.” Myth could feel she was priming him for something he didn’t want to hear. 

“But I am growing worried that I have been over-relying on your skills. And your sister has been… insistent that I consider alternative runners in her absence,” she took in a breath, “so I am assigning you to train an eligible member to assist you on runs-” His stomach dropped, hard.

“No!” The objection was out before he could stop himself, he quickly tried to recover, “Dasha please, I can do this alone, really.” 

Dasha didn’t seem offended by the outburst, her expression almost pitiful. It made him want to scream. Why did nobody trust that he could handle this? 

“I’m sure you can, but my mind has been made up. If you got injured after all these runs-” she closed her eyes, “I would never forgive myself.”

“Dasha please-” He knew he sounded pathetic, but he didn’t care. 

Dasha firmly interrupted, “You get to choose who it will be, and it's just until Kara recovers and they are trained. I have full faith in you.” She smiled at him warmly, but he could see it was useless to argue. 

He briefly thought back to the comment Kara had made during their argument. He knew she was right. 

“You’re dismissed, get some rest. Tomorrow, please report who you have chosen and we can work out a plan,” she stepped towards him and placed a gentle hand on his cheek before saying, “Thank you Myth.” 

Dasha stepped away and out of the stockade, leaving Myth with a growing thorn of apprehension in his gut. He stood there rigidly for a few moments, before turning and making his way back to his quarters- wishing for his day to just be over already.

Upon returning to his quarters, guilt sat in his stomach like a sharp stone. As he passed by the curtain separating him from Kara’s space, he paused, placing a hand on the wood next to the doorway and leaning his forehead against it..

“I’m sorry.” He spoke to the curtain mutedly.

“I know.” Kara responded from within, equally hushed. And that was it. 

Myth turned to finally, finally crash headlong into the escape of sleep, and as he shuffled toward his own sleeping area, he heard Kara mutter something quietly, although he couldn’t quite make it out. 

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[levandright]

hi! I'm kara!

your persona : describe yourself, your personality (socially awkward, refuses to correct the waiter, autistic, academically smart) your zodiac sign (leo), your ideal type (loyal, caring, defend in public/discuss in private type person), your favourite trope (friends to lovers) your favourite season (autumn) and your hobbies (crochet, bracelet making. (and any info you think is important to mention!)

your fandom : enhypen/nct dream (which ever fits best!)

— THE PAYCHECK :

in return i will match you up with a member from the group, with headcanons and any of the listed 'gifts' below:

- moodboard

FINDING YOUR MATCH...

MATCHES FOUND! your first match is... HUANG RENJUN

RENJUN is your biggest cheerleader, helping you grow more confident socially. he dreams of seeing you shine in your own unique way without fear of other's judgement.

RENJUN loves to tease you, calling you "genius" whenever you show off your academic smarts but he always adds a playful compliment about your cuteness.

RENJUN loves watching you crochet. he'd probably ask if you could crochet something for him once and wpuld keep your croched gift with him at all times. if you ask him to make bracelets with you he'll say yes in a heartbeat. would try to make it using a mix of both of your favorite colors.

RENJUN is incredibly attentive to your moods. If you're overstimulated or need to recharge, he’s quick to dim the lights, bring you tea, or simply sit quietly beside you until you feel better <3

your second match is... PARK SUNGHOON

SUNGHOON cherishes your quiet moments together. whether it’s watching figure skating videos, reading, or simply being in the same room, he finds peace in your presence without feeling the need to fill the silence.

SUNGHOON subtly helps you grow more confident in social settings. if you hesitate to correct a waiter or express your thoughts, he reassures you with a soft smile and might even step in to model the interaction. over time, he celebrates every small step you take in becoming more confident.

SUNGHOON loves listening to you explain complex ideas or share random trivia. in return, he enjoys teaching you about skating or indulging your questions about his life as an idol. your conversations become a blend of knowledge-sharing, and mutual admiration.

SUNGHOON is fiercely protective of you, especially in situations where you might feel overstimulated or misunderstood. however, he knows when to step back and let you handle things on your own, he's always standing by as a silent but solid pillar of support.

✮ your custom moodboards ✮

✮ lev notes : hehe hope you like your matches kara~ ✮ curious about other matches?

[goldenempyrean]

A Luthor's Vulnerability

〚 Notes - Hello, hello! So @ekowolf (I hope you don't mind the tag) requested to do a pt2 to this fic with some Kara and Alex looking after Lena which I thought was a super cute idea so I hope this suffices :D 〛

〚 Pairing - Supercorp 〛

〚 Summary - It's the day after the conference and Lena isn't feeling any better so Kara takes it upon herself (with some extra help) to look after her. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 1500 〛

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〘 Part 1 〙

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When Lena woke up the next day she was in bed, not where she had previously fallen asleep on the sofa the previous night and judging by the sleeping blonde nuzzled into her side she deduced that Kara had carried her here. 

She tried to sit up but stopped at the overwhelming woozy feeling nestling in her head, even just moving sent the room orbiting around her. Lena let out a soft groan, feeling the throbbing ache in her head intensify. She winced, trying to remember what had happened the night before, but everything was a blurry haze. All she remembered if that the press confer- 

Oh god. The conference?! Ignoring the jolt of aches it sent through her, Lena quickly sat upright and reached over to the nightstand and grabbed her phone from the charger (again, she had Kara to thank for that) before frantically googling her name followed by CatCo.  

To her surprise the majority of articles and news reports which appeared weren’t slandering her name, mocking her or even criticising her judgement. Instead they were sympathetic, highlighting her dedication to work despite clearly being unwell. 

As Lena scrolled through the articles, she couldn't help but let out a small sneeze. It was followed by another, and then a third, each one making her feel more miserable. She felt Kara stir beside her, and with a soft groan, the blonde slowly opened her eyes. 

“Lena? You okay?” She mumbled, rubbing her eyes as she sat up beside the ravenette. 

She nodded, “Kara, it’s fine now. I’m fine now.” Her attempt at dismissing her concerns may have been a little more convincing if she hadn’t trailed off into a couple of raspy coughs which had ultimately upset her sinuses and sent her sneezing loudly down into elbow. 

"Bless you, you're such a fibber Lena, you can’t fool me.” Kara sighed as she raised her hand to Lena's forehead to check her temperature. “Still really warm and coming from me that’s not a good thing, we should get you some medicine.” 

Lena hesitated, her stubbornness wrestling with her weariness. "You don’t need to. I'm used to taking care of myself, Kara. I've never had anyone look after me when I was sick," she admitted, her voice tinged with vulnerability. 

Lillian certainly wasn’t a good mother. Sure, when her darling, prized Lex was ill, she’d be sure to swarm him with affection and love, but for Lena? Hell no. She’d be given a box of tissues and be told to deal with it silently. There was no room for weakness in the Luthor household. As such, she’d leant to fend for herself, but just because she could do it, didn’t mean she was good at it. It was only a few years ago that she’d neglected herself to the point of developing pneumonia and even still, she’d worked through it. 

Kara's concern softened her gaze as she gently cupped Lena's flushed cheek. "You don't have to go through this alone anymore, sweetheart. I want to take care of you, so please, let me?" Kara's warmth and sincerity melted the walls Lena had built around herself and the Luthor rested her head against her shoulder. 

As Lena leaned into Kara's comforting embrace, she felt a sense of relief wash over her, finally allowing herself to be vulnerable with someone who genuinely cared for her well-being. It was so different from what she had been previously been through but it felt amazing. Kara smiled softly, brushing a few strands of hair away from Lena's forehead. 

"Okay, maybe I don’t feel the best.” Lena gave in, muffling a cough into her elbow sharply. 

Kara's tender touch extended to Lena's back as she guided her to lie down comfortably, making sure her frame was supported with a pillow, "I know you don’t love so just rest for a moment, and I'll get you some medicine and warm tea," Kara said with a reassuring smile before leaving her with a soft kiss as she left the room briefly. 

As Lena lay there, she couldn't help but feel touched by Kara's caring nature. It was such a contrast to the cold and distant environment she had grown up in. Her thoughts were rudely interrupted by a sudden tickle in her nose, and before she could react, a loud sneeze escaped her, followed by another one. 

"Bless you," Kara said as she returned with a cup of hot tea, medicine and a box of tissues. "Looks like you're in need of these." 

Lena chuckled softly, feeling a little embarrassed. "Thanks Kara, you’re so good to me.” 

Despite taking the medicine as the day progressed, Lena's fever continued to rise, leaving her feeling weaker and more miserable. She was shivering one moment and sweating the next, her body seemingly unable to regulate its temperature. Kara could see the distress in Lena's eyes, and her heart ached at just how helpless she was in the situation. 

So, she gave in and did the only thing left, Kara waited until her exhausted girlfriend had fallen back asleep before picking up her phone and dialling Alex’s number. 

“Hey Kara.” The warm, familial voice already made her feel reassured. 

“Alex, Lena’s fever still won’t go down and it’s been hours, and I read on Web MD that that’s really bad and I don’t want her brain to melt or I-“ Kara spilled out into a hopeless ramble before being cut off by a small laugh on the other side of the phone, “Alex- Alex, why are you laughing at me? This is serious.” 

“Kara, honey. Lena’s gonna be fine. She probably just has the Flu or something. First of all, don’t ever look on the internet for advice, it’d tell you that you ‘likely need brain surgery’ for a simple headache.” Alex explained, easing her sister’s worries, “But if her fever won’t break then she probably needs a stronger medicine, do you want me to come round and drop one off?” 

The blonde felt her nerves relax a little, “That’d be amazing, thank you.” 

About an hour or so later, Alex arrived at the apartment holding two small white carrier bags. Kara opened the door for her and welcomed her in with a hug with was warmly returned before the pair put the bags on the table. 

“There’s some medicine in here and some of those gel patches things which go on your forehead, that should help a little.” She explained before handing the other bag to Kara, “I bought some soup as well from the place you both like, it just needs reheating. There's potstickers in there for you too because I’m guessing you haven’t eaten today.” 

Kara’s eyes lit up at the mention potstickers, “Oh my god, Alex you’re amazing.” She excitedly blurted before going over to the microwave to reheat the soup, she could’ve used her heat vision but the last thing she wanted to do was make it to hot and burn her poor girlfriend. 

As Kara waited for the soup, Alex went to go check up on Lena in the other room. 

“Hey you,” Alex kept her voice soft, being mindful of the headache she probably had as she came to sit on the edge of the bed where she was laid, “Kara said you’re not feeling well, how are you feeling?” 

“Shitty.” 

Alex laughed at her stark response, “Yeah I can see that, I brought some stuff round for you, Kara’s just reheating the soup.”  

Lena managed a weak smile at Alex's presence. "Thanks Alex, I feel terrible, but Kara's taking good care of me, but she did ask me earlier if I felt ‘like your brain is going to drip out’ so I think this is a new leap for her.” 

Alex shook her head as she tried to hide her smile, “Yeah that sounds like her. But as far I can see your brains haven’t leaked out all over the pillows, so I think you’ll be okay.” She said, ignoring Lena’s protests when she began cleaning up the mess of crumpled tissues and cough-drop wrappers littering the bed, “We just need to get your fever settled.”  

As if on cue, Kara came in with a small tray, Lena’s soup and the medicine sat neatly on it. “Alex brought some supplies.” She said, shooting her sister an appreciative look, “Can you sit up for me darling?” Kara asked as she came to sit beside Lena, settling the tray on her knees. 

Lena mustered a small smile, touched by Kara's caring nature. She took a spoonful of soup and slowly sipped it, feeling the warmth spread through her body. "This is so good.” She murmured softly before sipping another spoonful, “Thanks you two, really, I’ve never been treated like this before.” 

Alex gave her a reassuring smile. "Well, get used to it, because Kara and I are here for you now. We're family, and family takes care of each other." 

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