#The Commander (Supergirl)

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Perhaps the secret wasn't so secret now. Lena felt certain Alex suspected, especially since she had a bracelet now that she did her best to hide in her sleeves. One Kara had made specifically for her.

But the secret happened before the phantom zone horror. The moment her brother took the love of her life from her, and the resulting months of anguish. Driving herself to near collapse to find a way to rescue her wife.

That's what Kara and her were now, wasn't it? It all started with an offhand comment she'd made to Kara as they struggled to unravel her brother's machinations. They'd been in the tower together, alone, late at night. Lena had been so tired that night, her glass of scotch empty, and she found herself just staring at Kara.

Staring in amazement that they were back together. That they were repairing what was broken. That she had a second chance to shower Kara with the love she still had for the most beautiful woman Lena had ever met.

Kara had tilted her head, her hands on her belt. "What is it? Something on my face?"

Later, Lena would blame her exhaustion making her loopy or maybe the scotch loosening her tongue.

"Beautiful. You're beautiful." She reached out to trail her fingers down the sleeve of Kara's supersuit. "If you asked me to marry you, I'd do it in a heartbeat."

At first she didn't register that she'd said the words out loud, until Kara stiffened, her mouth parted, and she stared at Lena.

Oh no. Why had she said that? The words had bounded out of her mouth, her pinning made manifest. She had blushed and turned to studiously examine the wood of the desk. She traced her fingers along the grain.

Kara said nothing for several minutes. Her gaze swept over Lena, and Lena grew more and more self conscious.

Crap. That was too much, wasn't it? Rebuilding their friendship was still so new, and after all she'd done? How could Kara ever want her like that?

"I'm sorry," Lena mumbled, "I - it's fine if you aren't like that. I don't know why I said that."

Kara stepped forward then and laid a hand over Lena's restless fingers. "Don't apologize." Her other hand gently tilted Lena's chin. Her starlit, blue eyes gazed into Lena's with an intensity that suffused Lena with warmth from her head to her toes. "Do you mean it? If I asked, would you really say yes?"

"Yes," Lena said weakly. She was never very good at saying no to Kara, and for this? To give of herself to Kara? To be her partner for the rest of their lives? It was a dream she'd fantasized about for almost their entire friendship. And yet. "But am I good for you?" Her words are soft, hesitant. "I hurt you."

Kara breathed out a gush of cold air. A stark contrast to the heat that radiated off her body. "I hurt you too, Lena. I wonder the same. Am I good enough for you?"

What was Kara saying? Lena froze, her eyes darting back and forth from Kara's lips to her eyes. Good enough for her?

"Kara, you are more than good. You - you're all I've ever wanted." She blushed scarlet, shocked that she'd let that slip out. What had gotten into her? This near-confession of love could destroy their friendship, and yet she just blurted it out?

For a moment, she felt a flush of fear, but then Kara's fingers stroked her cheek again. She froze, her eyes wide, and her desire pooling her belly.

"Come with me to the Fortress," Kara said, suddenly. The topic change felt almost like whiplash. "I want to show you something."

Lena nodded. She wanted to ask why. How this related to her silly words earlier, but the words wouldn't form, not with how intently Kara looked at her, how her fingers still tenderly stroked Lena's cheek, and her other curled around Lena's hand.

She'd follow Kara anywhere.

"It'll be our secret for now," Kara said, softly, and her fingers gently caressed down Lena's jaw.

Lena trembled, and she licked her lips, her own gaze stuck on Kara's red lips, the moisture there, the way they parted slightly. "Yes," she murmured, her mind caught on the electric charge of Kara's fingers on her jaw.

Kara leaned closer and her nose brushed Lena's, but still she didn't kiss.

Just kiss me. Please, kiss me, she thought desperately.

Instead, Kara's lips touched the side of her mouth, not quite a kiss, but a brush of one that had Lena melting. "You'll need a coat," Kara whispered in Lena's ear.

"M'kay." Words definitely failed her.

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Even in her coat, the cold of the Fortress still leeched into her. She shivered violently, and Kara curled her warm arm around her shoulders.

"I've been working on this for awhile," Kara admitted. "It was my way to cope. I missed you so much."

"I missed you too," Lena whispers, her breath forming fog in front of her face. She leans into Kara's side, her endless warmth. Her Kryptonian heater. This gorgeous and kind-hearted goddess, who had held Lena's heart for years now, even if Lena had been too afraid to admit it until now.

Kara led them down a long corridor to a part of the Fortress that Lena had never been, what the one time she'd been there. The moment of their break-up, when Kara had confronted her, and she'd laid all her pain and heartbreak out for Kara.

They'd talked of that day several times since Lena switched sides to help take down her brother and Leviathan. They'd dissected it, cried over it, and slowly began to forgive each other.

Now she was back with Kara but in a different way. This time she wanted to be at Kara's side. To never hurt her like that again. To do all she could to protect Kara. No matter how invulnerable she seemed, Lena knew her weaknesses all too well, and she'd already updated Kara's suit with Brainy's assistance.

The path curved and ended in a wooden door. That seemed oddly out of place in a palace of ice and crystals. Kara pushed it open, and they stepped into a large room made mostly of stone and wood. The windows on the other side overlooked the cliff on which the fortress stood.

A fireplace sat across the way, the walls lined with bookshelves, and a sofa sat in the middle of the room beside a table that looked like it'd been carved by hand. In the corner was an easel and a stool by a table full of paints.

Lena stepped inside, amazed. She spun slowly to take in the art that hung on the wall. Many were paintings she'd seen in Kara's loft, and all of them held her in them. She walked closer, stunned by the details Kara had put into her paintings of Lena. It made Lena look so gentle, caring, beautiful. She walked slowly around the room, stunned.

Each painting captured a different emotion: Lena laughing, Lena crying, Lena in a rage, Lena smiling, Lena staring with a longing look.

"Kara-" Lena stopped at the easel, which had an unfinished painting. This one was Lena and Kara shaking hands. "I - I don't understand." She looked at her, wide-eyed. "Why?"

"Because you're Lena. My Lena." Kara said, quietly. She walked over and grasped Lena's hand. "I made this to recover, and found I couldn't stop painting you. I never wanted to forget you, and I was hopeful that we'd somehow work through this. That you'd come back to me. Then you did. And here we are. In my sanctuary that no other person has seen."

Lena stared at Kara, speechless. She was the first person Kara showed her painting sanctuary to?

Kara tugged on her hand and led her over to the fireplace. Atop it was a metal box. Kara picked it up and traced her fingers over the etchings in the sides; it looked like a miniature treasure box.

"Lena Keiran Luthor," Kara said, solemnly. She turned to face Lena fully and dropped to one knee. "Will you marry me?" She opened the box, and inside were two intricately carved metal bracelets with Kara's family sigil.

Lena pressed a hand against her chest in shock. She'd said the comment off-hand, not really thinking it through, and here was Kara following through. "Kara, I - do you mean it? Are you sure?"

"Lena, I've never been more sure of anything in my life. I've loved you our entire friendship. I just didn't understand what type of love till I lost you. I want to be with you, to work through life with you, to figure out our problems together." Kara's smile was tentative, her eyes locked on Lena's.

Lena dropped to her knees and grasped the box. Her hand trembled as she lifted up a bracelet. The side that faced the wrist had cloth pressed against it and her name stitched into it. "Yes," Lena breathed out, "Yes, Kara. I - I love you too."

She couldn't stop herself if she tried. Leaning forward, she pressed a tentative kiss to Kara's lips. Warm but unyielding like steel.

Tears filled her eyes, but then Kara also teared up. The Kryptonian's hand trembled as she slid out the remaining bracelet and placed the box on the ground. "My people wore bracelets to signify their marriage," Kara said, softly. "I always wanted a Kryptonian wedding. Will you do that with me? Tonight?"

Lena didn't care when they did it. She hadn't ever expected to get married. Romance hadn't really worked for her, most relationships failing rather spectacularly. To the point that she wondered if she was cursed.

But for Kara? She'd do anything. "Yes," Lena said, firmly. "I'd gladly share your culture with you."

The look of joy on Kara's face brought an answering grin to Lena's face. Kara pulled her into a warm hug, her fingers trailing through Lena's hair.

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Kelex was the officiator. The robot that Lena ached to take apart and rebuild to understand how he worked.

Kara had the Fortress make flowing blue-white robes with her family's sigil on the chest. Kelex held the two bracelets in his pincers and floated next to them in Kara's painting sanctuary. Per Kara's insistence, he spoke in Kryptonian the marriage blessing.

Lena only knew bits and pieces of it, but Kara translated it after the robot finished.

She learned then about the significance of Kara's religion, her belief in Rao. Lena learned of the lyrical blessing that covered the virtues of the Kryptonian Girod, the basis of their culture. All wonderful details that painted Kara's truth across Lena's mind.

Kara looked so radiant. Lena felt herself grinning like a dork, her face muscles aching, but how could she not? She was secretly getting married to her best friend in her ridiculously ornate technological wonder that is the Fortress.

It took Lena a moment to clue back into Kelex's words after a particularly long prayer, where Lena had stared at Kara in wonder instead of listening.

"Your vow?" Kelex asked again, "Miss Luthor?"

Right. Vow. She could totally do an improvised vow. "I promise to love you, Kara, with all my heart and mind. To always be at your side. To support you. To make up for my wrongs. To work with you through our fights. To always be honest. To share my emotions and hold space for yours. I love you."

Tears stung her eyes, and she hoped that she'd remembered everything she'd ever hoped to say in her many fantasies of this impossible moment.

Kelex handed her a bracelet, and she slid it over Kara's wrist, tightening it just as Kara had showed her before this little ceremony.

Kara reached out with her other hand to gently touch the side of Lena's face. "I promise to always be at your side. To always be honest. To share my feelings and hold space for yours too. To show you how much you're loved every day for the rest of our lives. You're not alone anymore, :zhao."

Tears blurred her vision and threatened to freeze on her face. She watched as Kara took the bracelet from Kelex and carefully slid it onto Lena's wrist. She tightened it and adjusted it just so.

"There." Kara ran her finger over the bracelet then looked up and laid a hand against Lena's cheek. "My people ended these ceremonies with food and song. We didn't have honeymoons like your people. Too pragmatic. But maybe someday we can do that. A honeymoon."

"I'd like that." Lena stepped closer. "So that's it? We're together now?"

Kara nodded. "I admit I added the vows part from your culture." She smiled sheepishly. "Because I liked that. It felt fitting, especially for us, you know?"

Lena nodded and wrapped her arms tightly around Kara. She tilted her head up. "I'm glad. Can you just kiss me now?"

Kara laughed. "Kelex, activate Red Sun protocol." The lights in the room changed from yellow to red, and the hardness of Kara's body softened. Lena's eyes widened, and she realized what Kara had done. She'd stripped herself of powers.

"Kara, are -- are you sure?" Lena licked her lips, worried.

"We're safe here." Kara leaned forward and kissed Lena, not a chaste kiss, but dirty and needy. Lena gasped and melted into the softness of Kara's lips and body. How tightly Kara held her, how their bodies pressed against each other.

Was this a dream?

Kara swept her into her arms, still peppering her with kisses and walked to the sofa. They fell onto it, kissing, their hands roaming, and Lena desperately wanted to just rip their clothes off.

Kara briefly pulled back, her lips bruised and her face flushed and breaths in short gasps. "Do you - you want to, you know, do the do?" She winced. "I mean, wow, okay, that's now how I meant to say that."

Lena laughed. "And how did you mean to say that?"

"My brain had a way more poetic way. I don't know what happened on the way to my mouth." Kara blushed.

Lena twirled a lock of Kara's hair. "So you want to do the do."

Kara whined. "Lena, I'm trying to be romantic here."

"And I think it's adorable." Lena pulled her down for a kiss. "And yes, I want to do the do."

If Kara had ordered Kelex to up the warmth in the room, Lena didn't notice, not with the fiery hot kisses and even more hot sex. She had a suspicion that if she ever 'did the do' as Kara put it with Kara, she'd be ruined for anyone else.

It was rather gratifying to discover she was correct.

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They spent the night in the Fortress, eating up most of Kara's stashed snacks, which Lena promised to help her replenish. Kara flew them back to the Tower, both of them clad in their original garments.

Lena didn't mind that Kara wanted to keep it a secret for now. The idea of her being Kara's secret wife delighted her. They had something no one else likely guessed, and it gave her a bit of a one-up on Alex, who still treated her with suspicion.

Now she could smirk at Alex's antics and act a bit shameless about her love of Kara. Even if they only touched each other tenderly but in chaste ways around the others.

It gave Lena new confidence, and her part of defeating her brother, making sure Kara survived no matter what, became her sole focus. She built the Lena Luthor protocol, the one that would send a sun bomb to Kara's chest in case she needed it.

She'd programmed it into the Kryptonian computer system during one of their escapades to the Fortress for an evening to recoup. The fight against her brother and Leviathan had reached dangerous levels, and Lena fretted every moment Kara was out there fighting.

When Kara gave her myriad to stop Lex's mind-control, she'd hesitated. This was the one thing she'd never quite known how to talk to Kara about, and she felt conflicted. "Are you sure you trust me with this?"

Kara grasped her hand, slid her fingers up and lightly touched the skin by Lena's bracelet. "Lena, you are the only one I would trust with it."

The rush of emotion stole away Lena's words. They didn't have much time before Lex would be here, before he'd hopefully fall for their trap, but she wanted so badly to kiss Kara. To hold her close one last time. Instead, she whispered, "I love you," activated her portal, and left to do her part in saving the world.

That was why when the others returned to the Tower, Lena rushed to meet them, desperate to see Kara again. Her part of the plan had worked flawlessly, and she was eager to share it.

Except, something was wrong. Kara wasn't with the others.

The devastation on the others faces. Alex in shock, Nia trembling and being held by Brainy, even J'onn looking stunned.

"Please, please tell me she's alive," Lena whispered hoarsely.

"She's in the phantom zone," Alex said, dully. "He - your brother used the projector on her right after we subdued him."

"No." Lena dropped to her knees. "No, no, no!" She pressed her hands against her face. "Please tell me the - the protocol worked at least."

"That sun bomb thing?" Alex said, weakly. "Yeah, yeah, it worked. It saved her, but we failed, Lena. She's gone."

"The Phantom Zone is too fractured," Brainy said, "due to Crisis. She could be anywhere."

Lena's hands dropped to her knees. Anguish poured like lava through her veins.

Gone. Kara was gone.

She slid her fingers up her sleeve to touch the bracelet there. The memory of her and Kara in the Fortress, where Kelex officiated, swept through her mind. The radiance in Kara's face, the love in her eyes, and how tenderly she'd shown her love to Lena that night under the simulated red sunlight.

They'd made a promise to each other to always be at each other's sides.

Lena was not going to break that promise.

"No, no, she's not." She pushed to her feet. "We're going to get her back. We got to get her back. Give me the projector. I want every detail on the phantom zone that we have. And something I can use to scan for her signature. Blood, hair, anything."

When the others just stared at her, she snapped her fingers. "Go!"

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Those months had been the worst of Lena's life. Far worse than even the year spent apart from Kara. At least then she had the option to go visit.

But now she had nothing but Kara's loft. She'd taken over its upkeep and caring for its plants. Alex didn't fight her on it, like she feared. Instead, Alex accepted it as if that was the way it ought to be. Lena soon began to sleep there, mostly to smell her love, as Kara's scent was everywhere.

Lena poured over information, dug through archives, and in agony, watched Kara's crystal she'd recorded in case she died. Tears fell down her cheeks at the part where Kara's hologram said, "I love you, Lena, and I wish I could say this to you directly. You deserve better."

Lena rubbed her wrist, careful to keep her sleeve down and over the bracelet, but she could feel the metal under it. "Kara, I love you too," she whispered under her breath. Alex and Nia were still in the room, and she hoped they didn't hear her.

The crystal held a bit of Kara's DNA, so Lena got to work coding it into the projector. Alex, Kelly, Nia, Brainy, and even J'onn kept interrupting her to force her to eat, despite her angry requests to be left alone. She had to get Kara back.

But then the phantoms hit the city. Lena had stayed at the Tower, desperate to get the projector finished to save Kara and get her here before the phantoms caused too much destruction.

Except, Alex ran into the room and shattered her plans. "I need the projector, Lena!"

Spinning, Lena stared at her. "You can't. If you do, it'll erase our sample!"

In that moment she realized that she would always choose Kara, even with the city in danger. She could not break her promise to her love. She would reach Kara's side.

"Lena, we need that projector!" Alex yelled. "It's the only way! Kara would want this."

Lena held it tighter. "No! I have to get Kara back. This is our only chance. I just can't, Alex. I'm sorry."

Alex activated her gloves, and the projector shot out of her hand. Lena reached desperately forward, but Alex already was turning away.

"I'm sorry too, Kara would want this." Alex sprinted out of the room.

That had been the darkest day of all.

After the battle, the others found her curled up in a corner, shattered. Nia had coaxed her out and given her something to drink. Kelly had sat down to talk with her about her emotions, but Lena found she couldn't voice them.

Kara, her love, her wife, was trapped in a nightmare. Nothing mattered but getting her back home.

Alex found her on the balcony with a glass of scotch later that night.

Lena breathed out a choked sob. "I don't belong here," she said, bitterly.

The bracelet hung heavy on her wrist, her promises to Kara -- to always be at her side -- tore into her heart. How could she be at Kara's side when she was lost to a nightmare? How could Lena fix this without some way to track her signal? She'd failed her love.

"Why do you say that?" Alex asked.

"Because I'm not like you." Lena looked up, pained. "I couldn't do the right thing. I would have doomed the city, maybe the world, because I need Kara back."

Alex sighed. "Lena, every step I took with that projector felt like a million tons. I wanted to turn back at every moment. To bring Kara back. It was the hardest thing I've ever done. And it broke me. I - I only did it because that was what Kara would do." Her shoulders slumped, and she looked far older than her years. "I've seen how much you mean to Kara, Lena." She met Lena's gaze with a sad smile. "You've always belonged here, and always will."

Lena almost told Alex right then, but instead, she rubbed her bracelet through her sleeve. Thought of Kara's radiant face in their secret wedding. "I need her back," she whispered.

"We all do, but I believe we can do this. We'll find a way." Alex reached out and laid her hand over Lena's. "I've seen you when you put your mind to something. You're relentless. If anyone can find a way, it's you."

Lena managed a choked, "Thank you," stunned by Alex's words, her fervent belief in Lena. Alex had always been suspicious of her, and yet here she was being far too reminiscent of Kara.

And so she did just as Alex had said.

She furiously worked out a solution, dug through all scenarios with Brainy and the others, and once they got their hands on another sample -- time travel shenanigans included -- she not only remade the projector for Kara, but built three sun bombs. Larger ones to cover a greater area and improving the probability of restoring her powers.

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The mission had been terrifying. Lena's encounter with a phantom -- the vision of her mother drowned, of finding her chosen family dead, of Kara blaming her for it all -- had terrified her, but she'd found her way out of it. Because Kara would never say such cruel things to her, and that pulled her out of the phantom's control.

She learned that the others had also been trapped in their own worst fears. That J'onn had helped them escape. When Nia asked her what she'd seen, Lena kept it simple, "a kelpie as my mother." The truth was too painful.

Despite that horror, they pushed forward, and they saved Kara and her father. The sun bombs went off perfectly, and Kara flew him up into the ship. Then they left for home as quickly as they'd come.

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Lena hung back at the edge of everyone, while Alex and the others rushed Kara and hugged her. She rubbed the bracelet under her sleeve, and waited, uncertainly. Despite their secret marriage, despite them sharing their love intimately with one another, Lena still struggled with doubts. Doubts about whether she was good enough, and those doubts hit her hard at the sight of a bedraggled Kara and her father.

When Kara sighted her, she stared for a long moment, then her hand went to her wrist, the one where Lena had wrapped Kara's bracelet around during their secret ceremony. The bracelet was hidden under the suit, but Lena could see a faint trace of an outline. Shyly, she walked toward Kara, her hands held tightly in front of her.

"Lena," Kara breathed. "Lena." She held up her arms, and Lena fell into them in tears. Kara held her close, and Lena hugged her with all the strength she had. "I'm only here because of you," she said, tearfully. "Thank you, :zhao."

"For you, my love, anything," she whispered back. She didn't want to let go, but Alex had walked up to them. Kara's sister looked like she had something important to share.

Reluctantly, she pulled back, only for Kara to lean in, and for a second, Lena thought she'd actually kiss her in front of everyone.

But she didn't.

Their secret was not yet ready to be shared. Maybe later, when things had settled, when they'd had time to heal a bit, they'd share. But for now, Lena was content to be whatever Kara needed her to be in the moment.

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The welcome party they held for Kara happened after everyone had some rest. Lena had spent the night in the Tower, on the sofa, long after everyone had left, because Kara had chosen to stay in the medical bay with her father to use the sunlamps. Lena hadn't wanted to leave her alone.

Now balloons filled the lounge, boxes full of donuts and pastries, and rows of potstickers and other Japanese and Chinese food lined the counter. The drinks were a mixture of juice and alcohol. Lena stayed near the food table, shy yet again.

Kara walked around to speak and hug everyone. She introduced her father to them all, and then left him by the food table.

He studied the food, baffled at first, until Lena stepped forward. "These are Kara's favorite dishes," she said. "Donuts. Potstickers, various beef dishes, and this is a pad Thai."

"I see." He looked at her, and Lena instantly saw the family resemblance. He had Kara's nose and jawline. "You are Lena Luthor? The one that saved us?"

"I - it wasn't just me," Lena tried to correct, but Kara's father shook his head.

"You devised the sun bombs and coded the projector, did you not?"

"I did," she admitted.

He smiled then. "Kara told me how you've saved her many times. How you also saved Argo City, that my people survived due to your science." He reached out and grasped the wrist that had her bracelet hidden.

"I..." Lena didn't know what to say, and the way he grasped her wrist, the one with the bracelet, had her wondering.

"You are her partner." He lifted the sleeve just enough to show part of the bracelet. He traced his finger along its edge. "It is an honor to welcome you to the El family, Lena Luthor. Thank you for all you have done for my people."

Tears stung her eyes. "Yes. You're welcome." He released her wrist, and her sleeve dropped once more over the bracelet.

He gathered up a small portion of each food item, and peppered Lena with questions about her sun bombs and the work she'd done to save Argo City. Lena gladly answered, and the pair soon fell into a discussion about ways to improve the sun bombs and other science projects she'd made to assist Kara.

His simple acceptance surprised her considering all Kara had said about her father, but then she had mentioned that her father was a renowned scientist, one that respected the work of other scientists. She supposed she must have proven herself to him that way.

Alex interrupted them at one point to draw Kara's father away. The conversation had been the most stimulating one she'd had since Brainy and her had discussed the use of quantum entanglement to locate Kara's signature.

With a sigh, Lena turned and looked out over her chosen family. Her eyes went to Kara yet again, like it had all throughout the day. Shadows still darkened Kara's eyes, but her smile was relieved. She kept touching and hugging. As if to prove she was really home.

Her father had been the opposite. Unwilling to touch anyone, but very fervent in talking, reaffirming reality that way.

Lena's heart went out to both of them.

She had no notion for how long she stood there, by the drinks, watching Kara, until Nia appeared at her side. Or maybe Nia had been standing there awhile, and Lena, too caught up in Kara, failed to notice.

"You can just kiss her, you know," Nia teased. "Instead of pinning from a corner. I bet she won't mind."

Lena shrugged and smiled. She did kiss Kara before the phantom zone. She'd given all of herself, but no one else but Kara knew that. So she held her hands in front of herself and only smiled, bashfully.

Kara caught her gaze, and sidled up closer to Lena, her hands also in front of her, while she rubbed the spot where her bracelet was hidden. She smiled back, and they exchanged a look of longing. Sliding closer, Kara brushed her shoulder against Lena's.

"Hey you," she whispered. "Stay with me tonight?"

Lena's smile hurt her face, but she couldn't stop. Yeah, Kara was back; yeah, it'll take adjustment, likely fighting many a nightmare, but Lena had made a promise.

"Of course," she said, softly. "Always."

Kara Danvers-Zor-El & Lena Luthor in Supergirl ⪼ 6x08: Welcome Back Kara

[demonicbaby666]

Tears on the Window Pane

One shot | Supergirl Masterlist | Masterlists

Fandom: Supergirl

Pairing: Lena Luthor x fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 2.6k+

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, toxic ex, jealousy, alcohol, rough sex, fingering, humiliation (if you look hard enough), semi-public sex, degradation, hair pulling, asphyxiation, daddy kink, top!Lena, bottom!reader

Summary: months after a breakup, you bump into your ex. Though the relationship was filled with turmoil, and you’d long since believed you’d learnt some valuable lessons from it, it seems you’re not as strong to resist as you think.

A/n: this was originally going to be an enemies-to-lovers story but then a devilish creature crawled out from a dark corner of my room, muttered mean!Lena really seductively in my ear, and I was helpless to fight what came over me then...

It was foggy that Friday night. National city's streets pulsed with life as people filtered out of bars and clubs, only to move on to the next, then the next. When their wobbly steps turned solely to stumbling, they would wave their white flags and surrender to the night or, better yet, early morning. That, too, is what your plan had been - to wander aimlessly with a group of friends until your head spun and your feet hurt, till the sun rose from beneath skyscrapers and the morning breeze would snip away at the lingering effects of hard liquor and cheap beer. Those plans, however, had been wholly derailed when you made your way into a club, and tendrils of cold shivers made their way up your spine, forcing your gaze to flicker over the swarming sea of sweaty bodies, landing on one person. 

If it were a year ago, a mousy smile could be caught stretched across your lips. A sudden timidness to being perceived by this goddess whom you'd once called your girlfriend may have even sent butterflies flittering low in your stomach. But a year ago, you were naive, blinded by flashing lights that coloured red, green and toxic, sweet. 

You stood there, hand in hand, with a stray girl your group had adopted for the night, past feelings dwindling low in your stomach as your mind walked the line between now and then. Fear had the muscles in your stomach tensing, pupils dilating, and legs refusing to heed the commands of the arm tugging you towards the bar. The other emotion you harboured was similar in nature. However, it differed in that although its predecessor forced your legs to remain rooted, this successor wedged them closed to alleviate the quickening pulse, growing thick and lively. 

Trying to ignore that even from a distance Lena's eyes had locked onto your every move with chilling precision, you elbowed your way to liquid relief. It had been your intention to leave after slinging back a few shots of watered-down vodka, but then came the shift - the subtle twist in your gut that made you courageous enough to entertain the attention you were receiving rather than cower away from it. 

With a turn of your head and a feeling of which direction to turn in, you granted yourself a few moments to really take the CEO in. She appeared to have come straight from a business meeting, dressed in a navy suit, surrounded by white-collared men and women all fighting to gain recognition. And yet, she gave them nothing. She remained silent. Eyes cemented on the light sway of your hips and the shrinking space between you and the unknown body lurking beside you. 

With each boom from the speakers and the accompanying shake of the floor, bodies morphed together until there was only Lena and the blur of scattered masses. The music died in your ears, reduced to a faint hum, and the constant pounding of the bass became secondary to the pounding of your heart. The beginning of a slow-motion step forward was attempted, the heel of your boot hitting the sticky floor before, "You want to dance?" 

The spell was broken. Music assaulted your eardrums. The reek of alcohol polluted your nose, and calloused fingers brushed your elbow before a tall figure obstructed your view, sporting an aggravatingly hopeful smile. 

"What?" you snapped, not realising how harsh your tone was until the man’s unabashed beam faltered. You tried again, this time softer. "It's loud in here. What did you say?"

There was a charming awkwardness to him. The way he rubbed a palm over the back of his neck and let out a nervous laugh made you feel bad for the guy.

"Come have a dance with me?" he asked, voice gruff but not entirely unpleasant. 

The human blockade made it hard to gauge if Lena was still watching, and in the absence of her scrutinising glare, you allowed yourself to be led to the crowded dancefloor. 

As the music flowed and your body moved, you let your mind wander. You thought back to the breakup and how the following months were spent re-wiring your brain, re-learning how to make decisions independently and cultivating a life centred around yourself. You’d told yourself it had been worth it. The freedom was blissful, and opportunities popped up where they had never seemed to before. But with the merriment came the bittersweet - evenings spent alone, men thinking they had free rein to eye fuck you and, occasionally, get handsy. A day didn't go by where you wouldn't crave the guidance and praise Lena bestowed. But more than anything, you missed the feeling of being wholly owned. It was that deep-rooted longing that had you looking back to Lena. 

Despite not being in a relationship with the woman, the look she was shooting at the poor man behind you led you to believe her claim over you was still unconquered, and that single fact should have sent you running. But once again, strobing lights really did have a way of distorting things. 

Her gaze remained fixed, and though it was unnerving, it was thrilling. Being with Lena was always like this. She was intense and stubborn and so damn territorial it spoke directly to the servile side of you in a way that nothing and no one else ever could. It made you desperate to bend to her will, no matter the costs. The only problem then was you weren’t hers to bend, and it became clear in that second that that needed to change. 

You kept up the act, dancing as provocatively as stilettos would allow and laughing along to rehearsed pickup lines. The last straw for the fuming brunette came when a pair of hands snaked around your waist, pulling you back into a muscled torso, and a pathetic little jab touched your ass. Lena was up on her feet and charging towards you in no time.

"Hands off,” the older woman growled, digging her blunt nails into your forearm and yanking you forward. 

"Take it easy.” The man tried to make a grab for you, but Lena beat him to it, stepping forward to shield you from his grasp. Instantly, he backed away, throwing his hands up. “I didn't know she was spoken for." 

"Shut the fuck up." Lena was seething, her jaw clenched and her eyes vicious. “If you even think of you touching her again, I'll chop your dick off and feed it to you."

She didn't wait for a reply to come or give notice to the small crowd that had formed around the three of you. Instead, Lena hauled you into the bathroom in record time, practically threw you into an open stall door and pressed your front firmly against the wall. 

"A few months, and you're already whoring yourself out,” came the surly voice from behind you. "Did you learn nothing?" 

"I," you tried to answer, but a hand fell over your mouth, silencing you. 

"You're disgusting,” she sneered. "What makes you think I care what you have to say?" 

The palm over your lips was held tight. There was no space between slim fingers and no room to breathe from anywhere other than your nose. A woeful whimper arose from the back of your throat, sounding so pathetic heat rushed to your face and painted your cheeks pink. 

The fact you knew, from experience, there was no way to get out of Lena's hold evaded you. From the surface level, it could be said you were under the assumption your sudden hike in mental strength extended to your physical. However, deep down, you knew the fight was what you and Lena needed. All that pent-up anger, resentment, and hunger required liberation, and together, that was something you always did well. 

"You're so desperate, aren't you?" Lena snarled, lodging her foot between your heels and wedging them apart until you were spread open for her. "I bet if I reached into your panties, I'd find you soaked." 

As predicted, the contentious grunt that heaved a puff of cool air out your nose and elbow to the gut sparked something primal in Lena. It forced her hand to the back of your neck, where she pushed your cheek harder into the wall and laid a stinging slap over your clothed cunt. The yelp that followed met a quick demise, cut off by bracketed fingers restricting your airways and survival instincts chose then to seek the help of your hands. They flailed about, aimlessly reaching out for Lena, begging her to stop or to give you more; you didn't know. All you knew was your mind's conflict. 

The top half of your body fought hard, shoulders driving back and forth, whilst the bottom speedily submitted, rocking against the minimal pressure Lena's palm offered and greedily pushing down to gain more stimulation. It was all in vain, of course. 

"Pathetic," she tutted, delivering another swift slap to your aching sex. "Little slut wants her pussy fucked?" 

"Lena, please,” you quietly sobbed. 

Swift as the wind, the brunette had your back to the wall, one hand gripping your jaw, the other holding your wrists above your head. 

"Please, what?" she goaded, pushing your head up to work the blank space of your neck with not-so-gentle bites, topping them off with soothing licks. 

"I d-don't know," you whined. 

It wasn't far from the truth. Your mind was hazy from alcohol. You were letting your body lead you into something you knew you’d later regret. But the scariest thing was that it didn't frighten you at all how willing you were to throw months of hard work away. You knew what you wanted. The problem was grappling with whether it'd be a good idea to say the words out loud. 

Your indecisiveness earned you a piercing pain that rang from the veins of your neck to the tiniest of capillaries in your toes. There was no way to see the irreparable damage done. Alas, there was no need. You felt the sharp edge of each tooth sink into your throat, marking you. The agony, however, was thankfully quashed seconds later as you received your second reprimand. Between the tearing of lace and Lena thrusting three fingers into your tight channel, there was no time to stop the ear-splitting moan that tumbled from your lips and bellowed over the bathroom stalls. The sound alone sent any remaining occupants fleeing in fits of laughter as your stomach sunk due to both mortification and arousal. 

With Lena's new hand placement came the opportunity to use your hands again. Instead of using this as a chance to fight back, you pulled Lena up from the nook of your neck and hastily interlocked your lips together in a frenzied kiss. She reciprocated at first, then drew a sharp breath before pulling away. You attempted to chase her. However, you were woefully mistaken in thinking you had the authority to initiate such an act again. A brutal strike of curling fingers taught you that, alongside the smirk you witnessed when your eyes flew wide open and a shove to your neck forced the back of your head to collide with the wall. Lena wasn't shy with her pace after that. It was like she was adamant about proving how easy it was for her to drive you crazy. 

Trailing fingers up your jaw to the back of your neck, Lena bundled your loose waves into a bun and tugged, forcing you to look into her blackened eyes as she frowned. "Do that again, and I'll bring you to the brink over and over again, then leave you here crying. Understand?"

You heeded the warning with fast nods and chants of 'yes, yes, yes', which seemed to please the brunette. She kept up her hurried movements, digits sliding rapidly up and down your hot canal, occasionally curling to stroke the rough patch of tissue that had you seeing stars. 

The closer you got, the harder it was to remain still, and when Lena didn't stop your hips from matching the flow of her ministrations, you were beyond grateful. In fact, the move garnered reward, specifically a svelte hand moving south to knead your breasts. It turned out this was only a distraction from the nimble thumb readying itself for work. A swipe to your clit followed the next hit to your sweet spot, and before you knew what was happening, your stomach muscles were convulsing, and pangs of liquid heat soared through every vein in your body. 

Your breaths were short and shallow. Lewd moans were given free rein to fill the four walls of the suffocating stall, and the thrumming bass coming from outside was being overtaken by the pulsing sound of blood pumping in your ears. Yet, somehow, through it all, you could still hear the shameful jabs Lena was throwing at you. 

"I'm going to,” you began, only to be cut off by a stern voice.

"I don't think so, honey,” she interjected. “Who decides when you get to come?" 

"Lena, oh god, Lena," you cried, squeezing around her fingers and trying to stop the tight coil in your gut from unfurling. "I can't!"

"Who tells you when you get to come?" Lena barked, slowing down. 

Tears were welling in your eyes, giving shine to the stars interspersed across your vision.

"You!" 

"Who?!" Lena sped up again, redoubled her efforts and slipped a fourth finger inside you, filling you so completely that your knees almost buckled beneath you. Even still, you weren't granted permission to release the strained muscles holding you from your orgasm. 

"Fuck!" you screamed. A tear spilt down the side of your face, your jaw shook, and blood coated your tongue as you bit the inside of your cheek, tearing into the smooth flesh. “You do, Daddy!" 

Just when you thought you might pass out, hot breath skimmed the shell of your ear, and Lena whispered the words that were your undoing. 

"I want everyone to hear you. Come nice and hard for Daddy."

Finally, you let go. All the pent-up tension rushed to the surface like a tidal wave. It submerged you in a whirlpool of flooding pleasure that had you shouting out for Lena, begging her to hold you steady whilst you shook and shook for what felt like hours. Her arm was around you in no time, providing a lifeline to hold onto whilst her fingers kept you under, massaging soft tissue. 

You stood there, mind numb, body useless, until the shudders passed, and Lena carefully pulled her fingers out of you. It wasn't until after feeling had returned to your legs and the strain of standing wasn't registering that you realised Lena was practically holding you up. Her arms were on your hips, and her body firmly pressed you to the wall, so there was no chance you'd keel over. 

When your eyes met, you detected the slightest bit of worry, making your heart skip a beat, and that alone was why you didn't argue when the next thing she said was, "I'm taking you back to mine."

It wasn't so much a walk to the car; rather, Lena stormed through the club, dragging you alongside her before slamming you against the back door of the vehicle and kissing you silly. At first, you were taken aback. Her reluctance to do just this only minutes ago was still echoing between your legs. You shook it off and accepted the moment for what it was: fleeting. That was when the rain started to fall, and the drunken mob's laughter erupted into roars of childlike amusement, and for the first time in a while, you felt content. 

You laughed and laughed and laughed, genuine bubbling girly giggles shaking your chest and vibrating between rain-kissed lips. 

"I'm so screwed," you half-whispered, half-sighed, nestling your head into Lena's neck. And as the sky cried a fresh set of trickling tears that splattered off the car's window panes, you happily bled a few of your own. 

"Mmm," the older woman hummed in agreement, kissing your temple lightly. “Yes, you are."

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Poison Ivy: Foliage Femme Fatale by Jade Gretz

Gotham City was cloaked in an oppressive heat, the air thick with humidity and the scent of blooming flowers. The city’s inhabitants were oblivious to the silent threat growing beneath their feet. Poison Ivy, with her unparalleled command over the botanical world, had been patiently nurturing a plan that would bring Gotham to its knees. But this time, she was not alone. She had found an unlikely ally in another of Gotham's most feared villains, one whose abilities complemented her own in a symphony of destruction.

The night was moonless, the darkness providing the perfect cover as Ivy met with her co-conspirator in an abandoned greenhouse on the outskirts of the city. The air inside was cool and damp, a stark contrast to the sweltering heat outside. Shelves of exotic plants and towering ferns lined the walls, their leaves rustling softly as Ivy moved among them, her red hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall of fire.

Her partner, Victor Fries—better known as Mr. Freeze—stood in the center of the room, his icy presence a chilling counterpoint to Ivy’s warm, vibrant energy. His blue-lit eyes glowed beneath the visor of his suit, and the frost that clung to him began to spread across the floor, creeping toward Ivy like a living thing.

“I trust you’ve prepared everything on your end?” Ivy’s voice was soft, almost melodic, but it carried an undercurrent of lethal intent.

Freeze nodded, his breath visible in the cold air. “The cryogenic emitters are in place. Once activated, they will lower the temperature across Gotham to sub-zero levels. Your plants will thrive in the conditions I create.”

Ivy smiled, a wicked curve of her lips. “Excellent. And my spores are ready to be released. The combination of your cold and my flora will create an unstoppable force. Gotham won’t know what hit it.”

Their plan was as audacious as it was terrifying. Freeze’s technology would envelop the city in a deep freeze, creating an environment where Ivy’s genetically modified plants could flourish unchecked. These plants, infused with her unique blend of toxins, would release spo …(see the rest of the story at deviantart.com/jadegretzAI). For more supergirl, chun li, batgirl, tifa, lara croft, wonder woman, rogue and much more, please visit my page at www.deviantart.com/jadegretzai - Thanks for your support :)

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Kara groggily opened her eyes to blinding sunlight, the curtains wide open to the mid-morning sun. She rubbed her eyes and sat upright, only to freeze. She was naked and so was a brunette in bed next to her.

Golly, gee whiz. How had this happened? She only vaguely remembered the night. She'd gone to New Vegas out of shame over the red-K incident in an attempt to drink it all away. Seeing her friends and family and boss, once she'd been cured of it, had been too much to bear. Every time she thought about returning, she had a panic attack instead. So she'd stayed in town and just wandered about getting drunk in various spots. Last night had been perhaps the strangest one of all. She'd heard of an alien bar hidden in a side alley at the edge of the strip. Going to one seemed like a chance to relax her constant vigilance to fit in with the humans.

When she'd reached the bar, she'd been surprised to find a woman standing just outside it. The brunette in a violet suit stared at the green door, and shifted from foot to foot as if nervous. "Hey," Kara said, confused. "Something wrong?" The woman jumped and turned to Kara in surprise. "Oh." Her eyes widened further, and her gaze swept over Kara's body, her expression changing from anxious to calculated in the span of a second. "Hello. Um. Are you going inside?" "Was thinking about it, why?" Kara had to admit the brunette was absolutely beautiful. A strong chin, full lips, gorgeous hetereochromiatic eyes, and a full figure to boot. Moments like this made Kara wonder if maybe, just maybe she should drop the straight act that humans preferred, so she could enjoy a moment with someone as beautiful as this woman. "Good. That's good." The woman let out a relieved breath. "May I join you?" Kara raised her eyebrows. "Uhhh. I mean, sure?" She considered whether it was a good idea to share her name, and decided that a first name should be safe. She wasn't wearing her glasses today - she'd broken them actually in a bar fight the other night when someone had tried to feel up a woman and Kara, drunk off some Aldebaran rum, had punched the dude - so she was a tad nervous about someone recognizing her. It's why she was going to the only alien bar in town. She'd found that out after the bar fight. The woman she'd saved was an alien hiding as a human, and mentioned it as a thank you for saving her life. So Kara held out her hand. "I'm Kara. And you are?" The woman took her hand, firmly. "Lena. Thank you for this." She smiled, and two adorable dimples appeared in her cheeks. Okay, so maybe for tonight, Kara would drop that frustrating straight act that humans prefer. She could just be her pansexual self and see where this goes. It wasn't like she was going to ever see anyone here again since she planned to head back to National City tomorrow. She couldn't hide here forever after all. So the pair had entered the establishment. That's when things got hazy. Kara had a few rums. The woman had asked her random questions about whether she believed someone could 'reinvent themselves' or if Kara believed in 'soulmates.'

Kara thought it likely Lena had been drunk or at least tipsy by that point. Especially since she'd started flirting with abandon. Which made her absolutely irresistible. Lena had at one point leaned close, her smell a wonderful vanilla scent, and whispered, "Do you believe in magic?" Kara grinned, her head all nice and fuzzy from the rum, and her hands so, so close to touching Lena's waist. She kept them to either side of her at the small table, where they sat so close together that their thighs were touching. "I sure do. Do you?" "I - I have uncovered some evidence of it, yes." Lena tilted her head and twirled a lock of Kara's golden hair in her fingers. "You're the first person who has said that though. Would you - you like to experiment with me then?" "Experiment?" Kara wasn't entirely sure what Lena was asking here. "You mean you can do magic? Or know someone who can?" That seemed like a lot of fun, and with the rum swirling in her belly along with eating nearly seven containers of fries, Kara was willing to do just about anything if it meant more time in this amazing woman's presence. "Yes," Lena replied, which Kara dimly noted answered none of her questions. Turning toward the bar again, Lena tapped the counter three times. The bartender walked over with a smile, their blue skin glistened with sweat, and in their six-fingered hand they cleaned a glass. "We'd like the Anamchara please." The bartender narrowed their eyes. "You sure about that? Pretty permanent stuff." Lena waved her hand. "I've heard the rumors. Done my research." She slapped Kara's arm. "Companion here agreed, right darling?" She looked at Kara. Kara nodded. "Sure thing. Let's do the Anamchara." She downed the rest of her rum, her brain even foggier. And that was the last thing Kara remembered. What the Anamchara was, she had no idea. It must have been a wild ride of a drink if it meant she ended up in bed with Lena, naked. Did they... have sex then? Kara blushed and looked at the still sleeping woman. Surely not. She didn't see any bruises and a quick check with x-ray vision showed no broken bones. There was a hickey on the left side of her neck, but that was it. Which meant either they didn't have sex, or Kara somehow managed it without losing any control. That felt impossible to her, especially since she'd been drunk. Both of them had been. Kara licked her lips, worried now. Why couldn't she remember the rest of the evening? What the hell had been that drink?

Lena grumbled and rolled onto her back, one arm flung over her eyes. "Who left the curtain open?"

"Uhhh." Kara wanted to bolt right then and there, but Lena had lowered her arm at that point. So running now, before she'd confirmed or denied the sex seemed really rude. She should at least make sure the brunette was okay. Sleeping with a Kryptonian didn't seem like a wise thing, not with how stupidly strong she was. Lena stared at her for a long moment. "Oh. You're not a dream then." She sat upright and looked down at herself. "Ah. I see." Her expression changed to a thoughtful one. "You're the hot blonde I recruited for my experiment, aren't you?" "Um, yeah?" Kara grabbed the blanket and swiftly wrapped it around herself in mortification. Especially since the blanket had fallen down and she had full view of Lena's amazing breasts. It left her feeling faint with desire, which was not helping her frame of mind. Her fingers curled into fists, ripping the blanket. Why didn't Lena cover herself up? What was even happening? Lena shook her head. "Perhaps this wasn't my smartest idea. Tell me, hot blonde, how did the experiment go?" She tilted her head to study Kara intently. "Sorry?" Kara stared back. So Lena didn't remember either? Lena frowned. "The experiment. To prove the existence of magic. I'd heard of that alien bar just off the strip had some potent magic. I wanted to see it for myself. We did ask for it, didn't we?" "Maybe?" Kara shrugged. "I vaguely recall you asking for it. Then I woke up here." Lena groaned and fell back on the bed. "Dammit. I was so careful to not get smashed drunk!" "Wait, you weren't drunk at first?" Kara didn't have a good idea of how to tell exactly when humans got drunk, but she'd assumed Lena had been after two and a half scotches. That was what it took to get Kara drunk on Aldebaran rum, which was pretty strong stuff. She'd heard scotch was strong stuff for humans. "No. I wasn't. Tipsy, yes." Lena nibbled on her thumb.

"So, what do you remember?"

"I asked for the Anamchara. The most interesting magic gimmick that they perform there. It's suppose to bring good luck to one's relationships I was told, which considering my life of late I needed it. The bartender took us through a side door to a rather ridiculously decorated room. Like someone vomited rainbows everywhere. The woman in the room looked human. I believe she asked me if I wished to use my own gift. Rather strange ask. I can't remember what happened after however." "It apparently led to us here, naked," Kara pointed out the obvious in a vain hope it meant Lena would cover herself. She was tempted to throw the blanket over Lena. Anything would do at this point. She kept her gaze steadily on the painting on the far wall to avoid staring at Lena's wonderfully shaped breasts. "I see that," Lena said, amused. Her intense gaze swept over Kara. "Wish I could remember the sex."

That turned Kara's face an even brighter shade of red. She stammered for a moment until she gave up on words and only swallowed uneasily.

That seemed to amuse the brunette further, and she laughed. "Far too easy to fluster you." She leaned forward and cupped her hand against Kara's cheek. "As much as I want to make up for that lack of memory right now, I do have to check out before noon. My flight leaves this afternoon, and I'd like to not rush it." "Right." Kara nodded, her entire body aflame from Lena's touch. "I, uh, am leaving today too." "Hmm. How about we get dressed and have lunch before we head our separate ways?" Lena looked like she was staring more at Kara's lips than anything else. "Would be nice to spend the day with a beautiful woman during my final week as a non-married person."

Kara gaped. "Wait, wait, you're getting married in a week?"

Lena hummed. "Seems so. Oh don't look so scandalized. Jack knew I was coming out here for a bachelorette party." She clucked her tongue at Kara's shock. "He just didn't need to know it ended technically two days ago. I wanted a little time to myself. Though why I'm telling you this." She shook her head. "So, lunch?"

Kara nodded unable to say no at this point. Lena was utterly fascinating, and also very confusing, but then human courtship had Kara absolutely baffled. On Krypton they had no such thing. The matrix took care of calculating best possible matches.

It was when Lena moved to stand that Kara's eyes took in the tattoo over her heart. Had it been there the entire time? Kara face and neck turned even redder. Gosh, she'd been too busy staring at Lena's breasts or mouth that she didn't even notice the detailed tattoo. It looked like some sort of cross between a tree and --

-- her family's crest. What?

Lena slid out of bed and walked toward the bathroom. Only a minute later she poked her head out to frown at Kara. "Do you remember us getting a tattoos together at any point last night?"

Kara shook her head. "No? I don't remember anything beyond you asking about that magic thing."

"Then why do you have the same tattoo over your left breast?"

Kara looked down and nearly jumped out of her skin. Sure enough, the exact same tattoo was emblazoned over her own heart.

...oOo...

They stopped by a cafe near the airport. Lena sipped her coffee, while she waited for Kara to pick up their food from the front counter. The tattoo on her chest still ached, so it had to have happened sometime during their drunk escapades. It irritated her to no end that she had no memory of it.

So much for her experiment. Her hope of witnessing the magic had gotten her instead a hot blonde sleeping in her bed. If they'd had sex, she had no memory of it, which was a crying shame really. She would have liked to have been railed by all that muscle.

A TV hung in the corner of the cafe, no sound from it, but captions ran across the bottom of it. A red-head woman stood in front of a burned down building. The captions mentioned how Supergirl was still missing. No sign of her for over a week. A picture of the blonde superhero appeared in the top right corner of the screen.

Lena put down her cup and stared at the picture for a long moment. She'd already had this thought last night, while she had stood outside the alien bar trying to psych herself up.

Sure, the hot blonde had been in civilian clothes, but her lack of glasses, her facial features, and muscular body had Lena wondering if she was Supergirl. It had been part of the reason she'd decided to ask the woman to accompany her. Even though Lena also knew it was highly doubtful the hot blonde was such a superhero.

Not until this moment, staring at that broadcast, did it occur to her that:

If Kara was Supergirl, what the hell was she doing in Las Vegas going to alien bars and picking up girls?

Her assumptions and reasoning last night had been a rather ridiculous leap in logic, hadn't it?

Lena nibbled on her thumb and considered her options. Asking directly was out of the question. They were in a public place. Asking discreetly could work, but was it worth it? So what if Kara looked like Supergirl? Better to leave this bizarre situation semi-anonymous.

Besides, Lena had no plans to reveal her surname, not that it'd matter since in a week it'd change to Spheer anyway, and she'd finally be free of its curse. But she wasn't a fool. Even with the name change, she couldn't ever forget what her brother had done, and guilt and shame hung heavy over her still.

She let out a heavy sigh and rubbed her eyebrow, frustrated with herself. Maybe her decision to go along with Jack's wishes was messing with her head. Kara simply was a hot blonde that had a passing resemblance to Supergirl. Her wishes to meet and work with Supergirl, was just that.

Foolish wishes.

Only a few weeks ago, she'd considered moving to National City to work with Supergirl herself. She'd been seriously considering taking the CEO role to remake Luthorcorp into L-Corp to undo vile deeds of her brother. To redeem the family name and push the company toward being a force of good in this world.

Jack had been against the idea, and due to their upcoming wedding, Lena had quietly shelved the idea for the moment. It meant putting the company in yet more hiatus with no CEO at its helm, but Lena felt herself reluctant still to directly turn down the role. The idea of her, a Luthor, working with a Super? Damn, had that been alluring. She'd almost broken off the engagement to do it anyway, but Jack's logic overruled her emotions.

He was excellent at that.

It was why she allowed the engagement and was bothering with marriage. He was a decent man, and heavens knew, no one else would dare to ever bed a Luthor. Her one-night stands with women she'd used a pseudonym: Lena Keiran or Tess Mercer, whichever one seemed more likely to net her a fling.

The upcoming wedding would be a small affair, and it'd net her the quiet life she'd wanted. It wouldn't assuage her guilt and shame, especially if she didn't take the CEO role to fix the wrongs her brother did.

But was Jack right? Didn't she deserve a life separate from the Luthor's legacy? They loved each other, and he was willing to look past her trysts with women. To look past her last name and the fact she was related to a mass murderer. Lena doubted anyone else would. Not even Supergirl.

Kara placed the food on the table and smiled. "So, uh, how's the coffee?" She winced at her own words. "Um, I mean, you know, you..." she trailed off and sat down, flustered.

Lena raised an eyebrow. She took a bite of her salad. "The coffee is a little watery, but I drink it for the caffeine. So, if I may ask, where is home for you? Mine's Metropolis."

"National City."

Huh. Interesting. "You live there long?"

"A few years. Grew up in Midvale." Kara dug into her food, which now that Lena examined it, was a ridiculous amount. Eight pancakes, seven eggs, a massive pile of hashbrowns, and enough bacon to make up an entire pig.

"That's a lot of food," Lena said, then colored at the fact she'd said it out loud. "I mean, not that that's a bad thing at all."

Kara still blushed. "I know, I know, I eat a lot." She chuckled, but there was a hint of unease in it. "Gotta keep up these muscles somehow!" She flexed her right arm dramatically.

Lena swallowed and tried not to think about those muscles flexing while they railed her against the bed.

Damn, she wished she could remember their evening. She ended Las Vegas with a bang, and couldn't even remember what was likely the best part of the night. Served her right. Whatever that "magic" had been, it likely had been a very intense alcoholic drink. One that had them both plastered.

"So, what about you? You grow up in Metropolis?"

"No. Small town a few states over. I only work there." She tapped her fork against her plate. "I have been considering National City however. For my next business venture." Why had she said that? She'd shelved it due to Jack, yet the words had flowed out of her without thought.

"Oh?" Kara smiled, her face lighting up as if it was the sun itself. "It's a pretty great city! And pretty safe. With, uh, you know, Supergirl and all." She gave that uneasy chuckle again.

"Which is currently missing?" Lena studied Kara closely. "I seems strange. She's usually so attentive."

Kara devoured a handful of bacon and gulped down a glass of water. "Maybe Supergirl needed a break? Even superheroes get burned out I hear."

Huh. This wasn't proving or disproving any of Lena's theories as to Kara's true identity. If anything, it left her in more confusion. She rubbed her itching tattoo through her satin shirt absently, her eyes once again going to the newsfeed about the whereabouts of Supergirl.

In her periphery, she noted, to her surprise, that Kara also rubbed her shirt over where her own tattoo was located.

...oOo...

When Lena stepped off the private plane, she planned to meet her driver and have a quiet ride to the outskirts of Metropolis, where Jack and her currently lived. The flight out had been delayed a few hours due to a bad windstorm, so it was the early hours of the next day technically. Far too early for Jack, not that she expected him after she'd texted to say she'd been delayed.

Two steps later, she dropped to her knees in agony, her hand pressed against her heart, the tattoo on fire. It burned through her, and her entire body seized up. Voices blurred in her hearing. Her vision glazed with tears, and she curled up, biting down a whimper.

A sonic boom assaulted her eardrums, and the pain instantly faded. She was lifted into the air and pressed against a very warm chest. Opening her eyes, she stared at the familiar blonde face from her last night in Las Vegas.

Except this time, Kara wore her Supergirl suit, and beads of sweat glistened on her brow.

"Hey, hey, you okay?" Her voice held an undercurrent of worry. "Do - do you need to go to the hospital? I can fly us."

Lena stared and stared some more. Her brain felt fuzzy from the sudden pain and then abrupt absence of said pain. "I -- uh." Well, that was wonderfully eloquent.

Words. She understood them quite well.

"You're Supergirl."

Even more eloquent. This certainly was not her day.

"Yeah." Kara smiled, sheepishly. "Um, yeah. So the hospital?"

Lena nodded, mostly because with that level of pain, she really should be examined. Just in case. She'd simply text Jack after. Best to not worry him until she had a better idea of her situation.

...oOo...

Kara had no idea why she'd felt the need to fly all the way to Metropolis, but the pain in her chest wouldn't let up until she'd reached the city. Then it only faded the moment she'd landed by Lena.

She was pretty certain that whatever happened the other night, that neither of them remembered, played a role in all of this, but what and why and how? Kara didn't know who to ask for help in unraveling that.

Her cousin maybe could do some research for her, but she really did not want to deal with him telling her off about being irresponsible. She already carried the weight of shame from the red-K still. Las Vegas had numbed her a bit to it, but it hadn't erased its impact.

Returning to National City, even if it was only for 18 hours, had brought back the shame with a vengeance. That and her phone, which she'd left behind for her Las Vegas escapade, had been filled to the brim with messages from Alex, Winn, James, Lucy, and Cat.

So she'd dived into thwarting crime and saving people from burning buildings to make up for the week she'd spent drinking away her shame.

Only for the pain to start and the urge to fly to Metropolis consumed her thoughts.

Now she walked into the Emergency Department at the hospital Lena suggested she use. Finding Lena crumpled on a tarmac next to the Luthor plane had been unnerving on all counts.

Lena had also been in agony, to the point she'd nearly passed out from the pain it looked like.

She had flown in a Luthor private jet. Considering how Lex Luthor had tried to kill her cousin and herself, it had startled her. Which made her wonder if Lena was connected to them. Maybe worked for Luthorcorp? Related cousin? Someone within the family? Either way, that made asking Kal for help impossible.

So, Kara was back at square one. Who did she ask for help? And what exactly did Lena and her do? What had been that magical experiment they'd tried?

"It's fine," Lena said to the nurse who had positioned herself between Kara and Lena's stretcher. "She can stay with me."

Kara blinked. She had gone on autopilot there. "It's okay. I mean, I can wait..."

"Nonsense." Lena waved her hand. "You rescued me off the tarmac. Keep me company a little longer."

Kara smiled and relaxed. It did help her feel better that she wouldn't be leaving Lena's side. The idea of not being in Lena's physical proximity had left her feeling cold, the tattoo pulsing with spurts of pain at the mere thought.

So she followed the nurse into an exam room, swept her cape out of the way, and sat down to keep Lena company.

I'd like to place an order for Supercorp please.

[sol91]

Alone

LOG ENTRY: SOL 90

It occurred to me today that someday someone from earth might actually listen to these logs, so I figure I should record a needlessly expository one to get everyone up to speed.

My name is Lena Luthor.

It's been 90 martian days since I landed here with the rest of the crew. That's what, 92 earth days? Mars spins just a little on the slow side.

On sol 6 a dust storm was going to knock over the rocket we brought to take us home, so the rest of the crew went home and left me behind to die. Well, they thought I was already dead and left. To be honest, not their fault at all.

So I'm alone here on mars, no way home, no way to communicate, only enough food for a year, and everyone thinks I'm dead. Which sounds miserable but luckily I do have this disco music to listen to, courtesy of Commander Lewis.

And, if I can get these potatoes to grow in martian soil, which I definitely can, then I can survive long enough for the next mission to arrive.

Which should be in about 4 years.

Which does honestly sound like a long time to be alone. But I've been alone before. Most of the time, to be honest, it's how I do my best work.

I don't know, maybe I could have done things differently. Asked out that reporter when I had the chance. Not gone to fucking mars.

On the plus side, if I do make it home, she'll be so impressed she'll have to go out with me. I'm pretty sure the president is basically obligated to deliver a eulogy for every astronaut who kicks the bucket up here so everyone in the country must know my name by now. They'll probably show the satellite images and everything— actually, I wonder if they've figured out I'm alive by now. What else do all those NASA technicians even do all day?

Anyway, that's basically the situation. Feel free to keep watching these if you want to hear about my adventures cleaning solar panels and fixing the water reclaimer. Yeah, that'll sell movie tickets.

LOG ENTRY: SOL 91

Fuck. Oh god. Okay. Something just opened the airlock from the outside. There's no locks on it, because why the fuck would there be? There's not supposed to be anything else on this planet. I have like 30 seconds before that airlock opens and I have no idea what to do. Obviously there's no windows in the airlock for structural reasons, I guess the engineers back at NASA didn't consider the hab might be invaded by space aliens. Alright. If this is my last message I have some things I want to say. Commander Lewis your music is awful. Lex you can rot in hell. Kara I always thought you were hot.

Oh shit here we go—

Kara?

Kara Danvers stepped into the hab. She was wearing a button down shirt and khakis, no space helmet. "I've never held my breath that long, that was crazy." She said, panting slightly.

"Kara, what—" Lena began. But before she could finish forming a sentence, Kara was hugging her.

In the hierarchy of times you wanted to run into your crush, not having showered in 3 months in a room full of manure was pretty much bottom of the list. But right now, Lena didn't care. The hug lasted at least 30 seconds before Lena pulled back.

"Kara, what the fuck is going on? How are you here?"

"Oh! I'm Supergirl" Kara said simply.

"That… actually makes a lot of sense"

"I was at the office when I heard you were still alive and I just—" She shook her head. "NASA had some complicated plan to get you home, but I just thought, how far away can Mars really be?"

Lena laughed.

"You ready to go home?" Kara asked.

"Very." Lena was already crossing the room to don her spacesuit.

"Also, I was wondering" Kara said, more hesitant now. "Do you have plans for dinner tomorrow?"

Lena turned to look at Kara. "Do I have plans for dinner tomorrow?" She repeated, smiling. "Kara, I live on mars."

"I— right. Do you want to have dinner with me tomorrow?"

"I would love that."

"Great!" Said Kara, "It's a date! I promise it'll be—" "Don't you dare say it." interjected Lena. "—out of this world."

[kj-yikes]

16. Karma

(on ao3 here)

Note: this is unfinished! I had the best of intentions of finishing it in October, but that seems unlikely, so I thought I'd share what I'm happy with.

Lena Luthor appreciates a well-put-together outfit.

Lillian had always expected Lena to dress appropriately, but it wasn't until she met Andrea Rojas at boarding school that Lena understood the power of her clothing. Lena had learned so many things from Andrea — her love of an aged scotch, how to French kiss, and especially, how to perfectly curate an outfit to command a room.

Men pay more attention to well-dressed women, Andrea had told her one day as they got ready to attend a school mixer with college representatives. You can have as many good ideas as you want, but you'll never see them to fruition if no one listen to you. Andrea had looked over at the two outfits Lena held up, and decisively chose the sleek black dress. She had circled behind Lena, pulling the dress up in Lena's hand until it covered Lena's body, allowing Lena to picture what it would look like in the mirror. Then, Andrea's soft hands had slowly gathered her hair until it was in a slick, tight ponytail in her hands. Andrea's face had appeared beside Lena's in the mirror. Give them something to look at, and you'll have a better chance of being listened to.

It had made Lena's cheeks flush furiously, but she took the advice to heart. As her body matured, she noticed the reactions she got to her breasts, to her waist, to the curve of her ass. She learned to accetuate her best features when she needed to grab attention, and to hide them when she needed her ideas to speak for themselves. She learned to dress for success.

Lately, though, Lena's been dressing for revenge.

Despite her falling out with her ex-best friend, Kara Danvers, for some reason, Supergirl keeps making unexpected appearances at L-Corp and her apartment. She thinks at first that Kara is trying to hide her check-ups on Lena. The first few days, all she glimpses of Kara is the edge of a billowing cape or a flash of blue out of the corner of her eye. The next few days, she clearly sees Kara fly by her window. By the third week, Kara has taken to hovering a ways away from the window until Lena makes eye contact.

But eye contact is as far as it ever goes. Lena's eyes meet sad, blue ones, and then Lena goes back to whatever she was doing, until the Super gives up and leaves.

It annoys Lena to no end, the constant watchfulness. Either Kara is trying to keep an eye out for her to make sure nothing happens to her, or she's keeping an eye on her, to make sure she doesn't do anything villainous. Both options make Lena's blood boil. She doesn't need protection, and she's not doing anything wrong.

It's not until Kara's daily visit to her apartment late one night that Lena sees an opportunity. Lena is on the couch, legs spread slightly and elbows resting on her legs, sipping on a glass of scotch and deep in thought, when something moves outside the window. Lena lifts her eyes and sees Supergirl, hovering above her balcony, blue eyes wide and mouth agape.

Lena squints with displeasure and takes another sip of her drink. Kara's eyes seem to follow her movement, then scan up and down her body. Lena watches her throat bob as she swallows hard.

Interesting. Lena takes note of her outfit today. Normally when Kara stops by, she's already in pajamas, but today, Lena had come home late and hadn't changed yet. It had been a while since Lena wore a suit, but she had important meetings today and needed to wield the illusion of authority over the men on the L-Corp board with a well-cut suit and a high ponytail.

Lena knows she looks good. She always looks good. What she didn't know is that Kara thinks so, too.

Lena smirks. Without breaking eye contact, she leans back against the couch and crosses her legs, bringing an arm to rest on the back of the couch. She takes a sip of her scotch, finger rubbing the rim of the glass. Kara's eyes follow the movement hungrily.

Lena takes up space, tries to exude a confidence she doesn't completely feel in the moment. This is Lena's apartment, after all. Kara is the one intruding, and if she's going to sit there, ogling her, Lena knows how to play with her food.

Lena raises an eyebrow as Kara flies closer to the balcony door. Kara's cheeks are almost as red as her cape. She reaches for the door handle, then thinks better of it. As Lena continues staring at her, Kara seems to hesitate, and then not a moment later, she's gone.

Lena finally has a line of defense against Kara's unwanted presence. Over the next few days, she pulls out the best of her perfectly-tailored suits. Each night, she watches as Kara's eyes roam the sleek and sumptuous curves of her body in a three-piece suit before flying away with a frown.

Lena doesn't think she's doing anything wrong. Kara is the one dropping by her house unnanounced, and it's her body. She can wear whatever she wants. If her choice of outfits makes Kara feel things, well, that's just karma, isn't it? If Kara wanted her, maybe she should have told Lena the truth rather than lie to her over and over every day since Kara set foot in her office for the first time.

And if Lena's thoughts drift to Kara's hungry expression as Lena slides her hand into her underwear each night laying alone in her bed, no one else has to know that but Lena.

She thinks about what it would be like to feel the force of a Kryptonian in bed, what it would feel like to watch Kara kneel before her and ease the clasp of her slacks open, what her name would sound like falling from Kara's desperate mouth. She pictures strong hands ripping her vest open and soft lips marking her collarbone, and it makes her heart ache and her fists clench angrily.

Somehow, the knowledge that Kara might want her like that makes Lena even more desperate for revenge. They could have had it all. Kara could have told her the truth, and they could have had what they both wanted. Instead, all Lena can do is use her best assets to make Kara regret what she chose to throw away and hope that the Kryptonian will finally learn some sense and leave her alone.

But Kara doesn't stay away. Kara stays longer on her daily check-ins. Kara hovers, the kicked puppy dog look replaced by a hungry longing. Kara stares, for minutes at a time, following Lena's movements like a jungle cat waiting to pounce.

Lena knows if she closes the curtains, she'd be admitting defeat. She knows if she opens the balcony door, she'll open herself up to words, to a conversation, to inevitable heartbreak. So she keeps the curtains open and the door shut and the suits fitted and tight and eventually, Kara leaves.

Until one night, she doesn't.

[fandomnerd9602]

Can you do a villain y/n 'accidentally' messing up a plan which allows Supergirl to escape. Though before Kara flies away she looks at y/n who secretly winks at her?

Lex Luthor keeps Supergirl held captive…

Lex: and with the kryptonite cage electrified, Supergirl will never-

Y/N pours their coffee all over the command console, short circuiting the cage…

Kara bursts out of it and flies away…

Lex: are you kidding me?!

Y/N: sorry. Butterfingers

Y/N slips a wink to Kara as she flies away…

She wink back at her favorite arch enemy…

[karpkorner]

"..."

Okay, now she was a little taken aback. It was one thing to hear her assistant came from another world. She could handle that much. But that she... wasn't human? That was a little silly. I mean, if she wasn't human or a Nikke, then what else could she possibly be? It just didn't make sense otherwise.

"I'm sorry Maya, but, I think you might have lost me."

Ah... That pen too... That was one of her favorites. It'd been a gift from Dolla. That one was gonna be a tough one to explain...

"But, as your Commander, naturally I'll keep this information confidential. Anything said here is 100 percent confidential. "

"That being said, regardless of my understanding of your origins, I can understand at least the feeling of powerlessness. Its a rough world we live in, but, I find just taking it one day at a time really does help a lot. And, if it means anything, your support has been incredibly invaluable and a wonderful boon to me. I've not thought any less of you either for your position or condition either."

She'd take a moment to think. In a situation like this... Was there really anything she could do?

"I take it Mary and Pepper have already done their best in trying to help in your recovery, right?"

"The only theory we have is that I arrived via another method... And I don't know enough about spacetime theory to make any sort of educated guess." Maya, admittedly, had arrived years before, and she did expect to be sent back... But at this point, it seemed more or less obvious that it wasn't responsible for her arrival in this world. There was always the theory that she wasn't sent through space, but time, and that... She didn't enjoy thinking about.

"Well... Because I know I can trust you, now. As for if any of them know... Andersen and Ingrid do; he's the one who had most of it stricken from my public record, and Elysion was the one charged with attempting to turn me into a Nikke... and failed. All of it's for the same reason in the end, though." Maya stopped twirling the pen in her fingers, before lifting it up, closer to eye level. The blonde paused for a moment, before clenching her fingers... and snapping the pen in two with the smallest bit of effort.

"The reason why I can get around just fine despite my 'frailty', why Andersen made it seem like I should be kept to light duty, and why Elysion couldn't modify me to save me life... is because I'm not human. At least, not like you." Leaning down, Maya began to pick up the bits and pieces of the pen she'd effectively shattered moments prior, continuing to talk as she did so, eventually sitting up straight again. "My strength, speed, and durability are even greater than a Nikke's, but my insides are a complete wreck. Because I literally contained a nuclear explosion within myself when I was 17 years old."

"So, I guess all that was just... preamble to that point. Because I should be dead. I thought I was going to die, 3 years ago. And now I'm here, in a world that isn't my own, surrounded by atrocities I would've been able to fix once upon a time, but now can't without risking falling apart. I've... never felt this powerless."

[uselesseaweedbrain]

Supercorptober - 11. Emerald

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Emerald. The core of her home planet, her energy supply and the last thing she ever saw of her dying world. 

Until Lex Luthor found it and used it as a weapon against Kal, bringing Superman to his knees on national television.

The people closest to your heart are the ones most able to hurt you, Kara knew. But she didn’t know it applied to objects, too. 

She didn’t know how everything she had ever loved could suddenly turn into a weapon against her - her planet’s core, a torturous poison, her baby cousin, a grown-up stranger, her lovely aunt, a world conqueror, her noble parents, genocidal criminals, her adoptive sister, slayer of Astra. 

But for a while, things had settled and Kara had slipped into forgetful bliss.

And now- now Kara knew she was stupid to think the curse could have ever stopped.

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“You’ve made Kryptonite?” No, not you, not you, too. Anyone but you.

“You will hand over the formula to the DEO, and destroy any remaining Kryptonite, and you will never make it again.”

Supergirl had overcome the Worldkillers, Lena had promised to tell her about any further Kryptonite synthesis, and the story had stopped there.

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“J’onn? J’onn, this is Agent Danvers. I think we have a problem. Kara is not acting like herself. In the beginning, it was harmless, but she’s starting to scare me, and she won’t talk to me-“

“”

“Yes. Yes, okay, I’ll try to localise her and keep you posted.”

“”

“Thank you, J’onn.”

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Kara landed on Lena’s L-Corp balcony late into the night, having ditched her comms and her usual suit to avoid Alex’s relentless tracking. 

She was dressed in a black fitted suit inherited from her aunt, her blond curls sharp against the dark material, the glowing red vein in her neck starkly visible in the dusk’s feeble light.

Lena heard a knock on her balcony’s door and her heartbeat sped up.

Supergirl. Her first reflex was to snark, but the hero looked different, less polished, more angular and threatening than Lena had ever seen her - truer to herself, Lena thought.

So Lena opted for the safe approach, rising from her leather chair in a smooth motion and opening the balcony door.

“Supergirl. To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“I would like to talk to you, Ms. Luthor. Privately. There are things that you need to know, things that I want to tell you, but I am being watched as we speak. So, if you would allow me-“

“You want to fly me.”

The black-clad hero nodded, and Lena’s face hardened.

“I don’t trust you, Supergirl. You have never treated me fairly, and I do not feel comfortable putting myself in your hands.”

The blonde’s lips pulled into an appreciative smile, and Lena felt shivers run down her spine.

“Very well. Then I assume you have secluded and protected spaces at your disposal?”

Lena acquiesced slowly, obscuring the windows of her office with a command muttered under her breath. The balcony’s door closed automatically, and Lena led the blonde outside her office, stepping into the corridor and pressing her hand against the wall three times.

Green light pulsed under the CEO’s fingers and a portion of the wall pivoted open, revealing a sizeable, empty room, without windows or furniture, the walls blank to the naked eye.

The walls closed behind them and Kara’s X-Ray vision was obscured completely.

Lead.

“This space is safe, Supergirl. You can speak freely - whatever you would like to say.”

The hero hummed, facing the CEO and standing straight. 

“Safe for whom?”, she wondered out loud, but Lena scoffed and Kara waved her hand dismissively.

“Forget it. I did not come here to fight.”

They were standing face to face, the lack of furniture depriving them the luxury of sitting down.

“Very well. The first thing you should know is that I was exposed to red Kryptonite.”

Lena’s eyes widened imperceptibly, her lips quickly pursing in distaste as her left eyebrow rose.

“So you came all this way to accuse me, is that it? Even for you, Supergirl, this seems extremely convoluted.”

The blonde chuckled. “This is not it, Ms. Luthor."

“Then, what is it? Has the DEO proved its incompetence again? Do you need a cure that they cannot provide?”

“Oh, no, I don’t need a cure. The symptoms are not physical - red Kryptonite affects brain chemistry and reduces inhibitions to a level close to zero. And I didn’t come to accuse you. I know exactly who the culprit is - a stupid man named Maxwell Lord.”

“Then, what did you come here for?”

“How interesting,” Kara mused, as she started slowly circling around the CEO.

“What is?” Lena inquired. 

“You don’t seem afraid of me at all.”

“This version of you is actually easier to deal with than your usual self-righteous self.” Lena admitted, and Kara’s laugh rung out in the empty space.

“Tell that to my sister.”

“You have a sister?”

“Lena, Lena, Lena. Are we still playing this game?”

“What game?”

“The game where you pretend you don’t know who I am, and where I pretend you’re not smart enough to have already figured it out.”

“I- I don’t know what you are talking about, Supergirl.”

“Really, now? I don’t blame you for not wanting to see - I treated you horribly, after all, but I think we both deserve some honesty. So, let’s start from the beginning, shall we?”

Kara stopped in front of Lena, executing a bow reminiscent of medieval times, and raised her head as she spoke. 

“I am Kara Zor-El, heir of the El family and last daughter of Krypton. On this planet, I am known as Kara Danvers or Supergirl - though both are but shallow facets of a role I was forced to play.”

Lena stood for a moment, her lips parted and her brow furrowed, her green eyes pensive and guarded.

“Why are you telling me this now? What do you want from me?”

“I want you to stop trying to protect Kara Danvers. I want you to stop being afraid around Supergirl. I want you to hold me accountable as both my selves. I want you to know me and I want you to have me.”

Lena shook her head. “This is the red Kryptonite talking. Supergirl would never say something like this, would never endanger or entrust her identity to a Luthor-“

“I am not them, nor am I simply the sum of the two. I don’t need to be protected - and I am done hiding from you.”

“How can I trust anything you’re saying? How can I trust that you’re not manipulating me again, telling me what I want to hear?”

“You can’t. You can't trust me, and, quite frankly, you shouldn't. But you can trust yourself. Trust your darkness, calling mine.”

Kara took one step closer. Lena didn’t move. 

“Your instincts when they tell you I won’t hurt you.” 

Kara took one more step, getting dangerously near.

“You can trust your gut when it feels more at ease with Kara Zor-El than it ever did with Supergirl.”

Kara raised one hand and caressed Lena’s cheek, swiping her thumb gently on Lena’s lower lip, leaving a trail of goosebumps and a galloping heart in her wake.

“Your lips when they beg for my touch.” 

Her hand slid down on Lena’s hips.

“Your skin shivering under my fingers.”

Her movements halted and her voice became a murmur. 

“You can trust how much you want this,” she whispered against Lena’s lips.

And Lena surrendered in a breath and a surge forward, her lips crashing against crimson steel, her hands roaming the leather clad shape with barely concealed hunger.

Red pulsed on Kara’s throat and Lena kissed it, following the ominous light up to the goddess’s jaw, nipping and biting at the invulnerable skin as Kara slowly sunk to her knees for her.

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[crazymancrazy1]

Supergirl Cassidy stops the bad man's car!!!

Supergirl Cassidy in a compromising position, being remote- controlled by the Evil Sorceress!!!

Superwoman Blair to the rescue!!!

"Hold it right there, you evil villain," Superwoman Blair commands. "You're not going anywhere! Because I'm Superwoman Blair!!!"

"What? You slimy cretin! You actually have the nerve to talk back to Superwoman Blair???!!!"

"Whoops! Better duck into this naughty funhouse! Someone might have seen me transform into my true identity as Superwoman!!!!"

"I am Superwoman Blair! And you, miserable slime, are not going anywhere!!!"

[supercorpkid]

Powergirl Should Die - 2

Supergirl, Powergirl, B!D. Kara Danvers x BabyDanvers!Reader, Alex Danvers x BabyDanvers!Reader, Lena Luthor, J'onn J'onzz.

Word Count: 2840.

Part 1

Kara is the sunshine. It irradiates through her skin and you don't think there's a single soul that would be able to deny that. Your sister is always bringing good light wherever she might go. But you-

You were born to rain clouds. Always almost but never enough. Power, yes. But never Super. Even back in Krypton, you were always blessed in her shadow.

And that was fine, for most of your life. You didn’t care to hide away behind her at school. Didn’t care that when she moved to National City, you had to follow her too. But then she got you inside a skin tight suit, gave you a superhero name, and that was a little too much for you to bear.

Because now you are sleep deprived, too tired to function properly. Haven't rested a bit in days. Patrolling the city, watching everyone's step, listening to every heartbeat and shaky breath. Waiting for the worst.

It's not even that you can't rest because you don't have the time, that is only partially true. You have to go to the Museum and work. You haven't let anyone patrol the city ever since you saw that flash of red in Lena's surveillance camera. Even so, you would still have a couple of hours to nap, if only you could. If only you wouldn't wake up drenched in sweat from your nightmares.

All of them are about what's happening right now. You watch from afar seeing her blonde hair and red cape flying behind her while she writes the words that are now rooted in the depths of your mind. 

Powergirl should die. Why won't she die already?

"That's enough!" J'onn stops the arguing. His deep commanding voice is enough to make everyone shut up, including both of your sisters that had been yelling at you until a minute ago. "You are in a government space and some of you are public figures. I expect at least a little bit of decorum, and if that's not possible then the three of you should go talk somewhere private. Preferably at home."

"Fine by me." Kara says, hardening her jaw. "We're all going home." She speaks almost out of greeted teeth, only one eye blinks, so laser focus on you, it sends shivers down your spine. 

She picks Alex up, ready to fly away, but looks back at you before she does so, almost daring. You don't want to go home with them. All the previous yelling already made clear what their point was. You are getting obsessed with this 'Powergirl should die' thing. You're getting fixated, absorbed, borderline manomaniacal about it. Throwing blame around, wary of the people who are there to help you, snapping at your own flesh and blood. 

Yeah, yeah. No shit.

"Y/N, would you stay behind for a second?" J'onn says, and Kara furrows her brows at him. "She'll catch you in a moment, Kara. You and Alex can go."

"Alright." Kara leaves, but it is clear it wasn't ok by the way she said that. 

He starts walking and you follow him silently throughout the corridors of the DEO, and only stops in front of a lead covered room. "For privacy." He explains, pointing inside and you agree with your head walking in. "Would you like to tell me what the problem is?"

"Besides someone wanting me dead?" You snap. You can't really control how you sound right now, even though you wish you could. You're tired, scared, and suspicious of the very one person you should rely on the most. That makes everyone around you untrustworthy by default.

J'onn agrees with his head. And you bite the inside of your mouth to keep you from spilling the truth.

"Seems enough of a reason to me."

"You think Kara wrote it." He explains it further, saying what you've been thinking. At least someone had the courage to say it out loud. You sigh, looking down. 

It's wrong. Thinking your sister is the one writing all these terrible things about you. But what else would you think? It’s the only lead you have. The only one you need.

"It's a pretty big accusation."

You can't look him in the eyes. Even though you haven't directly said it, he could read all the messed up thoughts you were having about it. "You didn't say I was wrong."

"I didn't say you were right." J'onn counters, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "You're going to end up doing something you regret if you don't rest. I'm not going to argue you on this, Y/N. This is not a suggestion, it's an order from a superior. I am not giving you a shift tonight, and I hope that means you won't be on duty."

"What if the writing comes up again?"

"Then we clean it." 

"What if something more than the writing comes up this time?" You can't help the watery eyes when you say that.

He gives you a long pause, "Then we fight it."

Alright, well. You can't argue with that logic. And you also can’t argue with the fact that you are so tired, you might end up doing something stupid. 

So you agree that you won’t patrol tonight, trusting him on this, and leave the DEO. You are well aware that your sisters are waiting for you in Kara’s apartment, ready to tell you what to do. So before you face them, you send Lena a text.

You: Hey! You, me, Love Actually and Thai food tonight?

Lena: Yes, please. All of it sounds perfect ❤️

You smile at her text. Your heart doing a small loop inside you. Alright, now onto the hard part.

You fly in through the window and the second Kara notices your presence, she picks up the conversation from where it was left. 

“How long has it been since you've slept?” She asks, crossing her arms and Alex mimics her action right after. They look like two angry parents, and it makes you even more annoyed. They are not your parents. Your parents exploded 20 years before you even stepped foot on this planet, so. 

“I don’t know.” You mutter, knowing they wouldn't like the honest answer and having no energy to fight them.

“If you would just let me take over for you, mini me. I could patrol the city tonight. I promise I'll call you the second I see something suspicious and –”

“Yeah, ok.”

“What?” Kara and Alex stare at each other.

“I have direct orders from my superior to stay put. And I also have a date – I mean, a movie date – a movie thing with Lena tonight, so yeah. If you want to patrol the city, you do it.”

“Oh.” They stare at each other again, confused about your approach to this. You’ve been very demanding the past few days about how this is only about you and that no one else should get involved, and just one conversation later, you're quick to give up that control? Sounds weird. But they're not going to fight you on this, since it's exactly what they want. "Great! I'll do the patrolling and you do the date."

"And sleep." Alex adds. "Don't forget you need to sleep."

"Sure thing, mom." You force a smile then fly out of Kara's living room, and go back to work.

It’s a lot later that night when you give Lena the empty container of your already eaten Thai food, and snuggle up on her couch, throwing the blanket over your legs and trying to get as comfortable as possible. “Mmm, just FYI I might fall asleep during the movie.” You warn her. “I haven’t had a good night in a while.”

Lena hums her agreement from the kitchen, but soon she is back to her place next to you. “Something’s been worrying you?”

“I guess. But I don’t wanna bore you with that, it’s not something fun to talk about.” You smile when she gets under the blanket too, body so close her warmth irradiates through her skin. 

“You couldn't bore me if you tried, honey.”

“Au contraire, darling. I think everyone at the Museum would say I’m the most boring person alive.” You give her a side smile.

Lena shoots her head up, comically fast. She blinks at you, head clearly going one thousand miles an hour. She is thinking so hard, it's almost loud. You furrow your brows in confusion, while her mouth drops with a 'oh' sound. 

"You're ok?" You pat her leg.

There's no verbal answer. Lena's shaky hands make their way to the collar of your shirt and you sit up straighter trying to understand what's happening right now, and trying to predict what's going to happen next. 

“Lena?” You question her movements when she undoes the first button of your shirt. You swallow. It's not like you never once imagined this happening, but not like this. Not without love confessions and a whole lot of prior conversation.

“Lena, what are you doing?”

Lena doesn’t answer, doesn’t blink. Hands still shaking, but decisively making their way to the second button.

“Lena, please.” She undoes that one as well. And that's when it hits you. You are always wearing your supersuit attire under your clothes, so it's faster when you have to run out from work and such. Panic shoots through your body as you realize that if she unbuttons one more, she’ll be able to see your supersuit. You hold her hands to stop her. “Lena,” you try to smile even if your mouth is completely dry and your breath is stuck in your lungs. “Darling, shouldn’t you kiss me first, before trying to get me naked?”

Lena finally looks back at your eyes, a smile dangling on her lips to match yours. And then she gives you a smirk. “You’re not naked, though. Are you?” 

“Under my clothes? Yeah, I’m naked.” You lie with a fake chuckle. 

She untangles her hand from yours, places it behind your neck and brings your face closer. You hold your breath. Widen your eyes. This is happening. It's happening! You and Lena, it's finally happening!

“What’s going on with you tonight?” You stare down at her mouth. “I’m not complaining, I’m just confused.”

And that’s enough of a distraction for her to move her other hand and unbutton one more. Lena looks down at the white of your supersuit and the little bit of gold from the House of El crest. And you? You panic.

"I, um, I can explain." While your heart beats strongly into your ribcage and there's a loud buzz inside your ears. How do you explain yourself?

Lena seems to be inside her own little world while both hands now make all the way down undoing all of your buttons, opening your shirt to have the House of El crest staring at her in all its secrecy.  

"I'm sorry." You whisper, one tear rolling down your cheek. Because there's no explanation, really. Nothing you can say for yourself to stop Lena from hating you now.

She finally looks up to you, eyes tearing up as well, mouth agape to her recent discovery. You can see it all playing out in her eyes. She has the most expressive ones. Betrayal and anger, sadness and confusion. And then, a few seconds after two tears drop from her eyes, she raises her eyebrows at you. Eyes widening when something hits her.

"Powergirl should die." Lena whispers, swallowing deep. "Oh my God, Y/N. Someone is trying to kill you." 

She launches herself onto you, holding you tight. Her hand entangles on your hair, holding your neck strongly. 

"Oh, darling." She whispers, her body even closer now. You feel a kiss being planted on the side of your head, while you seek comfort on her arms, face buried on her neck. "No wonder you've been so careless."

"What?" 

"Au contraire, darling? Please, Y/N, I've never heard anyone say that except for you. And Powergirl, apparently." 

"Lena." You whine, embarrassed. Can't believe you made it that easy. You guess J'onn was right, you were about to do something stupid from the lack of sleep. "Someone wants me dead." You try to justify, earning a smile from her.

"You really are tired, huh?" She brings you closer again, kisses your temple. "You thought I was trying to get you naked, honey."

"Lenaaaa." You whine harder, face burning red from embarrassment. God, you're such a loser. "Can you please ignore everything I said tonight? I haven't slept an inch in four days."

Lena smiles fondly at you, while she strokes your cheek delicately. She plants a kiss there, then a light one on your lips. It's so soft, it holds no sexual implication. Just pure comfort. "Come on, Powergirl. You need a power nap."

"Oh God." You complain again, but soon Lena hugs you tight, and with your head on her chest, and Love Actually playing in the back, you're fast asleep. You don't even care if the writing shows up all over town tonight. There's no other place you'd rather be.

You wake up from your place on Lena's chest. Sometime last night she laid back on the couch and you curled yourself around her, not ready to let go. It was the first night you haven't had any nightmares.

You hear a few knocks on the balcony door, and you and Lena raise your heads at the same time to the intruder on the other side. Kara. She is smiling and waving, then she widens her eyes and turns around quickly. X-ray vision. You look down to Lena's body under yours, and your leg slotted between hers. 

"Oh my God. I'm sorry." You get up in a flash, shirt still hung open with a clear view of your supersuit. "Shit, fuck."

Lena gets up as well, trying to look less disheveled to your sister's eyes. And after you button up your shirt, you finally open the balcony door and clean your throat, so Kara can look back at you.

"Hi!" She tries with the biggest, most awkward smile ever. "Just, um, wanted to say that there's nothing new for me to, um, report?" 

You look back at Lena who knows exactly what Kara is talking about, but is looking down pretending she doesn't.

"I didn't mean to interrupt –"

"You didn't." You both are quick to say.

"Oh-kay?" Kara raises her eyebrows, a smile reaching her eyes, and you know exactly what she is insinuating. And sure, you thought the same thing last night, but you're both wrong.

"Can I get a ride?" You ask and Supergirl eagerly agrees. You turn back at Lena. "Thanks for –" You bite your tongue. You don't want to say anything in front of your sister. "Lunch later?"

"Lunch." Lena agrees with her head. And you smile before letting Kara pick you up and fly out of her balcony with you.

When you're out of sight, you untangle yourself and start flying next to her. "So no writing last night, huh?"

"Nope. Not even a kitten to rescue to keep me entertained." Kara grins devilishly at you. "You, on the other hand, was well entertained last night."

"Yeah, well. I slept for the first time in four days and had no nightmares. I'd say I was very entertained."

"Nightmares?" Kara stops flying, and you have to fly back a little, so you can talk face-to-face. "You haven't had nightmares in years."

"That's not true. I've been having them for… I guess, months now?" 

"Months?" Kara's eyebrows furrow so hard, her crinkle shows. "When did they start?"

"They're just nightmares, Kara." You argue, annoyed. But she looks at you with an expression you almost couldn’t read. It's a midst of worrisome and distrust. 

You furrow your own eyebrows, looking back at her. And then it hits you. The only reason you recognize this look, is because it's how you've been looking at her for the past four days.

"When did they start?" She repeats, strongly this time.

"I don't know." You lie. You know exactly when they started. Right after she gave you a superhero name and your first mission. Ever since, you haven't been able to sleep right.

"Let's make sure you don't have them anymore." Your sister finally breathes out. "Maybe you should try sleeping more times with Lena. It looks like she helps."

Wouldn't she like having you back at no patrolling so she can go back to the new way she found to be passive-aggressive and make you question your every single step?

"I'll pick up some extra shifts and I'm sure J'onn won't mind picking up some as well. That way you can rest your head a little."

You narrow your eyes at her, questioning her intentions. "Why don't you worry about your own enemies, and let me deal with mine?" 

She doesn't answer and you're certainly happy you rendered Kara Zor-El speechless for the first time all your life.

[marinawolf]

Obvious (SuperCorp)

by marinawolf

As promised- something for the supercorp girlies ❤️

So remember that post (this one) I made about Lena and Kara being totally obvious about their 'secret' relationship and Alex figures it out? Wellllll, I turned it into a fic with a bit of smut, so be warned. (a little teaser: only Lena Luthor can bring Supergirl to her knees.) Here you go:

"So, I was thinking we could maybe grab a drink after work today, Kara? Just you and I," James suggested, a hopeful smile on his face.

Kara hesitated, her mind already formulating a gentle rejection, when her attention was captivated by the sight of Lena, walking towards them from across the Catco bullpen.

"James..." Kara's voice trailed off, her focus shifting entirely to Lena. The world around her faded into the background and her breath caught in her throat. Lena looked absolutely stunning, and Kara couldn't help but feel a rush of desire course through her veins.

Lena's pants clung to her figure in all the right places, perfectly fitted to accentuate her curves. With every step she took, her movements exuded confidence and grace, drawing attention to her every sway. The way her hips moved in those pants left Kara captivated, her mind spiraling with thoughts of exploring every inch of Lena's exquisite form.

Her heels added an extra touch of allure, giving her an air of undeniable sexiness. With each confident stride, Lena seemed to command the room, turning heads without even trying.

Kara's eyes trailed up Lena's body, drawn to the sight of her unbuttoned white shirt. The top buttons were undone, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her collarbones and the gentle curve of her breasts. A delicate chain adorned her neck, its presence teasing Kara's imagination, making her yearn to trace its path with her fingertips.

Lena's hair was pulled away from her face, styled in a perfect ponytail that showcased her flawless features. Every strand seemed to fall into place effortlessly, accentuating the elegance and sophistication that radiated from her. Kara couldn't help but admire the flawless canvas that was Lena's face, her eyes fixated on Lena's mesmerizing blue-green gaze that held her heart captive.

Lena approached them, a knowing smile curving her lips as she looked at Kara. "Am I interrupting?" she asked, her voice filled with a playful edge.

Kara's response was immediate, her eyes lighting up as if James had ceased to exist. "No, not at all," she replied, her voice laced with affection as she turned her full attention to Lena.

James, caught off guard by the sudden shift in Kara's focus, tried to draw her attention once more. "Kara?" he called, hoping to regain her interest.

But Kara barely registered his words, her eyes locked with Lena's, a silent conversation passing between them. It was a magnetic attraction that defied reason, and Kara found herself lost in the depths of those enchanting eyes.

Snapping herself out of her reverie, Kara finally responded to James, her voice filled with a mixture of distraction and apology. "Sorry, James, maybe another time," she said, barely registering his disappointment. Kara could only focus on Lena.

"Hey, guys, have you seen the news?" a voice piped up, filled with urgency.

Kara turned to one of her fellow reporters, Jane, who had joined them without her even noticing, her curiosity piqued. "What's going on?" she inquired.

Jane held up her phone, displaying a series of alarming posts on various social media platforms. "There's a new terrorist group making waves online. They're threatening to bring Supergirl to her knees," she explained, her voice tinged with worry.

A smirk tugged at the corners of Kara's lips as she confidently responded, her blue eyes gleaming with playful defiance. "Oh, trust me, nobody can bring Supergirl to her knees," she replied, her voice laced with a hint of humor.

Just as Kara finished her sentence, her gaze instinctively shifted to Lena, who had been listening intently. To Kara's surprise, Lena raised an eyebrow, a playful glint dancing in her eyes. A surge of adrenaline shot through Kara's veins, her heart racing in response to the unspoken invitation hidden within Lena's gaze.

Before Kara could fully process the implications of Lena's expression, Lena spoke.

"Kara, could you please join me in the boardroom? There are some matters I'd like to discuss regarding your assignment for Friday night's tech event," Lena requested, her tone laced with professionalism.

Kara's breath hitched in her throat, a wave of anticipation washing over her. She couldn't resist the allure of Lena's invitation, knowing full well that their encounter in the boardroom would be far from a mere discussion of work.

She followed Lena to the boardroom, the anticipation building with each step.

Once inside, Lena closed the door behind them, enveloping the room in an air of secrecy and desire. Kara leaned against the door, raising an eyebrow playfully, a surge of anticipation bubbling inside her.

"What's on the agenda today, Boss?" Kara asked, her voice filled with a mixture of curiosity and longing.

Lena's eyes darkened with desire as she moved closer to Kara, their bodies now inches apart. Her fingertips brushed against Kara's cheek, tracing a path down her jawline. "Oh, just some urgent matters that require your undivided attention," she replied, her voice laced with seduction, her breath ghosting over Kara's lips.

Without warning, Lena's lips captured Kara's, the heat of their connection igniting a fire within them both. Their kiss was passionate and hungry, and Kara melted into it, desperately.

As they kissed, Kara reveled in the taste of Lena's lips, the softness of her touch. The world outside the boardroom ceased to exist as they lost themselves in each other, the kiss deepening with each passing moment.

In that stolen moment, Kara let go of her inhibitions. She surrendered to the intoxicating pleasure of Lena's kiss, her powers and strength fading in into irrelevance as Lena took control, claiming Kara as hers.

Their bodies pressed against each other, fitting together perfectly like pieces of a puzzle. Lena's hands roamed over Kara's body, teasing and exploring with a gentle intensity. Kara melted into the touch, her body responding to Lena's every caress.

Lena's touch ignited a burning desire within Kara, her knees weakening as Lena's kisses traveled down her neck. A soft moan escaped Kara's lips, a testament to the pleasure coursing through her veins.

Whispering against Kara's ear, Lena's voice carried a teasing tone, her breath hot against Kara's skin. "So, no one can bring Supergirl to her knees, huh?" she playfully remarked, her words laden with desire and a hint of challenge.

Lena's words sent a surge of desire coursing through Kara's body, her knees growing weak in anticipation. The challenge in Lena's tone was irresistible, and Kara's playful confidence melted away, replaced by a hunger for Lena's touch. Kara's pulse quickened, desire coursing through her veins. In that moment, she was all too eager to surrender to Lena, to let her take control, to submit herself to Lena’s mercy.

"I guess I was wrong," Kara whispered, willingly dropping to her knees.

--

Later that evening, inside the bustling DEO headquarters, Kara stood in her Supergirl suit as the team worked frantically to trace the elusive terrorists who had targeted Supergirl with their threats. Winn, her brilliant friend and the DEO's resident computer geek, furrowed his brow as he grappled with the complexities of their digital trail.

"They're rerouting their connection through multiple countries, making it difficult to trace," Winn explained, frustration lacing his voice. "But give me just a few minutes, and I'll have their exact location."

As the gravity of the situation settled over the room, Hank and Alex joined Kara, their expressions reflecting a mix of concern and determination. The theft of synthetic kryptonite from a secretive chemical company weighed heavily on their minds, amplifying the urgency of finding the culprits.

"Synthetic kryptonite is volatile at best and in the wrong hands could pose a grave danger," Kara reminded them, her voice resolute. "not just to me, but to anyone near it."

Hank nodded, his stoic presence exuding a sense of reassurance.

Alex, a blend of fierce loyalty and worry in her eyes, interjected, "We won't let anything happen."

As the team rallied, Kara's gaze involuntarily drifted toward Lena. Their earlier encounter in the boardroom remained fresh in her mind, the taste of Lena still lingering on her lips. Kara couldn't help but chuckle at the irony of the situation. Despite the terrorists' elaborate schemes, it was Lena's mere touch that held the power to bring Supergirl to her knees.

The room's dynamics shifted whenever Lena drew near. Each time Lena brushed past her, she faintly grazed her fingertips against Kara's waist, sending electric pulses through Kara’s body, teasing and tantalizing.

Amidst the turmoil, Lena dedicated herself to the cause, assisting Alex and Winn with unwavering determination. Her worry for Supergirl's safety mingled with her expertise, lending a sense of urgency to her actions. Kara marveled at Lena's intellect and resilience, grateful to have her as both her girlfriend and a formidable partner in their fight against evil.

However, shock rippled through Kara as her gaze inadvertently fell upon a vivid lipstick stain adorning Lena's neck and collar. Realization crashed over her, and she silently cursed herself for her oversight. In the midst of their passionate encounter, she had unwittingly left evidence of their intimacy.

Panic surged within Kara as she desperately hoped no one else had noticed. Her gaze darted toward Alex, whose inquisitive eyes seemed to linger on Lena's neck, a glimmer of suspicion flickering within them. She was certain that Alex would figure it out- she had helped Kara pick out that lipstick. The fear of their secret being exposed gripped Kara's heart, yet she masked her worry behind a confident smile, silently urging Alex to let it go.

Taking a deep breath, Kara refocused her attention on the task at hand. They had to locate the terrorists before they could carry out their nefarious plans.

--

The next evening, Kara and Alex settled on Kara's couch, ready for a well-deserved sister's night with popcorn and movies. The successful capture of the terrorists the previous night had left them both relieved, and this evening was their chance to unwind. Lena, unfortunately, was tied up with work at L Corp, as the recent acquisition of several smaller companies demanded her attention. Kara, missing Lena's presence, tried to push the thought aside and focus on enjoying the night with her sister. She pulled on her coziest clothes, ready to enjoy a fun night with Alex.

As they snuggled in, Alex's eyes narrowed as she noticed Kara's choice of attire.

"Kara, why are you wearing an MIT sweatshirt?" Alex inquired, her curiosity piqued.

Kara's mind raced for a plausible explanation. She fidgeted slightly, her nerves betraying her as she replied, "Oh, this? It's Lena's. I guess I borrowed it when I spilled something on my shirt. You know Lena," she laughed, nervously, "always willing to help. I didn't realize I had put it on."

Alex raised her eyebrows, a knowing smile tugging at her lips.

"Right," she said, "okay, then."

Relieved that her impromptu excuse seemed to have worked, Kara steered the conversation towards movie choices. "So, what are we in the mood for tonight? Comedy or action? I've got a few ideas in mind."

--

A few days later, Kara and Lena found themselves in the confines of a supply closet at the DEO, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. The intensity between them was palpable, fueled by the longing from being apart for two days as Lena returned from a business trip. Kara sat perched on a table, her legs wrapped around Lena, their bodies pressed against each other. Lena's shirt was partially unbuttoned, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of skin, while Kara's fingertips traced the contours of Lena's waist.

Lost in their own world of desire, Lena's lips trailed along Kara's neck, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from Kara. However, the blissful moment was abruptly interrupted by the faint sound of approaching footsteps. Kara's super hearing caught wind of the intruder, and they hastily separated, Kara's heart racing with the fear of being caught.

Lena quickly adjusted her disheveled shirt while Kara frantically fixed her hair, both trying to regain their composure. With trepidation, Kara cautiously opened the closet door, revealing Alex standing there with an amused smile and a steaming cup of coffee in her hand.

"Well, well, well," Alex teased, her voice dripping with mischief. "Seems like you two aren't as discreet as you think. It's getting a little ridiculous, don't you think?"

Kara stood there, her face flushed with embarrassment, unable to meet Alex's gaze.

"Uh, we didn't mean for anyone to find out yet," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lena's cheeks were tinged with a faint blush but Kara expected that it was due to their previous activity, and not embarrassment at being caught. Lena was too confident for that.

Alex took a sip of her coffee, unable to hide her amusement. "Well, clearly subtlety isn't exactly your strong suit, is it? But you know what? It's okay. Everyone at the DEO already knows because you two couldn't be more obvious if you tried. So, no need to hide anymore."

Kara and Lena exchanged a nervous glance before an unexpected burst of laughter escaped from their lips. The tension dissolved, replaced by a shared sense of relief and humor. In that moment, Kara realised that subtlety was simply not their style. How obvious had they been?

As their laughter subsided, Kara and Lena reached for each other's hands, their fingers intertwining effortlessly. They didn’t have to hide anymore.

—-

btw I love you guys! I have been writing these fics for so long and only recently found the courage to post them. whenever you comment on my fics, I get a little dopamine hit. So thank you. ❤️

[rpking99]

Find The Princess At The Beach

Closed with @sins-of-warriors

Continued from here

"It seems my Little Princess has regained some of her gull.." a very familiar voice of the commander creeped up into Diana's ear, how he found her was not important but the Fack that he did "maybe she needs another session with her master.." he walked confident until he sat over her legs, his tame crotch pressing into her magnificent butt and his hands resting on the amazonian broad shoulders.

"We gave you a break with the condition of a new test subject but here you are enjoying the sun... CADMUS doesn't like to wait.." his voice carried a heavy tone as his hands glide up to wrap around her neck, holding it with a soft grip.

"M-M-Master! I didn't know it was you! I thought you-you where another pervert, I'd already felt with twenty of them today!" Diana gasped out, moaning at his dominant and powerful touch

Her body shivering under his possesiveness

"Super.... Supergirl and... And Power Girl should... Should be here in a few days. They where running late because of... Of a meeting Power Girl had." She whimpered

[natalievoncatte]

cw: graphic violence, character death

Lena stared at the monitor and felt a tiny trickle of sweat bead down her cheek. There was a slight touch of resistance and friction as the thumb drive slid into the port on the keyboard. Once inserted, the drive loaded and the decryption program loaded. Lena typed the execution command presses the Enter key at the same instant she activated the timer on her watch.

If this worked, it would decrypt the files and give her full access in three minutes and forty-two seconds. Then, she’s have the truth, though she knew in her heart that she’d been lied to. If Lex had been truthful, if he really had been working on a cure for cancer with the Harun-El and trying to salvage his reputation before the tumors claimed him, he wouldn’t have carefully hidden these files and locked them behind military grade encryption. He would have been open and truthful.

“I see you found the files.”

She jumped at his voice, turning, trying not to feel the weight of the gun on her hip. Lex was observant; if she favored her strong side even a little, he would know. If she prematurely moved her blazer out of the way so she could draw, he would know.

“When you asked me to help you, you promised me no more secrets,” said Lena, “but you’re keeping encrypted files where you thought I didn’t know about them.”

He regarded her coolly, with the same impassive face that he’d shown her during hours camped across a chessboard, his shoulders hunched down and eyes focused on the invisible tides of the tiny battle happening on the grid between them. There was a glint of something in his eyes, despite the sallow skin, drawn thin by the disease that was ravaging his body and the treatment that was almost as vicious.

“True,” he said, “but some secrets demand keeping. Sometimes the lie is better.”

Lena stared him down.

“We both know you’ll crack my encryption protocols in a few seconds, sister. Why don’t I spare you the trouble? The password is ‘Bucephalus’.”

Lena studied him for a moment, then turned and typed it in.

“The authentication factor is 29539287,” Lex said.

Lena typed that in the second box.

She wasn’t sure what what she expected. Blueprints for a warsuit or an army of super soldiers or some other scheme. What she found instead was silent, black and white footage of Kara Danvers.

“What is this?” said Lena.

On the monitor, Kara was walking through an office; Lena immediately recognized CatCo. The camera angle changed, following Kara as she ducked through a door, weaving between pieces of caution tape warning of construction in the stairwell.

It changed again, and Kara *changed*. It was as if something had poured down her spine and expanded inside her. She seemed to grow three inches in height, and broader too, making it suddenly clear how her usual pastel button-downs struggled to constrain the powerful muscle in her arms and chest.

When the glasses came off, Lena knew. She swallowed, turning away as Kara, small on the screen, exposed the crest on her chest.

There was a beat of silence.

“You already knew,” said Lex.

Lena said nothing.

“How long have you known?”

“How long have you?”

“A few months.”

Lena sighed.

“The night some thugs tried to throw me off a building and Supergirl gave me the laughable excuse that she was having coffee with her doppelgänger in the middle of the night, when I happened to call her.”

Lex’s eyes were ever keen, appraising Lena’s every move. Then the twitch, the subtlest break in his poker face that told her everything.

“I knew before you did,” Lena added.

“So you did. When did she tell you?”

The look on his face was as bold a flourish as a gambler spreading his straight flush on a felt table. He was laying out his cards, after pushing in his chips.

“She didn’t.”

“Oh,” said Lex, and Lena almost fell for the sincerity in his soft, cancer-stricken voice. “I’m so sorry.”

Lena’s soft sniff and the sheer effort she poured into willing back her tears was not for show. The pain welled inside her, expanding until it felt like it would prise her ribs apart to escape. It crushed the words in her throat and made it impossible for her to speak.

“I know how you feel.”

Lena blinked.

“Things were like that with Clark at first,” Lex went on. “We were close, worked closely together. But then it’s all started falling apart. The accusations began. Superman would scold and humiliate me, and Clark Kent would play my friend. For a while I almost thought there could be… more, but in the end it was all a lie. I was tricked, just like you were tricked. These aliens are consummate liars, Lena. They cheat. Danvers doesn’t need your tells. She can hear your heartbeat and see the heat bloom on your skin.”

“You don’t know how I feel.”

“It’s a manipulation, Lena. It always was. You’re either useful to her, or she’s just keeping her enemies close. Either way, you need to open your eyes and see what’s happening here before she manipulates you and destroys you like the other one did to me.”

Taking in a slow breath, Lena said, “What are you suggesting?”

There it was, the faintest curl of his lips. Lex was always reliable, in that he overplayed his hand.

“In the end, Lena, you can only rely on blood.”

Lena let her face twist in anger and sorrow, letting the emotions flow.

Lex hobbled closer, leaning on his silver-headed cane. He looked pitiable, a drawn, thin mockery of the strapping young man he’d once been.

“I know this must seem overwhelming,�� said Lex. “But it’ll be alright. I have a plan. I just need you to play along with her a little longer. If you can get me into the Fortress of Solitude, I will-“

Lena drew her revolver in a single fluid motion and pressed the muzzle into Lex’s belly before pulling the trigger. The sound was deafening in the confined space of the lab, and Lex’s next words were lost in the ringing in her ears. The recoil send a shock up her arm, met by the twisting pain in her stomach.

Why did he make her have to do this? Why? Why couldn’t it have been real? Why couldn’t he have been good, like he was supposed to be?

Lex stared up at her, trying to choke out some message, a taunt or a warning or some fresh attempt to manipulate.

“She didn’t tell me, Lex. She showed me, the night she gave me this.”

Lena shook the sleeve from her left wrist, exposing the finely made links of what looked like red gold but was much stronger, set with blue diamonds crushed into being between the fingers of a god.

Lena aimed the gun at his head.

“I wish I were her. I wish I could do what she does. She always finds another way, a perfect solution. I found out about your plan days ago.”

“You don’t have the guts,” Lex choked out.

Lena pictures the design for the machine she’s discovered in his secret notes, the horror that he planned to inflict on Kara. He’d almost fooled her into thinking he’d changed.

“You won’t stop,” said Lena. “You’ll never stop hurting her. I can’t let you do it anymore. I’m doing this so she doesn’t have to. Because you’ll make her, eventually. She wouldn’t kill you to safe herself. I don’t think she’d even kill you to save me, but…”

“Wait,” said Lex.

“But the baby…” Lena whispered.

She pulled the trigger.

[bigbangsanvers]

Weightless

written by @purplecowboywombatgoth

Rating: Teen and up audiences

Warnings: None

Summary:

“We’re with you, Commander.”

It should bring Maggie comfort, she knows that, but she almost wants to scream at them to take the out.

Back on Akuze, her crew had no idea it would end up being their last mission. In this line of work, anyone hardly gets that heads up.

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After a mission goes awry on her watch, Commander Maggie Sawyer is transferred to the Normandy, a ship of outcasts lead by Captain Henshaw.

Unable to convince the Council of the impending dangers of an ancient race terrorizing the colonies, the crew sets off on a journey to see if they can prevent disaster. Decade-long secrets uncover, enemies start teaming up, and the Normandy picks up a reputation everywhere it docks, for better or for worse.

Even with the threat of imminent doom over their heads, Maggie finds that a certain recruit teaches her how to actually live the future she is fighting so hard for.

Additional tags: Alternate Universe, Mass Effect AU, you don't have to play the games to read the fic as i have made my own changes, Outer Space, Spaceships, mostly based on the first two games, i cannot get sanvers out of my head, not even when playing videogames, so the solution is to write 40k words about them in space

With art by @lamachingona

These works are part of Sanvers Big Bang 2024.