#alex x lena

[swanqueenelmaxshadowhunters]

"I know you. You saved my life."

It's the way Lena stops talking the moment she sees Alex, and the way she looks at her to me. The way her eyes roam over Alex from head to toe and she looks like a lioness ready to bounce onto her prey. And that prey is Alex. It's sooo gay lmao

This is NOT a post about superc0rp, in case y'all didn't notice. Sorry. I don't even ship them.

[magicalstripedhorse]

that hips touching “no personal space” kiss but as agentcorp

for a second i thought I'd forgotten how to draw them lol

[writershapeholeonthedoor]

Supercorp text messages

Staring: Traumatized Alex

[miss-skarlet-hrt]

I NEED HELP

I am asking for support on every social media I have.

I am asking my GF to marry me on November. I only need for you who are reading this write a message in a little piece of paper and to chose your favourite spot from wherever you are and take a picture.

Yes it has been done before and I don’t care because this is the closest I can get to show her how big is my love for her. Please help me.

The message is in Spanish because she doesn’t speak English but is the same message we all know.

“Ivonne, el amor que Alba siente por ti es tan grande que llego hasta (the place you’re from)”

Please help me out. I am tagging my fave fandoms so please help me out, creampuffs, supercorp, clexa, Calzona, everyone please! 🙏🏼

(Reference picture)

[kirsty585-scottiegirl585]

Just curious as to whether people are still interested in Alex Danvers/Lena Luthor? Picked up a story I began writing ages ago but I'm not sure whether people still read them.

It's a bit of a AU, bringing in themes from the Deus Ex universe (augmentations and biotech for those who don't know) with a slow burn between Alex and Lena. There will be some angst, some fluff, some violence and badass scenes, slight conspiracy plot, backstory peppered throughout.

So yeah just want an idea before I dive headfirst into a story that nobody will read 😂

[jellybabykid]

Chapters: 21/? Fandom: Supergirl (TV 2015) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alex Danvers/Lena Luthor Characters: Alex Danvers, Lena Luthor, Kara Danvers, Eliza Danvers, Lucy Lane (DCU), Samantha "Sam" Arias, Agent Vasquez (Supergirl TV 2015), Kelly Olsen (Supergirl TV 2015) Additional Tags: AgentCorp, Whumptober 2022, Day 8 head trauma, alt prompt 1 ringing ears, alt prompt 3 dazed and confused, Established Relationship, Head Injury, Memory Loss, Slow Burn Ish, Hearing Loss, Vertigo - Freeform, Established Agentcorp, Past Relationship(s), Past Alex Danvers/Lucy Lane, Whump, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Physical Disability, BAMF Alex Danvers, BAMF Lucy Lane, Not Canon Compliant, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Not Beta Read, mention of suicide, References to Depression Summary:

If we are the sum total of all our memories and experiences, who would we be without them? After Alex is involved in an incident on her way home, she is about to find out.

When she wakes up to a whole life she has no memory of, and which has now been altered irrevocably, a lot of work is needed to deal with the fallout. As someone who has never been known for healthy coping mechanisms, this is a big ask. But…if you don’t remember who you were, can you learn to be someone different?

Pretty much AU as while this draws from the main beats of cannon, Alex’s history gets a hefty rewrite. Chapter 21 Summary: Alex really, really needs to be careful what she wishes for, especially after what happened last time she wished for something - more info about her past - and ran into Lucy. Bored, you say? Don’t tempt fate, Alex.

[onceuponaweirdo]

I have a "character study" type of fic planned for Alex titled "Alex Danvers: Gay or Inappropriate?" Y'all, i have a deep desire to finish writing this and see were i was going with it 😭😭😅😅

[atomicjellyb3an]

Kara leaned in

Three years since the phenomenon that was “Kara leaned in” and we still have no explanation for it

You had to be there. It was trending on Twitter.

[femslashhistorian]

Second Thoughts by StarvingLunatic

AgentCorp (but also SuperCorp)

Part 1 of Counting Saga Series

Also on FFN: Chapter 3: Second Chance.

Summary: Lena’s heat strikes when Kara is off-world and she has no choice but to go to their agreed upon second to see her through her heat. The problem is Alex is the second and she and Alex don’t really get along. Still, Lena’s heat is coming and she needs someone to help her. 

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: F/F

Fandom: Supergirl (TV 2015)

Relationships: Alex Danvers/Lena Luthor, Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor

Characters: Alex Danvers, Lena Luthor, Kara Danvers

Additional Tags: Drama, Angst, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Verse, Girl Penis, Futanari, Partner Swapping, AgentCorp, SuperCorp, Lena Luthor Knows Kara Danvers Is Supergirl, Lena Luthor Needs a Hug, Established Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Alpha Alex Danvers

Language: English

[swanqueenelmaxshadowhunters]

I miss them

[natalievoncatte]

19. Bake

Leaning against the doorframe, Lena watched as Kara furrowed her brows in concentration so intense that it seemed her project might burst into flames. Literally. She was was craned over a cookbook on the counter and mumbling to herself about pearl-sized beads of butter and exactly what size a pearl is.

She never admitted it, but Kara sometimes she struggled with metaphors like that, little things that a human would know that eluded one of the last survivors of a doomed planet. The others, even Alex, thought it was cute or funny but they didn’t seem to notice the pain in Kara’s eyes or how lost she looked when she missed something others all knew.

Lena stalked up behind her and leaned over the counter beside her.

“Hey,” said Lena.

“Hi,” said Kara.

“What are you up to?”

“I’m making a pumpkin pie for tomorrow, but the dough doesn’t look right.”

Lena looked over Kara’s work and frowned. What she had was most definitely not pie dough. She then glanced at the fridge and saw the list of things Kara was trying to make.

“Hmm,” said Lena.

She opened the fridge and freezer and looked over Kara’s pantry and sighed.

This would not do at all.

“We’re taking a break,” said Lena.

“We?”

“Yes, we.”

In a few minutes she had an Instacart list cobbled together and had placed the order. Kara pouted when her attempted dough went in the bin, but Lena stood firm.

“Let me help you.”

Kara signed. “I want to do it myself.”

Lena’s heart felt like it was climbing up her throat. Kara was so effortlessly pretty that it was, frankly, unfair. Her glasses were off and her hair was pulled back in a low ponytail and Lena was obsessed. She had on a baggy t-shirt that softened her lithe, muscular frame and hung a little off one shoulder. She looked so soft despite the cords of steel hard muscle that flexed beneath her silky skin.

It made Lena a little panicky. Sometimes she’d think to herself that seeing Kara every time was just like seeing her for the first time, which was exactly like the first time she looked at another girl *like that* as if some pathway had just opened in her brain.

After the grocery order arrived and Lena bumped the driver’s tip to four figures for coming on the day before Thanksgiving, Lena set to work.

“I’ve never seen you cook,” said Kara.

“In the only one in the family who can,” said Lena, as she scrubbed a potato. “Lillian thought doing menial tasks was beneath our dignity, and forbade it. Of course I snuck out to spend time with the staff.”

Kara looked at her softly.

“Let’s get that pie in the works while these boil,” she said, slipping the potatoes into the pot.

Kara ended up helping more than anything, as Lena worked her way through the list.

“This way we’ll just have to make the turkey tomorrow,” she explained. “The rest will all be done and we’ll have some time to relax before everyone arrives. Is your mother coming?”

“She’s staying with Alex this year,” said Kara.

She was looking at Lena as she spoke, her voice a little distant. A shiver passed down Lena’s spine and she felt her cheeks pink a little, as she glanced away and turned back to grating frozen butter for the pie crust.

Kara sidled closer, seemingly reading the cookbook, but every time Lena looked over, Kara met her gaze and quickly turned away.

“Here you go, darling. Fold it like a letter, turn, fold it like a letter, turn. Do that three times, then back in the fridge for half an hour and we do it again.”

Lena was, in all honesty, doing the real work and giving Kara the simple tasks, like peeling the potatoes (which was easy, because she could not only do so without burning herself, but could also just reach into the boiling water to grab.)

Kara neatly folded the pie crust while Lena mashed the potatoes and pushed them through Kara’s sieve for perfect, Michelin-star restaurant smoothness. Lena was a little daunted by the “green bean casserole”, not exactly standard Luthor thanksgiving fare, but it was easier as she was watched Kara follow her instructions to knead dough for dinner rolls.

They worked in companionable silence, Lena doing one task while Kara did another, and slowly they built up an array of side dishes and a wonderful smelling pumpkin pie that Lena had to practically tear Kara away from. She almost wished she’d made a spare pie for Kara to eat right now.

“I’m huuuuuungry” she pleaded.

Looking over Kara’s now-full fridge, full of delicious Thanksgiving fare ready to be warmed in the oven, she pulled out her phone.

“We’ll get take-away delivered.”

Knowing what she was dealing with, Lena ordered enough Chinese for a small army and ended up picking at spicy beef and broccoli while Kara sat next to her, devouring her own body weight from five different containers.

“Here,” she said, offering Lena a fortune cookie.

Smirking, Lena popped it open and unfurled the little message.

“What’s it say?”

A great opportunity lies before you.

Lena laughed. “Nothing. Now we have to clean up, you know.”

“I can do that, you just relax.”

Lena sank back into the couch -she was tired- while Kara rolled up her sleeves and did the dishes, moving a little too fast for a human, at least until Lena looked over to watch her, studying the flexing muscles in her forearms as she worked. There was something playing on the tv, but it was vastly less interesting.

Kara smelled pleasantly of soap when she plopped on the couch, rocking Lena towards her. She sank back and sighed, letting her head loll over so she could look at Lena.

“Thank you for doing all that work. I’d have been hopeless without you.”

“It was my pleasure,” Lena said, softly.

It was getting late, the sun having long set; they’d toiled in the kitchen past nine o’clock.

It was time for Lena to go home.

Kara looked pensive, pretty eyes downcast.

“You’re coming back tomorrow, right?”

It was an absurd question, profoundly silly, even. Lena had been to every Danvers family get together for the better part of three years now (there was that one missed year, gaping like a void in her chest, but that was over now, they were better, she wouldn’t spend another Thanksgiving drunk on her sofa and sobbing ever again)

Lena wished she’d opened one of the wine bottles. She needed a little help with her courage. Her voice cracked a little when she managed to say, “It’s getting late. I could just stay.”

Her heart was pounding.

Kara’s hand slid along the back of the couch and she crooked one of Lena’s curls around her finger, playing idly with it. They sat close, turned into each other, almost touching.

“You can have the bed,” said Kara. “I’ll sleep on the couch.”

Lena felt her throat go dry, and squeezed her hands together to keep them from shaking. She was as nervous as a schoolgirl, and it was weirdly delightful. Kara was watching her cocky confidence and a crooked smile.

“I wouldn’t want to put you out,” said Lena. “I trust you to keep your hands to yourself if we share the bed.”

“What will you sleep in?”

“Won’t you let me borrow something?”

Kara made a little gesture with her head. Lena nodded and headed behind the partition that made up Kara’s “bedroom wall” and turned to the clothes rack that served as her closet. Hand trembling, she swept each item aside, stopping when she found an old hoodie.

It was threadbare and the drawstrings were missing and it was much too large for her, but it was perfect, a maroon Midvale High sweatshirt. Lena carefully laid it out on the bed and in a single nervous, trembling motion, pulled her top over her head and set it aside.

It was chilly in the apartment, and her skin pricked with goose pimples as soon as the air hit it. She licked her lips nervously and popped the clasps on her bra before discarding it and dumping the sweatshirt on over her bare skin. The hem hung well below her waist.

Feeling her pulse in her throat, she pushed her leggings down and stepped out of them, then padded back out on bare feet, toes curling from the cold floor.

“You coming?”

Kara’s eyes went comically wide when she saw her, gaze instantly drawn to her pale legs.

“Yep.”

Lena retreated to the bedroom… then realized that Kara hadn’t changed. Lena was standing there awkwardly when Kara strolled around the partition and, in a slightly too hurried motion, pulled her own top off.

She was facing away, her back flexing magnificently as she stretched, now clad only in a soft black sports bra. Lena knew she was staring as Kara pushed her jeans down, revealing a pair of flannel boxer shorts beneath. She turned and looked at Lena.

Oh holy fuck, Lena thought.

“I usually just sleep like this,” Kara said, her voice quivering a little. “Is that okay?”

Lena nodded.

She climbed into the bed, sort of precariously parking on the edge. Kara lifted the covers and slid under, her weight on the mattress making it curve towards her, as though Lena were drawn, by gravity, to her embrace.

She let it take her. She ended up right next to Kara, and the lay turned on their sides towards each other.

Lena wanted to scream. This was a terrible idea.

“Hi,” Kara whispered.

“Hi, yourself,” said Lena.

God, she was right there, those muscles, the silky golden-tanned skin of her long legs (how did she have a tan in November?!), the supernaturally perfect blonde curls, and those big, pretty blue eyes just drinking her in.

Lena snuggled up under the blankets, shifting closer.

“So we’re sleeping in the same bed,” said Kara.

“Yes, I see we are. Though neither of us appears to be sleeping.”

“True,” said Kara, “though one might say that we’re about to sleep together.”

“One might,” Lena agreed.

“English is such a funny language. Someone might be confused if I went around saying I sleep with Lena Luthor.”

“Some might be jealous,” said Lena, arching a brow.

“Well of course. They don’t know what a little snuggle bunny you are.”

Lena grinned foolishly, trying to hide it behind the baggy sleeve of Kara’s sweatshirt.

“You’re wearing my clothes, too. Someone might say we’re going steady.”

“Aren’t we? Neither of us had been on a date with anyone in years.”

Lena wanted to feel bold, she really did, but she was so nervous she could barely breathe.

“Are you okay, baby?” Kara whispered. “Your heart is going really fast.”

Lena nodded. “I’m okay, just, um.”

She felt so silly. Here she was, bold, sassy, uber-confident battle bisexual Lena Luthor utterly tongue tied and helpless and in bed with her best friend.

Kara shifted closer, then closer still. Lena thought she might literally depart from her body when Kara’s legs tangled gently with hers. She stared in astonishment when Kara gently rolled her on her back… by climbing on top of her, slipping an arm around her back while the other hand brushed loose locks from her eyes and swept around to cradle the back of her head.

“Are we really doing this?” Lena choked out. “What are we doing?”

Kara’s face filled her vision, inches from kissing her. Hot breath ticked her lips.

“I think the real question is why did we wait so long?”

“If you don’t kiss me, I’m going to die.”

Kara did, dipping down slowly to brush her lips lightly over Lena’s in the most teasing, potent first kiss she’d ever had, a kiss to make her forget all her other firsts. Then Kara kissed her harder and Lena could feel the need in her, hunger and passion pent up for years.

She responded with her own, pressing her hips up to meet Kara.

“You took my favorite hoodie.”

“I did.”

“Be a good girl, and give it back.”

Lena, it turned out, was a very good girl.

When she woke up the next… noonish, she was still feeling the afterglow. Kara was passed out and snoring next to her, arm casually thrown over Lena’s belly. She slipped out from under it and stretched in the sunlight before pulling the hoodie back on. She’d have to find something more proper to wear, after a shower and some breakfast. She didn’t want to spoil her dinner, but she was hungry. Kara had been… exhausting, honestly.

She wanted to do a little dance, right until she walked out into the main area of the loft, bare-assed and hoodie-clad, and found herself face to face with Alex and Eliza Danvers.

“What are you doing here?” Lena and Alex both yelped at the same time.

Eliza was beet red, but said, “Ah, hello, Lena. You came early?”

(And often)

“I, um, that is, I, we…”

Eliza was bemused now, giving her a motherly smile.

“Why don’t you go change and wake Kara up?”

Alex continued to stare at Lena, the wheels almost audibly spinning in her head.

“Okaygoodidea,” Lena chirped out, awkwardly tugging her sole garment down as she darted back into the bedroom.

A few minutes later, Lena was in the shower while Kara very loudly explained the merits of texting first or just knocking on the door like a normal person, while Alex snapped back that it was technically still her apartment.

When she finally emerged in Kara’s flannel and Kara’s jeans, Alex and Kara were still bickering while Eliza was simply staring at the contents of the fridge. Lena walked over awkwardly (for multiple reasons) and rubbed at her arms.

“I helped Kara get all the other dishes ready. We only have to worry about the turkey.”

Eliza looked up and smirked at her.

“May I just say… it’s about time, sweetheart.”

[jeridandridge]

Supercorp media post #2 ft Alex and Nia!

[90s-kid-sad-adult]

Lena would tear the world asunder just to save Kara

[confused-bisexual]

[kirsty585-scottiegirl585]

Title: Beneath the Surface

Chapters: 16/17

Fandom: Supergirl

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Relationships: Alex Danvers/Lena Luthor

Characters: Alex Danvers, Lena Luthor, Kara Danvers, Lucy Lane, J'onn J'onzz, Winn Schott, Lillian Luthor

Additional Tags: Elements from Deus Ex, human augmentation, Slow Burn, Whump, BAMF Alex Danvers, Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe, Alex Danvers Needs a Hug

In the wake of a harrowing ordeal that leaves her forcibly augmented, Alex Danvers grapples with her new reality and the profound changes within herself. As she navigates this uncharted territory, a looming threat casts a shadow over her journey, challenging her to redefine what it means to be a hero. With Kara and Lena by her side, Alex must confront not only the external forces that seek to exploit her newfound abilities but also the internal struggle of accepting who she has become. Together, they embark on a perilous quest to thwart a sinister plot that threatens their bond and the very fabric of their world.

[jellybabykid]

Chapters: 22/? Fandom: Supergirl (TV 2015) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alex Danvers/Lena Luthor Characters: Alex Danvers, Lena Luthor, Kara Danvers, Eliza Danvers, Lucy Lane (DCU), Samantha "Sam" Arias, Agent Vasquez (Supergirl TV 2015), Kelly Olsen (Supergirl TV 2015) Additional Tags: AgentCorp, Whumptober 2022, Day 8 head trauma, alt prompt 1 ringing ears, alt prompt 3 dazed and confused, Established Relationship, Head Injury, Memory Loss, Slow Burn Ish, Hearing Loss, Vertigo - Freeform, Established Agentcorp, Past Relationship(s), Past Alex Danvers/Lucy Lane, Whump, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Physical Disability, BAMF Alex Danvers, BAMF Lucy Lane, Not Canon Compliant, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Not Beta Read, mention of suicide, References to Depression Summary:

If we are the sum total of all our memories and experiences, who would we be without them? After Alex is involved in an incident on her way home, she is about to find out.

When she wakes up to a whole life she has no memory of, and which has now been altered irrevocably, a lot of work is needed to deal with the fallout. As someone who has never been known for healthy coping mechanisms, this is a big ask. But…if you don’t remember who you were, can you learn to be someone different?

Pretty much AU as while this draws from the main beats of cannon, Alex’s history gets a hefty rewrite.

Chapter 22

Summary: Alex is as much of a hero as her sister, if not more so, as a mere human. So why is that word so hard for her to say?