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amaltheaz · 4 years ago

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but i know something's starting right now

length: 1,403 words

rating: general

ship: kara danvers/lena luthor

summary: the past few weeks have been a whirlwind in Princess Lena’s life, and if she had to think about it, it all started after she survived an unforgiving storm over a relentless sea.

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The past few weeks have been a whirlwind in Princess Lena’s life, and if she had to think about it, it all started after she survived an unforgiving storm over a relentless sea.

There's not much that she remembers from that particular day past from the moment rumbles of thunder and the crack of lightning began, to saving her beloved dog, Max, from the burning ship. There’s not much else she remembers, except perhaps, for that voice. The voice that could only have belonged to a siren, beautiful and haunting. The very same voice that’s been lingering in her dreams and invading her thoughts ever since that day.

Her life really hasn’t been the same since that day.

When she tried explaining it to her trusted advisor, Jack told her simply that she had been mistaken, that she was probably hallucinating after being so close to death, that there had been nobody else around but Lena, washed up on the shore with her clothes tattered by the ordeal. But it was real, she knew that it was. She might have been groggy, dazed and confused when she first opened her eyes but there was no mistaking what she felt as she slowly came to consciousness, fingers gently almost reverently trailing down her cheek.

Lena is nothing but stubborn and completely bullheaded when fueled by the insatiable need to prove that she’s right. And if she can rub it in Jack’s face afterwards, all the better.

Day after day, she went back to the beach, to the very same spot where Jack found her, in the hopes that she would find the owner of that voice. To no luck. As the week ended and another followed, Lena had been close to giving up. She couldn't just spend the rest of her days searching for a ghost when her kingdom needed her to look after them.

But all was not lost on one fine day.

Blue eyes struck her still to the ground when their gazes met once Lena managed to calm Max down from bothering the stranger. As blue as the deep, fathomless ocean that has called to Lena ever since she was a little girl and she felt as equally drawn to this strange woman as she does the sea. There was just… something about her that felt warm and—familiar. Lena had thought that maybe she finally found her hero, the one that saved her from drowning to the bottom of the ocean along with the shipwreck. But when no sound came once she opened her mouth, Lena's hopes were dashed once again.

Still, it seemed like the woman had nowhere else to go, what with the ripped sheets that were clearly taken from the billowy sails of a ship, tied around her body. Lena felt compelled to bring her back to the castle, to take care of her, to protect her. She didn't know why, just that she felt a burning need to do so.

And though she can't talk, she is certainly the most curious person Lena has ever met, her face the most expressive out of anyone Lena has ever known. So earnest and genuine in the way that she smiles so easily at everybody she meets, immediately brightening their day. And she isn't the only one. Though Jack has been reticent at first, Lena has never seen him nor the rest of her royal staff seem so animated or so enamoured with anybody, not even with the young princesses that travelled from far and wide to seek her hand in marriage. Her very affable presence made Lena realize how truly lonely she has been since she lost her family so many years ago, and Lena doesn't know what she is to do if she ever loses her.

Without even uttering a single word, this woman brought the castle and all who live in it, especially Lena, back to life.

In those first few days that she stayed with them, Lena couldn't help but notice her guest’s eccentricities, the way she acts like she has never seen most of the things that Lena had shown her. How things just seem so new to her. Lena had already assumed that she’s a stranger to the kingdom itself but it almost seems like everything is a stranger to her. It had been simply endearing to witness.

Hence why Lena has taken it upon herself to take her on a tour around the kingdom and the surrounding lands. And since then, she has learned quite a few more things about her friend, some of which were:

She has an unbridled enthusiasm for new experiences and a clear desire to learn… everything. Something that Lena herself knows a thing or two about.

She doesn't seem to be a fan of the seafood that the staff brings her to eat, always opting to eat other meats they have to offer.

She has… an odd fascination with her feet, often looking down at them as if they're completely brand new to her.

She has a keen love of music, always wanting to stop whenever they pass a musician or a band of them.

It came to no surprise then, that once Lena taught her how to, she makes for a graceful dancer.

She also makes for a terrible and dangerous driver. Never again will Lena offer her the reins to the horses. Lesson learned.

This late afternoon, they're getting on a small boat in a secluded lagoon now. It's one of Lena’s favorite spots throughout the kingdom and she wanted to share it with her friend. Somehow, Lena had a gut feeling that she would enjoy seeing the sunset. Lena’s heart flutters at the giddy smile that beams her way as she starts to row them forwards.

It won't be too long until the sun begins its descent into the horizon.

Once they're a good enough distance from the embankment, Lena takes her hands off the oars, allowing their boat to simply drift. It's not a terribly large body of water and she has been here so many times before that Lena isn't too concerned about losing her sense of direction.

She takes a moment to watch her friend, watches as her blue eyes hungrily take in their surroundings, seeming to giggle happily at the line of ducks following the trajectory of their boat. Lena watches her dip long, graceful fingers into the water, trailing delicately over the surface. There's a wistful, almost sorrowful expression on her face that disappears as quickly as it comes. Lena doesn't know what it was that might have caused her friend such pain but she has seen it occasionally enough to know that she doesn't like it at all. So she decides to attempt a distraction.

“You know,” she starts, waiting for those blue eyes to look back up at her, “we’ve been spending all of this time together and I—wow, this is kind of embarrassing. I don't even know your name?” She laughs though she catches a spark of interest then, a whisper of a smile that encourages Lena to continue. “I’m not really good with names but I can try guessing?” She waits for a nod. “Okay, how about um… Veronica?”

She barks out a laugh at the look of utter disgust on her new friend's face. “Okay, not Veronica. How about… Andrea?” she asks, receiving a thoughtful look and then a shake of a head in response. “This is going to be more difficult than I thought. Hmmm… Sam?”

“Kara. Her name is Kara.”

Lena doesn't even think to question who might have whispered that, especially when there is literally nobody else there. Something just feels right about that name though,,. “Kara?” she voices, quiet and unsure when the smile on her friend’s face brightens as she nods. “Kara?” she asks once again, a little more confident when the nod becomes more fervent. An ache twists in her chest at how her friend’s happy smile turns into something so beguiling and absolutely breathtaking. She takes in a deep breath. “Okay… Kara,” she whispers softly. An unknown impulse drives her to grab hold of Kara’s hand with her own, her heart pounding in her chest when Kara laces their fingers together.

She doesn't notice the sun beginning to set, or the direction that their boat is taking or the faint, whispering sounds of nature around them.

Lena’s world simply narrows to the deep, fathomless blue of Kara’s eyes staring intently back at her.

#supercorp #supercorp fanfic #my fic #the little mermaid au #dont mind me #just writing another disney au #like i do #at this point i feel like its my Thing lmao

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skyprincesscommander · 5 years ago

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A Heart in Crisis

Summary: Angst, post Kara finding out the truth - The Monitor delivers a prophecy of Kara’s death, and Lena isn’t dealing so well.

The irony was almost poetic. Not long ago, Lena had lied to Kara about seeing apocalyptic visions in her dreams. Now, she was living that reality. Every time Lena closed her eyes, she saw her world die.

It started with the visions she’d seen before but didn’t truly understand at the time. Nanobots consuming Supergirl in Jack’s lab. Kara crashing into the ground, bloody and broken and a breath away from death after her fight with Reign. Kryptonite infecting her body from her toes to her eyelids as the very air poisoned her, lighting up her veins with sickness.

It only went downhill from there. Lena started dreaming about her own simulations, watching Kara die by her own hand. When she awoke she would run to the bathroom, emptying the contents of her stomach (which unfortunately did not include the crippling anxiety that seemed to find its home there). She had even shut Hope off entirely, dizziness overcoming her the second she heard that automated voice. Hope only ever inquired as to her well-being, but all Lena heard was a robot who had offered to kill Supergirl.

Finally came the images she’d never seen before. The Monitor with his hands around Kara’s neck. Anti-matter consuming only her, leaving the world untouched around it. And no matter which dream her mind chose from the lottery, it always ended with his voice.

“In order for billions to survive this coming crisis, Supergirl must die.”

That was the message the Monitor had brought. They had all stood frozen - Alex, Brainy, Jonn, Nia, and Lena, until Kara flew off into the sky, not willing (or able) to look or talk to any of them. It was Brainy who approached Lena, concern painting his features. She had not moved for ten minutes.

“I don’t think I have a big enough box for this,” she whispered to him. Brainy just stood awkwardly beside her, his own boxes not sturdy enough to stop the flow of tears. It’d been two weeks since that day, and they still hadn’t spoken. Whether it was because of Lena’s own lies or because of Kara’s impending doom - it did not matter. All that mattered was that each day was another day closer to reaching Kara’s fate, and every morning when Lena woke it was like a new setting had been added to her panic meter. Inside, Lena felt like there was a doomsday clock ticking on her heart. For whether they were best friends or worst enemies, that was exactly what Lena would lose.

Her sole focus became researching anti-matter. She’d never been a religious person, so as far as she was concerned, God and his prophecies could go fuck himself. Just because she wasn’t speaking with Kara didn’t mean she couldn’t help. Alex, while wearing a harsh scowl, gave her bits and pieces of information, but it made no difference. There was not enough time in the universe, apparently, for her to fix or even understand this problem. She stayed in the lab for three days, avoiding dreams and barely eating. When she practically collapsed on one of her test tubes, Lena knew it was time to go home. Without the strength to make it to her room, Lena collapsed on the couch with the sound of the television in the background to hopefully block her dreams. Her rest doesn’t last long. She wakes in a sweat, the Monitor’s words still echoing in her ears. However, it’s when she sees Supergirl on the television, battered and bruised from her latest battle, that all thought of sleep flies from her mind. First, she has to pinch herself, squeezing her eyes together to try and wake up once more. Kara has a single cut on her forehead from the battle, but Lena knows how the rest of the story will go. When the news story changes three minutes later, Lena cries with relief. However, her tears turn hot and angry quickly, and before she can change her mind Lena hits the S on her watch, right before throwing it against the wall. Somehow it still shocks her how fast Kara arrives, even after everything that transpired between them. With a whoosh and a thud, Kara barrels into the apartment, scanning the area for immediate danger before focusing on Lena. Behind the look of panic in Kara’s eyes, there is only exhaustion. It is the look of a woman whose mind and body have not stopped moving for days. Lena recognizes the image like it is an old friend. With one hand, Kara rubs the worry from her face, replacing it with exasperation.

“Lena, no matter what happens, I will always be here to help you. But the next time you hit that watch there better be a real--” The still bleeding cut on Kara’s forehead snaps Lena into action. “What the hell is wrong with you? Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

The words are unexpected, and Kara doesn’t have an immediate response for Lena. Instead, Kara’s face scrunches and she stares at Lena as if trying to see inside her mind. Considering the x-ray vision, Lena guesses that with the intensity of her gaze, that could be exactly what Kara is doing. Lena tries to remain as stoic as possible, pushing her anger to the forefront and allowing it to seep into each muscle to hide everything else she is feeling underneath. Seeming to give up on observing Lena, Kara sighs. “What do you want from me?” “For you to stop being a moron.”

“Which would include, what, exactly? For me to stop saving people? To run away from this Crisis?”

“To act like you don’t have a death wish!” “No! You don’t get to do that!” Kara bellows, edging closer with her finger pointing right between Lena’s chest. “You don’t get to worry about my fate when you’ve been killing me inside your head for months.”

One more thing Lena had to thank Leviathan for: knowing what happened inside her simulations and making sure to tell Kara. Lena’s heart winced, and as much as she wanted to unleash on Kara, to accuse her in return and make her hurt as badly as she was, Lena had no time to be distracted from the issue at hand. “Haven’t you ever heard of a self-fulfilling prophecy, Kara?” Kara turned to leave, exiting out the balcony door. “I don’t have time for this.”

Lena followed after her. “Croesus, the King of Lydia, asked the Oracle of Delphi in Greece if he should go to war with Persia. The oracle tells him that if he goes to war, he will destroy a great kingdom. So he does. But Croesus loses, and has to admit that it was his own empire he destroyed.” With a hand on the balcony’s edge, Kara faces Lena. “What’s your point, Lena?” “Believing that you are going to die might be the only reason you eventually do.” She throws the words into the air like punches. “The Monitor must know this and you are playing into his hands.”

There was no flicker in Kara’s eye that told Lena she was learning new information. In fact, the words seemed to bounce of Kara like they were bullets that had been shot at her a hundred times before. In front of Lena’s eyes, Kara transformed. The invulnerable hero deflated like a puppet whose strings had been dropped. “Whether that’s true or not,” Kara began softly. “If the Monitor knows what we must do to defeat this Crisis...then that’s what we must do.” Lena could feel an eruption rise inside of her. Of what, she couldn’t be certain. Anger, despair, sadness, desperation...she had been blocking her own emotions for a lifetime and could barely identify them anymore. That’s why Kara was different. For three years, she had made Lena feel every day, Lena being unable to build a wall strong enough to block out the girl of steel. Even after learning of Kara’s betrayal, Lena was helpless against the Kryptonian, and that absolutely terrified her. But not more than her dreams. And not more than the crestfallen look on Kara’s face.

“You’ve given up.” Kara clenched her fists. “We have to save the universe, Lena, no matter the cost.”

“You are my universe, Kara!” Without meaning to, Lena marches up to Kara, their faces inches away from each other. So close together, Lena could identify the wet blanket covering Kara’s eyes, though it becomes obscured when her own vision turns blurry. She ignores the tears, though it’s harder to ignore Kara’s sharp intake of breath or the newfound proximity of their bodies. She presses on regardless. “Why do you think I did it all? I was told that my entire universe was a lie. The very foundations of my life were taken from me. The one thing that made me believe in people, in goodness, in myself...” Lena trailed off, giving up on keeping her composure.

Kara’s lips began to quiver. “Why didn’t you just tell me that? Instead of pretending you were fine?” The words come out as a squeak, slipping between sobs. Lena scoffed, though it came out as more of a hiccup. “And have an honest conversation? How was I supposed to do that when we’ve never had one before?” Kara brings a hand up to Lena’s cheek, stroking away her tears with her thumb. Lena doesn’t have the energy to pull away, nor does she want to. The soft comfort in Kara’s eyes is like a gravitational pull, barely allowing Lena to blink. “I wish I had the time to apologize one thousand times over,” she begins, something laced in her tone that Lena does not have the capacity to hear. “If it took the rest of my life, I would spend every day trying to convince you how sorry I am. Call me an idealist, but, even if that life is cut much shorter than I thought it would be...I still hope I can.”

Every piece of armor fell from Lena’s body in a single breath. She raises her hand and places it over Kara’s, leaning her cheek against Kara’s palm. Her eyes shut as she tries to stop more tears from escaping, having lost enough over the past few months. “Please, Kara. Please, fight this.”

Kara presses her forehead to Lena’s. “I promise, I will always fight for you.” Kara kisses Lena so softly that it could almost have been mistaken for the wind. Lena can’t help but react immediately, pressing back harder and searching for more. She needs more. Time is ticking in her ear, the air getting thinner around her, and her breath dissipating from her lungs. But none of it matters if she can keep Kara on that balcony with her - not even the entire universe vanishing. But too much has happened. The mixed taste of tears on their lips remind them of everything that has transpired in the past months, the conversations they haven’t had, and the boxes Lena hasn’t opened. Kara pulls back first, their eyes meeting and glimmering with all those unspoken words. Lena swipes her finger slowly over the cut on Kara’s forehead, but the intimate gesture combined with longing stares becomes too much to bear for either of them. Without a word, Kara steps away. She keeps her gaze locked with Lena’s as she walks backward, one, two, then three steps. Lena becomes aware of nothing else in the world but the space between them. Somehow, even after the last few months, Kara had never seemed further away. “How could you think I would want you to die?” Lena rasps. Kara begins to float, hovering underneath dimmed stars. “It’d be easier if you did. I wouldn’t have to say goodbye.” In an instant, she vanishes, and Lena is left alone with her despair and the words that were left in the air unspoken.

I hope you enjoyed! I am so excited for Crisis - is it too much to ask for Kara to temporarily die and for Lena to be present? Maybe? Part 2

#supercorp #supercorp fanfic #kara danvers #lena luthor #crisis on infinite earths #also i hate coming up with titles #supergirl #supergirl fanfic #my fanfic

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fulcrumahsokaamidala · 6 years ago

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Happy Saturday!!! So this is me thanking awesome fanfic writers for their amazing work. ♥️ I want to recommend spectacular fanfic stories I read this week! ♥️ They are posted in the order I read them. This is something that I want to continue moving forward, and all posts will be tagged #saturday spectacular fic rec

| ONE | (Oliver The Footballer) by @someonesaidcake | Arrow | WIP

Summary: Felicity Smoak had a plan; to save enough money to kick her monotonous job and start up the company of her dreams. She made good plans, solid plans, attainable plans.

He was never part of her plan.

His name was Oliver Queen, the reclusive Brazilian football star with a broken smile and a story to tell.

He'd never planned on her either.

Surprise Children by @icannotbelieveiamhere | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: Oliver has just let William leave with his grandparents. He wants to protect William and keep an eye on his son but he needs help from an old friend in Central City. Felicity is acting strangely after her phone call.

His Girl Wednesday by BlueBayou | Arrow | Completed

Summary: Missing her interview for a position in the IT department of QC, Felicity Smoak meets Oliver Queen, son of the CEO and future CEO himself. Only Oliver doesn’t take the company as seriously as he should and after yet another fiasco with his assistant, his mother decides to take matter into her own hands and select one with more qualifications than long legs and deep cleavage. In an effort to get her off his back, he pretends he already hired one: the blonde nerdy girl he met a few minutes ago.

Or when Arrow and Ugly Betty crash in my head (except we all know Felicity could never be ugly). It is mostly Arrow, I borrow a few plot ideas/characters from Ugly Betty.

The Cuff Links by @realityisoverrated-fic | Arrow | One-shot

Summary: On the day of Robert and Oliver's funeral Moira gave Tommy a pair of Robert's cuff links that were always intended for Oliver. Tommy finds the perfect occasion to fulfill Robert's original intentions.

Workouts and Babbles by ElasticMonk | Arrow | WIP

Summary: Oliver comes to the rescue of one cute blonde at his gym just as Felicity stumbles upon one handsome mayor at her gym. They both have something in common, but will it bring them happiness?

He's Just The Nanny by @oliversmuse | Arrow | Completed

Summary: Oliver Queen has been working as a Nanny for the last 5 years when suddenly the family he is working for is transferred to another city. Open for a new assignment he is sent to the home of Smoak Technologies CEO Felicity Smoak and is hired on the spot to watch her three year old daughter, Ellie. As the weeks pass, feelings start to develop and things get complicated and Felicity and Oliver learn very quickly how love can change everything.

The Proposal by @spaztronautwriter | Arrow | WIP

Summary: When Felicity Smoak finds herself in a bind, she enlists the help of her assistant Oliver Dearden to help keep her from being deported and losing her job. The problem is, in order to do so, they kind of have to get married...

The What If Harassment Alternative by portlandborn | Brooklyn Nine-Nine | WIP

Summary: What would have happened to Peraltiago And our intrepid detectives, if Amy had reported her mentor captains ugly behaviors?

"Time for a story" Drabble Series by @smkkbert | Arrow | WIP

Summary: This fic shows Olicity and their life as a (married) couple with family. Although Olicity (and their kids) are the protagonists, other characters of Arrow and Flash make appearances.

It started as a drabble series, but developed more and more into a full domectic AU. Although some chapters are still drabble-like, there are longer storylines by now.

Do you remember by @smkkbert | Arrow | WIP

Summary: Eight years after Oliver and Felicity became teenage parents, they have everything they could have ever hoped for and more. They have a good life in a nice house. Their marriage is happy, and a second baby is on its way. The calm they have settled in is interrupted abruptly when a stalker starts terrorizing Felicity.

Arrow Out of Context by @smoaking-greenarrow | Arrow | WIP

Summary: Collection of prompts using Arrow quotes.

Airplanes, Coffee and Deadlines by @hope-for-olicity | Arrow | WIP

Summary: Felicity begins working at a national newspaper where she has always dreamed of working. On her first day, she meets a very interesting photojournalist. The two will eventually work together but sparks fly immediately.

The Ravager by @laxit21 & mewmew666 | Arrow | WIP

Summary: Slade Wilson's plan for revenge against Oliver took time, money and no shortage of lives to pull together. His plan didn't anticipate Felicity Smoak. How will his plan change now that his lost-lost daughter is working with the very man he's trying to destroy?

Artemis by @laxit21 & mewmew666 | Arrow | WIP

Summary: When the Queen's Gambit sank, two people were stranded on Lian Yu. Five years later, four came back.

The Daughter That Was Left Behind by @laxit21 & mewmew666 | Arrow | WIP

Summary: Before the Gambit, Oliver Queen met QC intern Felicity Smoak. When he boarded the Gambit, he left something behind. Now, five long years later someone is waiting for him.

Semper Fidelis by @oliversmuse | Arrow | WIP

Summary: Oliver Queen is a member of the Bravo Squad, a team that specializes in search and rescue, covert infantry and translating foreign documents. He is known as one of the best and even though he is one of the youngest recruits he advances quickly. While serving he meets Lance Corporal Felicity Smoak, a young woman with skills in hand to hand combat. Despite the fact they butt heads they fall in love and soon start to talk about a future together. However, when her plane disappears on a mission in China and she is presumed dead, Bravo Squad searches frantically for her, only to find her plane and her bloody dog tags. Five years later Oliver runs into "Megan" at a coffee shop near that gym he has been running with his friends. She has lost her memory from the plane accident but has had dreams of Oliver and the Bravo Squad. With the help of his friends and team mates, can he help her reclaim her past and fall for him once again?

Daughter of the Demon by @laxit21 & mewmew666 | Arrow | WIP

Summary: What if in 1988 while traveling through Las Vegas Ra's al Ghul bumps into a nice waitress named Donna Smoak and they have one-night stand together? A little bundle of joy named Felicity Smoak is the result. In 2014, the Demon Head becomes aware of his youngest daughter's existence.

Felicity of Themiscyra by @laxit21 & mewmew666 | Arrow | WIP

Summary: Years ago, Donna Smoak left the island of Themiscyra and her sister Queen Hippolyta behind to live in man's world. She never told Felicity the truth about where she came from. As a result of the Undertaking, Felicity discovers some of her Amazonian abilities and makes an interesting new friend: Diana Prince.

I Scream But No Sound Comes out by @laxit21 | Arrow | WIP

Summary: When Oliver returns from Lian Yu after five years, he comes back different. What happened there damaged more than just his body. How will his friends and family deal with this new Oliver?

And So the Adventure Begins by @mindramblingsfics | Arrow | WIP

Summary: Felicity spent her first year of college focused solely on her studies. In year two, with the convincing of her best friends Iris and Sara, she lets her hair down a bit. Oliver spent his first year partying with his wingman Tommy and living up to the status that came with his last name. He realizes he should buckle down focus on the most important part: actual school. Oliver and Felicity meet, and even though they are on different ends of the spectrum, they don't realize that they can each bring out hidden parts of one another.

Emerald Archer Martial Arts by @alexiablackbriar13 | Arrow | WIP

Summary: In May 2019, a tired Oliver Queen and four months pregnant Felicity Smoak retire from their vigilante duties and move to the redwood forest town of Bloomfield with their son William, to raise their family in peace.

Along the journey, they build their own successful companies, increase the size of the Smoak-Queen clan by a couple more, train their kids in self-defense, and live out a blissful existence.

This is the story of 7 years of their happiness and family antics, after 7 years of crime-fighting and hardship to save their city.

Providence by @so-caffeinated | Arrow | WIP

Summary: Will Queen has struggled in silence in the year since he was shot. But when a shadowy crime lord known as Domino targets the only woman Will’s ever truly loved, fate forces him to confront his demons in ways he never could have imagined… Whether he wants to or not.

Amelia Prescott has fought to take control of her life since learning two years ago that her personal and professional worlds were manipulated by others. But nothing can prepare her for just how hard she'll have to fight to set her own course, especially when her heart belongs to a damaged man and a crime lord threatens her every professional move... And her life.

Destiny brings them together, but as chaos reigns and personal demons haunt Will and Amelia both, it may also threaten to tear them apart.

I wear high heels (she wears sneakers) by @mogirl97 | Supergirl | WIP

Summary: “Lena. It’s not just about football.” Kara waved her hands around emphatically, “It’s about school spirit and hanging out with your friends—“ Lena didn’t want to bring up the fact that she didn’t have any friends to hang out with. “—and watching me obliterate a bunch of guys’ egos and going out for celebratory Big Belly Burger afterwards.” ~A Supercorp High School AU~

#fanfic rec satuday spectacular #fanfic #fic rec #weekly fic recs

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thoughtsfromaclutteredbrain · 8 years ago

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Supergirl: Resist 2x21 [Speculation Fanfiction]

Ok, so after seeing how last episode ended and seeing the trailer for Monday's episode, my mind went crazy (as usual). I came up with this LeMon brotp fic based on what may happen. Special thanks to @busysciencegeek for being the best editor ever. Also I was asked to tag @starcrossed-comets and @emarasmoak

SUMMARY: When Lena and Mon El find themselves locked up on the Daxamite ship, they find themselves bonding over their past. They're both shocked, however, to find out Rhea's plan for them.

WORD COUNT: 6,339 words (I'm impressed with myself lol)

NOTE: This is a LeMon brotp fanfiction, no romantic relationship. This was inspired by thinking about how similar they are as characters, and how different. Enjoy!

Now available on AO3!

[Feedback is welcome, hate will be blocked. Thank you.]

"Welcome to the New Daxam"

Everything happened so fast that Mon El could barely process any of it. Rhea was bringing thousands of Daxamite ships to Earth. She was planning to invade Earth and take it over as her own kingdom.

Before he knew it, they were transported onto Rhea's ship, met by her army. "Take them," she commanded, walking towards the big window of the ship and waving her hand behind her. He was in such a daze that he didn't even try to fight the guards. He just let them drag him.

He was brought through the halls and thrown back into a cell. It seemed that was his place on the ship now. He was surprised, however, to see one of the guards place someone in the cell with him. He had placed the unconscious woman on the floor gently, and then left without looking back. Mon El was shocked when he realized that the woman was Lena.

He went straight to Lena to see if she was okay. Kara had taught him how to check if someone was alive or not, and he hesitantly put two fingers to the side of her neck, scared of what he may find. He let out a loud sigh of relief when he felt her pulse. So she wasn't dead, just unconscious.

With that out of the way, he started looking around. He felt his anger rising at the familiarity of it. It was the same cell that he had been thrown into just a couple of weeks ago, when he had tried to convince his father to rule with equality and morals.

Father. Mon El felt his heart shatter again as he remembered what his mother had told him back in LCorp's lab.

Your father was so hurt when you abandoned us that he took his own life.

She hadn't said it, but he knew what Rhea had implied. He had killed him. He had been so selfish in wanting to stay on Earth that he had broke his father's heart.

He sat down on the bench in the cell, not trusting his knees to keep him up. His mind was spinning with so many different emotions. Pain. Sadness. Fear. Guilt. Emptiness.

He shouldn't have let Kara save him. She should have let him go, should have saved herself and let him go back with his parents. He wouldn't have been happy. Rao knows that he would have spent the rest of his life miserable, but at least she would have been safe. Her planet would have been safe. All she would have lost was him, not her entire world. She could move on from him, he didn't deserve her anyway. But losing her world... He couldn't let Kara lose another world.

If he hadn't gone back with her, the planet would've been safe. Kara would've been safe. His father would've still been alive. J'onn wouldn't have been stuck in an endless nightmare of his own mind. Lena wouldn't have been dragged into this mess, and Rhea would have left Earth for good. He had gone back with Kara because he couldn't stand to lose her. But now, they were going to lose everything. And it was all his fault.

He knew that he should have pushed her away. He should have suppressed his feelings like he had done his entire life. But Kara... she made him feel like he was worthy of something. That was a feeling that he had never felt before, and he had fought for it.

But as he sat here, alone in his cell, he knew that he was wrong. That's not what a hero does. They don't fight for their happiness, they fight for the good of the world, and boy, had he failed on that front.

He heard his mother's words echoing in his brain.

You are a hero of Earth. Would a hero kill his own mother?

He put his head in his hands as he felt the tears start to flow. He was no hero. He had failed to be what Kara had hoped for him. She had such faith in him, and he had let her down in so many ways. He was the reason she was in this whole big mess. If Kara had been there when he pointed the gun at his mother... he didn't even want to think about the look of disappointment on her face.

Mon El was pulled out of his thoughts by Lena stirring on the floor. He let out a sigh of relief. Not only was he glad that she was okay, he was glad that he wasn't going to be alone with his thoughts anymore.

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Lena's first thought upon gaining consciousness was that she had an excruciating headache. She opened her eyes, and was immediately taken aback.

The last she remembered, she was watching Supergirl and Rhea fight. Rhea had done something to the transmatter portal that wouldn't let her turn it off, and then she had been knocked down during the fight. And now...

Well, she didn't know where she was. She was in a silver room that was about a third of the size of her office. The door was clear, besides a zigzag pattern in it. It looked high tech, there was a large green panel on the wall, and it was sparsely furnished, save for a chair and a table. There was also a bench, and her pulse quickened when she noticed that there was someone sitting on it.

She grabbed the side of her head and sat up slowly, while still looking around with big, wide eyes. The man looked up at her, and she immediately noticed that he had been crying, but she was surprised to realize that she recognized him.

"You were there at the lab... you came with Supergirl... You're Rhea's son." The name tasted bitter in her mouth. For these past couple of days, working with Rhea had been amazing. She had found herself seeing the woman as something of a mentor and mother figure. But just like Lillian, she had let her down. Not only that, but she had manipulated and betrayed her. Lena mentally scoffed. She had a talent for attracting bad mother figures into her life.

The boy just nodded. "Yup. Mon El."

"Where are we?" Lena figured if anyone knew where Rhea had taken them, it would be her son. He sighed and sagged his shoulders, and she had never seen someone look more defeated.

"We're in the holding cell of her ship." She noticed that Mon El was avoiding eye contact with her, staring at a spot on the floor instead.

"Her ship? I thought she needed the portal to get home..." Even as she said the words, she wanted to believe that this was all some huge misunderstanding. That Rhea hadn't betrayed her, but she knew that was far from the truth.

Mon El let out a small chuckle. "That's what she told you?" He looked up and met her eyes for a quick second, but looked away immediately. She saw an immense amount of guilt on his face, and she wondered why. She shook his head slightly and kept talking.

"She could go home this entire time. She just refused to go without..." He let out a shaky breath and ran a hand through his short hair. He forced himself to meet her eyes, and she could see his sadness in his gray ones. "Without me. She... brought thousand of ships here... She's planning on invading Earth."

She froze. Invade Earth? She had never felt so used in her life. Her mother had done a lot of things to her in the past, but this may take the cake as the worst thing someone had ever used her for.

She should have never trusted Rhea. Lena knew that she was dishonest; she had already lied about being an alien. But she had trusted her anyway, against her better judgment.

She should have followed her instincts, should have kept her walls up and not let this woman get close to her. She had learned a long time ago that people who lie have a tendency to lie again. And again.

And yet, she had gone along with the plan. She had wanted to make an impact, make the world a better place. Ever since she moved to National City, all she wanted to do was make a difference. She had told Kara Danvers that she had wanted to make a name for herself outside of her family.

She shuddered as she considered that this might be her legacy. She built the machine that would allow aliens to take over the Earth. For all the things her mother and Lex had done, causing an alien invasion was far, far worse.

The irony of it all was not lost on her. An alien invasion was the type of thing her mother feared the most. It was the reason she had created CADMUS to begin with. It seems like a weird sort of universal karma that she was the one to help bring the invasion.

She felt her body starting to shut down, to disconnect from everything and leave her numb. It had become somewhat of a coping mechanism for her during hard times. Like when she was imprisoned. Or when she lost Jack. Both of those were times when she had felt absolutely hopeless and helpless. She willed away the sensation. She wasn't ready to give up yet.

She rubbed at her temples, trying to make sense of it all.

"If you're her son, what are you doing here with me?" She knew there were things that she didn't know, key pieces that she was missing, and that was definitely one of them.

He winced at her words, and then let out a light chuckle to try to mask it. "Well I'm not here by choice. This is actually the second time I've been in this cell in the past couple of weeks."

A lightbulb went off in her head at his words. She stood up as fast as she could and started scanning the walls.

"The second time? That means we can escape." She started feeling around, trying to find some kind of opening or some way to open the door.

He sighed and watched her look. "I was rescued, actually... By Supergirl."

She barely registered his words as she saw wires running behind the green panel.

He continued talking, but she was only half listening. "Her... colleague hacked into the ship and was able to open the door."

"So there's a way to hack into it, then."

Mon El got up and walked next to Lena. He admired her fire and drive. He understood why her and Kara were such good friends. They were both so determined.

He shoved his hands into his pockets. "I'm sure she upgraded the security. And he had hacked in from the outside, not from the inside."

Lena could tell that he had just about given up on escape, but she wasn't ready to. She hadn't even tried anything yet. She looked around frantically. She needed to be able to get to those wires. If she could, she may be able to reprogram the door to open. Her eyes fell on the round table.

Before Mon El could stop her, Lena was grabbing the table. "I just need to access those wires." She muttered to herself. With all of her strength, she swung the table at the panel. Nothing happened.

"It's not gonna..." Mon El started to tell her, but she cut him off with another swing of the table. Still nothing. Not even a dent.

She tried it a third time, a fourth, a fifth. As she was revving up for the sixth swing, she felt Mon El hug her, stopping her motions.

"It's not going to work." He told her, and for the first time since she had woken up, she heard that his voice held something in it that wasn't resignation. He sounded just as frustrated as she was. "The panel is bulletproof, and so is the door.

She wiggled out of his grip, and turned around to face him. "You can't expect me to sit here and do nothing."

She could see the empathy in his eyes, as if the situation physically hurt him. "There's nothing you can do. She knows how smart you are. She wouldn't leave us with anything that could help us escape."

Lena didn't want to believe it, but Mon El was right. God, did she hate that he was right. It was against her nature, not fighting back. She was the type of person who needed to see justice done, whatever the cost, and she couldn't explain how frustrated she was that she was powerless in this situation.

Lena groaned and threw the table across the room, the echo the only sound filling the cell. She slid down the door until she was sitting against it, and closed her eyes. She let the numbness take over her body, washing her in a cool calmness, devoid of all of the pain and fear she was feeling before.

Mon El crossed the room and sat back down on the bench. He didn't know what to do to make her feel better, or to make himself feel better for that matter. He was utterly useless, yet again.

He let his mind wander and, as expected, started thinking about Kara. What she was doing now. If she was looking for them.

She has to be, he thought. But at the same time, he didn't want her to find them. He should have just gone with his mother the first time.

He remembered how earlier in the day, he had surprised Kara at work. He had brought her food as an excuse, but really he had needed to talk to her. He had been scared of his feelings, of the fact that she still cared about his mother, and she had reassured him.

He sighed to himself. He hated silence. It reminded him too much of all the times that he had felt lonely as a kid.

Maybe talking about her feelings will make Lena feel better.

Mon El took a deep breath before initiating conversation. "You can tell me... What you're thinking, I mean."

At this, Lena opened one eye to look at him, but didn't say anything. He didn't blame her for not wanting to talk, but damn, did he hate the silence.

Mon El sighed. "I guess I'll start then..." He muttered to himself. He forced himself to look Lena in the eyes as he spoke.

"I'm sorry, Lena."

That seemed to get her attention. She let out a chuckle before sitting forward. "Why are you apologizing? You're not the one who locked us up in here."

He closed his eyes. He could not stand to look her in the eyes. She shouldn't be here. This had nothing to do with her. He had ruined yet another person's life. He was the reason for everything. "This... It's all my fault."

"Okay..." She sounded unsure of her words, and it caused Mon El to look at her. Her eyes were full of curiosity, an expression that he didn't find directed at him much. "You've got my attention."

He was really hoping that she would talk instead of him, but it didn't seem that she wanted to. Feelings were a relatively new thing for him, and talking about them was even more foreign. He didn't know how to deal with them, and he didn't tell them to Kara much. He didn't want to burden her with his emotions. He preferred instead to mask them with humor, but he had a feeling Lena wouldn't take too well to jokes right now.

"Rhea was the queen of our planet. I was the Prince. When the planet died..." He sucked in a breath.

When the planet died.

He hadn't said those words out loud. Ever. Even now, it didn't seem real. He already felt his throat constricting and tears start to well up in his eyes, but he willed them away. "When the planet died, I was sent to Earth. I just got here a couple of months ago. When I got here... I realized... I realized how corrupt our system was... How horrible my parents had ruled... And then I met..."

He had to stop himself from saying Kara. Just the thought of her made his heart clench. "I found... meaning... belonging... a sense of purpose... a family... love. Things I never knew that I was living without. And so when my parents came here and told me that they wanted to take me back...I resisted... I should have just went with them..."

The tears started running down his face, and as hard as he tried, he couldn't stop them. Lena was still staring at him, and he hated himself for breaking down in front of her. He hadn't even cried in front of Kara. It felt weird that he was baring his soul to this girl, but once he started talking, he couldn't stop.

"And then she threatened to kill the woman I love... and Rao, do I love her... so I went with my mother. I just wanted to keep her safe... but then... she came after me and broke me out and... I know I should have stayed here. I hoped that my mother would respect my decision but I should have known better... And now everything is so much worse and it's all my fault..."

He had never felt so guilty in his life. Lena was in this mess because of him. His father was dead because of him. Earth was in danger because of him.

Hero of Earth. Yeah right.

Mon El was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't even see Lena move towards him. She put a hand on his knee, breaking him out of his thoughts. He was surprised to see understanding in her eyes.

"This is not your fault.” She had said those words with such confidence, and he wanted so desperately to believe her. "I've spent my entire life blaming myself for the sins of my family and..." She took a deep breath and moved back to her original spot, removing her hand from his knee.

Lena couldn't believe that she was about to start sharing her feelings with this... this stranger, for lack of a better word. But she was stunned by how much she understood him, and she felt it was only fair.

"All my life, I've felt out of place. First it was because I was adopted, and then because my mother never truly accepted me. Lex was the one who made me feel welcome, feel proud to be a Luthor..." She felt her voice start to quiver, and she willed herself to not feel as she spoke. She had told these things to Kara before. Maybe it was the circumstances, but she was filled with an overwhelming sadness thinking about it all.

"When Lex got taken away... I felt alone... moved to National City to try to turn LCorp into a force for good... But then my mother showed up with all of this crazy CADMUS stuff. I stopped her and sent her to jail, but she escaped and framed me for a felony." She tried to chuckle, but the sound got stuck in her throat. She remembered telling all of this to Rhea just a couple of weeks ago, and she was hit with the weight of the betrayal all over again. She felt the tears pooling in her eyes, but she willed herself to not let them fall. She was stronger than that.

"When I met your mother... she presented me with an amazing opportunity to revolutionize our world... I didn't even consider any of this... But what... What really hurts is that I had started to look up to her." She laughed at that. Oh, how wrong she had been. "She was like a mentor to me... a mother figure... I should have expected her to manipulate me, considering my luck with family figures."

She took a big gulp of air before meeting Mon El's eyes. "I spent years blaming myself for Lex... for not being able to get through to him... But there was nothing I could do. He made his own choices. This is not your fault. You made your own choice, and when that was threatened, you fought for it. There's no shame in that."

All Mon El could do was nod at her. He knew how evil Lillian Luthor was, and he knew that Lena wasn't like that, but he was stunned at how similar their stories were. Their parents only wanted them when it benefited them, and they weren't afraid to hurt their children to get what they wanted. He was inspired by Lena. With everything he had been put through, he felt absolutely defeated, but it was almost like... It was almost as if the darkness that Lena was put through had made her light shine brighter. He understood why her and Kara were such great friends. Just like Kara never allowed the darkness of her past to taint her, neither did Lena.

Although he knew it would pain him to do, he couldn't help himself from asking the question that had been brewing in his head since he found out Rhea had recruited Lena. "What did it feel like?"

Lena gave him a confused look, and though the question was vague, Mon El really hoped that she would understand what he meant. He didn't want to ask the question out loud.

"What did it feel like... having my mother's love?"

Lena felt her heart break for Mon El as she heard the question. It would be as if she asked Lex what it was like to be accepted by Lillian. She wasn't sure how to answer the question, but she decided on the truth.

"It was nice." And it had been nice. All Lena had ever wanted was for someone to love her and accept her. She had finally found that, and it had turned out to be a lie. "She challenged me... she made me believe in myself... She gave the best pep talks... I just wish... She had inspired me, and she told me to never doubt myself, but... I can't help but think that she saw some of herself in me... Some... evil in me..."

Lena felt goosebumps rise on her skin. Since Rhea had betrayed her, she had been fearing that the evil in Rhea recognized some sort of potential in her. She has been so scared of turning into her mother, or into Lex even. It seems that there was an evil gene that ran in her family, and she was terrified that she had it too. Having Rhea take her under her wing had just fed that fear even more.

"Lena..." She hadn't even realized that she was looking at her knees instead of at him, but at the mention of her name, she looked up and met his eyes. "You are not your mother... Or my mother, for that matter... Look, I don't know what she told you or anything, but she recruited you because she needed the brightest mind in National City on her side, not because you're evil."

She gave him a small smile. As much as she wanted to believe him, she couldn't bring herself to. Not after everything that had happened. "The brightest mind in National City..." She reiterated his words, and then chuckled a bit. "You don't even know me."

He had to stop himself from correcting her. He did know her. Kara talked about her all the time, about how smart she was and how good her heart was. Plus, he had gotten the chance to meet her twice, when he was Mike Matthews. Instead, he went for a half-truth. "I know Supergirl... She's told me all about you. She's told me about how pure your heart is, and about how you saved all the aliens in National City from Medusa a couple of months ago. I'm sorry that she manipulated you, I really am, but she only did it because you were the only one smart enough to help her."

She heard Rhea's voice echoing in her head.

Never doubt yourself. You are a marvel. Lena.

Maybe they could still be true, even if the person was a liar.

Lena was about to say something to Mon El when she saw his entire body stiffen and his jaw clench. He was looking past her out the glass door. She stood up and turned around, her breath catching in her throat as she did. It was as if her thoughts summoned her. As if on cue, Rhea was waiting outside the door.

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"You can leave." Rhea commanded, talking to the two guards she was accompanied with. "I don't plan on entering their cell, and I won't be long."

The guards bowed to her and left without another word. It made Mon El sick to see them blindly following her. They didn't understand how oppressive her rule was.

She turned towards them and smiled brightly, as if she wasn't talking to two prisoners. "Just the people I wanted to see."

Mon El half expected Lena to look afraid, but he should have known better. She was glaring at Rhea, and if looks could kill, Lena would be a murderer. Trying to follow her lead, Mon El shot to his feet, attempting to look more confident than he felt.

"Let Lena go." He forced his voice to try to sound authoritative, and he hoped it was working. "I'm here. I won't go anywhere. She has nothing to do with this."

Rhea took a couple steps closer to the cell, getting as close as possible. "I'm your mother... You don't tell me what to do."

Mon El sighed and deflated, looking at his feet. Despite how confident he felt, or how certain he was of his actions, his mother never ceased to make him feel like the little boy he was on Daxam. Weak. Never good enough. Always failing.

"And besides..." Rhea continued. "I need her."

"I'm not helping you with anything... Not anymore." Lena's voice was full of venom, and her eyes never left Rhea's.

Mon El would have cowered in a corner if Lena looked at him with that fire, but Rhea held her gaze.

"Lena..." she started, her voice sweetening. He saw Lena flinch at her name coming out of Rhea's mouth.

Lena forced herself not to show any emotion, willing the numbness to take her over again. She couldn't let Rhea get to her again.

"I never intended to hurt you." Lena really wanted to believe that, but she highly doubted Rhea was telling the truth. "You are one of the brightest minds in the entire galaxy, and working with you has been an honor."

Lena swallowed hard, feeling so many conflicting emotions at once. All her life, all she had ever wanted was for her mother to think that she was enough. Now, here Rhea was, praising her in all the ways that she dreamed that her mother would. She knew Rhea was most likely only saying those things to try to manipulate her, and knowing that made her words even more painful than the fact that Lillian had never said them.

"I told you any mother would be honored to have you as a daughter, and I meant it." Rhea's eyes were narrowing, and Mon El could tell that she was forming a plan in her head as she spoke. "I want to give you that opportunity now. I am arranging a marriage between you and my son." Lena's eyes widened, and she stared at Rhea in shock.

There was nothing funny about the situation, but Mon El couldn't help himself from laughing at her. Rhea's head shot towards him.

"Really, mother?" He willed himself to step in front of Lena and towards his mother as he spoke. "These are the lengths you would go to?" to keep me away from Kara, he thought, but he couldn't add that last part in Lena's presence. "You can't force us to marry each other."

The corners of Rhea's lips turned up ever so slightly at his words, and he knew that somehow, he had walked into her trap. "I am not forcing you to do anything. You both will willingly participate."

He started to laugh and tell her hell no, but she continued before he could get the words in. "You saw how many ships came through the transmatter portal. Daxam has been brought here, and we will be staying. Now, we can take over Earth peacefully... or we can take over by force. By marrying one of the most esteemed families on Earth, you will help our people to smoothly transition into their new home. And if you don't... well... we'll just have to conquer. Now, I don't know what types of things that Kryptonian put into your head, but I know that you care about this world. If you don't do this, Earth will fall... and it will be your fault"

Your fault.

Everything was his fault.

Her eyes softened. "When you were a child... you used to run around the house... pretending to be king... I was... so proud of you. You've always wanted to rule. I am giving you one last chance to do that."

Every time Rhea mentioned Mon El's childhood, it hit him like a punch in the gut. He spent his entire life seeking the approval of everyone around him, and he never received it. He was always pushed aside. Ruling the planet took precedence over being good parents. He had never wanted to be king... he had just wanted to be noticed.

He felt tears welling in his eyes, and he balled his hands into fists, willing them not to fall. He already felt weak and powerless, he didn't need to show it to his mother. He forced himself to blink the tears away, and stare his mother dead in the eye. She met his hard gaze with one of her own.

"This is what your father would have wanted... Are you really going to let him down again?"

And with that, she turned away and left the cell, not even daring to look back at her two prisoners.

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Lena hadn't been able to move from her spot, the shock of the situation freezing her in place. She watched in silence as Mon El turned towards her and slowly slid down the door of the cell until he was sitting, knees against his chest. He looked numb.

Lena willed herself to break out of her stupor, lowering herself so that she was crouching in front of him. She knew that something Rhea had said had hit him hard, but she wasn't sure exactly what. He looked up at her and met her eyes.

Without her even asking, Mon El answered her question. "My father is dead."

His voice sounded hollow, devoid of any emotion. She placed a hand on his arm gently, and he flinched at her touch.

"I'm sorry." Lena told him, in as soft of a voice as she could manage. "So is mine." She didn't like to think about the fact that Lionel was dead, but she felt like it might give him some comfort that she knew the feeling.

His eyes started filling with tears, and he broke eye contact, looking at a spot on the floor instead. "He's dead because of... He killed himself because I abandoned them..." His voice was shaking so hard, and he couldn't stop it if he wanted to. He was surprised that he was keeping the tears at bay.

This is what your father would have wanted... Are you really going to let him down again?

He wished so desperately that he could ask his father if that was true. Is this what his father would have wanted for him? He knew that his father had wanted the royal line to live on, but he couldn't help thinking he wouldn't want it like this. The last memory he had of his father was him letting Mon El leave the ship with Kara. Wouldn't his father have wanted him to be happy?

He put his head in his hands. He couldn't do this. He wasn't strong enough to do this. He didn't know what to do. He wished that he could ask anyone what he should do. J'onn would give him great advice. So would Winn and Alex. And so would Kara...

Kara. She had no idea what was happening. He loved her so much. He couldn't marry Lena, and especially not behind Kara's back.

"I can't do this." Mon El barely got the words out around the lump in his throat.

"Well..." Lena started, and Mon El felt his breath hitch in his throat. "Your mother can't force us to marry each other, right? Because I'm not gonna marry you."

He let out a sigh of relief and chuckled. He was terrified that Lena would actually want this, so at least her telling him that made him feel a bit better.

"Well, at least there won't be any hard feelings between us. I don't want to do this either. But what choice do we have?"

"We could fight her, or try to escape." Lena offered, but Mon El was shaking his head before she even finished.

"If we try to escape and fail, then she's just gonna come down on Earth twice as hard, and we'll just screw everything up worse."

Lena knew he was right, despite how much she wanted him to be wrong. "Well, we have to do something!"

Lena clenched her jaw and started thinking. This should have been something that she wanted. Not only was Rhea actually proud of her, she thought that she was worthy enough to be the queen of an entire planet. But Lena didn't care about Rhea's acceptance, not anymore.

"I think it's time we both start living our lives for us, not anyone else."

Mon El reluctantly met her eyes, and saw they were filled with determination; the same kind of fire Kara got in her eyes before she went to take down a bad guy.

"I have a plan..." Lena said, sounding a bit unsure of herself. "But you may not like it."

He nodded. At this point, he was willing to try anything.

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Lena and Mon El sat in silence on opposite sides of the cell. Their plan was just crazy enough that it might work. And Lena was right. He didn't like it. Not one bit. But at this point, they didn't really have a choice.

"I can't believe we're going to do this." Mon El said, more to himself than to Lena. He just couldn't stand silence.

Lena chuckled. "Yeah."

Her gaze lingered on him for just a second too long, and Mon El was going to ask why she was staring at him before she started talking.

"Supergirl is lucky to have you."

He froze, and felt all the color drain from his face.

How did she...

"I don't know what you're talking about," he tried to lie, but even he thought it sounded pathetic. He internally groaned.

Lena just chuckled and sent him a knowing look. "You said Supergirl rescued you from here. You came to the lab with Supergirl, and even if all that didn't happen... I saw the way your eyes lit up when you mentioned her... you care about her."

He nodded. "I do."

He just really hoped this plan wouldn't go sideways. Otherwise, he may not see her again, and she may lose her world.

Before they could talk any more, two guards came and opened the cell. One grabbed Lena and one grabbed Mon El. They locked eyes, making sure they were both still on board.

As much as Lena wanted to fight these guards and get them off of her, she knew she couldn't. The plan would only work if they were compliant.

It looks like they were going to get married.

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Mon El stood in the throne room of the spaceship, fully dressed in royal clothes. He couldn't stop fidgeting; he never expected the royal garb that he father wore would be so itchy.

He forced himself to keep calm, and not think about the thousand of ways that everything could go wrong. He didn't feel like himself in these clothes. He felt like a mini version of his father, and his mind flashed back to the childhood memory Rhea had mentioned earlier. Him running around the house pretending to be king. He just hoped he could make his father proud.

Rhea came through the door, dressed in silver. She came up to him and put a hand on his chest, and he had to make a conscious effort to remain still and proper.

"You're doing the right thing, Mon El," Rhea told him soothingly.

"Yes, mother." He replied simply. You have no idea, he thought.

Before she could say anything else, the guards lifted their staffs up, and Lena came through the door. She was dressed in a beautiful red dress. She looked like royalty.

Lena's heart was racing, but she willed herself to not let it show. If they gave any sign of fear, they could be found out. She strode through the door as confidently as possible. Her eyes locked with Mon El, and he gave her a small nod.

Hopefully their plan would work, but there was no going back now. It was show time.

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Going Down With The New Kid: The Great Yet Lonely Modern Art

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Pairing: Lena/Kara Alex/Maggie Words: 4,159 Summary: Friday is here- the dance, the football game, and a handful of parties. Kara is exhausted, but she can still try. Meanwhile, Alex finds herself becoming a real member of the school, starting with a simple display of petty theft and underaged alcoholism. Spin the bottle is always interesting, or at least Alex thinks so- Kara, however, just thinks dancing is a lot harder than it looks, even with a teacher like Lena. Really, though, what's the difference between feeling big, and feeling small?

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It didn't rain on Krypton.

It was sterile and still and unforgiving under a glaring red sun, and it did not rain, not where things were so simple and clear cut and steady. Earth is messy.

And on Earth, it is raining.

Raining hard in the dark of the night, clamoring and loud and empty enough so that the night could just as easily swallow Kara and no one might ever notice. Black holes.

Blurred edges of the great yet lonely everything, cold air and flooding streets, all sliding down around Kara as she sits on the edge of a picnic table in a park she’s never been to before.

Pouring holy floods beat down upon Kara, and if she didn't know better she wouldn't pin such a lifelessness upon them; they feel purposeful, they feel angry and tragically alive. But that's sort of stupid. She knows that.

She just wishes it wasn't so loud- louder and louder, the chaotic noise goes on a rampant incline. It increases, harder and harder, until you'd think it couldn't go much further, think it'd calm back down again, but it doesn't. Golf ball sized chunks of ice join easily and it sounds frightening, almost.

The sky illuminates to purple and Kara flinches as the sky scars in a searing luminescence, then fades back down again. But next is worse.

Next comes thunder, rolling and long winded and ever so close, and it sounds like the world is splitting in two, like the sky is cracking apart in the crease the lightning left, such fire in the sky, and oh, is it ever so apocalyptic, this second world, second everything being destroyed in front of Kara at God knows when in the morning.

The storm feels like pain and repentance, like listlessness and guilt and needing to sleep. Like a shaking in Kara's core, a coldness in her lungs, and her eyelids are heavy and long for sleep that is always fitful and plagued by personal storms that end in a cold sweat and trying to keep quiet for the sake of the people who take her in so selflessly, then slipping out a window and ending up in somewhere so utterly foreign.

And it probably doesn’t mean that much, but even so, Kara feels petrified where she stands.

But, oh, better things must be coming- things that are so much easier said than done, things that sometimes leave a burning in Kara's throat late at night, the light things, the happy things, the 'just being a kid' things when she could be doing more.

She shakes her head and it aches. Better things, better things are coming. Weekends and parties and better things than being alone so early in the morning. But Kara needs some sleep, all she really needs is some sleep. And then it'll be all right.

"I'm not late," Kara waves her arm feebly as she steps into first period on the very last second of 7:59. Her hair is vaguely damp, which will hopefully appear to be from an early morning shower, and not an early morning traipse into the rain. What the hell does the word traipse mean, anyways? Whatever, Kara can save questions like that for English class.

Lena greets Kara with a smirk from her seat as Kara sets her things down, then sits beside her. "Have you considering leaving for school a few minutes earlier?" Lena suggests.

"Oh, hush," Kara laughs slightly as their teacher begins passing out busywork.

"If you're late tonight I'll be utterly offended," Lena teases.

"I won't be, I promise," Kara rests her head on her hands. "Oh, is it, like, formal? Like, is there a dress code? For the dance?" Kara mumbles.

Lena pauses, then smiles deviously. "Yes, there absolutely is." (This is a lie. Lena is a dirty liar. A dirty liar with absolutely no remorse.)

Hey, just because they're friends now doesn't mean Lena can't have any fun.

"Danvers." More of a statement than a greeting, but it comes with warm eyes and a smile, so Alex will absolutely take it.

"Hey."

"Ready for initiation tonight?" Maggie asks with a tilt of her head.

"Initiation?" Alex raises her eyebrows.

"You're not truly part of the school 'till you get trashy drunk at a football game that we're losing," Maggie shrugs. Alex sits down beside her, settling into her desk.

"The trashy drunk part, that I can do, but what if we don't lose?" Alex asks.

"Oh, we always lose," Maggie says firmly.

"Every time," says a boy behind them.

"It's a school tradition. We suck. I mean, we're just awful. It's ridiculous. We always lose. So you take care of the drunk part, and the football players will do the rest for you," Maggie promises.

"So alcoholism is required to be part of this school?" Alex quirks an eyebrow. "What about, like, the Mormons? The Amish?"

"Oh my God, Danvers, are you drunk right now? Oh my God. 'The Amish.' Coming to English class drunk. That won't get you extra credit, Alex," Maggie starts to laugh.

"Knowing our teacher, I feel like it absolutely would," Alex says. "Stop making fun of the Amish, though, that's rude," Alex scolds.

"Dude. First of all, there are definitely no Amish kids who go here. I feel like that just makes you sort of stupid. Second, I'm 82% sure Amish people drink. That's religious, right? Religious people love to get wasted, it's why there's the whole Jesus-wine thing, and, anyways, don't kids our age do to the thing? Like in reality TV? Where they live like 'the English?' So if Amish kids were in our grade, they'd be drunk. Always, probably," Maggie says thoughtfully.

"Drunk always. That should be your school motto," Alex offers.

"Or your English class motto."

"Oh, shut up."

"Hey, you're the new kid!" Maggie announces as if it's some kind of revelation, and Alex laughs lightly.

"Uh, yeah, did you forget? Maybe I'm not the drunk one, after all."

"You're the new kid, and that means you have to come with me for the supply run for Under The Bleachers activities," Maggie explains. "It's your responsibility. Also part of initiation."

"Supply run?"

"Yeah, come with me," Maggie grabs her wrist without further explanation, and then calls out to the English teacher, "we're going to Target!"

"Find your spirit there, my dears," the English teacher croons, flitting around her incense.

"This... this is a weird school," Alex shakes her head.

Maggie's car is very small and looks like it could fall apart at any moment, but it smells like cinnamon and leather, so Alex can't really complain too much. She slips into the passenger seat and Maggie sits next to her, turning on the radio, even though the speakers are staticy and hard to hear.

"So, why are we going to Target during English class?"

"It's my unofficial job to provide the alcohol for football games to everyone who hangs under the bleachers. It's a team job, though, so I always take the new kid," Maggie explains.

"What, do you have a fake ID or something?" Alex asks.

"Nah, mostly it's just petty theft," Maggie shrugs.

"That is... so many kinds of illegal," Alex shakes her head.

"It's okay, I'm planning on being a cop when I'm older to make up for it, so it's pretty much even," Maggie shrugs. "You should consider being a cop, too, now that you're about to become my accomplice. Plus, you have the body for it," She points out.

Alex clears her throat, bites her lip. "Ha. You know, I don't really think that's how the law works." She tries to ignore the blush creeping onto her face as they pull into the parking lot of the Target.

"Hey, Kara," Alex says as her sister meets her outside the side door of the school for the walk home. "Don't steal things from Target when you're a junior, okay?"

"I... what?" Kara blinks at Alex vacantly.

"Long story. Heed my advice. Technically, we didn't get caught, but I wouldn't really advise it," Alex shrugs as the girls begin walking home.

"Uh. Okay. Hey, Alex, can I borrow one of your dresses? I'm going to the dance, and I guess it's supposed to be formal," Kara shoves her glasses up her nose.

"Sure. You're going to the dance?" Alex raises an eyebrow.

"Uh-huh. With Lena. She said I shouldn't miss it," Kara explains.

"With Lena, huh? So no shovel talk necessary, then, I guess?" Alex laughs.

"Guess not," Kara mumbles.

"..Hey, Kara, are you okay?" Alex raises an eyebrow, slows her pace a little.

"What? Why?" Kara asks.

"You just seem... I don't know. Weird," Alex shrugs.

"That's mean," Kara says with a half smile.

"Seriously."

"I'll be fine, Alex," Kara shakes her head. "I've just got a lot on my mind." At least that's truthful.

Under a twilight sky, Maggie gives three sharp knocks to door of Alex's house.

Without more than a few seconds, the door is opened by a blonde woman. "Hi, sweetie. Which one are you here for?"

"Uh, Alex Danvers?" Maggie says.

"Come on in, she'll be down with her sister in just a minute. You're just in time for dinner."

"Great," Maggie says with an easy smile, despite the fact that she really wasn't expecting to be part of a family dinner- she was really just here to pick up Alex.

Alex's house is warm and homey, full of a soft orange glow. Alex comes down the steps as Maggie is being shown to the dining table. "Hey, mom, I- Maggie. Hi," Alex is slightly taken aback.

"Hey, Danvers, your mom invited me to stay for dinner," Maggie gives her a smirk as Eliza goes into the kitchen to finish up.

"Oh, really, she did?" Alex laughs, taking a seat next to Maggie.

"Of course I did, she's your friend," Eliza says very matter-of-factly. "Where's your sister, Alex?"

"She said she'll be down in a few minutes," Alex shrugs.

Eliza puts the food out and then sits down at the other end of the table.

It's nice, dinner with Alex's mom. Their house is homey and the food is amazing. Her mom is nice and talkative.

"So, are you girls going to the football game?" Eliza asks.

"Yeah, they're always great, so I insisted that Alex here come with me," Maggie says.

"Oh, well that was nice of you, dear," Eliza smiles. "It's so nice to see Alex make some friends, when she was a little girl, she didn't have many friends, s-"

"Thanksfordinnermomwereallyneedtogobye," by the time Alex has finished her sentence, she's already dragged Maggie out of the house to the car by the sleeve of her shirt.

"Aw, but I just started eating," Maggie pouts, sliding into the driver's seat.

"You can eat when we get there," Alex says gruffly.

"Poor, young, friendless Alex," Maggie sighs mockingly.

Alex throws a quarter at her.

"Okay, okay, I'm done!" Maggie laughs. "I'm finished."

"Just drive, Sawyer."

Taking the day of the week into consideration, the weight on Kara's chest should be significantly lighter. Whatever; she figures things will be pretty good when Lena comes to get her. She knows that Alex has already left with her friend, she heard the car, but that's sort of weird, since the game isn't until after the dance, and even the dance isn't starting until fifteen minutes from now.

Kara looks at herself in her mirror, and she feels small, standing there in her sister's dress in her room, which growing a pale blue.

A knock at the door tells Kara her ride is waiting, so she makes her way down the stairs to see Eliza greeting Lena. "Hey! You're here," Kara says, approaching Lena.

"Yeah," Lena smiles.

"You girls have fun, now," Eliza says as Kara and Lena exit the house and wave.

"You look," Lena looks Kara up and down, "Uh. Wow."

"Thanks. I think," Kara clears her throat as the girls start walking towards the school. Not the most glamorous way to show up to a dance, but it works.

"I didn't even know this place existed," Alex shrugs, leaning back in her booth and looking out to the sky. The sun hasn't totally fallen yet, but in the east, beginnings of shining stars are visible.

"Best food in our town. Which, you know, is saying very little. Still, though. A good place to kill time for an hour before the game," Maggie points out.

Alex almost asks Maggie why she's hanging out with her, when Maggie has a whole group of very loud friends probably readily available somewhere else. Instead, she just takes a sip of her shake, letting fluorescent light wash over her.

"Your mom seems nice," Maggie says, and it's not without a slight smirk, but it's still fairly sincere.

"Yeah, she's pretty nice," Alex shrugs.

"Wait until she finds out her kid stole from a Target," Maggie laughs, and her dimples show brilliantly.

"You're pretty when you smile," Alex mumbles. Immediately after, she looks away. But still, she can see, Maggie smiles.

Lena is not a bad person, and she thinks this is quite proven by the fact that, despite having messed with Kara about the less-than-classy school event being formal, she did not make Kara brave the otherness of being out of place entirely alone. Both girls are entering the gym wearing dresses that are far too fancy for the occasion.

"You said it was formal!" Kara swats at Lena.

"Ah, well," Lena laughs easily in the humid gym air. Some kind of soft song is playing at a low quality in the background, and the lights are low and reddish, casting shadows across the room. Lena takes Kara's hand and twirls her easily. "Welcome to a high school dance. It's terrible, and we should definitely leave within twenty minutes or less."

"Awh, but I wanna dance," Kara gives Lena her widest, most pleading eyes and an innocent smile.

"I don't really know how to dance," Lena says. (This is a lie; what rich girl doesn't know how to ballroom dance?)

"Aww," Kara moans with a frown that is nearly unbearable. It takes literally three seconds of this for Lena to break completely.

"God, fine," Lena sighs. Kara claps.

"Show me how?"

"Okay," Lena says. "Put your hands like this- yeah, right there. Keep them there, unless I go to spin you or something like that. And I'll put my hands here. Okay? And now we kind of- we kind of go like this, like, we go in this shape, okay? Like sort of a square. Sort of go to the music, like, sway. Keep the beat, right. Good. And now- now I'll spin you, okay?"

Lena twirls Kara, and her dress twirls with her, leaving her giggling when she steadies.

"Okay. Good. Fall back in with the beat, now, right- okay. Good. You're doing really good, Kara," Lena laughs brightly. For a few moments, it is easy, and it is only them.

The football game is loud and full of bright, artificial light that hurts Alex's eyes. Maggie leads her under the bleachers, where there's a group of stoner-type looking teenagers hanging out and laughing and yelling like it's some kind of exclusive party. "Everybody, me and Danvers are here with the beer," Maggie waves an arm in the air.

Kids cheer all around as they drag the cooler of alcohol over. It takes less than 37 seconds for someone to yell 'chug' to no one in particular.

"Interesting enough, huh?" Maggie smiles.

"Guess so," Alex says with a laugh.

Someone's set up a radio, and dizzy summer music is humming around them. Alex takes a seat, and Maggie follows suit, sipping on a beer. They sit quietly, cheers overhead and fuzzy music filling up all the blank spaces, but both girls hands are supporting them, and just slightly, they're touching. Alex tries not to wonder if this is on purpose.

It takes maybe another thirty minutes for someone to yell, "spin the bottle!" Everybody, by now, is slightly lost to the world, though no one's quite wasted yet, either. Without a second thought, Maggie is entering into the circle of kids, tight grip on Alex's wrist, and the game commences. A boy next to Maggie spins first, and Alex pays very little attention.

Next, though, it's Maggie's turn. She spins. It lands on a boy in a black hoodie. Alex takes a sip of beer. Maggie makes a face. "I really need more friends who are chicks," she shakes her head, steps forward, and lets the boy kiss her. He grins. She doesn't. (Neither does Alex. She just feels a vague twist in her stomach.)

Under the light of the moon, feeling in somewhat high spirits, if a little hollow inside, Kara walks side by side with Lena, on their way to whichever party Lena deems best.

"You dance really well," Kara says quietly.

"Got lessons when I was little," Lena shrugs. Kara nods. "Hey, we're here," Lena points to a house down the block with lights and loud music all spilling out the windows.

"I can smell the alcohol from here," Kara mutters.

"No kidding," Lena says as they make their way to the house. It's all open doors, so the two walk in easily. "Do you want a drink, though?" She casts her eye over at the younger girl. Kara shakes her head politely. "Okay, I'll be right back, then," Lena tells her. Kara puts her back against the wall as she is left alone within the loud noise. She plants her feet firmly in the carpeting, as if not to be swallowed whole. Things like this, they always feel very isolating, at least if you're by yourself.

Luckily, though, Lena returns quickly, red cup in hand. "This... this is a party?" Kara asks.

"Pretty much. It's more fun if you're drunk," Lena shrugs. "Or into this sort of thing."

"It's interesting," Kara says, sitting down on a wide leather couch. She thinks she sinks down about a foot when she sits down. Lena sits down beside her, taking a sip from her cup.

"What's in there?" Kara quirks an eyebrow.

"I don't know, but whatever it is, it's strong, and sort of gross," Lena squints down at the contents of the cup, then shrugs and takes another long sip.

"It's like... being inside a piece of modern art, or something," Kara mumbles, looking around at all of the sharp edges and faded colors that go fuzzy if she doesn't focus hard enough. It's smokey and pale, the whole room, and messy music is clashing with the quiet sound of the night and the fireflies hovering near the grass despite it being the wrong season entirely for that.

"Modern art kind of sucks," Lena mumbles, finishing off her cup of Something Awful.

"Not always," Kara shrugs, and wonders if she's telling the truth.

"I'm getting another drink, want one?" Lena offers. Kara politely declines once more and watches Lena retreat into the next room, letting everything go fuzzy and red and faraway for a moment.

Thirty spins. It takes thirty spins of the beer bottle in the middle of the circle to place Maggie and Alex together. When it does, Maggie rubs her hands together. "Alright, finally something I can get behind," she laughs, standing up. Alex follows suit with heat flooding her body. Her limbs betray her slightly, she feels wavering, she feels unsteady.

Maggie smiles and tugs at Alex's jacket, compromising for the awfully noticeable height difference.

When the two girls kiss, a lot of things happen for Alex- a lot of things that Alex will not disclose, under any circumstances, in fact, because she's always hated young adult books and their depictions of kissing, so she's definitely not going to say that, when they kiss, it's sparkly and warm and bright, and she especially won't think about how fucking soft Maggie's lips are, because that's just fucking ridiculous, and she's not even going to acknowledge Maggie's hands on her hips in the first place, to be quite frank.

When Maggie pulls away, Alex's body screams in petulant reluctance, but her face stays stone. Boys are wolf whistling- Alex hardly notices. Maggie's wearing a smile on her lips. "Well, guys, this was fun," She says once someone else grabs the bottle, "but I think me and my ride along over here are gonna jet before the guards come and kick us all out. Seeya."

Alex follows out into the open night air wordlessly. The make it to Maggie's car, but Maggie doesn't even pull her keys out of her pocket. Instead, she says, "that was fun. Up for a round two, Danvers?"

And how can a drunk teenager decline an offer like that, in a great and wide world lacking consequence?

Within two hours, Lena is kind of entirely wasted, and it's pretty funny, besides the fact that it kind of makes Kara feel like she's on a different level of mind, which is an awfully lonely place to be. And, don't get her wrong, this is all perfectly entertaining- it's just... weird.

"Kara," Lena slurs, "you're pretty." She runs a clumsy hand through Kara's blond curls.

Kara laughs. "Thanks, Lena."

"You look like... a Disney princess," Lena mumbles, shaking her head. "I mean, everyone thought you were gonna be scary.... but you're just a ninth grade princess! Ha."

"I can be scary," Kara mumbles as Lena rests her head in Kara's lap. Kara threads her fingers through Lena's hair.

"I don't believe you," Lena giggles.

"Yeah, well, you're drunk," Kara says, a quick half-smile passing her lips.

"Why aren't you drunk?" Lena challenges. "Y'look like you could use it."

Kara laughs huskily. "Hey, did your hand ever get better? The burnt one?" Kara looks down at the older girl, who's occupied gazing at the ceiling fan currently.

"Lil' bit," Lena sighs. "Hey, it's, like, one in the morning," Lena laughs as if this is particularly funny- it's not.

"I should be home now," Kara sinks down further into the couch.

"Me. Too." Lena laughs. "But! I think I'm gonna crash here instead."

"Maybe I will, too," Kara considers.

"Don't. Your mom- she's sooo nice, Kara. Go and be home. Don't worry her," Lena orders with intimidating emerald eyes and a soft giggle.

"You could come with me, you know," Kara offers.

"Nah. Who knows what'd we'd do, drunk and alone together?" Lena winks seductively.

"Um." Kara blinks.

"Go home, Kara," Lena orders sternly. "Now! Run. Unless you're going to trip."

"Uh. Okay," Kara mutters tiredly, shaking her head. Lena gets off of her, and Kara leaves, hearing the pounding music fade into dull thumping as she heads towards home.

When Alex makes it home, it's two in the morning. Her head is thick and dizzy but her face is flushed. Maggie waves as she turns the corner (on foot- she may be a thief, but she's no drunk driver) of Alex's block, heading for home.

The sky feels wonderfully high above her, and the world feels light and welcoming. It is the most ideal version of reality, this moment right now, and so despite the cold air, Alex takes a moment to crane her head back and look at the sky, let it wash over her.

Most miraculous of all, tonight, though? Her school’s team won. Maggie was thrilled. (“We won! We never win! It’s a fucking miracle, Danvers! You know what? I think you might just be good luck, Alex.”)

Alex giggles, leaning against the back of her door for a second.

Then, she lets herself in, thanking God himself that Eliza is the worlds most heavy sleeper.

Alex stumbles up the stairs in a drunken stupor, lazy smiles on her face. She takes a left and makes her way into the room, falling onto her bed, clothes on and all. Except there's a body next to her, one that's very much alive. Thankfully. Probably for the best.

"Kara?" Alex whispers.

"Uh, yeah?"

"Is this, uh.. is this my room, or yours?" Alex asks.

"I'm pretty sure it's mine, Alex," Kara mumbles.

"Oh. Sorry. Could I stay, tonight, though?" She asks. Or maybe it's more like an offer.

"..Yeah, please stay," Kara says, and Alex can feel her nod.

"When did you get home?"

"Like an hour ago?" Kara says.

"And you're still awake?"

"Yeah."

"Well, did you have a good time?" Alex mumbles tiredly.

"I think. Kinda. You?"

"The best," Alex laughs.

"I'm glad," Kara says lightly.

"Yeah. Go to sleep now, little sister," Alex slurs, wrapping a protective arm around Kara.

Kara wholeheartedly appreciates this. At least she’s not alone so early in the morning.

#supergirl #supercorp #sanvers #kara danvers #lena luthor #maggie sawyer #alex danvers #supercorp fanfiction #sanvers fanfiction #gray writes

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searidings · 4 years ago

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23! :D

23. what’s the story idea you’ve had in your head for the longest?

woof ok so y’know when you get an idea that is literally like one line of dialogue and a ~vibe and nothing more? i’ve had one for 87 years that involves kara saving lena’s life but she does some Questionable Shit in order to pull it off and kind of spirals afterward into a crisis of identity/self-doubt. and all i’ve ever actually written of it is the one-line summary kara saves lena, and begins to lose herself after but let me tell you it lives in my mind rent fckn free

#it's rly a Whole Thing in my mind like i've got a playlist planned i can see the moodboard in my mind #big rocky coastline old car side-of-the-road angst vibes #it's really more of a feeling than it is a 'story idea' but i think abt at least 3 times a week #perhaps one day it will become a reality #one can only hope #thanks for the ask!!! love talking about Her (my unformed idea)#hope you're having an amazing day #writing asks #thebreakfastgod

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skyprincesscommander · 5 years ago

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A Heart in Crisis - Part 2

Part 2 to this, though it can be read as a standalone. Summary: (Angst) The prophecy and Lena’s nightmares come to pass when Kara dies in Crisis.

Lena shouldn’t have worried about having to say goodbye. Once the Crisis arrived, time was a luxury no one could afford. Before Supergirl can even open her mouth to ask, Lena insists she accompanies the team to Earth 1. After all, the looming threat of the Monitor’s prophecy would occupy her mind no matter what earth she inhabited.

After arriving, she meets almost twenty people in the space of minutes (and it could barely be considered ‘meeting’ since no one in the room was prioritizing socialization or introductions). In a way it was comforting to know that everyone was focused on a common goal (Lena had always been a task-oriented workaholic anyway). In another, she wasn’t sure she trusted any of them to do the job properly.

So Lena had traveled to a strange earth with even stranger people, none of whom had the opportunity to make themselves less strange to her. Looking around, Lena felt alien, like she was falling through the sky endlessly with no foundation underneath her to keep her mind and body grounded.

But science...science was the same on any earth. Science was what Lena could do. Science is what could make her feel sane, and science could prevent her mind from repeating the Monitor’s words over and over in her head. Science could save Supergirl’s life.

Yet science wasn’t enough to stop Lena from looking up, hoping that each time a door opened that Supergirl would walk in. At this point, Lena didn’t even need to talk to her. She just wanted to see the Kryptonian - to know that she was still here.

Once again, Lena had become intent to only think of Kara as Supergirl. Supergirl was invulnerable - she had cheated death time and time again, and there had never been a moment where Lena had believed National City would have to exist without her. But Kara Danvers was someone Lena had worried for since the moment they met. She was awkward, sometimes jittery, and determined to do what was right at the risk of her life. For years Lena had worried that it was her presence that was constantly putting Kara in danger.

How dare Supergirl have made her worry needlessly for years. How dare she allow Lena’s guilt to fester, making her believe she was indulging in her own selfishness by not being able to let Kara go. Supergirl could take care of herself. So Lena wouldn’t worry, and she’d ignore a quaking heart. But she still wanted to see her.

Unfortunate for Lena, Supergirl had been spending a lot of time with Barry, and it only took one answer from one of the other scientists (Caitlin, perhaps?) for Lena to know why.

Impending death would most certainly be cause for bonding.

She wasn’t the only one frustrated by that fact – Alex had been pacing around Star Labs since they arrived, her hands on her hips and face solidified into a permanent scowl. Lena could tell the elder Danvers was attempting to remain stoic, but the shaking hands on her sides gave away the panic coursing through her veins.

Luthor’s, of course, don’t panic. They problem-solve. So that’s what Lena was going to do. Mar Novu may call himself a God, but as far as Lena could tell, Gods had been wrong since the beginning of time.

And sometimes denial is the only way someone can push on. The first few days are for preparation. The superheroes come and go at a whim while the scientists attempt to find a solution for antimatter. Everything seems routine, but the air is laced with fear. The clocks ticking on the walls become deafening. No matter what she does, Lena quivers. If she speaks, her voice shakes. If she types, she constantly hits backspace to fix her errors. If someone speaks over the comms, she would shudder in anticipation of the news that was coming closer and closer to reality.

And then the Anti-Monitor arrives, and all hell breaks loose. They plan a mission on an enormous scale. It’s a plan filled with endless possibilities of failure, experiments that no one on any earth has tried before, and for Supergirl to attempt to stall the enemy with Barry and all the other heroes to give them the time to complete their tasks.

Everyone's breaths become deeper, their eyes watching the ground. There isn’t a person in the room who hasn’t guessed what’s coming. Superman is the only one who protests the plan, if only for the sake of his cousin. Everyone else had already taken their turn over the past week. He doesn’t win the debate. One life versus infinite lives just doesn’t stand as an argument. That was the type of statistic that Lena had lived her life by since she was able to conjure thought.

But that was when her brain ruled her life. The heart has no such consistency.

“Suit up,” Oliver Queen orders, and the room comes alive.

Lena finds the Kryptonian standing on a balcony, looking fondly out at a world that isn’t even hers. The sun is beginning to set, casting the warmest glow on her skin. Lena can’t help it, she has to take a moment to admire her.

“What do you think the odds are of this plan working?” Supergirl doesn’t look at Lena when she asks the question. It makes Lena want to quieten her own heartbeat, just knowing that Kara probably knew it was her simply by listening to it.

“The science is experimental at best. But it seems the right people are here to do the job.”

“Yeah. They are.” Supergirl turns her head, the yellow sun reflecting in her eye. Even in its warmth, Supergirl’s fear glimmers on the surface. It takes a few seconds for her to form her next sentence, and when she does it tumbles out ungracefully. “I can’t fail another world. Not again.”

Lena walks next to the hero, shaking her head. “You didn’t fail Krypton. You’re Supergirl, the most persistent person I’ve ever met. If something could be done, you would have done it. Stop putting blame on a child for not saving a doomed planet. There’s no shame in surviving.”

Supergirl’s eyes fill with affection and longing. However just as quickly as it comes, her eyes discolor.

They both feel it. This is the moment. The last moment they have to say what they need to say to each other. But there’s not enough time to say anything that might make a difference. “Do you have to go?”

Supergirl stares at Lena, unguarded and unquestionable. “I need to save my universe.” Lena’s breath hitches underneath that intense gaze, and it’s only when Supergirl steps onto the balcony’s railing that Lena finally comprehends her meaning. Lena briskly steps forward one last time behind her.

“I don’t suppose there is any point to ask you not to be a hero?” Lena says pathetically.

Supergirl twists around, and after a single moment, something happens that Lena didn’t envision experiencing again. Kara laughs. It’s not boisterous. The laughter doesn’t quieten the screaming in Lena’s mind, nor does the shining of the super’s eyes stop the hero’s tears. But Lena can see Kara. It’s a reminder of something. Something Lena had long ago tried to block out, like a memory calling from across an ocean. Something so simple, most people might forget it existed. Lena loved Kara.

It’s not like before, where the initial thought was shoved into a box and taped shut with feelings of hatred and pain. Kara’s laughter is a reminder of burgers between work and victorious game nights. Of investigations and awkward almost dates. Of a superhero and a genius working together, staring at each other in disbelief that such a union could exist.

Lena had always loved Kara.

She must have smiled too because even as Kara’s laughter fades, it leaves an echo on Kara’s aura. However, when even that begins to diminish, Kara turns from her.

Lena is grateful for it. If this must be the last time she sees Kara, she wants to remember her smiling, standing in the sun as ethereal as a Goddess could be. That way, even with Kara’s back turned, she can pretend that the shaking in Kara’s shoulders is from laughter, and not from the anguished tears that she knows they are. Perhaps Kara turned for the exact same reason. Because Lena’s smile had begun to fade too.

Lena doesn’t need superhearing to catch Kara’s massive sigh. “Be safe, Lena.” Then, Kara drops from the balcony and disappears with a whoosh.

She could have been half a world away before Lena replied with a whisper. “Please come back to me, Kara.”

Half a world or not, she knows Kara heard her.

For the mission, everyone is connected by comms, and Lena quickly realizes that even if she’s away from the battle, it’s just as frightening listening to sounds of explosions and screams while she can’t see what’s going on. Her nightmares start to play in her mind with each sound, even when she knows Kara is nowhere near the event. It continues like that for hours. It’s Superman’s scream that freezes her to her core. Lena is sitting, but she feels her knees buckle. A hand flies over her mouth to stifle the instant sob that rises to the surface. The others in the room are confused - they can’t recognize the specific meaning behind Superman’s cry. When he repeats the scream a second time, shouting Kara’s name brokenly, Lena collapses onto the floor. She uses one hand to try and pull herself up while the other is still failing to silence her sounds of despair. From the outside, Lena must have looked like a fallen, elderly lady trying to rise from the ground, her muscles no longer able to function normally.

Behind her are cries of her name, but Lena is grasping for walls, anything solid that can steady her. But nothing can. Kara is gone. And there is no universe Lena can save that will replace her.

As Superman continues to howl, Lena adds her own wail to the symphony.

Barry Allen is the second casualty in the battle, disappearing without a trace. Between the two loses, no one says a thing. Superman returns to Star Labs with Kara dangling limply in his arms, her head gravitating toward the floor. Lena leaves the room immediately. She tries to conjure up her last image of Kara laughing, but it molds with a fresh image of a lifeless body and closed eyes. The pain in her heart spreads with each beat until it feels like her toes are burning and her fingertips are sobbing. Unwilling to allow anyone to see her so broken, Lena stays isolated for hours, mourning alone. With each whimper comes another regret, another sharp stab of guilt as she thought of how she had treated the woman she loved in the past months. In this moment, she wishes she never knew Kara was Supergirl. Lena beats one fist against her skull. She wishes Kara wasn’t a self-sacrificing fool.

Lena beats the other fist. She should have been able to save her. Lena cradles her head in her hands, unable to do anything but surrender to her own thoughts as her tears create a pool between her knees. If she had the time, she’d create an ocean.

Even if her mind protests, her body eventually gets up on its own accord and steers itself toward Kara. It had happened so many times in the past. She would be knee-deep in a new project or have fifty emails to respond to, but suddenly she would think of Kara and travel to Catco or the loft and forget everything about her life for a single night because there’s was only one thing her mind and heart was concerned with. Even with the multiverse still in danger, her only thought was still Kara. She sees her body on the slab from the doorway. It paralyses her, and she doesn’t know how long she waits to step foot into the room. Eventually, one step at a time, she forces herself closer. In Lena’s simulations, she had never seen Kara’s body. Why would she? She wanted to excise emotions, not bring new ones to the fold. In her nightmares, it was the opposite. Her imagination would conjure the most horrific images possible - mostly excess blood, crooked limbs, and empty eyes. But lying on that slab, Kara looked so peaceful. Even her lifeless body was trying to tell Lena that she was content with her sacrifice. Lena tucked away a stray piece of hair that lay on Kara’s cheek. “All those times I tried to protect you, Kara, I was so afraid. So afraid of this.” Lena doesn’t move her hand away from Kara’s cheek. “No one ever befriended a Luthor and left unscathed. We only ever brought darkness and tragedy to the people in our lives. So when you came along and brought light and happiness, I was always afraid that the universe would try and maintain the balance. I thought I would be the reason something awful happened to you. But you saw the best in me, and what could I do but believe you?” A new wave of tears hit her like a tsunami. Lena looked to the ceiling, trying to fight gravity itself to stop them from falling. But it was no use, the droplets stained Kara’s suit, seeping into the material. “And then I found out you were Supergirl and I was so...so angry. I thought you kept your secret from me because you thought I’d bring darkness to your life too.” Lena brought her hand down from her cheek and traced the S on Kara’s chest delicately with her fingertip. “I thought you never believed in the things you said. And I hated you so much for making me fearful. Luthors don’t get scared, not about anything. But the truth is, whether you were a bumbling reporter or an invincible alien, I was always going to be scared for you. Because I realized the only reason Luthor’s don’t get scared is because they don’t…they don’t…” “You shouldn’t be here.” Alex’s voice is harsh behind her. It’s deep, unsteady, and almost unrecognizable. And yet, with the degree of pain laced in that tone, Lena knew it could be no one else. She turns around, not afraid of her emotions being on display for Alex. She anticipated they’d look about the same anyway. “I’m so sorry, Alex…” her apology goes unheard.

Alex marches forward into the light, eyes red and hot. “Because of you, I had to watch my sister live her final days in misery! She should have been laughing and singing and eating, and doing everything she couldn’t because you couldn’t see past her one mistake!” Lena gulped. She knew Alex needed an outlet. Luthors were masters at emotional suppression, but even her own boxes had begun to overflow, begging to burst. However, Lena was not the one who deserved that relief, however much it can bring. In some ways, Alex’s hatred is comforting. It wouldn’t be justice if the universe left her alone to hate herself. “Well, are you satisfied now, Lena? Is this karma for what she did to you?” Alex bellows. Lena can do nothing but grimace. She doesn’t look away. She doesn’t deserve to. Alex continues, but her voice drops threateningly low. “What right do you have to come in here and cry over my sister’s body? After what you’ve done?” “None.” Once again, Alex doesn’t acknowledge she spoke.

“If you think you can be here out of some misplaced respect for your history with her, you lying to yourself!” Lena nods. “I am a liar. You’re right. And a hypocrite.” Her voice suddenly wavered, the change as abrupt as a car in a collision. “I...I wanted her to believe I hated her when…”

She couldn’t finish the sentence. She just couldn’t. Her body crumbled.

Maybe it was the piece of Kara that had rubbed off on Alex, but for some reason, she feels the elder Danvers arms wrapping around her shoulder right at the moment Lena’s knees hit the ground. Alex doesn’t say a word - Lena suspects there is still too much fury stuck in her throat to offer any sort of verbal comfort. That was a reality they could both deal with while unable to face the rest of it. Together they weep, devoid of hope in the presence of the one woman who gave it to them both.

Thanks for reading! Not that confident about this one, but it ended up being a lot longer than I anticipated, so there’s one more part coming! Kara’s resurrection obviously included. That should be a little happier methinks. Final Part

#supercorp #supercorp fanfic #my fanfic #lena luthor #kara danvers #supergirl #I am so tired so I hope there aren't mistakes #I'll rewrite if i ever post on ao3 lol

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