#astra x eliza

[doudouneverte]

This night | VW 2023 (d-three)

a/n: day three of the valentine's week, I hoped you had a great valentine's Day, I spend my day at school and I spend my night in front of the Champions Leagues, it's a another story. I'll see you tomorrow for the [W.M] fic, I'm excited.

*not my GIF*

Kara Danvers/Supergirl x Female!Reader

Summary: you planned to spent a beatiful night with your girlfriend but when she came late because of her super stuff you met someone who seem important to her

Type: fluff

Warning: nothing

word count: 1505

day one | day two | day four | day five | day six | day seven

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You were running late; you spent the last night watching movies with your girlfriend, Kara Danvers. Yeah, Supergirl. Usually she would wake you up before going to work, but she had an emergency, and she headed to Catco just after. You succeeded in coming on time, but that didn't really matter for your boss; you just came to your desk, and Cat Grant needed you to interview a witness to a robbery. You almost saw your girlfriend before you went out. The rest of the day was not better, but you knew you would have the whole week to complain. Tonight you had to prepare for Valentine's Day with the vigilante.

"Okay, Y/n, you have to do something for tonight; you can do that," you whispered to yourself. You opened the door of Kara's apartment; you've been dating for 2 years now, and 6 months ago, you decided it could be great to live together. You started to search for some ingredients, but there was nothing, so now you had to go to the grocery store.

After a half hour, you were back in the apartment. You started to cook when you heard someone lending at the window. "Hey, Kara, I hope you had a good day," you said without turning around, but when the person didn't respond, you started to worry and suddenly turned around to meet a woman with black hair and a single white lock. "Who are you?" You asked, and you grabbed a knife.

"I don't know for you, but I'm sure it will not hurt me," she said, pointing the knife.

"You didn't reply. Who are you?" You repeated, "I know Supergirl." You added it like a threat, and she chuckled.

"I hope you know her; I need to speak with her, and when I came, I found a stranger in her house," you gasped.

"I'm not a stranger; I'm her girlfriend. You, you're a stranger." She took a few steps toward you.

"I'm not a stranger; I'm her aunt." She imitated you.

"What?" You frowned, your eyebrows raised. "What do you mean by her aunt?"

"And what do you mean by her girlfriend?" she replied

"What do you mean by what I mean?" This conversation was one of the weirdest you've had with someone. "I'm her girlfriend, you know; I sleep with her; we cuddle; and we do some couples things in bed." You both started to blush at your last word.

"Okay, I was not expecting to hear about my niece's sex life when I came here," she said, and you both laughed; it was very strange. "And I'm her aunt, you know, I'm her mother's sister," she said.

"Can you stop imitating me, please? It's weird," you replied, and she smirked. You put the knife on the table and took a deep breath. "Okay, so you are her aunt, but Alex didn't tell me that Eliza has a sister."

"Who is Eliza?" The older woman asked, and you were more confused.

"What do you mean, who is Eliza?" You could tell by the look on her face that she was not lying. "Kara's mom. I mean, when she lent here," and the black-haired woman seemed to start to understand

"Oooh, I see now. But no, I'm not the sister of this Eliza," she replied, and it took you some seconds to understand what she said and what that meant.

"Wait, you are her Kryptonian mother's sister?" You asked, and she nodded. "Oh God, I'm so sorry." You reached out a hand. "I'm Y/n by the way."

She shook your hand. "Nice to meet you, Y/n by the way, I'm Astra." you laughed.

"No, my name is Y/N Y/L/N, not by the way," and she laughed with you.

"I'm sorry, I'm new here, and I don't know all of your customs." Your eyes were now wide open.

"Wait, you just came here and I treated you with a knife; I should be the one who apologizes." Your hands started to shake nervously. "I should have a talk with Kara after that; she didn't tell me you were going to come. I just came from the grocery store, and I didn't finish cooking."

"Oh no, don't worry, darling, it's alright; I wanted to make a surprise," she assured you, and you sat on the couch in the living room. You quickly opened the door, grabbed something to drink, and brought some snacks. You put them on the cafe table and sat next to her. "Thanks, sweetheart, but you don't have to."

"Oh, come on, I can't let the aunt of my girlfriend like that."

"But you were cooking something when I came; I don't want to bother you."

You looked at the oven and the timer you put on your phone. "Don't worry, we have some time. And I have some questions about Kara and her childhood."

You spent the next thirty minutes talking, and she helped you with the cooking, and she looked at the clock "I'm sorry, Y/N/N, but I think it's time for me to leave."

"Oh noo, you can't stay a little longer? Plus, Kara hasn't come yet; you can't leave without seeing her, right?" You started to like her; she was an amazing woman, she was so kind, and you loved to share some stories about your girlfriend.

"I'm sorry, but don't worry, I'll see her the next time." You nodded and hugged her.

"Be safe," you said.

"Thank you; you too," she replied, and she flew away. She just left, and the front door opened. You smiled when you saw Kara.

"Hey babe, I missed you." You ran to hug her, and she wrapped her arms around your waist and kissed you. "Why are you late?" You asked when you pulled away.

"Mrs. Grant needed me, and after that, there were some problems with aliens, but I brought you flowers." She handed you a bouquet.

"Oh, they're beautiful; thank you, Kara." You showered her face with a lot of kisses, and you mumbled, 'I love you' and 'you're the best'. You dragged her on the couch and started to purr wine in glasses. The Kryptonian looked at the table and found a glass and snacks.

"Did you have guests?" she asked, and you looked at her to find your girlfriend with a glass in her hand.

"Oh yeah, it was Astra, your aunt," you replied, focusing on the food. You missed the confusion in her face.

"What?" was all she could manage to say.

"Yeah, she left just before you came; she is very kind; I like her; we should invite her to have dinner the next time, no?"

"You were here alone with my aunt? And you didn't tell me?" You looked at her, and her anger almost scared you.

"Sorry, babe, she told me how much you love her, but I was sure you were busy with your super stuff. But don't worry, I'll call you the next time she comes, I promise."

Kara rushed to you and examined you. "Did she hurt you?" she asked, and you frowned your eyebrows.

"No! Why would she hurt me?" You caressed her cheek. "Kara, are you okay?" she hesistated

"Euh, yeah, don't worry," she smiled.

"Okay, because I start to think I did something wrong," you said shyly.

"No, of course not, honey; you never do something wrong It's just, I was... surprised; the last time I saw her, it was on Krypton, so." You nodded. "But don't worry, I'm sure I'll see her soon."

"Yeah, me too," you replied. "She seems busy, but she really wanted to see you."

"What did you talk about it with her?" she asked carefully.

"Oh, we talked about you, but not in bad terms; don't worry." A smile appeared on Kara's face. "She was so kind; she told me about your childhood. I told her about our first meeting, and she was like, 'oh I know you can't hurt physically, but if you broke her heart, I'll find you' She was scary, but it's normal for everybody to be overprotective for your little beautiful head." You kissed her forehead, and she felt butterflies in her stomach.

This night, the new National City's vigilante didn't know why she felt proud to know you talked with her aunt; maybe she was glad that she liked you, and she found out why her niece loved you too.

This night Kara didn't see her aunt, who was watching you across your window and smiled at the sight of her niece happy.

This night, even with her super hearing, your girlfriend didn't hear Astra say, "I'm happy for you, and I wish she could stay with you to maintain your smile," and this night the blond didn't sense her aunt fleeing away, wishing her happiness.

But this night, you became more close to Kara. This night you received another approval from her family; this night you were sure you wanted to spend the rest of your life with Kara (Danvers) Zor-El.

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[sunnyie-eve]

10 | The Debate

Series: A Zombie's Serenity 

Paring: Zed Necrodopolis x OFC Buchanan!

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: Might be a few mistakes, and I'm using Brenna D'Amico as how the OC's looks

| MASTERLIST |

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"I so have this election and debate in the bag today. That Zombie is going to make a fool of himself." I hear Bucky talking to our parents as I walk downstairs. 

"You don't know that." I give him a look. 

"Yeah, I do. People like me more than him." He chuckles, "Plus he's a monster. Who wants a monster for president?" He looks at our parents. 

"People who agree with what he can bring to the school." My mom says making Bucky roll his eyes.

"People will see they don't need a monster." He leaves getting up and heads out the door first then I follow. 

When I get to school I see the Willa walking alone so I jog over to her. "Willa." I make her turn around. "This belong to you wolves." I hand the box over to her as the others so up. 

"What are you doing?" Wyatt's asks.

"I know I'm not a werewolf so the stone isn't necessary for me to have. I didn't want to take it last night but Wyatt handed it me and I didn't want to seem rude by not accepting it. The only reason any of you think I'm a werewolf is because of my hair. Maybe it has some reason behind it but I'm just me and I'm fine with it. I'm sorry for not even trying to put it on but you need it more than me. I respect you all as a pack but I can't be something I'm not. I hope you can respect that and understand." I walk away from them going to look for Zed. When I turn the down one of the halls Zed sees and rushes over to me.

"I just want you to think about everything with the were-," I cut him off leaning up to kiss him. Since he wasn't expecting it he froze in place making me laugh as I step back. "What was that for?" He looks at me confused. 

"The same reason why you kissed me." I say making him smile. 

"What about the wolves?" He makes me chuckle. 

"I gave the wolves their necklace back because that's not who I am. And I never thought I was one. I'm just plan old normal, Serenity Astra Buchanan. There's nothing special about me or my hair. Just me." I tell him with a smile. 

"You're special to me." He takes my hand into his. I step closer leaning up to kiss him again but as he leans down Eliza shows up. 

"What are you two doing?" She laughs. 

"Talking." Zed tells her. 

"Yeah, because that's what it looked like. Now we're gonna be late for the debate." She tells him so we leave.

"You're going to prove to everyone that we're more then just..." Eliza says as we enter the room but Zed and I see the banners Bucky put up. 

"Monsters." He says making her look. "Bucky made me look..." He starts. 

"Scary... I'm so sorry. I should have thought he was up to something when he said something this morning." I sigh as everyone looks at him as we walk through them. 

"You don't need to apologize." He lets out a big sigh. 

"I'm not surprised your brother would do something like this." Eliza tells me as Zed starts to pace. 

"I'm not either. He's such a pain." I huff. 

"You got your speech?" Eliza asks Zed and he pulls it out that had the moonstone necklace the wolves gave Addison.

"Why do you have that?" I ask him. 

"I took it. I can't let her become a werewolf. She's a good friend and being a monster isn't easy. I would've took yours too if I had to opportunity to if you were gonna do it because I want to protect you. All of this was for you." He tells us. 

"No, Zed. All of this is bigger than me. This is for you, for Eliza, for all zombies. It's more important to Zombies than to me." I tell him making Eliza smile at me. 

"Look, we'll deal with this later, okay? Just become president. That's what zombies need." Eliza puts Addison's necklace back in his jacket before giving him a pat. "

You got this and you will do great." I give him a smile then go over to Eliza. 

"I really appreciate you." She tells me. 

"For speaking the truth?" I ask and she nods her head.

Bucky get introduced first then Eliza introduces Zed, "Hear him roar!" She says making him tell her no. "Zed'll fight for you!" She shouts making him go over to her. 

"You know what, um, I'm not going to fight. Cause, no, this isn't a fight. This is just a nice lil' cordial debate we're having here today." He tells everyone making Principal Lee say that's good to hear and they high five making her happy. 

"Are you ready to battle?" She asks making everyone cheer.

"It is my mission." Bucky starts. 

"We got a goal in mind." The Acey's add. 

"Save our tradition." Bucky tries to get people to understand. 

"That is the bottom line." The three add again. 

"We're always winning." I try not to laugh at him. 

"Look how the trophies shine." I shake my head at them. 

"You're going down, bury you back underground." Bucky tells Zed. 

"I'm the one who stands up for the people. I embrace diversity, treat everyone as equal." Zed tells the crowd. 

"Zed is thoughtful." I add. 

"Thanks." He smiles. 

"He's a natural born leader." Eliza and I say together. 

"True." He agrees with us. 

"And if you think about it, Bucky is neither." Eliza says making me hold back a laugh.

"Yo, I will win this race. I'm a cheer rock star, mirrors love my face." Bucky says being himself.

"Your ego made your head so big, you can't see. You got no shot to beat me." Zed tells making the crowd oh. 

"I know you hear me, if you're with me stand up!" Bucky and the Acey's get some of the crowd to stand up. 

"No way you'll win if you go against us." The three of us say. 

"In pictures we're more glamorous." Bucky says making Eliza and I look at each other. 

"You want a battle with the best? Good luck, let's go!" Zed tells him.

{ Zed, Bucky, Both } You need a leader who looks out for the crowd (Then I'm winning!) Someone that'll make you proud (Then I'm winning!) There through the ups-and-downs (I'm winning!) Let me hear you scream it loud (I'm winning!)

"I challenge an old way of thinkin'." Zed tells Bucky. 

"Yo, I know I'll be a much better president." Bucky puts his hands in his hips. 

"Tell 'em your reasons!" The Acey's says making me look at them. 

"I'm a real human, there's no danger in that! They're real monsters, what if they turn back?" Bucky tells the crowd. 

"We aren't monsters, man, we win the football games. We join the cheer squad, monsters wouldn't do those things. We got a good attitude." Zed tries making a point. 

"Dude, you eat brains." Bucky looks at him. 

"If I did, you don't have one, So you'd be safe." Zed tells him and I laugh. 

"Ooh, zigna-doo, ding, badda-doo. Bidda-ba, didda-bo, deeda-za, ba-doo, a-doo-wop." Bonzo decides to join in.

"You're all weird and strange." Bucky makes me roll my eyes. 

"We are here for change! We need a president who will do whatever it takes." Zed makes a huge point to people. 

"Look, we can go back and forth, but in the end it's facts. You're a monster and you can't debate that." Bucky points at him. 

"I know you hear me, if you're with me stand up!" Zed, Eliza and me tell the crowd making Zombies stand up. 

"No way you'll win if you go against us!" Bucky makes his side stand up. 

"I know we'll be victorious!" We tell him. 

"You want a battle with the best? Good luck, let's go!" Bucky shouts making us all dance with who we were for.

{ Zed, Bucky, Both } You need a leader who looks out for the crowd! (Then I'm winning!) Someone that'll make you proud! (Then I'm winning!) There through the ups-and-downs! (I'm winning!) Let me hear you scream it loud! (I'm winning!)

"You wanna change Seabrook?" Bucky tells Zed. 

"Yeah, for the better." Zed says. 

"Aha, I knew it. How's it better to have zombies at Prawn?" Bucky asks. 

"Our dance game's strong!" Zed tells him and zombies stand up. 

"What?!" Bucky asks confused. 

"Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!" We all shout doing a dance. 

"Zombie-tongue in Seabrook, zabba-dabba-zinga." Bucky mocks. 

"I think I'd make a fine president, too. Thanks for the compliment! I think you'd like Zombie as a second language, it's an easy A!" Zed tells him. 

"What's next, more Zombie days on calendars?" Bucky laughs. 

"More holidays." Zed makes zombies cheer. 

"Woah, woah!" Bucky sees his side taking Zed flyers. 

"And as an added perk. If I'm president, no more homework!" Zed shouts.

{ Zed, Bucky, Both } You need a leader that looks out for the crowd (Then I'm winning!) Someone that'll make you proud (Then I'm winning!) There through the ups-and-downs (I'm winning!) Let me hear you scream it loud (I'm winning!) You need a leader that looks out for the crowd (Then I'm winning!) Someone that'll make you proud (Then I'm winning!) There through the ups-and-downs (I'm winning!) Let me hear you scream it loud (I'm winning!)

Zed gets everyone to cheer for him making Bucky panic and whine. "Zed for prez! Vote for me, because I swear I'm no monster." Zed tells everyone before his Z-Band acts up making him zombie out. 

"Oh, no." We rush over to him. 

"Addison's necklace is shutting down your Z-band." Eliza tells him while everyone starts to scream and panic. 

"See! See! He's a monster!" Bucky goes up to him. 

"Knock it off, Bucky." I get up on the stage. 

"Can't let them see me as a monster." Zed tries to control himself. 

"Breathe. Focus, okay? You can control this. You don't have to hide, Zed. You did it before remember?" I try to get close to him but Bucky tugs me back hard. 

"I know you won't hurt me, big guy. But they don't." Bucky gets in Zeds face so I pull him back. "Come on, throw it!" Bucky tells him as he picks up the podium and he does. 

"You're ridiculous." I shove Bucky out of my way walking up to Zed to remove Addison's necklace but I need to get him to stop moving around. 

"Zed, look at me." I tell him so he does roaring and jerking his head around. "You can control this." He slowly starts to calm down enough looking at me to were I could pull the necklace off his band. He goes back to normal looking at everyone scared of him before running off while Bucky gets a sly smile. "Jerk." I punch his shoulder before running after Zed.

[iamsuperconfused]

Not Forgotten - Chapter 50

New chapter is here

After spending the morning together, Maggie & Lena eventually joins the superfriends to celebrate Maggie's birthday, meanwhile Jamie and Winn are surprised to find who exactly is Lyra's new neighbor.

[femslashhistorian]

Supergirl Femslash Ships & Fics Retrospective - Part 2a

Welcome back to the Supergirl (TV 2015) femslash ships & fics retrospective. Part 2 is a long list of femslash ships and corresponding AO3 links. (As the list got too long, part 2 is now split into two parts). From part 3 on we will focus on femslash ships of a particular character and a selection of fics and fic recs.

a) Series Overview

Supergirl Femslash Ships & Fics Retrospective

Part 1: Introduction, the TV show [tumbl] [WordP]

Part 2a: List of F/F Ships (this part)

Part 2b: List of Polyamorous Ships [tumb] [WordP]

Part 3: Astra/x [tumbl] [WordP]

Part 4: Andrea/x [tumbl] [WordPress]

(links to be added once the parts are done)

b) List of F/F ships (with AO3 links)

A

Alex Danvers

Alex Danvers/Agent Vasquez

Alex Danvers/Cat Grant

Alex Danvers/Kara Danvers

Alex Danvers/Kelly Olsen

Alex Danvers/Lena Luthor

Alex Danvers/Lucy Lane

Alex Danvers/Maggie Sawyer

Alex Danvers/Nia Nal

Alex Danvers/Sara Lance

Astra/Alex Danvers

Samantha "Sam" Arias/Alex Danvers

Andrea Rojas

Kara Danvers/Andrea Rojas

Lena Luthor/Andrea Rojas

Samantha "Sam" Arias/Andrea Rojas

Astra (Supergirl TV 2015)

Astra/Alex Danvers

Astra/Maggie Sawyer

C-J

Cat Grant

Alex Danvers/Cat Grant

Cat Grant/Lena Luthor

Cat Grant/Lois Lane

Kara Danvers/Cat Grant

Eve Teschmacher

Jess/Eve Teschmacher

Lena Luthor/Eve Teschmacher

Imra Ardeen

Imra Ardeen/Gayle Marsh

Imra Ardeen/Kara Danvers

Imra Ardeen/Lena Luthor

Jess (Supergirl TV 2015)

Jess/Eve Teschmacher

Jess/Lena Luthor

Jess/Pam (Supergirl TV 2015)

Kara Danvers/Jess

K

Kara Danvers

Alex Danvers/Kara Danvers

Imra Ardeen/Kara Danvers

Kara Danvers/Andrea Rojas

Kara Danvers/Cat Grant

Kara Danvers/Diana (Wonder Woman)

Kara Danvers/Kara Danvers

Kara Danvers/Kate Kane

Kara Danvers/Kelly Olsen

Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor

Kara Danvers/Lucy Lane

Kara Danvers/M'gann M'orzz

Kara Danvers/Maggie Sawyer

Kara Danvers/Morgana (Merlin)

Kara Danvers/Nia Nal

Kara Danvers/Red Daughter | Linda Lee

Kara Danvers/Sara Lance

Samantha "Sam" Arias/Kara Danvers

Kelly Olsen (Supergirl TV 2015)

Alex Danvers/Kelly Olsen

Kara Danvers/Kelly Olsen

Nia Nal/Kelly Olsen

Note:  The ship tags are a bit of a mess for everything that involves Red Daughter; Kara and Supergirl if they are separate persons or split from each other; or any other alternative versions of Kara and/or Supergirl. In particular if they are paired with Lena.

The Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor/Supergirl tag in particular is pretty much useless as some authors used it more or less a synonym of Kara/Lena and some author's used it to indicate that Kara and Supergirl are separate persons and both have a relationship with Lena (or something similar). Sometimes it is really hard to understand what the pairing is (without reading the whole fic). Thankfully some authors make it clear in the author's notes. We will probably come back to this in the parts of the retrospective that focus on Red Daughter and Kara.

L

Lena Luthor

Alex Danvers/Lena Luthor

Cat Grant/Lena Luthor

Diana (Wonder Woman)/Lena Luthor

Imra Ardeen/Lena Luthor

Jess/Lena Luthor

Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor

Lena Luthor/Andrea Rojas

Lena Luthor/Eve Teschmacher

Lena Luthor/Maggie Sawyer

Lena Luthor/Nia Nal

Lena Luthor/Veronica Sinclair

Red Daughter | Linda Lee/Lena Luthor

Samantha "Sam" Arias/Lena Luthor

Sara Lance/Lena Luthor

Leslie Willis

Siobhan Smythe/Leslie Willis

Lillian Luthor

Eliza Danvers/Lillian Luthor

Lillian Luthor/Lena Luthor's Biological Mother

Lucy Lane (DCU)

Alex Danvers/Lucy Lane

Alura In-Ze | Alura Zor-El/Lucy Lane

Kara Danvers/Lucy Lane

Lucy Lane/Maggie Sawyer

M-N

Maggie Sawyer

Alex Danvers/Maggie Sawyer

Astra/Maggie Sawyer

Kara Danvers/Maggie Sawyer

Lena Luthor/Maggie Sawyer

Lucy Lane/Maggie Sawyer

Nia Nal

Alex Danvers/Nia Nal

Kara Danvers/Nia Nal

Lena Luthor/Nia Nal

Nia Nal/Kelly Olsen

R-S

Red Daughter | Linda Lee

Kara Danvers/Red Daughter | Linda Lee

Red Daughter | Linda Lee/Lena Luthor

Red Daughter | Linda Lee/Morgana (Merlin)

Samantha "Sam" Arias/Red Daughter | Linda Lee

Samantha "Sam" Arias

Samantha "Sam" Arias/Alex Danvers

Samantha "Sam" Arias/Andrea Rojas

Samantha "Sam" Arias/Kara Danvers

Samantha "Sam" Arias/Lena Luthor

Samantha "Sam" Arias/Red Daughter | Linda Lee

c) Methodology

Started with the Supergirl (TV 2015) - Relationships by Character page on AO3 (as per late Feb 2022), which is very useful but a bit unwieldy (it also includes tags for which there are no fics).

Manually checked the ships

Included only femslash ships

Included ships/tags if the ship is one of the main ships in at least a few fics

Removed (nearly all) non-DC crossover ships (as out of scope)

Removed (nearly all) DC crossover ships (as out of scope)

Some editorial choices were made to keep the list manageable

As this was a mostly manual process (including reading dozens of fic summaries) there will probably be some mistakes.

 d) Tips

Especially for rare pairs this AO3 tip is really helpful:

After you clicked on one of the AO3 ship tags, type "otp:true" in the "Search within results" box (under "More Options") and you will only see the fics in which your OTP is the main ship.

While this is often helpful, it is not a fix for all problems to filter fics that have several relationship tags. For example it is often not helpful for polyamorous ships as many authors tag fics with the ship A/B/C not only with A/B/C but (also) with A/B, B/C and A/C.

 And remember to download your favorite fics, fics you want to read later and long fic that you are currently reading.

 Next in the Supergirl Femslash Ships & Fics Retrospective: Part 2b - Polyamorous Ships

[wizardofahz]

Superpowers? Whatever

A/N: Just a silly little series of snippets about Alex being unimpressed by superpowers thanks to Kara. 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

pre-3x06 Midvale flashback scenes (Super Hearing)

Kara presses her hands against her ears.

When Eliza and Alex brought Kara to the park, they hadn’t considered the possibility of anyone using dog whistles. 

Alex stares at the dog whistle now hanging from the woman’s hand. She’s learned about Pavlov. Given how much Kara loves snacks, Alex wonders how easy it would be to condition Kara. As an added bonus, Alex wouldn’t have to deal with hearing the annoying noise herself.

“Alex?” Her mom’s voice cuts through her thoughts.

“Just thinking about Pavlov,” Alex murmurs. 

Apparently her mom can read her mind because she immediately says, “Alex, no.”

...

post-3x06 Midvale flashback scenes (X-ray Vision)

“Ow.”

“Are you okay?” Kara asks anxiously.

“I think so.” Alex tries to move her left arm. “Ow. Actually, can you take a quick look to make sure nothing’s broken?”

“Alex,” Kara says uncertainly.

“If nothing’s broken, then Mom doesn’t need to know about this.”

And they definitely don’t want Eliza to know about their adventures.

“I don’t know what it’s supposed to look like,” Kara reminds her. 

“Oh, right.” Alex brings her right hand up to rub at her forehead. “Mom has her anatomy textbooks in her office. Can you check those for reference?”

Kara nods and scrambles away.

...

pre-season 1 (Super Strength)

Kara falls onto the couch beside Alex. “Ugh, moving is exhausting.”

Moving the couch up the stairwell and into Alex’s new apartment in National City had been overly reminiscent of the scene in Friends. With Kara maintaining appearances as a normal human, she had been relegated to helping Alex move sans powers.

Mostly.

Alex glares at her. “You have super strength!”

“Okay, so I’d never drop the couch,” Kara says. “But also, one wrong move with those tight turns, and I could’ve shoved you and the couch through the walls.” She taps her temple. “Needed all my mental super strength.”

...

1x02 Stronger Together (Freeze Breath)

Agent Vasquez approaches Alex, tablet in hand. “Ma’am, we’ve got Supergirl news.” 

Reports of Supergirl’s freeze breath mishap in the bay fill the screen.

Alex frowns, remembering delicate snow falling around the Christmas tree in their living room. Surely that required good control of Kara’s freeze breath. “What happened to White Christmas?”

“What?” Vasquez asks.

“What?” Alex repeats. Realizing what she said aloud, she says, “Nothing.” Kara’s words about almost forgetting how to fly echo in Alex’s head, and the incident starts to make more sense. “I’m sure she’ll get it under control, but keep me apprised of any updates.” 

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post-1x09 Blood Bonds (Super Speed)

“Thanks again for going to Chicago to get me food,” Alex says once everything with Astra, General Lane, and Cat has calmed down.

���No problem,” Kara says. “Hey, now that I’m Supergirl, I can probably do that more often.” 

Alex lights up. “Did I ever tell you about the best gnocchi I’ve ever had?”

“What? No.” Kara suddenly sits up straighter. “Where is it?”

“It was in Rome,” Alex says, pulling out her phone. “I think the Testaccio neighborhood. Let me double check.”

Kara checks her own phone for the time in Rome. “I’m going to Rome. Be right back.”

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2x03 Welcome to Earth (Heat Vision)

“Did you consider not running into the literal line of fire?” Maggie asks as she accompanies Alex back to the DEO, so Alex can patch her up properly.

Alex shrugs. After growing up with Kara and her occasionally uncontrolled heat vision, the literal line of fire is nothing new. 

“Do you think she’s ever thought about other uses for her powers?” Alex asks about the Infernian.

Maggie cocks her head. “Like what?”

“Like s’mores,” Alex says. “If she holds marshmallows just right, she could make the perfect s’mores. I’ve done that with Supergirl.”

Maggie laughs. “You guys really are fun.”

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3x09 Reign (Flight)

“Okay, one, has Supergirl ever flown you anywhere? And two, if so, how was it? And, three…” 

Alex smiles at the enthusiasm behind Ruby’s rapidfire questions.

Of the many times Alex has flown with Kara, some occasions make for rather dull stories. 

When they were kids, they liked watching movies late into the night. After many nights of falling asleep on the couch, they devised a new code phrase. Eliza would say, “ET phone home”, and Kara would sleep-float the two of them upstairs to their beds.

Alex decides to tell Ruby about “I’ll meet you outside”. That’s much cooler.

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season 5? idk post-identity reveal (Invulverability)

“How’re you processing everything?” Kelly asks as she and William watch Alex and Kara goof off together. 

“I won’t lie. It’s surreal,” William says. “And Alex is definitely human?”

Kelly frowns in confusion. “Yeah, why?”

“I’ve seen them before, you know, typical siblings: Alex feinting and Kara recoiling. Her fear seemed quite real.” William laughs at his own naivete. “I know Kara must be a good actress to pull off her multiple identities but...”

“Oh, no, I think that’s genuine,” Kelly says. “Kara may be invulnerable, and Alex may be human, but I don’t think that matters for these two.”

[c-optimistic]

brave

They met as wide-eyed, sticky fingered, mess inclined, and chatty third graders. And Kara had known it was a love story from the start.

Well, all right. No, she didn’t know at eight years old, per se. She certainly had figured it out by the time they were seniors in high school, but in third grade, watching some short, grubby, sniffling boy attempt to shove Lena off the swing set made Kara see red, not hearts, ending up with a fistful of the boy’s shirt, making threats there was no way she could’ve backed up. (That bully hadn’t seemed to realize that; she found out he’d transferred schools not a week later, teachers citing he had ‘irreconcilable issues’ with the other students—namely, Kara.)

The point, of course, was that it wasn’t exactly the beginning of some romantic love story. Rather, it turned into Lena’s favorite thing to talk about when they met new people, an icebreaker of sorts when she met with investors and board members and random strangers on the street, the lot of them chuckling over Lena Luthor’s childhood best friend.

(“She was barely three feet tall, I swear. But she scared him with nothing but narrowed eyes and a gritted voice and honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more impressive. My best friend was, and I guess still is, a badass.”

Not that she’d admit it, but Kara always blushed at the story and at Lena’s added comment at the end.)

And the thing was, she knew she screwed up. Because Lena was more than just a best friend to her—most times, Lena felt a little bit like everything. Lena was her rock, her anchor, her grounding point. When everything was going wrong in her life, it had been Lena that she turned to, Lena who held her hand, Lena who allowed her to sob on her shoulder.

Falling in love with her best friend wasn’t a part of their story. Until, well, it was. And once it happened, it felt pretty damn inevitable. (Like the sun rising. Like the stars shining. Like the rising and falling tides. Like the changing of seasons and the blooming of flowers and the fresh scent of an afternoon breeze.)

Yet, when Kara shared these thoughts with the others in her life, she wasn’t exactly met with a response that inspired much confidence. Alex just laughed at the use of the word inevitable, Winn questioned her sanity more than once, and James had pulled her into a silent hug. And yes, their support would’ve been nice, but it’d gotten to the point that Kara didn’t care what they thought, because they hadn’t been there the day she met Lena. Her sister and friends weren’t there when Kara turned to Lena, her chest heaving in anger, horrified that anyone would dare hurt someone over a swing set, and Lena had smiled at her, stuck out her hand (already practicing her future career, already charming and clever and confident), and leaned forward.

“Hi,” she’d said, “I’m Lena. Thanks for helping me.”

And Kara (clumsy, cheerful, and carefree) promptly fell in love.

It just took her ten more years recognize it for what it was, then another ten before she did anything about it.

x

Lena was her best friend.

She didn’t come to such a conclusion lightly. No, at nine years old and precocious to boot, Kara took great care in the way she labeled the people in her life. Alex was her sister in all but blood—their families close, spending most free evenings and weekends with Alex, Eliza, and Jeremiah—and Clark, her actual blood relative, was a continual disappointment, making promises he seemed never able to keep.

And Lena, Lena was her best friend.

“Is that why you talk about her so much?” her mother asked one afternoon, home early from work, an exhausted but pleased expression on her face. “Because she’s your best friend?” Kara didn’t understand the wry smile, the funny expression. It didn’t seem to matter at the time.

“Yes!” she answered cheerfully, bounding over to her mother and ignoring her aunt’s snort from where she sat in the kitchen, head buried in a book, hands preoccupied with a mug of hot chocolate (the one she made for Kara long finished, burnt tongue forgotten in the repeated—and rejected—requests for more). “Like you and father! Or Aunt Astra and Uncle Non!”

Astra looked up at the sound of her name, brows furrowed in the way that Kara worked so hard to mimic, and she put her mug aside, lips quirking into something resembling a smile.

“Oh little one,” she began slowly, shaking her head as she clearly steeled herself to say something, her eyes soft in the way she only ever looked at Kara. “That’s not—”

“—it’s fine, Astra,” Kara’s mother interrupted, her own smile still in place. “I’m sure she’ll figure it out eventually without our help. Kara’s a smart girl.”

Astra laughed and agreed, neither her nor Kara’s mother deigning to answer Kara’s repeated questions as to what was so funny.

(Later, Kara will find solace in the fact that though she was too young and too naïve to put her feelings into words, her aunt and mother had understood anyway. Even years later, it felt important that her family had known about what she felt for Lena—it was a big thing in her life, and she was glad she somehow shared it with her family.)

x

Lena did not get along with her adoptive mother.

Kara wasn’t sure why, Lena never quite explained or even acknowledged it except with soft sighs and resigned expressions. Alex told Kara that the Luthors were an old family—Kara didn’t really understand what that meant and Alex assured her once she was a teenager it’d make sense—and that Lillian Luthor was a stickler for tradition.

(The truth was that Eliza and Jeremiah had worriedly discussed a bruise Kara had mentioned to her parents offhandedly when telling them every detail about her day with Lena, and Alex had merely repeated phrases she’d heard her parents utter.

The truth was that ‘did not get along’ was an understatement, not at all an accurate description of what Lena dealt with everyday, and yet those in any position to offer help were rendered powerless against a name like Luthor and everything that entailed.)

Kara wasn’t a teenager like Alex, she wasn’t wise like Lena, but the same protective instinct she’d felt in elementary school made a raging comeback in middle school when Lena confided to her that she was afraid to go home, afraid to disappoint her mother somehow. And it was so different from Kara’s own experiences—her own desire to spend as much time as she could with her busy mother, looking forward to the days she wasn’t buried in cases, unbuttoning the top two buttons of her shirt as she finally walked through the door late at night, forcing the exhaustion from her face and smiling wide at Kara—that she took Lena by the hand and told her quite firmly that she didn’t have to go home at all.

When Lionel Luthor himself came by their home several hours later, he frowned at the protective way Kara stood in front of Lena, listened carefully to what Kara’s mother had to say, then knelt down and placed a hand on Kara’s shoulder.

“I’m very glad Lena has a friend like you, Kara,” he said, using his free hand to rub his bald head unconsciously, weariness tingeing his actions and words. “Do you mind if she spends more of her time here?”

“Of course not,” Kara answered, almost offended that he even felt the need to ask. Lena was her best friend. She didn’t think there was anything she wasn’t willing to do for Lena.

“I’ll take care of it,” Lionel Luthor said as he got back to his feet, looked over to Kara’s parents now. “Thank you for bringing it to my attention. Thank you for your daughter.” He grinned over at Kara, holding out a hand for Lena, seemingly unsurprised that Lena took great care to first squeeze Kara’s hand in thanks before reaching out for her father.

(When she was tucked in that night, Kara’s mother told her she was proud of her, that she did the right thing bringing Lena home with her.

And many years later, Lena will squeeze her hand much like she had that day, smiling as she said, “You saved me from the day I met you. But it wasn’t till that afternoon that I realized you were my hero.”)

x

She was thirteen when her parents died in that fire and her aunt and uncle were jailed for it.

Clark and the Danvers called it an explosion, the papers called it an attack by those who disagreed with her parents’ work, but Kara always referred to it as ‘that fire’ both in her head and out loud. It was ‘that fire that killed her parents,’ ‘that fire that ruined her life,’ ‘that fire that took everything from her.’ She didn’t want to give that fire legitimacy by giving it a proper name, a proper description. It was cruel and senseless and quick, and Kara could do nothing but hate that fire in the only way she knew how: by never dwelling on it, by never giving it a name.

(Calling it that fire rather than ‘murder’ or ‘crime’ or ‘loss of everything she once held sacred’ made her feel better, made her think that maybe one day she would hear the name Astra and not want to throw up, that she could think of her parents and not imagine the horror they must have felt when their own family stabbed them in the back.

Calling it that fire gave Kara distance and separation, two things she desperately needed unless she wanted images of a bright red flame tearing everything she held dear apart seared into the back of her eyelids, visible every time she closed her eyes.)

Only Lena had ever seemed to understand. Only Lena had never once brought it up, merely following Kara’s lead and referring to the explosion, the attack, the death of her parents, as nothing more than that fire.

And Kara was thirteen, she was heartbroken and alone, and Clark—the one her parents had named as her guardian in the event anything went wrong—packed his things and disappeared, leaving her with the Danvers.

(“I’m too young to be a parent,” he’d said, hugging her tightly. “I’m not good for you, Kara, please understand that.”

She didn’t, of course.)

And Kara was thirteen and she had Alex’s warm hugs at night, promising her that they were officially sisters and she’d always be there, and she had Lena’s tight grip on her hand at school, silently swearing she’d always lend her strength, the two of them spending every free moment together.

But Kara was thirteen, and she mistook the love she felt for Lena with the sort of love she felt for Alex, and that seemed enough at the time.

x

“What’re you doing?” Alex asked, chin on Kara’s shoulder, eye on the sketchbook placed on the desk in front of her. She grimaced a little when she noticed the graphite coating Kara’s fingers, and she reached out, plucking each individual digit, prying them from the pencil in Kara’s hand, rolling her eyes when Kara merely huffed and hunched her shoulders, attempting to ward off Alex’s lanky limbs.

“None of your business.”

“You’re in the middle of the living room, it’s my business when you’re in my line of sight.”

“How about I use that argument when you’re chatting with whatever her name is on the phone until three in the morning?”

As if the words were a jolt of electricity, Alex’s arms pulled away from Kara, her entire body floundering as she stumbled backwards, managing nothing more coherent than a series of half-hearted monosyllabic protests.

“That was a low blow, Kara,” Alex hissed once she got her head on straight, looking decidedly annoyed. “You promised not to bring it up if I bought you ice cream after school.”

“You got me a Popsicle, it wasn’t the same and the deal is off.”

“What’re you hiding?” Alex asked, eyes suddenly narrowing, much more interested in the sketchbook than Kara felt comfortable with. “You’re always more snarky when you’re hiding something.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, now if you don’t mind, I’ve got a lot of homework and I promised Eliza I’d help with dinner so—” She attempted to pick up the sketchbook and get up from her seat at the table, but Alex pushed her back down, tugging the sketchbook towards herself with only one finger, her movements exaggeratedly slow, as if daring Kara to stop her.

“Rambling and attempting to hide away?” She whistled, flipping the cover of the sketchbook open agonizingly slowly, one finger thumbing the bottom of the first page, drawing out the moment she’d finally turn it over. “It must be a big deal if you’re acting like this.”

“It’s really just a sketch, it’s nothing—”

Alex turned the page, and there, in graceful pencil strokes, was a sketch of their neighbor’s dog.

“Are you kidding? You were hiding this?” Alex demanded, sounding more disappointed than she had any right to.

“I told you it’s nothing, you didn’t believe me.” Kara held her breath, not daring to look away from Alex’s gaze, hoping that her adoptive sister saw nothing but sincerity and honesty. Unfortunately, Alex knew her better than Kara had imagined, because a moment later a wicked grin appeared on her face, and she flipped through the sketchbook, pausing when she reached the pages about halfway through, her eyes widening as she took in the drawings.

“This is so gross,” Alex finally commented, shutting the book and pushing it towards Kara. “You’re gross.”

“It’s not gross.”

“It is. It’s sappy and sickly sweet and it’s just gross.”

“Stop saying that, it’s not gross—”

“—you drew pictures of your best friend like a sap, Kara. Puppies and Lena. That’s what you spend your time drawing.”

“I like puppies and I like Lena. Maybe if you were nicer, I’d draw you too.”

“And be subjected to that cavity inducing mess? No way.” She huffed, collapsing over Kara, arms and legs splayed wide and their position terribly uncomfortable—both because Kara felt crushed and because she was sure the way Alex had thrown herself over Kara couldn’t have been good for her back. “When are you going to do things I can hold over your head for years to come? I mean, besides the getting caught on the roof thing.”

“I do things!” Kara insisted, shoving Alex to the floor when her adoptive sister’s only response was to laugh uproariously at the lie. It proved to be less of a fib much later in the week, after she tossed her paints at Alex, learning through a call from Lena that Alex had torn out one of the drawings and gifted it to the Luthor.

Alex fondly dubbed it the ‘Paint Incident’ and she brought it up every chance she got.

x

“Wait. Wait,” Kara said, holding up a hand and staring at Lena in confusion. “You want to…break into the art room…why exactly?”

“Look, taking art was your fault in the first place, Kara,” Lena said, wringing her hands together and staring determinedly at the floor as she paced feverishly up and down the length of Kara’s bedroom. “You said things like ‘oh take it it’ll be fun, we’ll be in class together’ fat load of fun it’s been to fail—”

“—you’re failing art? I didn’t realize that was even a thing—”

“—so the very least you can do is help me break in to steal back my final piece so that I can fix it before Mrs. Grendson grades it,” Lena continued, ignoring Kara entirely and looking terribly pleased about that fact. She ceased her pacing and turned to Kara desperately, hands now clenched at her sides. “Please, Kara. I can’t fail. Especially not in art.”

Kara stared at her best friend, open-mouthed, trying to think of a response other than flat out laughing at the distress on Lena’s face, the certainty that Mrs. Grendson was capable of failing anyone, let alone a Luthor.

(Lex was long gone, making a name for himself in every corner of the scientific community, but their high school still thought fondly of him—and all the trophies and awards he brought for them.

Sometimes, Kara wondered if it was hard for Lena to grow up with Lex towering over her as he did, casting a rather large shadow.)

“How do you know if your redone work will be better? Apparently you’re terrible at art.”

At this, Lena smirked.

(It did funny things to Kara’s chest.)

“Because you’re going to do it for me.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because you owe me,” Lena murmured, stepping over to where Kara sat on her bed, advancing rather slowly.

(It made Kara feel like her heart was attempting to pound straight out of her chest.)

“I don’t know if that’s true…” Kara said weakly, trailing off when Lena’s smirk just widened and she was standing so close to Kara that her legs brushed Kara’s knees, the heat of her skin practically burning Kara.

“Please, Kara?”

(She wasn’t sure if it was the please, the proximity, the heavy pulse, or even the pathetic groan she hoped that Lena hadn’t heard, but it didn’t matter. One minute Lena was looking down at her, asking her to break nearly a dozen school rules—and Kara was rather generally fond of rules—and the next Kara was nodding dumbly, unable to say no.

Later she’ll think about this moment, the look in Lena’s eyes as she stared down at Kara, and it’ll give her hope.)

x

For the most part, Kara was remarkably good at pretending she was fine. It’d been a little over three years since she lost her entire family in one fell swoop, and it was easy to fake a smile, to push away the sadness that threatened to creep up and envelop her whole, to take each day as it came and never allow anything to bog her down for long. There was something…easy…about the way she lost her family. It was clean and quick, a surgical cut, and while the pain and emptiness remained, she knew she’d manage to heal somewhat—hobble on despite the scars, keep moving despite the ache that shadowed her every movement.

(She had Alex and Eliza and Jeremiah to lean on too, analgesics during a time she felt overwhelmed by pain, soothing her and calming her, turning the angry, red wound into a neat scar that served as a constant reminder, with a twinge of pain she came to expect on rainy days.

Lena only had her.)

Lionel Luthor’s death was slow and cruel. Lena’s cuts were jagged and deep, never quite given the chance to heal, left festering and infected, scar tissue never forming. There was nothing to soothe her, nothing to do to take away the pain, because each time she even drifted close to the process of beginning to heal, her father’s health began to deteriorate—or even worse, would improve, giving her hope only to have that hope come crashing down.

Lex disappeared on her, unable to witness the slow pace with which the illness took his father, and Lillian…Lillian was never much of a mother anyway, and hoping she’d offer comfort to a teenage girl was too much to ask.

Kara, who’d experienced loss and everything that entailed (the memories that kept her awake at night, the lingering anger at the unfairness of the universe, the regret that she’d never share her artwork with her parents, never excitedly tell them about her day or her passions or her love), wasn’t quite sure how to stitch Lena together. After all, when Kara lost everything, she found herself still loved and still cared for, sure that at the end of the day she could get a hug and a chance to forget her pain. But Lena? Lena had shattered and putting her back together was too big a task for Kara alone. She shied away from hugs, refused to accept comfort, and it took weeks before Kara realized the best she could do was merely offer her presence, the silent promise that she would stay—something solid and real and permanent amongst everything that had changed in Lena’s life.

Because after Lionel Luthor died, Kara learned that sometimes love just wasn’t enough to help people heal.

x

It was two weeks before graduation that Kara…figured it out.

(It being her feelings for Lena, the very feelings her mother and aunt understood before her, feelings she was rather sure Lionel understood before her, feelings Alex understood before Kara even bothered to put a name to them.)

Then again, ‘figuring it out’ was putting it simply, as if she woke up one morning and the knots tangled in her chest somehow unwound and realization came crashing down. It wasn’t like that at all, though. It was slow and arduous, a long time coming and yet somehow mysteriously shocking and life-changing.

She figured that the unraveling of that knot in her chest began with Lionel’s death, when her heart would hammer away in her chest just at the sight of Lena’s smile, which came rarely and disappeared quickly. Or maybe it was when they went to their senior prom together, neither quite willing to put up with boys wearing too much of their father’s cologne and ill-fitting suits. Maybe even it was when Lena held her hand as they laid together in her bed watching a movie Kara had picked out and Lena quietly confided that she didn’t think she was very much into boys at all.

(Most likely, however, it was on a playground in third grade, after threatening a boy she didn’t know and getting the most dazzling smile in reward, a smile Kara would swear shone brighter than any star she spent hours gazing at with Alex.)

It was two weeks before graduation and she felt so stupid for not seeing it before, for not paying more attention, for mistaking the flutter and the swoop and the sense of rightness with the same sort of love she felt for Alex or the boy in her chemistry class who always managed to make her laugh with his antics. She’d allowed herself to pretend, to overlook, to be blissfully ignorant, and all the while her heart had been busy breaking apart piece by piece and reforming somewhere in the palm of Lena’s hands.

She was in love with Lena Luthor. It was such a relief to think, like her lungs had finally managed to fill with air for the first time in her life—as if a weight she hadn’t even been aware of finally was lifted off her shoulders, giving her a chance to stand up straight and tall.

(Every smile that took her breath away, every touch that made her heart race, every comment that had her feeling warm suddenly made sense. And she felt so…blind. How could she have looked Lena in the eye and thought anything other than god I love you and mistaken the promises to always be there and always protect her for anything other than proud declarations of her feelings?

How had she spent ten years around Lena and not realized that she’d fallen head over heels for her best friend?)

It was two weeks before graduation and Lena was lounging on the couch, arguing with Alex over advances in biomedical engineering, the movie Alex had put on long forgotten. At first, Kara had been content to follow along silently, not adding to the debate even when Alex scoffed at Lena’s mentions of Lex’s work, but then her focus had shifted from the words to the way Lena waved her hands around as she tried to get her point across, the way her eyes lit up, the way she impatiently tossed her hair over one shoulder. It was the animation in her voice and the grin on her lips and goddid Kara love her.

As soon as she thought it, she panicked, jumping a little and sending popcorn toppling over the edge of her bowl and onto the ground.

(The thought came so easily, as if it’d always been there in the back of her mind, biding its time until Kara was too distracted or too tired to tack on the just a friend as she tended to do mechanically.

Because of course Kara knew she loved Lena—she just hadn’t been brave enough or smart enough or just old enough to realize all loves weren’t the same.)

“Kara?” Alex asked, staring at her oddly, one eyebrow raised, her argument with Lena forgotten for a moment. “Are you okay?”

“Kara?” Lena prodded when Kara was silent a beat too long.

(And she was so beautiful. Kara wondered how she hadn’t noticed before—the smooth skin and dark hair and vivid eyes that seemed to change color—how she’d never been struck dumb when faced with Lena when she was least expecting it.)

“I—I’m fine. For a second I thought I forgot to do homework but then I realized hey! It’s graduation soon! What does it matter, right? Ignore me, honestly, I think it’s just that I haven’t been sleeping—”

“Up talking all night with Daniel again?” Alex asked with raised eyebrows, looking like she was about to approach Kara, about to attempt to needle information out of her, but Kara could only stare at Lena, watching as her best friend turned to look at the ground.  

(It’s not what it sounds like, Kara wanted to yell. She didn’t like Daniel—not like that. But he was helping her with Lena’s surprise for graduation, something that had taken longer than Kara had expected.

But Lena wasn’t meeting her eyes and Alex was waggling her eyebrows suggestively and oh this was bad time for a life-altering realization.)

“Daniel’s helping me with something,” Kara said quickly, getting to her feet and crossing her arms, not at all amused by the way Alex kept grinning. “Besides you know I don’t like him.”

Alex laughed, shaking her head.

“Um no,” she said, turning to Lena as if to ask for support, eyebrows furrowing just slightly when she noticed Lena’s pinched expression and downcast eyes, “you’ve been super secretive these past few weeks. What’re you up to?”

“Can we just watch the movie please?” Kara begged, and something must’ve shown on her face because Alex’s eyes shifted from Lena (who was still staring rather determinedly at the floor) to Kara and then back, her mouth falling open in shock or excitement or confusion—or maybe a little of all three.

“You know what, the movie sounds nice,” Alex murmured, shooting Kara a look that screamed they’d be spending that night talking on the roof like they did when Kara was first taken in by the Danvers and everything was still so raw.

(Kara thought to just tell Lena right after graduation, blurt out the truth just like ripping off a Band-Aid. But when the day finally arrived, Kara could barely breathe when she looked out into the sea of parents and suddenly found herself longing for her family, an ache that wasn’t made easier even though Alex was screaming in the stands and Eliza and Jeremiah were clapping as loudly as they could.

And if Kara was struggling, how did Lena feel when no one showed up for her at all?

So instead Kara shoved her feelings down and gave Lena the bracelet she’d gone to Daniel and his family for help to make, deciding then and there she could wait.

She just ended up waiting a little longer than she expected.)

x

She always found an excuse to remain silent, utterly convinced by the lies she told herself, the I’ll tell her tomorrow and the it’s not a good time and the she looks so busy right now.

She stayed silent the entire summer before they went off to college (“Come on, Alex,” she’d defended when Alex gave her knowing looks and made pointed comments, “she’s not even here, she’s on vacation in France with Lex”) and then bit her tongue during the first several months of their first semester, nodding and forcing a smile whenever Lena spoke of her first real girlfriend (“She’s beautiful, Kara, and so smart, god I could listen to her talk all day”), shamefully relieved the day she learned that long-distance had been too much to handle for the other girl. In fact, the first time Kara came even close to admitting the truth was their first Christmas away from home, the two of them deciding to spend it with Alex and a girl she’d only introduce as ‘Sawyer’ with a strange expression on her face.

She came close to admitting the truth when Lena brushed by her and whispered that it was so easy to tell when someone was in love, grinning over at Alex and winking playfully, and Kara wanted to ask, if it truly was so easy, why Lena still hadn’t been able to tell Kara was in love.

She didn’t of course.

Lena looked terribly busy as she chatted away with Maggie, a smile gracing her lips.

x

It took Alex and Maggie another month to get their shit together and admit their feelings.

A month after that they went on their first date.

Near the end of Kara’s freshman year Alex had rushed over to Kara’s dorm, gushing about how she just admitted she loved Maggie and how great it felt and how Kara had to tell Lena now, she just had to.

And Kara…well, she tried.

“I think it’s beautiful,” Kara said with a grin, just finishing off her story about Alex for Lena, the two of them laying out on the grass outside the building where they had their last exam. She leaned back, staring up at the blue sky, hands pillowed behind her head. “It’s romantic and sweet and just…new love. How beautiful.” She was about to say more, wax poetic about how happy Alex was, maybe segue into her own feelings if she felt an opening, but Lena snorted slightly and Kara found herself turning to her best friend, shocked to see the distaste coloring Lena’s expression. “What?” Kara asked, rolling her eyes a little. “Is this too saccharine for you?”

“No, I’m happy for Alex.” When Kara just raised an eyebrow in response, Lena sighed and elaborated. “I am happy for Alex. It’s just…come on, Kara. Let’s be real. Love doesn’t exist.”

(If there was anything that could break Kara’s heart, it was that.

And god it was said so easily, so terribly sure and matter of fact, and Kara didn’t know why it was so hard to breathe suddenly.)

“W-what do you mean? Love is real. You’re my best friend and I love you.” (This was the closest she’d ever get to admitting the depth of her feelings for another nine years.)

“That’s not the same,” Lena answered, pink dusting her cheeks suddenly, looking awfully interested in the grass. “Love is…it’s a series of chemical reactions. And it’s temporary and fleeting and finicky.”

(Temporary? Fleeting? That wasn’t Kara’s experience. She’d been in love since she was eight, before she could recognize it for what it was, before she knew the feeling had a name.

But if Lena was right, which she often was, did that mean what Kara felt wasn’t love, was something different, something stronger and more lasting?)

“Lena, you can’t mean that. Love is, you know, love. It’s why we’re here. It’s why anyone does anything. Even if you don’t feel romantic love—”

“I don’t mean I don’t feel it, Kara. I mean it doesn’t last.” She swallowed hard, clenched and unclenched her hands, turning to Kara warily. “Look, can we just talk about something else?”

“Well no, now we can’t, now I want to know why you’re so anti-love.”

Lena stared at her, expression hard and lips pressed into a thin and angry line, then she turned away. Kara didn’t think she’d answer until she did, Lena seeming more surprised by her honesty than Kara felt.

“Because I asked my mother if she loved my father,” Lena admitted in a soft voice. “And she said love had nothing to do with it.”

“Your mom isn’t exactly the picture of—”

“I really don’t want to talk about it, Kara. Okay? I’m happy for Alex. I hope things work out for her.”

Kara wanted to argue, but Lena’s shoulders were tense and she knew if she said one more word on the topic, Lena would up and leave. So she just sighed.

“So. About the writing class I want to take…when do you think you can fit it into your schedule?”

(She didn’t need Lena’s relieved smile to know she’d made the right choice.)

x

She met Mike through Winn at the end of her junior year, and she cursed him everyday for it.

“For the tenth time, no Mike, I don’t want to go out with you,” Kara hissed the moment Mike stepped into her space, his eyes widening slightly behind his glasses. He looked surprised by her anger, which only served to piss her off more.

She came out to drink with her sister and friends, not spend an hour trying to shrug off Mike.

“Whoa, I wasn’t going to ask you out,” he defended, holding up his hands. He smiled at her and she hated—hated—that he seemed vaguely charming in that moment. Then he opened his mouth. “Look, I’m a prick. I know it. You know it. But I’m a prick that knows a lost cause when I see one. I give up.”

“It took you ten tries to realize it was a lost cause?” she huffed out sarcastically.

“Nope,” he told her, drawing out the pop. “It took meeting Lena Luthor once. So?”

“So what?”

“Ah, avoidance strategies. I know them well.” He grinned and motioned at the seat next to her, actually waiting until she made a vague sign that he could sit. “I know all about unrequited love Kara Danvers, and if that’s what’s holding you back, you shouldn’t worry.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Kara bit out, not at all in the mood to carry on a conversation anymore. Mike didn’t seem at all bothered by her annoyance. If anything, he seemed strangely…fond? Endeared at the very least, something that made Kara’s stomach churn uncomfortably.

“I’m not going to sit here and tell you what you already know,” he began, giving her a look and a wink when Kara couldn’t help but briefly glance at where she knew Lena was standing, deep in conversation with Winn about one of their classes. “But I do want to offer my help.”

“Your help? Why would I need your help?”

“I know a few things about love,” Mike said, wiggling his eyebrows and making Kara want to gag. “And I know for a fact that nothing makes you more attractive than when people think you’re…forbidden fruit, shall I say.”

“That sounds stupid,” Kara said flatly, rolling her eyes and refocusing on her drink. Mike, however, didn’t seem to recognize her body language as the dismissal it was.

“Trust me, Kara. Make her jealous, make her think she can’t have you, and she’ll be running right into the palm of your hands.”

“And let me guess, you volunteer to pretend to date me.”

Mike missed her deadpan.

“It would be my honor, Kara,” he said, aiming for gallant and charming but coming off as more than a little creepy.

Kara sighed, shifting in her seat to face Mike and motioning for him to lean closer.

“Mike,” she began slowly, watching as the beginnings of a smile formed on Mike’s lips, “that is absolutely, undeniably the worst idea I’ve ever heard. It also sounds predatory.” Her hands clenched and she knew her eyes had hardened because Mike’s smile was gone, replaced by a wide-eyed look, as if he couldn’t understand her anger. “Lena’s my best friend, not some prey to be baited into dating me. So if you don’t mind, keep yourself and your lousy ideas away from me and Lena.” She gave him a harsh smile, watching in satisfaction as he nearly stumbled in his rush to get away.

It was only a minute later when Alex took the seat Mike had abandoned, a questioning look on her face.

“You look like you’re ready to punch someone,” Alex said cheerfully, attempting to defuse the tension, make Kara smile. It worked.

“He says he’s given up, that’s something.”

“Oh? Finally realized it was a lost cause?”

“Apparently Lena is too much competition for him.” It was the first time Kara ever tacitly admitted her feelings for Lena, the first time she acknowledged it aloud, and admitting it now to her sister felt a little like a rush of fresh air, clean and crisp and carefree. Alex smiled, thankfully not making a big deal of it, reaching out to squeeze Kara’s shoulder gently.

“Come on,” she said. “Maggie beat me once at pool and she’s become insufferable. You have to beat her, deflate a bit of that ego.”

“You can’t beat your own girlfriend?”

“Honestly? I think the competitiveness is cute. And she looks so happy.”

“But you want me to beat her?”

“If you do it, she won’t be upset with me.”

Kara stared at her sister for a moment, grateful and a little jealous all at once, then laughed, not for the first time, ridiculously glad for Alex Danvers.

x

Amongst their friends it was a well-known fact that Kara and Lena did not fight.

This was strange for several reasons. For one, not fighting did not mean there was any shortage of disagreements. In fact, Kara and Lena disagreed on a great deal (“No, Lena, you can’t just write off someone because of something he’s done in the past. People can change, they can choose to be better”) and were often seen in the middle of quiet, measured, and passionate debates (“I understand your position, Kara, but I can’t just ask my brother to give someone a job, it’s unethical and she’s not even in a STEM field”). For another, as their majors and hobbies and interests drew them further apart, it was always assumed that distance would crop up in their relationship, adding pressure to an already precarious situation (“Come on, Kara, how long are you just going to pine after Lena before you realize something’s got to give?”).

And yet they did not fight.

Their disagreements were just that: disagreements. More than once, Maggie commented on how easy it was for Lena and Kara to resolve their conflicts, talking through their issues within the hour it cropped up, nipping it in the bud expertly and efficiently.

(When Winn asked for their secret, Kara had laughed. “It’s simple,” she’d said, patting Winn on the shoulder. “There’s two rules: never lie and never allow issues to fester.”

“Kara, you make it sound like that’s easy,” he’d said, rolling his eyes. Lena, who was arguing with Maggie over the choice in wine—not quite willing to go another night with the cheap brand Maggie bought from the supermarket, ignoring Maggie’s protests that they all tasted the same anyway—took the time to grin over at Winn and Kara, shaking her head fondly.

“It’s not easy,” she’d informed Winn. “But it’s worth it.”

“Totally worth it,” Kara had echoed, not hearing Maggie’s mumbled get a room.)

Thus, no one was more surprised by their fight the week before Christmas than Kara and Lena.

“What do you mean you go home for Christmas?” Kara demanded, arms crossed over her chest, unable to help the hitch in her voice.

(She was angry. Never lie, she’d told Winn, turning out to be a joke.

Except no, she was hurt, and she wasn’t used to that when it came to Lena, had never looked at her and thought, ouch.)

“Come on, Kara. It’s not that big of a deal—”

“—you’ve been going home these past two years, to your mom, and you’ve been telling me you spend Christmas with Lex. Why would you lie?” Kara’s interruption didn’t go over well. Rather than respond, Lena’s lips twisted, her eyes narrowed. Kara hadn’t seen her this displeased since she’d made a B in an inorganic chemistry class.

“I don’t have to discuss every single little thing I do with you, Kara,” she finally said, and by the way her eyes widened—the way she immediately stepped forward, as if to take what she said back—she regretted her words as soon as they came out of her mouth.

(Later, Kara will wonder why the comment felt like something piercing her between the ribs, why it felt like a blow to the middle, leaving her breathless and heaving for air. She’ll wonder why it hurt so much when logically she understood that Lena didn’t need to share every detail of her life—Kara certainly didn’t, hadn’t told Lena about that balloon of emotion in her chest every time she even looked at Lena.

Later, Kara will wonder if this was what being heartbroken felt like.)

“I see,” she muttered, raising her chin and stepping back when Lena looked like she was about to reach out. “You’re right.” (She was. After all, Kara hadn’t told Lena about her feelings, feelings she shoved away, torn between it never being the right time to confess and the certainty that a confession would only serve to break them apart.) “I shouldn’t have pried.”

“Kara—”

But for the first time, Kara didn’t listen.

They didn’t talk again until they both returned to campus, at which point they both pretended the argument never happened.

(Never allow issues to fester, she’d told Winn.

Well that turned out to be a joke too.)

x

“As far as electives go, it’s not the worst,” Lena graciously conceded, attempting and failing to wink over at Kara from across the table. Alex—visiting for the weekend—snickered before pretending to choke on a potsticker when Kara glared at her. “I’ve actually learned a lot.”

“The humanities are boring, Luthor, admit it. You crave labs and the thrill of discovery and late nights with nothing but coffee, microscopes, and Jack’s suffocating cologne.”

(Kara turned her head, suddenly overly interested in the baseball game on the television, not wanting Lena—or worse, Alex—seeing her grimace.

Pfft Jack. He was…annoyingly decent and frustratingly kind. Jack was Jack and Kara didn’t question it when Lena said he’d asked her out on a date after long months spent working in the same lab, didn’t mention her late night confession back in high school, didn’t ask Lena if she was sure when she said she wanted to give him a chance.

Because Jack…he made Lena smile.)

“Go back to your formaldehyde soaked apartment, Alex,” Kara scoffed when she realized she’d been silent too long—long enough that Alex was looking at her knowingly and Lena seemed a little bit concerned. “Don’t you have slides to study?”

“I take a break from studying for you and this is how I’m treated?” Alex said in mock offense, leaning back exaggeratedly and placing a hand over her heart. “I’ll have you know, medical school is no joke.”

“Then go back, I’m sure all your professors are missing you,” Kara muttered, dragging her finger through the condensation that had gathered on her glass. She flicked the water over at Alex, narrowing her eyes when it just made her sister grin.

“You could’ve stuck with physics, you know. No one forced you to change your major.” Except, judging from Alex’s eyes and the uptick of her right eyebrow, that wasn’t what she was saying at all. It was more like you could tell Lena and put yourself out of your misery or maybe something like stop moping already and eat the last potsticker.

“I like my major,” Kara said, leaning back in her chair. And judging from Alex’s resigned expression, she’d read that to mean stop meddling in my life.

“I hate it when the two of you have your silent conversations,” Lena said suddenly, pulling Kara and Alex out of their stare off. “You’re not as sneaky as you like to think. There’s too much eyebrow wiggling and sighing.”

“You sound jealous, Luthor,” Alex said cheerfully. “Don’t worry, Kara likes you too.”

“That wasn’t what I—”

“—speaking of electives,” Kara interrupted, already tired of Lena and Alex’s faux arguing, a habit they’d formed since Alex went off to medical school and Lena asked Lex to push LuthorCorp towards investing more in biomedical engineering. “I have to go rewrite my story.”

“Yeah, I still don’t get that. Why are you rewriting your assignment?”

“Kara decided our professor was wrong in assigning the prompt in the first place. But with the threat of a failing grade looming over her head, she’s finally willing to see reason,” Lena explained, smiling over at Kara fondly, apparently terribly amused by Kara’s show of protest.

Alex, clearly deciding that today was the day she wanted to settle once and for all who knew Kara best, just raised an eyebrow and looked steadily at Kara.

“What was the prompt?” she asked softly, like she knew, without having any of the details, exactly what was twisting in Kara’s chest and why she was willing to nearly fail—why she’d rather fail.

“We’re supposed to write something that ends tragically. It’s supposed to be a homage to naturalism.”

“That’s not quite the prompt, Kara, you’re—”

“—so we weren’t supposed to have a unhappy ending for our characters?” Kara said, cutting Lena off more harshly than she intended. She turned away from Lena’s hurt expression and focused on Alex, unable to meet her sister’s eyes.

“Oh, Kara,” she said after a moment. “It’s just a story.”

“That’s not the point, Alex,” Kara said, arms crossed over her chest. She knew Alex was getting so much more from that one comment, reading in-between the lines and understanding just how deep it went.

“I know,” Alex said, and it broke Kara’s heart because Lena just seemed confused—when normally, she was the first to notice something was wrong.

x

James Olsen was…gosh, he was James Olsen.

He was kind and generous and brave and he dragged Clark right back into her life, and when he spoke Kara thought her knees would give way because gosh he was James Olsen.

He was sweet and passionate and could make her laugh with ease, and he was late for work the day they met because apparently she made the bestcoffee he’d ever had and he couldn’t believe his best friend’s cousin worked at the café down the street for nearly a month without his knowing.

“It’s fate,” he said, grinning as he tossed several twenties into the tip jar, much to the glee of Kara’s coworkers. “I’ll see you later, Kara,” he added and made it sound charming and not creepy like Kara was used to (because it was a question, a request, made confidently and kindly, with all the promise of respecting her wishes and boundaries).

(And Clark was grinning next to him, his eyes sad as he looked at her but the hint of a promise on his lips, a whisper of things changing as he murmured a quick and awkward goodbye.

Clark, who left her. Clark, who was back again thanks to James Olsen.)

James Olsen…James Olsen made her heart flutter, made her stomach fill with butterflies, made her feel heard and respected and important. He took her around Metropolis, on his daily attempts to snap a quick picture of whatever caught his interest, telling her all about what it was like working with Clark and Lois and Perry White—telling her about the Daily Planet and finding a home behind the lens of his camera. He spoke of his father, of his admiration for all those who gave everything to help others, his hope that one day he could do the same.

And Kara…she told him about Alex, about missing Clark sometimes even if she was still furious that he left her behind, she told him about her parents and the lab her father worked in, the cases her mother poured over at nights pausing long enough only to make sure to tuck her in. She told him about how she’d wanted to follow her parents’ footsteps, wanted to help people, wanted to do something important with her life.

She told him about her Aunt Astra—how she wanted to see her again, wanted to find out why she did what she did, if she regretted her actions, if she felt guilty that she ruined Kara’s life.

She told him about Eliza and Jeremiah and how much she loved them.

She told him about moving to Metropolis and how she’d imagined it would be the next big adventure, that coming here would change everything—help her find her place.

She did not tell him about Lena.

She couldn’t. She couldn’t admit that Lena had a permanent place next to Alex in her heart, couldn’t tell James that Lena was a constant before and after her parents—a grounding point, an anchor. She couldn’t confess that Lena held her hand throughout all her anger at Clark, all her mixed feelings over her Aunt Astra, didn’t even know how to say that Lena was her family as much as Eliza and Jeremiah.

She didn’t even say that the move to Metropolis was for Lena, for them to remain together in some way even while she was off rising in the ranks in her brother’s company. She…she couldn’t even begin to verbalize what it felt like to watch Lena slip away, for their daily lunches and texts to dwindle down to nothing in weeks, for Kara to hear Lena apologetically say she just didn’t have the time to come to game night, even if Alex had gone out of her way to visit.

Kara told James about every big thing in her life, but she couldn’t talk about the biggest, and when she kissed him for the first time—the night he brought her Chinese and ice cream to cheer her up after she’d texted him to say that she hadn’t gotten the job at the Daily Planet like she wanted—she couldn’t help but think that it wouldn’t be right if she fell for him because she was rather sure Lena’s shadow would always hang over her.

But James was James, and when he kissed her back, she fell anyway.

x

It took months before Lena met James.

(It wasn’t weird that her best friend didn’t seem all that interested in meeting her boyfriend. It wasn’t strange that Winn took more interest in her love life than Lena, her best friend. It didn’t bother Kara at all that Alex flew in and spent a day with Kara and James before Lena even acknowledged that Kara had a boyfriend.

She was busy. Kara understood.)

Her tiny apartment—that she was barely able to afford with her meager salary from the café and the few random freelance articles she’d written—was full to the brim with only a handful of people. James was busy grabbing plates and glasses from the cupboard, chatting with Winn as he did so, discussing an article Clark had written with Lois. Lena and Alex were on the couch, arguing over bioethics concerns coupled with the rapid advancement in medicine. Kara leaned against the doorway, watching them for a moment, smiling at Alex’s impassioned speech for more regulation as well as Lena’s counterpoints that innovation could never be curbed.

It was nice, this moment. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d gotten to witness Lena and Alex’s arguing, both of them throwing around words that eventually went over Kara’s head—even if she’d studied the sciences in college. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d gotten to see Lena’s wide smile.

Kara stiffened at the thought, at the longing she felt, and with a guilty glance back at James, she shuffled over to the window, opening it as far as it would go, and climbing through it, dropping down onto the metal fire escape. The cool night air calmed her somewhat, but not as much as the sounds of honking cars and indecipherable voices, the rattle of a train somewhere in the distance, the sound of music coming from one of the lower apartments.

“Oh, there you are,” James said, sticking his head out of the window and smiling. It was charming and cute and he was so perfect for her. She loved him so much. “I was wondering where you went off to, and there aren’t a lot of hiding placing in your apartment.” He smiled wider at his little joke, joining her on the fire escape, looking down at her like he always did: like she was the most important thing he’d ever seen. And Kara wondered if she was somehow broken, because she deserved this, she did. She deserved someone who would always be with her and always take her needs and wants into account. And yet…yet all she could think about was how James deserved better than her—that he offered more than she ever could, and she’d dragged him far enough behind her for it to be cruel and wrong.

“James, I—” She stopped when he shook his head, still smiling and still looking at her like she was the most important thing he’d ever seen, even as his eyes filled with understanding and his shoulders slumped with resignation.

“It’s Lena, isn’t it?” he asked, no real bitterness in his tone, just quiet acceptance. “I guessed, you know? From the start,” he explained, chuckling mirthlessly at her look of shock, leaning against the railing and turning to look up at the sky. “You avoided talking about her so much I knew you either hated her or loved her, and I don’t think you’re capable of hate. But I was sure when I saw you look at her tonight.”

“She’s my best friend,” Kara said haltingly, wanting to hug James or lean into his warmth or use his shoulder to steady herself, knowing that none of those things were appropriate anymore. “I thought I just needed—I thought if I…I don’t know what I thought.” She was quiet for a moment, choosing to look through the window and watch Winn join Alex and Lena’s debate, Winn saying something that made them all laugh. “Is it really so obvious?”

“For someone who’s looking for it? Yeah, it’s pretty obvious,” James told her, knocking his shoulder lightly with hers, prompting her to look at him. “You know, she feels the same way.”

No, Kara didn’t know, barely considered the possibility. But her heart thumped at the very thought.

“Even if she did, she’s…I don’t think she has the time for a relationship.”

“She’s your best friend, Kara,” James said, accepting her point easily. “If anyone knows her it’s you.”

She nodded, but boy, Kara didn’t think that was true anymore.

“Do you think that job in National City is still open?” she asked suddenly, avoiding his eyes when she noticed concern begin to flood his features.

“Kara,” he began, “I don’t know if running away is the answer.”

“It’s not running away. I’m—I thought I’d find something here. I thought being closer to Clark, being in Metropolis would help me find what I’m looking for. But it wasn’t. And Alex is in National City,” she tacked on at the end, as if it would settle the issue. In many ways it did though, and James knew it.

“It’s still running away,” he told her softly, not really arguing but just pointing out a truth. “If she’s your best friend, what are you so afraid of?”

(And oh leave it to James to get to the heart of the issue, to look at her and understand and not let her get away with deflections and excuses like Alex tended to. She was afraid. Of what, Kara wasn’t quite sure. Maybe that Lena wouldn’t feel the same way. Maybe that it would change something between them. Maybe that it would be the straw that broke the camel’s back and Lena’s flimsy presence in her life would disappear entirely.

Maybe it was just that every time Kara wanted to confess, she thought about how Lena didn’t believe in love at all and it broke her heart.)

“Are you upset with me?” Kara asked weakly instead of answering James, and though he gave her a look that clearly said he knew what she was doing, he indulged her anyway.

“No,” he answered, having paused long enough that Kara knew he’d put real thought into it, had searched his feelings for any hint of anger or bitterness, a slight tinge of surprise in his voice when he found none. “No, I knew what I was getting into, even if I hoped I was wrong. So it’s not like you led me on or anything.”

“I’m so sorry, James.”

“Don’t be,” he said, waving her off, his voice slightly gruff—like he was holding back some sort of emotion. “Can I just—would it be weird to ask one thing?” When she shook her head, James cleared his throat and averted his eyes. “If you met me before her, if you’d never met her at all—” He stopped, crossed his arms over his chest, and gave a firm shake of his head. “It doesn’t matter,” he said after a moment. “What ifs don’t matter.”

Kara studied him sadly, from the stiffness of his shoulders to the fixed smile on his lips, and she felt something in her break.

“Can we—can we just stay out here for a while?” she asked in a low voice, knowing that returning inside would make this all real, all permanent, would mean that there would never be any going back. And James—soft, kind, generous, and gentle—gave her a real smile before wrapping and arm around her shoulders and tugging her closer to him, his warmth shielding her from the nip of the night air, his presence as sturdy and strong as ever.

“However long you need, Kara,” he whispered into her hair.

And they stayed out there for what felt like ages before Alex came to collect them, brows furrowed and expression concerned.

x

She was still on her phone as she sat down across from Kara at the café she’d chosen—a fancy place Kara normally would never have stepped in under her own volition—but before Kara had the chance to feel annoyed, she shoved the phone away and smiled brilliantly at her, and things were fine again.

Until she spoke, at least.

“Kara! It’s been so long, I am so sorry, things at work just got—”

“I know, Lena. Lex put you in charge of R&D, that’s huge.”

(She tried not to sound bitter, but she was rather sure she mostly failed because Lena was looking at her oddly, hurt at Kara’s tone. But the thing was, Kara was furious. She only found out about Lena’s promotion through Clark and an article he’d written about LuthorCorp. Even worse, when he’d asked if she could get into contact with Lena and see if she would be willing to sit down for an interview—something that might’ve made Perry White see reason and give her another chance for an entry-level job at the Daily Planet—she’d gotten nothing in reply. Not even a text back.

She remembered a time when they couldn’t go two days without talking. Now they were going months without a single word between them.)

“Kara, are you—”

“I have news of my own,” Kara interrupted, smiling wide and knowing it likely seemed forced, knowing because it felt forced. “It’s why I was so insistent we get coffee.”

“Oh?” Lena asked, giving Kara that smirk she loved so much. “Did you get that job at the Tribune you wanted?”

Kara blinked.

“No. No, they turned me down nearly a year ago.” It had been one of the first jobs she’d applied to upon arriving at Metropolis. And though she’d thought Lena had been the one to bring her potstickers to cheer her up, she now realized that had been Clark and Lois, the two of them cheerfully tearing down everyone at the Tribune just to make her laugh.

(Had she just inserted Lena into her memory? Imagined her there to offer comfort because Lena had always been there before? Was she sick? She was rather sure there was an entire season of Grey’s Anatomy devoted to Izzie seeing things.)

“Oh,” Lena muttered, looking as shocked as Kara felt.

“It’s not a big deal,” Kara hastened to say, both not liking the look on Lena’s face or the dark path her thoughts were winding down.

“Isn’t it though? The next thing you’ll tell me is you married James.”

She was going for a joke, Kara knew that. But boy, did the comment hit her like a truck. For a moment, she could barely breathe.

“Actually,” she struggled to say, “we broke up a few months ago.”

“Kara,” Lena said, eyes now so wide that it was comical. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Kara let out a loud and undignified laugh, but it was better than letting out the sob that threatened to break free.

“Alex said she thought you weren’t listening to your voicemails. Guess she was right.”

“I-I’ve been in the lab,” Lena stuttered through her shock. “I didn’t realize—I’ve been—Kara, I’m so—”

“It’s fine,” Kara stressed, waving off Lena’s pleas and smiling at her. “That’s not why I asked you to coffee either. You see, I did get a better job—”

“—that’s amazing, Kara, I had every confidence you would, you’ll make a wonderful reporter—”

“—as Cat Grant’s personal assistant,” Kara finished, speaking over Lena.

“Sorry, what?”

“Apparently Ms. Grant has gone through four assistants in four months. Clark and James think that if I can hold the job for a few years, I could move up. Get a job as a writer for Ms. Grant’s magazine.”

“That’s hardly hard-hitting journalism, Kara, it’s not what you wanted—”

“—no, but I have to be realistic. Perry White was never going to give me a job. CatCo might.”

“It’s in National City,” Lena pointed out suddenly, as if this would put an end to whatever argument they were having.

“I know. That was my second bit of news, actually.” She paused for effect. “I’m moving!”

Lena didn’t look as thrilled as Kara hoped she’d be.

“You’re what? When?”

“I’m moving,” Kara repeated, checking her watch surreptitiously. “Alex and I are making a road trip out of it. She flew in last night and we’re leaving in a few hours. She likes to drive at night.”

“You’re leaving? Tonight?” She looked hurt by that and Kara felt guilty for only a moment before her anger and frustration returned. (Never lie, never let issues fester—that was how they managed to never fight, for their arguments to get settled quickly and efficiently, without much hurt on either side. But Lena was lying and Kara was allowing issues to fester and she was rather sure the resulting implosion was inevitable. Needed, even.) “Why didn’t you say something sooner?”

“Why don’t you ever call me back?” Kara returned flatly, getting to her feet. “You’re my best friend, Lena. You always will be. But I’m unhappy here, moving to National City is a good choice for me.”

(It felt like they were breaking up. But that was ridiculous. They hadn’t been dating in the first place.

She idly wondered why no one had ever mentioned that losing your best friend hurt worse than losing a boyfriend.

She idly wondered if her position was unique because she was losing Lena.)

Lena got to her feet as well, and for a glorious moment Kara imagined a scenario in which Lena kissed her senseless, in which she grabbed Kara’s hands and fought to make her stay, in which she swore she’d stop being so distant, so faraway even in the moments they were together. But the moment passed quickly and Kara crashed down to reality when Lena only offered her a weak smile.

“Don’t lose touch, okay?” Lena said, playing with her watch and staring at the table. She made an awkward movement, almost like she wanted to pull Kara into a hug, but stopped halfway and just remained motionless. It would almost be funny if it wasn’t just so sad.

Kara ignored the question, gathered all her courage, and placed a soft and brief kiss on Lena’s cheek.

“Bye, Lena.”

(Lena didn’t chase her down as she left the coffee shop, didn’t find her huddled in an alleyway, wiping her cheeks furiously, didn’t even come by hours later, as Kara found every excuse to delay their trip National City and Alex continued to give her pitying looks.

And by the time they were on the highway, Kara staring out her window without speaking, that goodbye felt rather permanent.)

x

She rather thought that National City was good for the soul.

It was sunny in National City, the people seemed livelier, kinder, warmer. And even if Cat Grant was in one of her terrible moods—which she was in at least once a day, usually because someone from photography and layout had messed something up—Kara could always count on sticky buns from Noonan’s to cheer her right up. (Not Cat, obviously. Cat wouldn’t touch one of those buns with a ten-foot pole. No, the sweet was for Kara.)

She had Sister Night in National City, a job she usually adored and a goal she was determined to reach, an apartment she loved, and wonderful new friends.

Kara was happy.

Really.

“Kara, I’m watching that. Stop changing the channel.”

“Why do you need to watch the news, don’t you get enough of it from Maggie?”

(Another thing National City had? A chance for Kara to witness her sister’s happiness. She’d broken things off with Maggie sometime during medical school, but had run into the newly minted detective and things had apparently just…worked out. Alex was smiling all the time, and it was beautiful.)

“Just because you avoid everything that has to do with Lena—”

“—I don’t do that,” Kara denied, shaking her head quickly and vehemently.

“—doesn’t mean I shouldn’t do my research so that I can destroy her when she visits. She’s got to know her brother’s company does more harm than good.”

“Do you talk to her?” Kara found herself asking despite herself. It was stupid. She knew it would just hurt if Alex said yes and bum her out if Alex said no. It was a no-win situation and she hated herself for it.

“Only when she visits. And you know she always wants to see you too, but you keep acting surly.”

“Sorry if I expect my best friend to care about me more often than only when she’s in National City to oversee something at a branch of LuthorCorp.”

“You’re both ridiculous, I hope you know that,” Alex said happily, turning the television off once she noticed Kara’s grimace. “She’s your best friend.”

“She didn’t come after me.”

“You know she can’t run in heels,” Alex joked, and Kara struggled to keep her impassive expression, “that’s not her fault.”

“She hasn’t tried reaching out.”

“Because you’ve shut her out,” Alex countered, referring to the almost weekly trips Lena made to National City the first month after Kara moved. Each time, Kara had said she was busy with work and couldn’t get away, and Lena would leave with only a text goodbye.

And then those had stopped too, the visits. The calls and the texts became rare enough that it was almost as if they had stopped.

At times, Kara thought if it weren’t for the occasional press conferences Lena gave in her brother’s place, she wouldn’t have even known Lena was healthy and happy.

“Come on, Kara,” Alex continued, “you’re older than her, you’ve got to be the mature one.”

“I’m only older by three months!” Kara huffed, throwing herself onto the couch and staring hard at the ceiling. “Besides, distance is good. Great, even. More than necessary. We were too dependent on each other.”

“Right, and my hair is green,” Alex deadpanned, leaning over Kara and shaking her hair in Kara’s face, as if to show off her auburn locks. “For two smart people, you’re both being really stupid.”

“You’re being really mean. Like Ms. Grant mean, and that’s just sad, Alex.”

“Shut up and move over, if you’re not going to let me watch the news, you might as well put on a movie.”

Kara did as she was told, only half-heartedly listening to Alex’s running commentary on the film she’d put on, finally breaking after half an hour—much to Alex’s very obvious amusement.

“I miss her,” Kara admitted in a soft voice.

Alex’s expression fell, and she pulled Kara into a hug.

“Yeah, I know,” she said, voice full of something Kara couldn’t quite pinpoint. “Have you tried drawing her and puppies to feel better?”

“No ice cream for you,” Kara muttered while Alex apologized for her joke, but she was hiding a smile in Alex’s shoulder, so she supposed her sister wasn’t very sorry at all.  

x

She’d begun to think something might be wrong when the name ‘Luthor’ appeared in the news more often than normal.

The family was always in some way making news. Whether it was funding research for a cure to a rare disease or a shady business deal with a foreign company, LuthorCorp and by extension the three Luthors in charge, was consistently in the public eye. It wasn’t always good, but it was never obviously bad, either.

Until, however, Lex seemed to go off the rails entirely.

It started slow, slow enough that at first Kara didn’t even notice in between watching news clips while waiting for Ms. Grant’s coffee. There was an odd article about abnormal contracts with weapon manufacturers. Then, there was a report or two about odd—if not outright strange—transactions with certain individuals that any wise businessman wouldn’t touch.

About a year after Kara moved to National City, the Daily Planet published an explosive article that LuthorCorp was secretly funding a weapon production program and selling said weapons to various third parties.

Six months after that, Lex was arrested on a vast array of charges, Lillian Luthor stepped away from the company, and Lena was named CEO and took on the brunt of the backlash as LuthorCorp basically went up in flames.

And for the first time in about eight months, Kara heard from Lena:

Clark did all the legwork for the article.

And well, Kara was quite familiar with the sensation of her family members destroying things she loved, and it didn’t come as a shock at all.

x

Kara eyed her new office apprehensively, leaning against the far wall and staring at her empty desk with her arms crossed tightly against her chest. She was thrilled, she was, she’d been eyeing a job like this since she arrived in National City, but now that she had it….

It was a little anticlimactic. She’d called Alex and her sister had been appropriately overjoyed for her, as were Eliza and Jeremiah, and yet something felt missing. Something felt wrong.

(She stared at her phone, at the news notifications about LuthorCorp’s move to National City and their planned rebranding, and she tried to pretend that had nothing to do with how she felt at this moment.

She tried and she failed.)

“Ready for lunch?” Alex asked from behind her, eyes kindly averted, choosing to stare at her nails instead of the look of panic that quickly took over Kara’s expression when she continued scrolling through the articles and stopped at what must have been the most recent photo of Lena, looked ragged and annoyed as she shoved her way past reporters to get into her building here in National City.

The caption below the photo wasn’t flattering.

“Have you seen her yet?” Kara asked, knowing Maggie was waiting for them at some vegan restaurant, wanting to celebrate Kara’s promotion. Alex continued to stare at her nails and Kara continued to think that was rather kind of her.

“Why? Will my answer change what you plan on doing?”

“What do you think I’m planning on doing?”

“Honestly?” Alex asked, finally looking up and eyeing Kara critically. “I think you’re going to keep pretending you’re not missing her.” She hooked her arm through Kara’s and dragged her out of the empty office, pulling her towards the elevators. “When you wanted to leave Metropolis, I was glad. I hated seeing you waste your life away in a coffee shop just because you wanted to be near Lena.” As the elevator doors slid shut, Alex leaned heavily into Kara’s side, head resting on her shoulder. “You were right. You did need to learn to live your own separate life from Lena, but now that you have, just go see your best friend. She needs you.”

“What about the vegan restaurant? Maggie is waiting,” Kara protested, resisting weakly when Alex tugged her into CatCo’s lobby and then out into the street. “We were going to celebrate.”

“Don’t act like you’re not excited to miss out on this restaurant,” Alex said with a laugh, pressing a quick kiss to Kara’s cheek, a halfhearted attempt to make sure there were no hard feelings between them. “Go home, Kara. Think about what you’re planning. Then go see Lena.” Then, without giving Kara a chance to argue, Alex shoved her lightly in the direction of her apartment and then turned on her heel, walking briskly away in the opposite direction.

And Kara went home, fully intending to drown all her doubts and sorrows in a pint (or two) of ice cream.

Or at least, what was what she intended. She never really got the chance; by the time she’d changed into her comfort pajamas, a thick blanket thrown over her shoulders, and was digging through her freezer for that ‘rainy day’ ice cream, there was a knock on her door. Grumbling and annoyed, because of course Alex wouldn’t trust her enough to believe she would actually listen to her sister’s advice (for good reason, she supposed, considering her current state), Kara practically stalked towards her door, throwing it open with more force than necessary, eyes pressed tightly shut.

“Alex, you need to let me have my night to mope, can’t your lecture wait until tomorrow?”

“I’m sorry,” said someone with a voice that decidedly didn’t belong to Alex. “It’s a bad time, this was a bad idea, I shouldn’t have come.”

Kara’s eyes flew open, and before her visitor had the chance to step back, Kara had reached out for a hug—it was instinct, it was habit, it was just what she did. And when she got her hug back, mismatched edges seemed to finally slot into place, and Kara felt like she could breathe again.

“It’s always a good time for you,” Kara said into Lena’s ear, unable to help her wide grin.

x

“Come on, Lena. Feel the burn! Enjoy the burn! If it hurts, that’s how you know it’s working!” Kara called over to Lena, watching her struggle with mild amusement. She’d suggested morning jogs as a joke initially, but Lena had taken to the idea with surprising eagerness, something Kara was rather sure she regretted now, in between all the heaving breaths and the sweaty hair. She wondered if Lena still thought it was a good way for them to rebuild their friendship.

“I…can’t…believe…” Lena managed to say between gasps, bending over with her hands on her knees and head practically in her chest. “…people…do this for…fun.”

“I could carry you on the way back if you like.”

“This isn’t a joke, Kara,” Lena said, looking over at her with narrowed eyes. “You killed me. I’m dead. Say goodbye to the last sane Luthor, please don’t let my obituary be too embarrassing.” She straightened as she spoke, stretching out her back and arms and Kara was a little bit distracted to immediately respond.

“Don’t say that,” she finally found the voice to admonish. “Of course your obituary will be embarrassing. I’ll write about the time we snuck into the art room to fix an assignment you’d already made a perfect on.”

“I didn’t know it’d already been graded, Kara,” Lena said, not looking particularly glad that this had been brought up. Kara wondered if she remembered the way they’d giggled as they escaped the school building, tangling pinkies and swearing they’d never bring it up again. “It was ugly, what sort of person gives perfect marks on something so ugly?”

“Well, I thought you were adorable,” Kara said without thinking, grimacing as she registered her own words, “I mean—not adorable, but um, adorably criminal.”

“It was my Luthor genes shining through,” Lena joked, winking when Kara rolled her eyes. “I’m ready to go now, you don’t have to go so slow because of me,” she added when Kara jogged in place, staring out into the park—looking at the couple walking their dog and the old woman sitting on a bench reading the newspaper. Kara laughed, listening to Lena’s heavy breathing, and shook her head.

“Oh shucks, look at that, my shoes are untied,” Kara said in mock surprise, leaning down and untying her shoelaces before taking her time to tie them up again. She took extra care in making sure everything was tight, going as far as to untie and retie her right shoe—just in case. And when she looked back up, Lena was staring at her with a mix of fondness and confusion.

“Back in Metropolis,” she began.

“Lena, I don’t—”

“—I avoided you. I wasn’t working all the time, I could’ve seen you more often but I…” she trailed off, frowning. “And I didn’t realize how much that could hurt until you avoided me. When you left. And I’m sorry.”

“Why were you avoiding me?”

Lena blinked, looking like she hadn’t expected the question, but surely she should have. She’d brought it up, she made it a point to apologize. Of course Kara would want more explanation.

“How about a race?” Lena suggested, ignoring Kara’s question completely. “First one to the gate gets to choose breakfast?”

Kara’s grin was her only reply.

(Needless to say, she won the race. They ended up with sticky buns and coffee from Noonan’s, Kara regaling Lena with horror stories about needing pick-me-ups at all hours, depending on Cat Grant’s mood.

And the entire time her thoughts were a million miles away, wondering what would make Lena avoid her in the first place.)

x

“You know,” Lena said in between mouthfuls of pizza, “I never thought I’d say this, but reporters aren’t so bad.” She took a sip of her wine—the charm and sophistication of the action lost on Kara as Lena was drinking her wine out of a plastic cup—and smiled benignly. “There’s even one reporter I’d go as far as to say I like.”

“Oh really? Let me guess. She’s a dazzling cub reporter at CatCo. Golden hair, dazzling blue eyes, impeccable fashion taste?” Kara asked, grinning and pointing at herself exaggeratedly, not quite appreciating Alex’s snort or Maggie’s not-so-subtle shake of her head. She opened her mouth to tell off her sister and her sister’s girlfriend, but before she could, Lena smiled softly and derailed all of Kara’s thought processes.

“Well, I was going to say Lois Lane, but yes, you’re a close second.”

“A—a close second? To Lois?” Kara spluttered indignantly, mouth falling open in offense. “Was she the one to write stories about the phoenix-like rebirth of L-Corp and the CEO that spearheaded its rise? No. That was me. All me.”

“But that corruption article—” Lena said, not even bothering to hide her laughter as Kara stared at her in betrayal. “I’m joking,” she said when Kara went as far as to push her plate of pizza away, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms over her chest. Alex snorted again. “Your articles are wonderful, I’m so grateful for them, Kara.”

“I didn’t write them as a favor,” Kara mumbled, turning her head and glaring at Alex, daring her to let out another snort. “I wrote them because it’s the truth. You rebuilt LuthorCorp from the ground up. You should be proud of yourself.”

“Ugh,” Alex cried, throwing her hands up in the air. “Come on, Maggie, that’s our cue to leave. They’re going to be gross again. Compliments thrown back and forth, no you hang up first,” she tacked on in an affected voice.

“You don’t give me any compliments,” Maggie said, almost petulantly, while Kara found herself unable to do much more than open and close her mouth repeatedly, no response ready on her lips.

“Shh, Maggie, it’s okay. It’s their foreplay.” Alex grabbed her girlfriend’s hand and dragged her out of the apartment, leaving Kara and Lena alone at the table.

“So,” Lena said, sipping calmly from her plastic cup of wine, “when do you think Alex will remember this is her apartment?”

“Doesn’t matter, I’m going to steal all her vinyls.” She paused her plotting and stared at Lena thoughtfully. “Is Lois really your favorite reporter?”

“Of course not,” Lena scoffed, waving a hand, as charming, clever, and confident at twenty-eight as she’d been at eight years old, merely amplified by the years that had passed, still managing to leave Kara in awe with nothing but a smile. “You’re always my favorite, Kara. In everything.” The words brought her heart to a thudding stop. Her eyes were fixed on Lena’s lips.

(She was going to do it. She was going to stand and lean in, she was going to settle that voice in her head and that thrumming in her chest once and for all. She would know, know for sure how Lena felt, all she had to do was be brave in this single moment—gather all her courage and ask onesimple question, hope to whatever was out there that Lena would nod, would say yes, would dispel of words entirely and close the distance between them.

She was going to do it, she was going to do it.)

The door swung back open and Kara was rooted to her seat.

“Can you believe Alex forgot this was her apartment?” Maggie laughed as she approached the table, frowning as she took in Kara’s face and then Lena’s. “Are you two okay? You both look like you saw a ghost.”

“F-fine,” Kara stammered, tearing her eyes away from Lena’s lips and forcing a smile. “I just said I was going to steal all of Alex’s vinyls.”

“I heard that!” Alex called from the door, letting it swing shut behind her. “But you know, if you do manage to pull it off, it might even outdo the roof thing. But nothing can top the Paint Incident,” she tacked on dreamily.

Maggie and Lena laughed, familiar with both stories, and Kara sighed, unable to help it when her gaze flicked briefly over to Lena.

She felt her courage fade, felt the moment slip past her fingertips, and she couldn’t help but sigh. But when she did, it wasn’t Alex who looked at her quizzically and in worry. She was too busy rolling her eyes at something Maggie was saying. Instead, it was Lena who looked at her in concern, eyes wide and pleading—wordlessly asking if she was okay, back in sync for the first time in years.

(At the very thought, Kara felt much of that courage race right back.)

x

It was very late or very early, Kara wasn’t quite sure which, and she and Lena were lounging on the couch in Lena’s office, leaning heavily on each other, Lena’s work long forgotten. It’d been quite some time that they’d had nights (mornings?) like this, Lena calling her because she felt her world spiraling, and Kara the only one who could stop the spinning for even a moment. Sometimes there were tears, more often there was total silence, Lena tightly grasping her hand until Kara couldn’t feel her fingers anymore.

This morning (last night?), Lena had just buried her face in Kara’s shoulder, not saying a word for hours as Kara rubbed her back and muttered nonsense under her breath just hoping to ease whatever Lena was dealing with this time.

“Do you remember Jack?” Lena asked suddenly, bringing up her ill-fated whirlwind romance from their last year in college without prompting. Kara nodded hesitantly, wincing a little internally as she thought about all the anger she’d directed towards such a perfectly decent guy, wondering if she should call him up one day and apologize—admit she’d been jealous and she’d really had nothing against him. Then again, to admit that to Jack would mean she’d first have to admit those feelings to Lena, and she wasn’t quite sure if that would ever happen—at least, if her track record was any indication. “I really wanted things to work out with him. Thought if I could focus on him and my studies, I could forget about everything else.”

Kara’s breath hitched and she swallowed hard. Admittedly, it hurt to hear Lena say something like that. Because around that same time, Kara was feeling lost, had needed her best friend, and had been left unmoored and aimlessly floating away from shore in Lena’s absence. It hurt to hear that Lena’s distance had been intentional.

“Okay.”

“Are you going to ask why?”

“Would you answer?”

“I don’t know,” Lena admitted softly, tucking her head more comfortably under Kara’s chin.

“Why did you lie about where you were going for Christmas?” Kara asked instead, voice barely a whisper, unsure even now if she should bring it up. Lena stiffened slightly, then inhaled deeply, relaxing just as suddenly.

“My mother told me she wanted to make up, start over. She told me she knew she strained our relationship and wanted to fix it.”

“Did she?”

“No. As it turned out, she just wanted me to spy on Lex for her.” Lena cleared her throat and pulled away from Kara, shifting so that she was sitting on the very edge of the couch. “Besides, after working at LuthorCorp for a few months after graduation, it was obvious Lex was up to something, and it was obvious she was trying to hide his mess for him. She was just trying to use me as a pawn—I was disposable, you see.”

“You’re not disposable,” Kara immediately argued, not sure if she liked the way Lena laughed in response—like she found the comment inherently flawed, but couldn’t bring herself to explain just how wrong Kara was.

“I’m not sad, Kara,” Lena explained gently, shrugging when Kara looked at her in disbelief. “I’m not.” She shrugged again, seemingly not caring that Kara had been rendered speechless. “I’ve known what my mother is my whole life.” Her head tilted to the side, and she studied Kara so intently for a moment that Kara was sure she was reading every single secret Kara had buried away deep in her heart for safekeeping. “But then you just waltzed in one afternoon and forced my dad to take a stand.” She reached out and took Kara’s hand, squeezing tightly, eyes showing no hint of melancholy. And it was a beautiful sight. “I’m not sad, because whatever my mom has done, I’ve always known I had you.” She smiled then, something changing in her expression, something Kara sometimes saw in her own reflection. “You saved me from the day I met you. But it wasn’t till that afternoon that I realized you were my hero.”

“I’m not a hero. I’m just…me.”

“You’re my hero,” Lena said, grinning when Kara gave her another disbelieving look, finding it difficult to ignore the pounding of her heart, though she was giving it a valiant attempt. “Can I ask a question now?”

“Of course.”

“Why did you leave Metropolis?”

(And oh Kara felt her courage fail her at this critical moment. She felt it escape her in a flood, a mass exodus of bravery in the face of such overwhelmingly terrifying prospects. Because an admission could lead to reciprocation. It could lead to a moment she’d imagined again and again and again. Or it could lead to horrifying and awkward rejection, a friendship she treasured and missed dearly when it was out of reach—when it felt shattered beyond repair—becoming lost forever.

And oh Kara stared at Lena and she found she’d brave any enemy, any storm, any short, grubby, sniffling bully if only it meant she’d have a chance to keep Lena in her life.)

“It’s hard to get over someone when they’re in the same city as you,” she found herself saying, a non-answer that she thought said entirely too much. (Be brave, she thought. Be brave.)

“You and James were really good for each other,” Lena nodded, and it was the way she looked at the ground, the way she released Kara’s hand, the way she swallowed, the way her eyes grew sad that Kara finally, finally, saw what Alex had seen, what James had seen, what even gross Mike had seen. “It makes sense that he’s hard to get over,” Lena added, a pinched expression on her face, one that Kara caught even if most of Lena head was turned away.

(Be brave, she thought. Be brave.)

“Actually, Lena,” Kara began slowly, heart racing, “I wasn’t talking about James.” Lena turned to her in shock, eyes wide, and of course Kara began to ramble, stomach swooping up and down and feeling as if the blood rushing through her veins was on fire. “He was wonderful. He is wonderful, I mean. But he’s not wonderful for me. Does that make sense? I mean, he’s perfect. But it’s really hard to love someone the right way when you’re in love with someone else and I—”

“I was jealous of James!” Lena blurted, apparently quite surprised by her own interruption. “I couldn’t—I didn’t want to hear about him. I’d be jealous of anyone you were with. So I avoided you, because I didn’t know what else to do, I didn’t know if I could hide how I felt—”

“—I hated Jack,” Kara confessed. “And that girl from France, the one you met before we started college, I hated her on principle, and James told me I’m not capable of hate, but they had you and I hated them and—”

Lena interrupted her again, this time by grabbing her face and pulling her forward, her lips on Kara’s making it quite difficult to talk at all. It was awkward and needy and full of a pent-up sort of want and it made Kara’s head spin, it fried all her nerves, it left her permanently incapable of any sort of rational thought. Because Lena—her best friend, Lena—was kissing her.

“Wait, wait,” Kara said suddenly, pulling away from Lena’s kisses, unable to help her smile at Lena’s groan, “so are you anti-love?” Lena’s eyes, which had been closed, opened lazily, and she blinked at Kara in confusion, seemingly unsure what they were talking about. “You said you didn’t believe in love,” Kara elaborated, feeling her ears heat up because as far as she knew, she’d admitted she loved Lena, but Lena had just admitted feelings, and what if she was making a fool of herself, reading too much into one kiss—even if said kiss was as singularly mind-blowing as Lena’s?

“I was nineteen,” Lena admitted softly, and she reached out with a hesitant hand, brushing a stray lock of hair out of Kara’s face and then cupping her cheek, thumb rubbing idle patterns into her skin. Kara felt rather than directed her eyes to flutter shut, felt rather than directed her head to lean into Lena’s hand. “I was bitter because I’d fallen for my best friend and I didn’t think she’d ever feel the same way.”

“So not temporary and finicky?”

“Not in my experience, no.”

“You know, if you hadn’t said that, if you’d just waited ten seconds, I was going to tell you how I felt that day.”

Lena didn’t answer for so long that Kara opened her eyes, only to be met with impossibly soft eyes.

“That’s okay,” Lena said finally, leaning forward to press her forehead against Kara’s. “I sort of like how our story ended up anyway.” And when Lena closed the last of the distance between them, pulling Kara into another kiss (being brave never felt so good), Kara couldn’t help but agree.

x

The next time they all got together, Kara and Lena were holding hands and sneaking not-so-sneaky kisses and gazing adoringly at each other, and upon seeing it, Alex first pretended to gag before she laughed uproariously, demanded champagne in celebration, and told anyone who’d listen that she’d called it from the day she found out that Kara alternated her time between drawing puppies and Lena.

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Molly’s Supergirl Fic Masterlist (updated 02/19/20)

One Shots:

The Revenge of Scully Danvers -  Cat pushes Alex’s buttons one to many times, and Alex strikes back.  SuperCat

Sensible Precautions  -  Grumpy Space Dad has a problem. Sanvers

The Things We Forget -  Kara has forgotten something important. SuperCat

It Had To Happen Eventually... -  Lena's got some new shoes.

Coffee and Ice Cream -  One of Supergirl's rescues gets caught on tape...

Finding Out -  How the people in Kara's life find out she's in love. SuperCat

A Shoulder to Lean On -  After the Dominator Invasion, Sara gets Gideon to modify Kara’s phone so they can talk. Season 2 AU. Set between Medusa and Supergirl Lives on Supergirl, and Invasion Part 3 and Raiders of the Lost Art on Legends. SuperCanary, Sanvers side ship.

A Modest Proposal -  Kara overhears a couple of guys talking about Nia and decides to take action.  Dreamgirl (Kara x Nia), Alex x Kelly side ship

Quality of Life -  Kara has a hard day, and Nia helps her deal with it.  Dreamgirl (Kara x Nia)

Girl Crush -  Nia overhears Kara talking to Alex about having a crush on her best friend, and thinks she’s talking about Lena.  Dreamgirl (Kara x Nia), very brief mention of Alex x Kelly and past Sanvers.

One Morning on Argo -  Kara wakes up alone in bed and goes looking for her wife.  Dreamgirl (Kara x Nia)

To The Rescue -  Nia has a Dream and rushes to CatCo to rescue Kara, but when she gets there, she finds that she misinterpreted the reason Kara was screaming.  Supercat

Protection - Baker demands Cat tell him Supergirl’s secret identity. Cat’s reaction is not at all what he expects.  Supercat

Methadone -  When Kara can’t have her drug of choice, she finds an alternative.  Kalex

This World Which Is Not My Own -  After the Crisis, Things are Different.  Kalex

Consequence -  A brief moment from Lena’s trial.

She Will Always Make That Choice -  Kara has already made this choice. Kara will always make this choice.

What We Found In the Ashes -  Kara runs into Maggie at a crime scene, and over the course of the next few months, they become tentative friends. When Alex’s mind wipe starts to take an emotional toll on Kara, she’d turns to Maggie for comfort, and finds herself falling for the last person she ever expected.  Kara x Maggie

Unexpected Results -  Lena has a plan to make Kara jealous, but it doesn't go the way she expects.  Kalex

Application for the Position of Kara Danvers New Best Friend -  Alex has some questions.

A Study In Charcoal and Graphite (WIP) -  Alex hates Laundry, and Kara hates wanting.  Kalex

Series:

Caring for Kara (Series):  Supercat.  Sanvers Side Ship.

Just to See Her Smile -  Cat does what it takes to makes Kara smile. Set between Manhunter and World’s Finest. One-Sided Cat/Kara, Kara/James

Something Just Like This -  AU where Cat never left, and no pod showed up at the end of season one. When Kara’s relationship with James falls apart, she turns to Cat for comfort, but Cat’s having a hard time keeping her own feelings for Kara in check. Follows “Just To See Her Smile”.

Future Shock (Series):  Supercat.  Side Ships include:  Supercanary, Superlane, Sanvers, Clois, Susan Vasquez/Leslie Willis, BatCat, Jason Todd/Artemis of Bana-Mighdall, Winn Schott Jr./Kaldur’ahm, Avalance, Lena Luthor/Astra In-Ze, Eliza Danvers/J’onn J’onzz, Harley Quinn/Poison Ivy

The Shape of Things to Come -  With the help of Sara and M’gann, Kara travels back in time to a year before she becomes Supergirl from a future where all her worst fears have come to pass, and replaces her younger self.

Devils in the Dark - Fourteen months ago, an older version of Kara travelled back in time, and merged her consciousness with her younger self in an effort to prevent a nightmare future. Eight weeks ago, she came out as Supergirl, catching Alex’s plane as it fell from the sky. Since that time, the knowledge and skills she acquired in the future have allowed her to make a number of changes for the better, but those changes haven’t been without consequences.Now, in the aftermath of a vicious attack, the tables are turned, and Kara is scrambling desperately to play catch up, but everything seems to be aligning against her. Her allies are starting to doubt her, she can’t seem to control her temper, she has to deal with a darker, more brutal version of Project Cadmus that seems hell bent on burning everything to the ground.The pressure is mounting, and the only place she can find peace is in the presence of Cat Grant, but even that relationship might be doomed when a ghost from Kara’s past walks back into her life.This story is the sequel to “The Shape of Things to Come,” and second in the Future Shock series. It does *not* stand alone.

A Plague of Righteousness (WIP) -  Two weeks ago, Kara defeated Cadmus in the Battle of Little Krypton, but it’s a victory that might end up costing her the war. Cat and Alex are both recovering from crippling injuries. Supergirl's relationship with the US government is in tatters. Senator Crane is doing her best to win the Presidential race and has made destroying Supergirl’s public image the centerpiece of her campaign. To make matters worse, Kara herself has undergone a frightening transformation. She refuses to put on the suit, to address any of the public accusations Crane has laid at her feet, and has withdrawn from almost every relationship she has. The people closest to her are starting to worry that she’s cracking under the pressure. The scariest part is, they’re right. Meanwhile, a few hours North of National City in the small farming community of Parthas, Nia Nal has returned home to begin training with her mother as a Naltorian Dream Warrior, but as she begins opening herself up to her powers, she begins to have a disturbing vision of a hellish place inhabited by monsters. 

Future Shock Setting Guide - This is a collection of notes and setting details about my Future Shock series. It's not a story, and has no narrative.

Little Girls Lost (Series):  Sanvers.

Taking In Strays -  Maggie’s dad became the new Sheriff in Midvale after Sheriff Collins is arrested for Kenny’s murder. A few months later, he finds out Maggie is gay and throws her out. When Kara finds her crying under the bleachers and takes her home, Eliza decides to take her in, and Alex makes a surprising discovery about herself.

[cyclone-rachel]

you and me and atmosphere

a Supergirl fanfic

(post-Crisis, rating: G, word count: 2,000, pairing: Kara x present day Kenny Li although it’s pretty much completely platonic)

read on AO3 here

~

The stars looked different.

Kara didn’t notice immediately, as they were among the city lights and there wasn’t immediately time for her to look at the night sky clearly, but on one clear night, she did, and the realization refused to leave her alone.

She couldn’t yet examine what she recognized and what could have only been doppelganger stars from different universes, meeting in the same constellations and multiplying across the galaxy.

And that was just the stars- there was no way of knowing what planets were different from those she grew up learning the names of, studying alongside her aunt Astra no matter how much her mother disapproved as Astra brought her other ideals along with her during those visits.

She didn’t even know which ones had survived, and which still left vacant space in locations where life had once thrived, how many people on planets that once were who found themselves living different lives, with different families.

How many more people that had once lived on many planets, in many different universes, who now ceased to exist at all.

(The one exception- Argo. She had to know that it still lived, and when she and Brainy repaired the communication device that transmitted a signal back and forth there, hearing her mother’s voice answering her brought a wave of relief that overcame her as quickly as the tears that fell down her face)

Her first priority, however, on a night where she didn’t have to deal with Lex Luthor or other post-Crisis anomalies, was to find out for herself- just as she had when she first experienced such a disorientation after leaving Krypton, looking up at the stars above Midvale… first with Eliza and Jeremiah, then Alex, then a trusted friend. And now, on Earth Prime, she felt a need to do so again.

And so her search led her to an observatory located in one of the National City museums.

~

SPECTACLE OF THE STARS, the banner read, and Kara smiled as she looked up at it, before entering the area herself. It was close to the Krypton exhibit that she’d gotten to help with- and helped ruin, regrettably, even though that was more the fault of J’onn’s brother (she certainly hadn’t asked him to turn into a dinosaur- or for him to take Kara’s pod as a method of escape)- and before she got closer to the observatory, she lost herself a little bit in looking around there, seeing children look at everything that symbolized her journey so far, the last remaining pieces of the world she’d lost.

It was more comforting, certainly, than seeing them worship her- taking in everything with childlike wonder, admiring her accomplishments and learning her story but that inspiring them instead of throwing themselves in her path for her to save them. There was a kiosk, there, with a table that held a box of pencils and blank pieces of paper, as well as a large bottle full of those slips of paper, next to a cardboard cutout of herself, and a sign that read “How can you be a Supergirl (or Superman) to others?”.

As she watched, she saw a little girl and her mother both write things down and put them in the bottle, and she smiled. Nobody knew who she really was, here. Nobody was aware that behind Kara Danvers’s glasses was Kara Zor-El, their Supergirl, the Paragon of Hope who had helped make sure they had an Earth to live on. She and the others had brought the universe back, and as much in it as they could… but she was going to find out how much soon, after the crowd of kids around the museum’s astronomer dissipated.

~

“You’re in luck, you’re the last person who got here before my lunch break.” Says the astronomer.

Kara adjusts the bag she’s carrying on her shoulder, trying to be casual.

“Well, far be it from me to get between anyone and food.” She says. “I can… take a look myself, it’s okay.”

“Nope, that’s against the rules, I have to give my spiel to everyone.” He answers. “So, how much do you know about astronomy?”

A lot more than anyone would think.

“I learned the basics in middle and high school.” She says instead, casually, before looking up at the telescope, and the equipment attached to it. “How does this work, exactly?”

He smiles, and she moves aside so he can show her.

“Actually, I started out making a prototype of this myself.” He says. “And when I started working here, I got to design this version- basically the same technology, but on a larger scale and with a bigger budget. Without bogging you down in all the specifics, this screen-“ he gestures to it, with a constellation already visible- “captures what the telescope sees, in photographs that can even be downloaded on one’s laptop.”

If Kara hadn’t been feeling déjà vu before, she would be now, as the astronomer continues.

“Somewhere, past all that darkness, there are whole other worlds.” He says. “Can you imagine?”

“Yeah…” she answers. “Like the one Supergirl and Superman used to live on.”

“Exactly.”

“Can your telescope see any of them?”

The astronomer gives her a sad smile, shakes his head.

“Not yet, but I’m working on it.” He says. “Someday.”

“Well, good luck.” Kara answers, knowing that whatever answers she was looking for regarding those planets would have to wait until she got a way to travel into deep space herself. Maybe she could borrow Brainy’s Legion cruiser, now that she knows he has his own- or maybe they could go together, her and Brainy, and J’onn- and Alex too of course, and Nia. Her whole team of super-friends, traveling through galaxies, getting to see the worlds they saved.

From that perspective, it did sound like a miracle, instead of the tragedy that still sometimes consumes her nightmares.

She’s so lost in thought, considering it, that she misses the astronomer’s next question.

“What did you say?”

“Do you want me to show you something I found?” he asks. “You’d be surprised what this thing sees.”

Kara nods, and he moves the telescope until he finds it- one specific comet, orbiting the Sun.

“That’s so cool.” She says, taking a look at it herself, first through the telescope and then displayed as a still image on the screen.

“Yeah.” He answers. “It’s… well, after coming up with all of this, it’s my new pride and joy. I even got to name it.”

“Really?”

The astronomer nods.

“It’s true. I, um… I decided to call it Kara- after a friend of mine, who encouraged me in all of this back when we were in high school together. She was the strongest girl I knew- and I couldn’t think of any better way to thank her. Not sure where she ended up, but… if I ever meet her again, I want to show this to her, and tell her how much that meant to me.”

You already did, Kara thinks.

“That’s… great.” She says. “Seriously, congratulations.”

“Thank you.”

Kara adjusts her glasses, before moving forward.

“Sorry, I’m- I was rude, I just… realized I forgot to ask you what your name is.”

“No problem at all.” He answers. “Kenny Li.”

I knew it.

She might not have known for certain at the beginning, but… this was definitely him. Had he never been dead, in a post-Crisis world? Or was this a version from another universe?

Would she have to ask J’onn to give him his memories back, show him what had happened to himself on her Earth? Could she do that to him, seeing him so happy, and proud of his accomplishments?

In any case, she hadn’t seen him in over twelve years, and certainly wasn’t familiar with this adult version of him, so for now she was going to move forward slowly.

“What’s your name?”

She almost doesn’t want to say. She considers giving him Linda Lee, the name Red Daughter used… but in the end, she wants to be honest with him, in a world where she gets a second chance to be.

“Kara.” She finally answers, looking around before taking off her glasses, watching his face light up. “Kara Danvers.”

“Oh my god.” He says. “The Kara Danvers? From Midvale?”

“The one and only.” She answers, and he hugs her, just for a moment.

“Sorry.” He says afterward, regaining his composure. “It’s not every day that…”

“You get to see an old friend, after years apart?” Kara finishes. “I feel the same way. It’s really nice to see you again.”

“Likewise.” Kenny says, hands in the pockets of his jacket, before pressing something into her hand. “I have a business card. If you wanted to talk, maybe catch up when you have the time-“

“I would love that.” Kara answers, accepting the card. “Thank you.”

“Thank you, Kara Danvers.” He tells her, as she puts her glasses back on, professionalism returning before he puts up a sign telling people he’s on a break. “Have a good rest of your day.”

“You too, Kenny Li.”

She realized, as she walked away, that she hadn't really gotten an in-depth look at the stars, or the specifics of how they had changed. But as much as she had wanted to know those things, and got to know them when she was younger, there were other ways she could discover them, and after this certainly other opportunities to explore such changes. What she'd gotten today was something she hadn't even considered, another positive change in addition to those that her friends had already identified, and even experienced for themselves in the month since the Crisis had ended.

And that, for the moment, might have been worth more than any changing pattern in the stars.

"Alex?" Kara asked once she'd left the museum, over the phone. "You're never going to guess who I ran into today..."

~

Kara was familiar with the meaning of “star-crossed”. She’d first encountered the phrase in ninth grade English class, and earned some odd looks when she pointed out that stars couldn’t literally cross- but she’d excused herself, saying that that was theoretical, and Alex had called her a nerd. She later learned that it was a mere metaphor, and had nothing to do with real stars, that it meant fate had doomed whoever was unlucky enough to have that title, and it was most often associated with lovers.

For a long time, Kara thought her own life was star-crossed- that she was fated to lose her planet, lose her opportunity to pass the knowledge of her home to her cousin and raise him as the last son of Krypton he ought to be. Fated to become trapped in an endless, lonely void forever, until she was pulled free with the sins of her mother’s past. Fated to lose many others- from both of her best friends to, for a moment, her cousin and the love of his life, as well as her mother and the part of Krypton that she’d just gotten back. Fated to lose someone she cared about and had come to love, when she’d grown up hating his people, in a way similar to how she had been lost.

(That one especially hurt, months later, when she’d come across his copy of Romeo and Juliet, meaning he too was familiar with the concept… yet he had only highlighted parts that he’d read while thinking of her)

Fated, ten years before- before solving a mystery that had led her and Alex to becoming a truly united pair, to really feeling like sisters after a few years of being awkward around each other at best and loathing each other at worst- to lose her first real friend, the keeper of secrets who hadn’t even realized how much keeping such a secret meant to her.

It was only fitting, then, that Kara and Kenny were brought back together by the stars themselves, and this time, they were aligned in their favor.

[kassies-take]

Super Shadowed

Warning: Angst

Danvers sister x b!danvers

Word Count: 2342

Part 1 || Finale

The day Krypton exploded Kal-El was sent to Earth and so was Kara Zor-El. What people didn’t know was that another member from the House of El was also sent to Earth. You were only eight when Krypton exploded, due to your smaller frame you crawled into the leg space as Kara sat in her seat.

When the pod got knocked off course from Krypton’s debris, Kara shielded your eyesight from seeing its destruction. You could tell she was scared too but she was doing her best to be the older sister.

There was only one time you woke up in the Phantom Zone and that was the most alone you’ve ever felt with Kara asleep, then you realized it has always been this way. You didn’t know how long you were awake. It could’ve been minutes, hours, days or even years. All you knew was that Fort Rozz was just out the window and that your life was going to be spent with Kara in a pod.

Earth was a whole different experience. If Kara was quiet you were quieter. This worried Kara, you were always the energetic bubbly kid sister, but she understood after losing a planet full of family and friends, it was difficult. You were both told to keep your powers hidden and only you kept true to those words. When your powers manifested you didn’t use them as much as Kara did.

While Kara was so hell-bent on being a hero you wanted nothing more than to be seen as a regular human. You were always overshadowed on Krypton and the moment Kara came out as Supergirl it all came back to you. How Alura favored Kara, how you were always babied by Eliza, Kara and even Alex, and ultimately how literally empty it felt to be in the Phantom Zone. Only Krypton and Earth were lonelier.

You made it clear to Alex and Kara that you didn’t want to be some hero. But that didn’t stop the three of you from being three peas in a pod. You and Kara fought over food, you and Alex teased Kara with her taste of music and there was never enough room on Kara Danver’s couch when you visited from school.

While Kara followed in Clark’s footsteps to be a journalist and reporter you put your mind to technology. After high school you went to M.I.T and received a job offer by Lena Luthor herself once you graduated.

Kara only managed to convince you to strap on the cape when she fell downhill with the whole I sent Mon-El away and now he’s married. Your suit was the same blue but the yellow and red were white and that was really when Superfriends knew of you at all.

“There’s another Danvers sister!” Winn beamed.

“(Y/N),” you introduced.

“T-that’s very human,” Winn stared at Kara

“(Y/N), abandoned her Kyptonian name. Kasa Zor-El.”

“Because Krypton is not here anymore!” You scoffed at the stares you received before you threw in the towel and flew away from Kara’s apartment.

Kara flew after you as you hovered over the city skyline.

“Kasa,” Kara pleaded with concern.

“Stop Kara, that’s isn’t my name!”

“Yes it is. This is how you keep Krypton alive. I get it, I really do. You had a life there, family, friends. But it’s been fifteen years, and on the way here I lost you.”

“I had no friends or family on Krypton!” You snapped.

“W-What are you talking ab-”

“I-I’m not talking about blood Kara. I had family yes but ieiu (mom) favored you, Aunt Astra loved you, Earth even loves you. I felt and still feel awuhkh (abandoned).” You said it in Kyptonese knowing it had more effect on Kara.

Kara’s face only fell in sorrow as she looked at you with pity. Something you definitely didn’t need.

“Kar, this is why I didn’t tell you. I don’t need your pity, especially after I told you.”

“That doesn’t explain how you got like this. You use to be so bright and cheery.”

“Nice to know I’m dark and moody,” you rolled your eyes and flew off towards the Fortress of Solitude.

“That’s not what I meant (Y/N)!” Kara screamed after you on your tail.

“KARA! YOU WEREN’T AWAKE. YOU DIDN’T SEE WHAT I SAW!” You landed in the snow

“What are you talking about?”

“The Phantom Zone,” you sighed. “I sat in our pod and looked into the empty void. At first I was afraid, but with Kryton’s debris around I realized that the empty void I stared at was just a reflection of my life on Krypton and now on Earth,” You eyes filled with tears and so did Kara’s.

“I didn’t know you felt that way ie (sister).”

“I’ve tried Kara. I’ve tried to go back. Krypton was my planet but it wasn’t my home. I don’t think I can stay here anymore. I’ll help you with your problem but I need to find my home.”

Kara pulled you into a hug, one that if your DNA didn’t hold Kryptonian DNA would surely break your bones.

Apparently Kara and Alex thought it would be a good idea to head to Barry’s Earth for his wedding. Kara thought meeting the whole gang would help you find a home within yourself, Alex just wanted you there cause despite your powers you were still her little sister.

Having seen the way Kara’s friends adored Kara made it worse. During the rehearsal dinner as Kara reconnected with her friends and Alex drank the night away, you were nowhere to be seen.

You sat over the edge of Jitter’s roof with your lead lenses glasses twirled in your hands. Yellow lighting appeared with a gust of wind behind it.

“So how do you know Barry or Iris?” A voice came behind you.

“Barry, when he went to Earth-38 and helped my sister.”

“Ah so you’re the famous Kasa Zor-El,” the voice approached you.

“(Y/N),” you turned to your right side.

“Wally,” he sat next to you. “I know that look, it’s the look of being in the shadows.”

You looked at Wally questionably as he continued.

“You have the same powers or you’re even better than the hero yet people only see you as the sidekick. You have powers yet people still see any threat as something you can’t handle. You try your hardest but will always remain number two a second option if their hero is gone.”

“I relate on a whole different level. I mean my Earth does not need another Super. Supergirl always saves the day,” you mimicked the tabloids.

You and Wally shared a good laugh or two as the person in the shadows. It felt nice to have someone you can relate too but as always the heroes need a babysitter for their hero work. That’s how you found yourself when Nazis stormed the church.

You and Wally were put on guarding duty.

“So what’s the game plan?” Wally asked with you trailing behind him.

“There is none yet. Whoever attacked us knows who we are, so just get Joe and Cecile as far as possible,” Barry explained.

“(Y/N), I want you to go with them,” Kara pleaded from the cortex entrance.

You looked between Kara and Barry.

“No way, we can help out,” you and Wally said together.

“You guys are helping by keeping our family safe,” Barry and Kara said in sync.

“They’re right, until we know what they’re planning, no one is safe,” Joe agreed.

Kara and Barry both gave a head nod as you and Wally sighed in defeat. Wally headed out with Joe first and as you prepared to leave you muttered a word of your feelings.

“Awuhkh, ” you said again before disappearing.

Though being a hero isn’t your forte, after the conversation you had with Wally you were not going to sit idly by while Nazis invaded Central City. It wasn’t your city but you did have the power and the knowledge to figure out what the Nazis wanted.

This was where you had more knowledge with than Kara. Now all you needed was a laptop or computer.

You connected to surveillance cameras of Star Labs to the screen and watched the process. Wally stood behind you as you both watched and pieced together the information given to you.

“Huh,” you laughed as Felicity found a location before a realization hit you that the prism they were after would mimic the red sun. “Oh crap.”

“What, What is wrong?” Wally asked.

“This prism can be altered to mimic the affects of the a red sun,” you explained.

“What does the red sun do?”

“Due to the yellow sun Earth has, Kryptonians are able to have different abilities. And the red sun gets rid of our powers, in short we will be humans.”

“So they’re trying to kill Kara?”

“But something isn’t making sense if they wanted to kill Kara they could just use Kryptonite.”

“Unless they’re making her body weak enough to cut her skin,” you physically snapped at Wally’s prediction and began typing.

The monitor zoomed into Alex with the Kryptonite arrow. Wally raised the volume at the previous recorded message with Earth X Kara having too much radiation

“Oh my god,” you froze.

“They’re using Kara as transplant.”

“And they just walked themselves into a trap.”

“You have to go,” Wally looked at you.

“What?”

“If Kara is going to be fighting herself there may be another version of you, I’ll stay here with Joe and Cecile. They need you more than they need me.”

“Godspeed Wally,” you patted him on the back before he pulled you into a hug.

“Go get em,” he smiled.

As you flew back to Central City what you planned on the way there was definitely a plan Kara Danvers wouldn’t like.

Getting through the Nazi soldiers that was the easy part, getting tthough to Kara X that was a different story. You walked towards Kara’s scared heart beat as you breathed in some confidence with what you were about to do.

You stood on the further side where the “red sun” couldn’t touch, you hid from Nazi soldiers that patrolled between the hallways before you headed towards the red room.

“It’s not going to work, you’re not going to get what you want,” you heard Kara say as you built up enough courage and walked towards the room.

“Really,” Kara X said and hovered over Kara

“Yes, really.” You’re own voice surprised you with how much power it had.

“Kasa,” Kara X stood in shock. “You died on Krypton!”

“In your universe maybe,” you stood your ground.

“And what. You’re going to stop me?” Kara X scoffed.

“No, I came for an offering.”

“(Y/N), you don’t have to do this!” Kara struggled to get out of her restraints.

“And what do you have to offer?”

“My healthy, younger heart in exchange for Kara and my friends freedom.”

You kneeled on your right leg with your right hand above your heart and your head slightly bowed. A Kryptonian promise.

“Kasa Zor-El! Don’t do this!” Kara was on the verge tears.

“Your sister died on Krypton, this way you will always have her with you,” you ignored Kara.

“I have to admit, normally I wouldn’t like such weakness but any warrior who faces their death with no fear is honorable,” Kara X beamed.

“She would’ve done the same for me.”

“Deal!”

As if on cue Thawne rushed in with Führer. Kara X and him shared a kiss before Thawne patted the gurney for Kara X to lay in.

“We’re going to need a new lab, I made a deal with my sister here,” Kara X pointed to you as Oliver and Thawne looked at you. “An exchange of her heart for her older sister’s freedom.”

“We don’t know if she’s a match,” Oliver growled.

“Do you dare defy me my husband?”

“No,” he puffed.

Thawne smiled “Don’t worry Kara Zor-El And Kasa Zor-El are practically twins.”

“Can the procedure be done on the Wellenreiter?” Oliver asked.

“With the prism it can be done anywhere.”

Kara X nodded, picked up Oliver and flew towards their version of the Waverider.

“Kara Zor-El ukiem, :zhalish. (Kara Zor-El I love you as my family, forgive me)”

You followed closely behind as Thawne smirked at Kara before he took the prism and disappeared. Kara still had the effects of the red sun in her system, she struggled harder and harder to release herself from the restraints as the leather dug into skin and drew drops of blood when Iris and Felicity entered the room.

“Kara,” Iris freed the restraints.

“W-where are the Nazis?” Felicity asked.

“Kara!” Alex threw the gun to the side and hugged Kara.

“Alex! They took her,” Kara cried. “They took (Y/N).”

Kara immediately wiped her tears and jumped onto the floor determined to get rid of her culture to save her sister. Only she has never felt as weak as she did at the moment as she collapsed onto her knees. She tried to get back up, the harder she tried the harder her body shook.

“Kara take it easy,” Alex held Kara once again.

“A-alex I c-can’t l-lose h-her,” Kara cried.

“I know, but if you go out there now. You will be killed!”

In that moment Kara finally felt you felt on Krypton, The Phantom Zone and even times on Earth. She hated it, she hated the lonely feeling even when the room was filled with friends and family, and she hated that you felt this way for you while life. A scream that rivaled the Canary erupted from Kara.

The whole room fell silent with goosebumps from Kara’s screams. No one has felt someone else’s pain as they did with Kara’s. It was the type of agonizing scream that puts any other thought on hold and drags everyone in a nearby vicinity into the same agony Kara was feeling. She lost her blood sister and felt guilty that you would never find the home you yearned for.

[ao3feed-agentcorp]

They'll Never Find Us

by Miracles79

A full summary can be found at the end of the first chapter, detailing the idea behind this story, the characters involved (i.e Kara and Lena), the overall tone and the sex scenes that will be explored in future chapters (The general idea can be surmised in the tags section of the story) and much, much more.

Relationship focus: Lena (Teacher) x Kara (Student)

I hope you enjoy.

Words: 2282, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers, Maggie Sawyer, Eliza Danvers, Rhea (Supergirl TV 2015), Samantha "Sam" Arias, Cat Grant, Astra (Supergirl TV 2015)

Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers/Maggie Sawyer, Kara Danvers/Cat Grant/Lena Luthor, Kara Danvers & Rhea, Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor/Rhea, Kara Danvers/Lillian Luthor, Eliza Danvers/Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers/Lena Luthor

Additional Tags: Teacher-Student Relationship, Older Woman/Younger Woman, Dubious Consent, Lesbian Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Girls Kissing, Dry Humping, Rough Sex, Library Sex, Smut, Porn With Plot, Rough Kissing, Strap-Ons, Dirty Talk, 69 (Sex Position), Dream Sex, Threesome - F/F/F, Classroom Sex, Phone Sex, Sex Toys, Lap Sex, Wall Sex, Oral Sex, Bedroom Sex, Forest Sex, Hotel Sex, Angry Sex

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/24112393

[iamsuperconfused]

Not Forgotten - Chapter 29

New chapter is here 

Maggie is caught in the middle of a complicated development with Astra's return and the surprising connection she shares with other people. Things are changing fast! Find how in this chapter!

Tags are chapter specifics

[team-science-mega-nerds]

Fictober Prompt #17: “There’s just something about them/her/him”

Fandom: Supergirl

Pairing: GeneralDanvers (Astra x Alex)

Warnings: None 

Frankly, it’s offensive the way Alex is forced to go through her day and pretend like none of this is actually happening. She goes to the same nook that she’s been roaming around since she was seven years old and she got her first library card. And then she sees her, every single day, walking around like all of this is normal. 

Fine. Live your life, Alex thinks to herself as she peers over her second Gloria Naylor book this week, but Alex is boiling with rage. None of this is normal. Alex has been on break from grad school for only two weeks. She’d usually go to the library and pile up on novels just once on her break, thankful that she had worked so hard through high school and undergrad to allot for actual time off. Kara had asked, of course, like the curious little sister that she is. What the hell are you doing there all day? Alex can’t tell the truth, not until she’s collected more information, and maybe had a conversation that didn’t start and end with Alex clumsily asking where a book was located. That was too easy, that could be faked, genuine human emotion could not. This summer, she’d gone to the library six times so far, and today would mark the seventh. 

Alex doesn’t plan on leaving without the truth. 

Her approach is slow but calculated. The cart that the woman pushes is only half full and she’s sure to swing by the front desk, gather a pile of books that had been dropped off over the course of the day, and begin organizing them in the fiction second. Alex bides her time. Goes through the script in her mind. Then, when the woman moves, Alex moves too. When the woman stops - Astra, Alex remembers the name from her nametag - Alex slows and leans gently against the bookshelf. “Hi.”

“Hello.” Astra studies Alex for a second, paying careful attention to the leather jacket that Eliza had bought her along with her shining glory, her Ducati Scrambler. “Can I help you?” 

“Yes, actually, I’m looking for a very special book. The Trial of Persephone, first edition.” Astra looks intrigued but doesn’t commit to a reaction. She starts to lead Alex to the next aisle where her eyes scan the shelves fast. Too fast. 

“It is not here. Shall I seek the text elsewhere?” The way she talked had always caught Alex off guard but now that she has a word for it, it seems like every word Astra says confirms it. She’s not from here, she’s an alien - literally - and Alex is determined to prove it. 

“That’s nice.” Alex points to Astra’s necklace. 

“Oh, this…” Astra twirls the pendant in her hand. “It’s...jade.” 

“Really? May I?” Astra nods apprehensively. Alex holds the pendant and studies it closely. “It looks different. Very rare or perhaps something...alien.” There it is. Astra is remarkably easy to read. Alex releases the pendant. “You’re not from around here are you?”

“I am.”

“You’re not.” Alex smiles. “I would know, your inflection, it’s sharp. Where did you come from?” 

“Cleveland? Cleveland. Yes, is where I am from.” 

“You’re far from home.” Alex taps her finger against her chin. “You know, when I first saw you, I thought there’s just something about her.” 

“I do not know of what you are referring.” Astra grabs her cart and she doesn’t even notice that the metal is bending under her fingers. 

“I think you’re quite interesting.” Astra looks down at her mustard yellow sweater and leggings. She frowns. 

“Your perception is skewed,” Astra assures Alex. “You have returned from your studies with men who bathe once a week, so anyone looks above average to you.” Alex laughs. “You find this humorous?” 

“Very.”

“Maybe we could laugh some more over drinks?” Astra toys with the silver tuft of hair that always catches Alex’s eyes. “Coffee or alcohol, perhaps?” Alex is taken aback but intrigued. If Astra is an alien, then she’s doing a terrible job at hiding it. If she isn’t then she’s strange in a way that has caused Alex to spend hours at a library. Alex doesn’t know if she should be confused or excited. 

“Yes. Okay.” Alex smiles. “I’ll give you my number.” 

“Your number? A ranking of sorts?”

“My phone number,” Alex adds, stating what should be obvious. To a normal human at least. Alex slides a pen out of Astra’s grasp and scribbles her number down in the margins of Astra’s work checklist. As she’s about to find her bag and perhaps get some fresh air for the first time since she’s been home, Alex looks over her shoulder. “I’m Alex by the way.” 

“I am Astra Zor-el of the planet…” Astra stops, suddenly. Her mouth hangs open for a second and she blinks around her own fear. “Earth.” 

Alex shakes her head and continues on her way. “Right. Earth.”

[afaimsarrowverse]

Zuteilung Sekundärer Geschlechter in meinem Verse

Wer ist was? (Spoiler! Manche verbergen ihr wahres Geschlecht oder wechseln es)

 Omegas:

 Rip Hunter

Ray Palmer

Nate Heywood

Grandma Palmer

Gary Green

Obsidian

Helena von Troja

Mona Wu

Quentin Lance

Roy Harper

Curtis Holt

Quentin Lance (Erde-X)

Maseao Yamashiro

Taiana

William Clayton

Cayden James

Alena

Barry Allen

Cisco Ramon

Joe West

Nora West-Allen

Lisa Snart

Henry Allen

Jay Garrick (Erde 3)

Tracy Brand

Marlize DeVoe

Grace Gibbons

Kara Danvers

J’onn J’onzz

Nia Nal

Jeremiah Danvers

Lar Gand

Lar-Gand (Universum-1)

Kara Zor-El (Erde-X)

Eve Teschmacher

Lex Luthor (Erde-X)

M’yrnn J’onzz

Malefic J’onzz (Prime Omega)

Kate Kane

Barry Allen (Erde-90)

Susan Linden

Sophie Moore

Mary Hamilton

Beth Kane

Mouse

 Betas:

 Martin Stein

Jax Jackson

Leonard Snart

Carter Hall (und all seine anderen Inkarnationen)

Vandal Savage

Gideon – programmiert auf Beta

Clarissa Stein

Lily Stein

Zari Tomaz

Rex Tyler

Anna Loring

Henry Heywood

Hank Heywood

Doris. Heywood

Star Girl

Dr. Mid-Nite

Sydney Palmer

Mrs. Palmer

Ray Terrill

Per Degaton

Felicity Smoak

Nyssa al Ghul

Paul Holt

Rory Regan

Lyla Michaels

Tommy Merlyn

Tommy Merlyn (Erde-X)

Tommy Merlny (Erde-4)

Robert Queen

Shado

Walter Steele

Carly Diggle

Susan Williams

Anatoly Knyazev

Oliver Queen (Erde-X)

Dinah Drake

Raisa

Samantha Clayton

Sheck

Nick Anastas

Christopher Chance

Malcolm Merlyn (Erde-X)

Jesse Quick

H. R. Wells

Ronnie Raymond

Eddie Thawne

Eddie Thawne (Erde-X)

David Singh

Linda Park

Patty Spivott

Cecile Horton

Fred Chyre

Clyde Mardon

Carla Tannhauser

Earl Cox

Caitlin Snow (Erde-X)

Hank Henshaw

Winn Schott

Maggie Sawyer

Clark Kent

Lena Luthor

Non

M’gann M’orzz

Alura

Zor-El

Sam Arias

Ruby Arias

Lucy Lane

Imra Ardeen

Thomas Coville

Julia Freeman

Olivia

Mercy Graves

Lex Luthor

Kelly Olsen

Mari McCabe

John Constantine

Tim Drake

Rachel Roth

John Deegan

Nora Fries

Psycho Pirate

Rick Flag (Erde-X)

Renée Montoya

Luke Fox

Jacob Kane

Tyler Moore

Mrs. Kane

Tommy Elliott

Andrea Rojas

Russel Rogers

Gamemnae

 Alphas:

 Sara Lance (Prime Alpha)

Mick Rory

Amaya Jiwe

Eobard Thawne (Prime Alpha)

Damien Darhk

Kendra Saunders (und all ihre anderen Inkarnationen)

Ava Sharpe

Kuasa

Miranda Coburn

Grodd

Nora Darhk

Jonah Hex

Mon-El (Universum 1)

Laurel Lance

John Diggle

Thea Queen

Renè Ramirez

Evelyn Sharp

Adrian Chase

Moira Queen

Slade Wilson

Donna Smoak

Dinah Lance

Dinah Lance (Erde-X)

Andy Diggle

Amanda Waller

Ras al Gul

Tatsu Yamashiro

Laurel Lance (Erde-X)

Talia al Ghul

Adam Hunt

Chien Na Wei

Ricardo Diaz

Iris West

Wally West (im Vorwort bei der Aufstellung zu „Nennt uns Legenden IV fälschlicherweise als Beta geführt, das war mein Fehler, sorry, Alpha stimmt)

Julian Albert

Harry Wells (Erde-2)

Tony Woodward

Hunter Zolomon

Lewis Snart

Nora Allen

Dante Ramon

Clifford DeVoe

Gypsy

Breacher

Mark Mardon

Goldface

Ralph Dibney

Sherloque Wells

Orlin Dwyer

Alex Danvers

Cat Grant

James Olsen

Mon-El

Alex Danvers (Erde-1)

James Olsen (Erde-1)

Mon-El (Erde-X)

Eliza Danvers

Rhea

Lillian Luthor

Astra

Maxwell Lord

Reign

Pestilence

Purity

Faith

Chastity

Die „Priesterin“

Otis Graves

Starfire

Viktor Stone

Rick Flag

Bruce Wayne

George Li

Roter Drache-Yang

Catherine Hamilton-Kane

Dogson

William Dey

Rama Khan

Ramasy Rosso

Mrs. Rosso

 Trans:

 Malcolm Merlyn – jetzt Alpha (Trans Beta-> Alpha)

Oliver Queen – jetzt Alpha (Trans Beta-> Alpha)

Laurel Lance (Erde Zwei )– Alpha (Trans Beta-> Alpha)

Caitlin Snow – zuerst Beta, wurde zum Alpha, nun Alpha-Beta

Cailtin Snow (Savitar TL) - Alphas (TransBeta->Alpha)

Barry Allen (Savitar TL) - Beta (TransOmega-> Beta)

Thomas Snow – früher Beta, jetzt Alpha (Trans Beta->Alpha)

 Intersex:

 Caitlin Snow – früher Beta, wurde zum Alpha, nun Alpha-Beta

Leo Snart (Erde-X) – Beta-Omega

Sebastian Blood – Alpha-Beta

Cyrus Gold – Beta-Alpha

Clinton Hogue – Alpha-Beta

Michael Daily – Alpha-Beta

Pater Trigon – Alpha-Beta

Sixth Claw Jerry - Alpha-Beta

 Sigmas:

 Darkseid

Granny Godness

 Ohne sekundäres Geschlecht:

 Brainica-5

Charlie (nimmt Geschlecht der Person an, in die sie sich verwandelt)

Mor Novu

Mobius

 Kann sein sekundäres Geschlecht wechseln:

 Garfield Logan (ursprünglich ein Beta)

[ohkaradanvers]

☾ — KARA DANVERS/SUPERGIRL is here! SHE has found themselves wandering about new gotham attempting to find their place in this challenging world. they were once a HERO who used to be associated with SUPERFAM/KRYPTON/JUSTICE LEAGUE. hope they make it in this world. 

the basics;

* NAME: kara zor-el, kara danvers

* ALIAS(ES): supergirl

* AGE: physically roughly 28, but spent many years not aging in the phantom zone

* MBTI: enfp

* PREFERRED PRONOUNS: she/her

* FACECLAIM: melissa benoist

a deeper look;

* FAMILY: zor-el ( father, deceased ), alura ( mother, deceased ), astra ( aunt, deceased ), jor-el ( uncle, deceased ), lara ( aunt, deceased ), clark kent/kal-el ( cousin ), conner kent/kon-el ( first cousin, once removed ), eliza danvers ( adoptive mother ) jeremiah danvers ( adoptive father ), alex danvers ( adoptive sister )

* AFFILIATION: superfam/justice league/krypton/deo

* THREE FAVORITE THINGS: flying, helping others, potstickers

* THREE HATED THINGS: confined spaces (due to being in a pod for two decades), kryptonite, seeing anyone give up

* EDUCATION: kryptonian education, earth education, college degree

* SKILLS: skilled tactition/leader, motivational speaking, skilled engineer especially with kryptonian tech, hand to hand combat, singing, dancing

* ABILITIES: kryptonian physiology ( flight, accelerated healing, heat/x-ray/telescopic vision, invulnerability, freeze breath, enhanced senses, super strength, super speed )

the questionnaire;

* WHAT IS SOMETHING YOUR CHARACTER LIKES ABOUT NEW GOTHAM? SOMETHING THEY DISLIKE? DO THEY MISS THE WAY THINGS WERE - OR DO THE LIKE HOW THE WORLD IS NOW?



though she was always familiar with gotham, and friends with many from there, it’s never been a home to her personally. kara is finding that new gotham doesn’t feel very different, but it’s where they are now and she’s determined to make the best of it. the people there still deserve protection, and with the seemingly constant changes, her main priority has become finding a way to keep everyone safe. though she wishes there was more sun, kara is relieved and happy to find that most of her family and friends are nearby, as well as new heroes that she looks forward to working with. 


* WHERE WAS YOUR CHARACTER WHEN EVERYTHING CHANGED? ARE THEY SUSPICIOUS OF EVERYONE OR ARE THEY TRYING TO REMAIN UNDER THE RADAR? HAVE THEY REUNITED WITH THEIR FRIENDS OR ARE THEY LOST?



kara was in national city when things changed, finding herself waking up in the shifted reality of new gotham. though she hurts at the thought of losing yet another home, she hasn’t given up the hope that they’ll get things back to normal. right now, she’s relieved that those she knew are still safe, regardless of what reality they’ve found themselves in now. though there are many people she knows here, there are just as many that she doesn’t. she isn’t suspicious of them, wanting to believe they’re just as much the heroes as they’re claimed to be, but she knows to still handle things with caution.

* ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:



i use a blend of the show and comics for kara, primarily going with the show for her background as it’s a little easier to explain. but i’m happy to make adjustments and maintain connections from the show/comics/any media so long as it’s plotted !!

cliffnotes version:

kara was born and raised on krypton, excelling in science like her parents before her.

when krypton was crumbing and about to be destroyed, her parents put her in an escape pod set to follow her infant cousin, kal-el, to earth, tasked with looking after him.

the explosion of krypton only moments later knocked her pod off course, and she became stuck in the phantom zone, a region of space where time doesn’t pass so she remained asleep and didn’t age.

by the time she eventually came out of the phantom zone and arrived on earth, she was still only a young teenager but her cousin had already grown up and become superman – not needing her protection anymore.

she was taken in by the danvers family, and though constantly struggling to adapt to earth, and with the lose of her planet, she still found a new family with them and her adoptive sister, alex.

when kara grew up, she eventually became supergirl, not wanting to continue to hide her powers and unable to fight her desire to help others.

[zaoldyeck]

What are some of your brotps from the franchises you are currently a fan of and why?

That’s... a little wide, i’m into a lot of franchises and i have a lot of brotps, i’ll try to narrow it down to just the main ones, also the ones i don’t ship romantically, bc many of my otps are brotps too but then the list would be endless. Also most of them are M/F bc i just love a good friendship between a girl and a guy without them forcing a romance and some good ol’ mlm/wlw solidarity

Digimon

Taichi x Yamato x Sora

Ken x Hikari

Daisuke x Miyako

Ruki x Takato

Eri x Astra

Hunter x Hunter

Killua x Canary

Killua x Ikalgo

Kurapika x Senritsu

Gon x Killua x Bisky

The entire phantom troupe

Tales of

Yuri x Patty

Yuri x Judith (i like them being friends with benefits too though)

Rose x Sorey

Rose x Lailah

Luke x Asch

Yuri x Luke

Edna x Jade (thanks the rays)

Persona

Yusuke x Haru (PLEASE give me more of them p5r)

Makoto x Futaba

Joker x Morgana

Chie x Yosuke

Shinji x Koromaru

Yusuke x Yukiko

Naoto x Akechi

Kanji x Morgana

The 4 protags in PQ

Lisa x Eikichi

Fire Emblem

Henry x literally everyone

the Nohr siblings

I’m sure there’s more but i drew a blank

Kimetsu no Yaiba

Inosuke x Nezuko

Inosuke x Kanao

Shinobu x Kanao

Shinobu x Giyuu

Tanjirou x Genya

Fullmetal Alchemist

Ed x Al (obviously)

Ed x Ling

Greed x Ling

Roy x Olivier

Riza x Hayate

Winry x Eliza

[argyle-s]

Molly’s Supergirl Fic Masterlist (updated 12/28/19)

One Shots:

The Revenge of Scully Danvers -  Cat pushes Alex’s buttons one to many times, and Alex strikes back.  SuperCat

Sensible Precautions  -  Grumpy Space Dad has a problem. Sanvers

The Things We Forget -  Kara has forgotten something important. SuperCat

It Had To Happen Eventually... -  Lena's got some new shoes.

Coffee and Ice Cream -  One of Supergirl's rescues gets caught on tape...

Finding Out -  How the people in Kara's life find out she's in love. SuperCat

A Shoulder to Lean On -  After the Dominator Invasion, Sara gets Gideon to modify Kara’s phone so they can talk. Season 2 AU. Set between Medusa and Supergirl Lives on Supergirl, and Invasion Part 3 and Raiders of the Lost Art on Legends. SuperCanary, Sanvers side ship.

A Modest Proposal -  Kara overhears a couple of guys talking about Nia and decides to take action.  Dreamgirl (Kara x Nia), Alex x Kelly side ship

Quality of Life -  Kara has a hard day, and Nia helps her deal with it.  Dreamgirl (Kara x Nia)

Girl Crush -  Nia overhears Kara talking to Alex about having a crush on her best friend, and thinks she’s talking about Lena.  Dreamgirl (Kara x Nia), very brief mention of Alex x Kelly and past Sanvers.

One Morning on Argo -  Kara wakes up alone in bed and goes looking for her wife.  Dreamgirl (Kara x Nia)

To The Rescue -  Nia has a Dream and rushes to CatCo to rescue Kara, but when she gets there, she finds that she misinterpreted the reason Kara was screaming.  Supercat

Protection - Baker demands Cat tell him Supergirl’s secret identity. Cat’s reaction is not at all what he expects.  Supercat

Methadone -  When Kara can’t have her drug of choice, she finds an alternative.  Kalex

This World Which Is Not My Own -  After the Crisis, Things are Different.  Kalex

Consequence -  A brief moment from Lena’s trial.

She Will Always Make That Choice -  Kara has already made this choice. Kara will always make this choice.

What We Found In the Ashes (WIP) -  Kara runs into Maggie at a crime scene, and over the course of the next few months, they become tentative friends. When Alex’s mind wipe starts to take an emotional toll on Kara, she’d turns to Maggie for comfort, and finds herself falling for the last person she ever expected.  Kara x Maggie

Unexpected Results -  Lena has a plan to make Kara jealous, but it doesn't go the way she expects.  Kalex

Series:

Caring for Kara (Series):  Supercat.  Sanvers Side Ship.

Just to See Her Smile -  Cat does what it takes to makes Kara smile. Set between Manhunter and World’s Finest. One-Sided Cat/Kara, Kara/James

Something Just Like This -  AU where Cat never left, and no pod showed up at the end of season one. When Kara’s relationship with James falls apart, she turns to Cat for comfort, but Cat’s having a hard time keeping her own feelings for Kara in check. Follows “Just To See Her Smile”.

Future Shock (Series):  Supercat.  Side Ships include:  Supercanary, Superlane, Sanvers, Clois, Susan Vasquez/Leslie Willis, BatCat, Jason Todd/Artemis of Bana-Mighdall, Winn Schott Jr./Kaldur’ahm, Avalance, Lena Luthor/Astra In-Ze, Eliza Danvers/J’onn J’onzz, Harley Quinn/Poison Ivy

The Shape of Things to Come -  With the help of Sara and M’gann, Kara travels back in time to a year before she becomes Supergirl from a future where all her worst fears have come to pass, and replaces her younger self.

Devils in the Dark - Fourteen months ago, an older version of Kara travelled back in time, and merged her consciousness with her younger self in an effort to prevent a nightmare future. Eight weeks ago, she came out as Supergirl, catching Alex’s plane as it fell from the sky. Since that time, the knowledge and skills she acquired in the future have allowed her to make a number of changes for the better, but those changes haven’t been without consequences.Now, in the aftermath of a vicious attack, the tables are turned, and Kara is scrambling desperately to play catch up, but everything seems to be aligning against her. Her allies are starting to doubt her, she can’t seem to control her temper, she has to deal with a darker, more brutal version of Project Cadmus that seems hell bent on burning everything to the ground.The pressure is mounting, and the only place she can find peace is in the presence of Cat Grant, but even that relationship might be doomed when a ghost from Kara’s past walks back into her life.This story is the sequel to “The Shape of Things to Come,” and second in the Future Shock series. It does *not* stand alone.

A Plague of Righteousness (WIP) -  Two weeks ago, Kara defeated Cadmus in the Battle of Little Krypton, but it’s a victory that might end up costing her the war. Cat and Alex are both recovering from crippling injuries. Supergirl's relationship with the US government is in tatters. Senator Crane is doing her best to win the Presidential race and has made destroying Supergirl’s public image the centerpiece of her campaign. To make matters worse, Kara herself has undergone a frightening transformation. She refuses to put on the suit, to address any of the public accusations Crane has laid at her feet, and has withdrawn from almost every relationship she has. The people closest to her are starting to worry that she’s cracking under the pressure. The scariest part is, they’re right. Meanwhile, a few hours North of National City in the small farming community of Parthas, Nia Nal has returned home to begin training with her mother as a Naltorian Dream Warrior, but as she begins opening herself up to her powers, she begins to have a disturbing vision of a hellish place inhabited by monsters. 

Future Shock Setting Guide - This is a collection of notes and setting details about my Future Shock series. It's not a story, and has no narrative.

Little Girls Lost (Series):  Sanvers.

Taking In Strays -  Maggie’s dad became the new Sheriff in Midvale after Sheriff Collins is arrested for Kenny’s murder. A few months later, he finds out Maggie is gay and throws her out. When Kara finds her crying under the bleachers and takes her home, Eliza decides to take her in, and Alex makes a surprising discovery about herself.