#girlfriend to death

[hiskillingjar]

Genderbend (All/MC)

the girls are back and i’m having a woman moment, leave me alone day 11: genderbend second person. top and more butch adjescent reader (didn’t say dom though :)) cw for rape in strade’s part. sometimes women can be rapists #feminism

ren 🦊

"This is so embarrassing. Don't you have anything better for me to wear?"

You turned in the mirror, a frown on your face as you stared at your reflection, stared at the black pleather lingerie set Ren had forced you into. 

The tacky triangles of fabric which made the “bra” barely covered your chest and the cheap thong was just made up of strings and straps that cut into the soft flesh of your hips. You didn't even remember what the exchange for your reluctant acquiescence had been this time around.

"Why is it embarrassing?" Ren asked, standing beside you in the mirror in her own quasi-fetishistic outfit (she’d opted for an ironic “bunny suit”), a mischievous smile on her face as she stared at the reflection, amber eyes hungrily taking in each bulge of flesh. "It's so cute~!"

""It's uncomfortable is what it is." You snapped, staring at her, your dark brows knitting into a frown. "This fabric is itching the shit out of my skin, too." Your blunt nails scratched your thigh, where your body hair was thickest and wettest. "Where did you even get this, AliExpress?"

"All the best things come from there," She replied matter-of-factly, reaching out to swat your hand away.. "And stop scratching. Complaining is super unattractive, you know."

You scowled and crossed your arms over your chest, staring at her body.

"Your outfit is way nicer. What, you don't feel like treating your captive to something nice, once in a while?"

"Mm, that's true, mine is nicer." She smiled proudly, turning in the mirror and admiring her petit, curvy body. “But if you behave, I might just get you something that feels just as nice. If you're good."

"If I'm good..." You scoffed and rolled your eyes, glaring to the side. "Whatever."

"Don't be like that." She teased, as she took your chin in a firm grip and forced your eyes back on your reflection in the mirror, her small frame pressed against yours. "I think you look cute, anyway. You look so much like a boy most of the time, you suit something more girly."

"Really." You deadpanned, not looking to indulge her.

"Or, well," She let your head move back to face her, hands sliding down to your hips, groping each area of bulging flesh hungrily. "You might suit it more, if you tried to look like a girl. Seriously, you should shave your legs or something, you might like it!"

You looked down at yourself, at the thick, dark body hair that covered your calves, thighs, mound and belly, and scoffed.

"Oh, wow. Didn't know you were into forcefem, Ren, that's a really new one for you." You said, sarcastically.

"I can't forcefem you if you're already a girl, stupid!" She protested, though she was still smiling like a fox, her fangs wet and pleased.

"Mm," You rolled your eyes again but you couldn’t resist a slight smirk (a heat lighting up in your cheap thong), turning back to pull at her hips, lining yourselves up together so she could feel that heat too. "Didn't know you were into de-dyking then."

"Mm,” Her smile dropped a little and her cheeks went pink. “I dunno about that. That one feels a little more…mean-spirited..." She keened forward and mumbled into your neck, her chest and full hips flush with yours, bare skin rubbing against your own. "Besides, I thought you were bi-"

"I am bi," You said quickly, not minding the skin-on-skin contact as you slid your hand into the back of her panty and groped her backside. "I'm a dyke who likes fucking pretty boys sometimes. And what are you, hm?" 

You toyed with the pom-pom on the back of the waistband, a fox in rabbit's fetish gear. You almost laughed. 

"A, uh, a repressed butch trying to forcefem herself into an e-girl femdom, so all the boys will like her? Kinda sad, Ren"

"I am a domme! I'm a femme domme!" She protested, hips pushing back into your hands as if instinctively, an indignant and petulant pout on her lips. “Besides…I look cuter when I dress up.”

"Sure sure..” You nodded. “But I think you'd look way cuter butch then you do as a botched femme, though." Your smirk broadened, pressing her little body against the mirror as your lips ran down her neck, feeling her pulse beat faster.

She was just so easy to wind up. No wonder you’d talked yourself out of being her basement fuck-pet.

Though, now you were thinking about that…

"You're not being fairrrr...." She protested, burying her face into the nape of your neck, her hands clinging needily around your shoulders, hips rocking up against yours. "Why do I even let you talk to me like this? I could make you behave if I wanted..."

"You don't want to, not that badly," You murmured into her neck, leaving behind a little nip, instantly swelling into a little red splotche on her pale skin. "I'll play along though. You can make me look as femme as you want, if you take off your little outfit and wear something of mine..."

She shivered against you, a little gasp escaping her throat at each teasing bite. 

"Are you…mmph, are you trying to seduce me?” She stammered quietly, pulling her face from your neck with another pout. “I'm the one who's supposed to be in charge here, you know..."

"Mm, I'll be sure to make you feel very in charge when I'm making you come your brains out, sweetie," You said, nipping her neck again.

"N-no fair..." She protested again, her breath hitching as you continued to tease her neck. "You know I'm weak for that..."

"You're weak in general," You said with a smirk, suddenly pulling back from her and giving her hip a teasing smack. 

"Go get changed~"

lawrence (x oc) 🥀

"Hey cutie~"

You snickered softly on the other side of your phone, the camera pointed towards where Law was prepping her shot in the tiny bathroom, each step of the process methodical and thought out as it always was.

"What are you up to?"

“What are you doing?” Law murmured quietly, turning to the phone, a slight blush appearing on her pale cheeks as she drew the viel’s liquid into the throw-away syringe. "Why are you filming me?"

"Weren't you listening in therapy?” You asked with a smile, sitting up from the bed and pacing towards her, leaning in the bathroom’s door frame.“We're supposed to try remembering all the things that make us most happy in the world, aren't we?"

"And what…” Lawrence's blush grew more prominent, her voice becoming somewhat shy. “You're choosing to film me doing my E shot?"

"Of course I am. Nothing makes me happier." You stepped inside, the tiled ground cool on your bare feet, and pressed an idle kiss to Law’s shoulder (making her let out a soft squeak at the feeling), continuing to film her in the bathroom mirror. "Sooo, how long have you been on E, Law?"

"Three months and seven days." She said with a gentle smile (still eerie and far away, but more authentic than it had been before), running her palm over her stomach to find the best place to inject. “My…thirteenth week, now.”

"And why'd you get on E, Law?" You then asked, resting your chin on Law's shoulder with a big smile, watching as she pressed down on the syringe’s plunger.

"Well...I guess I wasn't happy with myself.” She explained quietly with a little shrug of her broad shoulders. “I felt like a stranger in my own body, in my own life. And I wanted to be...well, me." 

She laughed then, quiet and soft, and turned to face you.

"And then of course...there was you."

"Oh yeah?" You grinned a little more, keeping the camera up.

"Yeah, definitely…” Her arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you in a little closer. “If it wasn’t for you, I would have been miserable, I would have stayed that…lost person you met in therapy.”

The blush in her pale cheeks had mostly faded by now, replaced with a small smile of genuine happiness.

“You pushed me to be the person I wanted to be...the person I feel like I should be.” She took in a shuddering breath, holding you tighter. “You mean the world to me...you have no idea how much I care about you."

"Baby," You murmured quietly, stopping the recording and closing the gap between you with a gentle kiss.

Lawrence melted, easily, into the kiss, her hands moving to circle your neck, fingers spanning across your shoulders and thumbs nestling against your delicate wind pipe. 

You didn’t care. If anything, the subtle gesture made you feel powerful, like you alone had tamed the beast that Law had once been. And it felt good. 

Her whole body relaxed at the feeling of your lips against hers, your tongue pressing against the seam of her trembling mouth, a shiver of pure ecstasy running through her as you pressed closer, your stirring lengths rubbing together through panties and pyjama shorts.

"You...wanna go back to bed?" You asked with a coy smirk, pulling back with a little lap at her mouth.

Law's blush swiftly returned and she gave you a timid nod.

"Um...yeah...yeah, let's go back to bed."

You smiled even wider, taking Law's hand in yours (matching black nail polish topping carressing fingers, your got your nails done together now and giggled at the same jokes, and god, you loved her so much) and dragging her back over to the bed, settling on top of her hips as soon as she was lying down beneath you.

Law let out a surprised squeak and a laugh, settling back into the bed, her hands on your hips gently tracing the outlines of bone under your skin. 

"How'd I get so lucky with you?" She breathed out, grey eyes widening as you shifted on her hips, giving the both of you some much needed friction.

"I could ask you the same question," You murmured with a heated smirk, lowering you lips down to Law's neck and sucking love bites into her pale skin, bruises and markings of ownership that people would see, people at therapy, people at the cafe, people at the gallery-.

“Oh!”

Lawrence let out a soft moan, her head tilting back (blonde hair fanning over her pillows like a halo) to give you better access to her neck. She closed her eyes and gripped your hips a bit harder, shivering with desire and the (obvious) urge to control herself and keep still underneath you.

"God, you're amazing..." She murmured needily.

"Pitch your voice up," You whispered a soft order into her hot skin, as your hand sank between Law’s legs, feeling the heft of her cock in your fist and giving it a firm squeeze.

Another shuddered breath escaped Law, her lips parting (like a porn star) as she let out a higher pitched moan, her hips lifting so she could buck into your grip. Her whole body was heating up (after being so cold), everything around her feeling more intense as her body grew needy and restless, trembling beneath you. 

She let out a shaky laugh, pushing a hand into her hair and laying her palm over her eyes.

"Good girl," You praised, gripping her cock tighter, your own cock peeking through your panties and lining up against Law's, as you grinded your hips down against hers. "Keep it up. You're a girl, so sound like one..."

Another shiver of pleasure, a strangled moan leaving Law as you bucked your hips into hers, rubbing sticky heads together, stimulating you both at the same time. She nodded slightly, her voice pitching higher, sounding innocent and girlish, and becoming more desperate.

"Y-yeah, I'm a girl...your girl...oh, please..." She whined, both hands reaching down your back and holding you tight as she desperately tried to speak. “Feels so good…”

"Yeeeah, you are," You continued to croon and dote, sucking another love bite into her neck, where it would be most visible. "My girl, my good girl, Law..."

Law's body arched desperately against yours, another high pitched whine slipping from her vocal cords and filling the hot, clammy air of the apartment.

The perfect little heaven that the two of you had carved for yourselves.

"Yours...I'm yours...please don't stop..."

“I won’t, I won’t ever stop. I promise, baby~”

strade 🔨

"S-Strade, I can't do this..."

You were standing in the low-light of the basement, bare feet cold on the concrete ground, arms prickled with goosebumps, and your collar weighing heavy around your neck.

“Come on, don’t be a pussy.”

Strade was on her knee behind you, tightening the belts of a heavy duty, leather strap-on harness around your hips overtop of your camo shorts, a thick, black phallus protruding obsecenly from the shiny, silver ring on the front of it.

Bigger than anything you'd ever used before. Though you had a sense that Strade preferred a strap-on that was especially punishing.

"You call yourself butch?" She said, heaving herself back to stand with a low grunt and taking hold of one of the straps, giving it a shake to make sure it was tight overtop your shorts. You nodded hesitantly amidst her silence, since she was obviously looking for an answer from you. "Well, don't you know that a butch is supposed to serve her femme?"

You both then stared at the girl beneath you, tied to the basement's support beam. 

Her eyes, wide and scared and looking at the two of you like a pair of demons in front of her, were streaming with tears, smearing black eyeliner and well-applied eyeshadow down her cheeks. Her short dress had ridden up amidst her struggle against Strade, revealing hold-up stockings and silk panties, sodden with urine. 

Any possible protest she could have made was masked off with a thick, duct tape gag.

She was gorgeous, obviously, but…

"T-That's not-" You started, peering over your shoulder towards the older woman as she nudged you forward.

"Always full of excuses, aren't you?" Strade murmured with a click of her tongue, her hands on her full hips. "Well, I think your little girlfriend is pretty disappointed in you. Aren't you, sweetie?"

The girl shook her head erratically, murmuing pleas for mercy and freedom into her gag, breathing haed through her nose. At least, that's what you assumed she was pleading for.

"Strade-"

"Do you need an incentive? Hm?" Strade interrupted you, pacing towards the girl with a roll of her eyes in your direction. "Mein gott, these dykes of the day...fine, fine!" She held her hands up in acquiesence, before settling back down on her knees and placing a firm hand on the girl's shoulder, forcing her shaking body still. "How about you fuck your femme, like a butch is supposed to do," She then produced her bowie knife from the holster at her hip. "Orrrr, I kill her right now?"

Your eyes widened with alarm as the edge of the knife was pressed to the girl's throat, at which point she started freaking out, pulling against the cable tie binding her wrists behind her, pleading and crying even louder into her gag, and looking at you with a mix of fear and betrayal.

Why aren't you doing anything? Why aren't you helping me?

"I-I d-d-don't..." Your lip trembled and your eyes began to sting. "Please don't make me do this..."

"If you get her to come," Strade continued, putting more pressure on the knife, making the girl instantly still with a muffled whimper. "I might even keep her alive longer than a weekend! What do you think about that, hm?" She smiled broadly, as if ignorant to just how cruel she was being.

"Why are you doing this to me?" You whispered.

She blinked at your question and tilted her head to the side, genuinely confused by what you'd asked her.

"To you? Heh!" She suddenly let out a barked laugh (which made the girl flinch and whimper) and shook her head. "You think this is about you? Wow. That's pretty selfish, liebling."

"T-Then what is it?" You asked, your hands curling tightly at your sides. 

"Do you think you're anything more than a tool to me right now?" She said, giving you a considered look and another shake of her head. "No, no. You're no better than this...knife!" She held the knife up, before tapping the point against her scarred cheek. "Mm, actually, this knife is much better than you." Her smile turned into a smirk. "More reliable, at least."

You said nothing, locked in place at an unspeakable impasse.

"So, those are your options." Strade shrugged again and pressed the knife back against the girl's trembling throat. "So, get. To it."

Your lip shook again and the first beads of tears fell down your face.

God. You couldn't even ask the girl what she wanted.

Strade had said that this had nothing to do with you, but fuck, why did it feel like she was doing this to torture you and you alone?

You said nothing as you settled down on your knees too and crawled towards the girl, trying to make yourself appear smaller, less intimidating, less compelled to hurt her.

I’m not involved with her, your positioning said, please don’t hate me for this.

"I'm sorry..." You murmured, another stream of tears running down your face as you settled between her legs (now held open by Strade's free hand) and rubbed the head of the rubber phallus against the front of her sodden panties, trying to ignore her muffled whimpers as they shifted aside and you eased the toy inside. "I'm so, so sorry. I promise I'll be gentle. As gentle as I can be, I promise, I promise-"

"Your tears aren't worth much." Strade chided you softly, frowning at how slow you were being and gripping the girl’s thigh harder. "Come on, put some fucking effort into it or I'll start cutting."

Your eyes flickered up to the girl's anguished expression, brows knitting together in a way that you hoped translated to sorrow and guilt, as your hips jerked forward and you buried half the length into her cunt.

She cried out loudly, her eyes squeezed shut as a new batch smeared her already ruined make-up, and you murmured a little curse to yourself. 

Fuck, there hadn't been any slick there at all, had there? 

You couldn't even try to pretend that you would make this experience even remotely pleasurable for her, not in the slightest.

"I hate you," You murmured, your teary eyes narrowing towards Strade with an ugly sniff, wiping up snot with the back of your hand. "You're the worst person alive."

"Such high praise." She smirked and shrugged, like she'd heard it thousands of times before (and she probably had). "But, ah,  I don't think your girlfriend is really enjoying this so much." 

She slid the knife down the girl's heaving chest, teasingly slow, and cut through the spaghetti straps holding up her dress with barely any effort, revealing a large (and possibly fake) pair of breasts. 

"Make it nice for her, why don't you? Put your mouth on her chest."

You cringed internally at Strade's demand, eyes on the knife dangerously near the girl’s heart, but reluctantly did as you were told, lowering your head down and latching your mouth on a nipple, tonguing the swelling bud as your hips moved, back and forth, fucking her deeper.

Your softer movements and warm tongue earned a soft moan, substantially different from the scared whimpers and cries, and you could feel the slow drag of the strap-on between her legs begin to meet less resistance.

"Fuck..." You breathed against her chest, a shameful coil of desire curling inside of you as you continued to service Str- the girl! 

"Yeah, that's hot." Strade grinned all the same, filthy and lecherous, the knife now resting against her thigh, away from the girl but adding a dangerous subtext to the whole scene. "How about a kiss too, hm?"

You swallowed hard and raised your head again, your free hand (the one not holding her hip) reaching up to gently cup the girl's trembling jaw.

“I’m sorry. I’m trying to help, I am…”

You leaned in and pressed a kiss to her lips through the duct tape, trying to slow your thrusts down again and make this...well, a little nicer than it had been.

You received another soft moan as the girl’s eyes squeezed together, dark eyelashes fanning over her cheeks as she waited for all of this to be over.

You had that in common, at the very least.

“How sentimental. Give me something good to work with, and I’ll think about keeping you both alive, hm~”

[trollprince420]

Damn this came out better than I thought here I’m feeding everybody the German milf content they signed up for



[demigods-posts]

currently obsessed with the idea of everyone viewing percy as a forced to never be messed with. for the sea is unpredictable and does not like to be restrained and all that jazz. except, frank and hazel. who only see him as just a little guy. a soldier left to his own devices out on the streets with nothing to comfort him but a panda pillow pet and a lingering memory of a girl he loves. he's just a little guy you guys.

[marioyuri]

I love how much he hates cops

[mndvx]

Ugh, this is taking forever. X-MEN ‘97 — Remember It (S01E05)

[ch067]

THIS WAS SO GIRLLYPOP OF HIM THE HIP CHECK AND THE BRUSHING THE HAIR OUT OF HIS FACE IM EATING DRYWALL I LOVE HIM

[one-time-i-dreamt]

An ex girlfriend tried and failed to kill me multiple times, somehow this resulted in gravity turning off and everyone started flying around.

[hiskillingjar]

please............ fem fox hcs?? looks up at you with big sad eyes..........😞

okay milf enjoyer

previously answered hcs for law and strade. tried to keep this solely fox orientated so if you wanna see fem ren hcs...lemme know

high femme, high aesthetic as always. she wears incredibly well-tailored suits, high heels, keeps her hair short, just. full milf.

she's a dainty little lady (shorter than fox in canon) but everyone is still fucking terrified of her <3

misogyny is over, local girlboss is diversifying human trafficking!

keeps her claws long and sharp

little boobs <3 matches the rest of her though, she's super slender and looks after her body like it's a tool

(and it kind of is)

she wears really expensive and opulent lingerie like. all the time though (even when she's not getting some. she wants to feel fancy)

ren already has a feminine preference, so fox is going full dyke. enjoy the forcefem, buddy, she's doing it!!

very similar to canon, very charming and fond of those who suck up to her and play nice. she just wants a pet who's sweet on her without her trying <3

and still a massive girlfailure pervert

giving very

(credit to _pocketss on twitter)

she's traumatised and totally repressed, i think she's allowed to be a woman who sucks. i support women's rights and women's wrongs.

[trollprince420]

Here have some random poppy Hana art that I made because I was bored

[morganbritton132]

Firm believer that Tim would tell each member of his family that he has a severe allergy and then tell each of them that it’s to something different. So he’ll know if one of them tries to poison him.

The only one of them that knows what Tim is really allergic to is Alfred for obvious reasons.

[shortnotsweet]

These days, time is anything but linear—especially in a place like Gravity Falls. Mabel and Pacifica have tread this path before. Four years later, it’s worth remembering how things were.

Really quick and messy storyboard; headline reads: “RICH HEIRESS PINES AFTER A PINES”

Bill & Dipper in the same universe

[thatonebirdwrites]

Cheating Death Part 4 - End

Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3

Epilogue

Finally, after weeks under intensive medical care, she was cleared to go home. Her recovery was far from over. Lena didn't look forward to the intense physical and occupational therapy in store, but at least she could rest in a more comfortable space. Have a bit more freedom.

Alex had insisted on taking her home, though Kara had walked with them until she received a Supergirl call. Lena understood now why Kara randomly took off, and with that understanding came a slow acceptance.

The door swung open at the press of her thumb against the keypad. Alex pushed her wheelchair, and shut the door with her foot behind them. They made it almost to the sofa when the shouts erupted around them.

"Surprise!"

Lena nearly fell out of her chair at the sudden noise. People leaped out from behind the sofa, tumbled out of the kitchen, and poured in from the hallway. They were all there: Kara, Brainy, Nia, J'onn, Kelly, and even Sam and Ruby.

"Welcome home!" Alex said with a grin, meaning she was in on this too.

Lena had no idea what to make of this. She'd never had a surprise... anything before in her life. "Um, thanks?"

Ruby nearly bounded into Lena's lap with her fervent hug. "I'm so glad you're home! We were so worried when we found out." She pulled back with a teary smile. "You gotta stop almost dying on us. Because we need you here, you're family, and Mom and I sort of just got here today, so all I have is this card." She handed it over and put her hands behind her back.

Lena opened it to the words, "We love you. Please try not to die again. Or we'll drag your sorry ass back to the world of the living." The asterisk after 'ass' had a note at the bottom that read, "Ruby was allowed this one curseword in honor of you."

Lena smiled and ran her fingers over the handwriting, some of it Ruby's and some Sam. Why they bothered, she didn't know, considering how she'd ghosted them. She took a deep breath to try to stop the urge to cry. "Thank you, Ruby. I love you both too."

Sam walked up behind her daughter and smiled, her eyes glistening. "Kid has a point." She leaned forward and gave her a half hug, planting a kiss on the side of her head. "I'm glad to see you up. We've been so worried."

She handed Lena what looked like a phone at first glance, until she saw the hinge. Opening it revealed a note that read: "Answer your phone! <3 xxxoo Sam." Under it was one of her guilty pleasures, a very specific hard candy only sold in Ireland.

"Sam..." Lena didn't know what to say. She wiped away tears, frustrated with herself. Since her near death and disablement, she'd become a weepy fool. "Thank you. I'll be better about staying in touch. I promise."

As the others moved forward, one at a time to greet her and welcome her home, Lena found herself smiling and dissolving into tears yet again. She wasn't used to this much care, and it still felt unreal. Like the shoe could drop at any moment, and yet it didn't.

Alex had continued to care for her, Kara and the others had continued to visit, and now that Lena was cleared to rest at home? Here they all were being the sappiest people she'd ever met.

"Make sure you kiss your beefcake," Nia whispered as she dropped a box of chocolates on Lena's lap. "She set this up, and I kind of have money on the line, so give a girl some help?"

Lena laughed, but she couldn't stop herself from sneaking a look at Kara who stood, swaying back and forth on her heels, as she waited impatiently. "Sure, Nia."

Alex gave her a backpack of all things. "Hey, don't give me that look," the director said with a cluck of her tongue. "Think of all the science-y things you can stuff in this thing and loop onto your wheelchair. Nothing will stop you now."

She lightly swatted Alex's arm. "Maybe if I was five, but really, thank you." At least the bag was black, so it matched the chair's coloration.

Kelly's gift was perhaps the most useful. A tool to grab things from afar. Lena immediately snapped it in Alex's direction, who danced out of reach with a scowl. "It's perfect," she said with a grin.

"I know you have a long recovery in store," Brainy said with a bow of his head. "But I will give you access to my favorite..." he glanced at Nia, "... toys as Nia calls them." He held out a small, palm-sized square. "Press your thumb and a holographic interface, encrypted for our communication and projects, will appear."

Lena couldn't resist. She pressed her thumb, and the interface swirled around her, filled with all sorts of delicious programs. "Holy shit, Brainy. Thank you. This is a delight." She pressed her thumb again, and it vanished.

J'onn stepped forward and bowed his head. "I wish to apologize for my actions in not bringing you in sooner. You've always been one of the best of us, and so I offer you the aid of my community. We have had many soldiers wounded in battle, and I will gladly aid in your recovery. So that you may find the mobility that fits your needs."

Lena studied the stoic man and thought back to something Kara had said to her. "You're a good swordfighter?" When he nodded, she smiled. "I was nearly an Olympic fencer. That's my goal. To recover enough to challenge you to a duel."

He bowed to her. "I accept."

Kara came last, of course. "Hey you." She knelt and wrapped Lena in a tight hug. Lena leaned her head against Kara's shoulder and breathed in her usual vanilla scent.

The pain hadn't full healed between them, but they were taking little steps. And with each one, Lena settled into the reality that Kara wasn't some omnipotent do-no-wrong-god, but a trauma-filled, messy alien who feared loss almost as much as Lena did.

That's one thing the past few weeks in Alex's medical ward taught her: perfection didn't exist, and that's okay. It was okay to be imperfect. She'd still be loved for who she was, even despite her sometimes bratty, petty nature.

Kara pulled back and kissed Lena's forehead. "I made this." She handed her a cylinder with lines and dots on all sides. "It's a puzzle box like what my father made. Give you something to do as you heal."

"Kara," she leaned her head against Kara's shoulder. "God, I love you so much," she whispered. "Thank you."

"I love you too." Kara carded her fingers through her hair. Lena gladly took the brief moment to recalibrate herself for more people interaction. Alex's words hovered in her head, "I need you to recognize your limits."

She took stock of her pain, her emotional bandwidth, and decided she could handle an hour. Then she'll ask to go to the bedroom. Plan in place, she pulled back from Kara with a smile.

She blinked away her tears. "Thanks to all of you. Now, I'd like to sit down on the sofa, if you don't mind?"

Kara chuckled and gently scooped Lena into a bridal carry. Her face flushed, likely as pink as her own. "As you wish, milady."

Alex groaned at that while Nia cackled.

Settled on the sofa, Lena leaned back into the cushions in relief. Fatigue plagued her still, and the pain simmered despite the pain meds. Still, she was much improved than a week ago. This ordeal had taught her that even small steps were worthy victories.

"So you ready for cake? Because all welcome home parties need cake." Kara practically hopped from foot to foot.

"Sure, Supergirl," Lena drawled. "Better fly me the best."

"Oh, you betcha. Straight from Belgium." Kara sounded quite proud of herself.

"Kara..." Alex pressed her palm against her face.

"Supergirl?" Sam echoed, her eyebrows raised.

"Wait a second," Kelly looked around, surprised. "Kara is Supergirl???"

Well, it was nice to know she wasn't the last one told after all.

***

Six months later

Lena gripped the bars, most of her weight on her arms. Her legs trembled beneath her, her right foot turned slightly to the left. Kara stood at the other end of the torture session with a grin. "Come on, Lena, you can do this."

"Oh shut up." Lena growled, but there was no heat in her words, only a deep affection. She carefully took a step, and her leg held. A tingling sizzled up her leg muscles, but she didn't crumple. Slowly, she lifted and plopped her other foot down. That one proved weaker than the other, so she leaned into the bars more.

"Remember to breathe." Her physical therapist stood behind her ready to catch if she fell.

She took a deep breath and managed another step. The rhythm of walking felt strange, like a foreign language she'd forgotten after months of using a wheelchair.

Since the attack, she'd kept a low profile. Sam returned as temporary CEO, and Alex proved to be just as protective of her as she was of Kara. Nia's article of the attack won the public's favor for Lena, which had been a nice, short boost for L-Corp.

So she slowly made her way down the bars, each step mores stable than the last. Her muscles screamed at the effort, but she pushed forward, determined.

Kara, as always, lived up to her promise and stayed at her side. Assisted her lab work. Accepted with grace the occasional microscope she threw at her head. Since becoming an independent writer and science consultant, Kara spent more and more time at her penthouse, and it had started to fill up with knickknacks, paintings by Kara, Kara's clothes randomly strewn over chairs, and a kitchen full of enough food for a hungry Kryptonian.

Lena knew she wasn't always the best partner. Sometimes Kara and her fought bitterly, but they'd learned to come together and talk it out. To share space for one another's feelings. To tentatively explore what being together really looked like.

All a step at a time.

Her trek reached the end of the bars, and there Kara stood, her arms out stretched.

"You did it! I told you so," Kara said with a delighted laugh.

Lena leaned forward and let herself fall into Kara's embrace. She looked up and smiled at her lovable dork. "I suppose I owe you that ice cream, my love," she said, wryly.

Kara nodded and brushed her nose against Lena's. "You sure do."

Lena placed her hand on Kara's cheek and kissed her lips. As she pulled back, she smiled at the goofy dazed expression Kara always wore when Lena sneaked a kiss.

"I'll make it two, for being such a good motivator." Behind her the physical therapist cleared her throat. Lena chuckled and for the first time in her life, she actually felt happy.

She'd cheated death yet again and won a girlfriend from it. Quite the bargain when all was said and done.

[vonehrenfest]

Danny’s hiding in the walls when the Bats corner the Joker and the clown starts spewing stuff about how if they kill him they’ll be just like him, one bad day etc. etc. so Danny just… freezes him.

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[whats-9plus10]

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