#i’m THE kara danvers expert

[karaspal]

[natalievoncatte]

“Okay,” Alex said, “listen, prepare yourself. She’s acting… strange.”

Lena strode next to her, clenching her fists as if she could grip her own cold fury with them. The audacity of Danvers

(Alex)

to call her in like she was some employee after what Kara had done to her, was shocking. She would have told her to fuck right off if not for the desperation in her voice. She almost hung up on her when Alex said it was about Kryptonite, and they needed an expert.

Outside the exam room, Alex directed Lena’s attention to a screen. Some two-bit “villain” (how she hated that word) was on the screen. She wasn’t sure what he was going for with his outfit but he looked like a cross between a cable repairman and a wannabe Ghostbusters with a helmet that reminded her of the cap on a salt shaker. He was thrusting a wand device at Kara, spraying her with a fine pink mist.

Some of the substance had been gathered into a small vial, currently residing in a lead canister. Lena turned the vial in her hands, watching the tiny, powdery crystals flow over each other like sand.

Lena swallowed, hard.

“She’s not on a rampage, so it’s not red kryptonite.”

“It appears to be pink kryptonite,” said Lena.

“Your scientific skills of observation astound me,” said Alex. “Marie Curie would be so proud.”

Lena gave her a flat look.

“Fuck you, Danvers. I haven’t had a chance to say this to your face yet, but fuck you. Fuck all of you, playing your little games mocking me to my face when we were supposed to be friends.”

“We were friends,” said Alex.

“Not friends enough for Kara to tell me the truth.”

“I told her not to,” Alex said, coldly, “and I was right. Maybe I kept at her too long about it, but she ended up keeping the secret because she was afraid you’d flip out and blow up your whole friendship over it, you fucking drama queen.”

Lena screwed the lead canister shut. It looks like it was meant to hold radioactive flour.

“Do you want my help or not?”

“Please save her. I’m prepared to deal with your sanctimonious bullshit if you save my sister.”

“I’ll need to work on the sample, but I should examine her first. Is it safe?”

“She would never hurt you.”

Lena rolled her eyes. Alex stared at her flatly.

“You two, Jesus Christ. If you were anyone else I’d just call it out, but fuck it, let’s keep this professional.”

Lena crossed her arms. “Call what out?”

Alex arched a brow. “Should I start with the office full of flowers or the literal billion dollars you spent on her?”

Lena’s nostrils flared and she felt red creeping up her cheeks. “That wasn’t about her, that was about keeping Edge from owning his own media empire. Murdoch is bad enough.”

“It’s a fashion industry magazine,” said Alex, “and Edge could just start his own. The difference is Kara worked at CatCo, where you started working instead of…”

“Do you want my help or not?”

Lena huffed. “Fine. Let’s go.”

Alex opened the door. Kara was seated sideways on the exam table, swinging her feet like a bored child. There was a faint pinkish tinge to sparking points on her pale skin and she looked up with a slight pink gloss to the whites of her eyes, visible at a distance.

“Heyyyyyyyyy~”, said Kara.

Lena blinked.

“Kara? How are you feeling?”

Kara stared at her hands. “Why are you here? I thought you hated me now.”

Lena felt a sharp sting of regret deep in her chest, but brushed it off, like crumbs from her sleeve. It was as meaningless as crumbs. Kara’s honeyed words were always to sweeten her lies.

Kara resumed staring at her hands. “Humans call them fingers, but I’ve never seen them fing. Oh,” she giggled, wriggling her fingers, “there they go.”

“Kara?” said Lena.

“Oh, hi, I didn’t see you come in,” said Kara. “Some dude sprayed me with glitter and now I’m all funny.”

Alex leaned over. “We only got her in her by convincing her the Backstreet Boys were waiting inside and she spent three hours singing those stupid songs with Nia before I called you.”

Lena licked her lips. “Ah, I see. Kara?”

“Yeah, babe?”

Lena flinched. Babe? What?

“How are you feeling?”

“I feel great,” said Kara. “Kinda… kinda relaxed but excited. I’m excitalaxed! I made up a new word!”

“Would you excuse us a minute?” said Lena.

“Sure,” said Kara.

Lena stepped out and closed the door after Alex joined her.

“Alex,” said Lena.

“Lena,” said Alex.

“She’s high,” said Lena.

“I know,” Alex sighed.

“That’s incredibly dangerous. If she was just a dumb blonde we could let her sleep it off, but she can bench press an aircraft carrier. What if she gets some inane idea in her head and levels half the city?”

“She isn’t going to hurt anyone.”

“Didn’t she throw Cat Grant off a building the last time she was under the influence of something? It was on TV, Alex.”

Alex scowled. “That was different. Also she had it coming.”

Lena’s brows shot up.

“What? She was a bitch to my sister. She made her cry like three times a week. I don’t buy into that hardass girlboss mentor routine, I never liked Kara working for her. It was a relief when you bought the company, I had hopes someone would finally be looking out for her. She’s fragile, Lena.”

Lena blinked. “What?”

“Yeah, turns out that having your planet explode and losing your entire culture, family, and way of life, then losing your foster father, and then having to kill your aunt who is your mother’s twin sister can do a number on you. Might make you a little bit clingy and weird and paranoid about losing everyone you love. Shit, Lena, out of that whole list I just lost my dad and it was not make me a drunk for six years and captain of the varsity slut team. And I’m gay.”

Lena stared at her.

“Why does everyone I know need therapy?”

Kara chose that moment to throw the door open, making them both jump. She was grinning ear to ear.

“I don’t need therapy, I need rum,” said Kara. She turned to Lena and stage whispered, “alien rum that I can get drunk on.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Kiddo. Why won’t we go sit down and try to rest.”

Kara snapped her fingers. “I know what we can do! We can go clubbing! Come on, Lena, let’s go clubbing. If I go clubbing with you it’ll make Lena jealous.”

“We are so fucked,” Alex muttered.

Kara started forward, but Lena stepped in her path and pressed a hand to her chest.

She froze, staring open-mouthed at Lena. Lena could feel the muscles flexing under her palm and fingers, the nearly infinite strength pressed against her simple touch and yet yielding to it.

“Kara,” she said, softly, but firmly. “Let’s just go back in the room, okay? You’re intoxicated by the altered Kryptonite you’ve been exposed to and you’re not thinking straight.”

Kara looked her up and down, slowly. Lena felt a hot tingle pass through her and her legs quivered in her slacks. Kara’s eyes had gone dark and her chin dipped slightly and holy shit she was staring directly at Lena’s mouth.

Alex looked at her nervously.

“Lena,” Alex said, in warning.

“She won’t hurt me,” said Lena.

Brainy walked into the lab. “I have good news,” he said. “The half-life of this particular type of Kryptonite is very short, by my calculations it should only last a few… hours…” he trailed off, then added quickly. “I have business elsewhere, excuse me,” and fled the room.

Lena gave Kara a tentative push and the invincible Kryptonian stumbled back. Lena ended up guiding her into the room again and sat her down.

Alex began to follow.

“It’s fine,” said Lena.

“Are you sure?”

“She won’t hurt me. Close the door.”

Kara sat down and stared between her feet, fiddling with her hands.

Lena waited for the door to close and sat down next to her.

“Are you mad at me?” Kara whispered.

“Yes,” Lena murmured. “I’m so angry at you that it makes me want to scream.”

“Oh,” Kara said, her voice small.

Lena sighed. “I’ll never be mad enough to let anything happen to you, Kara.”

“But you’re mad.”

“I’m mad. I let you in, you didn’t do the same for me. I let you see who I am, good and bad, and you held back from me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

“But you’re still mad.”

“Yeah,” Lena sighed.

Kara rubbed at her arms, sniffling.

Great, Lena thought, she’s coming down.

“Everybody changes,” said Kara. “Everybody goes away and leaves me. I’m so scared, Lena. I’m so scared of being alone. I was alone forever and ever in my pod and it hurt so much,” she choked out a little sob. “Everyone goes away and I can’t take it. I can’t stand it. I didn’t want you to go away so I lied to make you stay. I’m sorry.”

Lena, haltingly, put an arm around her. Kara leaned her head on Lena’s shoulder.

“Can I make it so you’re not mad at me anymore?”

Curious, Lena thought.

She wasn’t mad at all right now.

Kara began to sob softly, and suddenly, all at once, being mad didn’t make so much sense after all. She still felt it burning in her chest but it had gone from hot coals to dying embers, from raging magma to something bitter and sticky coating her lungs, making it hard to breathe.

“I think you can do anything if you try hard enough.”

Lean smoothed back her hair and curled the sleeve of her designer jacket around her hand and used it to dry the tears, and Kara hugged her, tightly but gently in her insistent way.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know, darling. Just relax and breathe, I promise it’ll be better soon.”

It was a funny thing, when Kara kissed her. It happened so naturally, so easily, that once it began, Lena was hardly aware how it started. It was not a lustful kiss, though she could feel that was there in the hungry way that Kara’s lips tugged at her own, almost pleading. Nor was it sad. It was hopeful, and it made something flare in her chest.

No, more than that. A crushing blast of warm air snuffed the dying embers of fury in her chest and in their place a new bonfire blazed into being, a sudden explosive joyful warmth that would blaze in her forever until the sun went out and the sky went cold. It was as if Kara had given her some red sun fire.

On instinct she lunged into the embrace and suddenly they were on the table, Kara swinging one leg lazily off the side as Lena straddled and locked lips with her.

"Oh God," Lena blurted, yanking back.

"What's wrong, baby?"

Lena almost fell off onto the floor when Kara called her that. She was sitting on Kara, panting.

"We can't," said Lena. "Kara, please, you're high as a kite."

Kara let out a soft, sad sound. Lena brushed her cheek softly. "It's okay. Just let me lay with you."

Kara shifted so Lena could join her, and they lay facing each other.

"I love you," Kara whispered. "You are my red sun, my scarlet sky, my beacon calling me back from the void."

Lena's breath caught. She tucked in close and kissed Kara on her nose.

"I'm tired," said Kara.

"Go to sleep," Lena whispered. “It'll be okay. I'll still love you tomorrow."

With a contented smile, Kara closed her eyes, looking so peaceful that Lena wanted nothing more than to watch over her.

When Alex came in and laid a blanket over them, she had the most frustrating grin on her face.

Lena decided she'd allow it.

[ao3feed-supercorp]

anyway don't be a stranger

by reputationstation

“I don’t have to be a hockey expert to know that when you score four goals, you’re something special.”

Kara's face contorts smugly, “You think I’m special?”

Lena rolls her eyes, “No, I think your stats are special. I could use a few choice words for what I think about you.”

Kara snorts. “Oh come on, we don’t even know each other, you can’t hate me already.”

“Fine, then let’s get to know each other a little more,” Lena says, and she can’t believe those were the words coming out of her mouth.

Or: Kara Danvers is a hotshot college hockey player projected to go first overall in the NHL entry draft and Lena Luthor is a genius and a model student learning how interesting hockey can be.

Words: 10000, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers, Samantha "Sam" Arias, Lucy Lane (DCU), Eve Teschmacher

Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Samantha "Sam" Arias/Alex Danvers

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Sports, Alternate Universe - No Powers

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[whythinktoomuch]

Tentatively stepping through the doorway, Lena was greeted by the natural wintry gleam of the Fortress of Solitude. She had only been there that one time all those months ago, but the surroundings appeared familiar enough, seemingly burned into her memories as a particularly difficult flashbulb of an experience.

Cold. Dimmed lighting. Wide open spaces that gave off the illusion of emptiness despite holding some of the most important secrets to be kept in the world.

And in the middle of it all, stood Kara Danvers, still dressed in her Super regalia, staring off into the distance like little else mattered.

“Kara.” Lena rushed forward, the clack of her heels bouncing off the polished walls in an anxious rhythm that rivaled that of her heart.

Kara looked over, blank expression slipping slightly. “Lena?” she murmured, sounding surprised, though not at all startled. “How’d you get out?”

“… Out?” Lena echoed, but Kara didn’t elaborate. Maybe the disconnect was to be expected though, and there were more important things at stake for the moment, so, “Kara, you need to come back.”

“Back.” Kara chewed on the word, tasting the implications like they weren’t quite to her liking. Then she gave a single nod. “Oh. I see.” And with that, Kara turned her back on Lena and walked right off, right into the distance that gradually converged into a yawning doorway.

--

Lena had no choice but to chase after her. “I know why you’re doing this, Kara. And you have to know that it wasn’t your fault. None of it was.”

Kara didn’t answer. She didn’t have to. Her silence was already speaking volumes just by stretching on and on, running parallel to the seemingly never-ending hallway.

“Will you at least explain what you’re doing here?” Lena demanded, her patience eaten up by a sense of urgency that was somehow eluding Kara. Time was of the utmost importance—that much had been impressed upon her repeatedly and emphatically before she made this journey. “Look, I’m not going to leave until you talk to me.”

Mild amusement flitted over Kara’s features as she looked back at Lena. “How’d you even get here?”

“Does it matter?”

“No.”

Then when Kara made no move to continue their conversation, Lena sighed in exasperation, “I have my ways, okay?”

“Of course you do,” Kara said easily. “I’m just… surprised that they’d send you, of all people.”

“I volunteered to come. Well, I insisted anyway.”

Kara glanced back at her again, expression now unreadable. “We’re not even friends anymore,” she said, matter-of-fact, no malice intended or needed. “We haven’t talked for—what—six months? I guess what I’m trying to say is that, you wouldn’t have been my first pick.”

“And I’m sure the many people who were opposed to my coming here would agree,” Lena said, but Kara didn’t take the bait, falling silent once more. “Where are we going anyway? What’s down here that’s so important that you have to see it right now?”

Kara took an abrupt left turn, and the hallway opened up just as abruptly into an endless series of shut doors, all evenly spaced out along either wall. Each door was fashioned with its own nameplate, which was of little interest to Lena until she started recognizing the names. By then—trailing behind Kara, passing by doors that read James, Winn, Kal-El, and a few with lettering that could only be Kryptonian—it became all too clear why they were there.

Lena’s sense of purpose was renewed, however, when Kara walked right past a door labeled Alex without slowing. “Wait, that’s where we have to go,” she called out in realization. “We need to get to Alex, right? Right, Ka—Kara! Hey, where are you going?”

But Kara evidently wasn’t listening, her stride only cut short upon arriving at another door altogether. The door was plain and simple enough, except in that it was one of the very few without its own handle. The name Mon-El was etched into the dull gold, just barely catching in the light at eye level.

“They disappear sometimes,” Kara said. “The doorknobs, I mean. Well, the doors too, but there’s always another to replace them so… it’s hard to keep track.”

Lena tried her best to not acknowledge the predictable twinge of nausea that twisted in her stomach. “What’s in there?”

“When I could still open it, I’d just see his spaceship disappearing into the horizon.” Kara shrugged. “I’m sure there were other things too, but it’s been years.”

“… Kara, let’s get back to Alex’s door,” Lena said, clearing her throat, ridding herself of any lingering pangs of unjustified jealousy. “It still has a doorknob, so we can still get in there, right? That’s what that means?” But Kara was ignoring her. Again. “Are you even listening to me right now?”

“You say that to me a lot in here.”

And just as Lena was about to ask what the hell Kara possibly could mean by that, she noticed yet another door, just a bit farther down the hall, literally with her name on it.

“You can go in there, I think,” Kara continued, shrugging again. “There aren’t really any hard and fast rules here, but that might be the only door you can open without me.”

Lena, inevitably, took a pause.

Her door appeared more intricate the longer she studied it. The rich, glossy oak with accents of rose gold. The plumerias carved into the wood at every corner. A touch of cursive to her name, lovingly engraved across the polished nameplate. It had a delicate padlock that looked more decorative than practical, but Lena already knew that it would fall away for her, if she wanted.

Admittedly, it took a rather lengthy moment for Lena to successfully tear her eyes away from the door. “That’s not why I’m here.”

“Well, there isn’t much else I can give you besides that,” Kara said, promptly moving on, venturing deeper into the hallway that only opened up to more and more hallway with a seemingly inexhaustible supply of doors.

“Kara, stop…” Lena abandoned her door to chase after Kara again. “I’m serious,” she pleaded, seizing Kara by the elbow, tugging insistently. “Let’s go through the Alex door. We can go together.”

Kara shook her head, shaking her arm when Lena refused to loosen her grip. “Let go,” she snapped, eyes briefly flashing red, and Lena unfortunately flinched away from her. Huffing hard, Kara then pivoted away, slipping through the closest door and Lena slipped in right after her before it could swing shut.

The whole world was on fire.

Proud buildings coming down in flames. Air condensed into a thick black smoke. Everyone dying around her…

Coughing, Lena was immediately forced to press her sleeve to her mouth and nose. The door was nowhere to be seen. After a more thorough survey of her surroundings, she finally noticed a slumped figure in the relative distance. It was hard to make out anything in the light of the fading red that made up the sky, but who else could it be? Lena made her way over.

Thankfully, Kara wasn’t too far. She was just sitting atop a darkened precipice, arms around her knees as she watched the world die before her.

“This…. is Krypton,” Lena said as she realized. “Kara. You can’t stay here. This can’t be healthy…”

“And you, of course, would be the resident expert on keeping healthy habits,” Kara said, and her sarcasm didn’t even need a bitter tone to land.

And that about settled it.

Lena grabbed a piece of smoldering debris—still warm, somewhat spongey, surely not fatal—and lobbed it as hard as she could at the back of Kara’s head.

The projectile bounced off harmlessly enough, but Kara slowly turned around, eyes widened. “Ow…?” She pressed a hand gingerly to the back of her head, no doubt still tender from the blow. “What are you doing? The sun isn’t yellow here!”

“None of this is even real!” Lena snapped, and to prove it, she lifted a much larger piece of debris that normally would have buckled her with its mass. When she sent that hunk of rock sailing through the air, Kara finally demonstrated some life and dove out of the way.

“What the hell, Lena?” Kara said, some frustration and thus vigor breaking through the monotony. “What are you doing here? Why did you even come?”

“I want to see what’s behind Alex’s door!” Lena threw back, just as frustrated and then some. “What is this, Kara? Behind one door, you see your home planet imploding. Behind another, you see the man you loved leaving you forever. So, what the hell could possibly be happening in the one for your sister? Whose life, by the way, is still hanging in the balance, in case you forgot.”

Kara huffed, whirling away. “That’s none of your business.”

“You made it my business by fucking off to wherever this is,” Lena said, fighting to maintain eye contact as Kara tried repeatedly to turn her back on her. “You made it my business by making me come after you! So, just do me one fucking favor, and just tell me—”

“I kill her.”

Lena fell silent, blinking, the soundtrack to her sudden hesitation coming alive in the sounds of the world burning up around her.

“I kill her in there. Over and over and over again.” Kara’s words were falling out like she couldn’t stop them, an outpouring of shame and relief rolled into one. “She dies by my hand, only to die all over again, and again, and—”

“Okay, I get it,” Lena hastily cut in. “Well, no. I don’t get it, get it, but… what do you mean you kill her? How…?”

Kara covered her face with a sharp exhale. “Lots of ways! Heat vision. Super strength. Sometimes I’m just throwing her off a building. Other times, I’m choking the life out of her with my bare….” She broke off, voice drying up. “I don’t want to go in there, okay? Stop asking me.”

“Kara, this… this is ridiculous,” Lena eventually sputtered. “Alex isn’t dead. She’s hurt bad, yeah, but how could you possibly give up on her when—”

“Because it doesn’t matter,” Kara said flatly. “Because if not now, it’ll be some other time. She’ll die, and it’s going to be all my fault.”

“But what happened to her isn’t your fault.”

Kara sighed, heavily and exhausted, and suddenly she looked every bit the lonely woman who’d lost everything in a way only few people have. “Lena… Everything down here’s my fault.”

Her entire body sagged then, and she was back on the ground, curled up and watching the horizon again. So, Lena just walked over and sat next to her.

Everything was steadily plunging into darkness. There were more cracks ripping apart the earth than there were buildings, people, or even life in general. The fire climbed higher and everything was smothered in smoke, but all Lena had to do was consider taking a clean breath of air, and she could.

“What happens when it’s over?” Lena asked.

“Just starts up all over again.”

“Okay then.”

After a while, when the sky was too obscured to distinguish from the ground, Kara directed her gaze to her own feet. “… You ever think about what yours would look like?”

“My mind palace, you mean?” Lena asked, and Kara nodded. “Oh, I already know. Boxes.”

Kara exhaled a dry chuckle or two. “Boxes? That’s it?”

“Maybe some filing cabinets too. Just to keep everything organized,” Lena said, and she was mostly joking, but also not. “Boxes just always worked for me.”

“… Is there a box in there with my name on it?”

Lena blew out a breath, shakily laughing at the self-evidence of it all. “Of course there is, Kara.” Maybe even more than one, though they didn’t have to get into that now, or ever.  

“Do you want to know what happens behind your door?” Kara asked haltingly, gaze still dropped.

“Not at all. I’m sure whatever it is, I’ve imagined much worse on my own terms,” Lena said, and Kara kinda laughed again, but wouldn't disagree. “… You know what happened to Alex wasn’t your fault, right?”

“Might as well have been. Should’ve been there.”

“You can’t be everywhere at once, Kara. That can’t be expected of anyone, even Supergirl.” And when Kara gave no indication that she was listening, Lena continued with a sigh, “If Alex could be here, she’d say the same exact thing. Though I’m sure she’d include some Midvale lingo and much more swearing.”

“What’s Midvale lingo?”

“If I knew, I wouldn’t be above using it right now.”

Kara didn’t laugh this time, just nodded solemnly before asking, “How long have I been in here?”

“You’d been out for almost six hours when I made my way over.”

“Did Alex improve at all while I’ve been gone?”

“That’s not really a thing you can tell just by looking,” Lena said vaguely. She didn’t want to lie, but she also didn’t want to give Kara any reason to stay behind.

But Kara looked at her like she knew exactly what Lena was trying not to say. She’d always been so good at reading Lena, or maybe Lena had always been so bad at hiding things from Kara. Either way, if only it had been vice versa, maybe they’d be on better terms now.

“I don’t want to come back just to watch her die. I’ve already done that too many times in here.”

“If she does die, you’re going to regret not being there.”

The ground underneath them started to crumble and come apart, falling in on itself, and Kara watched it happen with disinterest while Lena just watched Kara. But eventually, finally, Kara seemed to come to a real decision because she carefully took Lena’s hand in hers, and Lena let her.

“… Thank you for coming,” Kara said quietly, barely audible over the world falling apart.

“Thank you for coming back.”

They watched the last of the world collapse around them, swallowing them up in a pitch darkness.

//

Lena jerked awake with a gasp in her corner of the room, but everyone was by Kara, clamoring around her, greeting her with words of worry and such. And Lena just nodded to herself because everything was back to being how it should.

She disengaged the electrodes and pulled the wires off her head, and Brainy appeared by her bedside to help her remove the last of it.

“You were successful,” he said. “I knew you would be. You had the best chances of getting her out of that state, though 67% of the people in this room did think differently. But thank you for bringing her back.”

“I didn’t do a thing,” Lena said honestly. She glanced down at her watch out of habit, and the numbers blurred and made little sense to her weary brain, but it was time to leave. That much was obvious. “It’s late. I should get going.”

“You don’t want to talk to Kara?”

Lena looked over, and just past Nia’s shoulder, she saw Kara staring right at her. “I think she has better things to do tonight,” she said, stepping into her heels, neatly pulling her hair into a tidy bun. “Please give our hero my best, and… keep me apprised of Alex’s condition as well.”

Pausing on her way out, Lena threw back one last glance. Kara was still staring at her. Her mouth was moving and answering questions as they were offered up by the people around her, but her eyes would only meet Lena’s from across the room. Kara half-raised her hand in a subtle gesture, and Lena took the wave for what it was and turned on her heel to leave, refusing to entertain the persistent itch to look back the entire time.

[supercorpkid]

Stronger together.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader, Alex Danvers x Niece!Reader

Word count: 2410.

“Starting today, Superkid doesn’t exist anymore.”

The look you get from everyone is of absolute horror. Like you just told them you decided to become a supervillain and you’re going to destroy planet Earth in thirty seconds.

Funny enough, that’s the amount of time it takes for one of them to be able to say something.

“Wait a second.” Aunt Alex is the first one to react. “You’re telling me that the best superhero in National City is quitting? No offense, Kara.”

“None taken, I agree!” Kara jumps right after. “I thought you loved supering?”

“Yeah…” You shrug. “But I love my life a little bit more, so-”

“Baby, shouldn’t you give more thought to this? We’ll support you no matter what, but this is a huge decision.” Lena adds with a concerned tone. You smile.

“Dear Rao, you guys are turning this into a bigger deal than it is.” You roll your eyes with a reassuring smile. “It’s not like I’ll stop existing. I’ll just be a normal teenage girl from now on. Y’know, like Jamie over here.”

“Yeah, well, but-” It’s not hard, but rendering Kara speechless is always exciting.

“Ok, good talk.” You get out of the living room and Jamie follows you into your room.

“Oh wow.” She throws herself in your bed. “That was so dramatic. Thanks for texting me a heads up, I would be shocked if I had found out like that.”

You smile, dismissing it with your hand. “They’ll get over it. It’s not like I was always a superhero anyway.”

“That’s true!” Jamie agrees with her head for a while. “You did save a bunch of people while you were at it, though.”

You shrug.

“Lena was saved so many times, I wonder if she would still be alive if it weren’t for you.” Jamie adds and you look back at her furrowing your eyebrows.

“Supergirl would have saved her.” You don’t even believe your own words.

“Really? Last time I checked Supergirl was unconscious next to her in the Fortress.”

“Well, I-” You squint your eyes. “Stop it. I know what you’re doing. You want me to quit quitting. Well, it’s not going to work. I won’t quit! Quitting, I mean. I won’t quit quitting.” You growl. “Whatever, just stop it.”

“What are you talking about? I’m not trying to make you quit quitting. Especially because, apparently, you can’t super without almost killing yourself. And I don’t like the feeling of losing you every time.”

“You never actually lost me.”

“Ok, standing beside your bed at the DEO not sure if you’re going to wake up is very close to losing you. I don’t think my brain can make the distinction.” Jamie mumbles and your heart squeezes on your chest. You hug her without saying a word, and she lets out a breath that looks like she was holding it for a while.

“I’m sorry for almost dying several times. I promise that things will be easier now.” You shrug and she agrees with her head.

“At least until the next time your hero complex kicks in.” She jokes and you roll your eyes at her. “But you did save me, so… I don’t know. The idea of you not being a superhero is sort of bittersweet.”

“Yeah.” You sit next to her. “To me too.”

“But we will make do.” She throws her arm around your shoulder, hugging you sideways. “Because we are stronger together.”

“Yes, we are.” You agree with a smile.

It’s late at night when the game downstairs ends and Alex shows up at your door to call Jamie. Before leaving, aunt Alex hugs you tight.

“I’m gonna miss saving the world with you.” Alex says with a smile. “You are much better at that than Kara.”

“HEY!” You hear Kara’s interjection downstairs.

“Stop listening to our private conversation!” Alex yells back at her. She puts her hand on your shoulder. “I’ll step up my game of saving people, in your place.”

“That brings me peace of mind.” You smile, earning a reassuring squeeze on your shoulder.

“I’m here for you. You know that, right? Stronger together.” Aunt Alex asks and you hug her in agreement. “Great. I love you, kiddo. You’re my favorite Luthor-Danvers.”

You both stop talking and wait to hear Kara’s reaction. It doesn’t come.

“I’m shocked she obeyed.” Alex says making her way to the stairs and you wave at her.

“I love you too, aunt Alex.”

“Knock, knock.” You hear on the other side of the door, a little before you go to bed. You smile because Kara is such a dork.

“You know, you can actually knock on the door instead of saying it, right?” You say on the other side and Kara opens the door with the biggest smile on her face.

“HA HA, I didn’t know I had raised such a comedy expert.” She jokes, making her way to where you are on your bed. “How are you, little one?”

“I’m great.” You smile at her, sincerely. You are great. Deciding not to be Superkid just took off the biggest weight you’ve been carrying on your shoulders. You feel lighter.

“You know I completely support you.” Kara says, putting one lock of your hair behind your ear. “Whatever you want to do with your life, I’ll be by your side.”

“Thanks, momma.” You smile at her. “I support you too, in case you want to quit anything.”

She chuckles. “Thank you, that’s very sweet of you.” But her expression turns serious after a few seconds. “Being a superhero is-” She sighs, looking for words. You have a bunch to offer her. Exhausting, emotionally draining, insane, traumatic. “Weird.”

“To say the least.”

“Yeah.” Kara lays her head on your lap, looking at you from down there. “It’s weird to describe it because it’s a mix of things. Sometimes-” She smiles looking excited. “It’s the most thrilling feeling in the universe. When you’re up there, wind blowing in your head, and that powerful feeling that you can do and go anywhere. And sometimes you save someone, and oh man!”

“You feel invincible. Like you can take on the world.” You add, and Kara agrees vividly with her head.

“But sometimes, for the lack of a better word, it just straight up sucks.” Kara crinkles her nose, and you smile at how cute she looks. “Sometimes you feel like, yeah you know, I could die for these people because I love them with all my heart.”

“I know that feeling.”

“And they love you so much too! It just feels worthy, right?” She asks and you agree with your head. ���But sometimes it doesn’t feel like that. It feels the opposite. There were a few times when I was this close to dying, and I kept thinking ‘but why Kara? Why are you leaving everyone you love behind to die for people who don’t even appreciate you?’”

“Why would you?”

“Kid. I-I don’t know.” Kara lets out another chuckle. “You know what it's like. You’re up there, and you know it has to be you because no one else can do what you’re doing. And there’s something inside that just stops us from turning away and letting it all play out how it was supposed to.”

You also know that feeling. That’s how you ended up in outer space in another reality to save people you didn’t even know that well. To save a reality that wasn’t even yours. And you had the chance to turn your back to it, over and over again. Yet, you never took the easy path.

“What I came here to tell you, is that I get it. I get the feeling. I’ve had it a million of times. When I was giving everything to the world, and it kept taking things from me. I thought about giving up so many times it’s ridiculous.” Kara sighs again. You put your hand on her hair, stroking it gently for support. “So, yeah, I understand.”

“But?” You ask with a tiny smile.

“But if you ever want to do it again, I’ll understand and support you too.” She gets up from your lap and kisses your forehead. “And if you ever need to talk to anyone about this superhero stuff, you can always come to me, cause I’m sure I probably felt the same thing once or twice in my life. Ok? We’re stronger together.”

“Ok, momma. Thank you.”

“Momma got you, little one. Always.” She hugs you tight, and you breathe deep, feeling her comfort. “If I’m being honest, I’m sort of excited that I won’t have to go fish you in outer space anymore.”

“Me too.” You chuckle on her chest. “It’s exhausting, almost dying all alone in a pitch-black dark place with no air in your lungs.”

“It sounds like it.” Kara lets go of you and looks at you, adoringly. “I love you so much, you’re my heart.”

“And you’re mine.” You smile, getting another forehead kiss from Kara.

“Ok, go to bed. It’s late.” She moves to the door but stays there watching you for a little bit. “You’re the best kid in the universe, and we’re so lucky to have you.”

“Thanks momma.” You smile, thankful. It’s good to hear that. In normal circumstances this would make you happy. But where you find yourself right now, it’s even better. It’s good to be reassured that you’re understood, and you’re loved no matter what, and that even though you just gave up being a superhero you’re still the best kid for her. Rao, you love Kara so much.

“Hey.” You hear a soft knock on the door. You don’t use your x-ray vision. You don’t have to. Kara just left so it’s obviously not her.

“Come in, mom.” You say and Lena opens the door, softly. She puts her head inside your bedroom and smiles at you.

“Oh, great. I just wanted to check on you, but you’re going to sleep, right?” She asks and you agree with your head. “Great. Good night, babygirl.”

“Mom, can I ask you something?” You ask and Lena goes inside your bedroom, agreeing with her head. “Can you, um, stay a little?”

“Yeah!” Lena agrees excitedly, like that was exactly what she was thinking. She makes her way to the bed next to you, getting under the comforter with you.

“Sorry for being so codependent these days, I just-”

“Stop.” Lena says pulling you closer. “Come hug me.” You toss your arm over her, and she kisses the top of your head. You can’t see her face, but you know she’s smiling. “I’ve been feeling very codependent too. Actually, if you would have me, I would have been sleeping with you since you were five. But I guess you wanted your independence.”

“Not anymore.” You sigh, hugging her tightly. “I’ve missed you.”

“You know, I went to L Corp after what happened. There were pictures of you everywhere.” You can genuinely hear her smile. “I just kept thinking how crazy that was, but how hard I needed it to be true. Your little face. I mean don’t get me wrong, Kara’s face is beautiful, and I really wanted her to be my family too. But you. I wish I could explain the feeling.”

“It’s like-” You start. “Like this feeling that nothing would make sense. And that, yeah, you would have other people you love around you, but that missing piece is so fundamentally meaningful for the bigger picture, for your life, to make sense. Without it, all of it would fall into pieces and fade into a life you wouldn’t want to live.”

Your ear is so glued to Lena’s chest that you can hear her heart skipping a beat, without having to use your super hearing. You lift your head to look at her, and she’s crying silent tears with a smile on her face.

“Was that how you felt without me?” She asks and you nod, biting your lower lip. “Oh, my baby!” She pulls you into the hug again. “My baby.”

Lena just spends a few minutes stroking your hair, gently. It feels so nice you feel yourself dozing off to sleep. But you wouldn’t want to keep her stuck under you, so you fight it.

“Listen-” Lena calls you and you change position so you can look at her. “I know I wasn’t always as supportive as I should’ve been about your supering. It’s not that I don’t appreciate it. I mean, I have to appreciate it more than anyone because you keep saving my life. It’s just, when you’re out there, I get so scared.”

“I know.” You agree softly. “But momma is out there too, and you-”

“Almost die every time she gets just the tiniest scratch. Yeah.” She smiles, and you furrow your eyebrows. “But I sort of, oof, this is hard to say. When I married your momma, I knew who she was, what she does, I knew how saving the world was important for her. I knew I could lose her to it, eventually.” Lena breathes deep, wiping her tears. “But you? I can’t fathom the thought that one day I may lose you. I just-I just can’t.”

“Well, I’m not a hero anymore so you don’t have to worry.” You reassure her, but Lena bites her tongue, definitely not reassured.

“I’ll always worry. And you know why?” Lena asks and you shake your head, disagreeing. “Because you are my baby. And even when you’re forty you’ll still be my baby, and I’ll still be terrified just to think about you not being in my life anymore.”

“What if I get married and have kids and move somewhere else?” You ask and Lena smiles at the thought.

“That will happen! And then-” She whispers to you, so Kara can’t hear her. Which is ridiculous because if Kara is listening, she can hear her breath, let alone her words. “I’ll leave Kara in the middle of the night, and go to your house, kick your wife to another bedroom, and snuggle in with you like we’re doing right now.”

You chuckle at the thought. God, you love Lena so much. “You promise?”

“Of course.” Lena kisses your forehead. “We’re stronger together.”

You smile at her words, and close your eyes again, feeling like you can finally fall asleep. But you still hear, somewhere far away, before you sleep completely, Lena’s voice reassuring you. “I love you, babygirl. All of you. Always.”

Notes:

Hope this count as the fluffiest of fluffs @lonelydiary cause I thought they were so sweet here 💙

[thatsjustsupergirl]

Personally, I don’t think the Danvers sisters content was that bad; it just needed room to breathe. I think the show is scratching at an interesting final character arc for Kara, but isn’t dedicating the time it needs. There’s something really interesting at the heart of that debate, where Kara is stuck on how things had to be for her (maybe even jealous of Esme) and Alex is saying things don’t have to be that way for Esme, which is ironic coming from Alex, but the show didn’t give it enough time, particularly when there’s been so little sister content this season. I guess what I’m saying is that, if they had built this argument up over a few episodes and given it a more defined, positive resolution, I think it would have worked better, but I’m not opposed to it on principle. On a different note, I know she’s somewhat inexplicably popular with the fandom right now, but I do totally agree that friging William for Andrea was a crap move.

so, first: i agree with you that the pacing has been uneven and that’s part of the problem. second: i have wanted the show to explore Alex’s biases and prejudices against aliens since they brought it up in Season 2. because she has some! just like she had some biases she was oblivious to when it came to Kelly!

but instead we got this episode, which,,,,, pulled some White Gayze nonsense and textually supported Alex even though her opinion was, objectively, wrong— and then left no hint that they’re going to revisit this conflict in the remaining episodes.

and that’s a problem, because i have been wondering since we saw Kara’s courage gauntlet if confronting Alex was part of the emotional price that she wouldn’t push herself to pay. (especially since Nyxly’s was also about her sibling and feeling betrayed!)

beyond that, their fight was a shoddily-contrived conflict that existed to set up Kara ~learning a lesson about herself~ in the finale without giving Kara any emotional voice at all, again.

Alex literally asked for Kara’s help with Esme’s powers two episodes ago because she was so afraid this kid would hurt herself, or others.* Alex deferred to Kara’s intervention when she was overanxious with Esme when they brought her home. like, the time gap between episodes this season is shorter than it is in a normal year, not longer. It’s been, at best, two weeks since those interactions. there is no reason for Kara to think her help is no longer wanted.

(*note: they didn’t even leverage the fact that Alex’s immediate family contains the two most powerful aliens on planet Earth and if Esme is constantly at risk of harm because she copies powers then Alex can’t even safely spend time with her own family.)

not only that, not once has Alex been the person to talk about her family’s experiences as a mixed race/species family. Kelly’s brought it up. Kara’s brought it up. Alex is like “oh, right” every time. her blind spot here is so huge she didn’t even tell Esme that Kara was an alien when she first introduced them, despite knowing their powers could clash in a scary or dangerous way!

so, for the show to present Alex as right in saying she’s suddenly the expert because she watched Kara’s life from the outside, while actively contributing to Kara’s sense of isolation, is a problem. her claim that things are Better— a stance she pointedly has not agreed with whenever Kara’s tried to advocate for owning her identity in the past five seasons— is played as certainty, rather than her maybe reflecting on her own hand in making her sister feel conflicted about who she is. and then we have Alex toss out her identity as a lesbian in a false equivalence argument that white gays frequently used to shut down BAME voices in real life regarding discrimination? and that’s also played like an untouchable truth? screw that. especially since Alex and Kelly had a whole giant conversation about her prejudices like,,,,, a month ago, in show time.

the most infuriating part, to me, is that if they’d played it like Alex’s end of this conflict was her anxiety/perfectionism struggle and her fear that Kara is just. inherently better than her at things or better-suited to this part of raising her child than she is, then that would have felt interesting and character-true. instead it just felt like some insecure person in the writers’ room wanted to soapbox about being judged for their parenting, and like they as a group learned absolutely nothing from their diversity intervention five episodes ago.

so, yes, i’m absolutely gonna judge these messages about parenting, because this show was actively praised for years for doing a really, really good job at depicting the challenges and nuances of adoptive and blended families … and there is none of that in Season 6. everybody loves everybody and after one episode there are magically no struggles with trauma and reluctance to trust. Alex is shouting about being The Mom even though she’s known this kid for five minutes and it’s not guaranteed that they’ll get to keep her yet. there’s not even any narrative urgency about this pointless child endangerment plot jeopardizing Alex’s adoption plans even though 6x08-6x12 focused on discrimination and how the system is stacked against minorities. (and, you know, there’s her whole arc in season three about stepping back from dangerous work because it inherently conflicts with her parenting wants/needs.) and, worst of all, #StrongerTogether is nowhere to be found within this conflict, not even as subtext.

anyway, i do not see envy from Kara here. she framed her advice as “hey, this is what our parents did for me, and for as much as i chafed at it as a teenager, it was genuinely helpful in the long run” in response to an emotional kinship she felt with Esme. because she was trying to help navigate the challenging powers, like she’d been asked to. also, she wasn’t saying that Esme should hide or be ashamed of herself. she was just saying that giving her a life vest would be better than throwing her headfirst into the pool and hoping she’ll swim.

tl;dr i was really excited for all the pieces of this storyline to come together because it should have been deeply rooted in who Alex and Kara are individually and together, and should have been reinforcing the family story that was the heart of this show, and instead it’s been given all the depth of someone crossing items off a grocery list.

[wizardofahz]

All in the Family

A/N: I have now watched about a season and a half of Black Lightning, which means it’s fanfic crossover with Supergirl time. This is set during the first halves of Supergirl season 4 and Black Lightning season 2.

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Lynn follows Colonel Haley deeper into DEO headquarters.

She fights back a grimace thinking about the reason why she’s here: the autopsy of an alien empath with mind control powers. The ASA had gotten wind of the DEO's impending autopsy, and with a shared interest in controlling aliens and metahumans, the two agencies had agreed upon having Lynn and a DEO counterpart perform it together.

No one asked Lynn if she is willing or not. As their neurology expert, the ASA simply sent her across the country with orders. But then again, it seems she agrees with very little that her work demands of her these days.

“Director Danvers,” Colonel Haley calls out.

Lynn braces herself to meet this DEO director, imagining someone as unsettling as Agent Odell. Instead, she encounters a familiar face. “Alex?”

When Director Danvers had been mentioned to her, Lynn never imagined it would be one of the Danvers family she knows. She thought Alex worked for the FBI. 

Alex looks equally surprised to see her. “Lynn?” Her gaze flits to Colonel Haley then back. “Oh, you’re the ASA neurologist?”

“I-- You’re DEO. Does Liz know about this?” Lynn asks.

Alex is an adult of course, free to pursue any line of work she chooses, but Lynn is still newly grappling with being blindsided by the fact that her own daughter discovered she has superpowers and started using them in secret. She wonders if Eliza is in for a similar rude awakening.

“Mom knows.”

“Why does your mother know about a clandestine organization?” Haley cuts in, clearly unhappy with this potential security breach.

Alex shrugs off her concern. “My mom knew about it before I did. My dad used to work here.” 

And the surprises just keep on coming. “Jeremiah worked here?”

Concerns allayed, Colonel Haley steers the conversation to the reason Lynn is here. Alex confirms that the DEO coroner is already making the appropriate preparations and that Alex herself will go over the results with them personally when they’re done.

“Alex,” a new voice says.

No. Not a new voice. A familiar voice, one that means Kara works here too.

But not how Lynn anticipates.

Because Kara is not walking in clad entirely in black. Oh, no. Her outfit is blue, red, and yellow because she’s not a DEO agent. She’s Supergirl.

Both Danvers sisters’ eyes widen at the recognition dawning on Lynn’s face. Alex shakes her head subtly, mouthing, “Don’t.”

Lynn physically has to swallow her surprise. Luckily Haley’s disapproving attention is focused on Supergirl. 

“Hi, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Supergirl,” Kara says, sticking out a hand. As if Supergirl needs an introduction.

Lynn reciprocates and is relieved her steady voice gives nothing away.

They have so much to talk about.

...

Lynn hands Eliza a cup of tea.

Eliza looks up from her laptop with a smile. “Thank you.”

The cup of tea is the least Lynn can do.

The two of them are in Lynn’s kitchen, away from her family that she doesn’t want to worry. Lynn hasn’t told them about Dr. Jace. Dr. Jace who claims she is always doing science. Dr. Jace with her disregard for human life. The morbid curiosity with which she regarded this potential family of metahumans.

No. Not a potential family. An actual family. Lynn’s family.

To dispel any possible leads back to her family, Lynn would need more than Genetics 101 as Dr. Jace had called it. But Lynn’s specialty is neuroscience, not genetics, so she called Eliza Danvers for help.

Eliza’s reaction to learning about Lynn’s family of metahumans had been little more than a sympathetic but dry and amused, “You too, huh?” before saying of course she’d come help. Perhaps, she--more than anyone else--knows the necessity of secrets.

Knowing now what she does about Jeremiah, Lynn wonders if Eliza will say something about working for the ASA, a warning perhaps. At least with Alex and her former mentor at the helm, the DEO seems to be evolving for the better. She can’t say the same about the ASA.

Instead Eliza asks, “How are your girls adapting to their powers?”

Lynn appreciates the much easier topic. She responds, “Anissa took to them like a fish to water. She was already trying to use her powers to fight crime before I even knew she had them. Jen is kind of the opposite, but she’s more powerful than Jeff and Anissa. She’s been having trouble controlling her powers. Anissa even found her floating in her sleep.”

“Oh, I know that feeling,” Eliza says with a chuckle. “When Kara first arrived on Earth, Jeremiah and I figured we should power-proof the house somehow, but what could we do? Things like covering the outlets seemed pointless when Kara can fly right through them.” She chuckles again. “And we thought baby-proofing for Alex was hard.”

Lynn laughs along with her. “Well if you have any tips, I’m all ears.” Then she sobers. “I can’t tell you what a relief this is, talking to someone who understands.”

Eliza reaches out, laying a comforting hand on her own. “Me too.”

Then Eliza takes another look at her laptop and says the magic words, “I think I know how to fix this.”

[lesbianmarrow]

this writer is claiming that out of kara’s 3 identities (kara danvers, kara zor-el, and supergirl), kara zor-el is her “true persona.” and not even trying to argue it just taking it as fact. which i feel misses a very key point about superheroes and immigrant identity and all that but is also particularly funny to me bc she’s also using judith butler to support her paper and well i’m no gender studies expert but i’m pretty sure butler is against the idea of a true innate identity????

[nieladasdenani]

Supercorp where kara hints that she loves when Lena waers suits and continuously tries to be sneaky in getting her to wear them. I think it would be adorable if it was set before they are dating but honestly do whatever you think is better😇😇❤️❤️❤️❤️

Hi, Anon! Thank you for the prompt! I hope you enjoy it! (You can read it on AO3 if you prefer)

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“You’re wearing a dress”.

It’s not a question, but a statement that comes out of Kara’s disappointed? outraged? mouth. So Lena frowns down at her very sexy, very expensive designer dress.

“Yes?”

“Huh”

“What...” the fuck? 

Lena looks down again. And, she’s sorry, but she actually looks pretty damn good in this dress. She spent the better part of her before-bed-routine thinking about what she would wear today. And she specifically selected this dress because of how well it hugs her figure and because of the color. Because Kara, herself, has told Lena time and again how good she looks in this color. How pretty her eyes shine next to it. So, yes, what the fuck?

“Nothing just... Nothing. You look gorgeous!” But Kara is frowning. No, pouting. And Lena knows she’s not an expert on Kryptonian culture or social etiquette. But she knows this Kryptonian very well. And Kara is upset because Lena is wearing this dress.

“I could change?...” With no superpowers, Lena just saw a flash of hope in Kara’s eyes. She’s sure of it. Before:

“No! No? No, no. Lena, you look amazing. I’m sorry. I guess I’m just tired”

“Are you all right?” Now she’s worried. Maybe Supergirl had some sort of top-secret mission.

“No. Yes, I’m fine. Just... It’s nothing. Promise.” And, finally, she smiles a genuine smile. A Lena smile. One that Lena can’t help but return, despite being a bit confused about her friend's behavior.

“Very well. Shall we?”

“Of course!”

And off they go. They’ll be joining the rest of the group at the new and improved alien bar. M’gann’s alien bar. It’s a sort of inauguration, but a more private one, before the grand opening they’re planning for next week. Lena is delighted that her dark chapter with Kara is in the past. They both worked really hard to mend their relationship and themselves. Years of traumas definitely influenced the terrible outcome. But neither could avoid their responsibility nor blame it all on their respective pasts. Therapy and hard work from them both have not only reanimated their friendship, but Lena would dare say it’s better than ever. They are better than ever, So much so that Lena is hopeful for more. She’ knows Kara feels the same. But they’re cautious of not rushing into anything.

It’s why she thought so hard on her outfit for the celebration tonight. She’s supposed to be wooing Kara and instead she, apparently, disappointed.

“Do you think I’m overdressed?” Lena asks, just to try and see if she can figure out what the deal is. Because Kara herself is looking very fine in her own dress. Her lovely hair curled up in a simple but fancy bun, exposing her strong neck, which makes Lena wish she was a vampire, so she could sink her teeth in it.

“What? No! Lena! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude before. You look beautiful and perfect, as usual.” At Lena’s raising eyebrow she keeps going, a tad nervous. “I just thought you, uh, would maybe wear a suit? I mean, you, ah, you said they’re more comfortable, and I want you to be comfortable. Because it’s a celebration between friends! So you should be as comfy as possible, right?” And she lets out that adorable nervous little giggle she does, that never fails to make Lena smirk (or smile... or melt)

“Huh. Well, I didn’t even think about a suit for the occasion. I usually wear them for business. You know, intimidating CEO and all.” Lena teases, hoping to lighten the mood and move on but, oh. Kara is blushing?

“Yeah” Is a breath more than speech. And Lena’s brain is working at a speed that would leave Barry behind. But they’re here. They have arrived at the bar, and she has to let it go. For now. The best thing about M’gann’s bar is that it serves alien alcohol. Which was exciting before. But now? Now she’s eager to get in and let a couple of hours pass.

A couple of hours had passed and Kara is wonderfully tipsy. Most of them are, actually. But Lena had a new goal in mind for the night, so she refrained from consuming too much, or too fast. She’s watching Kara like a hawk because she doesn’t want the alien to get drunk. Her blue eyes are just barely glassed, her cheeks tinted the prettiest pink, and she can’t seem to be able to stop smiling. Or giggling.

They have sung, they have danced, laughed, and eaten. Now, Lena knows, they’re close to ending the night. They have spread in little groups, conversing. So she waits for the moment Nia leaves Kara to go in search of Brainy to sit next to her.

“Hello, darling.”

“Lena!” Kara beams at her. Lena wants to kiss her.

“Enjoying yourself?” Kara nods and lets her eyes roam over Lena’s whole body. “Enjoying the view?” She tries, because, why not?

“Yeah”

“I thought you didn’t like this outfit”

“What? No! I love it! You look so pretty!”

“Huh. I don’t know. You seemed disappointed I didn’t wear a suit?”

“Yeah.” Kara exhales and looks down at Lena’s body again. “You look so sexy in your suits”

“Is that so?”

“Uh-huh. So badass. And sexy. Did I mention how sexy you look in your suits?”

“You did” Lena's smile is so big she’s worried she might dislocate her jaw. “I wish I knew before how much you wanted to see me in them.”

“Why?”

“Eyes up here, Supergirl.”

“Uh... sorry”

“See? You can’t see my breasts as well in a three-piece suit.”

“So much sexy”

“The dress or the suit?”

“The suit! Always the suit, Lena. So sexy”

“God I want to kiss you” And, oh, Lena did not want to say that out loud. At least not here or now. But now Kara is looking her in the eye. Her smile is so bright, it could probably recharge her Kryptonian cells.

“Yeah?” At Lena’s nod, she confesses: “I want to kiss you, too. I want to kiss you all the time. Especially when you’re wearing a suit.”

And that’s it. Lena takes Kara’s face in her hands as if she’s made of glass instead of being one of the most powerful creatures on Earth, and kisses her senseless. Or she would if it weren’t for a pointed clearing of a throat, right behind her.

“Come on, Luthor! Really? You’re going to kiss my little sister on a bar for the first time?” And Lena leans back, not letting go of Kara’s face, closing her eyes to savor the fact that she kissed her. She did. And it was all she ever thought it would be. But better. So Alex’s purposed dig is not going to ruin this for her. Kara, however...

“Alex! Go away! Don’t you have a girlfriend to kiss yourself?”

“Oh, you think I’m not going to take the chance to annoy you guys on your first kiss? What kind of big sister do you take me for?” And Lena chances a look at Alex over her shoulder because she doesn’t sound drunk at all. Not even tipsy. And Lena’s glare softens when she thinks of Kara worrying over her sister's drinking problem. Thinks of how much Alex has worked on her own issues. And of how much the fact that both Danvers sisters had worked so hard on themselves has made their bond all the stronger.

“The best sister!” Kara says, solemn, not a hint of tease in her voice. And then is Alex softening. And Lena is so grateful that Kara has this. That she worked on fixing things with Alex, too. Because she could not get in between these two. 

“Come on, you dorks. We’re all leaving.”

And yes, there’s only the three of them inside. The place looks kind of tidy. Which, when did that happen? So, they gather their things and get outside with the rest. 

“You’ll take her?” Alex asks Lena once they have all shared good-bye hugs. And Lena turns to see Kara squishing M’Gann, again. Smiles:

“Always”.

[queercapwriting]

Everybody in superfam conspiring to get Kara and Lena under the mistletoe but failing miserably and giving up only for Kara and Lena to land there by chance during their Christmakkuh Holiday party. Love u, cap! Happy Holigays!

J’onn tried to gently encourage Kara and Lena to walk with him, but just slightly ahead of him, while he was giving them a mission brief.

Kara wound up absent-mindedly flying while walking and conking her head on the mistletoe instead of winding up underneath it next to Lena.

“Nice try, papa bear,” Winn clapped him on the back. “But let the experts take it from here.”

He designed three prototype mistletoe-shooting guns for Maggie, Alex, and James. The next time Kara and Lena were in the field together, with Kara hovering over Lena to protect her while she diffused a bomb or something - which, to be real, happened way more often than it should - they could just shoot some mistletoe up above them.

“It’s adaptable, and will latch onto pretty much every surface.”

In his eagerness, Winn forgot that part of its adaptability was that that it functioned as an invasive species. He, James, Maggie, and Alex spent untold hours undoing the damage they’d done. 

(”But really, it gave us all some time together time, didn’t it?”)

Maggie asked M’gann to string some mistletoe above the booth where Kara and Lena sat every weekend after brunch.

It was the one week when Brian happened to already be sitting there when they got there.

Vasquez offered to pilot a remote control helicopter with some mistletoe attached to constantly hover over Lena’s head whenever she was in proximity to Kara.

Kara flew right into the damn thing on the first attempt.

James had to physically hold Alex back from draping Kara’s entire apartment ceiling in the stuff after Lena mentioned she was going over to Kara’s for dinner that night.

By the DEO’s Christmakkuh party, they all felt like they were coming off of a war that they’d all, very distinctly, lost. 

So none of them were quite sure if they were thrilled or infuriated when they saw Kara trip over the potsticker station J’onn had brought in just for her. Lena, all red dress and perfect reflexes, caught her just as a sprig of holly from the table soared above their heads.

“Does that count as mistletoe?” They heard Lena ask. “Because if it does, I. I wouldn’t mind kissing you, Kara Danvers.”

“It most certainly does NOT count!” Winn shouted. “But um. Yes, you should kiss her anyway. Assuming she wants you to kiss her, which, I mean, Kara, we all know you do - or, they’re ignoring me and kissing each other now. Oh, they’re really kissing each other now. I’m going to stop narrating.”

“So I guess we... win?”

“Was it... a competition?”

“Was my little sister finally getting together with the love of her life a competition for her family to win? Pfft, yes, of course it was. And we did, we definitely won.”

“Holly is NOT mistletoe.”

“Are they kissing?”

“Very much so.”

“Then did we win?”

“On a technicality, maybe.”

“Exactly. Merry Chanukah.”

“Happy Christmas.”

[stranger-who-writes-fiction]

i don't know what to be without you around

Fandom: Supergirl Rating: K Pairings: None A/N: I fully intended for this to just be a goofy headcanon and then WHOOPS it turned into Danvers Sisters feelings. (Not k*lex. If I see it tagged as such, ya get BLOCKED.) Short. 99% fluff. Probably contains spelling errors. You’ve been warned. 

...

Then

Occasionally, Alex would regret all the time and effort she'd wasted focusing on the downsides of having been thrust into elder sibling-dom. Because while, yes, a lot of the changes that occurred in the Danvers household upon Kara's arrival were...not great...there were definitely some perks to having a sister.

Like the simple satisfaction of a perfectly timed, “Shotgun!” victory.

“What?” Kara protested, her yawn undercutting her indignation. “You can't call shotgun yet, we don't leave for another hour.”

“You snooze you lose,” Alex told her, giving her a pointed look as she yawned again. “Literally.”

Kara rolled her eyes and returned to stuffing pairs of t-shirts and shorts into her duffle bag. Alex did the same, surveying her own bag to see if she'd missed anything. Bug spray, maybe?

She turned to head out into the hall, but Kara stood in her path, wearing a sly smile.

Alex didn't like the look of it. Not one bit.

“What's with the face?” she asked, attempting to sidestep around her younger sister. Kara easily blocked her, and crossed her arms.

“Okay, you get shotgun,” she said. Alex blinked.

“Uh, yeah. I know. I called it.”

“Which means,” Kara continued, complete with dramatic pause for full effect, but Alex already knew what was coming. The second half of the rule...how could she have forgotten. How could she have been so foolish. “I get to pick the music.”

Alex groaned in dismay.

“Kara, no.”

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It would take them four hours to get to the Tuolumne Meadows campground. Alex sighed, and rested her head against the passenger-side window. That meant four rounds of Fearless, though it was more likely that Kara would just play the same five or six songs she'd been listening to on repeat ever since she bought the album.

“Can't we listen to something else? Please?” Alex begged.

Kara smirked, and turned the volume up.

But of course, her mom immediately turned it back down, giving Kara a stern look in the rearview mirror.

“Kara,” she said in a tone that suggested, knock it off.

Kara quickly cowed, retreating further into the safety of the backseat. “Sorry, Eliza.”

“Great,” Alex said, sitting up straighter in her seat. “Now get her to play something else.”

“Alex, just listen to your iPod, if you don't like Kara's music,” her mom suggested. Alex sank back into the seat.

“...It's not charged.” There was a snort from the backseat. Alex glared into the rearview mirror. “Because someone lost their chord and was hogging mine this morning.”

Kara shrugged, and smirked that same insufferable smirk.

“You snooze you lose.”

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Four hours and what felt like a billion playthroughs of “Forever and Always” later, they arrived at the campsite, the interminable car ride almost instantly forgotten as the rocky banks of the river came into view. Alex had been here before, years ago on a father-daughter camping trip, but it was Kara's first time. As they filed out of the car and began to pull duffle bags and ice chests from the trunk, she turned to gaze out at the trees, taking a deep, calming breath.

Alex joined her, and gave her shoulder a good natured nudge. “It's nice, huh?”

“Yeah,” Kara agreed. “It's...a softer kind of noisy, than Midvale,” she explained with a happy sigh. And then, after a moment, she said, “...Sorry for being a jerk, in the car.”

“It's fine,” Alex shrugged. “Here, grab the tent.” Kara lifted the gear with ease, and followed Alex over to a level patch of dirt. “I just don't get how you can listen to the same, like, five songs.” She gestured for Kara to dump out the contents of the tent.

“No super speed, Kara!” Eliza called from the car. “You'll kick up too much dust!”

“Okay!” Kara called back as Alex began sorting the pieces. Kara stooped to help her. “They're good songs. You listen to your favorites a lot.” And Alex had to pause and silently admit, that was true. 

“Yeah, but not over and over,” Alex finally said. “I'd get tired of them.” Which was also true. She remembered liking that Fray song, once upon a time, but now, it just annoyed her, any time it played on the radio.

Kara shook her head at Alex’s remark. “I don’t. There's something new, every time.”

Alex glanced over at her, ready with a retort—how could there be anything new in Taylor Swift songs? Weren't they all just...basically the same thing? First dates at fifteen, feeling fearless in the rain at 2AM?

But Kara's eyes were bright behind her glasses as she enthusiastically went on. “Like, sometimes, I'll just listen to the rhythm, or the vocals, or I'll pick out my favorite sounds, and it makes the whole song brand new again.”

Alex narrowed her eyes. “So...it's an alien ears thing, or...?”

Kara considered the question as they continued to put the tent together—they'd located all the poles and stakes, and were maneuvering the tarps into place. “...Maybe?” She said.

Alex kept working on the tent, waiting for Kara to continue, perhaps offer some sort of additional explanation. When she didn’t, Alex looked up to see that Kara’s eyes were on the tree canopy overhead. Her expression was neutral, but Alex had come to recognize that particular look.

She was listening.

To what, Alex didn't know.

“Yeah,” she said after a time. “Yeah, I think it is an alien ears thing.” She smiled. “I like the way guitars sound.”

Alex might've teased her about that, if Kara hadn't sounded so achingly sincere. Did they have guitars, on Krypton? Alex couldn’t remember Kara saying anything about music from her home world. Alex knew it probably wasn’t the case, but she imagined it being a lot of...synth-y sci-fi stuff.

She considered asking Kara about it, but decided against it--sometimes, Kara would get...weird, about such topics, and they were having a nice time. Alex didn’t want to ruin it. 

So instead, she feigned offense. “Well, if you like guitars, I don't see why you don't like my music.”

Kara emphatically shook her head.

“Your music is loud.”

Alex started feeding one of the poles through the tent material. “Um, yes? That's the best part?”

“Yeah, no thanks,” Kara chuckled as she hammered a stake in place. The repeated the process at each corner, and soon enough, the tent was upright, and ready for them to store their gear inside. “It's loud and it's so emo.” 

Alex snorted, heading for their pile of backpacks and duffle bags.

“Okay, Miss 'Romeo save me I've been feeling so alone'.”

FWUMP.

A sleeping bag collided with Alex's right arm.

“That song is great!” Kara insisted, already reaching for more ammo with a wide smile.

“That's not even how the play goes!” Alex teased her. “Right? Aren't you like, the Romeo and Juliet expert?”

FWUMP. The second sleeping bag hit home, but Alex didn't care. She was having fun.

“That's not the point, and you know it!”

“See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns, see you make your way through the crowd--” Alex thought she was safe, as there were no more sleeping bags.

But Kara had found their pillows.

FWUMP. FWUMP.

She laughed again, careful not to let the pillows fall in the dirt. And she was just about ready to give Kara a taste of her own medicine, when she saw that sly smile once more.

Oh, no.

“Hey, Alex, if you hate the song so much,” Kara said with a knowing look, “how come you know all the words?”

Well, shoot.

“...Cause...you play it all the time. Obviously.”

“And you’ve listened close enough each time to learn all the lyrics?”

Alex scowled. “...I mean. It’s...it’s kind of catchy, I guess.”

Kara beamed.

“Ha! I knew—”

Alex hurled both pillows at her.

FWUMP!

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Now

Alex lets out a relieved sigh.

Kara is back.

Kara is safe.

Kara appears to be whole and...mostly healthy. Her sodium levels are low enough to give Alex some pause, and her right leg shows signs of muscle strain, but otherwise...

“Can I go home now?” Kara's voice is raspy from fatigue. Alex shakes her head.

“Not yet,” she says. “Sodium has to be administered slowly. It's gonna take a while.”

Alex expects some sort of pushback, or protest, but Kara just offers a small hum of understanding. She really is tired, Alex realizes.

“But hey, good news,” Alex adds with forced brightness, “you do get to eat in about,” she consults her watch, “fifteen minutes, or so. Anything you want. Me and Kelly are buying.”

This earns a groggy grin from Kara, and Alex stores the image in her mind, filed under 'reassurances that Kara is still Kara, even after...everything.'

“A dangerous offer,” Kara jokes. 

“Well. It...would not be the first time we bought a mountain of food, to welcome you home,” she admits. Kara shoots her a sad, questioning look, but Alex pointedly ignores it. “So. What'll it be? Pick your poison.”

Her sister's brow furrows in thought. “Um. I guess...whatever will get here fastest?” she suggests. “I'm starving.”

“Ah. We all had a feeling you might be, so,” Alex scoots her stool across the room and extracts a plastic bag from under one of the lab tables. “Snack run,” she says, revealing the spoils with a flourish. Kara laughs outright. It's soft, but it's the strongest she's sounded since returning from the Phantom Zone.

“Thank you,” she says. But Alex taps her watch.

“Still have eight minutes to go,” she reminds her. Kara nods obediently, though she's already sifting through the bag.

“I assume the apples and olives are from Brainy,” she says.

“He swears by that combo,” Alex tells her. “Don't worry, I'm pretty sure J'onn put some actual sustenance in there. You know. Red Vines. Pretzels. The good stuff.”

“...What's this?” Kara asks, and Alex wonders if Brainy perhaps added other questionable food combinations, but the item Kara pulls from the bag isn't one of the snacks.

“Oh.” Alex rubs her arm, a little self consciously. She forgot she left that in there. “That's just...” She pauses. “...I saw that. While you were...” Alex tries to think of a good word for it, but there isn’t one. “...away. I guess I thought...that if I got it. It...was like a promise. That we'd find you. And I'd give it to you.”

The logic doesn't seem quite as sound, as she says it out loud. Regardless, it dredges up memories of awful days marked only by failure, frustration, and fear that they'd never find Kara.

She shakes her head, clearing the thoughts away, and continues in a lighter tone. “Because obviously, pot stickers would go bad, so. This seemed...less wasteful.”

Kara nods, still staring at the shrink-wrapped copy of Fearless (Taylor's Version). A wistful sort of look tugs at her features.

“I haven't listened to these songs in years,” she says.

And Alex can't pass up the opportunity to tease her. “Yes. It's been nice.”

Kara rolls her eyes, but she's still smiling. “It's a good album and you know it,” she says. She sets it aside and yawns. Alex notices that she's looking a little worn out, and she doesn't appear interested in the food anymore.

“You want to rest, while I order the food?”

“...Yeah,” Kara decides. Alex stands to collect the snacks and put them back on the lab table. Kara inclines her heard towards the CD. “Did J'onn put a stereo down here?” Alex gives her a look. “Wait. Of course he did.”

Alex takes the hint and grabs the CD, pulling off the wrapper before heading out onto the main floor. The mismatched selection of furniture is currently off to the side, having been cleared away for one of Nia's training sessions. Alex finds the stereo next to one of the lamps.

When Alex returns to the med bay, Kara's already nearly asleep, her breathing slow and steady.

Alex checks on one of the computers—everything is holding steady, and Kara's responding well to the sodium. She should be able to go home tonight.

It makes Alex sigh in relief once more.

Kara's safe.

Kara's healthy.

Kara's home.

Alex places the CD into the open tray. Checks the track list, turns it to one of the softer songs, and lets it play.

Kara smiles as the opening chords drift through the speakers.

“I like the guitar,” she says quietly.

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NOTES: - Brought to you by the release of Fearless (Taylor’s Version) and the realization that the original album would’ve dropped at the perfect time for young, impressionable Kara to become a huge fan. - Title pulled from “Breathe” because WATCH ME repurpose select lyrics from love songs for platonic/familial relationships. - I want to say that Kara and Alex went to a MCR concert together...or maybe mentioned MCR? In the tie-in comic? I forget. This isn’t really crucial to the story, I just think it’s a fun aside.  - Apparently it’s National Siblings Day so...yay for good timing? XD 

[spaceman-earthgirl]

Supercorptober Day 2: Baking

Kara and Lena's morning together after the first time they sleep together.

Excerpt:

“What are you doing?” Lena asks, as a warm body presses against her back, strong arms wrapping around her waist.

Kara rests her chin on Lena’s shoulder. “Nothing.”

“Nothing is right, you haven’t helped me with this cake at all,” Lena teases.

“You definitely don’t want my help, ask Alex, I’m an expert at ruining baking.”

Kara’s words are punctuated by a kiss to her cheek, and Lena almost misses it, her mind caught on the fact that they can do this now, touch casually, kiss casually, too busy being completely and totally happy, but she sees it, as Kara’s hand darts out and her finger swipes through the cake mixture Lena is currently stirring.

“Kara Danvers!” Lena chastises, as the firm body leaves her back, Lena spinning to catch Kara with her finger in her mouth, licking off the cake batter.

“What?” Kara grins.

“Did you just hug me so you could sneak the cake mixture?”

“No,” Kara says, stepping forwards, into Lena’s space again. “I hugged you because you look really good in my clothes and I missed your hugs, the cake batter was a bonus.”

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[supercorpkid]

Driving Lessons

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader, Alex Danvers x niece!Reader.

Word count: 1395.

You don’t even know how you got here. Well, you do. But you don’t really understand why. It sounded like a bad idea ever since day one, but you insisted on it. Rao, if you had a penny for every bad idea you ever had, you would probably be richer than Lena by now.

Jamie is in the front seat. Alex is teaching you both how to drive. You and Jamie have been talking about this for weeks, and really really annoying your parents on the process. You asked Lena to teach you (let’s just say no one thinks driving is Kara’s best suit), but your mom has been busy all week, and on weekends things just kept coming. When you finally realized it would take months for Lena to teach you, you asked to join Jamie’s driving lessons with aunt Alex.

Alex’s already teaching Jamie, and Kelly’s big old ugly mommy van is perfect for lessons. Well, much better than Lena’s BMW, for sure.

Jamie’s already pretty good at it and it’s only her third lesson, which makes you even more anxious. A few lefts and rights and it’s your turn. You don’t even know why you’re so nervous, you know how to fly!

“Ok kid.” Alex starts. “Left breaks, right speeds up. Put the stick on D, and hit the right.”

“hmkay…” It’s easy. D, press the right pedal. The car jumps forward and you get desperate and cover your face dropping the pedal taking your foot away from them.

“Number one.” Aunt Alex says touching your arm. “Never cover your face.”

“Right. For sure.” You look at her. She already changed the stick back to P.

“Number two, just go slow. No need to rush. Press it lightly.” She points at the stick again. “Go on.”

You do it again. D, press the right pedal slowly. The car moves a little and you celebrate like you’ve hit a homerun.

“Ok, great. Now press it a little more. NOT all the way ok?” She punctuates the not, so you just add a little more. “Kid, a little more, we’re at 5 here.”

“Right. What’s the number we’re going for?”

“How about 30?”

“THIRTY?” Your eyes pop out. “How about 15?” You ask, making both Alex and Jamie chuckle.

“Come on, we haven’t even left this street yet.” Jamie complains in the back and you roll your eyes. Just because she had two more classes, she thinks she’s some expert.

“Hey.” You hear on your left and you jump on your seat. When you look to the other side you see Kara. “What’s going on? Why are you going so slow?”

“Momma, what are you doing here?” You ask. The car keeps moving very slow, painfully slow, and Kara is just walking next to it.

“I’ve been flying behind the car for a while. Just wanna make sure you would be safe.” Kara says with a smile, and you don’t know why but that stresses you a lot.

“I’m safe!” You yell annoyed.

“A little too safe.” Alex adds and you roll your eyes again. Rao, why does everyone want you to be fast and furious in your first class?

“Momma, you’re not helping. Please fly back home.” She huffs, but flies away. She thinks she can trick you, but you still can feel her watching you from afar. You also can hear Jamie’s muffled laugh in the back. And you can see your aunt is not exactly angry, but she sure looks annoyed.

You thought driving Kelly’s car would be better, but you were wrong. Yes, it’s an ugly minivan, but it’s your aunt’s car, not your mom’s. If you mess something up, you won’t forgive yourself. You put the car in P. Alex looks at you confused and you just open the door and get out.

“I quit. Can’t drive. Don’t need to drive. I can f*cking fly for f*cks sake!” And you do. You fly away leaving Jamie and Alex in the car. When you look down you realize you probably didn’t even drive 10 miles. You’re an embarrassment.

You fly home and Kara’s not there. Which is great because you know she was watching the whole thing and you cursed a bunch, both mentally and out loud.

“Hey babygirl.” Lena walks in home almost the same time Kara flies in through the window. “Honey.”

“Hey, love.” Your moms kiss and you look away from it. They are always very affectionate with each other, but today you don’t want to watch that.

“How was the driving lesson with Alex?” Lena asks and before you can even answer, Kara does it for you.

“She quit driving because she can f*cking fly.” Kara raises an eyebrow at you and soon Lena does the same.

“I did not quit driving.” You get up annoyed. “I quit driving a momvan with aunt Alex, but I would still very much like if you could teach me.”

Your moms just look at each other for a few seconds. They don’t have to talk to communicate, and you know that. So, you just wait in silence until they figure out what to do.

“Ok, baby. We’ll go driving on the weekend.” Lena agrees and you beam.

“And you’re not going to follow us, right?” You look at Kara and she pouts crossing her arms.

“I’m never invited to anything.” She pretends to be annoyed, making you and Lena smile. “Fine. I won’t watch. And you won’t curse.”

“I’m sorry?” You put on my best smile and she furrows her brows.

“Yeah right.”

So, Sunday comes along. You and Lena drive to the middle of nowhere just to be safe, even though you know you’ll drive at like 10 miles an hour, or maybe less. You trade places with her and sit on the driver’s seat feeling the car under you. You don’t mean to humiliate Kelly’s car, but man, you’re not even a driver yet and you already know this car will be much better.

“Hey.” Before you can do anything, Lena touches your hand. “You don’t have to be nervous. It’s just you and me in the middle of nowhere. If we scream your momma will be here in less than a minute.”

“Ok.”

“Great, so whenever you’re ready. Left to stop, right to go.” She says and at least you still remember that. “Put the car on drive, and press the right pedal.”

You do it. And once again you’re driving at 5 miles an hour. You look for any sign of boredom or annoyance in your mom’s face, but she is smiling at you. You keep going at this speed for five minutes and then you bore yourself. Which makes you press the pedal a little more. And then more. And when you look at the dashboard you see you’re at 30 miles an hour. It wasn’t that bad.

“Great. How are you feeling?” Lena asks and you beam.

“ALIVE!” You say making her chuckle.

“You literally have super speed, but ok.” She pats your shoulder. “Let’s try making a turn, shall we?”

And you make turns after turns, you speed up more, you learn how to drive in reverse, you learn how to park. And it’s all so simple, and fun. After a while you feel like the car is a part of you. Lena’s looking proud next to you and you are also very proud of yourself.

“Should we get momma in here?” You ask, stopping the car, and your mom agrees knowing exactly what that means.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!” You both yell and not a minute later Kara is landing next to the car.

“What’s going on?” She looks at both of you in a parked car laughing your faces off at her, it takes her a while but she understands. “You know, you could’ve just called me on my phone.”

She gets in the car and you drive again. It’s great and feels freeing. Sure, it’s not as amazing as flying, but being able to see both of their faces after they realize their baby has grown is wonderful. And you can’t help a smile when you think about driving into the sunset with both of you awesome moms with you.

[narraboths]

I’m seen so many of these videos of subject expert on the news who’re Skype/zoom calling from and get interrupted by their kid/pet and I’m kinda just imagining that happening to Lena with her daughter and Krypto except then what can only be described as a gorgeous librarian who is also built like a Trojan wall shows up and carries them away with a ‘sweetie, mommy’s doing something important, okay?’

look i love and adore that but on the flipside i want to see a scene of Renowned Journalist Kara Danvers being interrupted like that, only to have Lena fucking Luthor swoop in from the background whisking the kid away but not before she presses a quick kiss to the crown of Kara’s head and that’s how the world finds out they’ve been married for five years with a kid and three dogs

[coeurdastronaute]

Titan 5

Previously on Titan

The Ambassador at Gotham Central was one of Lena’s favorite hotels on the planet, and she considered herself somewhat of an expert in such things. She loved to travel, to feel fresh sheets and comfy towels. It wasn’t often that she allowed herself to be pampered or enjoy the extremes of her station, but when she travelled, or when she was allowed to dote upon her wife, Lena wanted only the best. 

The penthouse was an absolute eden. Dark, ancient wood and clean white marble throughout, with a library, two bathrooms with showers with infinite nozzles and luxurious baths, a large bed with soft sheets and perfect pillows waited for them, calling out to be enjoyed. They’d stayed in many wonderful places, but Lena had a soft spot for the old school luxury of one of the oldest hotels on the planet. 

“I can’t believe they keep this room for you,” Kara sighed as she fell into the large bed in the master bedroom. 

“They don’t keep it,” Lena shook her head as she carefully held up a blouse and debated it, one of many she’d bought on their shopping trip that her wife was kind enough to offer to carry her bags. 

There would surely be pictures the following day, of the pair in Gotham, of their dinner with Bruce the night before, of the shopping trip and kissing outside of the ice cream shop. And Lena didn’t mind because in them she knew she’d look happy despite hating the city. It was just hard to be annoyed when Kara was around.

“They moved someone to another hotel so you could have it.” 

“And I didn’t ask them to do that.” 

“Who would have thought a name like Danvers would get such treatment.” 

Lena looked at her wife in the reflection in the mirror as she smiled to herself, amused at her own words. There was something wonderful about seeing someone, and she took just an instant to watch Kara breathe. 

“You are a part owner in this hotel now.” 

“Am I?” 

“Yes.” 

“Well how about that?”

Lena just shook her head and went back to trying to pick out what she was going to wear to give her speech. It shouldn’t be that difficult. It was written and ready. But Gotham made her itchy and she was suddenly worried and anxious about seeing her brother. Surely he’d know she was there somehow. 

Somewhere between her reverie and her anxiety, Lena must have drifted off, losing her focus as the shirt she held up and looked at in the mirror dissolved away and her eyes couldn’t see a thing save for all of the scenarios she was playing out in her own head. From the bed, Kara watched it happen. She saw Lena’s face change and her brow furrow and grow heavy. She watched too many thoughts happen too quickly and was determined not to let Lena get pulled away from her. 

With a quick movement, she stood and crept beside her wife, carefully kissing her neck and shoulder, careful to pull her from the stupor until she earned a smile and felt Lena’s body relax against her own. She squeezed, wrapping her arms around Lena’s middle and let her chin rest on her shoulder. Kara offered a smile so big her eyes shut and her cheeks hurt. 

“I like the green one,” she whispered. 

“You always say that.” 

“You look good in everything. I can’t pick.” 

“Why did I bring you along?” 

“Because I like eating at Yuva and because you need someone to look at in the crowd when you give your speech.” 

“Right, right. Makes sense,” Lena nodded. “I also made us reservations at Le Bernardin for after.” 

“Thank goodness. I’m starving.” 

“How?” 

Kara just shrugged and kissed Lena’s neck again. Just like that, she got her back, alive and vibrant in her arms. 

“Wear the green one, and then that black dress for dinner.” 

“You’re dressing me now?” 

“I know. It’s weird, when I’m so good at doing the opposite.” 

“You’re full of surprises, Danvers. But I think I can do that.” 

“Perfect,” Kara grinned before lifting Lena, earning legs hooked behind her back. “Can we please use this nice big bed now for more important things?” 

“Please don’t break anything--”

With a soft wafting, they landed on the bed and Kara hovered, holding herself up, Lena hanging slightly from her. They were happy. They smiled. They kissed. 

“I can be gentle.” 

“Can you?” 

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Lena had given speeches before. She was used to speaking in public and at large events. Her TedTalk was one of the more popular on the page, garnering over forty million views and making her the easy target for many conferences and business gatherings. She liked to credit it to Supergirl, but the hero refused, saying she didn’t do anything. But a topic like overcoming inheritance was somehow magnified when talking about the Super/Luthor history. In reality, Lena could only thank her wife for so kindly teaching her to speak with an honest tongue about the things she felt. 

Lena had given commencement speeches before. She’d given toasts at balls. She’d thanked guests at galas. It wasn’t hard, but still her hands trembled slightly as she stood at the podium in front of the large group of new students.  

And then there was Kara, smiling softly in a corner. Kind enough to travel along and sit through an entire commencement, even though she was probably bored senseless. 

“I am honored to be with you all today at the onset of the grand adventures of your lives. I truly mean it when I describe it as an honor, and one I hold very dearly. Because I look out at this crowd, and these beautiful, kind faces, and I am blown away by the potential I see staring back at me. 

In many ways, often life can interrupt your dreams. Life wasn’t made for dreamers. Life is full of things like car payments and furnaces that break, it’s full of family and friends and twists and turns, it’s overflowing with reasons to simply stop dreaming.

But I’m not here today to tell you about all of the banalities of life. I’m here today to ask you to embrace them. Find comfort in the smallest atoms of your day, and they interruptions will become parts of the journey. 

I’ve never given a commencement speech before, and I was afraid of falling back on cliches. But I spent a good portion of time thinking about myself at your age, about the things I wished I’d been told to prepare for the next steps. So if you’ll allow me, I’d like to fall back on my cliches because I fully believe in them.” 

There was a small chuckle and Lena took a deep breath, finding her rhythm and voice. She looked out at the crowd and felt, for the first time in a long, long time, marginally successful, and as if she belonged there, as if it wasn’t too fanciful of an idea for these kids to look up to her and want some of her wisdom. 

“I met my wife when I was sixteen years old. She interviewed me for the school paper about our soccer game. It was sheer luck that she offered to take her friend’s assignment and cover sports. It was sheer luck that I transferred schools that year. It was a series of events that transpired on a very normal Tuesday to change my life. 

It was also a very normal Tuesday when I found out about my father and my brother. In life, things will happen to you, but you do not have to let them interrupt, and I beg of you to embrace every worst moment of your life. Wallow in it. Cover yourself in it. Feel it on every inch of your skin, but don’t run from it. Life is what happens to you, when you’re busy making other plans. And know that any normal Tuesday can change your life. No one wakes up knowing that everything will be different.

I was, and I didn’t learn this until much later, blessed enough to be surrounded by examples of what I did not want to be in my life. I could pick out trait of the people closest to me and know that I hated them, but what I realized was that I was surrounding myself with the wrong people. So not only should you take my advice to absolutely wallow in misery, you should toss out anyone in your life who makes you feel worse about the world. Life will throw you so much misery you won’t know what to do with it. No one wants to hear that in a commencement speech, but I believe in preparation. You must build yourself an alliance of people who want for you to survive. 

More importantly, and perhaps something I’m still learning, is that you should model yourself into being someone that others want in their alliance. Be the person people depend on for a ride to the airport. Helf the lady in the grocery store reach the top shelf. Smile and make faces at a baby in line for ice cream. Come running when called upon. And when you do, I promise you, life’s interruptions will become your actual life, and the dreams will follow.

You will meet people that will change your life in ways that you might never have expected. I can still remember a rather intimate conversation I had with a bus driver in the middle of the night about the reason to live. I should have known that Supergirl would change my life forever and in ways that I’m still just now beginning to understand. 

My name is Lena Danvers. I dream of solving environmental issues. I dream of providing good jobs to people who want to save the world. I dream of leaving the world so much better than I have found it, and I hope you all take this dream up with me, add it to your own, and let life interrupt you ont he pursuit of it.” 

She took a moment to let their applause wash over her, and she took a deep breath. It was alarmingly hopeful and she was becoming that way because of the world she’d invented for herself. 

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“Have I mentioned you look stunning yet, Mrs. Danvers?” 

Lena couldn’t help but roll her eyes and blush at the comment as she took her seat at the table in their favorite restaurant in Gotham. 

“You have, actually.”

“Should I come up with new words?” 

“You are a writer, after all. I’d expect you to consult a thesaurus at least once.” 

“I suppose my old compliments are wearing thin. Do you remember when your dad took us to Oliver’s and I’d never been somewhere so fancy?” 

Without meaning to, Lena chuckled to herself at the memory. It wasn’t often her father was brought up, and it certainly wasn’t often that Kara mentioned him, respecting the self-imposed blockade Lena imposed. 

“I don’t think I could ever forget your face when you had escargot for the first time. What was that, our high school graduation?” 

“It was,” Kara smiled. “And now you’ve spoiled me completely.”

“Good.” 

It wasn’t often that they went out with all of the stops. It wasn’t often they wore the fancy clothes and jewelry. But Kara loved it. 

And they sat at their table, after a rather busy day, after a rather wonderful speech and surprisingly uneventful trip to Gotham. They were going to enjoy their final day before heading back to a bit of normalcy. 

But things rarely went as planned for them, and somewhere between salads and the main course, their evening was ruined.  

“Well, good evening, little sister,” Lex smiled slowly. “And Ms. Danvers, or should I say Mrs. Luthor? Mrs. Luthor-Danvers? Danvers-Luthor? Either way, best wishes to the happy newlyweds.” 

Noticeably uncomfortable, Kara shifted in her chair. Lena saw her fist clench, saw her jaw tighten and her eyes narrow as she stared daggers at the interruption. There wasn’t much holding her wife back from murdering her brother. Lena was almost convinced that Kara was actively debating it at the moment, her strict morality not so much in question so much as what it would do to Lena as a result. But Kara seemed to win the round for a moment and sat back, not relaxing, but rather curtly dismissing any interactions that might develop. 

“Just Danvers, actually,” Lena informed her brother cooly. “The Luthor name is no more.” 

He frowned before catching himself. Lena still knew how to play the game well enough, knew where his weaknesses were, knew his tells better than anyone else. 

“I suppose it is waning a bit after Father was… what was it that happened to him?” he furrowed and pretended to think about it. “Oh, that’s right. After you murdered him.” 

“What’s a--” 

“I think you should leave,” Kara interrupted, speaking up immediately. 

“Oh, calm down, ponytail,” he chuckled and took a seat, motioning for a bottle to be brought to the table. “This is normal family conversation for us, wouldn’t you say?” 

When Lena didn’t answer, he sat up slightly. It gave Lena an odd feeling of power, to know that he didn’t know her anymore, that he had no idea what she was going to say, to see that slight twinge of fear to know that she wasn’t under his thumb any longer. 

“I think you should leave,” Lena repeated her wife’s wishes. 

“I would, but we have so much to catch up on.”  

With a motion of his hand, he asked for a plate and wine glass to be brought to the table. The waiter faithfully obliged, quickly supplying him and pouring a glass. 

Lena watched her brother, searched his face and couldn’t remember who he was supposed to be and what he was supposed to represent in her life. They were once each other’s everything, and now he was a stranger. He was worse than a stranger, if that was possible. 

But she didn’t let it ruffle her. None of it was who she was anymore. She was a new person. She had somehow grown equipped enough to handle this, though she didn’t quite understand it until it was happening around her. There was no more control. 

“I heard you stepped down as CEO,” he observed after enjoying the taste of wine. 

“Won’t your parole office be upset to hear you were drinking?” 

“He’ll understand. Now, our company.” 

“My company is doing just fine, thank you,” Lena sighed. “I believe you are legally barred from any kind of investments or tampering with L Corp.” 

“I’ve been known to bend the rules from time to time.” Slowly, he turned toward Kara who had not yet unclenched one muscle. “You look familiar. Have we met?” 

“At you mother’s funeral.” 

“That was a hell of a party, if I remember correctly. The real origin story of where we are all at currently, if you ask me. And not often am I pro-murder, but I’d say Dad got what was coming for him after what he did for her.”

“I think you should--”

“Kara, could you get our coats and call the car? I’ll pay.” 

They exchanged a look, and in it was an entire conversation. It’d been that way forever, and she was happy to be able to calm her wife and give them an escape. 

“Lovely to see you again, dear sister-in-law,” Lexa smiled and took another sip of wine as Kara stood. 

This time, however, Kara looked to her wife to make sure she was okay, and when she saw the smirk, the look, the confidence, and she knew. She didn’t like it, but she knew. Without a look at Lex, Kara nodded slightly and made her way toward the exit. 

“I need you to listen to me, and listen closely,” Lena murmured, picking up her wine glass, playing with it while casting a firm look on her brother’s face. “Whatever you’re playing at, whatever you’re planning, I will stop you. I will kill you. I have no qualms anymore about things like that.”

She finished the rest of her drink and stood. 

“You will stay away from my wife, from my company, and from my city.”

“It was good to see you, Lena,” Lex simply smiled. 

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Helpless- Alex Danvers Imagine (Supergirl)

Title: Helpless

Pairing: Alex Danvers X Reader (I tried to make it gender neutral)

Requested: No but please send requests in for the musical prompts!

Musical Prompt: Helpless from Hamilton

Warning(s): Nothing really... some awkwardness but that’s really it.

Summary: Lena and Kara were becoming fast friends... and they both drag their siblings to a party. They didn’t mean to play matchmaker... sometimes that just happens.

Author’s Note: This is probably from before everything started going wrong between Lena and Supergirl... also this is my way of celebrating Hamilton being on Disney+!

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“God, this is beautiful,” I said, spinning in the mirror that was in Lena’s office. “I should trust you to pick my outfits everyday.”

“I know,” Lena replied. “Come on, guests are probably showing up.”

“Okay,” I nodded, following her out.

We walked to the elevator and I watched the floors go down nervously. I wasn’t quite the natural charmer that my sister and brother were. They both could walk in and control a room. I could not do that. I maybe could handle a few conversations but I wasn’t a business or science person. I was not what a Luthor was supposed to be.

We walked in to see guests already talking to each other, drinks in most people’s hands. There were people actually dancing tonight, which was kind of rare. People were chatting and laughing, which I was used to. There was definitely a couple arguing in a corner, trying to keep it quiet so no one would pay attention to them... yeah... I don’t really know how normal that is.

I followed Lena around for most of the night, shaking people’s hands as she introduced me. I didn’t talk a whole lot, I just smiled and shrugged or nodded, whatever seemed appropriate for the situation.

I was having a fine time. I had grabbed a little bit of food, met some of Lena’s business friends, and it was all going well. I didn’t think anything would be out of the ordinary, until I looked across the room. 

“Lena,” I tapped on my sister’s arm. She looked over at me, cutting off her conversation. “Do you know who that is?”

I pointed over at a woman with short red hair. She was in the middle of a conversation of a blonde woman with glasses. 

“Kara,” she asked, trying to follow where I was pointing. “Oh! That’s Alex. She’s Kara’s sister.”

“Kara is the reporter, right,” I double-checked.

“Yes,” Lena nodded, seeing that I was still kind of staring at the woman that I now knew as Alex. “Go talk to her.”

“No,” I shook my head. “I’m too awkward for that.”

“Just because you aren’t a public speaking type doesn’t mean that you can’t handle a basic conversation,” she said. I looked down. “Fine. Come on.”

“What,” I asked as Lena grabbed onto my wrist and dragged me over to the duo. 

“Kara,” she said excitedly, hugging her friend. “How are you?”

“Good,” Kara replied happily. “The party is gorgeous, by the way.”

“Isn’t it,” Lena looked at the room with a content look on her face. I made eye contact with Alex for a second before quickly looking down, blushing. “This is (Y/n).”

“I’ve heard about you,” Kara said as she shook my hand. “I’m Kara.”

“As I’ve been told,” I chuckled, trying to seem less awkward.

“Actually, Kara, I wanted to show you something really amazing,” Lena jumped in. “Come on.”

“Okay,” Kara nodded. I went to follow them but Lena stopped me.

“You’ve already seen it, you can just hang out here with Alex,” Lena gave me a smug smile while I tried to subtly glare at her. “You guys have fun. Come on Kara.”

“Well then,” I mumbled before turning back to Alex. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“You too,” she nodded. “So, I know about your siblings work but... what do you do?”

“Oh, well,” that was the beginning of a great conversation.

We instantly seemed to jump into a conversation. I don’t think I had ever been this good at talking to people. I could sometimes get ideas out in a way that was understandable but I would usually be questioning every single word that I was saying... and I wasn’t actually doing that right now. This was a dream come true.

We were deep in conversation when my ears tuned in to the music that I had managed to block out for a while. I smiled to myself.

“I love this song,” I said. I held my hand out to Alex. “Wanna dance?”

“I’m not the best dancer,” she chuckled.

“Neither am I,” I shrugged. “I’m in a real ‘what the hell’ mood right now.”

“Well... that’s the best mood to be in,” Alex replied, grabbing my hand and following me to where there were people dancing. 

I had never had this much fun at one of Lena’s “business” parties. I was used to feeling like I needed to cling to her side. I was used to feeling like I should have hid away because I wasn’t some expert business leader. 

Now, I was free in some strange way. I felt less guilty. I was actually enjoying myself. It was great... and I never wanted that feeling to go away. 

I only stopped moving when the song ended and a much slower song started playing. Alex and I just looked at each other for a moment. I was going to suggest that we go back to the side but I stopped in my tracks when Alex wrapped her arms around my neck. I took a second to get over my shock before placing my hands on her waist.

“So,” I started softly, not wanting to destroy the sweet moment. “Do you wanna go to dinner sometime?”

Alex closed her eyes and tilted her head down as she laughed. She looked back up and stepped a little bit closer to me.

“Dinner sounds great,” she replied. I smiled widely.

I could already tell...if I hadn’t started already, I was going to fall. And I was going to fall hard.

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