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nodesiretogrowup · 5 years ago

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I LOVED THIS EPISODE! It was nice to have a kid-focused episode. The past few have focused a lot on the adults, so it was nice to see the kids in the spotlight again. It was SO COOL to see the kids playing off each other. We NEED more of it next season. Lena is my daughter, so I was happy to see her back, though I’d rather she not have to suffer.

Spoilers and more detailed thoughts below:

YAY NERF GUNS! Also, it was super sweet of the boys to reassure Lena that they know she’s a good guy now.

LOVED all the different jammies on display. I usually rock something similar to Lena and Violet. Dewey in the footie pajamas gives me LIFE. And Huey with his hat. I’m surprised he didn’t say something along the lines of “Warm head, warm dreams.”

Super cute that Lena set this all up. My baby wants friends.

“Self defense weapons, all manner of booby trap.” I feel like Violet would have suggested having those no matter what. I love my slightly feral nerd daughter.

Beakley for BEST bodyguard.

“Nothing weird is gonna happen at this slumber party.” Webby, babe, you’re just ASKING for trouble.

Lena’s little song and cake! MY HEART! I think Huey may have drawn some inspiration from that cake, lol

“Time loses all meaning in the infinite night of the shadow realm.” HELP THIS CHILD! And again, I think Donald would be the perfect parent for her.

“You are a wordsmith!” Webby LOVES her shadow gf.

THE FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS! AND THEY MATCHED EACH KID! HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE THIS GIRL!

Of course Louie is suspicious. He was wary of his mom AND just spent the last episode getting betrayed by Goldie.

“You literally sound like that now.” Huey, you need to learn how to read a room.

“That’s just my voice, I can’t help it!” I feel ya there. And a nice bit of foreshadowing

“I’ve found it’s clearer to convey no emotion whatsoever.” Also not a good way to talk to people.

Aw, Lena. Like Webby said, you don’t have to prove yourself. That seems to be a running theme this season. Dewey wants to prove himself to his mom, Louie wants to prove himself to anyone, and Della wants to prove that she is a good mom and fits into this family.

“That makes you super-extra-good, right?” “Math checks out.” You two share one (1) brain cell and that’s adorable.

Webby has no table manners and that is valid.

“LET’S EAT PURE SUGAR!” That is just a bad idea in general, much less for Huey.

What happened to Huey? Why was his mouth all grey?

“You know who my best friend is?” “Me.” “Sleep.” A.) Mood, B.) Dewey’s face is PRICELESS! You can’t win them all.

Sleeping Beakley is TERRIFYING.

“It might be sleepy-time.” Webby, you are TOO PRECIOUS!

Anyone getting some Nightmare on Elm Street vibes? Specifically the third one? I guess that was what they were going for, what with the title and all.

Concerned girlfriend is concerned.

MY POOR BABY! HASN’T SHE SUFFERED ENOUGH?!

“Do you need, *whispers* you-know-what paper?” Not sure if Beakley told her toilet isn’t something you should go around saying or if Webby doesn’t want to embarrass anyone. Either way, cute!

Lena pulls of Dewey’s do well.

One of the most precious moments ever! And a reminded that they are still pretty young.

WEBBY IS SUCH A GOOD FRIEND/GIRLFRIEND! *happy tears*

LOVED the shot of Lena with the stars reflected in her eyes.

Heck, the animation for all the dreams is AMAZING! I love how you can INSTANTLY TELL whose dream we’re in.

I’m glad they figured out that they were in a shared dream early. Gives us more time for wacky dream shenanigans!

Webby/hamburgers is otp

I like that they used the “you can’t read in dreams” thing. Nice touch. It looks like at least Launchpad, Scrooge, and Donald had a corresponding emoji.

“Why are you dialing a banana?” DREAM LOGIC!

SWORD HORSE!

Webby CANONLY kins Scrooge!

EXTREMELY EXTREME OBSTACLE COURSE

Louie putting a stop to unicorn shenanigans before they begin.

Those directions. Better than Penny’s at least.

Violet is blunt and to the point. She’s probably a Virgo.

LIVING for all the cartoony sound effects!

POOR LENA! AND YAY SUPPORTIVE WEBBY! Also, love Louie in the background being confused as fuck.

That cute little smile! I WOULD DIE FOR LENA!

I don’t think the whole “don’t wake a sleepwalker” thing is actually valid in real life, but here it’s probably a goodish idea. Magic is weird and unpredictable.

“LET’S FLY, BECAUSE WE CAAAAAAN!” I like the way you think. I love that Louie’s wings have dollar signs. And Lena’s bat wings are DOPE.

“I HATE WALKING!” Louie is MOOD.

Huey and Dewey crashing, lol

That unicorn got DEEP. And I now crackship him and Manny.

Lena walked into Snow White.

“I probably grew horrible bat wings for non-evil reasons.” It’s because you are a baby goth.

“I ATE A BUG!” Dewey, you are a special boy and that’s valid.

“Ew, Webby, why is there a school in your dream?” Again, Louie is MOOD.

Ugh, I wish I could make out what the sign in front of the school says. I see EXCELLENCE though.

Dewey CONFIRMED HSM fan. And I’m getting some Saved By The Bell vibes. He’s binged ALL the high school classics. This is probably how Mabel dreamed high school would look like before the crushing slap of reality hit her.

His hair and jacket. Too cute, expect for his hair being alive. That was freaky. I fear for him when he learns what high school is actually like.

His song. Dewey is in for HEARTBREAK. LIVE YOUR DREAM WHILE YOU CAN!

I know most people are going with Dewey is bi after the whole romantic interest thing, but I feel like he might be aro/ace. Dewey is threatened by choosing a romantic partner. I’ve kind of always seen him as ace though, so it might just be me. Or it could be him trying to figure out his sexuality, which is cool. I love that the crew threw that in. The boy is not straight in any way though.

I love that Dewey’s singing rivals are Beagle Boys.

“Who knows what that’s about?” “I have some theories.” SYMBOLISM!

Dewey Dude is upsetting even BEFORE it turned into Magica.

The balance between comedy and STRAIGHT UP HORROR was handled well.

Lena has watched Wizard of Oz.

“You ruined my big dance!” Priorities, Dewey. Louie looks relieved though.

Dewey’s hair looked super cute when it was wet.

Why did he and Lena taste the water? Is there some sort of significance there?

“I just failed a class called Dew-ology.” “Well I’m the class Dew-torian.” That’s stretching it, Dewey.

“I gotta get outta here.” Haha, Dewey’s dream is Huey’s nightmare.

Louie-field. I WANT PLUSHIES. Also, Louie confirmed furry?

“This is your dream? To be even lazier?” Don’t be a hater, Huey! Louie’s got the right idea.

Wonder if Beakley taking care of Louie-field means anything.

Seriously, Huey is SUCH a hater! He wants out of Dewey’s dream and he mocks Louie’s.

“HOW ARE YOU SLEEP-SLEEPING?” Don’t hate cause you ain’t. Also, I have napped in a dream once so....

Louie’s sleep face is MAJESTIC. HE’S BEAUTY, HE’S GRACE.

“I just am.” Louie is so wise.

Wolf Lena is BEST

Violet, there is a better way to talk about people’s psychological issues.

Why would you choose the litter box?

“WHY, HUEY, WHY?!” No arguments here.

I’m the eldest sibling like Huey and I’m the shortest of the three of us, so I get you, Huey. But there are better, cooler, less upsetting ways to manifest that dream. Like switching bodies with a tall person.

His legs make rubber band noises when he moves.

“Don’t listen to him! Follow your lame dreams.” What a supportive brother.

Huey’s dream is Dewey’s nightmare. Nice.

I too use my feet to do things, like opening doors or getting stuff off the floor. But opening jars of FOOD?! UNSANITARY AND YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER.

Someone is a Spinel fanboy.

Or is he Slender-Huey?

“And it’s my dream to be in a montage.” While it is pretty dope, why does Dewey get two dreams?! Greedy little bastard. Are we sure he’s not the evil triplet, lol.

HERE’S HOW PHOOEY CAN WIN! Liked that they implied he’s the evil one. He’s a yellow, less 90s Dippy Fresh.

JUST SAY NO TO PHOOEY! His name means the f-word.

MORE DRAGON BALL Z!

NERD ALERT!

Huey has found a kindred soul.

I like that Violet even has Quackfaster as a librarian.

“It’s almost 6am!” Your old man is showing. Sidenote-I tend to wake up around 6. I’m old.

“Go get some jobs!” Scrooge, do you know about child labor laws?

This is the second episode of this set that Scrooge comes off as a bit of a prick.

POOR LENA! At least all the kids care about her. The poor girl needs some friends.

“She’s gonna be cold without her sweater!” His heart’s in the right place.

I love that all the kids jump in after Webby immediately. NEVER LEAVE A MAN BEHIND.

Louie just spinning in the background.

“I think this is more nightmare.” Thank you, Captain Obvious.

I want that castle as a playset.

Good lord this scene was hard to watch. It reminded me a lot of Raven in Ever After High (and Teen Titans Raven too). She’s so afraid of being predestined to become evil that it’s consuming her to the point that she can’t see anything else and feels stuck. Some of this really hit close to home for me because I deal with depression and anxiety and when a big episode hits it’s hard to find my way out. Luckily, just like Lena, I have a good support system.

Magica gaslighting Lena was really upsetting to see.

Lena becoming Magica then a literal monster? LET MY DAUGHTER HAVE PEACE!

“Ugh, why does everything I say sound sarcastic?” Callback

Was that a hint at a Gargoyles reboot? I JOKE TO EASE THE PAIN!

#youtriedDewey

Dewey’s spinny eyes, lol

Webby is most competent fighter

Poor Louie. The past two episode have not been kind to him physically.

Lena will ALWAYS be there for Webby.

POOR LENA!

HURRAY FOR SUPPORTIVE FRIENDS!

FRIENDSHIP IS MAGIC, BITCH!

“It’s fine, FINE!” Just wait for puberty, Huey. It will be slightly less disturbing.

I TOTALLY CALLED THAT THIS WAS A PLOT FOR MAGICA TO GET HER POWERS BACK! YAY FOR BEING RIGHT!

Magica is meth aunt.

“I don’t need you. You need me!” THAT’S MY GIRL!

FERAL

I bet Magica is gonna lie about still having powers so she can get close enough to Lena to regain her powers and stab everyone in the back. Whether or not she succeeds...

Boyd and Lena should start a club. The “I thought/felt like I was a real, flesh and blood being, had an existential crises over it, and am trying to deal with my evil relative” club. Huey’s the moderator, he’s working on his consoling badge.

#ducktales #dt spoilers #MORE KID EPISODES

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queercapwriting · 6 years ago

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Passover with the Danvers (a Supergirl x Captain Marvel Crossover)

Because Passover is always terribly hard for me (and my family), and I needed this kind of thing this weekend.

The first Passover that Kara spent with the Danvers family, Alex raged and screamed and threw a generally spectacular teenage fit.

Because why should Kara get to ask the questions meant to be asked by the youngest child in the family? Passover meant nothing to Kara.

Except, Kara pointed out in a small, small voice, she knew a little something about all the firstborns being slaughtered. Except, on her planet, it was everyone. Everyone who’d been born there, who was alive there. Slaughtered by a nonsensical cosmic plan that meant nothing, that changed everything.

Alex had insisted that Passover wasn’t about the slaughter of the firstborns, it was about the survival of the children who were passed over.

“Maybe it should be about both,” Kara had murmured, eyes defiant but voice, small.

And that was the first time Alex was really forced to think about justice.

Real justice, and who got to dole it out and who got to call it fair.

She thought about it more, over the years.

Losing her father.

Kara held her hand and said they could ask the questions together, the year he was first gone.

The first Passover without him. When Eliza sat at the head of the table instead of Jeremiah, and Eliza’s narration of their evening was stilted and halting where Jeremiah’s had been full of off-Haggadah commentary meant to make the girls think, meant to make the girls laugh.

Over the years, Eliza’s leadership got stronger. Alex wondered without wanting to what else her mother had been holding back all that time.

She wondered, every year, what the point of coming home for Pesach was.

She wasn’t sure what she believed anymore, anyway. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever believed, not really.

But she knew she cried every time she secured one of her father’s kippahs on her head, and she knew she cried every time she started to ask why this night was different than any other.

She knew she never wanted to sit through another Seder in her life; and she knew, in her bones, that she had to.

Even through becoming a scientist. Becoming a doctor. Becoming something like a spy, something like a soldier, something that was neither and something that was both.

She’d lost her father to supposed death.

Then she’d lost him to attempted genocide in the name of protecting his daughters.

Ironic, she decided, that he had been the one who told her, when she was young, that it was about the children who’d survived, who’d been Passed Over, rather than those who’d been killed.

Kara had been right all along.

And maybe that was the point.

She didn’t know when, exactly, their seders became healing rather than something that opened up all her festering wounds each year.

Maybe it was when Maggie started holding her hand under the table, or when Lena asked if she could help Alex write a family Haggadah, one that would reflect all of them. J’onn and Kara’s lost planets, lost peoples. Everything and everyone at their table, and beyond.

But she did know that by the time she and Maggie were inviting another Danvers woman to their Seder - Carol, this one, and her wife-but-not-wife-but-definitely-wife Maria and their daughter (their daughter) Monica - it was painful, and solemn, but somehow also joyful, and healing, and necessary.

Carol wore her crispest white buttondown to match Maria’s blouse, while Maria’s headscarf was a wash of color that match their daughter’s. And Monica had apparently - with her mom and Nick Fury’s help - made a jumper out of one of Carol’s oldest uniforms.

They all look perfect, even if Carol looks more than a little nervous, about all these people from all these Earths, and maybe one of them (Barry, she thinks his name is) can even outrun her (but not in space, she smirks), standing in Alex and Maggie’s doorway with a bottle of wine and an extra box of matza.

“All I know is, for some weird reason, the kid really likes matza and I didn’t want her to eat all of yours, so...”

“Trust me, you would’ve been doing us a favor,” Eliza laughs, and a long-haired person named Cisco immediately kneels to tell Monica how cool her outfit is, so Carol finally laughs too, because - as Maria had reminded her countless times on the way over - this may be a lot of people, but it’s family. Just family.

Just found family.

So when Alex closes her eyes and speaks of refugees and sole survivors and love that doesn’t need blood to define its boundaries, Carol watches Barry kiss Iris’s hand and Winn caress James’s knuckles. So she takes her daughter’s hand on one side and her wife’s hand on the other and lets a small, electric-like spark jolt into both of them.

She’s long since developed a language, with them, of saying ‘I love you’ with her fire-blasting hands.

And Kara had been ready with an entire array of hilarious facial expressions to keep Monica occupied - because even with Lena and Alex’s rewriting, fine-tuning, family-friendly-ing, their Haggadah still doesn’t make for the shortest Seder ever - but Monica is involved.

They all - her mothers and her found family alike - watch her learn to pass to her left and this-is-what-horseradish-tastes-like-I-don’t-wanna-say-I-told-you-so-but-didn’t-I-warn-you-about-taking-a-massive-piece and swish grape juice around in her mouth until her teeth turn somewhat purple.

And they all watch her - except for Kara, Eliza, J’onn, and Maggie, who are watching Alex - when Alex turns to her at just the right time, tears shining in her eyes.

“Sweetheart,” she says. “Lieutenant Trouble, that’s it, right?”

Monica preens. “That’s me! Although I should be getting my promotion to Captain Trouble soon.”

“Don’t you dare,” Maria warns, more her wife than their daughter, and Carol chuckles as she kisses them both in turn.

“Your moms told you about this next part, right?”

“Where I get to ask the questions,” Monica nods gravely, like she understands. Because, realistically, she does. “Should I go ahead?”

She asks not like she’s asking if it’s time, but like she’s asking Alex if she’s sure. Sure that she wants to pass on this responsibility, pass over the pain and bitterness and agony and grief she used to associate with it, and fuse it with something else. Something new. Something hopeful.

So Alex squeezes Maggie’s hand and winks across the table at her sister, and she nods.

“Go ahead, Monica.”

Her voice is small, but it is so, so sure.

“How is this night different from all other nights?” Monica asks, her voice clear and wonderous.

Everyone at the table has different answers, and everyone at the table has the same answer.

Because this night, just now, is perfect.

#supergirl x captain marvel #captain marvel crossover #jewish supergirl #jewish alex danvers #captain marvel passover #i rarely cry while i write #i cried a little writing this #it was hard and i also never wanted to stop #hm.

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thatlonelygirl630 · 6 years ago

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I so want to write this fanfic but ahh it would be so long!!!

Oh boy this turned out longer then expected sorry for your dashes but my sister thought it was worth the read!

So the new “villian” of the year shows up out of no where saving supergirl and gives the DEO lists of Cadmus facilities that are still working. They don’t get a hit in any facial recognition for an identity. When those Cadmus facilities get shut down of course Lillian would use her connections to escape prison (again) and attempt to save her life’s work.

Now with that obviously more kryptonite would be involved resulting in Supergirl getting hurt more often and getting weaker. The new hero is dubbed as the shadow since she never talks to anyone or sticks around for the interview photo op and generally sticks to the shadows (wears all black).

Kara has stated numerous times there is somthing weird about the shadow but she can’t place it. That’s when a partial file was sent to the DEO anonymously all about the shadow. It’s basically found out she was created by Lillian to be stronger then any Kryptonian and be able to kill one.

With that the DEO (mainly Alex) flips out and wants her captured so she can’t hurt her sister. They soon realize nothing seems to be able to contain her. Kryptonite seems to peirce her skin but not debilitate her as it would Kara or Kal-El. Even though the DEO is trying to caputure her the shadow just keeps on showing up to help supergirl often times flying her back to the DEO when she’s to weak but leaving without a word.

Kara and Alex work together to try and figure out what her deal is and why she doesn’t just attempt to kill Kara. Lena tried to help and hack Cadmus for the rest of the file hoping to find a weakness when....

Supergirl gets stabbed right in the gut by a kryptonite claw. Alex gets terrified at the sight of her sister dropping to the ground but is quickly reminded of her own fight with a human armed with alien tech.

Lena is monitoring the girl of steel back at the DEO since she was wearing the special suit but she notices somthing odd. Usually and understandably when anyone is stabbed let alone Supergirl by kryptonite their vitals skyrocket. High heart rain, blood pressure is unstable and all of that kinda stuff. Instead though her vitals start to steady.

The Luthor looks at the footage of an agents helmet cam and sees the shadow putting pressure on the wound, kryptonite blade long gone along with the suits helmet. She was expecting to see her injecting supergirl with somthing but the shadow was just putting pressure on the wound with a gloved hand around supergirl neck shaking her head when the blue eyes flutter shut.

Alex was amazed by the footage when she saw it later how her sister just stared into the eyes of the enemy and seemed at peace. When Kara later woke up healed and cleared to leave Alex asked her about it but the blonde simply says she must have been delirious or something. Alex knew she was lying but didn’t push.

When Lena finally managed to obtain the other half of the file she was shocked. Immediately she went to the DEO with it but both supergirl and Alex were missing.

Lillian managed to capture Alex and convinced Kara to come willingly using Alex as leverage. During their capture Lillian taunted them before finally handing over the whole file.

Alex read it first and was shocked it took her a full minute to wrap her brain around it. Turns out the two parent cells Lillian used were Alura’s which she nabbed from lex when he had managed to obtain a sample of Kryptonian DNA that was stored in the fortress of solitude. And the other Jeremiah Danvers.

The perfect blend of Danvers and El blood, a sister to both Kara and Alex. It’s why Jeremiah stayed with them for so long no even attempting to escape. Sure in the process her protected Kara and Alex but he didn’t want to just abandon this new baby allowing her to grow up a weapon.

Thanks to the odd combination of DNA she aged faster until hitting puberty and was physically 26 years of age. Jeremiah made sure to raise her, helped her seperate the good and bad, helped her be her person.

When she was old enough he made her a suit and helped her escape while he stayed behind to cover for her. He taught her all about Kara and Alex, how close they had become in his absence, unintentionally he had made the third sister scared to confront her family.

She was terrified they would reject her, that there would be no room for her, their bond as sisters too fortified to let anyone else in. She planned on leaving national city, leaving everything behind but she couldn’t.

She couldn’t for the same reason Kara’s vitals stabilized dispite almost dying. Kryptonian familial recognition. She saw supergirl get hurt and had to go save her, she had to. So she stuck around keeping in the shadows of the Danvers lives making sure they were safe.

When the shadow eventually comes to rescue them after mentally prepping herself for returning to the place she was held and experimented on for the duration of her life she gets Jeremiah out of there too.

They hold off going to the DEO for a little while deciding the four of them needed to talk. So they sat in Kara’s apartment, the suits they all wore looking like Halloween costumes.

The shadow turned off the image inducer she made making sure no one would recognize her and the sisters were shocked at seeing Jeremiah engulf her in a hug. The reality still not fully cemented in their minds yet.

Jeremiah explains everything to them and the shadow (insert whatever name ya like for her) to which Kara scoffs at saying they would never turn her away. Alex seemed skeptical but going back to the whole familiar recognition Kara gets close with her very quickly making Alex warm up as well.

It would really be a full Danvers sister season with Alex being protective over kara after seeing Lillian created yet another thing to kill her. While also digging deep into their hearts to find room for more family seeing as they have been so used to being there for each other and now they have a sister who was mentally a physically abused/tortured/manipulated for most of her life (Jeremiah could only do so much).

Now the season finally could be all about how the three of them are all trying their best becoming the best of buds when Cadmus rises again more deadly then ever. It eventually ends with the shadow sacrificing herself to Lillian at her request to save Kara from dying. Kara begs her not to but she does anyway.

Kara only finds out later that Lillian nabbed Alex too and season 6 could be how supergirl gets really determined to save her sisters. She has to battle the new director of the DEO on everything so she quits and joins up with Lena to get the job done (maybe throwing in a little supergirl dabbling in the dark side in her determination while Lena keeps her on the right path as a twist).

Meanwhile in Cadmus Jeremiah is doing his best (cause Lillian will never admit but she needs him and if holding his daughters over his head and dealing she will take his smarts) to make sure Alex and shadow are alive and well (again his best!). Lillian just got Alex as a sort of bargaining tool, I mean Kara would do anything for her, the government what to save her and she’s smart like her father.

Alex endures all of the torture thrown her way refusing to help Lillian in any way all while Lillian is brain washing the shadow (I imagined it kinda like a cross between Bucky form marvel and how maxwell lord created bizarro) by making her follow any orders and planting a seed of hate for supergirl.

When she’s satisfied with the progress Lillian gives her a finally come and as the shadow begs her not to knowing it would be “kill supergirl”. Lillian then releases her and the shdow has to fight herself as she bolts to the DEO managing to get to a safe spot before collapsing as her mind battles itself.

Kara the ever worried sister finds out she is there and goes after her. Finds her crying and immediately try’s to comfort her meaning cuddling her on the stairs of the DEO with Kara being the affectionate person she is.

That doesn’t help with shadows mental state and she has to fight her heat vison as she screams at Kara to take the suit off. Lillian told her to kill supergirl not Kara.

The rest of the season can be all about Alex following in her fathers footsteps keeping her sisters safe but not repeating his mistakes. No Alex is determined to get out of Cadmus in time to save her sisters, in time to save herself.

Kara tries to help the shadow but is ultimately making it hard on her so kara turns to the only person she has (could make a good supergirl reveal) Lena who helps the shadow with some smart techy Lena invention.

Now this part is completely optional and is totally for whatever you ship in the show!!!!

For Lena x James

I mean that could make or break them the whole her and supergirl doing questionable morality trying to save Alex and shadow. Either it ends them or he decides to help and it fixes all the problems they have been having.

For Kara x Lena

Now personally I think if supercorp (as much as I love them) were to ever happen it would be out of obligation and not feel very genuine (in the writing at least I think Katie and Melissa could pull it off on screen but scripts can fail even the best of chemistry). However I think this would create a very real and emotional getting together for them. Kara going on an emotional rollercoaster with her sisters being kidnapped while Lena holds her hand and helps her. Then when she can’t help her sister and makes it worse she breaks down and Lena is the shoulder for her to cry on. Kara could realize that her support was taken away and Lena was there for her (she always has and Kara knows that but this would be like her eye opening I actually love you moment). Lena also realizes it after seeing her best friend hurting so much.

I mean seems more realistic then them one day just going eh I guess I love you.

Anyway that was really long if you made it through let me know what you think.

#supergirl #melissa benoist #katie mcgrath #the cw #imagine #supergirl headcanons #lena luthor #baby danvers kinda #chyler leigh #alex danvers #lillian luthor #kryptonian #mine #just an idea dont come at me!!!!!#i think its very ship friendly #im not going to tag any ships so i dont start any drama cause thats the world we live in smh

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ladyandtheghost · 7 years ago

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Reason #22: The Queen, the King and his ‘Key’: Sansa is the “Key to the (King in the) North, a.k.a. Jon’s ‘weakness’ and Cersei will use it.

This is a speculation meta about what I (like many others) believe could be a likely scenario for Season 8 involving Sansa, Jon and Cersei. Earlier this year there had been spoilery pics that may have hinted at a possible ‘abduction’ plot, which would confirm that Cersei will manage to retrieve Sansa from Winterfell and bring her back to King’s Landing and that Jon will come after her.

In earlier metas we’ve discussed how Sansa is Jon’s big “weakness” (mirroring Missandei being Grey Worm’s only weakness), meaning the prospect of something “happening” to Sansa is to her is Jon’s secret fear. Some might argue now that this could also apply to Arya, only that Arya is far more dangerous to Cersei than the other way around and more than capable of defending herself, ergo it is highly unlikely that Arya would ever be in danger of being captured. With Sansa, however, there have been heavy hints and foreshadowing galore that sooner or later Cersei will get her hands on her, and that she will not be forever *safe* in Winterfell.

And the reason why I am quite excited about this possible scenario rather than terrified is because I think this will entail a plot that might bring Jonsa to the surface and take the “sub” out of the Jonsa “subtext” of S6 and S7…

So how would this actually come about?

The “Protection” Challenge:

Sansa’s infamous statements regarding her safety - “No one can protect me.” (6x09 and 7x01) not only sound like a challenge to Jon, but also as if she is somehow jinxing herself. Unlike Jon, Sansa is constantly aware of the threat Cersei poses to all of them, and to herself in particular. And she reminds him of it: “There’s nothing between us and Cersei.”:

Sansa: “If you’re her enemy she’ll never stop until she’s destroyed you. Everyone who’s ever crossed her she’s found a way to murder.”

Jon: “You almost sound like you admire her.”

To Jon, Sansa’s words sound hyperbolic – like he cannot imagine Cersei having such strength and power. The Cersei Sansa paints here sounds like an Super-human who can make the impossible possible and Jon doesn’t believe in this kind of power coming from a Lannister (he’s met Tyrion before so). To him the threat – also to Sansa – is in the North, not the South and he doesn’t *want* to worry about Cersei as well, no matter how much Sansa talks of her as an almighty force to be reckoned with here.

And this imo is yet another sign that Sansa will be right and Jon will be wrong - the Battlement Scene about Cersei is basically a reprise of the ‘Tent scene’ and Sansa telling Jon that he does not *know* the enemy like she does and that he is underestimating her. Jon dismissing her worries will definitely come back to haunt him…

Bottom line is, if Cersei does manage to get Sansa this will be a major narrative twist that will affect a lot of major characters. In another post I write about Sansa’s “Queen’s Watch” and all the characters who have come to care about Sansa and protected her at some point in her life: Brienne has sworn an oath to protect Sansa and if Cersei gets her, well, we remember how she reacted after she failed to protect Renly. At the moment Sansa has the most skilled assassin in the world by her side and we know that Arya is already hellbent on killing Cersei, so kidnapping Sansa would only give her another reason. The Hound and Tyrion might reunite with Sansa and both of them have cared about her wellbeing in KL, so here is another two characters who would give a shit about Sansa being abducted by Cersei.

HOWEVER, the character who would without a doubt be the most affected by such a plot would be Jon. From the moment of their reunion when he declared that “father’s ghost” would come and murder him if he failed to protect Sansa to the Tent Scene were he promised to protect her, to his choking the living daylight out of Littlefinger, it is being made BLATANTLY clear that Jon is extremely protective of Sansa. This even comes up in their subtexty-UST squabbles:

If Cersei manages to retrieve Sansa and bring her to King’s Landing, we WILL see Rage-Kitten-Jon ON STEROIDS. We saw him completely lose the plot with LF in the crypts, so there is no doubt that Jon will go absolutely nuts if *anything* happens to Sansa in S8. And I think this will also be incredibly interesting in terms of the Political!Jon debate. Right now, many viewers are led to believe that Jon is acting on “emotion”, that he knelt to Danii and declared her his Queen in front of the Dragon Pit crowd because he is in love with her and acted on “feeling” rather than rationally and politically. I personally think that we will get to see in Season 8 that all of Jon’s actions in S7 had actually been rational and calculated and political IN CONTRAST to his actions in Season 8 which will be driven by emotions and feelings, namely when Sansa is in danger.

Right now Jon thinks he’s on top, he has Daniis’ support and two dragons at his disposal, he feels in control of the situation. And we know that this rug will be pulled from under his feet several times in the last season, with the Targ reveal to begin with. There will be challenges and “trials and tribulations” for Jon in S8 and one of them will involve his failure to protect Sansa from Cersei and we will see him do everything in his power to get her back. His interactions with Cersei so far had been all political - but when it comes to Sansa, it will be very much PERSONAL.

Sansa and Cersei - A “Complex” Relationship:

It’s imo one of the most fascinating relationships on the show, because there are so many different layers and overtones between Sansa and Cersei that you are never quite sure how they feel about each other. It’s a very twisted, complex Mother-Daughter-Friend-Enemy-Love-Hate relationship that was acted incredibly well by both actresses. The fact that all through S7 antis and haters would insist that Sansa was “becoming” Cersei (the only indicator being that her wig looked similar to Lena’s earlier wigs) shows that a lot of viewers do not even understand the complexity and nuances of this relationship.Sansa admits that she learned from Cersei - which does not mean that she learned to be a bitch or how to take revenge on people, it means that she has watched her carefully and understood how the “Game” works which enables her to turn it around and protect herself and her loved ones from other “Gamers” such as LF. There is no doubt that Sansa is repulsed by Cersei’s actions and when she “acts” as QitN in S7 we actually see her making the opposite choices that Cersei would have made: making sure there is food for all the people, refusing to seize power from Jon when the Northern Lords begin to rebel against him...all of this makes her the Anti-Cersei rather than a copy of her.

The Queen’s Persecution: Sansa as Snow White, or, The YMBQ :

When I saw the still^^ from “Mirror Mirror” the other day, I suddenly got this Sansa-Cersei vibe that had me consider their dynamic as being very much inspired by the fairy tale: vain narcissist mother-figure/Queen, kills King and seizes power, paranoidly fears “younger and more beautiful” daughter-figure/princess will arise and “cast her down”, evil Queen wants her dead, princess has to flee, finds refuge in a home with seven men who love her, guard and protect her...and once the Queen who believed her dead finds out she is alive and happy, does everything in her power to come after the princess.

The prophecy by Maggy the Frog of the “younger more beautiful” queen coming to cast Cersei down and take all she holds dear sounds is definitely a parallel to the famous mirror in Snow White that told the Queen that there was someone “displacing” her as the “most beautiful” in all the lands.

Cersei thought this “other” would be Margaery, and now she thinks it’s Danii, but looking at all these parallels to Snow White, it’s really Sansa who fits the role of the “other”, the princess who is “more beautiful” best, not only in her relationship with Cersei, that was quite ‘evil step-mother’-like but also in terms of her entire storyline of being persecuted and fleeing KL and finding a home and seven people who love and guard her...

To me this is just another heavy hint that there will be an abduction plot involving Sansa and Cersei in S8...

The thing is, Sansa is sure that Cersei will kill her as soon as she gets her hands on her, but I am not altogether sure that this will be the case. Vain and narcisstic as Cersei is, she likes to have people around who flatter her, make her feel powerful and “reflect” her (”Mirror, mirror on the wall like”) - Jaime being the best case - or her own flesh-and-blood, her children. Most interestingly, of all her children, the one Cersei loved the most was her daughter, Myrcella. But ironically not because she reflected her, but because she was so unlike her.

As is Sansa.

And this is partly why I think that Cersei will NOT kill Sansa (though she will make her a prisoner), aside from the fact that Sansa is far too valuable a hostage. Weird as it sounds, but Cersei had a genuinely soft spot for Sansa, at least as far as she was capable of having “affection” for someone other than Jaime and her children. Of course she did not love Sansa like she loved her offspring but we know that Cersei cared for Sansa in a half motherly, half mentoring kind of way. Cersei treated Sansa much like a pet (not unlike Joffrey, but without the sadistic psychotic overtones). She called her almost affectionately “Little Dove” and as Sansa herself complains that Cersei won’t leave her alone, Shae notes that the Queen probably sees something in Sansa that makes her seek her company:

Basically a huge compliment^^

This in turn is also why - despite knowing that it was Olenna who killed Joffrey - Cersei still resents Sansa and would do everything to steal her from WF and Jon. She felt betrayed on a PERSONAL level and we know how she reacts on such occasions:

Indeed. And she will fetch them back.

It is often said that Cersei sees ‘herself’ in Sansa. I do agree that Cersei sees “something” in Sansa or at least “senses” something about her that simultaneously fascinates and repulses her. I don’t think it’s that she sees “herself” so much than the opposite. If anything Sansa reminds her of Myrcella, of whom she said:

“She was good. From her first breath, she was so sweet. I don't know where she came from. She was nothing like me. No meanness, no jealousy, just good.”

At the same time there is also something in Sansa that she does not trust and that she also resents - a lot:

“You’re perfect, aren’t you?”

When Sansa “acts” more responsible and Queen-like than her, calming down the women with song and prayer in the middle of the crisis rather than drinking wine in a corner - Cersei tries to make Sansa “act” more like her, orders her to sit and drink with her and talks of seducing Stannis and how Sansa should learn to use what’s between her legs. It’s a popular scene that often earns Cersei kudos for being so “honest” and telling it as it is, but what this scene really highlights is how she did NOT manage to turn Sansa into a younger version of herself - but that instead Sansa clearly somehow affected Cersei who realized that the “girl” she always looks down to has qualities that she will never possess - even if she regarded those qualities as weaknesses at the time. The ironic twist that Cersei’s greatest enemy (beside the Valonqar) - the YMBQ - could be her own ‘pet dove’ who she had trusted and been grudgingly fond of, would make all their scenes of previous seasons so much more poignant.

Jon Snow’s Weakness --- Sansa as the “Key to the (King in the) North”:

First as a hostage, then as “key to the North”, Sansa was always a valuable prisoner to the Lannisters. And I think that at some point Cersei will realize how important Sansa is to people - and most especially to Jon - which would make her not only a political hostage but also a personal one.

Jon Snow, where we last saw him at the end of S7, is currently (and quite literally) “on top” of the game. He is in the best possible position to see his plans through with two dragons and a Targaryen to ride them at his disposal, with a Dothraki army and basically all other armies Danii commands at his disposal, with dragon glass galore and the entire North united, ready and prepared for battle – and on a more personal level – with the bonus happy news of Arya and Bran being alive and safe in Winterfell…Jon is flying HIGH right now.

And Jon believes that the battle against the Night King and the WW will be the hardest thing he will have to face – he also thinks that he’s prepared for all the losses now, for all of them to win or die in the war against the Dead.

We already know that there will be one major shocker for Jon to cope with: the Targaryen reveal. And while I think this will bring on a major identity crisis for Jon, I can’t see this distracting him from the battle he was single mindedly focused on for so long. Jon tells us himself that the Night King is all he can think of:

“I’m consumed with the Night King because I’ve seen him. And believe me, if you’d think of little else if you had, too.”

The word “consumed” always gets me here when people assume that Jon is actually genuinely “distracted” by Danii or has feelings for her. Jon says it more than once – ALL he can think of is the Night King and ALL he is consumed with is the Night King and NOT Danii Targ. If anything, DT fits perfectly into Jon’s plans against the NK.

I mean could it BE any more convenient for Jon? The thing that supposedly distracted you from your biggest enemy just HAPPENS to be the weapon against your biggest enemy. Ever since they won Winterfell back, ever since Ramsay is out of the way, Jon had been named KitN and succeeded in all his endeavours (similarly to DT in Essos) – because he just HAPPENED to fall in love with the “right” woman?

I won’t get into Political!Jon theory now – but let’s just say that it would explain the weirdly overly “convenient” narrative of S7 and give a lot more depth to Jon’s character and supposed “luck” in securing the deadliest weapon imaginable for his war just by merit of falling in love.

Regardless of what happens with the Night King, or what the Targaryen reveal will mean for Jon – both have little to do with the fact that Jon is underestimating the “enemy in the South” and that

Cersei will be the “factor” Jon does not reckon with.

In many ways, what we will see in S8 is a “chain” of weaknesses: Cersei hates D and wants her dead but D is supposedly the strongest and has no weaknesses --- except the King in the North whom she is in love with. The King in the North in turn also has one weakness --- his sister/cousin Sansa Stark.

Logic (for Cersei): Sansa is the “key” to controlling Jon.

I’m sure a lot of Antis/Haters/D and JD stans will spit and spew and claim that even IF Cersei had it in for Sansa --- Jon wouldn’t care THAT MUCH about Sansa. And I say, please rewatch all of S6 and S7 and you will realize that there is a pattern, a theme almost of Jon caring for and TRYING to protect Sansa with everything he has.

And I say “trying” because Jon still has to actually fulfil his promise and keep the oath he made to Sansa: “I’ll protect you, I promise.” And I do not mean to demean Jon’s fighting efforts in the BoB, he did everything he could to protect Sansa – but fact is that in the end, Jon had to be saved by Sansa and Sansa was in turn saved by LF and the Knights of the Vale. The thing is, Jon is very much AWARE of this failing on his part. I wrote about this and how this also stoked an underlying rivalry between Jon and Littlefinger in another post and it rankled with Jon that it was Littlefinger who came to Sansa’s “aid” when he failed to protect her. Viewers are actually repeatedly reminded of all the times other characters “saved” and protected Sansa: Brienne and Pod and Theon – which even gets its own big scene at the beach when Jon tells Theon “what you did for HER”) So…the question is what will JON do for HER in Season 8? After all the foreshadowing and all the times Jon and Sansa talk about his protecting her and not letting anyone “touch” her and Jon choking the shit out of Littlefinger, literally “demonstrating” what he will do to anyone who “touches” his ‘sister*...

I feel very strongly that Sansa will be the “Key” to Jon’s arc in Season 8 (as D had been in S7) also because so many viewers don’t even pay attention to her, she is the perfect Red Herring. We know there will be a showdown with Cersei that will involve Sansa, because nothing and no one else could be reason enough for Jon to fight, kill and die for to protect other than the woman he swore to “watch over” and guard with his life, the woman he nearly chocked a man for admitting that he wanted her, the woman he spared a family traitor for because he owned him her life...

They demonstrated his protectiveness of Sansa for a reason. Arya is just as important to Jon, but she will not be the “Key” in Season 8 as she has her own story to finish, her own demons to slay (Cersei being only of them).

Jon threatened to kill Littlefinger “himself” if he touched Sansa. Now that Littlefinger is dead, this scene has become a stand-in for someone, anyone who dares to touch Sansa…

So if we’re all not totally off with our speculations and the abduction plot does happen, we it’s safe to say tht Jon will go totally berserk and it will be a thing of beauty (at least for Jonsas everywhere):

#jonsa #jon x sansa #s8 speculation #sansa stark #ymbq #cersei lannister

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jjang-jjang-hope · 6 years ago

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The Truth Untold - Chapter One

Summary:�� Y/n is the daughter of one of the first vampires and has always wished to live a human life. In 1818, she meets a young werewolf who steels her heart.

pairings: werewolf!jimin x vampire!reader + original characters for the rest of BTS

Word Count:1,338

Genre: fantasy, angst, eventual smut

Masterlist - Chapter Two

July 1818 – London

Y/n made her way through the docs, on the hunt for tonight's meal. Her clothing was tight and revealing, her shoes were painted red on the bottom, the common look of a lady of the night. She brushed the loose pieces of hair from her face as she continued on, earning glances from the weary and deprived men getting off the ships. She knew how to play the game, she's done it since mankind became aware of her kind. This was the easiest way. To have a vampire feed from you give you the same euphoric feeling as you would from sex.

"How much?" A man called from the shadows, his eyes raking up and down her body. A smirk played across her lips as she made her way to him.

"Five pounds." She stood in front of him, his hand moving to place itself on her waist.

"Three and you've got a deal." Y/n nodded and grabbed his hand, pulling him to her designated 'spot'.

An hour later, the man wobbled out of the room and back on to the streets. His wallet missing, as well as half of his blood, leaving him with enough to get back to his boat. Y/n wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth and fixed her hair before heading out and back home. As she made her way out, the smell of dog filled the air.

"A full moon..." She huffed, knowing her father would be pissed for being out.

Halfway home, a jet-black wolf jumped out in front of her and growled, stopping her dead in her tracks.

"Oh come on, can't you just leave a girl alone." She asked as the wolf stalked closer.

"You're hunting on our land, during a full moon no less." He growled out. "You're going against the accords." Y/n rolled her eyes at him.

"Do you not know who I am? The accords don't apply to me. I've walked this earth since the dawn of time, well almost. Like 40 years after the dawn of time, but still." She pouted out as the wolf circled her.

"All vampires must obey the accords-" his words were cut off by a silver haired wolf.

"Enough Yoongi. She cannot be touched. Jimin already checked up on her meal, he's alive and well. If she killed it would be a different story but she didn't." His tone carried the one of an Alphas. "You must be Vincent's eldest. It's a pleasure to meet you." He bowed his snout, the one called Yoongi followed suit, as well as the amber colored one in the shadows.

"It's finally nice to meet you Namjoon, my father has spoken highly of you. Speaking of my father, I must get home now before he kills me for being out this late."

"Please, let me have one of my wolves walk you home. With it being a full moon and all, it would be safest that way."

"Thank you very much Namjoon, but I think I can handle myself."

"I insist. A lot of other packs aren't too happy with your kind. Jimin," he called and the amber wolf made his way over, "Please make sure Miss Y/n gets home alright." The wolf nodded in response and moved to her side, nudging her hand with his nose lightly. The two headed on their way, she waved back at Namjoon before he was out of sight.

"And what do they call you?" She asked the wolf at her side.

"Jimin."

"Pleasure to meet you Jimin."

Over the years, the Phantom Coven and Namjoons pack – The Native Keepers – kept a close bond. Never stepping on the others toes or crossing the line, living within their own rules and keeping peace. Vincents eldest, Y/n, was the closest with the immortal wolves. She developed friendships with even the harshest of the wolves and developing the strongest friendship with him as well.

This all changed once humans became aware of the supernatural, causing them to hide and find ways to live among them. Half of Namjoons pack was hunted down and killed, and the coven went into hiding, trying to find witches to procure a daylight amulet for them so they could live among the humans.

September 1920 – New York City

Y/n sat in a booth, sipping on a cocktail as she waited for Yoongi, she was dressed in a black tank top dress and an elaborate head band, her usually long hair was cut short.

"Bloodsucker," Yoongi said as he took a seat across from her, a blonde woman took a seat next to him, their hands entwined.

"Long time no see mutt." Y/n eyed the girl up and down. Her hair was a golden blonde and fell in waves over her shoulders. She was dressed as in a tight, white gold tee-shirt dress covered in beading and ending above the knees. Yoongi wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. She turned her head and gave him a smile full of love and showing off a silver circle with lilies and music notes inside. She was his mate. "Did you bring me a snack as a present?" Y/n teased, her eyes flashing red and fangs popping out to frighten the girl. Her eyes went wide in shock and Yoongi let out a deep growl and pulled her closer.

"If you ever touch her, I will rip your throat out. I don’t give a shit about the accords or our friendship." He pushed the blonde behind him getting ready to pounce if he had to.

"Relax Yoon. I was kidding. Besides, I brought the cutie at the bar in the back earlier for a snack. I already saw your mark. She's your mate, your true love. I wouldn’t ruin our friendship over anything. Anyway love, what's your name?" Y/n turned her focus to the blonde.

"Winifred." Her voice was weak and she leaned in more towards Yoongi.

"You can relax darling." Yoongi whispered into her ear and began to draw circles on her waist. Y/n flagged down the waiter.

"Another please. Also, a whiskey on the rocks and a glass of merlot." The waiter nodded before heading off.

"How'd you know I like merlot?" Winifred asked, looking back between Yoongi and Y/n.

"Y/n's the only child of two of the first vampires, which means she has a gift. Her father can read minds, her mother has visions. Y/n on the other hand, is just very lucky. Any guess she has is always right." Y/n nodded as the waiter came back, placing the drinks on the table and taking her empty glass.

"Anyway, fill me in on life. How's the pack? How's Joonie bear?" Yoongi chuckled at the pet name for his alpha.

"He's good. Everyone's good. The packs grown. We now have Hoseok, Jin, Jungkook and Taehyung. Jimin is still around. Hoseok found his mate. Her names Jinglin and she's a dark farie which is so weird because he's always so bright and cheerful. Jin is the oldest so far and his shitty ass jokes are going to eventually kill me." Winifred snickered at the comment and took a sip of her wine. "Taehyung and Jimin are best friends and rarely leave the others side. Which is good because he's been a little off since we came to New York. Jungkook is our youngest, and when he joined he brought his wife, Lena, with him. She's a witch and healer so she protects us and all that. She also acts like the mother in the group."

The three sat around catching up for another two hours before eventually parting ways. As Y/n exited the bar and hailed a cab, her thoughts went to the amber wolf she met so long ago in London.

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fernwehbookworm · 6 years ago

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Knight of Kandor- Chapter 19

I don't think I have ever been happier. I spent almost every moment with Lena. Still, every moment was tainted with worry and despair for Jessica and for the impending courtship. I saw it seep into the edges of Lena's smile. It hunched her normally proud posture just slightly when she sat reading in the window. Alex always found a way to leave us as much as possible. I was so thankful for that, although I am pretty sure she used any excuse to go into the city to meet with Maggie. Lena and I took full advantage of the times that Alex disappeared. Tonight was the first night of the festival with a lavish party being thrown in the castle for most of the upper class. Lena was going to be seated among the nobles on the floor but we knew the prince would seek her out, following his mother's instructions. We had managed to avoid him for the past couple of days since the meeting in the garden.

The DEO was getting closer and closer to finding a way out for lady Jessica. We knew also that as soon as we did we would have to move fast. Who knew what Queen Rhea would do when she no longer had a way to control Lena. The apprehension was starting to wear on me as I thought of everything that could go wrong. Alex was finishing tying up Lena's hair while I slipped shoes on to her feet. I look up at Lena and she meets my eyes.

"Beautiful," I say with a smile and she smiles back.

"Alex does all the hard work," she responds.

"Trust me, it isn't hard work with you." Alex squeezes Lena's shoulder before moving to tidy up the mess of hair and makeup products on the vanity. I offer Lena a hand to help her stand.

"Don't worry. It is very usual to keep personal servants close at hand here. The nobles don't like to share or wait for help. Alex and I will never leave your side. Alex is very good with names thanks to her time serving Lady Lucy so she can help you with that." Lena nods and smooths her skirt down nervously.

Rumors had begun to circulate through the kitchen staff and soldiers to the rest of the castle about the mysterious noblewomen in the high tower. People speculated who she was, what she was doing here, and where she had come from. Soon enough outlandish tales began to spread. People claiming the woman was hideous or was too beautiful to be looked at directly. Some claimed she was a bastard daughter while others said she was brought to marry the prince. Those were the only people even remotely close to the truth.

The night was loud. Music poured out of every doorway, accompanied by laughter and shouting. Food filled every surface and its smell permeated the air. Beer and wine flowed freely from casks and pitchers as castle servants were constantly moving through the crowd to refill glasses. The people of Daxam really knew how to throw a party. I watched carefully from a distance as the prince took Lena for a third dance this evening. Lena was stiff and keeping her space while still remaining elegant. When the song ended she extracted herself from the prince and dodged a half-dozen other suitors to return to the table. Lena picks up two bottles of wine and hands them to me before grabbing a couple oranges. Without a word we begin to make our way back to her room, clearly, Lena was done with this celebration. Alex manages to disappear before we reach the tower and the guards let us up without a glance.

Once inside I set down the bottles and begin to help Lena rid herself of the heavy dress so she is just standing in a shirt. She let out a deep sigh of relief.

"Ugh, finally. This is as bad as torture. I think I would rather be in the dungeons then pretending to like these people. They are horrible. They act like anyone without titles aren't even people. I mean, did you see that man kick the poor serving girl just for not refilling his glass before it was empty."

"I know, love. That is what Alex and I and the rest of our family are trying to change." A weird look passes over Lenas features.

"What was that look for?" I ask her as she pours two glasses of wine for us.

"It's nothing." But Lena doesn't look at me.

"Lee, what is it? I mean I know what we do isn't very tasteful but I think it's necessary. You said it yourself, they treat everyone horribly and,"

"No, Kara it's not that."

"Then what is it?" I accept the wine she holds out for me. Lena bites her lip which even though she looks nervous it was extremely attractive.

"You said... you called them family. And after all of this, if we make it out alive, if you came back with me I would be taking you away from your family." Lena looks at me with watery eyes. I reach up and cup her cheek with my hand.

"You are my family. Winn and John and James are my family. I would follow you anywhere Lena. And who knows, the DEO may just come with us because it will be very dangerous for them to stay. Distance doesn't mean they won't be my family. I chose them and they chose me. Leaving here won't be a goodbye, okay?" Lena nods and I place a light kiss on her lips before helping her sit.

(Smut Warning, Look for Page Break)

After a few silent minutes of sipping on wine, Lena picks up one of the oranges and methodically begins to peel it. I watch as she begins to pull apart the segments and lay them on the table. Suddenly she stands and moves in front of me. She takes the glass from my hand and sets it on the table before straddling my lap. She offers me an orange slice only allowing me to bite into half of it as she holds it up to my mouth. I watch her, unsure of what we are doing. As I bite into the sweet orange, I feel some of the juice squirt out and splash on her hand. Lena sticks the other half in her own mouth before repeating the process. On the third slice, Lena gently pushes the whole piece into my mouth, her finger follows and I taste the sweetness that lingers on it. She moans softly as my tongue swirls around it. She bites her lip and it is so much more attractive than earlier.

The next slice Lena places in her own mouth but she gently grips half of it between her teeth. She ducks her head to brush the slice against my own lips and I understand what she wants. Slowly I bite down on my half and my lips brush hers. Rao, I love oranges, I think. The second time Lena does it I have enough of her teasing. This time when I bite down my half I surge forward and complete the kiss. Then I grip Lena's thighs and stand. She lets out a squeal of surprise but wraps her legs around me easily.

"Rao, I love oranges." She says. I laugh.

"That's what I was thinking. But there is something else I think I'd like to eat tonight." Even in the moonlight, I see Lena blush.

"Are you sure?"

"Completely." I gently drop Lena on the bed to remove my dress and then help her pull her shirt over her head.

I immediately go to her ear. Nibbling on it always gets Lena really worked up. We slowly shift to the middle of the bed and Lena nestles into the pillows, soft moans escaping her lips as I switch ears. Nails run gently up and down my back as I settle between her legs. I move down Lena's neck, kissing and grazing my teeth against her skin. I knew I couldn't leave a mark there but it was so tempting. I move lower, down her chest and to one breast. I hadn't had much to drink tonight but I could feel Lena's presence intoxicating me.

"I could do this forever," I mumble into her breast before licking a nipple, Lena arches into me slightly.

"As much as I appreciate foreplay, please don't." I laugh and the vibrations cause her to moan.

"I mean, be here, in bed, with you," I say while switching to the other side.

"Hmm, me too. Oh Rao, do that again." I softly bite down on the nipple again as instructed. Then I move to the soft underside and suck hard, determined to mark her somewhere, even if no one else would see it.

"Fuck Kara." Lena's hands grip my head and keep me close. I smirk into her skin. Lena's hips have been slowly rocking into mine, she was getting impatient. I place wet kisses down her stomach, making my way slowly to the heat I could already feel between her legs. Lena had taught me a lot over the past couple of days but I hadn't done this yet. I hadn't tasted her yet. Goosebumps raise on my skin at the thought as pleasure courses through my own body. Small butterflies make themselves known in my stomach at the new experience.

"Tell me what you need. Guide me."

"Always." Lena's breath hitches as I place a kiss just on her outer lips.

"Slowly dip your tongue in, start near the bottom then go up. You'll know when you reach my clit."

I do as instructed. And Rao I love how she tastes. I've never tasted anything like it and it is so distinctly Lena. Salty with a hint of sweet. When I find her already enlarged clit her back arches off the bed.

"Not so direct. Circle it. A little less pressure. Yes, mmmm, that's it." Lena relaxes into the bed. I glance up and am awed by the relaxed features of her face as she closes her eyes and loses herself in the pleasure. I feel her fingers in my hair after I close my own eyes to focus on the task at hand and Lena continues to emit soft sounds of pleasure.

"Okay, now just slide your tongue down to my entrance or just use your finger." I decide to try my tongue first. The slickness of Lena fills my senses. My tongue dips into her and she moans and her fingers tighten in my hair.

"Same as you would with a finger, in and out." Lena is no longer as relaxed as she was before. I can feel her tensing beneath me as her breath quickens.

I begin to get much more comfortable with it. Pushing my tongue in and out but I feel Lena needing more as her hips begin to move slightly. I move back up to my original position and Lena starts to protest until my finger slides in. Her hips rock against my hand as she moans her appreciation. My finger works much better than my tongue at extracting noise from the beautiful woman under me. Continuing to follow my instincts, instead of just circling the swollen clit, I pull it softly into my mouth, sucking then soothing it with the flat of my tongue.

"Fuck Kara, do that again. Add another finger. Stop smiling down there." I suppress a laugh and wipe the smirk off my face as I do as I am told. My free hand reaches up to knead a breast and I see Lena use one of her hands to do the same to the other, rolling the hard nipple between fingers.

Lena's cries grow with each passing minute. I can feel the slickness between my own legs building with my own arousal. Lena's nails scrape against my scalp as she tenses and calls my name. I feel her walls contract and almost at the same time Lena cums on my face, and it drips down my chin and I do my best to lick up as much as possible, marveling at the taste of her.

"Oh, Rao Kara. I'm so sorry. You just had me so worked up. That's only the second time that's happened to me." I hum and crawl back up to her head.

"Don't apologize. I take it as a compliment." I lean down and kiss the beautiful woman, letting her taste herself still on my tongue. A hand creeps between my legs and I moan as fingers press against me.

"Rao Kara." I am already pressing against fingers that are not providing any relief.

"Fuck Lee."

It really doesn't take much for me to cum. Despite my brain being so focused on learning how to please Lena, my body was reacting to her. Once I stopped focusing, all that arousal crashed into me at once and Lena didn't make me wait for it. Kissing me deeply while fucking me with her fingers. Her thumb pressed lightly against my clit and moving with each thrust. It is quick and pleasure wracks my body as Lena helps me come down from the soaring high. Once I begin to relax back into her she untangles herself from me and I groan in protest.

"We have to change the bedding. I love that you made me cum so hard but, Kara dear, I am not sleeping on soaked sheets." I agree reluctantly with her.

I get up and get the extra bed sheets while she strips off the soiled. In a few short minutes we are both comfortably laying together, Lena's back flush with my front. Her head rests on the pillow my arm is tucked under and my other arm is wrapped protectively around her. Our legs tangle together as our eyes grow heavy and we fall into a peaceful sleep.

The next morning I gather up all the laundry I can mix in with the sheets, planning on doing that for most of the day. Lena sits in bed reading, avoiding all contact she can with people in the castle. She was able to get the Master Bookkeeper to let her borrow books from the libraries so she had a nice little stack next to the bed. A sharp cry startles both of us, me out of my staring, and Lena out of her book. Killer is perched on the window sill, one claw grasping a roll of parchment. When I take it from her she flies off immediately to return to her perch. I break the seal that has the DEO symbol pressed into the cooled wax.

We might have a way. Come home.

Maggie's handwriting for sure. I turn to Lena who is already right behind me, reading over my shoulder. I swallow, realizing she is still naked and so close. Not the time, I think. I open my mouth but she beats me to it.

"Go. Start the laundry but have someone else finish because Lady Elena would like a new dress to watch the prince in the final jousting tournament. It will be a rush order since it is only two days notice but I have the gold to pay." She moves away from me to the writing desk to pick up a small pouch of coins. I swear she purposefully sways her hips just a little more, knowing I am for sure watching.

"I'm thinking red to stand out. In whatever the latest Daximite style." I nod and kiss her.

"We will save her. And I will take you home. On my life."

"Just save her. I don't want my throne if it means your life." I kiss her hard again before picking up the basket of dirty clothes and sheets, leaving Lena alone with her books.

We wait two days. Everyone who's anyone will be at the jousting tournament. Guards in the castle will be bare minimum to have the most force in the actual tournament. It was taking place in the secured stadium fields about half a mile from the castle itself. The stadium was huge. Seating thousands of people, the richest near the floor while the poorest were near the sky. At the end of the tournament, there would be a feast right here in the stadium. Classes would mix, drink would flow, and dancing would last until the sun was in the sky again. That is when we would move.

Lena was so gorgeous I swear my heart stopped for a second. The dress was a bright web with a stiff netting the same color wrapping her torso. It fit her form perfectly. The top dipped low in the front but created an almost short cape in the back. On her arms were slipped two red sleeves that were almost like gloves. I smile to myself at her first reaction putting on the dress. 'Rao, is this really what they wear? I feel like my boobs are trapped in a cage.'

Alex and I stood behind Lena and the table she shared with several other women vying for the prince's favor. Lena ignored the squabbling in favor of her wine glass and the cheese and hard meats on the table in front of them. When the prince emerged for his first joust, the other women jumped to their feet and began waving favors for the prince to take. Lena stayed seated until a harsh look from Queen Rhea caught her eye. Reluctantly, Lena joined the others, waving a red handkerchief that matched her dress, standing out from the soft whites, pinks, and blues already being waved. After much showing off and theater like indecision, Prince Michael selected Lena's and tucked it into his breastplate. I don't know how much he knew about his mother's plan but for the most part, he seemed to truly believe Lena was Lady Elena Colby.

The tournament was long. Lasting through lunch and well into dusk. Torches were lit for the finals. The Prince against one of his own men. I never learned the sport but I am pretty sure the challenger through the tournament for his future king. Lena was only needed for a first dance with the prince as his chosen favor. After two dances she extracted herself, avoiding a kiss to let it land on her cheek before escaping from the noise and oppressive crowd with Alex and me.

"Where are you going?" a cold, chilling voice follows us out of the stadium doors. Queen Rhea and her personal guards.

"Forgive me, my lady. I have had a terrible headache from the heat of the sun all day. I am afraid if I do not lie down I may just be ill." Lena recites the excuse we came up with earlier, bowing to the queen with her head while Alex and I curtsy deeply to the Queen dressed in deep blue. A high collar protrudes from behind her head like a cat raising its hackles. The queen looks unconvinced by Lena's words.

"Please, your majesty, it is not this hot where I am from. It turns my stomach in the worst way." Lena tries, the queen purses her lips.

"Well, we cannot have that. At least you were able to enjoy a dance with my son. I expect another one at tomorrow's feast."

"As you wish, my lady." Lena bows her head again and the queen turns back the way she came. A carriage waits to return us to the castle, A line of them waiting for partiers to finally try to stumble home. We ride silently, not daring to say anything with prying ears just outside the carriage.

The plan was simple. I had snuck my climbing ropes along with a harness that Caitlyn had designed in with Lena's laundry. They waited for me coiled under the bed. We would go upstairs as expected and Alex would leave us like usual. Alex would head back towards the celebration, using the excuse of being dismissed for the night if she was questioned leaving the palace again. Just before she reached it, however, she would slip into one of the underground tunnels the DEO had found as they had been mapping them out. Our field agents as we had begun to call them, would meet Alex with a change of clothes for her. Mine were already in Lena's room with the ropes. After frantic and long searches, we had found a tunnel leading to the dungeons. It was little more than a water runoff channel so it was cramped but it would serve its purpose.

Alex and her group would enter from below. The guards would have been slipped sleeping herbs during their dinner and wouldn't be replaced until near dawn. It should be easy for Alex to slip in, pick the lock, and escape with Lady Jessica. I would be escaping out the tower window like I had before with much different occupants staying there. Lena would be hooked to me by the harness, however, not like before. I would have to support her weight and my own on the descent. Luckily, the DEO's greatest minds had come up with an ingenious repelling system that should help.

Apprehension builds in my stomach and my fingers twitch in anticipation. We aren't stopped by anyone, in fact, we see almost no one on our return to the castle. The hallways are sparingly lit with torches. Outside the tower door, with guards as witnesses, Lena dismisses Alex for the night. Slowly we climb to the top. We had to wait, if we left too early and for some reason, the queen decided to check on Lena, then she would know something was wrong. Lena sits in front of a fire I built and I pace, counting off the minutes until it's time to dress. I put on my own clothes, breathing deeply at the relief of them against my skin. The mottled clothing ranging from almost black to moonlight gray feel as much as home as Lena does. She watches carefully as I begin sliding various daggers into my sleeves and boots and behind my back and a dozen other places.Then as I strap on the belt that holds my throwing knives, handles wrapped in soft black leather to prevent any sort of shine. I hand Lena her own set and she looks at me in confusion.

"These clothes are designed to break up the human form to the eye. It will help us blend. Also, do you really want to climb down this tower in a dress?" Lena takes the clothes from me as I help her undress and then redress in the foreign garments.

"They are so soft." She says, running a hand over the opposite sleeve.

"Comfort is necessary when hiding in the same place for hours at a time. Plus they are light and durable. Easy to repair also." I pull my hood up and then the face mask attached to the tunic. Slowly I do the same for Lena and she watches me. Without a word, I retrieve the ropes and begin securing them to the heavy oaken bed frame as an anchor.

"Do you trust me?" I ask when I am done.

"With my life." I exhale with relief and then begin to step into my harness before Helping Lena with her own.

"This will attach you to me. I will do all the work, just hold on to me and don't look down." Lena nods.

I lead her to the window and make her face me.

"Arms around my neck. Legs around my waist. The harness will support most of your weight." I instruct her. Trying to keep my voice as calm as possible as adrenaline begins to course through my veins.

Warning bells thunder through the castle. Loud and deep, shaking the walls. Panic rushes up my throat as I look towards the tower door.

"Shit, they must have found Alex." Lena makes to step away but I have already clipped her to my own support vest.

"Go help her."

"No, she isn't alone and this is the mission. She will find a way. My sister would never forgive me if I left you up here, I would never forgive me." I reach down and pull Lena's thighs up, forcing her to wrap them around me or let us both fall. Her arms tighten around my neck and her face burrows into my hair.

"Is this a bad time to mention that I hate heights?" she mumbles and I laugh.

"Sorry, it's the only way." I gather the rope running through the steel hooks in my harness and step up onto the ledge, my back to the sky.

Slowly, I lower myself over the edge, pulling the rope tight at the top, allowing a loose coil in my left hand while my right holds on tightly above me and the rest falls away out of sight into the darkness. I begin walking down the wall placing each foot with care on the familiar, uneven surface. I hear shouting in the distance and pick up my pace, almost hoping down the wall. Lena tenses with each moment of weightlessness but never looks out. My boots reach the grass with a soft thud and I have to urge Lena to let go. When she does I hold a finger to my lips to stop anything she might say. From one of my pockets, I pull a whistle. I silently blow in the short pattern. No sound comes out but a soft hiss of air but I know its worked when a cry pierces the night. Killer uses her razor-sharp beak to snip through the thick rope. It tumbles into my arms rather loudly for my opinion but It means I am able to hide it in the hedges. I grab Lena's hand and begin to lead us to the small drain that would take us to the tunnels. I couldn't escape over the wall like last time so we were using one of the tunnels we had found in search of the dungeon. It would be tight but it would work.

We are almost there when I hear angry voices and see torchlight. Someone shushes them and douses the flame. In a hurry, I usher Lena into the manicured foliage that lines the wall we were about to turn around. I hear the distinct sounds of metal on metal.

"Hey watch where you point that thing. You won't find them if I am dead." Alex. What is she doing? Would she really turn on me to save her own life? Dark figures round the corner we were headed towards. I recognize Alex's moonlit form surrounded by large men, one with a sword lowered at her back.

"No offense, but I don't trust you." Comes a gravelly response. My heart stops. I know that voice. That voice had followed me everywhere for years. I step out before Lena can protest, pulling down my hood and face mask.

"John..." I say softly. His head turns from Alex to me. I pull down my mask and step closer.

"Kal..." He says just as reverently. A big smile overtakes his face and one spreads on mine. I sun to him and he picks me up in a bear of a hug. He had grown and know stood nearly a foot taller with muscles to match. He sets me down. And looks behind me before dropping to a knee. The others do as well. The others. All of them were my men. The familiar faces now marred with hard lines from who knows what.

"Stand all of you, this is not the time." Queen Lena Luthor commands.

The men rush to their feet. And actually, move to surround us.

"What is going on?" I ask.

"Later sis. They cleared a path from the eastern gate and set a fire at the western one. We have to move now. Once we get in the city we can use one of our larger entrances for our new friend's sakes."

"Jess?" I ask knowing Lena need to hear too.

"Safe with the others and someone named Donovan."

We move as one then. I keep Lena in front of me and behind Alex as half walk half run to the east. The already thin guard was too busy with the fire to be found here. I had forgotten how loud plate mail could be, cringing at the movements of the men around me. Suddenly A figure appears above the gate we are headed towards. I see him peering at us through the dark, trying to determine whether or not to raise an alarm.

"Kara." Alex hisses.

"Too far. Twenty paces than a boost. John, move." He doesn't hesitate, easily following the command and stepping out of mine and Alex's path.

We sprint. On Alex's twentieth step she turns and braces, cupping her hands and bending her knees. I am just a few strides behind. Just like we had practiced I step into her hands and she launches me upwards, never slowing. As we had run, I slipped a dagger from my belt and at the top of my arch, I throw it. I see the man inhale to shout. The exhale never comes. The dagger stops it by sinking into the man's throat and he drops with a soft thud. I tuck and roll as the ground rushes to meet me and turn to see the group stopped several paces behind Alex.

"Come on." I gesture harshly for them to keep moving.

Alex takes the lead now while I fall in next to Lena, taking her hand. The streets are empty outside the castle. We rush through back alleys, twisting and turning. Some are so narrow we have to move in single file and some are wide enough for two carts. Eventually, we stop at the house of a supporter. One Alex and I used frequently to get home. A tunnel ran under her root cellar. Alex knocks and waits.

"There is a fire in my hearth." Comes the voice from the other side, just loud enough to be heard.

"We shall rise, burning and free." Is Alex's response. The woman opens the door to allow Alex in, Her eyes going wide at the men behind her.

"I can't explain now, We just need to get home. It's an emergency."

"I'll say, you can hear the bells from here."

"I know Izzy." With a nod, Izzy lets us in and we quickly use the secret hatch to the root cellar and then into the tunnels underneath.

The trip is long, dark and quiet. I have so many questions. For now, I settle for Lena's hand still firmly in mine and the knowledge that Jessica is safe. We end up at the ladder leading up through the cliff that houses our home. It's a long way up from where we are and Lena looks up the shaft with apprehension.

"I'll catch you if you fall," I say softly as Alex begins the assent.

Lena follows with me right behind and the men behind me. At the top, we follow Alex through our ever-expanding home. She calls for anyone present to go to the common room, what we had begun calling the room with all the pillows and books. Alex's voice echoes through the halls. I see the men behind me trying to take in the intricate maze of hallways. The base now housed forty women on a regular basis and near one hundred if we were all gathered in one place. We had to expand the kitchen and common room as well as adding on bedrooms, training rooms, and a healing room. We pass through the kitchen and into the common room. It is filled with women, including the team who brought Jessica back, who is leaning heavily on a man in steel, Donovan.

"Jess!" Lena calls. She pulls away from me and runs to her friend, pulling her into a tight hug.

"So Danvers. We send you for two women and you bring back nine men. The first men to ever be here I might add," Maggie leans against the wall next to us with her arms crossed.

"Well, it happens when they hold you at sword point and almost ruin a rescue operation."

"I think it's time for debriefing. Felicity, Sara, and Thea gather what food and wine you can and pass it around. The rest of us sit and listen." Maggie says with a hint of authority in her voice. Women grumble all around and soldiers sit with the clumsiness of armor restricting their movements.

I delivered into the short tale of Lena's and I's escape, ending with finding Alex. Food and drink are passed around the crowded room. Alex begins then with rescuing Jessica and being taken by John to lead them to me. Then every eye turns to my former squire and he realizes it's his turn to speak but I can see he is unsure where to start.

"We know up until when you were ambushed and Queen Lena was taken. Start with what happened after." I prompt.

"After the ambush. I woke to a near empty camp. The soldiers had returned to the castle, our guard being the only men who stayed and waited until I woke up almost two days later. We were planning on returning to the castle when riders from further south came galloping into our camp. The prince among them. He had received word on the attack already. We told him what had happened. He was angry. Righteously so. He planned on taking the whole army deep into Cadmium to follow his sister's captors. I stopped him. I pledged my life to protect the heart of the crown and that included him. After several days of arguing and meeting and strategizing, he allowed for my men and I to attempt a rescue. Some of the Queen's Guard heard the attackers saying that they were taking her to Daximite, to Queen Rhea. We spent most of the time simply avoiding every road we could, only venturing into populated areas for supplies and direction towards the capital. When we were finally able to sneak into the city, we learned all we could of the castle. We also found out about the tournament and knew that would be the night to try to rescue the queen. So we set the distraction, scaled the wall and found the dungeons, only to find the guards asleep. That's when we found Alex and now we are here."

"Lex was angry?" Lena's soft voice from next to Jessica.

"Yes, my queen. It took a lot for me to keep him from forcing the whole army south."

"Then he doesn't know. Lex wasn't apart of it." Lena says, almost to herself. John looks confused but I push past it.

"Where is Prince Alexander now?"

"Waiting just on the other side of the border. He was going to have an eastern section of the army push the lines to pull attention from the West to make it easier for us to get back."

"We will leave in the morning then."

"Ah, not to put a damper on things, but Lady Jessica should rest at least three days before travel. She is malnourished." Interrupts Caitlin.

"Besides we need to plan. This changes everything. We probably won't be able to get back into the castle now that Lena is free." Says Alex.

"Alex I swore I would take Lena home." I stand, my voice rising at the thought of them trying to stop me.

"I won't stop you, Kara. But once Queen Rhea knows Lena is missing, the city will be sealed, patrols will be everywhere. We need to think through this before we get ourselves killed." I glare but remain silent, knowing she has a point but not liking it.

"We are not reckless. We always have a plan. And we will for this as well. Anyone who doesn't live here permanently, return home. Keep your heads down and wait for further communications. Sara, show the Queen's Guard to the lower rooms. Caitlin, look after Lady Jessica in the Medical Bay. Dismissed." Maggie commands. Slowly people disappear leaving the Queen's Guard, Maggie, Alex, and Sara with me.

"Kal..." John starts but trails off.

"It's Kara now. Or again I guess." I tell him.

"Kara. We have all missed you. We..."John trails off.

"We want to serve under you again, captain." Connor supplies.

"I'm not a captain. Or a knight." I say.

"But you are. Master Winslow says the vows are for life, and when Queen Lena undoes the banishment, you can return to leading us." Says Anthony. I look at each of them. They all seem sure and in agreement with the men who had spoken. I look at John.

"You all really want that?"

"I will follow you anywhere," John says.

"If my queen will have me, then yes, I'll return." We all look at Lena.

"Kara, I already told you I need you. I need you by my side to take back my kingdom. But I am not Queen yet though my mother will pay for what she has done."

"My pardon, your highness. To us, you are queen. You are the rightful heir and now knowing that Queen Lillian did this, she has no right to rule us." Says John, Rao bless that boy. Lena just nods.

"Sara you can show them to their rooms. I will come by later. I am going to take Lena to see Jessica."

In the medical Bay, Lady Jessica lays on one of the twenty beds with Donovan sitting by her, holding her hand. We hadn't had to use this room really, but Caitlin insisted on its construction. Donovan looks up at our interest and tries to stand but Lena waves him off, focused on Jessica's prone form.

Her cheeks were shallow and her skin was ashen. Her hair was as dirty as her clothes but still, she smiled when she saw Lena.

"My lady. I told you would find a way." Tears roll down Lena's cheeks as she practically throws herself on her friend. Her arms wrap around her.

"I'm so sorry... I... I should never have taken you with me. Then sh...she wouldn't have been able to use y...you." Lena sobs into Lady Jessica's chest. Jessica uses her free hand to soothingly run her fingers through her Queen's hair.

"Shhh... I'm okay. It's all okay. They just didn't give me as much food as they should have. No one laid a finger on me. We are going to be okay."

I stand frozen in the doorway. Unsure how to handle this. As Lena's breathing slows, Jessica finally looks to me. Her face scrunches in confusion.

"And who is this?" She asks. I guess I had changed a lot in the months since Kandor.

"Jess, this is Kara." Lena gestures for me to come take her hand. Recognition Dawn's on Jessica's face.

"Kara, oh Rao. Of course. Who else could save the queen? Rao, you look so..."

"Different?" I try.

"Feminine." I laugh at that.

"Well, there wasn't any reason to hide anymore."

"And are you two..." She gestures to us. In response, I wrap both my arms around Lena from behind and nod to the unfinished question.

"About time." Is all she says. Jessica settles back into the pillows and lets her eyes drift shut. We turn to leave the couple be. Donavon had watched me the whole time silently.

"Kara?" He says just as I open the door for Lena. I turn back to him and he stood right behind me. Before I can ask what he wanted, He had pulled me into a tight hug. I sound of surprise escapes my lips before I registered what is happening. Slowly my arms hug him back.

"It's good to have you back." He whispers.

"It's good to be back with you guys."

Donavon releases me after a moment more before turning back to sit next to the bed. Lena grabs my hand outside the room and lets's me lead her to my own room. I grab a torch on the way from one of the walls. I managed to convince Felicity to let me have one near the top of the plateau with easy access to the outside. It was far away from most of the others who lived here permanently. They chose to have rooms closer to the common living areas. I chose to be close to the sky. The room was small, only meant to house me. I had started to actually decorate on various trips back. A rug on the rough stone floor. Books stacked in various places. And expensive paints in one corner with a half-finished canvas of Killer in flight. The painting was new to me but I found I liked it.

"This is... not what I expected. You paint?"

"I'm learning," I say, moving around the room to light various candles and lamps before sticking the torch back outside in a bracket.

"Well, you are quite good." Lena sits on the bed and looks about.

"And you have a lot of books. Is reading better too then?"

"Yes. Thanks to you. And books always reminded me of your study, the days we spent there and you helping me." I sit next to her and take her hand.

"I can see it. I can see you, in this room. I can see you." She says softly and tears spring to my eyes that I swallow back.

"Even the me that can kill a man with ease?"

"I don't think that's you. Not who your soul is. It's your duty. You aren't a killer, you, Kara Danvers, are my hero." I look into her wet eyes and kiss her softly.

"Can we sleep? I'm exhausted." She asks.

"Please. I've missed my own bed. Not that yours is bad, but it's way too soft." Lena laughs. I move and press my back against the rough stone wall and pull Lena into my arms as we lay down. It doesn't take long for sleep to find me after the adrenaline crash I experienced from our escape.

#Supergirl #Supercorp #lena luthor #kara danvers #medieval #knight #au #assassin #KoK

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Either/Or: Rosie 5

As much as she knew her mothers would go with her, Rosie couldn’t do it with them. She just couldn’t, and so she got off the bus in an unfamiliar neighborhood after hacking into the police database and doing a little bit more of her own research.

She shouldered her bag and she took a deep breath as she walked down the street, occasionally looking at her phone for directions to the restaurant.

Her movie was almost done, and for some reason, Rosie felt happier than ever with her family. She just couldn’t shake this final thing she had to do, and she was raised to be brave and kind and so she couldn’t do it to her parents. They wanted to be there and hold her hand, and she couldn’t let them be that selfless.

The bell rang as she entered the little coffee shop. It was warm and smelled like bread and coffee and everything sweet. There was a few people throughout, relaxing and meeting, they didn’t do anything to notice her at all.

Rosie scanned the shop, looking for a face she didn’t mean to memorize. She slid into a seat before deciding on an order, and she tried to blend in while also searching.

Just like that, she suddenly existed in a room with the woman who left her on a subway train. Just like that, she suddenly spotted a woman, and waited for the connection to zap into her being, though nothing came at all. Instead, Rosie just sat her bag down on the ground and stared and waited for something to happen.

Eventually, she set up her laptop and camera to work on editing footage. She slid an earbud into one ear and listened with the other to the happening of the tiny world. About an hour into her watching, and still afraid to say anything, her phone buzzed, and she texted her mother that she was at the library.

“Hey, sweetheart,” a voice interrupted her texting back about dinner.

Slowly, Rosie lifted her eyes and followed the apron up to the collar, to a familiar face, to eyes that were very similar to her own. Her mouth went completely dry and her heart turned into that of a hummingbird’s.

“Can I get you anything? You look like you’re working hard. We have coffee and really good cinnamon buns.”

Still, she stared back and cleared her throat.

“No? I also have some donuts and apple twists. Tea, cakes, you name it, we try to make it well.”

Only silence existed as Rosie desperately tried to talk, her brain screaming at her tongue to do something, and it all getting jumbled in her cerebral cortex.

“You look… do I know you from somewhere?” the waitress furrowed and searched the weird, quiet patron’s face.

“Tea is fine. Green tea, if you have it.”

“I’m sure we do,” she smiled sweetly. “Back in a flash.”

As soon as she was back behind the counter, Rosie let out an entire lungs worth of air and felt her hands begin to shake. She hadn’t fully anticipated the telling part. Somehow she had to say things, and she couldn’t even order coffee properly.

Halfway through her belittling of herself, the door dinged again, and a pair of kids ran in with a gentleman following, lugging their colorful school bags and chiding them about being quiet. They were young, in no more than kindergarten and second grade, but they were cute enough, and obviously familiar with the place enough to feel comfortable to climb up on the stools and lean over the railing.

“Hi, babies,” the waitress greeted. “How was school?”

Kids. They were her kids.

Rosie shook her head and felt the blaring signals in her head telling her to bolt, and unlike just a minute ago, she decided to listen to them. Quickly, she shoved her camera in her bag and resigned herself to running scared.

“Sorry about that. The noise will die down. My kids are on the way out,” the waitress explained. “Sorry if they disturbed you.”

The mug of tea slid across the small table, joined by a delicious looking donut on a separate plate.

“Kids?”

“Those are mine,” she nudged over her shoulder. “Are you sure I can’t get you anything else?”

“No, thank you.” With that, she tossed a few bills on the table, gathered up what was left on the table, and bolted out of the café without looking back.

Rosie couldn’t leave. She left, but she couldn’t leave. So she sat at the bus stop and tried to clear her head, while at the same time, her brain did nothing but cloud it even more.

She had siblings. She had two siblings. She had a brother and a sister. She hadn’t thought of that part, of her… of Amy moving on and having a life. That was blindsiding.

Rosie sat and thought for a good, long while. She wondered if it was smart, she wondered if she could even meet this person. She wondered what to say, until she knew the words. She knew them but couldn’t articulate them. And she gathered a bit of spine and she nodded to herself as the sun went down, and she knew it was for herself. It was better to know. Her moms said as much, and her mother missed her chance, not finding out until it was too late that her birth mother was dead. Rosie didn’t want to risk any freak accidents when she came this close.

The bell dinged once more as she pushed through the door of the café.

Her mother was once the best superhero in the entire world, who lifted trains and stared at dangerous creatures and wasn’t afraid. Her mom took over entire companies and survived terrible things people said about her, and still she was hopeful and alive. Rosie could do this.

“Everything okay?” the same waitress greeted her as she approached the counter.

“Amy Carvallo?”

“I haven’t been called that in about ten years,” she smiled and searched the stranger’s face. “How can I help you?”

“Sixteen years, almost seventeen years, you left a baby on a train.”

Rosie said it very straight and very honest because like her mom said, there was no reason to stray from the facts. The facts were like a lion, able to defend themselves. She watched the stranger’s face go ghostly white.

“You’re…,” she gulped.

“I had a project to do. I was wondering if you would let me ask--”

“You have to go,” she shook her head. “You were… you were a different life. You have to… I can’t.”

It was hard enough to think of saying words to this woman who gave her away, so much so that Rosie never considered what she might say back. It stung more than she would have liked.

“I wanted to ask you--”

“Please. I’m sorry.”

The door rang again and the kids from earlier approached, racing to hug their mother. And all Rosie could do was disappear.

There was a sense, a cosmic understanding, a special way of figuring things out, that Lena just always knew what her daughter was feeling, no matter how hard she tried to find it. Kara attributed it to the fact that Lena was constantly in awe of, and therefore, constantly watching Rosie as a child. But she also believed it was just because their family was meant to be.

“Something’s up with the kid,” Lena muttered as they laid in bed reading.

But it never surprised Kara to hear Lena say such things. Her wife had premonitions often, which she described as an ability to read subtle clues on people she knew well. Kara rolled her eyes and put her book down on her lap.

“She seemed fine today.”

“She was off,” Lena corrected. “Something happened.”

“You’re worrying too much. It’s the video and how it’s coming to an end. There’s only one interview left.”

“Kara, I’m serious. Something is off with Rosie.”

With a heavy sigh, Kara tossed her book on the nightstand and rolled over toward her wife. Lena was the worrier, and she took the job seriously. There wasn’t a day that she wasn’t going out of her mind about something. Often, it was their daughter. Most of the time, it was global warming.

“What do you think is wrong with her?” Kara asked, knowing how to deal with this mood already. She learned how to weather her wife’s moods constantly.

“Obviously it has something to do with finishing her project. Do you think I pushed her too hard? Should we have talked to her about this sooner?”

“I think we wanted to forget. I know I did. I kind of just… I made myself not think about it because it was easier and because I knew that it would hurt her. In some way, it would.”

“She’s quiet,” Lena nodded, staring at the door at the other side of their room. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Just love her, and be there when she needs it. Believe it or not, you raised a pretty independent and resourceful young lady, Ms. Luthor.”

“Don’t call me that,” she smiled despite herself.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Danvers. I just think it’s important to remember that the next Luthor to take over the company will be another Danvers. I’m pretty impressed.”

“She doesn’t want to run LCorp,” Lena disagreed, settling into her wife’s arms despite her distracted brain.

“No kid wants to hang out at their mom’s job. That girl is obsessed with you,” Kara promised, kissing her wife’s cheek and temple, wrapping her arms around her tighter. “And she’s okay. She’s tough.”

“I know you think I’m crazy, but I’m telling you-- something is up.”

“I know, I know,” she soothed. “I don’t think you’re crazy.”

“Sometimes.”

“Yeah, sometimes.”

“Do you think she’s on drugs?”

Kara couldn’t help the laugh that came from her chest. It was so sudden, and emerged so completely, that she was almost startled by it. Lena pushed herself up on her elbow and looked at her wife, already disappointed in the reaction.

“I’m sorry, but that’s… no. There’s no way.”

“Do you think it’s a boy?”

“She tells you everything,” Kara shook her head, tugging Lena close again to soothe her worried mind. “There’s no way she has a secret boyfriend.”

“Girlfriend?”

“Oh honey, that girl is straighter than straight.”

“What is it then?”

“She’s sixteen years old,” Kara shrugged. “That’s a debilitating disease enough. That’s why I kind of just let her exist and don’t read too much into every frown or furrow.”

“I’m not crazy.”

“I know, I know,” she lied, cooing against the grump in her arms.

“If you wouldn’t have brought a stupid baby home, none of this would have happened.”

“I know.”

Kara closed her eyes and smiled. In her arms was the girl that changed her entire world, and there wasn’t anywhere else she wanted to be, even if she was slightly crazy and very unreasonable. But gradually, she felt the CEO relax and give into the warmth and the arms and the lips that murmured and kissed what they could reach.

“Rosie is fine. I’m fine. We’re all okay,” Kara promised.

“I love you,” Lena whispered, tugging Kara’s arm tighter around her own body.

“For someone who didn’t want a kid, you’re kind of a great mom.”

“I learned from you.”

Under the blankets, their legs shifted together. Kara smiled and hid it in her wife’s shoulder, content to have her back to normal for the night, amazed that she was still able to bring her back down from inside her head.

“So… do you want to fool around?” Kara murmured as they stilled.

At first she earned an elbow in the ribs. Just after that was a kiss that took her breath away, and she had her answer. Gratefully, she didn’t have any follow up questions.

“Hey, I’m thinking we try that new Moroccan place tonight,” Kara said as she did something on the other end of the phone. “Rosie is going over to Alex’s to work on the movie, and I haven’t romanced my wife in two weeks.”

“I cooked for you and wore that new Agent Provocateur corset three days ago,” Lena rolled her eyes and signed her name on a few documents as she sat at the small table in the corner of a café and worked the day away. “That wasn’t romantic enough for you, darling?”

“Oh, yeah, no, that was… yeah, plenty romantic,” she recalled, swallowing a lot of other adjectives to describe it, getting awfully sidetracked in her memory of the weekend when their daughter was at a friend’s house and they were alone.

“I hope I’m not so forgettable.”

“I haven’t thought of much else since, if we’re being honest,” Kara snorted. “But I know you’ve been stressed with the merger and your daughter, and I wanted to help you relax. A proper date. I’m courting you, Lena Danvers.”

“We’re married.”

“Courting!”

“I have an errand to run after work, but maybe a late dinner?” Lena compromised, checking her watch quickly. “Say around eight?”

“Eight. I’ll meet you there. I’ll be the one in the hot little red number.”

“Oh?” her interest was piqued. “Red you say?”

“I have a fancy black card too,” Kara reminded her. “And I had a minute to do some shopping. If you’re a good date, you might find out what else I bought.”

“Are you trying to seduce me, Kara Danvers?” Lena smiled, blushing still at the idea of her wife. Something about Kara always just earned the same reaction of disbelief and awe.

“Me? Never. I’m simply extending a cordial invitation to dine together.”

“I know what I’m hungry for already.”

“Lena!”

“You’re allowed to make innuendos and I’m not?” she chuckled, stacking her work in a new, neat pile and smiling to herself victoriously. She absently scrolled through some email on her tablet and sipped coffee, knowing full well she got a perfect little blush from her wife.

“I’ll see you at eight.”

“I can’t wait.”

It wasn’t a complete lie. Lena was over the moon excited, still feeling the remnants of ancient butterflies floating about because her wife asked her on a date. For a moment, she didn’t dread the rest of her day.

But today was the day. She wouldn’t tell her wife this part, or that she’d left the office almost two hours early, just so she could sit in the small café and watch the woman who gave birth to her daughter.

Frantically, Lena kept looking up from her work at the woman she’d come to memorize. There was a slight tilt to her nose that was almost Rosie’s, though Lena was almost sure it must have been her father. She had those eyes though, and the chin. The curls though, that wasn’t to be seen. It might have been frustration or jealousy, but Lena nitpicked everything until she was just a stranger with no tie to her daughter.

It was stupid, and Lena should have been excited or getting ready for her date. Instead, she was having a hell of a time coming to terms with her life at the moment.

“Hey, can I fill you up?” a voice interrupted her thoughts as she stared at a few more emails.

“Hm? Yes. What? Okay. Sure. Yes,” she managed as she met the eyes of her daughter.

“You look like you’re hard at work,” she smiled. “You visiting town on business?”

“I live here, actually.”

“We don’t get many Mason Street types down here,” the waitress smiled, laughing it away.

Nervously, she smiled awkwardly as Lena stared back with nothing but rapt attention. The gaze was intense, and it took her fidgeting slightly for Lena to blink and clear her throat.

“Thank you.”

“Do I know you from somewhere?”

“I don’t think so.”

“I do,” the waitress furrowed and cocked her head, breaking Lena’s heart. “I recognize you now. You’re Lena Luthor.”

“Danvers,” the CEO corrected. “Been married about twenty years now.”

“Right, sorry,” she smiled, happy with herself. “I just never thought I’d have the most powerful woman in the country or world in my little coffee shop.”

“I do enjoy a good cup of coffee, just like normal people.”

“I didn’t mean… I just… It’s kind of amazing.”

“It is,” Lena nodded, staring back at her expectantly, waiting for her to know, to just understand. But it wasn’t coming, and her stomach burned.

“Well if you need anything else, just let me know--”

“You left a baby on a train sixteen, almost seventeen years ago,” the CEO blurted, unable to stop herself.

The look of horror evident on the waitresses face was the most grotesque thing she’d ever seen, but still, Lena couldn’t back away.

“There’s no-- You-- she--”

Without asking, Amy took a seat and stared, dizzy and dazed at the table, her eyes wide and her mouth kind of sputtering to find something.

“She wants to meet you. I don’t know how to do this, but as her mother, I think--”

“I can’t. I told her I can’t. I’m sorry. That was a different life. I’m a different person. I have a family now, a business. I just--” she looked helplessly at Lena before steadying herself. “She’s not my daughter. I have a life, and kids, and I gave up all of my vices. She is from another person who doesn’t exist anymore.”

“She’s your daughter.”

“She did fine without me. She’s Lena fucking Luthor’s daughter. I’m sorry. I just can’t. I don’t have anything for her, and she doesn’t need anything from me.”

“You don’t even want to--”

“Please. Tell her to stay away from me. You have to understand that it’s for her own good.”

“How?”

“I was an addict. Her father was a good-for-nothing dealer who died in an alley on the low end of the streets where she’s probably never imagined going. I had her and I got clean. I found a life, and I always hoped she had a better one than I could offer. She doesn’t need anything from me.”

“You don’t want to know her?” Lena balked at the idea. Her daughter was the greatest human on the planet. Everyone should want to know her.

“I’m sure she’s spectacular. Hell, I’m sure she’s probably the greatest kid on the planet, which is a miracle considering me and her father, but no. I can’t. I’ve moved on.”

“Have dinner with us, at least.”

“I’m sorry. It’s better if she forgets. Trust me.”

“You’re protecting yourself, not Rosie,” Lena stood, agitated and angry, wishing her own birth mother was alive to hear a rant. “You’re a coward, and I am glad she’s nothing like you.”

“Me too,” Amy whispered, shaking her head, her eyes glassy as she flexed her jaw. She couldn't look at the CEO as she gathered her items and put them in her bag.

Disgusted and angry at mothers in general, Lena dug in her bag and tossed a large wad of bills on the table.

“You get one chance here. If this is what you decide, then you can’t go back on it.”

“I’ve already decided,” she said, not looking up.

With a shake of her head, Lena blinked back tears herself and walked out.

The bench at the bus stop was becoming a home. Nearly every day for the past two weeks, Rosie spent the afternoon watching the woman who gave birth to her move around the café. She watched those kids run in and love her, and for the life of her, Rosie just couldn’t understand any of it.

She also couldn’t understand what her mother was doing leaving the café. And most assuredly, she could not begin to comprehend the flood of emotions on the CEO’s face as their eyes locked across the street.

Both simple stared at each other, unsure of what to do or what could even matter. They knew they couldn’t pretend it didn’t happen, and yet they both desperately hoped for that with their entire beings. Lena immediately tried to compose herself, wiping her cheek and setting her jaw before walking across the street, barely giving a glance in either direction.

“Going with Aunt Alex to the DEO to work on the movie,” Lena repeated as she sat down beside her daughter on the bench. “That was what you said this morning.”

“I was there for a minute, so I didn’t technically lie,” Rosie offered before earning an exasperated look from her mother. “I’m sorry.”

Fiddling with her fingers, Rosie sighed heavily, afraid to look up at the coffee shop again, afraid to look at her mom, afraid to really move, if she was being honest. Instead, she just sat there and knit her hands together.

“I told Kara that something was going on with you. I’m guessing this isn’t your first visit?”

Guilty, Rosie shook her head. She flexed her jaw, and the wavy kind of curls fell in her face before she gathered them in an antsy hand and pushed them around atop her head, creating a bigger mess. It was Kara’s quirk that she’d picked up somewhere along the past sixteen years. It broke Lena’s heart slightly.

“I don’t think I’ve handled it very well,” Lena finally sighed, fiddling with the ring on her finger as she did when she was anxious. “I’m sorry for that. You’re hiding things to protect me, and that should never be something you feel you have to do.”

“I know. I didn’t mean to, I just didn’t know how.”

“As hard as it is, just you… yous ay the words, honey. I won’t ever hate you or be hurt.”

“I thought this would be easier,” Rosie ran her hands over her face and leaned forward, huddling into herself slightly.

Lena put her hand on her daughter’s back and rubbed there until she leaned back and rested against her shoulder.

“It’s not fair. It feels like everything is different now, and I can’t get it back to how it was.”

“Nothing has changed,” Lena promised, kissing her forehead and resting her cheek against her daughter’s messy hair. “We’re still a family. You’re a Danvers, just like me. You’ve always been your own person, and not one thing that has happened changed your character, and it certainly hasn’t changed our family.”

“Yeah.”

“She didn’t want to even talk to me. I didn’t know what to ask. I have… she has… a son and a daughter.”

“As hard as it is, you have to respect her wishes. I can’t understand not wanting to know you,” the mother smiled. “But I can certainly understand leaving the past there. I was a different person when I met Kara. I was different when my father was around and going crazy. We grow and change, and sometimes people only survive by completely shutting it out.”

“Yeah.”

“No more lying, okay?”

“Did you tell Mom you were here?” Rosie challenged, peaking her eyebrow like her mother, which was annoying and endearing all at once to Lena.

“Tomorrow. No more lying tomorrow.” Her daughter shook her head and settled back on her mother’s shoulder. “I love you, darling.”

“I love you too.”

“Did you eat?”

“Not yet. I really do have to go see Aunt Alex.”

“I’ll drop you off on the way. Let me call Cal to get us.”

“Could we stop for Thai?”

“We can grab you and Alex and J’onn some, but I have a date tonight.”

“Do I know her?” Rosie joked, earning a laugh and roll of her mother’s eyes. “It’s a school night. I need you home by ten.”

“This afternoon might not be the time to press your luck.”

“But I’m so cute and charming.”

“God you’re just like your mother.”

From the café, Amy watched the most powerful woman on the planet kiss her daughter’s temple and laugh at something she must have said, each taking a kind of comfort in the embrace, and for the briefest of moments, she reconsidered before shaking her head and deciding to leave it be in the past, as much as it hurt all over again.

“Are you nervous?” Kara asked, lulling her head to the side as she looked at her wife.

“Actually, I’m not,” Lena smiled, and it was the truth. She squeezed her wife’s hand and lifted it to kiss the back of it. “She worked hard on it, and I think my nerves were just me being afraid and wanting to protect her. But man, our kid is so smart and strong and good.”

“She really is. But I did overhear her talking to Maddie about a boy at school.”

“I trust her, but perhaps another sex talk.”

“It’s your turn this time.”

“But you do so well, honey,” Lena promised, watching her wife wane. “I’d just muck it up.”

“It’s your turn,” Kara disagreed.

“Fine.”

The car wove along the busy streets back toward their home that they’d been dismissed from by their daughter to set up for the first screening of her only movie. An impromptu date was always welcomed though.

“Do you want to fog up the windows a bit?” Kara asked, a small grin dripping from her lips. She wiggled her eyebrows to add to it, earning a laugh.

“Hmm,” Lena debated, looking out the windows to estimate how long until home. “You’ve got about seven minutes, Supergirl. Make it worth my while?”

Kara didn’t even respond, just kissed her wife quickly.

“Are you nervous?” Connor asked as his cousin paced around the kitchen, looking for nothing in particular. Rosie’s cousin snagged a carrot from the platter and crunched it. “You look nervous.”

“I’m not nervous.”

“You look nervous.”

“I’m not,” she snapped before leaning against the counter. “I lied to them again.”

“How am I the one who gets grounded more than you? I wish I had two moms instead of Superman and the best reporter of all time.”

“Second best,” the younger cousin retorted with a smirk.

“We’re not having this debate again.”

Rosie crossed her arms and debated what to say, but there wasn’t much point in sugarcoating anything with Connor. He understood what it felt like to live up to unfathomable love and self-imposed expectations. Both of their parents, both sets of world-saving philanthropists, they never expected anything other than joy and happiness from their kids, and yet both Connor and Rosie held themselves to high, invisible standards.

“How do you feel, after it all?” he asked, eyeing his cousin.

There was a familial soft spot for her, even though she was younger. He remembered when they got in trouble together for the first time, when he took her flying, and her their mothers about lost their collective minds. She was the only person he could commiserate with to some degree, and one of the few people who he could be Superboy around.

But the past few months, he saw her change slightly, grow nervous, grow upset about the entire situation. Everyone around him had different parents or were adopted, and he remembered how lucky he was to have his.

“I always knew it was an option that she might not want to know me, but I never expected it. I think I understand though. I feel bad for hurting my moms though.”

“I don’t think you could hurt them,” he promised, crunching on more snacks.

“I did,” she sighed. “Not because of asking questions. I think I just-- I got really confused.”

“Happens to the best of us. Shall we go watch?”

“If we must.”

The living room was completely converted to a theater, and it was spectacular. Naturally, the daughter of Lena Luthor had a knack for the dramatic. But still, Lena smiled and took her seat beside her wife while he daughter and some friends camped on the floor.

Aunts, uncles, friends and family all crowded together, ready for the documentary.

“I’m so excited,” Kara buzzed, putting her arm around her wife’s shoulders as she leaned against her.

“Please tell me you made my interview look better than it was,” Lena ribbed her daughter.

“Okay, okay, everyone get ready,” Rosie ignored her mother and pressed play. “Here we go.”

The first images were pictures from their life together, flipping through the photo album that Kara so diligently kept. Rosie explained the story, showed the newspaper clipping about the Subway Baby and how she got her name, earning a chuckle from the audience.

The interviews started, and Lena smiled as her wife talked about their first meeting, and then about their life together. She grinned as there was them going through the shoebox of their memories. She sighed contentedly when she saw footage she didn’t know her daughter had of her wife and her, still very much in love. Sometimes she forgot just how much they were in love, and then she was confronted with it.

When her interview started to show, she hid in her wife’s shoulder, who just squeezed her and chuckled at the image and mumbled words. Despite the attitude that Lena Luthor always carried, there was so much Danvers appearing on screen that it was endearing.

Kara blushed at the things her wife remembered and said. It was impossible not to enjoy it too much. Lena was always kind and doting, but hearing her talk, one might realize just how romantic she was.

The movie was an ode to family, formed and tested and loyal.

“This is spectacular,” Lena whispered, wrapping her arm around her daughter’s neck as she leaned forward and found her on the floor, kissing her cheek. “I am so proud of you.”

“Thanks.”

It was only about a half hour long, but as the end grew nearer, Rosie grew a little more uncomfortable. She heard her mother shift slightly behind her, the hero realizing the café appearing meant something. It took Lena a second to realize what was happening.

But she couldn’t stop watching, and as Amy’s face appeared, she steadied herself.

Everyone shifted forward slightly, eager to watch the interview that no one knew happened. Rosie refused to turn around as the woman who bore her shared a single picture of her father, and told her about her life. Instead, she just stared and felt relieved to be done with it all.

The movie concluded with the fact that she didn’t have a relationship with the woman who gave her away. It concluded with home videos of their family and plans for the future. It concluded with everyone answering the final questions Rosie asked in every interview: What do you hope for in the future?

To their credit, most people actually thought about it, considering some answers. Some answered quickly, easily, putting forth the first idea in their head.

“That your Mom will let us get another dog,” Kara said in her interview.

“To go to the same college my dad went to,” Connor smiled.

“To finish healing,” Amy decided, after thinking about it for a moment.

“That things stay kind of the same,” Lena whispered before looking at the camera. “I have everything I could ever want in this exact moment. I don’t need anything else.”

The End

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Anahardt week - A love story in seven days.

Day 1: “Sugar”

Day 2: “Date Night”

(5 days later)

When Reinhardt sat down on an old dusty sofa in a meeting room and turned on the big screen there, he expected hours of peace and solitude. It was late, after all, and they were planning to leave Gibraltar in the following days; the others would be either busy or sleeping. It was all the same to him, really. He had grown used to being just Brigitte and himself, and the engineer needed to sleep more hours than he did, anyway.

However, said engineer had always had a sixth sense to know where to find him.

“Cannot sleep?” He asked, patting the sofa by his side.

“I miss the van. Is that weird?” She took her boots off and wriggled herself under one of his arms to lean against his side. Then, she stifled a yawn. Brigitte was a clever, caring woman on top of an amazing engineer and a funny person--one that loved warm cramped spaces to sleep in. She hummed in content when he snuggled her. “Why are we watching a 2D film, and what in the world are those huge robots?”

“Hush. It’s a--”

“A classic, yeah. Everything old is a classic to you, Reinhardt,” she snorted.

“Eh. They filmed this much before the omnics. It was ahead of its time.”

“I don’t even know how can you like this stuff.”

It was difficult to explain. Well. Actually no. Balderich loved old crappy films nobody but him seemed to understand, and he made the whole platoon watch them with him all the time. At some point it became a habit, much like bench-pressing or eating currywurst when they were not on duty.

His old friend was always extremely amused at their faces of despair and exasperation, and it was not until Reinhardt grew older that he understood how funny it was to mess with his whole team like this.

Suddenly, Winston cleared his throat from behind the couch.

“Would you mind if I joined?”

“Of course not, my friend. Suit yourself.”

Five minutes later, Lena was sitting at the floor by Winston’s side.

“You people--oh dear us. You let Reinhardt chose?” Torbjörn groaned from the doorstep, making him laugh. He walked to the couch and pushed her daughter’s legs up so he could fit underneath--which was not difficult. The engineer poked at the buttons on his mechanical arm and grumbled something under his beard.

The film continued playing, big robots fighting terrible monsters of old-style computer animation and even worse plot. But Reinhardt would not complain-- films nowadays, the few that made it to the public, were all a pile of rubbish government propaganda.

Winston snickered every time they mentioned the names of the robots; if anyone would know pre-omnic history, that would be him. Lena kept asking questions and missing chunks of the film as she came and went restlessly, but her antics were somewhat not annoying, but a background buzzing--much like Brigitte’s asleep breathing.

Ah, she always, always fell asleep at the best parts.

Something brushed the side of her head suddenly and his heart leaped on his chest; but it was just Ana, sitting down at the armrest by his side. Silent, soundless, like a ghost. She was wearing a long thick sweater on top of a tank top, her silver hair braided over her shoulder as it seemed to be her custom now. She seemed calm in the same way the moon gazed over a lake on a windless night. Untouchable and imperturbable. And beautiful, so beautiful.

The film kept playing, but he could not bring himself back to watching it. All he could think about was grabbing her, sitting her on his lap, and keeping her there. Hug her again. Kiss her forehead, her hair. Oh, he had always dreamed of more, but he knew her after all those years-- It would never happen. Damn, he had never needed it to happen. She had so much more to give than just her body, despite of how much he had always liked it.

Something hard hit him in the elbow and he saw Torb looking at him with that face of sympathy, passive-aggressive worry, and disapproval that somehow Brigitte had inherited from him.

I know, he wanted to say. I’m a fool.

It was not until after a while that he realized Lena was not around anymore. Nor Winston. The lights were dim, much more than when he had set them up, and the film was rolling the end credits. He must have been really absorbed on his thinking not to notice a large gorilla leaving his field of vision.

Torb was not there, either, but Brigitte was still snuggled under his arm. And Ana… she was silent by his side. A patient, still statue.

“I think it’s time I--” He oofed softly when the engineer’s elbow dug on his ribs. Her brown eyes looked intently at Ana. He was about to protest, but she elbowed him again. Of course she would insist, having endured hell towing him around until he found his feet under himself again, but he had known enough shame for the week already.

“No, I am going to bed,” she said in the end, pulling herself away from his arm. “You guys stay here and talk.”

Reinhardt gaped. Had they somehow planned to hijack his completely random movie night to set him up with Ana? He spared a look at her and found, not without horror, that there was a twinkle of amusement in her eye. She knew. She knew and had decided to play along.

Shit.

“Brigitte!” He said among teeth, turning to the engineer. “You were supposed to be on my side.”

“And I am, old man,” she patted him in the shoulder. “Now, be a darling,” she smirked, and disappeared from the room, leaving them alone and in silence.

“The chocolate was really nice,” Ana’s voice was soft and calm, soothing. “I wish you would have shared it with me.”

He rubbed the back of his neck and looked down. He had fled from her room, yes. The chocolate had seemed a good idea until she had grabbed his hand. It had been an innocent gesture, yet-- it was the first time she touched him since they had met again. It was both sweet and a dagger through his heart. Ridiculous, he knew. He did not only get older with the years, it seemed.

“So you made this little raffle to tell me that?”

“It was Torb’s idea, actually. Always getting his nose in everyone’s life.” she half-smiled, handling her long braid. “But I’m grateful this time, because I was afraid to talk to you and he pushed me into it.”

His stomach dropped. Oh, boy. There were many things she may want to talk about--her lack of contact during years, her sudden return, his meltdown ten days ago, their nonexistent relationship-- and all of them made him shudder.

“Let me explain wh--”

“No,” he got up straight away and gave her the back. “I don’t want to know why you stayed away. I don’t want to know why you decided to come back. You did, and that’s-- I’m blessed enough.”

“Yet, you are upset and angry.”

His hands itched to punch something, to lift a barbell. Anything. He did not want to have any conversation that involved them, but he could not run again. Even if everything else had been stripped from him, he still had his honour--and he promised her. He promised he would be his friend or anything she needed for as long as she wanted. But he just-- he just--

“I don’t think I can keep my promise any longer,“ he said in the end, pushing the words outside as if they weighed a ton each. “So--this is it.”

Ana grabbed him from behind; arms barely circling his waist, forehead just below his shoulder blades--and he almost melted to the ground.

“Maus, don’t,” he covered her little hands with one of his. “I’m serious, I--”

“Please, hear me out,” she interrupted him, a bit on a panic. Her fingers curled, scratching his belly with the short nails. “Then, I leave it in your hands. I promise.”

He made a thin line with his mouth and glued his eye on the screen in front of him. He did not want hear it, he was positive about it. Yet, he was an idiot when Ana was concerned, and he would be until the day he died.

“These years away from everything I hunted down those that broke our family apart,” she started after a bit of silence. “It’s a long story, and--you know I’m not very good at telling stories. To make it short, I’d say recently I met someone--gained some intel, and I decided to find Winston. Let him know Overwatch was destroyed from the inside.”

“Overwatch died with you,” he barely restrained himself from caressing her hands. “You kept Gabriel and Jack in check. You listened to Angela’s complaints, growled at Moira when she stepped out the line. Taught Genji and Jesse, and Fareeha, and Brigitte. What do you think happened when Jack came back alone?”

His voice had lost its strength as he talked. It had been years, Ana was alive, and yet--yet he wished he could erase that year from his memory completely. He may have not been in active at the time, but it Overwatch was his only home. His only family. And it disintegrated literally in front of his eyes.

“You made me laugh during all that,” she rubbed her forehead against him, softly. “You kept me afloat and sane so I could do what the team needed--and I never thanked you for it.”

“There’s no need. I just wish I had been there with you and Jack. Where I should have been. Then, maybe things would have been different.”

“We would not be here today if not for that,” she made a sound as if she was going to say something, but had decided against it in the last moment. Her fingers curled over his old sweater. “I would not have had an idiot coming to my room with chocolate and-- I would not have realized how much I had missed him.”

“You have always wanted me around,” Reinhardt snorted, letting his head fall. “If only for a while. Then, you rushed to the next problem. The next training. The next mission. And then, you came back when it suited you. Just like now.”

There was a moment of silence, and it was more deafening than the loudest of the yells. He had never been this honest, this direct. But it was now or never. There were no more grey areas, no more time after decades of backs and forths. Not after she died on him.

Break it or mend it.

“You are right. I’ve loved you for years,” she said in a low voice, unaware of the lightning strike effect her words had on him. “And I have always pushed you away. I had too many things to do, people to care about, Fareeha. The war that I wanted to win at all costs. And fear. Fear that I would get all the team killed for your sake, just like I did for Sam. Fear of being involved with someone again after our relationship failed.”

Reinhardt closed his eyes until he managed to draw breath. Sometimes he had dared to think that she had feelings for him, too, but she never said-- She had never explained--

“Everything else was more urgent, everything else had priority. I was more blind with two eyes than I am now,” Ana continued, her voice cracking every now and then. “I know I have no right to come now and tell you this, after everything you’ve been through, but, if you would have me--”

He turned around and pulled her in an embrace, hugging the air out of her. Her hands found his shoulders, the base of his neck, and he felt like choking. Choking on his own fears, on a thin thread of hope, on her scent and all the love he always have had for her.

“Are you sure of this?” He said under his breath. “Ana, if you-- I can’t--”

She kissed him.

Their second kiss in thirty years, and it tasted of salt and sorrow, of time lost. She totally was out of practice --as he was, who was he fooling?-- but it was the best kiss he could ever hope for.

When she pressed her forehead to his, he was laughing and sobbing at the same time.

Established that they are two idiots, let’s see what happens to them during the rest of the days...

Day 3: “Games”

#Reinhardt #reinhardt wilhem #Anahardt Week #Ana Amari #anahardtweek #reinhardt+ana #my art

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sillyseasame · 4 years ago

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Part 2 of Undead Rising

“OKAY!”. Dewey exclaimed. “What do need for a grave yard party. Party Hats, food, games- “AND,” Lena continued. “ A magical artifact that will resurrect the dead. Your uncle probably has something like that.” The Blue triplet groaned, “ But he’ll never let us-” “ Hush, Hush Bluey. I know how to get it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “I don’t know Lena.” Louie said, looking up from his desk. On the front, he had a sigh that said Louie Incorporated. “ Uncle Scrooge only lets me roam through hi Treasure and Artifact room because he trusts me not my siblings. It would be difficult-” Lena then placed $150 in front of him “ Deal. Okay.” He said leaning a bit closer. He slid a large book in front of them. “ This contains all the artifacts, their purpose, where they were discovered, and where they are located.” Lena took the book from him. “ Luckily for me, I have a nerd sister who organizes everything in the house so much, I had to learn how to read this stuff”. A few seconds passed, then “There, here’s where it is. The Amulet of the Risen. It can bring people back as ghosts. Louie, take us there.” Soon they were walking through the hall. Dewey was placing calls, ordering cake, pizza, soda, and inviting the families of all the people on the tombstones. After they got the Artifact, Louie escorted them out of the room.” “You know Green Bean,” Lena said. “ You can come if you want too. It’s gonna be a blast.” She says, speaking the last part in a sing- songy voice. “ Sure I guess.” Louie said. “ See you there!” He winked, then closed the door. Dewey looked at Lena in shock. She noticed and asked, “What, is there a problem?” “ Green Bean?” “Yeah,why not. I have multiple nicknames for all 3 of you, Blueberry.” “Please don’t.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “ Okay, is everything ready.” Lena said “Yep, water slide leading into pool, arcade games, food drinks, and the families of the deceased will be here soon. Hearing this, Lena begins the spell In 10 minutes, they are surrounded by ghosts “ Where are we?” “We’re alive?” “WHo brought us back?” “We did. And you get to stay until the sun goes up “ Dewey said. He then went on to explain that, as a celebration of their deaths, they were throwing the ghosts a party. There was much confusion at first, but eventually, the living guests started arriving and he party began. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Okay Violet, we’re leaving in 5 minutes, right.” “ One moment, Papa. Huey will be here soon.” ( She calls Indy Papa, and Ty Dad. She sometimes just says Father.) Indy turned around and looked at his daughter, then out towards their car window. She was watching Huey, who was being congratulated by many of the other Woodchucks. He chuckled “ He’s a good kid , y’know.” “ Yes, he is. I think Dad agrees, due to his, well, excitement at meeting Hubert earlier.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Flashback “So, Huey is it.” Ty said, looking into the car mirror “Yes, nice to meet you sir.” “ Huh, same here. We’ve heard quite a lot about you back home.” “Oh, really. That…. Is nice.” Huey replies, looking quite uncomfortable. “Sir, the light turned green.” “Thanks Kid.” Ty returned his eyes to the road. He leaned over to his husband and spoke in a very audible whisper. “Our little girl is all grown up, she has a boyfriend.” “DAD!” “What, I’m not wrong, am I.” “ Statistically speaking, you are. Huey and I are simply very good friends.” “Huh, that’s what your father used to say about us all the time.” “TYRIAN.” “Okay, sorry, I’ll stop”. Violet glanced over at Huey. The boy was redder than his hat ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Yeah,” Indy recalled,” that must have made the poor kid uncomfortable. But look at them now.” Indy gestured out the window, pointing at

Ty, who was holding Huey on his shoulders and leading the Woodchucks in chanting his name. “ He was so nervous earlier though, how did you calm him down.” “ I know him well enough to know what to say. I’ll show you his file when we get home.” Ever since she was a little girl, violet would make case files. They helped keep information about others in one place. From who they were to their favorite ice cream flavor. “Don’t worry, I saw you working on it the other day. How come his case file is larger than mine.” Her father asked, with a playful pout. “ Do you like him more than me.” “What? No. I have known you longer, si you’re case file doesn’t need to be as long. It’s only been a year and a half since i met Huey, and there is still so much more to learn about him. For example, did you know he likes wormholes, robots, and matching family road trip t-shirts?’ “Not until now i didn’t? We should be getting back though.” “Okay,” Violet said, unbuckling her seatbelt. “ I’ll go get them. HUBERT.” Indy watched his daughter run towards his husband and her friends. “Okay Ty,” thought to himself, “Maybe she does like him.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “ BACKFLIP.” Dewey Duck, dressed in his blue swim trunkswas doing a backflip of of the diving board and splashed into the pool. 3 ghosts standing next to him held up sighs with the number 10 to rate his performance. “Hey watch it! I am trying to relax here.” Louie yells at his brother from his emerald colored floatie, matching his swim trunks. Then he puts back on his glasses, and resumes drinking Pep. “Okay Bluey, this is a great party.” Lena swam over in her one piece black swimsuit to where the duck boys were relaxing. “I know right. It’s a simple party that we threw, and the best part is, the family members brought food and drinks.” Louie said. He then realized he was staring, so as to avoid an uncomfortable situation, he floated away, his cheeks a slight red. Lena did not take note of Louie’s strange behavior.“Hey, Bluey. You know who would love this party. WEBBY. Ghosts AND fun?. That’s just awesome. We should get her.” “ I don’t know. Huey - “ “ Isn’t home yet. I’m sure we can convince her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “But what if Huey comes home and sees me gone, he’ll be furious!” Webby said from her bed. “Told ya so.” Dewey whispered, much to Lena’s annoyance. “ Oh come on, Webby - wait a minute.” “Oh no.” Dewey said. “That’s a scheming look. I see it on Louie all the time.” “Usually I would punch you right now Bluey, but more importantly - didn’t Red Head tell Webby not to leave bed, right?’ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Webby felt a little guilty for going behind Huey’s back but she was having so much fun. She was sitting in her bed, which Lena had carried into the graveyard using her magic. She was watching the ghosts have a good time for the last time before they resumed being dead. She saw a little baby ghost with her mother, sitting next to the baby’s father. (Both mother and child died during birth). Soon, she saw Dewey running towards her. “Hiya Webby! How do you like the party.” He said, leaping onto her bed and sitting down. “ It is AWESOME! There’s family and friends and fun and -” “GROWWWWlLLL” “-food, which apparently my stomach wants. Pizza sounds nice“ Webby said with a giggle. “Okay, wait here.” Dewey leaped of her bed and in a few seconds, he was back with a pizza slice. “Say aaaaa.” “Dewey, I have a cold, i can feed myself - ACHOO! Ok…. fine.” She opened her mouth and allowed Dewey to feed her . In the process, she got a bit of sauce on her bill. “Oops. Lemme get that.” Webby said, wiping it of with her box of tissues “Dang it.” Dewey thought. “She is too cute.” A few feet away Lena and Louie are watching this adorable scene. “These two dorks are the cutest.” Lena said, snapping a picture. “I know right. Hey, send me that

picture.” “Of course.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Okay, see you later Violet. It was nice to meet you,Huey.” “It was nice to meet you as well sir- er, I mean Ty. Good bye.” “Bye Papi, Bye Dad.” Ty and Indy then drove away. “Well Hubert,” Violet said to the Red triplet, “That went well. Especially considering the fact that my parents don’t like it when people call them by their first names. They must really like you.” “I guess. They are both really cool dads. It was nice to get to know them.” “Hubert,”- Violet stopped. “ I want to apologize for what my Dad said earlier. I could tell is made you uncomfortable -” “Violet, it’s fine. It’s not that big of a deal,ok. Oh wait a second. Do yo mind if I leave you hear. I borrowed a book from the money bin and -” “Go ahead, I’ll check in on Webby.” “Great. I will see you in….. 30 minutes.” “Ok”. Violet walked inside the mansion, thinking to herself. “Not a big deal…….., I mean it wasn’t but it was still… weird.” She walked upstairs and into Webby’s room, and was shocked. Where the bed was supposed to be, there was a note that said. Dear Huey and Violet Dewey and Lena threw a party at a graveyard and told me not to tell you but i felt guilty and wrote this note. -Webby Violet got up and called Lena. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Lena” “Violet! How was the ceremony.” “Good, but we’re back.” “What? Already.” “Yes! He went to the Library but he’ll be back in 25 minutes.” “Vi, we need you to stall him.” “But- “Please, Vi, sister to sister.” “Fine.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Huey looked at his watch and began to pack up and go to the manor. Violet saw him on the road, and stopped him. “Huey! Let’s get ice cream. Come on.” “Huh, Ok, but why- WOAH”. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The party was in full swing now. Duckworth, and even Beakley showed up. She claimed she wanted to keep an eye on Webbigail, but since Dewey was already doing that, she decided to enjoy herself a little bit, and joined a dance contest with some old ghosts. Soon, even Scrooge came into the party and ran up to Louie and Dewey. “Hiya lads, I brought Haggis and important news.” He set the disgusting concoction down, and said, “ Violet texted me and said something about warning you that Huey is coming.” “Oh no! I knew I shouldn’t have come.” “Don’t worry Webby, “ Dewey said. “ I promise that i won’t let Huey find out.” “ It’s a bit late for that Dewford.” “Oh boy.” Louie muttered to himself “I can’t believe you would let Webby come out here. SHe’s sick. An even worse, you did this behind my back!”. Violet ran in just then “Sorry-” she paused to catch her breath. “I could only distract him for so long.” “ Huey, please don’t get mad.” Dewey said. “ It was my fault. We just wanted Webby to have a little bit of fun today.” “But you were right, that was a bit messed up of us.” Lena added Huey wanted to get mad, but he sighed. It had been a good day for him, and he wasn’t going to let something this small mess it up “Fine, Webby can stay on 2 conditions: You tell me if you are planning a party. You guys know i love party planning. And second-” He removes his hat, pulls out a face mask, and puts it on Webby’s face “-there, all good.” Webby smiled. Then, she pumped her fist in the air, and yelled. “PARTY” Everyone cheered. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In Mcduck Manor, the triplets and Team Magic were prepared for bed. “Okay, but that was an awesome party. We’ve got to this again sometime.” “Okay, Bluey, calm down and let us all go to sleep already.” “Yeah, Lena’s right,” Huey added. “ Let’s all go to sleep. Goodnight.” “Goodnight.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Bonus: “AND THIS IS WHY WEBBY SHOULD HAVE

STAYED HOME It was the next day, and, thanks to a soup recipe from her grandmother, Webby was better. Sadly, the same could not be said for Dewey “ACHOO” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ AND IT”S A WRAP. This is my first oneshot. It was much longer than expected. I had to cut the bedtime scene short, but it was mostly just everybody being happy about their day. I am satisfied with how this turned out. Anyway, see ya all next time.

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taibu · 7 years ago

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Genyatta Week 2018 - Day 6 - Jim-Jams and Doo-Hickeys

Day 6. Parents/BabySitters/Interacting with Kids

uuugh this one was haaaard. Mostly because I hate kids and don't know how to write them haha. So instead I wrote about their adopted Daughter Aila who is already a teen-ager/young adult in this fic. Either way we see Genji and Zenny being parents. So. Meh. Take what you can etc.

WARNINGS: Genyatta. Duh. OC-main-character and mentions of OC-Overwatch-members. Headcanons and shit. OCC, possibly lel. Junkers are part of OW. ((((Lot's of these because I think they are funny. Fight me.))))

Jim-Jams and Doo-Hickeys

"Aila-sweetie, would you bring me that Doo-hickey from the table?" "The one with the flat-end or the one with the valve on it?" "The valve-one." "K."

Genji grabbed the tool given to him and chimed "Arigatou" to Aila. The young girl straightened her back and yawned. "How long till Daddy's gonna come?" she asked, stretching her arms. "Just few more minutes, I'm sure. You getting hungry?" Genji chimed from under the car. "Tad bit, yeah." Aila sighed and looked at the clock on the wall. 16:45 already? How long had they been here?

Aila and Genji had been working on Genji's new car for few hours now, almost from the sunrise. Zenyatta had promised to bring them some food later to the day once he was done with his classes.

Aila sighed again and sat down to the chair and kept polishing the rims Genji had assigned to her some time ago. "Or maybe you just wish you were hanging with your friends instead of the old boring Genji?" the cyborg said as he slid from under the car and sat up and cleaned himself with a rag. Aila took a moment to think. "Nah. Just hungry." she said. "Mimi is out of town anyway so I wouldn't have anyone to hang out with anyway." "What about Gina?" Genji asked. "What ABOUT Gina?" Aila hissed. Genji shook his head and held down a laugh. Girls. He could never truly understand them.

Aila was 17 already. Pitch-black hair, ice blue eyes and pale skin were only complimented by dark clothes she was always wearing. Tho usually she would walk around in band-hoodies, torn jeans, bright red or pink accessories like scarfs and piercings, with her hair made and make-up in a tip-top-condition, now she was wearing a old worn gray shirt, even older and more worn sweat-pants, hair all over the place and face clean from make-up. It was saturday, and Genji had asked her to join him in the garage today to work on the car. A rare treat, seeing how Genji only let himself both work on and drive his new chrome gray Toyota.

Mimi was Aila's best (and seemingly only) friend and close class-mate. Aila did get along with everyone in her class, but only seemed to put effort into being friends with Mimi. Mimi was a short, little chubby, half-french girl (full name Mimosa) who Aila had met on her first day in Hanamura's high-school. She had been bullied by a group of girls from another class, and Aila swiftly made it known that she would not tolerate bullying in her class. Hijinks ensued and sooner than they would have wanted to both Genji and Zenyatta were sitting in the teacher's office as the principal was sharing the many great things their daughter had done to keep the bullies in the school in check. Too bad those things were almost always against some kind of law or common sense. Thanks to their high rank as Overwatch agents, the pair was able to keep Aila in school (she was only suspended twice in total, once for setting one of the bullies desk on fire and one for bringing a katana in school and using it to threaten (tho Aila still says she was protecting Mimi) bullies with it).

Gina was the adopted daughter of Tracer and Emily. Tho it had first seem like two girls would be the best of friends, it became known that the girls had NOTHING in common other than their gender and thus made their interactions as (somewhat) rational young adults more awkward than anything. Thus whenever Gina would visit, Aila made sure she had other things to do than to spend time with, in her words, the most boring person alive. (Gina didn't even listen to metal! What a bore!)

Despite Aila's rocky path on life, she was a happy girl, which itself made Genji glad. Knowing Aila's past in seven different substitute-families, all which hated her or she hated them, he knew not to judge her too bad. It must have been hard to learn at an early age that your parents didn't want you, and seeing happy families all around only to be part of seven that didn't work in any way possible. Aila had told quite a lot of stories from each one she had been in, and each was darker and sadder than the other. One family had taken her, only to try to mold her into a "perfect little girl" with a pink dress and meek attitude. That dream ended fast as Aila made it clear with her tomboyish attitude that she would never wear a dress, not even on her wedding-day! Other had taken her just to get money from the substitute-family-program, and almost starved her to death. One family, young couple, took her without knowing anything about kids, and that ended as well as you'd think. One took her in, just to grow tired of her in two weeks and throwing her back in the child-home. And many, many other sad, horrible stories of people who should never be let around children of any kind.

Genji knew from his own past that family-life was never easy, but knew that if all three of them, him, Zenyatta and Aila, tried their best, things would be better.

And they were relatively good. Despite her off-comings in school, Aila got good grades, was especially good in PE, literature, and Genji had no idea where she got it, but math. Maybe it was all those days spend with Uncle-Hanzo, and with Hanzo's love for geometry, it would not be to far off that some of that would rub on to Aila as well. Then again it would be her tutor Satya just as well, seeing she had a thing for geometry and math as well.

Aila has doted by literally everyone on Overwatch. McCree and Hanzo especially. They would shower her with gifts every time they visited Japan, tho no gift reached the girl before Genji had truly double-checked them, not after he found a hand-gun hidden between Aila's bed's mattresses. ("It's fo' self-defence!" has McCree said. He was not in speaking-terms with Genji for the next week.)

Ana was another one of those who's doting for Aila went a bit too far. She would always bake her favorite cookies, and ship them to her with mail if she could not visit herself. Each basket had to be carefully checked, since Ana had a habit of putting in sleep-darts and pepper-sprays, so that the poor girl would have something to protect herself with when bullies attacked. ("Oh, don't worry Ana! She can take care of herself even WITHOUT the sleep-darts!" Genji had said on the phone. "Besides, how could she even shoot them? She doesn't have a gun for them!". "Uh... yeah. She doesn't." Ana muttered on the other side. Genji was still to find the darn thing.)

The women of the team (other than Ana that is) took Aila's upbringing much more calm. Angela gave her a trough out examination each year (tho Aila hated it), Pharah would sometimes take her on a flight with her suit (tho only after heave reassurance that Aila would NOT try bungee-jumping from it), Lena and Emily would visit often so that her and Gina would spend time together (see earlier explanation to why Aila doesn't think it's a good idea), Mei would send her exiting and cool souvenirs from all around the word (things like fossils, bones, old weapons etc. which Aila LOVED Mei for) while she was traveling on different Ecopoints. Zarya would visit very rarely, but when she did, she made sure Aila had fun. Sparring-lessons, wrestling and even a chance to touch her gravity-gun (and shoot it when Genji and Zenyatta weren't seeing) was best fun Aila knew.

Hana was more like that really cool big sis you always want to hang out with than an aunt, but that just made her even cooler. Hana would be the only one Aila would talk to about "girly-stuff" as they played video-games trough the night (but quietly so that Genji and Zenyatta would not hear). Orisa doted on Aila (mostly due her similarity with Efi), but Aila found hanging with her boring. Orisa was built to protect and Aila loved her, but the omnic would not let her do anything fun! (Read: Dangerous) Efi was fun to hang out with tho, seeming they had merely few years between them, and Efi was always ready to build any weird weapon of mass-destruction (according to Genji at least) Aila got in mind. But her favorite aunt was definitely Raili. Maybe it was their similar natures, their similar origins, their shared mother-country, the fact that Raili always had a literal PACK of WOLVES with her, the fact that Raili let Aila use her bow whenever she was visiting, or the fact that Raili was just really cool with her, Aila always waited for summer to meet her favorite aunt again.

The uncles of the Watchpoint weren't too bad either. Winston was always fun to hang out with, and they would talk for hours about cool space-stuff, planets, stars, supernovas (space was Aila's not so secret obsession). Morrison didn't understand why he attracted young girls to call him dad or uncle (Lena and Hana being the biggest offenders in this case), but at this point he was done fighting back. Morrison showed straight face when around anyone else, but Aila swore to her life that Uncle-Jack had the sweetest smile and most honest laugh whenever she would tell a bad pun or a joke. Uncle-Torb had been bit scary at first, seeing how he treated omnics, even after befriending the ones on Overwatch. But he was pretty darn good with kids, seeing he had dozen himself, so it didn't take long for Aila to warm up on the old dwarf. Reinhardt didn't visit often, but he definetly gave the best hugs and piggy-bag-rides.

Big Brother Lucio was always a blast to hang out with, they would hold karaokes, talent-shows and discos every time he visited. Aila still remembered the first official school-disco she had helped to create with her class-mates on her first year in Hanamura's school. She told everyone she would get a big time DJ in the party, and while her class-mates waited for one of Aila's older male friends with an ok talents to walk trough the doors, Aila was sad she didn't have a picture of their faces when Lucio FREAKING Correia dos Santos blasted trough the doors. Genji and Zenyatta didn't really fancy Aila hanging out with the Junkers, but the two absolutely ADORED Aila from the start and would constantly ask to play with her, and after many, many, many hours of begging, the two didn't have enough heart to say no. That resulted in explosion in the Watch-point Gibraltar's Men's bathroom due to about half a thousand cherry bombs being flushed down there. When interrogated what had happened, both Jamison and Mako were ready to take the blame, even though Aila still tells everyone it was HER idea and SHE had convinced the boys to help her (which was true, but the Junkers didn't want Aila to get in trouble). This ended with the Junkers being banned as Aila's baby-sitters, but it didn't stop the three from getting into more and more explody adventures during the years.

Aila loved all of her big brothers, big sisters, aunts, uncles, grandpas and grandmas, but more than anyone, she loved her daddy and Genji.

When they had found her on the destroyed streets of Helsinki, she had been aggressive, screaming and kicking when Genji tried to catch her so that she could be looked over by medics and taken back to the orphanage. But Zenyatta was finally able to calm her down long enough to the medics to do their job. Aila didn't understand it back then, but Zenyatta indeed had an aura of calmness in him that radiated around wherever he went. Maybe it was that what kept her calm. Or maybe it was the fact that she found omnics really freaking cool.

Rebuilding the orphanage was going to take bit longer than first thought, so Aila had to find a home to be situated in while the building was rebuilt. Zenyatta immediately expressed interest in keeping Aila for that remaining time, and the girl had nothing against the idea. Zenyatta was awesome! He was a floating omnic monk with orbs as weapons! How was that not the coolest?

Genji was a different story. Aila had sensed something hostile in him the moment they first met. Maybe it was his intimidating looks, maybe it was his aggressive accent, maybe it was just how he sneaked around like a ninja he was. Or maybe it was because Aila found cyborgs overrated. Either way, they didn't hit off at first. They would often argue, Aila with her childish, obnoxious loudness and Genji with his headstrong loyalty to his master. It was never easy to the two. But after few close calls, Aila started to understand that Genji was just a human like her. Perhaps it was when she finally saw Genji's face when he was lying on the hospital bed after saving her from the Talon attacking the city again. Or the fact that he had indeed risked his life to her. Whichever the reason, Aila refused to call Genji by anything else but his name, even after the omnic pair realized they would not be able to let go of the girl and adopted her.

One thing led to another, Talon was mostly taken down, Overwatch was made legal again, Aila grew up year by year and the family moved to Hanamura (near Genji's old home) and started to live somewhat normal life there. You know. As normal as a life of an omnic monk, ninja-cyborg and teen-age rebel girl could be. Zenyatta and Genji were in no way retired, they were still called on missions every once in a while, but the life was easy now.

The three lived in a big house on a quiet neighborhood with a big garden that Zenyatta mostly took care of all alone. Most day Zenyatta would hold meditation-classes in the family's big living-room to people who lived near by (mostly elderly women and some tired family mothers who needed some time to relax), and on occasion would help out the keepers of a near by tea-shop. Everyone on the neighborhood adored Zenyatta, and how could they not, really? Genji used most of his time to watch over the city and to keep it calm and free from crime. He would beat up baddies during the night and train during the day. Expect on his free days. There he would either help Zenyatta in the garden or greenhouse, or work on his car. Car he never used, seeing that everything was so close by, and only few times they did drive was to an airport, or the summerhouse on the mountains. But Genji had always wanted a cool looking car, and now he had one. Keeping it functional and clean was best fun he could think of.

Hundreds of thoughts like this circled around in Aila's mind as she carefully cleaned the rims. Genji was not too picky about things like cleaning, but with his car he was very precise. Plus Aila was just very careful and detailed when she put her mind into things. And despite her and Genji not always seeing eye to eye, Aila still wanted to see him happy, especially with the things Aila herself did.

"Have you seen the Jim-jam anywhere?" Genji asked suddenly with half of his body in a tool-cabinet. "The one with the red handle? You left it on that table, Orokana." Aila sighed, smirking. "I did?" the cyborg asked, walking on the other side of the garage. "Mada mada..." Aila soon heard him mutter when he found the tool. "Starting to forget stuff, Rōjin?" Aila asked, smirking again. "Hey! I'm only 45!" Genji scoffed, taking the tool and disappearing under the car again. "Well, Uncle-Hanzo is only few years older and he has gray hair already!" Aila chimed. "That's just because of all the stress he has been going trough in his life. He actually has less than before we found you!" "Stress? You guys have the same job and you don't have a single gray hair on ya!" Aila smiled. "Or maybe it's because you dye." "Probably, yeah." Genji simply chimed, Aila heard a loud clang and then Genji cursing under his breath and giggled. "Besides..." Genji continued. "I'm talking about the life he had before Overwatch." "Hanzo never talks about it. He only calls it "the dark times" in his life and refuses to say anything more." Aila said. "Well, it truly was dark time to many of us, for varying reasons." Genji sighed, coming out again, but laying on the floor still. "I was coming into terms with my body. Mondatta was killed. World was stirring around us and there was little we could do..." Genji sighed. Both went quiet. Maybe to respect Mondatta's memory. Aila was sad she never got to meet her uncle Mondatta. He seemed like a cool guy. She had seen photos of him and the statue in King's Row. The family would visit it once a year. Aila always brought Forget-me-not's on the statue. She felt like they fitted his uncle and the symbolism behind the plant fitted the situation well. Aila may have never seen Mondatta alive, but wished not to forget his words and the things he did to human and omnic alike.

"You never told me the whole story of how you became a cyborg." Aila finally said, wanting to take her mind of the omnic she would never meet. Genji looked away. "It's a sad, sad and horrible story. I wish you never learn the whole truth, Aila." he sighed, sitting up. "I'm almost a legal adult!" Aila chimed. "You have to tell me eventually!" "I know." Genji sighed, getting up and walking to Aila. "But I wish to postpone it just a little longer." he smiled and ruffled his daughter's hair, making Aila giggle. Genji truly wished Aila never found out how he became what he was now. Mostly because finding out your uncle you loved and respected with your life tried to kill your adopted father would rapture Hanzo's and Aila's relationship for sure...

"Hello, dears!"

Both turned to see Zenyatta walk trough the garage doors, hanging a basket on his arm. "Daddy!" Aila chimed and ran to hug the omnic. Zenyatta chuckled and held his free hand on Aila's black, messy (but soft) hair. "Missed me, Magpie?" the monk asked. "Nah. Was just REALLY hungry and seeing you bring your starving child something to bite kinda brought the feels up in the open." Aila beamed up to him. Zenyatta laughed so hard he almost fell over. "Well, I'm sorry my dear. It was not my intention to starve you. I would have come earlier but the weeds were being extra hard to pull today." Zenyatta said as he calmed down. "I'll teach them a lesson tomorrow if you'd like." Genji said as he leaned to kiss his husband on the cheek. "But first, lets go out and eat! Aila isn't the only one starving!" "Well, I'll be." Zenyatta giggled. "What a horrible father AND husband I am, letting my dear family starve while only worrying of some plants!" "But my dear Fūrin!" Genji said, as he took Zenyatta's hands in his own and looking him deep in the optics. "The fact that you care is the reason why we love you so much." he said, and kissed the seam on the monk's faceplate.

"EUGH! Hitto vie! Get a room you two!" Aila shouted from the door and dashed outside laughing. Genji and Zenyatta laughed as they followed her calmly walking, hand in hand.

Coming into terms with his new body, helping Zenyatta get over Mondatta's death, forgiving his brother, joining back to Overwatch, fighting Talon, raising Aila... it was never easy, Genji knew.

But it was days like these he knew it was all worth it.

END

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAsorry that sucked haha. I will write more about Aila later, as well as the other OC mentioned in the Fic, Raili. But for now, I hope you guys don't hate me too much for making this mostly about Aila and not the pair in question. Heck it was mostly about Genji and Aila, and had little to do with Zenyatta. I'll make it up on Zenyatta-week! I swear!

And now to the little details in the story: - I was inspired to write this after me and my dad were working on my car few weeks ago. One of the few truly father-daughter-moments we have time to do nowadays... - I know NOTHING about cars or tools so I just called them jim-jams and doo-hickeys for humoristic effect haha. Genji and Aila have a secret code with their names. - Aila mostly talks in English and her mother language Finnish, but speaks almost perfect Japanese due to living in Hanamura and all. - Roadhog and Junkrat joined Overwatch after Talon screw them over on a mission they were sent on. The two soon grew to see the gang as a family and eventually accepted even the omnics as their friends. - Zarya is totally bffs with Zenyatta now. Stuff happened between them and now they write to each other and call once a day. LET ME DREAM OKAY!!?? - Hanzo adored Aila, mostly because she remind him of young Genji. - Zenyatta's nickname to Aila, Magpie, was inspired by both Genji's nickname Sparrow and me wanting to keep the bird-theme, as well as a Finnish term "Pyryharakka" (roughly translated to "snowfall/blizzard-magpie") often used on kids and pets who have tendency to get in trouble or who never stay still. - Genji calling Zenyatta Furin ("wind-chime") was stolen from this post: http://lacertae-dreamscape.tumblr.com/post/170843141792/genyatta-week-2018-day-2-nicknames-pet-names-a

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