#kara strode

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What I write:

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No male reader but all will be gender neutral unless specified otherwise when requested

No smut for now

Fluff

Angst

Darkfics (again no smut though)

Poly

Who I wrote for: (if not on this list you can still ask me)

-Disney Descendants

Red

Chloe Charming

Bridget

Ella

Evie

Mal

-MCU

Natasha Romanov

Wanda Maximoff

Agatha Harkness

Kate Bishop

Yelena Belova

Rio Vidal

-Resident Evil: Village

Alcina Dimitrescu

Donna Beneviento

Bela Dimitrescu

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Daniela Dimitrescu

Mother Miranda

-Slashers

Tiffany Valentine

Amanda Young/The Pig

Laurie Strode(ik she ain’t but she’s in the genre)

-Abbot Elementary

Melissa Schemmenti

Janine Teagues

Ava Coleman

-Mean Girls

Regina George

Janis Caplan

Cady Heron

-Sarah Paulson

Pretty much any character besides Bette and Dot, TB Karen, and Mamie. Not exclusive to AHS

-Avatar the Last Airbender/ Legend of Korra

Azula

Katara

Kuvira

Korra

Asami

Lin Beifong

Kya

-Stardew valley

Abigail

Haley

Leah

Emily

Robin

Caroline

Sandy

-Once Upon a Time

Regina Mills

Zelena Mills

Maleficent

Emma Swan

Belle French

Anna

Elsa

Tinker bell

Ivy/Drizzela Tremaine

-MISC.

Nadja of Antipaxos (What We Do in the Shadows)

Kara Danvers (Supergirl)

Lena Luther (supergirl)

Evelyn Deavor(Incredibles 2)

Other, I might do the character you want if I’ve heard of them

[fazedlight]

Dance

It was in the small touches, the quiet laughs, the cozy cuddles.

Kara couldn’t help the way her heart would race each movie night, as she and Lena curled up into their corner of the couch - and she could hear Lena’s heart race too. Is this what friends do?, Kara thought, noting how Alex and Kelly almost mirrored their positions nearby, as did Nia and Brainy.

She turned back to the television screen - as Jack held Rose close, the two tapping along the makeshift stage as they danced to the Irish band’s jig - and Kara felt a flutter in her chest. I want to dance with Lena like that, she thought, watching the third class dance below the decks of the Titanic.

But somewhere in her mind, just friends just friends just friends rang out. What if I’m misreading things?, Kara thought, a little forlorn as she held Lena a bit tighter.

-----

Kara watched as Lena turned towards the dance floor, her hips swaying as she strode away, and Kara couldn’t help but blush.

Lena was breathtaking. She was always breathtaking, of course - but that night, as the drinks wore on, as Lena’s tiny flirtatious touches got more and more frequent, as her black dress hugged at her figure and her smokey eyeshadow - Rao.

It wasn’t on purpose. It couldn’t be on purpose. Was it on purpose?, Kara thought, feeling the slight panic in her veins. She was happy, she was giddy, she was confused - and not really sure what to do next. J’onn nudged her to go enjoy herself, to go dance where Lena had joined with Alex and Kelly. And why not?

Kara shuffled out of the booth, intent to take Lena’s hand and give her a twirl. She sensed that Lena would welcome it, that this was a feeling that went both ways.

But when she reached the floor - Lena’s dark eyes wandering over her - Kara froze in a panic. Finding the rhythm of the music, she threw her arms out, making wild and silly motions. Peak goofy Kara Danvers.

… so she chickened out. It was worth it to hear Lena’s laugh.

-----

Kara cheered as Alex and Kelly finished their first dance as a married couple, the slow beats of the melody coming to a poignant end. Glancing around at smiling and clapping family, her eyes briefly caught Lena’s across the floor - Kara quickly looked away.

The music transitioned into something upbeat, and Kara found herself amongst the others making their way onto the dance floor. Brainy took immediately to the center, drawing more laughter, as J’onn spun Esme, and Kara found herself goofing off with Winn.

The evening passed as guests wandered on and off the dance floor, casual chatter and warm hugs creating a gentle atmosphere as the sun set. Fairy lights added a softness to the cool night, and Kara found herself feeling quietly content.

As she set down her drink, she heard a familiar heartbeat behind her. “Hey,” Lena said.

Kara turned, smiling warmly as she hugged Lena, still reeling from the emotional conversation they had earlier in the evening. Lena curled up into Kara’s arms, and Kara could feel the cool temperature of Lena’s skin along her fingers. She held Lena tighter, warding off the chill of the evening.

“This next one will be the last dance of the night, folks,” the DJ announced, as the song started coming to an end.

Kara could feel Lena tense in her arms. Kara took a small, shaking breath. C’mon, Kara, be brave, she thought to herself. It was time to take a leap. “Would you like to dance?” Kara murmured.

Lena pulled back, smiling softly. “Yes, please.”

Kara could hear Lena’s heart start to race, drowned out only by the pounding of her own as she led her to the dance floor. Is this happening, is this happening?, Kara asked herself, taking Lena’s hand into her own, feeling Lena’s other hand drift to her waist as Kara pulled her closer.

“I was hoping you’d ask,” Lena whispered.

“For how long?” Kara asked.

“For years.”

Kara grinned. “Sorry to make you wait so long.”

Lena placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. “Better late than never.”

-----

They couldn’t stop.

Gala events. Karaoke nights. Weddings (they may have gone a little nuts at Brainy and Nia’s). Blasting an old stereo at home. Kara pulled Lena into her arms, and they danced.

It was one night in their living room - after an incredible date, celebrating their first year together - when Kara spun Lena particularly fast. Lena spun out a few feet away, laughing as she came to a halt. She turned back at Kara - a bit surprised to not be in the kryptonian’s arms already - when she saw the blonde on the floor, down on one knee, holding a ring in her hand.

“I never want to stop dancing with you,” Kara said. “Marry me?”

“Yes,” Lena said.

-----

Their wedding was small and private. Lena had never wanted the performance of the spotlight, as much as she was used to it. And Kara was content to have their close family and friends present.

The ceremony was simple - exchanging wedding bracelets and wedding rings, as kryptonian wind chimes sounded melodically around them. Alura and Zor-El finally met Eliza, all too grateful for the Danvers family giving their daughter a home for years.

Dinner was had and cake was cut, and then music started to play. Kara swayed slowly with Lena during their first dance, twirling her new wife under her arm, Lena smoothly following. “I can’t believe we’re here,” Lena murmured in her ear. Kara smiled back.

As their slow dance came to an end, Kara pulled Lena in to cup her face, their lips meeting to the cheers of their family and friends. Kara grinned as they broke apart again, Lena mischievously quirking her eyebrows. After all, they both knew what would happen next.

A familiar Irish jig began to play. Kara tugged Lena close, slotting perfectly up against Kara’s body, as others began to rush to the dance floor. “Ready?” Kara grinned.

“Always,” Lena smiled.

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Third Class Dance from Titanic

[narraboths]

“You got anything to tell me about yesterday’s interview, Ponytail?”

Being cornered by one’s editor is rarely a good sign. Being cornered by a harried Snapper Carr one month into her tenure as a rookie reporter would be enough to give others nightmares for a month. Maybe ulcers. Kara, though, she’s been having a great week, and she’s not about to let anyone ruin it.

“Nope.” She pops the p a little. Something about Snapper’s moroseness always pushes her to be spitefully chipper.

“Nothing out of the ordinary?”

“Not at all.”

“Hm.” Snapper nurses the thought with that dour, toothachey look that Kara’s come to learn is directed at her just as much as it is a sign of his general displeasure with the world. He pulls out his phone, jabbing at the screen. “So do you mind explaining to me why my cub reporter is on the front page of every gossip rag from here to Metropolis as the Mystery Blonde Caught in Luthor’s Web?”

That can’t be right is immediately the tip of Kara’s tongue but it freezes there, along with the incredulous laugh threatening to burst out of her, because Snapper is shoving his phone in her face and–

“It’s not what it looks like,” she blurts out, instinctively, then winces at her own choice of words. Great save. “I was just being considerate.”

It’s true, really. She was only holding the door open for Lena as they left L-Corp (Lena was on the move the whole day, they did half of the interview in the back of her Range Rover, flitting between offices), and it only happened that Lena’s hand fell to her forearm, a completely innocent gesture, as innocent as Lena’s smile, as the way she swayed a little closer, saying thank you as she strode by. And sure, Kara may have felt mesmerized for a single, fleeting moment, suddenly so deeply flustered by the gentle weight of Lena’s hand that she almost cracked the door handle in two, but who wouldn’t? Lena Luthor just has a remarkable presence. Why are they letting paparazzi camp out at the L-Corp doorstep, anyways?

“I’ve never seen Luthor that affectionate with anyone.” Snapper eyes Kara suspiciously, his face screaming why you of all people, bumbling rookie who can barely even spell?. “I’ve never seen any of the Luthors affectionate with anyone at all.”

“Guess it’s just my natural charm, sir.” Kara flashes the most annoyingly innocent smile she can, then squares her shoulders. “Did you actually read my article?”

There’s a beat of silence, Snapper staring daggers at her. Then finally, finally, he lets out an annoyed huff.

“Of course I read it. It’s going out first thing tomorrow.” He pockets his phone, then rubs his face with a tired motion. “Make sure this doesn’t happen again.”

“You got it, boss.”

-

It happens again.

It happens again a bunch, really. (Kara at the L-Corp gala, at Lena’s table, the two of them in lively conversation, shoulders pressed together – she was telling me about L-Corp’s new green energy initiative, sir –, the fond smile and almost-teasing tone when Lena calls “yes, Miss Danvers?” at her press conference – she’s just nice! It’s not a crime! –, the candid of them on the CatCo balcony when Lena’s in house for her cover shoot, Kara gesturing excitedly and Lena leaning against the railing, hanging onto every word, a jacket two sizes too big wrapped around her shoulders – you know it gets cold out there. At least there’s no photos of her wrapping the jacket around Lena, their hands brushing together, the faint blush along the lines of Lena’s throat. That’d probably look pretty suspicious.) Snapper’s face takes on increasingly vivid shades of purplish red.

“Do we need to go over the meaning of journalistic integrity again, Danvers?”

Kara decides to take graduating from “Ponytail” as a win.

“We’re not– it’s not anything untoward,” she shoots back, arms crossed, only slightly blushing. In anger, certainly. “I’m doing my job. I grilled her on L-Corp still holding a contract with the government for anti-alien defense systems that Lex negotiated, just last week. There’s footage.”

“Yeah,” Snapper grinds his teeth so vehemently that Kara’s afraid he might crack a crown. “Footage of her hugging you in the hallway afterwards, too. What the hell were you doing?”

“She just thanked me, sir.” The vein on Snapper’s neck looks ready to burst. Kara makes a mental note to recommend meditation at a less belligerent time. “She said my question made it possible for her to make a public stance and really send a message.”

Snapper looks like he’s nearing an aneurysm.

“Hell, Danvers, that sounds even worse!”

It sounded pretty great, actually, Kara thinks, after the borderline unprofessional row they had in Lena’s office when Kara first broached the subject. It felt pretty great, too, not just Lena’s declaration, her renewed commitment to reject everything Lex and Lillian stand for, but the warmth of Lena’s pressed against her, her lips brushing against Kara’s cheek, the low murmur of “you’re such a wonderful friend” in her ear that gave her such a strange shiver. At least that much thankfully escaped the prying eyes and cameras.

“Either I don’t go near her, or CatCo continues to have the leading stories on one of National City’s most high-profile citizens.” She gives Snapper the steeliest look she can muster without letting her heat vision flare up. “And my covers are currently bringing in our biggest numbers. Sir.”

Snapper grinds his teeth again, but his shoulders sag just a touch, and Kara knows she’s won this round.

“You’re on thin ice, Danvers. Back to your desk.”

Kara complies with a grin and a thumbs up, and decides to take a break half an hour later, when Alex forwards her an article titled Bosom Buddies: Lena Luthor Out And About With CatCo Gal Pal with a subtle mix of skull, knife, and eyeroll emojis. She does save one of the photos, though, the one where Lena’s head’s thrown back in adorable, delightful laughter.

-

“Can you explain this one, Danvers?”

Snapper doesn’t look angry this time. No, he’s strangely calm, somewhat elated, even, slamming a whole bundle of newspapers down on her desk, jolting Kara out of her reverie. Half of them are National City publications, Kara vaguely notes, but there’s Metropolis and Gotham and Central City in the mix, too, as if it was the story of the century. Must be a slow news day.

“Of course, sir. I think the proper term is ‘first date’?”

To her greatest surprise, Snapper barks out a laugh, loud and gruff.

“You’re now barred from any future reporting on the Luthors or L-Corp,” he tells her, not without a touch of satisfaction. If Kara hadn’t been walking on sunshine for the past thirteen hours, twenty-eight minutes and forty-one seconds, since the first tentative press of Lena’s lips against her own, she might’ve felt a bit miffed. “Cat Grant’s setting aside a little time later in the afternoon to chew you out personally.”

Kara nods happily along. Withering tones and grim disapproval, the usual spiel, as if anything could dull that buzzing, electrifying feeling coursing through her body since last night, the weightless, feverish joy that grips her every time she thinks of Lena’s last text and everything can’t wait to see you again tonight could possibly entail.

“Yessir.”

“Congratulations, Danvers.” Snapper raps his knuckles against her desk. “Let’s spare each other the heartburn from now on.”

- 

(Kara shows up with a hickey on her neck and the headlines of Lena Luthor Packs PDA With New Girlfriend the next day. Snapper refuses to look her in the eyes for the rest of the week.) 

[itsalliebitheway]

make a move, do your thing

chapter 2: garden

Kara was furious! She’d never felt as powerless as in that moment when Lena had been kidnapped right in front of her on the street next to the CatCo entrance and she was forced to stay hidden and not save her because literal news cameras had captured the moment.

It took her a whole ten minutes to get away from the news vultures, and when she finally made it to the DEO in her supersuit, nobody else had reacted yet. She’d fully expected that the agents would be running around, trying to find Lena and where her kidnappers had taken her.

“Why is nobody doing anything?!” she yelled as she strode to Alex and Brainy who were talking casually.

“What do you mean, we’re literally talking about next months budget cuts?” Alex asked, her frown firmly in place.

“Lena has been kidnapped out in the open street. I was right there, and I couldn’t do anything. So now you have to do something, you have to find her!”

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Supercorptober - 3. Dress

Lena's dress exposed her collarbones, and Kara looked around her suspiciously to prevent horny corporate business men from staring.

Oh, who was she kidding. She was the worst of them all.

When Lena had invited her to her private gala, she'd intended for it to be strictly friendly (mostly). Kara knew Lena was not interested in her, and was, to make matters worse, in desperate need of a friend that she felt Kara could be.

Therefore, under no circumstances was Kara planning on taking advantage of Lena's friendship to turn it into more.

Not that asking Lena out would have been possible even if she'd wanted to, considering the amount of people surrounding the CEO, and the very annoying alien trailing behind Kara with his incessant questions.

Both women made eye contact a few times, but Lena's attention was hogged by her guests, and Kara's by Mon-El's increasingly absurd inquiries.

By the end of the night, Kara had finally sent Mon-El away to Al’s, the dwindling buffet and drab company - exception made of Kara - persuading him to seek attention elsewhere, and Lena's high profile guests were dispersing slowly.

Lena made her way to a socially exhausted Kara with an ease that betrayed her high-society upbringing. Her steps were smooth despite her Louboutin stilettos, her dress impeccable still, her makeup flawless - undoubtedly touched up during the course of the evening.

"Kara!" She smiled easily.

Kara beamed in return. "Hi, Lena!”

Lena conspicuously looked around, then back at her date. "Has your friend Mike abandoned you?" 

Kara chuckled uneasily. Mike. Right.

"Yes, he got bored at some point, went out to the bar instead. It seems socialite parties are not his thing."

Lena bit her lip worriedly. "I'm sorry, Kara, I've been a terrible host. I invited you both and I could barely keep you company at all. I hope you didn't feel compelled to stay for me?”

"No! No, Lena, not at all. Of course you had other obligations. I'm quite happy to get to talk to you like this, to be honest. I would go through this whole party again if I had to.”

Lena flashed her a sincere smile. 

“Flatterer,”she whispered.

Kara's heartbeat stuttered and resumed, blood rushing to her cheeks.

"Um, Lena?" 

Lena looked at her questioningly, seemingly unaware of the effect she'd just had on the blonde. "Yes?"

"Would you like to watch a movie, at my place, when this wraps up?"

Lena smiled again, dimpled cheeks and all.

Kara gripped her own dress with both hands, overcome with the sudden urge to wrap her arms around the ethereal being who called herself her best friend, plant a kiss on the smooth skin of her cheek, and never let go.

"It would be my pleasure, Kara." Lena frowned again. "If you don't mind waiting another half hour, that is? I really need to bid everyone farewell before I take my leave."

Kara lay a gentle hand on Lena's elbow. "Of course, Lena, don't mind me! I'll be here next to the few remaining potstickers." Kara winked and Lena almost snorted, catching herself at the last second.

Her smile was blinding still, eclipsing her exceptional dress and bare back as she strode back confidently towards the remainder of her guests.

Barely forty minutes later, the two women were riding in the backseat of Lena's car, towards Kara's apartment. 

The drive from the venue took less than twenty minutes, providing both women the opportunity to breathe and relax from their exhausting evening. Talk was scarce, their companionship already allowing long stretches of comfortable silence.

When they reached Kara's apartment, Kara immediately rushed to her room to fetch Lena a change of attire. 

"Here, Lena. Take these, you'll be much more comfortable."

Lena smiled gratefully as she accepted the bundle of clothes, heading to the bathroom after Kara's directions.

Kara super-sped into her pyjamas with jittery hands, both excited and nervous at the prospect of an evening with one of her favourite friends.

Kara was setting up food in the living room when Lena came out in Kara's casual clothes. 

The CEO was pulling at the sleeves of Kara's National City University sweatshirt, self-consciously avoiding eye contact as she stepped into the room.

Kara's first and only thought for a few seconds was that Lena looked transformed, stripped bare and exposed without her corporate armour in a way that made her all the more stunning.

Kara's late second thought was that Lena seemed visibly anxious, shyly awaiting Kara's judgement like a jury sentence.

"You look amazing, Lena," she exhaled shakily.

Lena appeared to let go of a crushing weight, her half smile timid as she looked up hesitantly. 

"Really? Even in these clothes?"

Kara frowned, hurt at the implications for Lena's self-worth.

"You looked stunning tonight, don't get me wrong, but here, relaxed, with me, I- you look like you, and it makes you glow."

Lena blushed and averted her gaze as she murmured a thank you.

They fell asleep together, Lena first, then Kara, who woke up soon after to gently carry Lena to her bed, electing to sleep on the couch.

Kara woke up first this time and all the times after, her powers warning her before Lena could spot her without her glasses, and uncover the secret Kara has dedicated so much of her life to hide.

But as careful as Kara is, Lena has always been her exception. She's not on such high alert when Lena is around, her senses barely triggered by Lena's presence anymore. 

Kara lets herself slip more and more after Lillian's arrest.

When Kara solar flares after fighting a decidedly over powered alien, it's Lena who brings her soup. 

Kara smiles tiredly at her best friend while she drinks the liquid at the bottom of the bowl, setting it back on the table and letting her head drop on Lena's shoulder.

As opposed to her powered self, solar-flared-Kara is extremely prone to falling asleep, and when her eyelids start to droop, she doesn't fight it, simply drawing closer to Lena to make herself more comfortable.

To Lena's endeared surprise, it takes less than a minute for the blonde to fall unconscious on her shoulder.

Lena smiles to herself while she fights a blush. It shouldn't be possible for someone to be so adorable, and yet- here they are.

Incapable of carrying Kara to her bed, Lena simply unfolds her legs and stands from the couch, setting up a pillow under Kara's head, and tenderly covering her up with a blanket.

A second trip allows her to clean up the soup on the table, and a last cursory glance reveals Kara's glasses precariously perched on her nose, adorably slipping as she falls into deeper sleep. 

Lena chuckles quietly as she slips them off her face, folding them carefully and setting  them up on the TV table.

She wants to stay and watch, but she knows how creepy it would be, so she only allows herself a handful of seconds to gaze longingly at the blonde's tired face.

In the beginning, Lena doesn't notice anything. 

It's only after getting a glass of water that she steps back in the living room and does a double take, the perspective from the kitchen door jarring in its clarity. 

Lena is gazing at the sleeping shape of Supergirl.

Lena Luthor has uncovered one of National City's best kept secrets, and, all along, that secret was her best friend. 

Her heart starts beating erratically, her energy suddenly drained at the enormity of the find.

Lena lets herself drop into a seated position on the floor, gracelessly sliding against the wall to slow the fall.

She puts her head into her hands and takes a few deep breaths, centering herself before she starts thinking.

What she knows: Kara Danvers is Supergirl. Kara Danvers, her best friend, - no - Kara Danvers, the person she's spent all of her free time with, is Supergirl. 

Kara Danvers has lied to her, if not directly, then by omission, for months.

The familiar sting of betrayal rises with the bile in her constricting throat, but Lena pushes it down.

Not the time, she admonishes herself. Not the time, not the time, not the time.

She can deal with her feelings later - or never, hopefully, if she shoves them in a box and closes it tight enough.

She will have to avoid Kara, for sure, but that should be easy enough, right?

Kara, Lena's best friend.

Kara, Supergirl, Lena's rescuer and hero.

Kara, who has conveniently failed to inform Lena of her secret. Kara, who - despite being the most important person by far in Lena's life - has not deemed Lena important or trustworthy enough to reveal her entire self.

Kara - Supergirl, Supergirl, Supergirl -, Kara who is sleeping peacefully at a Luthor's mercy in what seems like a frightening display of unintentional vulnerability.

Supergirl is there, asleep and helpless, defenceless and exposed, in front of Lena Luthor.

Either the hero is recklessly careless, or she trusts Lena besides any shadow of a doubt, despite her last name (somehow Lena doubts Kara would have fallen asleep anywhere within Lex's reach).

The puzzle seems easy enough to solve but Lena's logical mind is unable to see past that point, past the now glaringly obvious lies that Kara has fed her and the looming spectre of her forever tainted family name.

So Lena does what she always does when she feels scared, hurt or betrayed. She runs.

She takes the precaution of calling Alex first, informing her of her sister's state before departing like a thief. 

The thought of Alex has Lena down another rabbit hole of raging self-doubt. Does she even know Kara at this point? 

Thoughts of Alex lead to Winn, to James and Brainy, all friends of Kara, all colleagues of Supergirl, and Lena wonders if they know. 

And then, she wonders how she could have ever been so blind. So stupid. Fooled by a pair of glasses and a demure smile, by pastel sweaters and affected warmth that she now knows could only have been a play, a ploy to gain her trust and seize her heart.

*******

Kara hasn't heard from Lena since she fell asleep on her shoulder, and found Alex in her place.

She has sent Lena her thanks by message, apologising for using her as a pillow, and then- 

She reaches for her glasses to fidget, and almost pokes herself in the eye.

She finds them quickly, neatly folded on the clean TV table, but if Lena's gone, and her glasses are there, does it mean-

"Alex?" Kara calls out.

"Hm?"

"Did you remove my glasses and put them on the table?"

"No, I didn't."

"Then- if it wasn't you, then-" Kara looks at her sister desperately, begging her to alleviate her fear and tell her she's assuming wrong.

But Alex doesn't say anything, and Kara knows, and her world crumbles around her.

It wasn't supposed to happen like this, I was supposed to tell her, she shouldn't have found out like this- and oh-

"What if she hates me, Alex?"

"Give her space, Kara", Alex had advised.

Kara had itched to fly to Lena, to explain, to apologise, but as always, she'd heeded her sister's advice and stayed put, only sending a short message to say she would be there whenever Lena wanted to talk.

Lena, apparently, didn't want to talk. 

Two days passed, then three, then a week, and after two weeks Kara couldn't hold it in anymore. She couldn't help but believe that staying away had been a mistake. She should have gone to explain herself immediately, she shouldn't have let Lena's doubts fester, she knew her best friend...

She flies to L-Corp after work at CatCo, holding a paper bag of doughnuts, even though she doubts the bribe would suffice, this time.

Surprisingly, Jess lets her in Lena's office as usual.

Lena is seated at her desk, regal in a maroon suit tailored to her curves, her expression focused and cold.

The CEO slowly lifts her head and Kara stops breathing. 

"You can leave us, Jess," she waves her secretary away, and Jess quietly closes the door behind her on her way out.

"Kara", Lena greets calmly. Only the slight hitch in her heartbeat indicates anything is amiss.

"Lena," Kara breathes out. "I- came here to apologise."

"Oh? What for?"

"For not telling you sooner. For waiting like a coward until you found out yourself. For not coming to see you."

"Well, now, I know, and I accept your apology, so- you can go."

"Wh- what? What do you mean, I can go?"

"Exactly what I said. You can go. Now that you've made sure that the Luthor will be kept in line, that she won't go berserk like the rest of her family, what other business do you have here?"

"That's not what I was doing, Lena. That was never-"

Kara pauses as she remembers her first visit, with Clark, whose only goal was to spy on Lena. She recalls, too, the invasive questions she'd asked Lena, under false and ridiculous pretences, about Lillian. Then the white lies, the missed dates- the way it must have seemed, from Lena's perspective.

"In the beginning, I was wary of you, but I swear, I swear to you that I stopped seeing you as a Luthor as soon as we became friends."

"Then why not tell me? If I'm really your best friend, why keep me in the dark, while everybody else is in the know?"

Kara swallows. 

"I was selfish," she murmurs. "Selfish and scared. I thought- no, I knew, that once you discovered who I was, everything would change, and I delayed it as much as possible, but also- as long as you weren't aware I could pretend that you were mine, I could keep you to myself and be sure that you loved the part of me that no one ever sees, and I just- I wasn't ready to lose this, Lena. I wasn't ready to lose you to a symbol that takes takes takes and never gives back, to sacrifice yet another part of my life to the desperate superhero crusade. I wasn't ready for you to become friends with Supergirl, because Supergirl, as opposed to me, is actually on your level, and I- once she comes in, there isn't ever space for me anymore."

A single tear rolls down Kara's cheek.

"And if this is too big, if you can't forgive me- I will leave, and stop bothering you, and you can move on."

The silence stretches on, and Kara doesn't dare look up, disturb the fragile peace with her gaze or her clumsy presence.

"What if I can't?" Lena finally breathes.

"What?"

"What if I can't move on? What, then?"

"Then I will stay."

"Until when? Until you get bored? Until you find someone, like James, or Mike? Someone you trust with your secrets, with your life, with your heart?"

Kara shakes her head, slowly.

"No."

"What do you mean, no?"

"The person, that I trust with all of this?"

"Yes?"

"I've already found her."

Despite her super senses, Kara doesn't register movement until Lena's in front of her, her face dangerously close, getting closer still, and-

"Tell me I am reading this wrong, and I will stop", she whispers.

Kara stays silent, as if frozen, and Lena halts.

"Tell me, Kara", she repeats.

"N-no, you're- you're not reading this wrong," Kara squeaks, and Lena's mouth is on hers, soft and pliant and dripping with passion, and Kara's toes curl as she reciprocates greedily.

The kiss lasts as their tongues dance together, and Kara wants to hold Lena and never let go, to explore every inch of her and keep her close, but she's still holding that stupid bag of doughnuts-

Kara feels a tug on the bag and she lets it go, hears it drop unceremoniously to the floor.

"Your hands", Lena purrs against her lips. "On me."

And on Lena they are - for most of that night, and many nights after.

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Edits: Tense consistency, and inability to leave well enough alone.

[rustingcat]

Stars

Kara knew it was going to be a long day the moment her sister called her at 5 am, and asked her to help with a rampaging alien in town. She kissed her girlfriend softly on the forehead and teared herself out of bed, put on her suit and jumped into National City's sky.

It was well after 8 when Kara finished dealing with the aftermath, stopping to help the firefighters to take control of the area and clear out any debris. She made it to her office at eight twenty five, after a quick stop to shower at home, only five minutes short of her meeting with Cat. She shot Lena a quick message to reassure her she was okay, promising to make it to lunch and went in to greet Cat.

The meeting stretched longer than she liked. She started daydreaming about lunch with Lena and considered surprising her with some flowers just because, when her phone rang again with Alex emergency ringtone for the second time that day. Cat waved at her dismissively, telling her to "go save the day." Kara flashed her an apologetic smile and left.

She's only been to the new DEO a handful of times after she stepped back from most of her Supergirl duties. It was quite similar to the previous one, if only the Med bay had better access and less glass doors. J'onn and Alex were already near the big screen, styling the schematics of an old warehouse.

"What's up Alex?" She asked, making herself known to the group.

"It's about the attack from this morning." Alex said.

"Did he escape?"

"No, apparently this guy was a distraction. While you were fighting with him, there was a massive break in inside a large warehouse belonging to Lord industries. They were working on a special energy source that was far from market ready, which means it's highly dangerous." Alex used her serious tone, meaning things were worse than it seemed.

"If it was a distraction, did you try to interrogate the attacker from this morning?"

"That's the other thing," J'onn crossed his arms, his brow furrowed. "We identified him as a G'newtian, a very peaceful species that is more likely to give up than even attempt a fight."

"Then, why..?"

"We found traces of toxin in his blood," J'onn continued.

"He'd been dragged?"

"Most likely," He nodded. "We're working on an antidote, hopefully we'll be able to break him out of it soon."

"We are currently trying to locate him by searching for the energy signature, But we–"

"Director Danvers!" One of the agents cut her off. "We received a message that there's another attack near the pier."

"I'll take care of it," Kara announced. "You focus on the next heist."

"Alright, stay safe. We'll update you once the antidote is ready." Alex said and Kara flew out.

It was another G'newtian that greeted her at the pier, raging terror and destroying everything in sight. She did her best to hold him back, prioritising keeping civilians safe over taking him down. Nia joined in part way through the fight, using her dream energy shield to protect who she could. Kara didn't want to cause the poor soul any more damage than necessary, he was as much of a victim there as the rest of the people around then, if not more. When an agent told her the antidote was ready, she made a quick trip to the DEO balcony, leaving the young mother to make sure everyone was safe, took the antidote from the agent, and came back to swiftly stick it to his upper arm. It took a few seconds, but the G'newtian passed out motionless on the ground, ending the fight with minimal damage.

Kara just made it to the DEO with the G'newtian to let him recover, when Alex strode in, face furrowed and emanating pure frustration.

"I guess you didn't catch them?" Kara guessed, using a lighter voice to hopefully alleviate some of the tension. It didn't seem to work."What did they steal this time?"

"Power plant, they took the new L.L foundation's emergency energy capsule." Alex pulled up the schematic on the screen.

"They already have enough power to level the entire city with this thing." J'onn pointed out.

"You think they're building a bomb?" Alex inquired.

"There's a good chance for that." J'onn nodded.

Kara took a step back and let them continue the investigation as she checked her phone. It was well past lunch time, she quickly opened Lena's conversation to apologise, finding there a few messages asking her to be safe with little red hearts. She smiled to herself and pressed the call button.

"Kara! Are you okay?" Lena asked before she could even say hello.

"Yes, I'm more than fine," she tried to reassure her.

"Are you sure? Is there more going on? Do you need help?"

"I promise we got it under control, and if we need help, Alex will call you immediately."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, It's probably just another alien. I defeated many before."

"I know many aliens that are not 'just'."

"Oh, yeah? Anyone in particular?" Kara was grateful to break the tension with some light flirting.

"I wouldn't call you 'just'."

"What am I if I'm not 'just an alien'?"

There was a small beat of silence. "You're a gift from the stars, Kara."

Kara was left speechless, she wasn't ready for this kind of statement. Warm feelings spread throughout her body, giving her the energy she needed after everything she went through that day.

"Promise me you'll be safe, alright? We need you safe."

Kara nodded to herself and swallowed hard. "I promise."

"I love you."

"I love you, too

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[natalievoncatte]

cw: violence

Lena checked her watch. She only had a few minutes to pull this off, and had to time it perfectly. Lex was across town meeting with an investment consortium from Japan.

Officially.

She knew what he was planning. She just lacked the proof she needed. Once she had it, she would go to the media through her best friend and confidant, Kara Danvers. She had eyes on Lex right now as he met, in secret, with a Kasnian agent, the same one who'd help him orchestrate the theft of a prototype Lexosuit; that had been one of the first times that Superman had shut down one of Lex's schemes, and earned his undying hatred.

Lena needed the final piece of the puzzle before she involved Kara and pulled her into the danger of her private little war with her brother. This was so far beyond anything Lex had attempted that Lena knew now was the time, she had to stop him now, today. The line had to be drawn here, and no further.

The secure lab was deep in the bowels of the Lexcorp Tower in Metropolis; Lena made the excuse of a meeting with some of the research team working on battery enhancements for the upcoming line of Lexmobiles. (Lena had spent hours genuinely trying to talk Lex out of that god-awful name, and actually call them something marketable, but his towering ego was as immovable as it was monumental)

Lena's heart was racing as she stepped out of the elevator, carrying her briefcase under one arm. She strode down the hall like she owned the place (she did, actually- or half of it, anyway) and made sure anyone watching on the security feeds would pay her no mind. She'd worked here for years; even though she'd moved to National City to lead her own division, away from Lex, Superman, and all the drama, she was not an uncommon sight in this place.

Maybe here.

Lena stopped at the door, a heavy steel slab six feet wide and eight feet tall. Breath catching, she slipped her hand in her pocket and slid her finger through the ring she carried there. When she pulled her hand out, an image inducer created a perfect replica of Lex's hand around her own, projecting the unique contours and ridges of his palm and fingertips while simulating his pulse and unique vitals.

It was either going to work or it wasn't. She pressed the false hand to the sensors and waited. It beeped twice and turned a healthy blue.

The door let out a rush of cool air as it slid silently aside, its motion mirrored by an inner door of the same dimensions sliding in the opposite direction. Lena stepped through and removed the ring; the doors slid ominously closed behind her, latching with a heavy thunk as wrist-thick steel bolts slid home, anchoring them in place.

She knew that not only was the entire room lined with lead, but the lights could instantly switch to a red wavelength and the long sliding panels on the wall would open to reveal K-Radiator emitters. This room was designed to be a death trap for Kryptonians, should one be foolish enough to enter. That was why Lena had to do this alone.

Supergirl would rush in where angels feared to tread, and given the chance, she'd barge through those doors and end up helpless on the floor, at Lex's mercy to murder without witnesses. Or worse.

The lab was smaller than she expected, and Spartan. Despite her brother's notorious, arrogant grandiosity, he could be relentlessly practical when needed, and at heart was utterly ruthless. Lab benches lined the walls, and the computer was no different, visually, from any other workstation, though it was connected to a vast private database and would have very difficult encryption and security protocols that no one in the world could crack.

No one but her.

The far end of the room was dominated by a peculiar machine, resembling an incubation chamber of some kind, roughly human-sized and surrounded by thick steel cables and tubes, with several dozen monitors rigged up all around it, displaying all sorts of information.

Including biorhythmic data and vital signs.

Lena ran a hand over the steel of the external pod. It was warm.

Her throat tightened. This might be worse than she thought.

Turning to the terminal, Lena sat down on the stool and took from her bag a small portable drive and connection cable, setting them on the desktop in front of her. Lex had one of those drinking birds dunking placidly away at a glass of water on the desk, another bit of his peculiar humor. She'd once loved that about him, before his joking took on a mirthless, cruel streak.

Letting out a slow breath, Lena wiggled the mouse and woke the computer. It demanded a password, pass phrase, and passkey. The two she had, the latter was what the drive was for.

She typed BUCEPHALUS in the password field, then THY FEARFUL SYMMETRY in the pass phrase field, then clicked the cursor into the last box and plugged in the drive, and waited.

The program loaded automatically. If she made an attempt to brute-force the passcode, it would set off the alarms and possibly even trigger a deadly trap in this room. Lena had to crack it without cracking it; it took her months to create this algorithm, with the secret and begrudging help of Querl Dox at the DEO. He'd been concerned about it falling into the wrong hands; he was right to fear that, as it could crack virtually any system in seconds.

It did exactly that, filling in the require passcode. Lena clicked the LOGON button and let out a soft cry of relief as the screen lit up with Lex's desktop.

He had a series of folders waiting, just sitting there ready to be opened. The folders had names like LEXOSUIT, PARTICLE EMITTER, BINARY FUSION GENERATOR, SPATIAL DISTORTION CANNON, POINT-TO-POINT TRANSMATTER... and PROJECT GALATEA.

Lena opened that folder, and found a series of video files. She opened the first one, dated over a year ago.

Lex' face appeared, the man himself seated in this very lab.

"Mother stole Supergirl's DNA and used it to breach the Fortress of Solitude. She walked those hallowed halls, and didn't invite me! Not only that, she took only one device, when Superman's precious armory was right there for the taking! Is everyone a fool? Am I doomed to be surrounded by incompetents?"

He took a deep breath.

"It doesn't matter. There's enough of what she took left to comprise a viable sample... all I need is time, and I had that in abundance now that I've taken care of that nosy Gotham prosecutor that was working with Superman. He's too busy robbing banks to bother with me, and with the Metropolis police and GCPD in my pocket, Superman and that flying rat of his have nowhere to turn."

Flying rat? What the hell was he talking about?

Lena skipped a few files ahead.

"We'll call her Project Galatea. My initial plan -to create a limited-use drug that would produce Kryptonian superpowers- has been a failure. Nor was I able to successfully create a viable clone."

Lena's stomach sank. Clone? Clone? Had Lex tried to clone Supergirl? Was that was this equipment was for?

"Then it hit me- I could complete the project another way, by filling in the gaps in her DNA, but that still didn't solve all the problems. There was a missing component- I still don't know how Kryptonians actually absorb and process sunlight, for one. Still, that seems to be solving itself. Galatea's cells are absorbing the artificial solar energy that I'm pumping into her maturation chamber at a geometric rate. She might be even more powerful than her mother by the time she matures."

Lena jerked to her feet, a chill running through her body. Mother? Wait, did he mean-

Oh. Oh God.

Lena let the video drone on in the background as she moved back to the chamber. It was encased in steel plating, but it was designed to open. Lena found a pair of goggles on a work table near the control panel and put them on before flipping a switch.

The panels rotated, exposing a human form lying at an angle at rest on a padded platform. A respirator, like a flight mask, was strapped to her face, and she was submerged in thick, bubbling liquid. The chamber would have been too brilliant to look at, if Lena hadn't put on the goggles. It was flooded with brilliant solar radiation.

She'd put the inhabitant between ten and twelve years old, with golden skin and dark hair. Lena blinked a few times; it was like looking at an old picture of herself, actually.

For a brief moment, she just stared.

Then it hit her, and she almost vomited as she shoved the switch and closed the doors over the maturation chamber, stumbling back as she retched.

What did he do?

What did he do?

"I see you've met your niece."

Lena whirled, and found Lex staring her down, standing in front of the lab doors with his hands clasped behind his back, a satisfied smirk on his face.

"How... what... what the fuck did you do, Lex?"

"I think you've already pieced it together."

"Why?"

"Why?" said Lex. "I'll tell you why. Security. The security of a free state, sister. I did it because it had to done."

"This is... this is obscene," said Lena. "This is a violation, Lex. I'm not going to let you get away with it."

He laughed. "Get away with it? What do you mean, get away with it? What are you going to do, sue me for custody?"

"You... this is monstrous, Lex."

"We live in a world of monsters, dear sister," said Lex, stepping closer. "Gods and monsters, and who are we? Men, just men. There's whole universe out there, a multiverse, full of these creatures, and the human race is defenseless against them, and worse, they're being welcomed. They're eating of those Kryptonians' palms, you included, and now there are more of them. The green freak claiming to be a Martian. The so-called Amazon. There's seven or eight of them running around. Eventually it'll be twenty, then thirty, then more. They'll run roughshod over our institutions."

"You're out of your mind," said Lena.

"Am I?" said Lex. "Superman and Supergirl claim they fight for truth, justice, and the American way, right? What if their definition of justice doesn't match ours? What if they decide the American way isn't good enough? What if they decide they need to do more than pull kittens out of trees? Then what? Tell me, Lena, what happens if Superman decides to fly down tomorrow and tear the roof off the White House?"

"He wouldn't do that," said Lena. "I've met him, and I know Supergirl. She's saved my life a dozen times, and I suspect you know exactly what I'm talking about."

Lex shook his head. "Mother's extremism has always been a burden. I've done my best to protect you from her, Lena, and I've been honest about it. That's more than you can say for Supergirl."

"You kept this from me," said Lena.

"Until I was ready. I had to be sure that she was viable before I bring her out of the chamber and introduce you. She's going to be part of the family. Our long lost cousin, who we'll raise as a daughter, knowing that the Earth is truly safe now. That we'll have one of them on our side."

"This... this is Supergirl's child."

"That won't be a problem," said Lex. "It's time for you to grow up and let go of these fantasies, Lena. Supergirl doesn't have any interest in you. You're nothing to her, at best a beloved pet."

"I believe in her. We've worked together."

"I said the same thing about Superman. You know how close we were."

"It's not like that."

Lex's smirk turned cruel. "Isn't it? You've always had a type."

'Fuck you," Lena spat.

He chuckled softly and shook his head. "You're not listening. I guess I have to prove it to you. Computer! Show her."

The droning video log of Lex discussing the problems of merging Kryptonian and human DNA stopped, and another one popped up, taking the entire screen. Lena almost didn't look, but her head turned inexorably and she watched.

"Kara?"

Lena watched Kara Danvers walking down a corridor. She stumbled, as something hit her back, twice. Whatever it was tore holes in her cardigan, and she turned around, standing tall. Taller than usual. She didn't move this time; it was as if little puffs of wind were blowing holes in her clothes.

Except they weren't puffs of wind. They were bullets; Lena could see the muzzle flashes, off camera.

"What... how..."

Kara yanked her glasses off and shook her hair free, ripping the cardigan open, popping the buttons, baring the sweeping crest on the chest of her her blue uniform.

"No," Lena whispered.

"I sent the men who shot her in this recording," said Lex. "Don't worry, I already knew; Mother told me. The alien confessed it to her, before begging her not to tell you. I wonder why."

The video ended.

"This is a trick. She wouldn't... she isn't... she's my best friend."

"No, she's your master and you're an obedient dog, heeling where she tells you, and if you aren't... do you know what happened to the assassins I sent to kill Kara Danvers?"

Lena swallowed. "Shut up, Lex. Stop talking."

He smiled, teeth bared in a wolfish grin. "The martian mind-wiped them. He uses his psychic powers to erase the memories of anyone who compromises her identity."

"Stop," said Lena.

"Ever have any... episodes?" said Lex. "Any of those days, where you were so busy your memory gets a little foggy? Ever find yourself back in your apartment without quite knowing how you got there? Are you sure your own memories haven't been tampered with, Lena?"

"Shut up!" she screamed.

"You've been manipulated, tricked, deceived. She doesn't love you, she never will, and you have nowhere to turn. Help me, Lena. Join me, and we can be a proper family again. We can put things right, and lead a free world to-"

Lena reached into her pocket and pulled out a nickel plated Smith and Wesson Ladysmith revolver with faux-ivory grips bearing Lena's initials. Lex gave it to her on her twenty-first birthday, and went with her to the range the next week to teach her to use it.

"Oh," said Lex.

Lena shot him. The blast was ear-splitting in the confined space, leaving a painful ringing in its wake. Lex crumpled, toppling onto his side as if his strings had been cut. Rolling onto his back, he stemmed the gushing of his lifeblood from the wound just below his ribs and looked at her.

"Didn't think you had it in you," he rasped. "Should have known you'd be the one. You can only count on blood."

Tears stung her eyes, blurred her vision. Lena held out the weapon, her grip trembling as she aimed at his head.

"You'll never stop," she choked out. "You'll kill her. She'll never be safe as long as you're alive."

Lex grinned, the corners of his mouth wet with blood. "Do it."

Lena's finger flexed, but the trigger felt frozen in place. As it shifted slightly, a flood of memories slammed through her- shooting lessons and chess games, strange idle fancies and muted conversations, long rides in the back of sedans. Lena's graduation, Lionel's funeral, Lillian's abuses, Lex standing between their father and Lena with a bruise on his jaw, warning the old man not to lay another hand on her.

A sob tore from her throat. She couldn't do it. She couldn't.

Lex laughed flecks of blood onto the floor.

"Go on, then. I don't need you. I have my own Kryptonian, and she's going to be daddy's little girl."

It was as if the rain suddenly stopped, the sun cracking open the clouds. The gun was terribly loud again, and Lena turned away before she saw the shot connect, looking away from the blood fanning out across the floor as Lex went silent and still.

Shoving the still-hot gun back into her pocket, Lena ran.

Thought I'd share a little bit more from the in-progress Curse of Strahd AU/Crossover!

[medieval-wench]

Chapter 2 of the villain Lena fic is out!

Kara strode forward confidently, putting on what she hoped was a winning smile. “Hi, I’m Kara Danvers from CatCo. It’s nice to meet you, Miss Luthor.”

She held out a hand for Lena to shake, hoping desperately that it wasn’t overly sweaty. Lena took it gracefully, her hands cool and soft besides a slight row of calluses below her knuckle line. From fencing, maybe, Kara thought. As their skin touched, Kara felt a slight tingle transfer between their palms.

“And you as well, Miss Danvers.”

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55803016/chapters/142235095

[massive-marvel]

Kara, seizing on the momentum of the moment, gently brushed Yuri's hair from her face, and got very close to her, as if to kiss her. "You, captain, are very alluring, you know that? I look forward to really learning about you..." Then Kara walked into the buffet, Yuri still at her hip.

"I prefer openness, honesty, and boldness. Even with my powers, I would never change who a person is. Now, maybe I might use them to make them feel some... sensual bliss..." Kara winked playfully at Yuri. "But I wouldn't want to change you. I like you being forward. I think I'll like watching you stuff your face just as much..."

"For you, Kara, I can be an open book, so ask whatever you want." Yuri enjoyed being close like that, for the moment of what looked like a kiss. She'd definitely want to get further than that~

She grinned at her next words, it almost sounded like a challenge. "You wanna see me really go full hog here, huh? I can do that~ Perfect timing, since I'm hungrier than ever." She marked their table by putting her jacket onto it, then looked over to the buffet itself. A very broad spread of foods, plenty of meat, pasta, and the New York classics like pizza and hotdogs. "This is gonna be fun~" She strode over to the queue, paying for her ticket, the all you can eat one. She was going to give Kara a show~

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[fazedlight]

Lost (Character study for 1x16 Falling)

I couldn’t save Krypton.

The thought floated past her mind, surprising her with its intensity. While she could never erase the ache inside, her old haunted feelings had softened into fond memory over the years. She didn’t know why that thought would occur to her now. And she had never thought of it as her responsibility to do the saving then - she had been a child, unable to rescue a planet.

She pushed it out of her mind.

That morning as she pulled out clothes - trying to control the strange restlessness in her body - she scanned her wardrobe for what to wear that day. Cat always talks about power dressing, Kara thought, mulling over how easy it’d be to fly over to a clothing store before work. Power. Confidence. A bit of sex appeal. Don’t I deserve that?

And it seemed to have worked when she finally strode out of the Catco elevator in the morning - every head in the room turned. Rao, what she would give to have James look at her like that more often. Even Siobhan seemed intimidated as Kara sniped back.

But still, the drops of pain seeped into her mind all day. I couldn’t save Krypton. 

Kara pushed it away in every meeting, as her jaw clenched and her hands twitched into fists. She pushed the thought away during the DEO briefing where J’onn droned and droned about stolen gold bars. 

Pointless. She knew her job. “Kick. Alien. Ass.” Rao, why does any of this matter?

Kara threw another lazy punch at the weak alien. There will always be Fort Rozz inmates, she thought. The next, and the next, and the next - chasing down rogue aliens like an annoying chore that the DEO couldn’t even bother to thank her for. When does it end?

There was the fear she couldn’t acknowledge. It ends when Non’s kryptonian army takes her down.

J’onn was less than pleased that she had let the inmate go. The fucking audacity, Kara thought, her frustration at being the DEO’s disposable tool finally boiling over. “Every kryptonian on this planet wants to kill me, except my cousin,” she shouted back at J’onn -  an alien almost as powerful as she was, who couldn’t lift a damn finger. “What are you so afraid of?” she demanded, “You talk about honor and your people, and yet you refuse to be one of them.”

Because fuck, she had tried. Tried to honor her culture, as last daughter of Krypton - only to find out that her mother had used her, that her aunt and uncle had killed so many in their attempts to save her planet, that her government had lied to them all. She had tried to honor a culture that had destroyed itself. I couldn’t save Krypton.

J’onn and Alex watched in shock as she turned on her heels. She was almost mindless as she turned the corner, denting a concrete wall as she stormed out of the DEO. My life doesn’t matter to them, she thought, and my people’s lives never mattered to Rao.

She could control the chaos. She felt nothing as Cat’s eyes narrowed on her, a subtle threat for daring to use a fucking elevator. She felt nothing as she got Siobhan fired. She felt nothing as she jerked James’ arm back on the dance floor. All she could do was laugh in the face of absurdity, laugh at how hollow all of this really was.

She had meant what she said to Cat. All she did was enable these humans’ victimhood, carry the weight of their world on her shoulders. “True power, Cat, is in deciding who will live and who will die.” I couldn’t save Krypton, and I can’t stop Non.

“Kara, this isn’t you,” Alex shouted, putting out the fire Kara had set as Kara strode casually away from the charred clothing.

“I’m more me than I’ve ever been.”

She was done with the hero business. She was free. Free of kryptonian rules, free of human rules. Her godlike powers would ensure that she could be worshipped by these insignificant humans, that she could erase the weak child that had lost her entire planet. She could be a god who owned her powers until the planet inevitably fell to Non’s army.

The litany went on in her mind. Krypton is dead, living is pointless, trying is pointless. Somewhere else in her mind came the thought Alex is right, this isn’t me - but it floated away as quickly as it came, darker thoughts breaking through the surface to replace it.

Kara flew away, and it wasn’t long until there were bullets hitting her chest. I was the one who survived, Kara thought as she laughed, watching the metal glint in the street lights. She burned cars and knocked weapons out of agents’ hands, reveling in a past that she was free from. Me, a child. And now I’m the most powerful person in this world.

Something twinged inside her, watching as Alex collapsed against the DEO car, claiming to want to help after attempting to shoot her. She never valued my life, Kara thought, not when she sent me into battle. Not when she slayed Aunt Astra.

“You have to stop,” Alex begged, as Kara’s eyes began to burn red.

“Nothing on Earth can stop me,” Kara growled.

“You don’t want to kill me.”

She was right. Kara knew she was right - she didn’t want Alex dead. But you’ll die anyway, Kara’s mind raced. Non’s army, human ecological destruction, what does it matter how.

The thought tore through her like acid. This planet will die just like before, came the fruitless and angry thought. We’ll be nothing, in the end. 

It was absurd. It was reality. It was everything she was running from. I couldn’t save Krypton, and I can’t save Earth.

She didn’t hear J’onn before the ambush, but she could feel his punches land. He was far more powerful than any Fort Rozz escapee - she had to put effort in to gain the offense again, fighting for the upper hand as they skid up a skyscraper. Kara landed in the concrete, rising from the ground to stare down a man she once called a friend, ready to start again - when she heard a click and a buzz behind her.

And then everything went black.

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December 11: Halloween 6: The Curse of Michael Myers

Made an apple crisp and watched Halloween 6. My first instinct is to say it was...not good. The beauty of Halloween (1978) is its simplicity, and the sequels are at their worst when they become convoluted and complicated--and this one was way too convoluted. I am not interested in Druids and curses and dark magic ceremonies and people in robes, blah blah blah. I don't think the series needs any of this and if it DOES because there's nothing else to say--just stop making them? I can definitely understand how, even though the ending did not have the 'this is end of the plot' feel of Halloween II, and I could easily imagine them continuing on with what was revealed here--following Tommy and Kara perhaps to some kind of romance, playing around more with making Danny evil, more fully explaining the "DNA experiments" whispered about here, and continuing down the Druid cult rabbit hole--I also fully understand why they dropped ALL of that and went the "now a different AU, Laurie lives" route.

Weirdly, the film it reminded me of the most was H3 Spirit of the Witch: the mixing of ancient curses with modern technology, the idea of Halloween as a ritualistic night of bloodletting, and the big climax in an echoing laboratory. But... I thought H3 did all that stuff better, in part because it doesn't gel with the Michael Myers lore, in my opinion.

The worst part of the movie was what they did to Jamie. Bad enough they fucked over Danielle Harris, but... what a gross, disgusting route to go with that character. Kidnapped, left for years who knows where, then presumably raped, kept alive only to open the movie with Birth Torture Porn (soooo uncomfortable), then be the Harbinger Character, and then die, in an absolutely repulsive way. She was the final girl! She was the protagonist of 2 films! But now that she's given birth to a prop baby, we don't need her for anything.

I was not a fan of the gore level of the deaths in general. Why did we need to straight up see John Strode explode? I know the silly levels of blood and guts are a plus for a lot of slasher fans but not me.

Also, there was not enough Loomis in this film, especially egregious since it was Donald Pleasence's last film. Everything they did leave in was very...rote. Did he need to be in the movie at all? Was he really doing anything?

For a last-film-in-the-arc there was also a lot of stuff that wasn't explained. I suppose at least some of it was in the Producer's Cut, but I'm not planning on watching that any time soon. Was Steven an incest baby or a science baby or both? What exactly was going on with Danny? Like, I understood it, but... it felt like a big plot point to be sorta left off to the side. Like H4 Jamie but lamer.

There were some things I liked. The concept of the Young People trying to resurrect Halloween was cool, but I don't think they did enough with it, either the forbidden Halloween era, or the Junior College campus party. I thought the film was going to climax there instead of at the asylum/hospital, but as it was, it was sort of a...footnote of a plot point. But it had promise.

Similarly, I liked the asshole shock jock. The radio show that connected all the different characters was very clever and made the intro more interesting, and it was a bit of meta fun, with the different callers and theories, that a franchise this many movies in can do. It also added some levity, which most of the film lacked. Having Jamie communicate her warning through the radio was pretty cool.

I was entertained watching Paul Rudd, though I would not necessarily call his performance...good? I wasn't sure what they were getting at with grown up Tommy but it almost worked for me? I heard he was supposed to be like the successor to Loomis, and I can see that if I squint. I wish they'd played it up more. Like, an original character becoming a creepy obsessive with red string connecting the newspaper clippings on his wall, and he's played by a young, cute Paul Rudd? Here for this, even if in practice they did not stick the landing.

I thought Kara was a pretty competent final-girl figure, also.

And there were a few creepy moments that I really liked: John Strode approaching the washing machine; Kara stepping over Michael to get to Danny; the little girl talking about the "warm, red rain," which had a real nightmare quality; and the shots of Tommy at the Halloween party (why? idk) intercut with Mrs. B talking about Halloween with Danny. That sequence really screamed "the climax of this story is going to happen here" but then it didn't. Oh well. Tommy trying to open the door to get Kara out while Michael approaches was also pretty great.

Finally, I liked this depiction of Michael: the mask, the outfit, the actor. The franchise gets A LOT out of this character design. All he needs to do is appear in the shadows or walk slowly across a room and it's automatically scary! But this one I thought had a little extra zest.

Next is H20, which I actually am excited to watch, but I don't know if I'll have time between now and when I visit home for the holidays.

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⎘ THE SHAPE:

❝ Black cats and goblins and broomsticks and ghosts, covens of witches with all of their hosts. You may think they scare me, you’re probably right, blacks cats and goblins on Halloween night! ❞

HADDONFIELD, IL

↳ Haddonfield Memorial Hospital

━ O C T O B E R 3 1, 1 9 9 6

10:35 PM

A year has passed since Michael Myers last unleashed his terror on the small town of Haddonfield. In that time, Kara Strode and her son, Danny, have relocated to Chicago, while Tommy remains in Haddonfield, assisting Dr. Loomis with his work. Unfortunately, Dr. Samuel Loomis's health has begun to decline rapidly.

This Halloween, Dr. Loomis finds himself hospitalized after suffering a massive heart attack. It seems he has surrendered his relentless pursuit of Michael Myers. Luckily for him and the residents of Haddonfield, there have been no signs of the killer this year—no murders, no missing persons—only an undercurrent of anxiety and anticipation surrounding the Boogeyman's potential return. Before his hospitalization, Loomis had completed his memoir but fell ill before he could further elaborate on it.

In his hospital room, the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor mixed with the faint hum of the television. As late evening approached, he diligently wrote in his journal:

❝ As I lie here in this hospital bed, I’m overwhelmed not just by my ailments but by a deep, unshakeable dread. Last Halloween, sixteen lives were brutally taken. All victims of Michael Myers. Since 1963, my existence has been consumed by an obsession to stop the pernicious force that is Michael Myers.

Now, in what feels like my final days, I’ve come to understand that Michael is not just a man; he is a force of nature, unstoppable by mere physical means. I recall the words of Reverend Jackson P. Sayer: ‘You can't kill damnation, mister. It don't die like a man dies.’ How true those words ring as I remember seeing Michael take bullets and endure the flames of that 1978 hospital fire that would fell any other mortal being.

No matter the weapons we wield—bullets, bats, clubs—he endures. Michael’s end will come only when nature itself decrees it. Until then, he remains an embodiment of pure evil, defying all attempts to contain him. ❞

A nurse entered with a warm greeting. “Hi, Dr. Loomis. I’m doing my nightly rounds and wanted to check in before I left,” she said. Loomis set his glasses and journal aside, replying wearily, “Thank you, I’m fine.” The nurse offered him a half-smile before leaving the room. He leaned back, reaching for the remote on the nightstand to turn off the TV.

An hour later, Loomis awoke, jolted by an unsettling sensation—the feeling of being watched. His eyes darted around the room until they landed on the privacy curtain by the window. Behind it stood The Shape. “Michael,” he called out. The figure remained motionless. “If you’ve come to kill me, you’re too late. I have nothing left to give you. You’ve taken thirty-three years of my life, and I simply have nothing more to offer,” he said, his voice strained.

Though the curtain obscured Michael’s form, Loomis could feel the chilling weight of those black eyes fixed upon him.

“I pity you, Michael. Wandering aimlessly, taking innocent lives for sport. It must be exhausting to chase a high you can never attain again. One day, the darkness that consumes you will fade, and you will cease to exist. I may not be alive to witness it, but it will be a joyous day for us all. Damn you, Michael,” he concluded. As The Shape tilted its head, Loomis's heart monitor began to beep erratically—he was having another heart attack. Clutching his chest, the weary doctor kept his gaze on the spot where The Shape lingered.

As Loomis felt consciousness slipping away, The Shape vanished through the window. A flurry of footsteps echoed down the hallway as doctors and nurses rushed to his room. When they arrived, they desperately attempted to resuscitate him, but their efforts were in vain. Dr. Samuel Loomis was dead.