#lena luther

[sexy-sapphic-sorcerer]

is this anything?

[xenaisnumber1]

My headcanon is that Kara randomly carries Lena everywhere. Lena stubs her toe? Kara carries her. It's raining and there are puddles? Kara carries her. Lena get tired of walking? Kara carries her. And Lena loves it because she loves being wrapped in Kara's strong arms.

[downthefandomholewithaya]

It’s been a while, but this just popped into my head about our two favorites ladies and so I thought I’d share. Hope you like it!

It’s been years since you became mine. Mornings spent in each others arms, looking into green calico eyes after hurried sex, or with our children nestled between taking up more space than tiny human bodies should.

You are still beautiful, still captivating, my breath held in my throat when you walk into a room, a sleek professional, a lazy Sunday morning homebody, or covered in flour smiling.

You are my pillar, the structure I lean on when the cape becomes too much. Knowing that you are waiting for me after a patrol, book open, clunky glasses on. Sometimes surrounded by our sleeping kids or alone, silk lingerie, ready to ravish me when I return.

So happy is our life, filled with challenges and changes. Moments that are loud filled with joy and laughter. Or quiet meditative calm, the world seeming to stop as our family makes memories to fill many lifetimes.

I look forward to many more years. Many more memories uploaded and downloaded into our lives. New adventures, new experiences, new everything.

Where I am yours and you are mine…

[ein-keiser]

Let's entertain the idea of: What if Lena Luther found out very early on that Lena is in fact Supergirl, since she seemingly had no issue finding out about some other peoples real identiys why not this too.

But Lena being Lena does not tell anyone that she knows espcialy not Kara, she does not act like she knows since she is a Luther she can do that much since it's not her place to say that she knows about the truth.

Instead she waits just to see when Kara and the others will finally tell her, when she finally gained their trust of knowing. This way years go by and she really tries not to be hurt by the endless lies, by the fact that other people get told but never her. Never Lena who knows her seemingly best friend by then since years.

Now when she finally do snaps she is even more hurt then anything else, by the fact that they do not see as to why it hurts her so much.

This lie never was meant to protect Lena, okay maybe in the beginning but after that? after years? years of Lena being in danger constantly anyways, years of their other friends also joining in on the lie over and over again.

And she is supposed to act like it never happend in the first place, to act like she will just continue to help them for other peoples sakes?

But what if she does not? what if she stops and due to knowing Karas real identity since forever she does not go silly rogue for a bit, no. Inatead Lena just stops caring, she stops giving their friendship her 120%.

She starts to prioritize herself, to take her distance to be "selfish" as well.

She takes her time to truely Life again without truely knowing where she stands with people she thougth of as friends, she does not let herslf be sweet talked back.

She will take her time all the time she needs even and if she comes back then with more boundries with rules and conditions, she is not one for endless second chances.

[vodakstr8tnogay]

I can’t explain it but the Kara in The Flash movie would’ve kissed Lena Luther. Without hesitation

[theinfinitescream]

Lena (to James): there's something good between us, something real

also Lena: has spent the past weeks ignoring his calls

[raustenacious]

the fact is Im also in love with Melissa Benoist, so I can't watch supergirl without wanting to be tag- being overwhelmed by emotions and hotness from the both of them, it's too much

[marinawolf]

Lena: Do you want to Netflix and chill later?

Kara, choking on her coffee: You do know that the 'chill' in Netflix and Chill refers to sex?

Lena: Yes.

Kara: Well, okay then.

[wireheadbird]

Late

(DC) Lena Luthor x reader

Warnings: Mentions of death, mentions of gun, terminal illness, mentions of alcohol, angst, not proofread yet.

Summary: Y/N has a terminal illness, Lena offers to make a cure. 1258

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You called in sick for yet another day, allowing yourself to sulk in your despair. What else is a person meant to do once informed they have little time in their pathetic mortal life?

You and Lena weren’t that close anyway it was more of an employer and employee type of relationship. Perhaps with a few game nights with her friends here and there but that barely happened. Lena had tried calling you a few times but you let it ring. You watched it ring. What would you say if you picked it up anyway, ‘Hey I’m dying hope you don't mind me missing a few days’. 

For days on end Lena would call every few hours, along with concerned friends of hers. She was surrounded and loved by so many people, what difference would it make if it were one less. 

Nonetheless, Lena rummaged through her employee files till she found yours, scanning through it for your address and writing it down. She’s quick to gather her stuff and speed out the company building to your place with a casserole in hand. Once she arrives she knocks on the door only for it to open, seemingly unlocked, she double checks the sticky note for the apartment number in concern. A-401.

 You were a very cautious person, there's no way you would leave your apartment unlocked. She knocks once more before letting herself in and calling out your name, shutting the door behind her. Looking around at the dark apartment she notices how bottles of different colors and sizes littered the living room.

Her attention instantly spikes when she sees movement out of the corner of her eye, you stand there. Your disheveled figure leaning against the wall lit up by the light from the hallway you just came out from. Just as she was about to step towards you, concern etched on her face, you raise pointing your gun at her shakily with a bottle of something in your other hand. With the pungent scent in the air she could tell it was some sort of alcohol. 

“Woah there y/n, it's me, Lena.” she raises her hand in surrender. “Miss Luthor..?” your voice came out hoarse and shaky. “Yes, that's me” Lena was evidently more anxious now. You slide down the wall dropping your gun and taking a long swig of your beverage. She comes closer and realizes you were sweating and shivering at the same time, she takes the bottle from you and you don’t argue.

She places a hand on your forehead checking for a fever but you swat away her hand, Lena’s face contorts in confusion. “You have no fever…what’s wrong then?” she asks as she helps you up and onto your living room couch, pulling away the now empty bottle. You couldn’t think of a better way to break it to her, not like there was one in the first place. 

“I’m dying.” your voice doesn’t even quiver, making her think you were probably just exaggerating the feeling of being sick and she nervously chuckles “it can’t be that bad”. But it was. It is. “Lena. Look at me” You look into her eyes, “I’m dying Lena…”. You explain how you haven't been feeling well for a while, thinking it was probably from stress or sleep deprivation. But once the pain stopped being mental and became physical you had no option but to visit a doctor to get relief from the pain. Only to be diagnosed with a terminal illness you’ve never heard of. 

Once you finished explaining, Lena seemed completely out of it, her eyes wide and teary. So you reach for another bottle from the coffee table, next thing you know you were pressed back into the couch by a hug from a sobbing Lena. “You’ll be fine. You’ll live. I’ll find the cure myself” ______________________________________________________________

It's been days since Lena last visited. She shot you a few texts a couple times to check in on you, sending you words of encouragement and comfort. You couldn’t find it within you to spare any energy to make yourself any food and didn’t bother ordering takeout either which was out of character for you, you’d usually jump at the chance to order takeout. But you weren’t feeling up to it. And it seemed as if Lena had the same train of thoughts, because the day after she saw you in this state for the first time she sent you pre-prepped meals with delivery guys or sometimes takeout.

‘Hang in tight, I’m working on it.’ - Ms. Luthor 02:13 AM

A pang of guilt strikes through you. You hated how she pulled all-nighters to work on a slim to none chance of your survival. You tried ringing her to call it off and come up with some excuse but only wallowed deeper in your guilt after it went straight to voicemail.  ______________________________________________________________

It’s been almost a week since you last saw or spoke to Lena, she still sent food everyday so you knew she was okay. You however, not so much. You could feel yourself getting weaker, and on the fifth day you fell bed ridden. The delivery guys gave up on ringing the doorbell and just started leaving the food outside the apartment door. Which earned you knocks and complaints from the neighbors from the smell of the molding food. 

But you could no longer move, no longer speak, no longer stay awake to deal with the issue. Your phone seemed so close yet so far away, you couldn’t reach for it from how weak and pathetic you felt. All you did was sleep in an attempt to replenish your energy that way, all you wanted was to sleep. 

‘Hang on y/n…I’m almost there’ Lena thought to herself as she bottled the blue liquid packing a syringe with it, finally making a breakthrough after trapping herself in her lab in search of any sort of cure or treatment. She didn’t want to waste any time looking for her phone and quickly rushed out the company door wanting to get to you as soon as possible.

Once she arrives at the apartment building she’s met with the stinging scent of rotting food, she covers her nose taking out the spare key you gave her only to find out, once again. The door was unlocked.

Lena rushes into the apartment and into your bedroom, relaxing once she spots your body huddled up in between blankets and pillows. She slowly made her way to the bedside table turning on the lamp. “y/n?” she whispered as to not startle her. “I did it y/n I found the cure” Lena whispered, her eyes tearing up as she smiled excitedly. 

She waits for a response from you, her heart beating out of her chest in anticipation. Her brows furrow in concern, “y/n..?” she hesitantly reaches her hand out shaking you awake. Your body which was facing the wall, now laid on its back and your hand fell limp off of the side of the bed. 

Pale. Blue lips. A shaky hand reaches to check your neck for a pulse, her eyes widen and she flinches at the cold touch of your once warm skin. She stumbled backwards, losing her footing and falling to the floor into choked sobs. 

She was supposed to save you. You were supposed to live. You were supposed to make it. If only she had been earlier…perhaps you would’ve lived to thank her. 

But she was late…and you, gone too soon.

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my apologies for not being on, writers block goes hard.

[sexy-sapphic-sorcerer]

If I had a dollar for every time that Katie McGrath played a lesbian with supernatural powers who had a revenge arc that resulted in killing a family member after realising she was manipulated, I'd have three dollars. Which isn't a lot but really? Three times?

[sweetpumpkinmouse]

My mom was talking about something that she notices in TV shows. She said that the more eyeliner a character has throughout the series, the more they will become the villain.

Like damn, mom.

[ein-keiser]

The Red Kryptonite in Supergirl

I loved the red kryptonite storyline in Supergirl, and it makes me wonder what the permanent effects could be after a prolonged period in her system, you know?

I'm interested to hear your theories and what-if scenarios about Red Kryptonite.

Also, I want to clarify that I don't mean for it to lead to Kara and Lena having a sexual relationship, but rather to create more suffering for them. I prefer drama and angst over sex/romance drama.

Wouldn't it be interesting if Lena was exposed to red kryptonite since childhood, whilst being just like Kara from the very same planet or well being some being who reacts to it as well? Just a thought.

[dreaminghour]

Fandom: Supergirl (TV 2015)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor

Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor

Additional Tags: Mobster!Lena, reporter!kara, it's about the vibes, Podfic

Welcome, Pre-Relationship, Ficlet, Negotiations, POV Second Person, Reader is Kara Danvers

Summary:

"Ms. Luthor, I'm a reporter." You try to keep your tone steady, but a thrill at the audacity of this women has you fairly vibrating in your skin. "I report the facts. I won't varnish anything just because you want people to see it a certain way." A smile twitches her lips, a sliver of blue reflecting from her white teeth. "I would ask nothing less of you," she says softly.

Words: 877

[thestarlightforge]

The way I thought this was about Supercorp 🥲

GOTHAM GAZETTE HEADLINES SCREAM: DOES CASSANDRA WAYNE IS GAY?

[thestarlightforge]

Just discovered someone on Webtoons named “Supergirl Karamelcorp,”

and may I say—perhaps I’ve just read too much @refrainbow Boyfriends lately, but.

If we’re talking S2 era, pre-time-travel Mon-El, the polycule may actually be the best solution to that situation 😆

[redlancey]

Luther

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Kara groans into Lena’s lap, nuzzling her cheek against the softness of Lena’s sweater. Lena’s left hand goes for Kara’s hair, and her right goes back to her laptop. “I know, darling. I know. If you can be good and wait, I’ll make it worth your while.”

The words are accompanied by a scratch to Kara’s neck, and she prays that Lena can't feel the way she twitches at her tone. Her low voice. Her words. Sometimes this makes Kara wonder how on earth she didn't catch on to her attraction sooner.

“Worth my while, she says.” Kara hums, propping herself up. “And what would that entail, Ms Luthor?”

“That would ruin the surprise, now wouldn’t it darling?” She asks, hand coming up briefly to stroke at Kara’s cheek. “You can be patient, Ms Danvers.”