#lena luthor x fae!reader

[dannyboy-writes]

Careful where you enter II

It’s finally here!! Part 2. I've been rather gone from this blog, but I finished this last night at 3 am and I'm trying to get back into writing pace soo here it iss.. Hope you enjoy!!

She kept going to your cell, something was still pulling her to you. To your shiny eyes.

She wondered if it was the reflection of the light or if you had been crying. Maybe it was the colour of your eyes, maybe something unique to your kind. 

A kind they knew nothing of.

Somehow you dodged the question every time she asked it. She’d enter the room to ask only that, and she’d leave after telling you about her childhood and her many sleepless nights. Still empty handed.

“What do you want?” She asked, sitting in a little chair in front of you, with the glass playing with her eyes.

You thought about it for a long minute, often humming to yourself as ideas took over your mind. “I want out.”

“I don’t know if I can do that for you.” She said, rather defeated.

The glint in your eyes left, and your gaze dropped to your hands. “Well, it was a long shot anyways,” you smiled. “I think you should leave now, miss Luthor. Thank you for your visit.”

-

A glaring red light coloured the halls of the D.E.O., as Lena found herself wandering once more through the prisoner’s wing.

You had asked her for the codes, and in a forgotten act, she had even given them to you. She remembered your grin and the glint in your eyes, although your words escaped her memories. 

“I trusted you,” she said, closing the gate to your cell behind her. 

You raised your eyebrow, “That was your mistake, my dear.”

Her breath grew heavy, and her vision blurred itself with tears. “Why?”

“I needed one of them, to get out,” you stated. “You were perfect, darling. It’s in your nature to help people, as it’s in mine to deceive them.”

“But why me?”

“Because you‘re fascinating.”

“No really, why?” She asked again.

“You don’t believe me.” You looked at her. “You, Miss Luthor, are one of the most extraordinary people I’ve ever met. I felt it that very first day you crossed that door. So full of hope and wanting so much love…” You clicked your tongue.

“Is that why you chose me, because I wanted to feel loved? Is that why you tricked me into giving you the codes, because I was easy to fool?” She said, her voice cracking.

“Oh, no. No no no, you mistake me for one of your friends. I chose you because I found you… Irresistible. Because I want you by my side, Miss Luthor.” She rolled her eyes at that, but you paid it no mind. “Being the bad guy can be lonely,” you muttered.

“Well get used to it. Because I will not join you. Not now, not ever.”

You shrugged at her attempt at an insult, “Never say that. Don’t close the opportunities, dear. You’ll come back for me - once you realise who has really been tricking you from the very beginning.”

“What does that mean?”

“Ask Supergirl… Or her sister, they’re both in the building.” Lena got up at that last part, what an unusual set of words. “Unlike me.”

There it was. What Lena didn’t know but had been expecting once she heard it. As she moved closer to you she saw a device on the floor, and a blinking light. 

“Don’t let the light trick you, Miss Luthor. You’ll find me, do not worry. We’re connected, you and I,” you told her before the hologram she had been speaking to for the last half hour faded away.

She ran out of the room as fast as she could, making her way into the main hall to speak to Alex.

“Did anything happen, Lena?” The agent asked her.

She bit her tongue, connecting the dots. “Can we talk in private?”

“Of course, this way,” Alex walked with her into an office nearby.

“Are you okay?” She asked Lena.

“I have a question…” Alex nodded so she kept on, “Supergirl. Who is she?”

Alex’s eyes widened in surprise. She had spoken to Kara about it, but it was Kara herself who had to tell Lena. It was her secret.

“Both you and Supergirl have come for my help countless times. I just want to know who I’m helping.” 

“Yes. I understand, Lena, I do. I just… I don’t know if I can tell you.” Lena scoffed and Alex raised her arms, trying to stop Lena from walking away. “It’s not my secret.”

“But it is, It’s your secret too. Isn’t it?” Alex tried to talk, but Lena interrupted her. “Yours and Kara’s.”

“How…”

Lena shut her eyes, stopping her tears from falling through her cheeks, and left the office, not uttering one word.

Instead, she started to search for you. She had been staying at the D.E.O., but L-Corp still had some toys.

She found you in an abandoned building, on the last floor. The power shut off, only lit by the night light.

“What did you mean when you said we were connected?” She asked into the room.

“Remember that first day we met,” you said, standing by the opposite wall to her.

“Vaguely…”

You started to walk in her direction, not close enough that she could hurt you. “Well, I remember it perfectly. At least one little part of it.”

“What part?”

“The part where you gave me your name,” you grinned, taking another step in her direction.

It seemed to click in her mind, “You never gave me yours…”

“Of course not, one’s name is their most powerful weapon, or their biggest weakness. Neither of which I’d want people to know.”

“Why did you pick me?” She asked again. “Really this time.”

One more lazy step in front of her, “There’s so much potential.”

She furrowed her brows, trying to see where you were getting at.

“With your brain, and my wit. We could be huge. We could rule the world,” you said, just one step away from her.

She took one in your direction as you grinned, “When do we start?”

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Careful where you enter

a/n, idk what this is. it started out as a prisoner x lena, but then it got mystical

All the halls in the D.E.O. were the same pale grey color. With the same metal doors leading to different rooms, only distinguished thanks to the little signs by the frame.

She was trying to remember the way from the lab to the main hall when Alex stopped her, nodding to the next intersection. “And that over there is the prisoner’s wing. Better not to go there unless necessary, some of them are not from around.”

The question pondering on her mind felt rather unnecessary, but she asked nonetheless. “Aliens?”

“And more.” Alex said with a stern look.

Alex continued the tour and took her back to the lab, refreshing her memory. “If you need me, I’m at the center hall. If you really need me, I’m on channel 3,” she signaled to her radio.

Lena thanked her and got to unpacking, thankful for the fact that the lab the D.E.O. provided was a private one.

Two weeks in and there was already an emergency. Both Alex and Brainy thought it had been a long time since the last one, but Lena differed. Mostly since the emergency caught her in the worst place possible.

The prisoner’s wing.

In the event of an emergency, all doors get locked, to trap the perpetrator - and Lena in this case - and given that the doors are lead, all radio frequencies are down.

“Shit,” she mumbled to herself.

Of all places she had to get trapped in it had to be this one. At least it would be a nice opportunity to see this part of the facility, she thought, trying to bring some positivity to the situation.

She started reading the signs by the door, one by one.

Prisoner 17. Species: White Martian. Level of threat: 7.

Better not to get in there.

Prisoner 18. Species: Dominator. Level of threat: 6.

Could be interesting, but no.

Prisoner 20. Species: UNKNOWN. Level of threat: 10.

She would be lying if she said those bolded letters didn’t call her attention. If the D.E.O. didn’t know a species, who did?

Probably a lot of people. Definitely the one behind that door.

She just had to open one door, just type in four little numbers, and she’d see for herself.

She shouldn’t have, but 1234 is a lame code. It basically typed itself in…

She was expecting a lot of things, or maybe just the opposite; she had no idea what she was expecting. Either way it wasn’t this.

Just a human, at least in appearance. With a book on their hands, and sitting by a bed. A glass pane blocking them from exiting.

It wasn’t common for someone to enter your room, so you were caught by surprise - although the woman didn’t notice. Too lost in her thoughts to do so.

“Hello…” You said, putting your book down.

“Good evening,” she said after clearing her throat.

“Good evening, indeed,” you remarked, and in her silence continued. “May I have your name miss…?”

“Luthor, Lena Luthor.”

You hummed, “I know that name… I’m afraid Lex isn’t around here. Or at least he wasn’t the last time I heard.”

“I know,” she said. You hummed again.

“I’m sorry, I’m not supposed to be here.”

“It’s okay. The threat drill usually lasts about an hour, so even if it’s just a drill you’ll be trapped for a while.”

“How do you know anything happened?” She asked.

“Well, the doors got locked, and you’re here. Also that little red light by the door is lit.” You pointed to the little blinking light. “Mostly the light gave it away, not gonna lie.”

She turned to see the light bulb, indeed blinking, and turned back to you. “Where are you from?”

“Where is anybody from…” You mused, trying to get her to relax a little. She looked so tense. Perhaps it was the threat level Agent Danvers had said you had.

You wouldn’t have put ten there. Human numbers couldn’t express the threat you could pose.

“I’m from a planet, like everyone,” you told her.

“This planet?”

“Not this one in specific, no. Where are you from?”

“Metropolis,” she said.

“Like Superman, huh. What brings you to the D.E.O. Lena Luthor from Metropolis?”

“I work here.”

“And what do you do here?”

“I’m a scientist.”

“I love science,” you said with a little too much emphasys.

She laughed under her breath, to which you quirked an eyebrow at.

“Did I say something funny?” You asked her.

“No, I’m sorry. I just- I never imagined the conversation I had with a 10 level threat prisoner would be one of science and passion,” she said truthfully.

“Well, I have passions as well, just someone deemed them dangerous,” you trailed off.

“Must have been for a reason…” She said.

“Surely,” you said sharply.

Lena gulped as you said that, cold and without the playful tone you’d had the rest of the conversation.

“Agent Danvers to Luthor. What’s your situation?” Her radio said, cutting the tension.

Lena didn’t move, still looking at you.

“Agent Danvers to Luthor. Do you copy?”

“You should pick up, she doesn’t like asking twice…” You told her.

“Luthor here. All good,” she spoke into the radio.

“The threat is cleared. Reunion in the main hall in fifteen. Copy?”

“Copy. Headed to you.”

“Well, this was fun Lena Luthor, but it seems you have better things to do,” you said, stretching your arms. “Say hello to Danvers from me.”

“Okay…” She said, as she put her radio away.

She turned around and headed to the door, only glancing once more at your silly wave. She still waved back.

She felt different, less in control.

Perhaps she shouldn’t have given you her name; perhaps she just needed some fresh air.

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It's greattt! Part 2 please 🥺? I'm curious!

Careful where you enter

a/n, idk what this is. it started out as a prisoner x lena, but then it got mystical

All the halls in the D.E.O. were the same pale grey color. With the same metal doors leading to different rooms, only distinguished thanks to the little signs by the frame.

She was trying to remember the way from the lab to the main hall when Alex stopped her, nodding to the next intersection. “And that over there is the prisoner’s wing. Better not to go there unless necessary, some of them are not from around.”

The question pondering on her mind felt rather unnecessary, but she asked nonetheless. “Aliens?”

“And more.” Alex said with a stern look.

Alex continued the tour and took her back to the lab, refreshing her memory. “If you need me, I’m at the center hall. If you really need me, I’m on channel 3,” she signaled to her radio.

Lena thanked her and got to unpacking, thankful for the fact that the lab the D.E.O. provided was a private one.

Two weeks in and there was already an emergency. Both Alex and Brainy thought it had been a long time since the last one, but Lena differed. Mostly since the emergency caught her in the worst place possible.

The prisoner’s wing.

In the event of an emergency, all doors get locked, to trap the perpetrator - and Lena in this case - and given that the doors are lead, all radio frequencies are down.

“Shit,” she mumbled to herself.

Of all places she had to get trapped in it had to be this one. At least it would be a nice opportunity to see this part of the facility, she thought, trying to bring some positivity to the situation.

She started reading the signs by the door, one by one.

Prisoner 17. Species: White Martian. Level of threat: 7.

Better not to get in there.

Prisoner 18. Species: Dominator. Level of threat: 6.

Could be interesting, but no.

Prisoner 20. Species: UNKNOWN. Level of threat: 10.

She would be lying if she said those bolded letters didn’t call her attention. If the D.E.O. didn’t know a species, who did?

Probably a lot of people. Definitely the one behind that door.

She just had to open one door, just type in four little numbers, and she’d see for herself.

She shouldn’t have, but 1234 is a lame code. It basically typed itself in…

She was expecting a lot of things, or maybe just the opposite; she had no idea what she was expecting. Either way it wasn’t this.

Just a human, at least in appearance. With a book on their hands, and sitting by a bed. A glass pane blocking them from exiting.

It wasn’t common for someone to enter your room, so you were caught by surprise - although the woman didn’t notice. Too lost in her thoughts to do so.

“Hello…” You said, putting your book down.

“Good evening,” she said after clearing her throat.

“Good evening, indeed,” you remarked, and in her silence continued. “May I have your name miss…?”

“Luthor, Lena Luthor.”

You hummed, “I know that name… I’m afraid Lex isn’t around here. Or at least he wasn’t the last time I heard.”

“I know,” she said. You hummed again.

“I’m sorry, I’m not supposed to be here.”

“It’s okay. The threat drill usually lasts about an hour, so even if it’s just a drill you’ll be trapped for a while.”

“How do you know anything happened?” She asked.

“Well, the doors got locked, and you’re here. Also that little red light by the door is lit.” You pointed to the little blinking light. “Mostly the light gave it away, not gonna lie.”

She turned to see the light bulb, indeed blinking, and turned back to you. “Where are you from?”

“Where is anybody from…” You mused, trying to get her to relax a little. She looked so tense. Perhaps it was the threat level Agent Danvers had said you had.

You wouldn’t have put ten there. Human numbers couldn’t express the threat you could pose.

“I’m from a planet, like everyone,” you told her.

“This planet?”

“Not this one in specific, no. Where are you from?”

“Metropolis,” she said.

“Like Superman, huh. What brings you to the D.E.O. Lena Luthor from Metropolis?”

“I work here.”

“And what do you do here?”

“I’m a scientist.”

“I love science,” you said with a little too much emphasys.

She laughed under her breath, to which you quirked an eyebrow at.

“Did I say something funny?” You asked her.

“No, I’m sorry. I just- I never imagined the conversation I had with a 10 level threat prisoner would be one of science and passion,” she said truthfully.

“Well, I have passions as well, just someone deemed them dangerous,” you trailed off.

“Must have been for a reason…” She said.

“Surely,” you said sharply.

Lena gulped as you said that, cold and without the playful tone you’d had the rest of the conversation.

“Agent Danvers to Luthor. What’s your situation?” Her radio said, cutting the tension.

Lena didn’t move, still looking at you.

“Agent Danvers to Luthor. Do you copy?”

“You should pick up, she doesn’t like asking twice…” You told her.

“Luthor here. All good,” she spoke into the radio.

“The threat is cleared. Reunion in the main hall in fifteen. Copy?”

“Copy. Headed to you.”

“Well, this was fun Lena Luthor, but it seems you have better things to do,” you said, stretching your arms. “Say hello to Danvers from me.”

“Okay…” She said, as she put her radio away.

She turned around and headed to the door, only glancing once more at your silly wave. She still waved back.

She felt different, less in control.

Perhaps she shouldn’t have given you her name; perhaps she just needed some fresh air.