#muse. lena luthor

[protectthevulnerable]

Like this for a starter from Lena!

[principalinstigator]

Thinking about how fun watching Supergirl would have been had supercorp been canon. The potential for light-hearted romantic comedy in the midst of intergalactic conflicts, family conflicts, and just their regular world ending villains pushing their definitions of morality. I just feel like, as a writer, it would have been such a shame to let all that potential go to waste.

Kara being an independent woman who can stand on her own two feet is good BUT Lena Luthor was right there. She was right there.

Sometimes life throws you a billionaire CEO with a heart of gold and a brain so brilliant it'd advance human technology for centuries (Not to mention, so so hot) and all you gotta do is let the chips fall where they may.

[fazedlight]

(Discussion content note: Abuse & murder)

I really wanted to like this moment.

I tried searching around on twitter and tumblr to see what the live fan reactions were at the time, particularly if there were critiques of this moment. I couldn't find any (please link if you know one!!). The scene seemed to largely be loved by fans.

I think I get what they were going for in the scene. Because there is great power in walking away from toxic situations (particularly for those raised in abuse, breaking sometimes generations-long cycles). I think they wanted that moment to feel a lot like the ending of Labyrinth:

But it didn't land for me.

Unlike Labyrinth - where Jareth loses all power - Lex only gained power in this move, by assuming full ownership of LuthorCorp (which itself doesn't make sense, legally, to me - but I digress). The show frames it as Lex "getting everything he ever wanted", which is convenient for the plot.

But "get total control of LuthorCorp" never seemed like the primary goal for Lex when it came to Lena. His relationship is defined by manipulating her. His deal with the Monitor meant he could imagine Earth Prime however he wanted - but he specifically asked the Monitor to keep Lena's memory intact. He doesn't just want LuthorCorp, he wants an adversary to control.

Abusers tend to be at their most dangerous when the victim tries to walk away, which I wish people would talk about more. To me, it makes more sense for Lex to try to drag her back into the game (which he now has more resources to do!) - not go to the future (?) and fall in love (??) with a non-human (???). (Though it's not the first time the show has jerked around the narrative at the cost of previously-established characterization.)

I'll admit that I may have personal bias here, in that someone I cared about was murdered after walking away from her abuser. In real life, walking away is almost never a single moment where the abuser responds with "cool, I won". If you're thinking "Mel, it's just a show, it's not that deep" - maybe you're right. The show is always balancing real-world themes with magic superpowers, and there's a certain suspension of disbelief that comes with that.

But for me, the moment didn't land.

[peachlicks79]

Saber Marionette L

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During the workweek the stressors of being a CEO provided the mental challenges to her mind, but Lena Kieran Luthor detested the lack of time for her physical health. Since a workweek would inevitably turn into a workmonth without any real sort of time off, the busy woman prepared a side room extension from her office. Other than her quick science lab runs down and business meetings that majorly happened in the building, Lena normally omitted going outside.

Blinking at the activated eye comfort shield that signified it had turned nine in the evening, Lena sighed and squinted out the glass windows all around her. She had a damn good reason for those glass windows with the lack of outdoor interaction she had. It was nearing Halloween in October, and she reprimanded herself for the hectic scheduling as of late, reminding herself of the last two day's missed workouts.

As the owner of Luthor Corp, Lena had the highest granted floor of the mega industrial building. Thankfully that also translated that during National City's cloudy days, she could also find some breaks of the sun's rays in her office. Being able to revel in the natural light was important to Lena, and the dark haired woman felt her mouth turn up into a self-appreciative smile. Supergirl enjoyed it as well. National City's hero was far from a stranger at this point, but Lena ensured her private quarters were reinforced with lead. She could feel the tell-tale twinge in her lower back as she pushed back from her desk and exhaled. It was the last Friday night of the month and Lena had adopted a new workplace policy that everyone got to go home an extra hour early. Normally that never applied to her, and even now Lena rolled her neck and stretched her arms above her head, reveling in the burning pull of her lower back as she pulled to the side.

It had been a stressful work week. Decision after decision piled onto her desk in the form of paperwork needing signatures, and Lena had taken to applying some anti-inflammatory lotions to her wrists as she'd focused on creating grants and overseeing work productivity in graphs. Eyeing the discreet door leading to her personal company home, Lena poured herself a glass of water and padded to the side. Turning off the lights as she left, the CEO dropped all pretenses as she crossed the threshold and swiped the hanging gloves by the door. Sliding into them, Lena toed off her high heels and dropped into a controlled squat, slow and steady as she exhaled, closing her eyes and focusing on the dull throb of her ankles supporting her weight before rightening herself and rolling her wrists, getting used to the heavy tech of her personalized gloves.

Stepping barefoot over to the middle of the room after swiping two lenses from the nearby desk, Lena took another breath and aligned her feet to the measured floorspace. Raising a hand, she reached up and slotted the wireless lenses in front of her eyes, fingers adjusting the VR tech to her head as it powered up and enveloped her in a blue glow. Years ago she had discovered Beat Saber and while the marketed headsets had been clunky, Lena took it upon herself to customize her own minimal tech which would expand to the base of the user's neck and slide around to magnetically float in front of the user's eyes. Wryly shaking her head, the former Fencing Champion adjusted her weight as she stretched to her full height and then down, slowly testing her flexibility and finally resolve after a full work day that started since this morning at four.

Lena liked the hard beats of a fast song, liked ramping her heart pace up to a speeding drumroll as her body lost itself to the flow the sabers chased as they slashed the incoming boxes. The past two days had been too hectic for her to indulge, and Lena felt herself grin as she started up the Expert Level trial songs for a quick speedrun. Hearing the opening beats, Lena felt her brain lighting up with the familiar tension from the hand-eye coordination, her body greedily thriving on the dopamine as she easily sliced through the minutes. There was something so enticing about the safety of an adrenaline rush through games, the youngest Luthor intimately familiar since her early childhood of being adopted. Her brother preferred the creation of machines, uniform even as they bulked up through the years. Lena loved the science of creation, down to the atoms, and had adopted the habit of testing out others' creations for games to learn coding and getting a handle of others' interests.

Beat Saber had consistently filled the fond spot for her heart. Lena knew she was raised to be a Luthor, to achieve the grace in the spotlight without a concrete emotional pillar to guide her. Her adoption had been closed and kept from the public, and Lena knew to not buckle under Lionel and Lillian, and even though Lex had been taken with her, Lena knew to expand her skills as best she could. Boarding school had pressured her to learn etiquette, and Lena had fought to find some semblance of anything that resembled humanity outside of the fake social circles that haunted the young women all around her. Fencing fascinated her, and Lena threw herself into it alongside her studies of specimens in science.

There hadn't been enough time to enjoy the short time after graduation before she was indoctrined into nanobot research to further her dwindling connection with Lex, her brother visiting few and far between as she slowly developed projects with the intent to alleviate society's problems. Lena had stepped up when her brother threw L-Corp to the wayside, relocating to National City. Still Beat Saber followed Lena as she found her time monopolized by an internally self-destructive company, then death threats, then a continued working with National City's hero, Supergirl. Life had continued with emergency after emergency, and finally Lena slowly saw an alleviation to her schedule as she shifted focus to diversify stock into Catco Media after making friends with Kara Danvers.

Kara Danvers, who she now called her best friend. Kara Danvers, whose office she had filled with flowers on Valentine's Day after the newly minted reporter had called in Supergirl to save her life, now a strong ally, even if the superhero came with a clandestine underground organization. Kara Danvers, who Lena discovered was not exaggerating when the blonde had told her she could outeat anyone she had ever met. Kara Danvers, who still didn't know Lena all that well, specifically, her musical outlet.

Lena hummed, feeling the burn in her thighs as she crouched, then sprung up, jumping over the holographic wall that appeared in front of her, turning sharply to avoid the bombs around her discerning sabers to slice at a particularly exciting beat drop box. Breathing was important in fencing, and Lena felt the likeness of her past sport as she relaxed after parrying. She hadn't had a quarter of the training she used to have daily in order to satisfy her own high standards, but Lena had come to accept her secret hobby was keeping her fairly fit. Granted, it probably had more with her own metabolism succumbing to stress, but that was besides the point.

Breathing heavily, she called up the main menu and gave herself a break as she scrolled through the community's uploaded songs, filtering through how many beats per song and high ratings. Pausing always gave Lena time to take stock of herself, and she felt herself relaxing into the energized sample intros. Clicking her teeth as she clicked on the song title, Lena smiled as she loaded an older Taylor Swift song she wasn't familiar with that started with a catchy beat. The woman had made a name for herself throughout the years in different music genres, and Lena would always give a nod of kudos to the hard work that she knew went into any path, least of all a live industry. The least she could do was give this rendition a chance.

It started out hard with a surprising knee drop, and Lena slid to one side, then back to the next as she braced a leg out. Her eyebrow rose, heartbeat racing in excitement as she was forced to stand, then move side to side as walls moved in towards her, the boxes bouncing in the upper and lower corners as the beats started to come in hard and fast, sped up and barely with patterns as the creator deemed it necessary to exert the ones who would beat this level.

"Every conquest I had made Would make me more of a Boss to you"

Lena felt her body surge in excitement as she slashed and jumped, landing to slide into a crouch before a the familiar pattern of the opening pattern finally presented itself again.

"I'd be a fearless leader I'd be an alpha type When everyone believes you What's that like?"

A laugh broke out, and Lena spun as she took a millisecond too late to reach back up to her full height. Instead she palmed the middle of her customized glove as threw her hand out, the saber in game slicing up by itself as she threw it, snapping the box in half with a satisfied slice. The lyrics were surprising, highly probable not popular in society, but words that Lena could feel a relation to.

"I'm so sick of running as fast as I can Wondering if I'd get there quicker if I was a man"

Running two multimillion companies and being the face of both for a time was definitely something Lena had made sure to take every advantage that she could. Her gender had been more of a hindrance, but that ensured she tried harder to lead properly without feeling the need she had to compensate. Realistically it was easier to provide products that worked and spoke for themselves, which is why during the first breakaways after the transfer of ownership, Lena took to the labs, getting to know her fellow humans and losing herself in the process of scientific breakthroughs.

"They'd say I hustled Put in the work They wouldn't shake their heads and question how much of this I deserved"

Breathing hard, Lena jumped and crouched and slid, the erratic boxes sliced open and smashed and ran through, and deep inside, she could feel the woman she had become solidify, the characters of how she had to present as CEO and perfect Luthor daughter, slide away, crumble, and what remained was a woman who cared, and in turn, mattered to others. Lena's mind went to Kara, who had never judged her, and had believed in her fiercely. Kara, who had been undeterred when she'd turned the blonde away, set on keeping their connection to a beneficial working relationship, but who had slipped under her defences.

"What's it like to brag about raking in dollars And getting bitches and models And it's all good if you're bad And it's okay if you're mad"

Kara, who couldn't believe that Lena had dropped a power move and made an investment into CatCo Media, instead delightedly coming back to work at the company when Lena had insisted. Kara, who had been so understanding and protective as her own mother had been behind the attacks of countless innocent aliens, and who hadn't backed down when she'd been arrested, instead striving to prove her own innocence even when the evidence had been piled against her. Kara, who had seen Lena so tightly wound, that the blonde had taken to dropping off food and even inviting her out to slow lunches and quippy conversations about OTPs and neighbor's dogs.

"If I was out flashing my dollars I'd be a bitch not a baller They'd paint me out to be bad So it's okay that I'm mad"

Lena swallowed hard, imagining the arrogance and entitlement of people who had bad days and terrorist ideas and struggled to not snarl as she spun and double sliced at the incoming boxes, realizing that the more she cut and fought, her own compartmentalized boxes were starting to break. It had been a long year, hard-earned percentages of L-Corp and CatCo Media stock slowly pulling out of the red and into the black as National City residents slowly started to rely again on the persistence of corporations well-run with transparency.

"I'm so sick of running as fast as I can Wondering if I'd get there quicker if I was a man"

Her breathing was coming out in harsh pants, and Lena could tell this was going to be one of her favorite songs for Beat Saber. It suited her emotions right now, been a good driving rythm for her to get her aggression and anger out. Years of fencing had taught her that every motion was to be brisk and sharp, no energy wasted, but Lena let herself go, letting her body act out what she knew she needed to let go of, to have a physical release, knowing it would be okay, she could take it--

"I'm so sick of them coming at me again Cause if I was a man Then I'd be The Man"

Before she knew it, red flashed across the top of her screen, signaling an incoming call from Kara Danvers. Lena blinked, partially distracted as the last wall holographically buffeted into her, and against her better judgement, Lena laughed as she watched her high score plummet sharply, answering the call with a quick salute against her temple.

"Kara, hey, what's up?"

"Lena!! Are you alright?"

The woman in question blinked, breathing hard and smiling as she took off the lenses and nodded her head, shaking her wet ponytail out as she slicked back her hair again and noted how hard she was sweating. A good workout indeed. Walking over to her water at the desk, Lena pulled her gloves off and hung them, walking back and taking a well-deserved drink.

"Of course, just finished up for the night."

Kara was shuffling something in the back of the call, and Lena smiled as she hung her head, realizing why Kara had called.

"I wanted to check in, make sure you're still down for the rest of Game Night."

Rolling her wrists and neck out, the CEO glanced at the time blinking from her clock. 10.15. Hmm.

"Are you sure, Kara, it's fairly late, you guys must be finishing up."

Even the blonde's huff was cute.

"Wellllll, we might be finishing up with Game Night and I've been missing my perfect partner, but we're going to pop in a movie while we wrap up. It's Friday, the night after Halloween, c'mon, Lena, we've got candy and pumpkin seeds and--"

"Alright, darling, I'll be there, give me thirty minutes."

Hearing the drunken cheers in the background, Lena smiled. She may be a largely successful businesswoman and scientist, but leave it to her friend to include her and double check she was still coming. Lena headed for the shower, unaware that on the other side of her balcony window, Supergirl had been floating, eyes wide as she had flown over earlier to check what was going on with Lena's racing heartbeat. Even though she hadn't seen anything in that lead-lined room, Supergirl had smiled and then left Lena to her activities. The CEO was busy, but she had made time for them, after all.

Kara raced off, happily joining her friends again as she zoomed around and nabbed all the spare blankets and pillows around to enjoy movie night. Lena arrived thirty minutes later, and that Friday, the night after Halloween, Kara pulled her down to her on the couch and wrapped her up in a warm embrace. Lena decided she didn't need to race to Kara's to find a spot, nor did she need to get there quicker. Kara would save her a spot, and Lena would gratefully settle against her, and it became another home away from home. One day, she'd invite Kara to know her better. For now, Lena would continue to play how Kara wanted to play. If blue eyes looked to her fondly and Lena responded by smiling and hands tapping out a drumroll beat, no one was the wiser.

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A/N - I've been watching/listening to this beautiful piece of work for like five days straight, and I kept thinking about Lena Luthor being a fencing champion and what she did in her spare time, if she HAD spare time to get some sort of exercise, and I came up with this. I miss Beat Saber so much, and it's time I partake again since winter is coming zwz

Also, some random ass links that led to this fic being made, and lo and behold, it's a miraculous coincidence it's coming out on Lena Luthor's bday XD

"A fencer's ideal strength routine builds force production through the upper and lower body while also providing a foundation for developing power in the attacking positions. Core compound barbell movements of deadlift, bench, and squat should be the focus"

"Plyometric work, such as depth jumps and explosive push-ups are good ways to develop power, and given that you will push off from your toes when lunging, even jumping rope can help, as well as providing good conditioning work."

PS - oh, to build up my repertoire of expressing myself in fic form again XD one of my first anime was Saber Marionette J, and I think it would be hilarious to think of Lena as anything other than being the one who would create a Scientific Project to repopulate the world, but Lesbians XD

[fazedlight]

I think they're more alike than Lena would like to admit.

recognising your parent's mannerisms in yourself and physically feeling psychic damage occur

[lumiinousbeingsold]

tag drop - comics pt. 1

[tortillamastersblog]

♕ No Matter What - Part 5 | Lena Luthor ♕

Pairing: Lena Luthor x reader

Warnings: none, just some tooth rotting fluff

Summary: Something has shifted in your relationship with Lena and as time goes on, you realize that you might think of her as more than just your boss.

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It’s Saturday night and instead of watching a movie on my couch like I used to, I’m trailing behind Lena while she mingles with the people of her charity event.

This morning when I woke up she was already in the kitchen, making breakfast. It was oddly domestic, but I can’t say I minded.

We ate in silence, stealing glances at each other before our peace was disrupted by a fuming Sam.

She stormed into the apartment and yelled at me for not calling her, saying she’d been worried sick all night. Then, before I could apologize she rushed over to hug me.

Lena watched with mild amusement and, as gentle as possible, filled Sam in on what happened. That didn’t help at all though and in the end it opened a whole new can of worms with Sam scolding me for losing control and being reckless.

It got so bad that Lena had to step in at some point because I couldn’t get a word in. Sam apologized, and I did too for not calling her before we all settled down and finished eating.

After that I thanked Lena for letting me stay and rushed home to shower and change before returning to her apartment so I could accompany her to work.

Other than this morning, she hasn’t brought up last night and I’m extremely grateful. I know she would never judge me for what happened, just like Sam, but I’m not ready to share that part of me. For now, at least.

“Y/N?” A gentle touch on my forearm brings me back to reality. I look down to find Lena looking up at me with curiosity. “Everything alright?”

Her touch makes my stomach flip and I gulp, trying to mask my nervousness by saying, “Just peachy.”

Lena smiles and squeezes my arm teasingly. “Come on, be honest. You can admit you’re bored.

Bored? I’m anything but that. All night I’ve been able to watch her in her black off-shoulder dress without having to worry about looking like a creep.

I almost scoff, but realizing that that might come off as rude I say, “I promise you, Ms. Luthor, I’m not bored. This event is amazing and your speech earlier was very inspiring.”

Lena’s smile turns bashful and she ducks her head shyly. “Well, if you say so… Thank you.”

I bow playfully. “You’re welcome.”

Just then, Sam and a man whom I recognize from one of the board meetings approach us.

The man whisks Lena onto the dance floor and I turn to keep an eye on her. Sam joins my side and watches the people waltzing around before nudging me.

“Soooo, what was that?” she asks, her voice taking on a sing-song quality.

I tear my eyes away from Lena for a moment to shoot Sam a questioning look.

She raises her eyebrow expectantly and cocks her head in the direction of the dance floor. “You and Lena,” she prompts.

My ears start tingling and I square my shoulders nervously. “What about us?”

“She was touching your arm,” Sam says with a smirk. “And you didn’t pull away.”

“I—“ I snap my mouth shut because Sam’s got me cornered. She knows I hate people touching me and the fact that I let Lena do it speaks volumes. “Well, she’s my boss and I can’t just shove her off me, now can I?” I defend but I know it’s a weak excuse.

“No, not really,” Sam muses and I know she’s not buying it. When she adds, “You’d make a cute couple,” my jaw drops and I dig my elbow into her side.

“Oh my God, shut up!” I hiss through gritted teeth, looking around nervously to check if someone is listening to our conversation. Luckily no one seems to be interested though, so I quickly turn back to her. “You can’t just say something like that.”

Laughing, she takes a swig of her champagne. “Oh, relax. We’re all adults here and I know for a fact that Lena’s been single for quite some time now and the way she was looking at you—“

My eyes widen in horror and I slap a hand over Sam’s mouth. She licks my palm in retaliation and I pull back with a grimace. “Ew!”

“Oh shut up.” She chuckles and punches my shoulder. Then, her expression turns a little more serious and she says, “I mean it, Y/N. Just think about it…”

I don’t know what to say to that, so I turn my attention back to the dance floor with a sigh.

Almost all the guests are gone and I stand back patiently as Lena bids the rest of them goodbye. Sam left a while ago to relieve Alex from her babysitting duties.

Kara who was here for CatCo earlier left as well after exchanging some pleasantries and getting a few pictures of the event.

Once the last guest exits the venue, Lena returns to my side. “We can go home in just a second, I just have to get my stuff.”

I nod and let her lead the way. The venue is a beautiful French Chateau with lavish gardens and I almost got lost looking for the bathroom earlier.

Lena left her stuff in one of the vintage studies, so when we get there she gathers everything, ready to leave.

However, before we get to the door she stops and looks at me with a twinkle in her eyes. “I just remembered you didn’t dance with anyone tonight. Why is that?”

I raise my eyebrows in surprise and smile. “It’s not exactly in my job description, Ms. Luthor.“

Lena counters playfully. “Or you just don’t know how to do it and wanted to avoid making a fool of yourself.”

I scoff and cross my arms, letting my eyes show my amusement. “I can dance just fine, thank you very much.”

Lena drops her things on the plush sofa and holds out her hand with a challenging raise of her eyebrow. “Prove it.”

I huff and can’t help the way my stomach flips at the prospect of dancing with her. I eye her for a moment, debating my next move.

Just think about it…

Sam’s voice rings in my ears and I decide now is the perfect opportunity to test my ever growing feelings for the young CEO.

I take Lena’s hand and lead her onto the balcony to escape the musty air of the study. She’s surprised by the change in location, but doesn’t comment on it as we both admire the view of the garden for a moment.

The big fountain in the middle of the lawn is lit up in the dark, making the water sparkle as it rains down in tiny droplets.

There are also some lit lanterns along the gravel paths, but otherwise everything is dark. It’s as though the person who designed this place didn’t want to distract from the starry night sky above us.

Out here, away from the city, there’s no light pollution that prevents you from seeing each constellation clearly, and the sight is so mesmerizing, that I momentarily forget why I stepped outside in the first place.

That is until Lena clears her throat softly, effectively snapping me out of my haze. “Sorry.“

She smiles and tilts her head adorably, her eyes not leaving my face. I instantly get nervous under her gaze and try to mask it by stepping closer and saying, “May I have this dance, M’lady?”

I preform an exaggerated bow which makes her giggle. She accepts the invitation with a grin and I raise her hand to place a theatrical kiss to her knuckles.

Before I can get into position though, her hands travel up my arms and slide beneath the fabric of my jacket. She pushes it off my shoulders and I understand what she wants, so I take it off, albeit a little confused.

I’m about to ask why that was necessary when her fingers make quick work of the buckle on my leather shoulder holster that holds my service weapon.

“Now you’re officially off duty,” she says, draping my jacket and holster over the balcony’s stone railing before returning into my space.

She pulls me infinitely closer and guides my one hand around her waist, taking my other into her own. Her perfume clouds my senses and the warmth of her body so close to mine is making me swoon on the inside.

“I’m never really off duty,” I manage to get out without stuttering. “If you ever need me, I’ll be there.”

It could just be the low light, but I’m almost certain Lena’s pupils dilate ever so slightly. It’s a sight that makes me want to rush forward and kiss her, but in the end I don’t do it.

She’s still your boss! I remind myself and that wipes the idea from my mind entirely. Kissing her out of nowhere would be a sure way to get myself fired. That being said, should there ever be something between us she has to be the one to initiate it.

Lena doesn’t say anything. Her green eyes just bore into mine, so I smile shyly and ask, “Ready?”

She nods almost imperceptibly and I start moving, guiding her around the spacious balcony in a slow waltz. It’s been a long time since I danced like this, but it’s all coming back to me like riding a bike.

There’s no music playing, but it doesn’t matter. We’re in our own world, only focusing on each other while our bodies move effortlessly together.

“Well, it’s seems like you weren’t lying after all,” Lena whispers, her breath hitting my face.

“Huh?” I slow us down so we’re only swaying in place.

Lena’s lip twitches and the hand she has on my shoulder moves toward the back of my neck. “You can dance.”

I briefly close my eyes at the touch and tighten my grip on her waist. “I told you.”

“Mhmm,” Lena hums and we continue to sway in silence. A chilly autumn breeze dances around us and because it borders on cold, she draws closer.

Unlike earlier though, it doesn’t make me nervous. It’s calming and I feel my shoulders relax as Lena’s head settles on my shoulder.

I’ve never danced like this with anyone and for the first time in my life I regret not having had a serious relationship before. I’ve had a couple flings here and there, yes, but, like I said, it was never serious. But even those stopped happening when Noah died.

Now that I’m actually this close to someone, I realize how touch starved I’ve been. And no, Sam’s hugs and cuddles don’t count. I’m talking about romantic affection.

Another breeze whips past us and this time not even our proximity is enough to keep Lena from shivering. “It’s getting cold,” I say reluctantly. “And late…”

Lena sighs against my shoulder. “You’re right. Let’s go home.”

We stop swaying and separate slowly. The cold that replaces Lena’s warmth instantly makes me yearn for her again. But it is getting late and we both have to get up early tomorrow morning.

“Thank you for the dance,” Lena says, her hands lingering on my forearms.

I bow again, this time less playfully though. “My pleasure,” I say and seeing the goosebumps on Lena’s arms and chest, I take my jacket and drape it around her shoulders.

She smiles bashfully and mumbles another thank you which makes me feel very accomplished.

I grab my holster without bothering to put it back on and lead us inside where I grab Lena’s things. She protest weakly, saying she can carry it herself, but then a yawn overcomes her and we both chuckle.

We head outside and I help her into the passenger seat of the car the valet has already parked right by the entrance.

I tip him generously and bid him a good night before getting in the driver’s seat. Usually I’m not the one driving, but because it’s Alfred’s night off, I offered to do it.

The drive back into the city is peaceful and quiet. Lena’s leaned against the door the whole way with her eyes closed and my jacket pulled tightly around her shoulders.

She doesn’t even stir when I pull into her building’s underground parking garage.

“Ms. Luthor?” I whisper, touching her shoulder. “Ms. Luthor, we’re here.”

Nothing.

“Ms. Luthor.”

Again. Nothing.

Damn, she’s out cold.

I sigh and get out of the car, making my way around the hood to slowly open the passenger door. I make sure Lena doesn’t fall by quickly replacing the door with my body and bending over her lap to unbuckle her seat belt.

“Alright… Upsy-daisy. One, two, three.” I scoop her into my arms as gracefully as I can and make sure her head is resting comfortably on my chest.

Then I kick the car door shut and make my way to the elevator that takes us straight up to the apartment.

I get the door open with some difficulty and take off my shoes all while Lena continues to sleep away in my arms.

It’s an endearing sight and it just makes me realize even more how deep my feelings for her actually run.

I pad through the dark apartment and into her bedroom where I carefully place her on the bed. She stirs for a moment, but doesn’t wake up, so I take off her heels before adjusting her so I can pull the comforter over her.

“Good night,” I whisper and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. Then, without thinking I bend down and press a kiss to the crown of her head.

Oh, if only you knew what you do to me, Lena Luthor, I think as I back out of the room with a tired smile.

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Some much needed fluff after that last part :)

@nuianced-tck-enby Enjoy!

[supercorpkid]

Lonely is the Muse

Supergirl. Lena Luthor x Reader!, Kara Danvers

Word Count: 2850.

The first explosion cracks like thunder, shaking the floor under your feet. Papers scatter from Lena’s desk, and the glass windows of her office tremble as the distant blast rumbles through the building. For a moment, everything stands still, as if the world itself is holding its breath.

Then—chaos.

Alarms blasting, red lights flashing, an omniscient voice saying that security has been breached and reminding you to find cover immediately. You don't move. Feet fasten in place, heart on your throat while you look at Lena with clear panic in your eyes. She doesn't see it. Lena is already busy, fingers flying across her tablet, tapping into security feeds, running checks on the building’s defenses. Her face remains steady, focused, as if this really is just another day at the office.

You wish you felt that way, but fear is crawling up your spine, and you can’t shake the feeling you’re somewhere you shouldn’t be.

“Lena?” Your voice comes out shakier than you'd like, unable to mask the panic. Another explosion—closer this time—makes you flinch, reaching for the edge of her desk. “Lena, shouldn't we get Supergirl here, now?”

Lena doesn’t look up, hands still moving briskly across the screen. “It's okay, darling,” she says, almost too calm, voice completely steady. She glances at you, giving you a small, reassuring smile that hardly settles your heart. “The safest place for you to be is right here with me. Alright?”

“You’re sure?” Because while Lena is brilliant, resourceful—she’s not invulnerable. She’s not Supergirl.

Lena finally puts the tablet down and steps closer to you, her gaze softening as she places a hand on your arm. “I can protect you. We don’t need Supergirl.” Her thumb brushes over your skin in a soft, grounding gesture. Despite everything—despite the gunfire echoing through the floors under—you almost believe her.

Almost.

“We need to go.” Her voice shifts to something decisive, and she checks the hallway. Before you know it, she’s pulling you by the hand, her grip firm as you leave the relative safety of her office behind.

You run, your heartbeat pounding in your ears, shallow breaths barely doing its job to send air to your brain, and you are definitely struggling to keep the pace while Lena leads you through L Corp’s winding hallways. With each step, the sounds of the intruders grow closer—gunshots, shattering glass, and the chilling echo of shouted orders. The building feels like a trap, the walls closing in around you.

Your breaths come short and sharp as you round another corner, nearly losing your balance. “Lena,” you gasp, stopping for a minute to lean on a wall, “where are we even going?”

Because right now, it feels like you're running blind, escaping nothing and heading nowhere.

“To safety,” she replies over her shoulder, her eyes sharp and assessing, always two steps ahead. “There’s a secure wing. We’ll be safe there.”

You want to trust her—you do—but every gunshot and step sound tightens a coil of fear around your chest.

You hear a crash just behind you, and you are terrified to look and discover what really happened, but you can't help but turn. You watch as the glass wall collapses, chunks of shards crashing down, missing you by mere feet. You grip Lena’s hand tighter as you stumble forward.

Lena’s posture has shifted; you can see her mind racing, scanning the hall for any route out. But every hallway seems to lead to another dead end, every door either locked or blocked. Right now you can't even remember what brought you to L Corp this morning.

A sharp sound—footsteps, fast and coming closer—sends a fresh wave of fear through you. There’s nowhere left to go.

Lena spots a small door just ahead and yanks you toward it without hesitation. It’s a supply closet, hidden in the corner of the hall.

The space is cramped, barely enough for you both to stand. The shelves stacked high with supplies, leaving only a narrow strip of floor. You press yourself against the wall, breaths shallow as you strain to hear the sounds outside.

You are hyper aware of every point of contact between you and Lena. Her arm brushing against yours, her breath warm against your neck and the fingers ghosting over your hips, like a promise. 

You’ve always been close to Lena, close enough to have feelings you shouldn’t, feelings you’ve buried deep. But here, with danger looming just outside, everything feels too immediate, too raw. There’s no space to hide—not physically, not emotionally.

You've always wanted her, but now it's almost desperate.

"Is now a bad time to tell you I’m claustrophobic?" The words escape your lips before you can stop them, a poor attempt at humor to break the tension.

Lena glances at you, her lips quirking into a small, tight smile. "Shhh." She shifts, pulling you closer, her arm wrapping around your waist in a protective gesture. "I’m here. You’re safe."

But are you? 

Your heart races for an entirely different reason now. Her body pressed against yours, her warmth, her scent — it’s too much, and your mind spins with thoughts you’ve kept locked away for so long. 

You know you shouldn’t look at her. Not like this and definitely not now. But when you do, when you let your eyes slide to her face, it’s like a punch to the gut.

Lena’s watching you, her gaze soft but intense, her lips slightly parted as if she’s trying to figure out what to say, or maybe what not to say. Her eyes flicker down to your lips, just for a second, before she catches herself and looks away, but it’s enough to make your pulse quicken.

"Your eyes are really pretty up close," you murmur, the words slipping out before you can stop them. Lena turns her head toward you, her brow furrowed in confusion, but you don’t stop. "I never noticed the splash of blue in one of them."

For a second, there’s only silence between you. You can feel her gaze on you, searching, questioning, her pupils blown wide. The air feels even heavier now, thick with unspoken words and lingering tension.

She doesn't speak, doesn't say a word. You said more than you should've, you're sure. Wrong time, wrong confession, wrong everything. You've always known you were the wrong person for her. The vulnerability and fear of dying must have messed with your head.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” You whisper under your breath.

"No, it’s just — I don't think anyone else has noticed either." 

Not even Kara? Is what you want to ask but you stop yourself before it gets out of your mouth. You hear movement on the other side of the door. Steps and whispered words,

"She couldn't have gone far. Find her!"

You swallow deep, then turn to Lena again. For the first time you can tell she is also scared, you think that maybe that façade was just to make you feel better.

You're not thinking straight. Clearly. If you were, you wouldn't be reaching for her face nor stroking her cheek carefully and lovingly. You don't say a word, can't speak because they might hear you, but you can see Lena looks less distressed when her eyes soften and she pushes a little smile out. 

And oh whoa, you wanna kiss her. You wanna kiss her so badly — you can’t even remember why you’re stuck in this closet with her in the first place.

It might be because you're clearly staring at her lips, but Lena mouths the words, "it's alright."

And you're not sure what she's trying to tell you. Is it alright for you to kiss her? Is she trying to comfort you because of the whole situation? What does she even mean by those simple words that got your head spinning so hard?

Your pulse quickens, the soft curve of her lips drawing you in like a gravitational pull you’re helpless to resist. Lena’s whisper hangs in the air—it’s alright.

Your hand lingers against her cheek, thumb trembling as it grazes the soft skin below her eye. You shouldn’t be touching her like this—especially not now, not when every breath feels stolen, too loud in the cramped space. But the look in her eyes, that subtle catch in her breath, it blurs the lines between what's allowed to happen between two friends. Maybe—just maybe—this is not a mistake.

Are you really going to kiss her right now?

Lena tilts her head ever so slightly, leaning into your touch. Her eyes flicker down to your lips again, and it’s all the confirmation you need. You’re not sure how else to make sense of the heat thrumming between you. 

Lena's breath catches, her lips parting just enough to draw you closer. The space around you feels like it's shrinking, inch by agonizing inch. And then—just as you're about to close the distance—

Crash.

The door slams open, and in a blur of motion, the intruders are thrown back, weapons flying from their hands. A gust of wind rushes in front of you, sending people flying through the air.

Supergirl.

Kara stands in the doorway, cape flowing as she takes in the scene, you and Lena so close — so close you're almost one. Relief floods Lena’s features, her entire body unwinding in a way that makes it clear—this is what she’s been waiting for. Her.

"Y/N! Lena!" Kara’s voice is breathless, filled with concern. In two quick steps, she’s at Lena’s side, pulling her into a tight embrace. 

You blink, frozen, hand still hovering in the air where Lena’s cheek had been just moments before. You watch as Lena leans into Kara’s arms, her body relaxing in a way you haven’t seen all night. The gratitude in her eyes is unmistakable, her face lighting up in a way that stops your heart cold.

The way Lena melts into Kara’s arms—it’s like watching someone take a breath after holding it too long. Her relief is palpable, and it leaves you standing there, frozen in place. 

It’s different. She’s different with Kara. 

You step back, your arm falling to your side, the weight of the realization settling in. That almost-kiss—it wasn’t what you thought. It wasn’t born of love or longing. It was fear. Fear of dying, fear of losing everything, fear of the moment slipping away. And now, with Supergirl here, that moment has passed.

"Next time, call me immediately." Kara complains and Lena brushes her off,

"I could've handled it."

"Yeah, I just found you two hiding in a closet. I don't know how much of that you were handling. Except, you know," Kara raises her eyebrows insinuating something.

"No, you're right." Lena is quick to say, not even glancing back at you. "We were just hiding in a closet."

Something tightens in your chest, a dull ache spreading as you take another tiny step back. Oh shit, did you really ruin your friendship with Lena for one almost-kiss that quite possibly meant nothing to her?

Kara turns to you, her gaze warm and steady, a gentle hand squeezing your shoulder. You swallow hard, a weak smile tugging at your lips but never quite reaching your eyes. "Hey, you alright?" she murmurs, her voice soothing as ever. The worry in her eyes softens as she leans a bit closer, searching your face. "You guys are safe now, alright? I've got you." 

"Yeah," you lie, your voice thin. "I’m fine."

But you’re not fine. Not really.

You look at Lena one more time, watching the way her face softens as she gazes up at Kara, and you realize something you’ve been avoiding for a long time: no matter what you feel, no matter how much you love her, you’re not the one who makes her feel safe. You’re not the one who makes her heart race.

It's Kara.

And it always will be.

It’s been days since what happened in the closet, and you haven’t been able to stop thinking about it—the way her breath mingled with yours, how close you came to kissing her, and how quickly everything changed the second Supergirl arrived. You’ve convinced yourself it was all in your head, that whatever almost happened was just panic, adrenaline, impulse. Lena loves Kara. She’s always loved Kara.

That’s why it makes no sense when you hear a knock at your door late in the evening and Lena is standing on the other side.

“Can we talk?” she asks, voice soft, almost tentative.

You hesitate for a beat but step aside to let her in. The air between you is thick with everything left unsaid, but neither of you seems willing to break the silence. Lena stands in the middle of your living room, looking around like she’s searching for a way to start, and you’re suddenly hyper-aware of how quiet everything is—too quiet.

She takes a breath, breaking the stillness. “I’ve been thinking a lot about... what happened the other day.”

Your heart thuds in your chest. Oh no. She’s going to bring it up. The almost-kiss. And then tell you it was all a mistake, just heat of the moment. Your mind spins while you try to think  of an apology.

“I’m really sorry,” you blurt out, forcing the words out before she can continue. “I shouldn’t have—”

But she cuts you off with a shake of her head. “No, don’t apologize.”

You freeze, blinking at her. “What?”

Lena’s eyes meet yours, her gaze sharp and yet vulnerable. She hesitates, searching for the right words. “You shouldn’t apologize. Because I... I haven't stopped thinking about it.”

You stare at her, your mind racing. What is she saying? You can’t quite let yourself hope, but the way she’s looking at you—soft, open, raw—makes your chest ache in a way you weren’t prepared for.

“I was scared,” Lena admits, her voice dropping to a low, fragile tone you haven't heard from her yet. “I was putting on a brave face for you, but the truth is I was terrified of the situation, of people hurting you because of me, I—” She pauses, swallowing. “I should've gotten Supergirl there the second we heard the first explosion, but I wanted you to feel safe with me.”

"You wanted what?"

"I wanted to be the one to save you. I wanted to be the one you’d trust to keep you safe."

You take a step closer without thinking, "But why?"

"I—" Lena tries, but breaks eye contact like it's suddenly too much. "I wanted to be the one you look starry-eyed at."

You furrow your brows. "I've always looked at you starry-eyed. You just didn't notice because you were too busy looking at Kara like that."

"What? No. No. I — I love Kara. She’s... my best friend. I’ll always be grateful to her. But that’s all it is." Her gaze finds yours again, more open than you've ever seen. Lena takes a deep breath, her voice faltering as if she's standing on the edge of something too fragile to name. "I'm definitely not in love with her." She makes sure.

Your heart skips, but you force yourself to stay calm, to not rush into assumptions. “But then why didn’t you—” 

Lena lets out a breath, her shoulders sagging under the weight of her own uncertainty. “I... I thought maybe I misread everything, that maybe you were just trying to soothe me. And then Kara showed up, and everything..."

“I wasn’t,” you interrupt, your voice quiet but steady. “I wasn’t just reacting to fear. Lena, I’ve loved you for a long time.”

The admission hangs in the air between you, and for a second, you think maybe you’ve pushed too far, that maybe you’ve said too much. But Lena’s gaze softens, and you see something break in her—a wall you didn’t even realize she’d been holding up.

Lena cuts the distance, and you're so close again you feel transported back to the supply closet at L Corp just like that. Bodies touching, shared breaths, and stolen moments.

"I love you, Y/N. It's always been you."

And as if drawn by a force too powerful to resist, Lena leans in, her lips brushing against yours in the softest, most tentative kiss. It’s gentle, almost cautious, as though she’s still afraid this might be a dream, that you might pull away.

But you don’t. You could never pull away from the thing you've wanted the most. Instead, you lean into her, your heart pounding as you kiss her back, slow and tender, pouring everything you’ve ever felt for her into that one moment.

When you finally pull apart, you’re both breathless. Lena rests her forehead against yours, her eyes closed, as if savoring the quiet intimacy of it all.

"I’ve wanted this for so long," you admit, your voice barely more than a whisper. "Sorry I didn't follow through that day."

Lena gives you a soft, genuine smile that makes your heart swell. "You don't need to apologize, you can just make up for it now."

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Supergirl Radio is discussing some of the recent episodes of My Adventures with Superman, and they're kind of musing about the implications of Brainiac being able to wipe/alter Kara's memories.

Which means I am 100% besotted with the idea of this Kara meeting a version of Lena. Not sure which version, but one who'd be able to commiserate with the manipulation and unraveling of their familial reality and having to recondition themselves to the real world, in all its painful glory.

So clearly a world where Lena is a Luthor. Lex is pretty young in My Adventures with Superman, which would imply that Lena would be younger, but I want her to be of an age with Kara, so maybe Lena and Lex are twins in this universe? Equally brilliant but polar opposite personalities.

Lex wants more and more of the spotlight, which ultimately makes him unreliable, to the point that Lena kind of becomes the dependable one by default? Who seemingly gets all of their father's approval, which pisses Lex off to no end, but she's still left walking a razor's edge?

All Lena wants is to do good and belong. Which, funnily, is what Kara aches for too. Maybe they meet in the park one day, choosing the same bench to be miserable and dour on as they watch the rest of the world be happy and playful.

Maybe Kara asks Lena a question about the meaning of life on Earth, which startles Lena but it shakes them both out of their misery long enough to notice-- oh no, she's hot.

And then they become friends, and Kara introduces Lena to Clark, who's thrilled Kara has found a new friend on Earth, but no one knows she's Lex's sister. When she's eventually outed (how, idk), they're automatically suspicious, despite the fact that Lena has given no indication she shares her brother's beliefs.

It breaks her heart, and Kara can't stand to see her sad, so she seeks Lena out so Lena can explain how all her life she's been compared to and associated with Lex. As though the minute she refuses to be part of the Lena and Lex duo, she just ceases to exist. How maybe early on she adored her brother and took his word as gospel, until she started to think for herself-- and completely lost her brother as a result.

And in losing her brother she lost herself, and ever since she's been trying to put herself back together, into a complete person who can exist without Lex. But for all her hard work, the moment her identity as his twin is revealed it all unravels again. But she doesn't blame them, not really. She'd probably think the same, in their shoes--

Until Kara wraps her up in a big hug and simply clings to her, until a surprised Lena finally relaxes into the embrace and returns it. Kara trusts her, no matter what Clark or his friends say. For the first time, she has the choice to believe in who and what she wants.

She chooses Lena.

[pippytmi]

For the fake dating thing 11 with whomever you want!

“Do you always get into fist fights on first dates, or am I just lucky?”

There is a bruise already forming on Kara’s jaw, and her hand still has a phantom ache that won’t go away. There might be a touch of blood on the lapel of her shirt, too, but she has been unable to confirm without ready access to a mirror. But it’s this—the firm click of silver six-inch heels against pavement announcing Lena’s arrival—that brings Kara an instant sense of uneasiness.

“It’s kind of in the job description,” Kara shrugs off the rhetorical question. “You know, of being a girlfriend.”

Lena Luthor has an uncanny ability to make Kara feel completely, totally inept in any situation just with a quizzical quirk of an eyebrow and a ruby-red lipsticked frown. Not because she deliberately tries to, but because that’s just the Luthor™ way. Every member of that family seems to have mastered the ability to stare hard enough to make anyone squirm. Even though Kara has known Lena since they were kids—even though they know each other better than anyone else in the world—the effect is the same.

“That might be the most idiotic thing you’ve said all night.” Despite her stoic expression, Lena’s voice is surprisingly soft. “You should have walked away.”

“That would have been worse than not punching Mike Matthews, I think,” Kara says. “Really, I’m ninety-five percent sure I’m supposed to defend your honor, or… whatever the saying is.”

And the strangest thing happens; a glimpse of amusement cracks through Lena’s frown, visible in the ever-so-gentle upturn of the corner of her mouth. “Sorry, did I miss the part where we time traveled a hundred years ago?”

“It’s—you know what I mean,” Kara says. “If I was your real girlfriend everyone would expect me to punch guys in the face for you.”

“Or,” Lena counters, “it might be overkill, since everyone knows you are not inherently a violent person.”

Kara sheepishly tugs at her collar, unable to stop herself from flushing when Lena gazes at her so pointedly. “Does it matter if everyone who meets Mike wants to punch him? Because I’m pretty sure he could make a nun violent.”

“Wow,” Lena says. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say a mean thing about anyone before this.”

“Yeah, well…” Kara grimaces. “Mike Matthews brings it out of me. Or maybe this stuffy party does.” Her hand unconsciously goes back to her jacket, and she has to shrug it off all at once, suddenly feeling constricted in her suit. “I don’t know how you do it.”

Lena must be far more uncomfortable than Kara is, with those high heels and the skintight dress and the overall burden of familial expectations hanging on her shoulders, but she masks it remarkably well. “Practice,” she says—sighs. “And whiskey.”

“Gross,” Kara says, unconsciously crinkling her nose as she works at undoing her tie next. “I’m more of a Capri Sun girl myself.”

A short, stunned laugh emerges before Lena can likely quell it. “Right, how could I forget,” she says, and tilts her head in that curious way she does whenever she has a question she isn’t sure how to ask. But it must pass, because her actual question comes out in the form of: “Is there a reason you’re stripping in full view of the paparazzi?” 

“Fan service?” It’s a weak joke, but it makes Lena roll her eyes in that mock-exasperated way that Kara knows would be a laugh out of anyone else. “I just need to cool off, maybe. Then I promise, I’ll be your doting girlfriend for all the cameras again.” She allows a beat before she adds, perhaps unnecessarily, “Without any violence.”

“Yes, I think my mother would very much prefer that.”

Kara laughs, remembering the horrified look on Lillian Luthor’s face with—admittedly—a bit of glee. “Yeah,” she says, “I’m sure she’s thrilled with how tonight is going.”

“Well, she does think it’s all part of a rebellious phase,” Lena muses. “She’s convinced I’m doing this just to spite her.”

Kara has felt the brunt of Lillian’s disapproval back since she first befriended Lena when they were kids, back when they were auditioning for the same movie. Honestly, there is no telling why Lillian has always disliked Kara. Maybe it was because she wasn’t a nepotism baby like all the rest of crowd, or maybe it was because Kara would sneak Lena out of the giant Luthor mansion to go to the movies, or maybe it was because when they were teenagers Kara had wrecked the Porsche (on a dare)...but that disdain has been steadfast ever since they were young, and it’s never once wavered. Everyone knows it. Lena knows it.

Which is why Kara is unable to keep the confusion out of her voice when she says, “Uh. Aren’t you?”

“Aren’t I…what?” Lena repeats, lost.

“Pretending to date me to spite her?” Kara prompts. “You know. Since she hates me?”

Lena’s brow furrows ever-so-slightly. “I didn’t mean dating you,” she says. “I mean dating in general. She thinks it’s a distraction.” She absentmindedly picks at one of the sequins on her dress, a nervous tic that she has never been able to shake. “God, it’s getting cold out here.”

The temperature is just right for Kara, but Lena has always run cold; Kara’s poked fun at her for it once or twice (or for their entire childhood, but who’s keeping track). An unbidden smile, fonder than it has any right to be, inevitably forms. “Well sit down, so you can leech some of my body heat. Besides, you make me tired just looking at you in those heels.”

“Then I’ll be colder,” Lena objects, eyeing the stone of the fountain edge that Kara is currently sitting on. “No way.”

“You’re the most high maintenance fake girlfriend ever,” Kara feigns annoyance. “Here, then. Sit on my lap. And you can put my jacket over your legs.”

It’s hard to exactly tell with the dim lighting of the streetlights, but Lena—blushes? Maybe? And immediately shakes her head. “I’m too heavy.”

“No such thing,” Kara retorts. “I’ll keep stripping if you don’t sit down, Lena. Then your mother will really have a reason to hate me.”

“You are trying to create scandal everywhere you can tonight, aren’t you?” Lena says, but doesn’t move, only crosses her arms and gives Kara an exasperated look. “It would be a hell of a front page.”

“Wow, Lena, if you wanted me naked all you had to do was ask,” Kara says, undoing the first two buttons of her shirt while Lena continues to glare. Then, for fun, she continues up until she hits the top of her bra and Lena’s jaw fully drops in alarm.

“Oh my God, Kara, stop!”

But the ruse works, because as Lena moves forward as if she’s about to button Kara’s shirt back up (or just push her into the fountain), Kara is able to wrap an arm around Lena’s waist and tug her down. Lena yelps in surprise, arms coming up to squeeze around Kara’s neck, and Kara has to hide a grin into the curls that hit her full force in the face.

“Geez, Lena, you’re like an ice cube. Don’t you own a sweater?”

“You asshole,” Lena says, but there is no bite in her voice, only annoyed defeat. “If I get glitter all over you, I’m not going to apologize.”

“I’ll let it slide, this once.” Kara doesn’t mention that there’s nothing in the world that she wouldn’t let Lena get away with. That’s the inevitable truth of being in love with this girl pretty much her whole life—Kara caves first, and she always has. Whether it was what flavor of Gatorade to get from the vending machine, or whether it was who got to sit down in the only remaining chair for a last minute casting call, or whether it was to tag along to Lena’s prom date so the boy wouldn’t try to kiss her, Kara always let Lena call the shots.

Lena exhales; Kara feels the warmth of Lena’s breath against her temple, feels the steady weight of Lena’s body as she shifts on Kara’s lap, feels the rough pattern of Lena’s dress sequins against her fingertips. “You know you’re my best friend, right?” Lena says suddenly.

Those words always make Kara’s heart skip a beat, like they’re right back to being fifteen and nervously holding each other’s sweaty hands while poring over crumpled scripts. “I’d better be,” Kara quips, if only to keep her sappiness at bay, “or I’m returning the BFF necklaces I brought as our first-anniversary gift.”

“I’m serious,” Lena huffs, and her grip around Kara’s neck tightens just a hair. “Will you let me be serious?”

“Okay, okay. One hundred percent seriousness from here on out, I promise.”

For a moment, the only sound is that of cars passing, of the trickle from the water fountain, of the faint music coming from the party. And when Lena speaks at last, it’s quiet. “I know my mom’s not the…easiest person,” she says. “And if pretending to be my girlfriend is going to make you uncomfortable because you have to deal with her, you don’t have to do it.”

“I’ve been dealing with your mother forever, Lena,” Kara says lightly. “She hasn’t been able to scare me off yet, for as much as she’s tried.”

Lena scoffs, but her hand is unmistakably tender as she fiddles with Kara’s shirt collar. “What happened to being serious?”

“I am serious! Do you or do you not remember that time we went to the water park? I swear she cut a hole in my water tube slide. And let’s not even bring up the whole prom incident, because I swear my hip has never been the same since falling out of your window.”

“She didn’t even know that was you.” Lena laughs, and it’s still somewhat hesitant, but just affectionate enough to reflect her feelings about that memory. “That feels like a lifetime ago.”

Kara inhales, shakily, both the sweet scent of Lena’s perfume and some much-needed air. “In a good way or a bad way?”

Lena presses her forehead into Kara’s jaw, her skin still cold enough that it makes Kara sympathetically squeeze her tighter. “Can you just promise to tell me if you don’t feel comfortable?” she asks, and ignores Kara’s question entirely. “Either with my mother, or…just the pretending part with me.”

“I feel plenty comfortable,” Kara tries, but Lena just reiterates,

“Promise me, Kara. I don't want to lose you.”

Something about the urgency in Lena's tone shifts the mood entirely; Kara swallows tightly and nods obligingly. “Okay. I promise. But you have to tell me, too, if anything becomes…I don't know, too much.”

“Fine,” Lena agrees readily.

“No, wait, but listen,” Kara presses. “Being friends is one thing, but dating is another, and—even if it's fake, we're going to have to do couple things. And I don't want it to ruin our friendship.”

“I also don't want to ruin our friendship,” Lena says. “Which is why I brought it up first.”

“Good. Okay. I just wanted to be sure.” Kara awkwardly shifts, all too aware that this might not be the ideal time and place for this conversation. Much less when Lena's still in her lap, clinging to Kara as if afraid to let go. “So on a scale of one to ten, how badly have I messed up the friendship by fighting Mike?”

Lema hums, considering. “That depends on what he said about me.”

“Um, nothing nice,” Kara says haltingly. “I'd rather not repeat it.”

“Then I'll let it slide…this once.” Lena's hands find their way up to Kara's face, fingertips gentle against the bruise on her jaw. “But you are still an idiot.” She thumbs warmly against the apple of Kara's cheek and gazes at Kara from underneath thick mascaraed eyelashes, then whispers, “And you're my favorite.”

“Your favorite idiot?”

“My favorite person.” Suddenly they're seventeen again, and Kara is sitting on Lena's bedroom floor still tugging at her tux because it itches. Suddenly they're seventeen again, and Lena is biting her lip and unable to catch Kara’s eye. Suddenly they’re seventeen again, and Lena is whispering I wanted you to make sure he didn’t kiss me because I want you to be my first kiss.

Kara blinks, mouth opening and closing for a pause, before she has to fall back on a safe feeling—fall right back to humor, so Lena does not comment on the way Kara’s body automatically tenses. “Aw, Lena,” she manages, “that sounded a lot like you like me.”

“I’m just a good actress,” Lena says mock-haughtily, but her eyes are searching as they lock onto Kara’s, expression softening the way no one else ever really sees. To the world she’s always been some cold, aloof superstar, but to Kara she will always be the best friend who wanted her first kiss to be with the person she trusted most in the world.

“Well for the record,” Kara swallows thickly, “you’re my favorite, too.”

There is a split second—a charged, electric second—where Kara swears Lena is going to kiss her. Her eyes are hooded like they’re about to close, and her face sways closer, her hand still resting on Kara’s bruised jaw. But then she sighs, and Kara can feel the distance before she sees it.

“We should go back inside,” Lena says, abruptly stumbling off of Kara's lap. “Sooner or later we'll have to do damage control.”

It takes a beat for Kara to catch up. “Right,” she says, hastening to button up her shirt and follow. “It wouldn't be a Luthor party without damage control.”

“It's the first time you're the cause, though,” Lena throws over her shoulder. “And don't forget your tie!”

“Got it,” Kara calls, undoing her tie entirely and tossing it into the bushes. “Hey, wait up! Come back and hold my hand.”

That makes Lena freeze in place. “What?”

“For—you know, the cameras,” Kara says, shrugging her suit jacket back on. “So we can show a united front.”

Lena gives her an inscrutable look. “You say the weirdest things sometimes,” she says, but she allows Kara to catch up and intertwine their hands together without further complaint. 

“How else is everyone supposed to know you're not mad at me?” Kara reminds her. “Or that I'm the best girlfriend you've ever had?”

“I doubt they're going to make that assumption based on hand holding.” But as they climb up the steps to rejoin the gala, the low, golden light illuminates that dimpled smile of Lena's that makes Kara breathless. “What makes you think you're the best, anyway?”

“Just a guess,” Kara says, squeezing Lena's hand as they reach the entrance. “Am I?”

“Let's see if you end tonight without any more fights first,” Lena quips, and while her voice is teasing, her smile grows exponentially tender. “Ready?”

“Ready,” Kara echoes quietly, and allows Lena to lead her right through those double doors knowing that she would follow Lena anywhere.

[korgidorgi]

Lena Luthor x Reader "Tank Time!"

Word Count: 1,723

Warnings: None, just fluff :3

Lena stops by your place early to help you prepare for game night. A/N: I love imagining this in my head and I've been trying to write it for a while now, i just didn't know how. I love combining my hyperfixations and aspects of my life into my fanfics, and this is one of them. I love my fishies if you can't tell ^w^

The lyrics to your favorite song drift throughout your house and you hum along, sloshing water around your large fish tank. You shove the gravel vacuum into the sand of your tank, sucking up the nasties that have fallen to the base to settle. You barely hear the knock over your music.

“Come in!” You call, unmoving. “It’s open!”

You hear Lena open your door and step in. She pauses briefly to take off her shoes and her jacket before joining you on the other side of your house. You’re elbow deep in rapidly clouding fish water. The plastic tubing of the siphon hose is guiding the dirty water into a bucket on the floor.

“Hey, Lena,” you greet. “Jeez, did I really take this long?”

She chuckles at your predicament, shaking her head. She watches you suck more water out.

“No,” she muses, “I just thought you’d need some help to prepare for game night.”

You hum in response, sending her a small smile. You turn back to your task, watching the brown algae and waste get sucked up the tube. The sand settles back into its place as you lift the siphon up to another spot. You watch your bucket fill, careful not to overflow and flood your floor.

Water splashes as you lift the nose of the siphon out of the water. The sand stirs slightly from the flow. Your fish dart to and from their hiding spaces amongst the rocks and plants that inhabit the tank. One of the discus fish surfaces, splashing a small amount towards you in protest.

Setting the siphon down, you turn towards Lena and the bucket on the floor. You nod your head towards the back door of your house, squatting down to pick up the 5 gallon bucket.

“Could you get the door, please?” You huff as you pick up the heavy bucket.

“Of course!” Lena responds, swiftly pulling the glass door out of your way.

You waddle your way out the door and set the bucket down to the side of your patio door. You go around the other side of your patio to turn on the hose around the corner. You wander back around to the patio to find the hose head. Picking it up, you squeeze the handle, shooting out a jet of water. Lena lets out a small yelp. Your head snaps up to her, noticing she is now wet.

“Sorry!” You call to her, your eyes widening at your mistake.

“What was that?” She tsks, raising an eyebrow at you.

You smirk at her, feigning your ignorance now. “Oh, you mean--” you slowly lift the hose back up at her-- “this?”

You send another jet of water her way. She puts her hands up to shield her face and turns away from you, gasping at your audacity.

“You did not!” She gawks, turning back once you’ve stopped spraying her.

You try to contain your laughter, failing miserably as a few chuckles escape your lips. 

You laugh, “Oops!” Your hand covers your mouth.

She bends to grab the bucket you’d previously sat down, tipping it to spill some water and make it easier to lift. Hauling it up, she steps towards you, threatening you with it.

“Woah, woah,” you plead, pointing the hose nozzle away from her and holding your hands up in front of you. “We can work this out.”

You take steps back down the stairs of your patio onto the grass, hands raised. Out of options, you begin to spray her a few more times as she approaches in hopes to discourage what she’s about to do. Your foot snags on the hose line that's on the ground, causing you to topple onto the grass. You land on your ass with an oof. You look up at her towering over you, bucket in hand. 

“This is payback!” Lena announces, a devilish grin taking over her features.

She proceeds to dump the full contents of the bucket onto your downed form. Cool water splashes across you and your yard, fully soaking your clothes and hair. You laugh, begging for mercy as you throw your hands up in defeat.

“Okay, okay, I yield!” You squeal.

You lay back, sprawling on your yard in defeat.

She smirks, placing the bucket down with a small hmph. “That’s what I thought.”

You rest for a few seconds before getting up, grabbing the hose as you stand. Lena turns to watch you cautiously. You turn the hose towards yourself and spray the nasty fish water off you before heading over to turn the water off, plopping the hose down onto the grass. As you approach your back door, you drip all over your patio. You shake your head, trying to get some water out of your hair, flipping it all around. You then remove your shirt, pulling it over your head to reveal your bra, and wring it out. You throw it over your shoulder and look over at Lena.

“I’ve got spare clothes in my room.” you slide the door open, beckoning her inside. “I can put your clothes in the dryer.”

“Thanks.” She nods her head at you.

She steps into your house. You close the door behind you and begin to lead her to your room. You open your drawers, grabbing a couple articles of clothes for yourself. You go to leave the room.

“You can wear whatever you find.” You grab the bedroom door to pull it closed. “I’ll get cleaned up in the bathroom.”

You give her a smile, shutting the door and leaving her to get changed as you get yourself changed. Once dressed, you go to plop your wet clothes into your washer, needing to get the residual fish gunk out of your clothes. Lena soon emerges from your room and finds you, sporting one of your favorite hoodie and sweatpants combos. She hands you her wet clothes to place in the dryer.

“Thank you.” She smiles, sticking close to you as you both walk back to your fish tank.

•••

Your fish tank is all clean and refilled in a matter of minutes, thanks to the help of Lena. After putting away the fish equipment, the two of you head towards the kitchen. You’re ready to prepare snacks for game night. 

She helps you drag out bowls and food for the snacks you bought for the night. The two of you get ready to prepare the food.

Your back is to her as you start to chop food for the dip dish. The soft thunk of the knife as it connects with the cutting board rings out to the beat of the song currently playing from your speakers. Your body sways gently to the music. Humming the tune to yourself, you fail to notice Lena approaching from behind. You feel her arms slide around your waist as she hugs you from behind. You lean back slightly into her embrace, letting out a small hum. She lays her head onto your shoulder. You continue to chop until you have enough. You set the knife down and begin placing the vegetables into their designated spots in the dish, ready to be stuffed into the potsticker dough you have prepared

Lena’s arms move to guide you to face her. You move to put your arms around her waist as well, staring into her emerald eyes. Her hand moves to cup your face, moving closer to you until her lips finally connect with yours. Her lips are tender against yours as the two of you lose yourselves in the moment briefly. You decide to gently break the kiss, grinning as you look up at her. You nestle your head into her neck, letting out a soft sigh as you relax against her body. She holds you for a few moments, resting her head on top of yours.

“Thanks for helping me,” you nuzzle your face further into the crook of her neck, holding her a bit tighter.

“Of course, Darling,” she returns, giving your shoulders a squeeze.

The two of you stand for a moment longer before detaching from each other to finish making the food. The two of you manage to barely avoid any fights with food, not wanting to change clothing again. After food is all ready, baked, cooked, and made, she helps you set out the dishes in preparation for peoples arrival. You set out some glasses for the others to grab their drinks with when they arrive, as well as setting up a few bottles of various beverages both alcoholic and non.

Once everything is prepared, you bring Lena over to your couch and pull her in for cuddles while you both wait for company to arrive. You breathe in her scent, sighing contently as you settle into her form, wrapping your arms around her waist. Her arms wrap themselves around your waist as well, holding you against her. She brings one hand up to stroke through your hair and she places a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“I love you,” she whispers, continuing to brush her fingers softly through your hair.

You settle deeper into her, “I love you too.” You place a kiss to the side of her neck.

The two of you stay like this for a while until a soft knock rings out through the house, alerting you to the first arrival. You drag yourself up off of Lena, the lack of her warmth causing you to shiver slightly. Lena follows you to the door. You swing it open, revealing the iconic blonde.

“Heyyy!” You greet your friend, swinging the door open wide.

She greets you as well, embracing you in a hug. Her eyes land on Lena.

“Oh my god,” Kara panics, “am I that late?”

“No, I’m just early.” Lena assures your friend.

“Lena just came over early to help me set up the arrangements.” You give her a smile, welcoming her to take a seat.

Kara sets a bottle of wine down on your kitchen counter before taking a seat. Before long, the rest of the Superfriends arrive, quickly filling the air with chatter. Food is served, teams are decided, games are lost and won. It’s safe to say your Game Night was a success, especially with Lena at your side the whole way.

[protectthevulnerable]

@storyofwhoiam

          Lena honestly hadn't known what to write when Catia suggested that she write a letter to Santa. If she'd been any closer to her adult headspace, she probably would've refused, but she was learning to enjoy so-called childish things and she really did want to do it. She struggled with it for ages before finally deciding on what she wanted to write.

          Once she was finished, she stood up from her spot on the floor next to the coffee table. With wide, nervous eyes, she passed off the letter to Catia, hoping she did okay.

[jedifighterpilot2727]

Now tell me why do I have the idea of Lena and Kara getting ready to leave her Penthouse for an event but as they’re about to leave Kara grabs Lena, pins her against the wall next to the door because she can’t take it anymore…she just has to have Lena right then and there, her desire for her doesn’t afford her the patience of waiting until they get home 😭😭

So . . . this just kind of . . . came out *ahem* I make no apologies.

As for the other dirty prompts in my inbox, I see you! I am but a subject to the muses. but hey, smut begets smut right?

Rated M for sMut

Also, fair warning, this turned out rather vanilla lol so I hope y'all still enjoy!

Reservations

"Leeennaaa." Kara calls out, letting her head flop against the back of the couch. "What is taking you so long? You look beautiful, I promise!"

There's the sound of shuffling in the bathroom before Lena's voice comes back through the closed door.

"Just a minute! I'm almost done!"

Kara whines, eyes drifting closed . "It's been fourty-five minutes. I've beaten like twelve levels on the match game on my phone."

"Not all of us have super speed, darling. Or perfectly coiffed curls, for that matter."

"You have a perfect everything." Kara counters. "Now can you please get your perfect self out here before I starve to death?" She takes off her glasses to squint at the smudges on the lenses.

"Is this your master plan as Luthor? Make me fall in love with you and then starve me to death while waiting on you to get ready for dinner? I can see the headlines now - 'Supergirl defeated by Lena Luthor, long term starvation plan executed perfectly by wife.'"

Lena's laugh is tinkling.

"First of all, the media doesn't know that I'm married to Supergirl; so the headline would be about Kara Danvers. Second of all,: I'm a better Luthor than my brother, darling, if I wanted you killed then you would be dead before you had time to put two and two together."

And Kara knows that Lena is joking.

Knows beyond the shadow of a doubt that her wife is teasing and would never hurt her - well not without a safe word. But the undeniable truth behind the honey sweet tone sends a shiver down Kara's spine.

Rao, why did everything this woman does have to turn her on?

Kara squirms in her seat as she reaches to untuck the corner of her shirt and uses it to wipe at her glasses.

"Well yes, but we can leave the 'you're evil, I'm Supergirl' role play for another day please? I'm really hungry."

She can hear Lena's long suffering sigh even without her super senses as she holds her glasses up to the light; frowning when she still sees smudges.

The unmistakable click of Lena's red bottom heels sounds on the hardwood floor behind her, as she tries once again to scrub at her glasses.

"Thank goodness, let's go, I've been dreaming about these appetizers ever since the last time we ate at Ralphio's."

The aforementioned heels come into Kara's peripheral vision, and she hurriedly pushes the glasses back on her face.

She blinks once through the streaks that her dress shirt has made on the lenses before she remembers that she doesn't actually need them to see the beauty in front of her and pulls them off.

"Fuck."

The expletive slips out unbidden, and Kara fully blames it on Lena's bad influence; because she lived with Alex for years and managed to keep her vocabulary clean, but now she apparently cusses like some sort of deviant.

To be fair, it's really not her fault.

No one should be held responsible for what they say when Lena Luthor-Danvers is standing in front of them dressed to the nines.

"What was that, darling?"

Kara slowly gets to her feet, letting her eyes trace a lazy path up from the floor so she can fully appreciate Lena.

The heels of course, showcasing perfectly flexed, creamy white calves all the way up to just below the knee; where a short but enticing slit slices it's way up Lena's thigh. The dress hugs Lena's curves in all the right places, guiding Karas eyes up the swell of her hips to the soft crescent of her abdomen.

Briefly, she worries about Lena's ability to breathe in the dress because of how snug it is around her ribs; but then the material cuts away to show off Lena's cleavage, the black lace trimming barely containing Lena's breasts where they threaten to spill over, and she's distracted again.

Her eyes trace the lace over perfect skin that she wishes was beneath her fingers - or god, her lips. She doesn't think she has a collar bone kink, but she definitely has a Lenal kink; so she lets her gaze meander slowly to Lena's exposed shoulders before darting to the column of her throat.

She can see the muscles of Lena's throat contract as she swallows, and sinful red lips are moving - saying something that Kara's distracted brain isn't processing.

"Darling."

Lena's holding back a laugh, and something tells Kara that this isn't the first time she's repeated herself.

Trying to break the spell, Kara shifts her attention to Lena's eyes; but - oh boy was that a mistake. Lena's applied her eye makeup a little darker than usual tonight, and her green eyes sparkle like a faraway planet in the night sky.

"I - I'm sorry?" Kara's mouth goes so dry that the back of her throat sticks together, and she coughs, embarrassed.

"Are you ready for dinner?"

"Dinner? I -uh -yes, dinner. Right." mentally, Kara kicks herself; forcing her body to do her bidding instead of lusting after Lena.

"Apres vous, Madame." She gestures to the door, and that's when her body's obedience ends. Lena's hair is swept up into a tight bun, and the back of her dress is cut just enough to tease.

Her fingers twitch, and before she can stop herself, her fingertips are ghosting along Lena's skin - trailing the path from the chain around her neck down to where he sleeve is hugging her shoulder.

She can see in Lena's posture when her breath hitches at Kara's touch, and it's then she loses her last remnants of self control.

All it takes is one long stride forward and she's caught up with Lena, her front ghosting Lena's backside and her lips lowering down to caress the same milky skin her fingers just left.

"Kara . . ." Lena's voice is shaky and she can see the tremble in the hand that reaches up to undo the chain lock on the door.

Grinning, Kara lowers her head once again to lave kisses against the taut skin of Lena's neck; her left hand following Lena's until she closes her palm against the back of Lena's hand. Kara gently pushes forward until Lena is pressed between the door and Kara's body with their left hands laced together.

Kara's right hand comes up to Lena's waist, and Lena's knocks against the door as she braces herself against the sudden force of Kara's grip.

"Kara . . . " Lena repeats in a strangled whisper.

"Yes, my love?" Kara barely pauses her kisses to mouth the words against Lena's skin.

"Dinner . . . " Lena shudders as Kara hits a particularly sensitive beneath her ear.

"Hmm?"

"We have reservations. . . "

"You have standing reservations at every fancy restaurant in National City." Kara corrects, before closing her teeth around the shell of Lena's ear.

Lena's fingers clench where Kara has them pressed against the wall.

"Do you want me to stop?" Kara offers thoughtfully, tugging Lena more flush against her, fingers grazing the underside of her bosom.

"I - . . ."

"Words, Love - mind reading isn't one of my super powers."

"Kara." Lena's voice quivers. "Fuck."

"Was that a request or a demand?" Kara smirks.

"Either, both, I don't know, just - "

"As you wish." Kara promises, using just a hint of super speed to spin Lena so that her back is against the door, their left hands remaining laced above Lena's head"

It Lena's turn to smirk.

"Are you quoting The Princess Bride to me?"

Kara's right index finger comes up to hook around her upper lip like a fake mustache.

"My name, is Inigo Montoya; you killed my father, prepare to die."

Lena laughs, a full on belly laugh that's a complete juxtaposition with the sexual tension in the air, but it somehow turns Kara on even more.

Grinning, she takes advantage of the way that Lena's head is thrown back against the door and bows her head to claim Lena's neck once again. This time, her lips quickly give way to teeth - grazing and nipping at the quivering skin.

She feels the sharp tug in her hair before she's even realized that Lena's free hand has moved, and she grunts into the freckle on Lena's neck. Her weak knees let the majority of her body weight fall into Lena and the door, and she feels their bodies meld somehow closer; Kara's knee slipping between Lena's legs and shifting her dress up her thighs.

"Kara." Lena's voice is a whispered prayer against her ear, and Kara can't help but chuckle as absolute want and need race in shivers down her spine.

She pulls away slightly, waiting until Lena's unfocused eyes have lost their glazed look and met hers, before brushing the lone strand of hair that's escaped from Lena's bun away from her face.

"You know, we could always send a driver to get takeout if you still want those appetizers." Lena pants out, even as her hips subtly grind down onto Kara's thigh.

"Mmmm, but you got all dressed up." even as she speaks the words, Kara uses both of her hands to pull Lena's hips into hers.

"I only got dressed up to look nice for you." Lena admits with a gasp as she steps out of her heels. The loss of height presses Kara's knee deeper into her center.

"I do like that one suit you have, in particular."

"I swear to god, if you say birthday suit -" Lena threatens.

Kara huffs a laugh, toeing out of her own shoes.

"I was going to say the purple Tom Ford, but I'm partial to the birthday suit as well."

"Don't get cheeky with me, Supergirl." The severe look on Lena's face might have worried others but Kara can see the smile pulling at her lips.

"Cheeky, huh?" Kara's hands drop to palm Lena's ass, squeezing suggestively.

Lena swats at her shoulder.

"Well if you're going to get violent Ms. Luthor." She ducks under Lena's grasp, using her handholds to hoist Lena over her shoulder.

"Hey!" Lena protests, fisting her hands in the back of Kara's shirt to try and maintain some semblance of control even as her legs kick helplessly in the air.

"That's Mrs. Luthor-Danvers to you!"

Kara's laugh echoes down the hall as she carries Lena to their bedroom.

"My apologies." She tosses Lena onto the bed, barely letting her settle from the bounce before crawling over her predatorily. "Mrs. Luthor-Danvers."

"Better." Lena breathlessly concedes before tugging Kara's lips down to hers.

Kara could spend hours kissing Lena - has spent hours kissing Lena - their mouths moving in a practiced dance that somehow leaves her satisfied and yet wanting more; tongues and lips bruised and tired.

But tonight, tonight she wants more.

Needs more.

And if Lena's moans and her nails digging into Kara's skin though her shirt are any indication, then Lena wants more too.

She buries her face in Lena's neck, reveling in the way her tongue and teeth draw out ragged gasps from the woman beneath her.

They both grind their hips, searching for friction, but Lena's dress is in the way. By some unspoken agreement, Lena lifts her hips and Kara balances on her knees and her mouth on Lena's shoulder - one hand pushing the dress up and out of the way and the other jerking Lena's panties down past her knees.

She has little time for a victory celebration though, because Lena uses her distraction at staying balanced to flip them over.

"Hey!" she half-heartedly protests, but it falls on deaf ears as Lena gives the seam of buttons on her dress shirt a sharp tug - sending buttons flying across the room.

Lena uses her hand on Kara's chest to balance as she leans back on her heels and as Kara takes in the scene; she would swear under oath that she'd never seen a more beautiful sight.

Lena's fancy dress is rucked up and twisted; and breasts that were once merely teasing their presence are now playing a very indecent game of hide and seek with every ragged breath her chest heaves. Her once immaculate lip stick is smeared almost pornographically, and more of her jet black locks are framing her face than are left in her bun.

"You're beautiful." Kara breathes out reverently, fingertips tracing an indistinct pattern up Lena's thigh.

"Are you sure you don't want me to go put on that Tom Ford suit - "

"Don't you dare put on any more clothes." Kara lets some of her signature 'Supergirl' authoritative tone leech into her voice, but Lena only laughs.

"Or what?" she teases, even as Karas hand slides between her legs and her fingers swipe through her slick.

"Or I'll have to rip them off of you."

"Is that a threat?" Lena moans as Kara's fingers explore her heat. "Or a promise?"

Kara grins wickedly, two fingers sinking into Lena's cunt with practiced ease.

"Oh, that's definitely a promise."

It's something she's watched probably a hundred times, but there's just something about Lena riding her fingers that she can't tear her eyes away from.

Kara's name sounds like a prayer on Lena's lips, and she can't help but feel a rush of pride at the blush that's spreading across Lena's chest.

One of Lena's hands is behind her on Kara's knee for leverage and support, and the other is fisted in the remnants of Kara's shirt. The green pendant that Kara made her for their last anniversary bounces just above her breasts, drawing Kara's attention but then Lena moans her name again, and she's distracted - watching pearly white teeth sink into maroon lipstick stained lips.

It's a beautiful thing watching Lena come undone, feeling Lena come undone.

The way her body rocks and trembles as she reaches the edge of orgasm, as she clenches around Kara's fingers, as her eyes roll back and drift closed- senses too overwhelmed to keep them open.

It's almost as beautiful as the lazy smile that crosses Lena's face as the last rhythmic shocks fade. The way her body sags almost in relief to be released from the building tension.

Almost as beautiful as the way Lena's hand pushes hers away as the stimulation becomes too much. The way she collapses next to Kara on the bed, already moving into snuggle position before her body fully hits the mattress. The way she pants as she joins her hand with Kara's and brings them to her lips to give an almost innocent kiss the fingers that brought her to ruin.

"That's - I'm just - give me a second." Lena pleads, but Kara only laughs placing a kiss to their joined hands herself before easing off the bed and slipping back to the living room to grab her phone.

"Hey!" Lena's weak protest calls after her. "Where are you going?"

Before the words have even completely left her mouth, Kara is rounding the doorway to the bedroom; taking in Lena's disheveled state with a grin.

"Well, I figure if we order those appetizers now, they'll be here by the time we finish the next round."

[rkfollower]

Poet

Kara Danvers stared at the blank sheet of paper on her desk, fingers gripping the pen just a little too tightly. She was a writer by profession, used to crafting compelling articles and heartfelt stories for CatCo. Words were her tool, her weapon, her art. But this—this was different. The paper felt impossibly blank, like it was mocking her. Writing this was far more difficult than anything she'd ever done.

Because this was about Lena.

Kara had always known she loved Lena Luthor. She couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment it happened—maybe it was during one of their quiet late-night talks, or perhaps it was the way Lena’s smile could light up a room. It could have been how Lena saw her, not just as Supergirl, but as Kara—clumsy, bookish Kara who could barely manage a coherent sentence when she was around her. Whatever the moment, the feeling had grown, become undeniable.

But as much as Kara was a writer, she was not a poet. Words flowed easily when she was covering a news story or writing about her adventures as Supergirl, but poetry? That was something else. The structure, the rhythm—it made her feel clumsy, like she was trying to navigate a maze with no map.

And yet, with Lena as her muse, suddenly Kara wanted to try. No, she needed to try. There was something about Lena that brought out a creativity in her that she'd never experienced before. It was like Lena unlocked a part of her she didn’t even know existed. When Kara thought of Lena—her sharp intellect, her fierce kindness, her vulnerability masked by steel—words began to tumble through her mind, and before she knew it, they formed into something that, while imperfect, came from her heart.

Kara stared at the note she had already written, the first of many she would send. It was simple, barely a whisper compared to the storm inside her, but it was a start:

In your eyes, a world anew,A place where dreams come true.Dearest Lena, you are my light,Guiding me through endless night.

It felt small compared to everything she felt for Lena, but it was honest. It was the best she could do. And as a perfectionist in everything she wrote, that should’ve bothered her, but it didn’t. Not when it was for Lena.

Kara sighed and leaned back in her chair, glancing at the small stack of other poems she had painstakingly crafted over the week. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, as she did writing these notes. But each time she finished one, the urge to share it with Lena grew stronger. She couldn’t tell Lena how she felt outright—at least, not yet. The fear of ruining their friendship, of pushing Lena away, weighed heavy on her. So, she decided to take the subtle route. Small, anonymous notes. Gentle hints. A love letter in pieces.

Each morning, she slipped a note onto Lena’s desk before anyone else arrived at L-Corp, heart pounding as she imagined Lena finding it. Would she read it right away? Would she smile? Kara hoped so. She hoped it made Lena feel cherished, loved in a way that words could barely express. She couldn’t shake the nervousness, though. Kara Danvers, confident reporter by day and fearless superhero by night, was reduced to a bundle of nerves when it came to Lena Luthor.

But there was something so thrilling about it, too. Writing for Lena was exhilarating in a way she hadn’t expected. She found herself daydreaming about the next note, scribbling down lines of poetry on napkins, sticky notes, and even her phone whenever inspiration struck.

Yet every time she sat down to write another poem, that familiar doubt crept in. I’m not a poet. But Lena made her want to try, made her want to reach for something she hadn’t believed she was capable of. And so, she pushed forward, pouring all her feelings into words, hoping—praying—that Lena would feel her heart through them.

One evening, as she finished the final note she would leave for Lena—the note that would reveal everything—Kara’s hands trembled. She had rehearsed this moment in her mind a thousand times, yet the reality of it terrified her.

Dearest Lena, I have so much more to say.But words escape me when you're near.Meet me tonight, and all will be clear.

There. It was done. There was no going back now. She had left the time and place—tonight, on the rooftop of L-Corp. If Lena showed up, if she was willing to meet her there, then maybe, just maybe, Kara would finally be brave enough to say all the things she’d been hiding.

Kara glanced at the clock, her stomach fluttering with a mix of excitement and terror. It was almost time. She gathered her things and headed to L-Corp, her heart racing the entire way. She replayed every conversation she’d ever had with Lena in her mind, searching for clues that Lena might feel the same way, but her mind kept circling back to one thing: What if I lose her?

She took a deep breath. She couldn’t think about that now. Tonight was about hope.

By the time Kara reached the rooftop, the sun was setting, painting the sky in hues of pink and gold. The city stretched out below her, but Kara’s eyes were focused on the rooftop door, waiting. Every second felt like an eternity, her nerves twisting tighter with each one.

Then, she heard the door creak open. She turned, and there she was—Lena, standing in the soft evening light, her face framed by the city’s golden glow. Kara’s breath caught in her throat.

"Kara?" Lena’s voice was soft, her eyes searching.

Kara smiled, though she felt her heart hammering in her chest. "I’m sorry it took me so long to say it… but I wanted it to be perfect."

Lena stepped closer, her expression unreadable but her eyes soft. "You wrote the notes?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Kara nodded, feeling the blush rise in her cheeks. "I’ve been trying to tell you how I feel for a while now, but I was scared. Scared of losing you. But I couldn’t keep it inside anymore."

Lena was silent for a moment, her eyes glistening with emotion, and for a second, Kara’s heart stopped. But then, Lena smiled—a smile that made everything worth it.

"I’ve been hoping it was you," Lena whispered, her voice filled with warmth and something that made Kara’s heart soar.

And in that moment, Kara knew—despite all her doubts, despite her stumbling attempts at poetry—she had found the right words after all.

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Taxes, Taxes, Taxes-Chapter 3

Fandom: Supergirl

Characters: Kara Danvers, Clark Kent, Samantha Arias, Lena Luthor

Summary: What if superheroes had to pay a property damage tax every time they had a fight in the city?

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Kara was seated across from Lena in her office. They were both just staring at each other with Samantha looking at them nervously from the other side of the room. It felt like they were in a never ending don’t blink challenge except that it had only been just a few minutes. Lena’s startled stare from early had turned icy. Kara had to admit to herself that Lena was impressive. The girl exuded confidence and intimidation with her stare, but it wasn’t enough to scare Kara off. She just kept giving her brightest smile while she waited. After another 2 minutes, Lena blinked, sighed, and shook her head. Kara had to stifle the chuckle that threaten to come out of her mouth. 

I may be able to wear her down just yet.

“Why are you here, Supergirl?”

“As I was telling your co-worker over there, I am here to volunteer for the hospital. I saw that you needed people to interact with the….”

Lena shook her head and said, “No, No. No. Don’t give me that professional bullshit! Why are you really here?”

The raven haired beauty leaned forwarded in her chair with her eyes issuing a challenge. 

Ah, she can be insightful. But would she be receptive to my true motives though?

“Honestly, I would like to use this opportunity to set myself apart from the one you called if I remembered correctly, a pompous jackass.”

“I knew I should have paid extra to have this whole office sound proof,” Lena muttered. 

Kara chuckled to herself. Lena was proving herself to be more and more interesting. She just wished she could be completely honest with her. It wasn’t quite a lie that she told her. She hated constantly being compared to the golden child that is her cousin. At least that is what the public believes. They already established a narrative in the papers that she was not only his cousin but that she was younger than him and had took her in like she was some poor defenseless child. 

If only they knew that I am not only technically older, but had to change that bumbling idiots diapers. 

“Some would see this as some type of ploy given our families history,” mused Lena. 

Hmmm, not taking the original statement. Going to have to push just a bit harder.

“I do see your point, but I think this can be an opportunity to help each other.”

Lena narrowed her eyes and scoffed. 

“And how exactly is that?”

Kara smiled brightly and said, “I did a quick research on this hospital last night. You poured a good portion of your money into this place to create state of the art equipment to provide the best quality of care for the children here. However, you have no investors to keep the cash flow coming. Several papers have done hit pieces which suggest you are working with Lex at the hospital in order to experiment on kids.”

“Which are all lies!”

Kara smirked and said, “I know that, but the public needs help with figuring that out.”

“What do you suggest?”

“I propose a partnership between the both of us. You can use photos and videos of me interacting with the kids at the hospital, and I can make an appearance at the hospital’s benefits and events to create a positive spin to rehab this place’s image.”

“And what would you want in return?”

“I just need to work off my $10,000. Plus, it would be an added bonus if this helps people to stop mistaking me for my cousin.”

Lena sighed and placed her head in her hands. 

“I don’t know about all of this.”

Sam came over and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Lena, this really could be we have been waiting for.”

“There has to be another way,” Lena muttered. 

Kara leaned back into her chair with a coy smile. 

“I guess the question you need to ask yourself is if you want your pride to come before the hospital since you don’t have enough money to keep it open another two months.”

Lena smashed her fist on her desk and looked enraged. 

“Hey! That is not fair. I can stretch my funds a little longer until we find somebody…”

Kara brightly smiled while leaning forward. 

“Do tell. Who exactly will be helping? The public hates you. Other superheroes seem to have the same perception as well since I am the only superhero that has applied to your posting other than the trolls since it went live over a year ago.”

The hate for Lena wasn’t exaggerated. The vitriol that Kara read in the paper about Lena made her skin crawl. The other superheroes weren’t much better. Some wanted to torture Lena to find out what she knew about Lex, but Clark stopped them. That startled Kara considering his hatred towards her brother. He said that going after her would go against everything they stood for. Kara often wondered if that was really true or if he was just giving the politically correct response. Kara stared back at Lena. She looked like she was in emotional turmoil twisting her hands like they were on fire.

Sam shook her head and sighed. 

“Lena, we are at the point where it is this or your mother and you know how your mother is.”

Lena placed her head in her arms on the desk and groaned for a moment. 

She looked back up with a grimace on her face. 

“Alright, we have a deal.”

Kara smiled brightly and put out her hand. Lena looked at it with a frown at first but gradually took her hand and shook it.

“Trust me! This will be a start of a beautiful relationship.”

“If only I could believe that fully.”

“Aww. Don’t sulk. I think we can make SuperCorp into a thing.”

Lena raised an eyebrow while staring at Kara.

“SuperCorp?”

“Yeah. A Super and a Corporate woman putting their families petty differences aside to make the world a better place. You can use it in marketing to promote the activities and benefits you want me to come too.”

“I don’t know about that.”

Sam chuckled and said, “It sounds perfect. I can already think of the things we can do with that theme.”

She quickly began jotting several ideas down in her phone.

Lena stared incredulously at her friend and loudly whispered, “Don’t encourage her!”

She turned back to Kara with reigned in passivity. 

“How do I contact you about upcoming events?”

Kara pulled from her pocket a small hand held device and handed it to Lena. She looked back up at Kara with confusion.

“You really just want me to press just the red button and you come running straight here?”

Kara chuckled and said, “While the red button is for emergencies, there are several other smaller buttons that you can used on the device.”

Lena frowned and looked at it more closely. She didn’t notice before, but there were several buttons, a phone and a pen. She pressed the phone icon which produced a holographic keypad where you can dial out and make a call. She noticed it had a contact list which currently only listed Supergirl, but didn’t display the number. She pressed the pen icon which brought up a holographic keyboard where she could type out messages. 

She looked up at Kara impressed but quickly changed her expression to passiveness. 

“This will do just nicely.”

She is so cute trying to hide how much she likes the tech.

Kara was jolted out of thought by a noise coming through her comms. 

“Supergirl, this is Batman. We need you in Central City. Gorilla Grodd and Solomon Grundy are raiding S.T.A.R. Labs.”

Kara sighed because she had been enjoying the tense conversation with the intriguing Ms. Luthor. 

“I am sorry to have to cut this meeting short. Duty calls.”

With that, Kara quickly flew from the room. 

It may take some time, but I think I can win Ms. Luthor over. 

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I am in need of these muses to play against/ship with:

Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch A Gwen Cooper (for my Jack Harkness muse). Catwoman (comics/game/movies version, idc) Gwen Stacy Mary Jane Lois Lane Lana Lang Harley Quinn She-Hulk Lady Sif Batwoman Black Canary Emma Frost Kaylee (Kaywinnit Lee Frye) Maleficent (Angelina Jolie's version) Cat Grant Faith Lehane Martha Jones Lena Luthor Adult Hemione Granger

Since Tolaas has a problem with cops and thinks most of them are crooked, I need a cop love interest for Tolaas, someone who can convince him that they're not all bad. (He knows of a couple of cop informants/friends that Terramn has in his network, that's about it.)

Need a Morgana, too. (From Merlin) Warehouse 13 H.G. Wells Need a Supergirl Myka Bering A Narcissa Malfoy, as an enemies-to-lovers or forbidden lovers or whatever-type of thing...

A Dean Winchester to play Tolaas against, because Tolaas doesn't like/trust Dean, and thinks he goes off half-cocked in his Hunting. So this could be enemies or acquaintances to actual friends.

Some of my muses could use friends, too - like Tolaas needs more male friends because all of his friends are played by me and I don’t wanna have friend threads with just me. All of my muses' friends are played by me. Need more that aren't.

For anyone I currently RP with, that are RPing any of the above with me, you're awesome.

I need some love interests for my girls (male or female). Need more OCs to play with!

Give me some gods, demigods, deities to play with!

Definitely need more redheads. >_> lol

This list will be updated as needed. Nothing above is 100% important or set in stone, but it is a bit important because I wanna get some more shipping going, and get more of my creative juices flowing.