#supercorp confessions

[marinawolf]

Can we hop on the angst train again? Another quarterly assassin attempt, but Lex has Lena in checkmate and succeeds. Supergirl was diverted far away and doesn’t get to Lena in time. (Lena has some sort of Ironman moment? Idk, injuries obviously but please don’t kill Lena off. No pressure at all, but depending if/how you wrote this, you could really break our hearts with 2 parts/split the one shot - write both of their POVs)

Okay, it's not in two parts but it's a long one. I hope you like it:

(Kara didn't get there in time, and Lena gets hurt. Lex Luthor up to his shenanigans once again. Lena gets hurt and Kara loses it. She goes after Lex. Confessions of love etc. Very angsty, very sweet. Protective Kara.)

Please Don't Let Go (Supercorp)

by marinawolf

Kara's heart pounded in her chest as she soared through the sky, her red cape billowing behind her. The city was engulfed in chaos, the air thick with smoke and the sounds of sirens blaring. A building had exploded, and trapped inside were a group of innocent school children who had been visiting on a field trip. It was Supergirl's duty to save them, to be their hero.

But as she reached the scene, her eyes widened in horror. Lex Luthor had left a chilling message for her, in flaming letters burned into the ground, taunting her with a cruel ultimatum.

"Innocents or your love? You choose, Supergirl."

The weight of his words bore down on her, and a surge of panic coursed through her veins. She couldn't bear the thought of losing Lena, not now, not ever. Lex was somehow aware of her feelings for Lena, even if Kara tried to hide it from herself, and was using the lives of innocent children as leverage. Kara's panic escalated, but she couldn't abandon the children in need. Using her freeze breath, Supergirl extinguished the raging flames, creating a path to reach the trapped children.

J'onn J'onzz, the Martian Manhunter, materialized beside her. The building creaked, but she turned to J'onn and desperately uttered one word, her voice laced with fear and urgency, "Lena."

Understanding the gravity of the situation, J'onn assured her, "I've got this, Supergirl. Go find her."

Without wasting another moment, Kara soared through the sky, her mind filled with panic. She headed straight for Lena's office, hoping against hope that she would find her there. But as she burst through the doors, Lena was nowhere to be seen. Kara's panic intensified, her control slipping away.

Just when she thought all hope was lost, she heard Lena's piercing scream. Kara's heart nearly stopped, but she didn't hesitate. She followed the sound, smashing through the window of a high-rise building. Her arrival was met with a barrage of guards, but she fought with an unrelenting fury, unable to hold back her strength.

Kara knew she had to reach Lena, for she sensed the danger that surrounded her. Her fists flew with the force of a thousand suns, but her mind was focused on one thing—saving Lena. As she finally reached the room where Lena was held captive, her eyes widened in horror.

There stood Lex, one hand pointing a gun at Lena while gripping a lethal Kryptonite blaster in the other. Before Kara could reach them, a searing pain shot through her body as Lex blasted her with the deadly substance. She heard Lena scream her name in anguish as she fell to the ground, her powers dwindling and her strength slipping away.

Kara reached out, her fingers straining to touch Lena, to protect her. But before she could make contact, the sound of the gunshot echoed through the room. Pain seared through Kara's chest as Lex's bullet found its mark in Lena's abdomen. Time seemed to slow as everything blurred into a nightmarish haze. Lex's chilling laughter filled the air, "Sorry, sis. It had to happen at some point," he taunted, before making his escape.

With the last of her energy, Kara cradled Lena in her arms, desperately trying to stop the bleeding with her hands. tears streaming down her face. She whispered desperate pleas for her to stay, to fight, and to know that she was loved. Her voice choked with grief. "I love you, Lena," she whispered over and over, finally confessing, the words a desperate plea. "Please, please don't leave me. Please don't let go."

Summoning her strength, Kara lifted Lena's fragile body and took to the skies, racing against time to reach the DEO. She burst through the doors, her voice filled with desperation, "Help her! Please, save her!"

The medical team sprang into action, rushing Lena into surgery. As soon as Lena was lifted from Kara's arms, Kara collapsed, her body weakened from the Kryptonite exposure. The world went blank, and the only image in her mind was Lena, covered in blood all because Kara couldn't save her.

-

As Kara drifted into consciousness, she immediately sat up, ignoring her weakened state and the screech of the machines attached to her. "Lena?" she asked, desperately.

Alex approached her with a mixture of relief and concern. "Relax, Kara. You're still weak, but Lena is fine. We managed to stop the bleeding and remove the bullet. She's stable."

Overwhelmed with relief, Kara's body sagged and she let go of the tears she had been holding back. She felt a tremendous weight lifted from her shoulders, knowing that Lena was alive and would have a chance at recovery. But guilt gnawed at her, and she sobbed, confessing to Alex, "I couldn't protect her."

Alex's voice was filled with empathy as she reassured her sister, "You did everything you could, Kara. You are an amazing friend. You saved her life, and we'll make sure she pulls through. It's going to be okay."

In that moment, Kara clung to Alex's words, finding solace in the hope that Lena would recover.

Days turned into nights as Lena lay motionless in her hospital bed, battling the darkness that enveloped her unconscious form. Kara spent every waking moment by her side, her heart heavy with worry and longing. She yearned to see those beautiful blue-green eyes open once more, to witness the spark of life returning to Lena's gaze.

Then, on a quiet evening, as the soft glow of the moon spilled into the room, Lena stirred. Her lashes fluttered and Kara's breath caught in her throat, anticipation mingling with trepidation as she watched Lena's eyes slowly open.

Her eyes were luminous and shining, the color shining through the haze of pain. Kara's heart soared at the sight, a mix of relief and guilt flooding her entire being. She had almost lost Lena, and the fear of a future without her had been unbearable.

Before Kara could utter a word, Lena's voice, weak but filled with hope, filled the room. "You love me?" she whispered, her gaze searching Kara's face for confirmation.

Tears welled up in Kara's eyes as she nodded, unable to form words. It was a declaration that had been long overdue, a confession she had kept hidden for far too long.

Lena's trembling lips curled into a smile, a mix of joy and relief washing over her features. Tears streamed down her face as she held onto Kara's hands, her grip weak.

But even as the emotions washed over them, Lena's strength waned. The toll of her injuries and the lingering weakness overtook her fragile body. With a soft sob, she clung to Kara's hands, her grip slipping as she faded back into unconsciousness.

Kara's heart ached as she watched Lena slip away once more, her love and concern mingling with hope for a swift recovery. She leaned closer, pressing a gentle kiss to Lena's forehead.

--

Kara sat there, unmoving for hours, waiting for Lena to wake up again, but Alex had warned her that Lena needed to rest. She had lost too much blood and her injuries were severe. She would need to rest.

"Kara," Alex whispered, trying not to startle Kara.

She turned around to see her sister looking concerned, a tablet in her hands.

"We have a situation," Alex said, gesturing at the tablet, "It's Lex again. I'll meet you in the front."

With a determined nod, Kara rose from Lena's side, preparing to follow Alex out of the room.

"Kara, no. Please." A soft whisper came from the bed behind her. Kara turned to see Lena, her eyes desperate. Her heart broke to see Lena look so shattered, so weakened. Lena had always been a force, and to see what Lex had done to her only fuelled Kara's rage.

Her heart had leapt at the sound of Lena's voice and she wanted to stay but she had to end this.

"I have to end this, Lena. He won't stop trying to hurt you. I can't let him do that again."

Lena closed her eyes, tears slipping out.

"He has Kryptonite, Kara."

"I know, but I'll be careful. I have to do this."

Lena nodded and Kara turned to leave, her focus now on destroying Lex, once and for all.

"I love you, too, Kara," Lena whispered as Kara reached the door.

With those words echoing in her ears, Kara soared into the sky, her heart brimming with a newfound sense of purpose. She would confront Lex head-on, for Lena's sake and for the love they shared. Nothing would stand in her way.

As Supergirl, Kara pursued Lex across the city, her powers at the forefront of the battle. Finally, she cornered Lex on the roof of the L Corp building, her eyes burning with a mix of anger and defiance. "This ends now, Lex. You will never hurt Lena again."

Lex sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Oh, Supergirl, you're always so predictable."

Before Kara could respond, Lex activated a concealed device, releasing a wave of Kryptonite gas. She gasped as the debilitating effects washed over her, her strength waning. But even in her weakened state, she refused to surrender.

Summoning the last vestiges of her powers, Kara managed stumble into him, causing the device to fall and clatter across the floor.

As Kara stood face to face with Lex, her body trembled with a mix of fury and anguish. The sight of him, the man responsible for causing harm to the woman she loved, ignited a fire within her that threatened to consume everything in its path.

Without a moment's hesitation, Kara unleashed her pent-up rage, her fists flying with a ferocity that shook the very ground beneath them. Each punch she landed on Lex's face carried the weight of her love for Lena and the pain he had inflicted upon her.

Her vision blurred with an overwhelming surge of emotions, the red haze of anger clouding her judgment. The sounds of her knuckles connecting with Lex's flesh reverberated in the air, echoing her wrath.

But amidst the chaos, a weak gasp escaped Lex's bloodied lips. "She won't forgive you if you kill me," he managed to choke out, his voice laced with malicious satisfaction.

Those words pierced through Kara's rage, grounding her momentarily. She froze, her fists still raised, realizing the truth in Lex's twisted statement. Killing him wouldn't bring justice or healing—it would only deepen the wounds Lena had suffered.

In that moment, Kara's love for Lena overpowered her rage. She took a step back, her breathing ragged as she fought to regain control. The full weight of the consequences loomed over her, and she knew she had to be the beacon of strength Lena needed.

Summoning every ounce of her willpower, Kara restrained herself, her fists slowly unclenching. She couldn't let her emotions cloud her judgment, not when Lena's life and love were at stake.

With a newfound determination, Kara approached the battered and broken Lex. Her eyes blazed with an intensity that sent shivers down his spine. Swiftly, she bound him with unyielding strength, rendering him immobile.

Without a word, Kara grabbed Lex and took flight, soaring through the night sky. The weight of her actions and the consequences of her anger lingered in her mind, but she knew she had made the right choice—for Lena, for their love.

Arriving at the DEO, Kara handed Lex over to the agents, her grip on him unyielding. Her voice resonated with a quiet danger, causing the agents to tremble slightly. "Make sure he never escapes again."

As the agents secured Lex in a containment cell, Kara turned away, her gaze fixed on the path ahead. The rage that had consumed her now transformed into something else.

With Lex defeated and in custody, Kara returned to Lena's side, her breath labored and her body still trembling from the Kryptonite's effects. Lena's eyes widened in concern as she took in Kara's weakened state.

"You're hurt," Lena whispered, her voice laced with worry.

Kara managed a weak smile, her love for Lena radiating from her gaze. "It's over, Lena. I got him."

Finally feeling the extent of her exposure to the Kryptonite, Kara let herself collapse. Lena was safe. Lex was in custody. She could rest.

[natalievoncatte]

There was a knock at Lena’s door, and it startled her awake. She was awake, but also wasn’t, sitting in a side chair beside her sofa with a glass of whisky still in her hand, loosely held by tired, nerveless fingers. It nearly fell from her palm when the sound jolted her from the twilight between fitful wakefulness and falling asleep sitting up. By her side was that goddamn picture, the glass still cracked. She grabbed it and forced it down so she didn’t have to see her grinning face, feel the ghost of a warm soft cheek lightly grazing hers.

The whisky made a fiery stab at her heart as she finished it and went to the door. She already knew who it was, the only person who’d dare disturb her at this hour, and who could get past her security.

Kara stood in the hall, clad in fluffy pajamas and disbelieved, tracks left by hot tears still cut into her soft rosy cheeks. There she was, the pretty little crying princess again.

It was an act. It was bullshit. The real her was hiding behind it, standing tall, appraising Lena’s faults with eyes that could burn mountains, the cold judgment of an extinct empire carved into her godlike, inhuman beauty. Lena made herself see that, refused to let her guard down.

“What, Kara?”

“Can I come in?”

Lena didn’t even answer. She began to close the door, only for her movement to be arrested by a single word.

“Please.”

Part of her made her stop. She seethed against it, hated it. She had carved icy knives of vengeance to carve it out herself. Alcohol had failed to drown it and the sharpest logic was dull against it. It was both too hard to crush and too soft to squeeze, this hateful thing that coiled around her heart and made her feel when she had sworn never to feel again.

Kara took a halting step forward. Lena threw out her palm and pressed it into her chests, stopping her.

She shouldn’t have done that. There was something heady and intoxicating in it. Kara froze in place, and Lena could feel her pulse along her collarbones. The pinnacle of alien might, strength so vast that nothing could stand as her equal, and she stopped from Lena’s lightest touch. That was power.

“What do you want?”

“Just to talk.”

“I’ve heard your apologies. Don’t waste my time unless you have some new material.”

Kara licked her lips. “Maybe.”

They couldn’t stay like this. Resting a hand on her chest had too many possibilities. Touching her had too many implications. It would be so easy to let the soft thing win and bring her hand up and hold her palm to that soft cheek and seek to balm those tears, make it better, care.

She let herself remember that Kara’s pain was a shoeld for Supergirl’s judging wrath and pulled back, but she didn’t close the door. Kara did as she slipped inside.

Thee was a heavy pause of silence, where Kara just breathed, soft and ragged.

“Why are you here?” said Lena.

“I needed to see you. I needed to know you’re safe.”

“Nightmares?”

“Worse,” said Kara. “It was so much worse.”

The agony in her voice shook Lena.

Forcing herself to composure, she poured another three fingers of single malt and flipped into her chair, extending neither drink nor invitation to Kara. The drink was a bad idea. It was dangerous. The smokey, hazy heat of it burned the soft bitter taste of regret from her teeth. Lena didn’t look at her.

“It was the imp.”

“Excuse me?”

“It calls itself Mxy. It says it’s from the fifth dimension but I have no idea if that’s true or not. All I know is that it has vast powers, even godlike. The last time it… it tried to force me to marry it.”

Lena knew what darkness in her birthed the hot rage in her gut, the possessive jealous fury that welled within her at those worse. This thing, how dare he.

She took a drink.

“It… he came to me tonight and said he wanted to make amends. He offered to let me change the past. I could fix whatever I wanted.”

“Hmm. Must have been a trick,” said Lena. “Let me guess, restoring Krypton had some ironic Twilight Zone twist.”

Kara blanched, blinking. “No, I… I didn’t even think of that. I asked him to help me fix us.”

There is no us, Lena began to say, but the words died on her tongue. She washed the taste away.

Something in her twisted, a cold shiver like a water dumped over her head. She knew Kara’s bullshit super senses would pick up on it and steeled herself.

Rubbing her arms, Kara paced.

“I tried telling you at different times, so you’d hear it from me and not Lex or someone else.”

“What happened?” Lena said, trying to look more interested in her whisky than the answer.

It was purely an intellectual curiosity, she told herself.

“You died,” Kara said, blunt. “You died every time.”

“How?”

Every which way. Reign killed you five or six times. Mercy blew your brains out all over my chest. Lex… Lex could be creative. Poison, blades, fire once. He was fond of sadistic choices and clever tortures. Say, use red wavelengths to negate my powers and set up a sadistic challenge I could never pass, that sort of thing. It got so bad I stupidly wished I’d never met you.”

Her voice was ragged, breathing uneven. Fresh tears glittered on her cheeks and Lena felt herself lunge, start to stand. Kara’s pain called out to something in her, something beyond the physical or even the emotional. It was like something in Lena’s soul yearned to stop that terrible pain.

“The worst was when you drowned. Almost.”

Lena looked away, swirled her drink.

“Sounds like you kept trying.”

“I did. The timeline where we never met was one of the worst. I wasn’t there when your chopper crashed. Your mother… you tried to kill me and I couldn’t even fight back.”

“Is this where we segue into the ‘I would never hurt you’ lecture?”

“No. I did hurt you. I deserve your hate. If someone else did to you what I did, I’d snap their neck.”

Lena flinched. There was something cold in that admission, something brutal and beyond even Supergirl. Raw.

None of her rules matter for me.

A tiny voice in that darkness whispered to her: And if some poor bastard locked her in a Kryptonite cage the way you did, they’d be begging you for death. They’d know you’re a Luthor.

Lena shuddered.

“What do you do?”

“I kept trying. I thought… I felt… I had to keep trying.”

“Well, you gave up and came here eventually. You…”

Kara swallowed hard. “It thought it worked, finally. I picked the night I reached you from Corben. Remember that?”

“I remember,” Lena said, hesitant.

Kara Danvers believes in you.

“I told you when you asked me why I saved you. I took you home, made sure you were safe. Life went on. These… these timelines or whatever they were, Lena, they were real. I lived them. That one was, it was…”

“What?”

“A few days later after things calmed down we went to lunch. We were just chatting about something unimportant and you looked at me and our eyes met and it was like…”

Kara looked away from her, wrapping her arms around herself the way she did, not a smug Supergirl pose but a woman shielding her heart from the world that clawed at it.

“When I first arrived on Earth there was a night where my powers had just kicked in and I looked at the sky. I could see more than stars. There was an aurora that was invisible to humans. I could see invisible lines of energy crackling between the stars, the cosmic background radiation shimmering on the dark. Can you imagine that? I can see the remnants of the Big Bang when I stargaze.”

Lena’s had trembled, the dregs of her booze shaking in the bottom of the glass.

“It was like that,” said Kara. “I knew I’d never be the same. I was staring at you like a big goof and you just stopped talking and stared back. I blurted out ‘is this a date?’”

Lena clutched the glass so she wouldn’t drop it and forced the tears back with all her might, but she was weak. Always weak.

“I take it I said yes,” she managed to say, voice quivering.

“We got married three years later. Lori was born a year after that.”

“Kara,” Lena began.

“Then it happened.”

“Kara, shut up.”

“Kalibak killed you. My sister. My little girl. My everything.”

Lena hurled the glass and Kara snatched it from the air in a superhuman blur. Lena was already on her feet, stabbing an accusing finger.

“So what?” Lena demanded. “We’re star-crossed lovers, now? Is this your ploy to fix it? Make me realize how in love we are? It’s a sick joke, Kara.”

“I know I can’t fix it,” said Kara. “I don’t want to.”

Lena blinked, her rage momentarily cooled. “What?”

“I would rather live in a world where you hate me as long as you’re still in it.”

“Kara,” Lena said.

“We are star-crossed. I don’t know want I did to deserve this but I can’t fix it. There was never a right time to tell you. It was doomed from the start. I’m here to tell you to let me go, Lena.”

She blinked. “What?”

“I know about Non Nocere. I know what you’re trying to do. I’m here to ask you to stop. Please. Don’t do this. Don’t ruin you life over me.”

“Why couldn’t you just save me and leave?” Lena demanded. “That’s what everyone else gets. A quick rescue and a wave and a wink and you’re gone. Why did you have to drag yourself through my life and wreck everything?”

“I tried that.”

Lena screamed, bellowed at the top of her lungs.

“So what? So fucking what, Kara?”

Kara just stood there.

“I don’t know. I just… I just had to see… all I want is for you to be safe.”

Lena turned away from her.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry,” Kara choked out, behind her. “I did go back to Krypton one time. I told him I wanted to stay and die with my world, that it was the only way.”

“Let me guess, you did that and…”

“Car accident.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Lena cried. “You have to be kidding me.”

“He made me watch. Not just you, everyone else that died because there was no Supergirl. I… I think I’m in Hell.”

Lena blinked. She turned slowly. A memory came flooding back to her from another time, a closed casket in a small Irish church with Lionel Luthor lurking, waiting for her with an entourage. She’d asked the priest in her precious child voice, am I in Hell, Father?

A sob forced itself out of her. She let herself look at Kara, standing there bedraggled and teary eyed in rumpled Hello Kitty pajamas and felt sick, like she’d swallowed a belly full of rancid oil. All she could see was the hurting, and she wondered if that was it, if this pain was the source of the unbreakable quantum entanglement that had dragged this alien being across a gulf of stars to fuck up her life.

Or save it.

“Kara,” Lena whispered. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I dragged you into my life.”

“I’m not,” Kara whispered. “It was a gift, every minute of it. I wouldn’t trade a single moment for anything. Even the ones that didn’t happen.”

“What the hell do we do?” said Lena.

“I leave. I keep saving you. You find someone else, live your life, be happy. I do everything I can to keep you in this world and watch you grow old. That’s it. I should go.”

Kara turned and Lena screamed, balling her fists.

“Don’t you fucking dare leave this penthouse, Kara Danvers.”

Kara froze.

“I went back.”

“Went back to what?” said Kara.

“I went back to let you out of the Kryptonite cage. I couldn’t stop thinking of you lying on that cold floor in pain so I had to go back, but you weren’t there. I… I… I don’t know what I’m doing. I want to stop this but I just keep going and I don’t know what to fucking do anymore. I’m so lost.”

Kara’s shoulders slumped.

“I would take it back if I could.”

Kara turned back to her.

“You don’t have to.”

Lena backed away, unable to look at her. Kara crossed the gap in seconds and tenderly rested her hands on Lena’s arms.

“I’m sorry. I mean it. I am truly sorry from the depths of my soul. I would fix this if I could.”

“I’m sorry I hurt you,” said Lena. “It makes my soul hurt, and I don’t believe in souls.”

Lena pulled her in, clinging to her as if she might disappear. Kara was tentative, testing with every movement.

God, they had a daughter. A child! Lena could imagine, almost see… what had she done?

“It’s going to be okay,” Kara said. “I think this is what I was supposed to learn.”

“What?”

“To own my mistakes, and if I don’t want you to be a villain, I shouldn’t treat you like one.”

“I’m so tired.”

“I should go home and let you rest. This is a lot, I know, and it’s late. I…”

Kara trailed off, and Lena looked up at her. Their eyes met, and Lena… knew.

“Will you come back?” said Lena.

“Always.”

[biblomaniac]

Lena’s late.

In her defense, the conference call with Japan had been rescheduled twice and they were ready to pull out of the project if she didn’t speak with them directly.

So, Lena’s late to Al’s for the groups weekly hang out. She ended up coming straight from the office. She is definitely overdressed for the bar, clad in black red bottoms, a tight forrest green pencil skirt, a white silk blouse patterned with black triangles, and a matching green waistcoat. Her hair had been set loose from its tight bun two hours into the four hour conference call, leaving her inky black locks wavy.

Arriving at the bar, Lena thanks Frank as he opens the door for her.

“Thank you, Frank. You can have the rest of the night off, I will probably end up going to Kara’s after.”

“Thank you, Ms. Luthor. I will go home, but I’ll keep my cell on. I’d prefer for you to call me if you need a ride.”

Lena rolls her eyes good-naturedly, used to Franks protests of her finding other transportation.

“Good night, Frank.”

“Good night, Ms. Luthor. Have fun.” Frank tips his hat, waiting for his boss to enter the bar before returning to the drivers side and heading off.

**********

Lena enters the familiar building. It’s outside is rather unremarkable at first glance, which it should be for a business trying to keep a low profile.

Since the CEO has become a regular customer at Al’s, the general population has accepted her presence, or at least ignore it in favor of avoiding Kara’s wrath.

Lena navigates her way to the back, looking for any familiar faces on her way to their regular table. She doesn’t find any, but she does hears Kara’s characteristic voice calling her name.

“Lena! Over here,” she calls, waving her hand obnoxiously in the air. Kara is smiling profusely, perfect white teeth on display and cheeks a rosy hue.

“Stop that! You’re making a scene,” Alex scolds, trying and failing to pull Kara’s hand from the air. Kara ignores her sisters protesting, only ceasing her actions when Lena is near enough to grab.

Just as Lena starts to address the table, Kara pulls her in for a tight hug. One arm surrounds Lena’s back while the other pulls Lena in by the shoulders. The greeting is rather enthusiastic, even for the alien equivalent of a golden retriever.

“Lena! Hi! What took you so long?”

Lena is caught mildly off guard, but returns the hug anyway.

“Hi, darling. I got caught up in the office. Are you having fun?” Lena questions before releasing Kara.

“Yes! Nia got me shots of Aldebaran Rum to ‘loosen me up’, and she made Brainy try Xenorian beer. It tastes like smoked cotton candy!” Kara shares happily, entertwining her hand with Lena’s before the brunette can stray too far.

“Shots? How many have you had?”

“Three! Wait—maybe four. And a couple of those beers. They were really sweet!”

Interesting.

“Hey, Kara, why don’t you go get me a whiskey? Take my card and start a tab for the table.” Lena hands over her Platinum American Express card. She figures giving Kara and errand to run will allow her a few minutes to get to the bottom of what’s going on here.

“Okay! I’ll be right back,” Kara exclaims happily, pressing a kiss to Lena cheek before heading to the bar.

Read the rest on AO3 😉❤️

[lovedaisy02]

Walks up to the mic nervously: ahem. I am a supercorp shipper and I love Mon El

[fazedlight]

Supercorp Fanfic Bingo

I was thinking about tropes I like writing vs. tropes I like reading (which, there isn't 100% overlap!) and came up with this.

[thatonebirdwrites]

Should I be working on finishing the Supergirl Mayhem fic? Yes. Did I finish all the art I was assigned? Also Yes. Do I feel like I should write this chapter as a little treat for having only three more scenes left in the mayhem fic? Also yes. So here we go. A chill chapter about cleansing magic. Truces, and maybe allowing healing and forgiveness to sprout its roots. The next chapter will be Kara and Lena's first date! (Finally! it kept getting postponed.)

EXCERPT:

Lena rises before dawn, prepares her corporate armor, and heads to her full-time job as CEO of L-Corp. Today’s agenda includes three meetings, an hour of lab time, a brief lunch, and a visit to Florence in late afternoon. 

It’s the visit with Florence that troubles her the most. The exposure to the strange artifact gave her unsettling dreams, and she woke in a cold sweat after a particularly gruesome one. In that dream, she’d had no control over her body, and could only watch in horror as another person used her body and golden energy to harm all she loved.

Kara had woken too, or maybe she’d never actually slept. Lena recalled how Kara admitted to not really needing it. Either way, she’d helped calm Lena down by counting breaths with her until Lena’s heart slowed, and her vision no longer swam.

“You feeling better?” Kara gently brushes hair from Lena’s face. It’s moments like this, when she’s feeling vulnerable and shaken, that Kara’s touch turns extra careful. She’s always so careful with Lena, her affection so measured, and now Lena can see it’s because of her superpowers.

“A little,” Lena says, quietly. As she shivers from her nightmare, she zeroes in on the uncertainty in Kara’s expression. As if she doesn’t know exactly what to do. Lena is nothing if not perceptive, and focusing on Kara pushes the horror of the dream into a box to peruse later. 

She buries her fingers in Kara’s luxurious locks and scratches the base of Kara’s skull. The feel of Kara’s skin — soft and yet not — grounds her. Kara’s scent is jasmine tonight, likely because of Lena’s own conditioner since Kara’s had been out of hers. It’s something she noticed the first time Kara invited her over — how Kara prefers little to no scents unless it’s jasmine or sandalwood. Likely due to her sensory issues. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Kara asks. Like she always has. Always willing to give Lena space to share or not share. 

“It’s just a nightmare,” Lena deflects. “Not real.” 

“Nightmares often reflect something that scares us,” Kara replies. “I know for mine it’s about loss of my planet, of those I love. Being trapped in the phantom zone again, being in an enclosed space unable to get out.” 

Lena breathes out a pained breath. It hurts to hear the trauma Kara carries within her. “I dreamed of all of you dying because of me.”

Again Kara’s fingertips are light and soft against her cheeks. “That sounds terrifying. What would help you feel better?”

It’s been a long while since they’d done the poetry sharing tradition. Not since the weeks before Kara’s confession. Lena had been unwilling to keep it up, caught up in her troubling thoughts, going over all their past interactions numerous times until she felt she would go mad, and then the moment of Kara’s death. The moment Lena resurrected her with magic. 

Going back to this tradition feels strange but also comforting. Like an old glove pulled on finally in the midst of biting cold. “Share a poem you’ve read recently.” 

“Are you sure?” Kara looks worried. 

Lena nods. “It helps.” 

[thealieninhiding]

The Balcony

Lena has a charity dinner party for L-Corp on Friday night, in two days time. She wants to ask Kara to be her date and has been trying to ask her out the entire week but Kara is always rushing off for one reason or another. Sometimes Lena worries it’s because of her but Kara is so kind, caring, and attentive that her doubts are easily assuaged in her presence. 

Kara came to Lena’s office in the afternoon to talk about an article she was writing, actually she had made up a reason so she could see Lena, it’s not like they would stick to that topic anyway. While they chat Lena is working up the courage to ask Kara directly this time. It wasn't the first ‘date’ she had asked Kara on and yet Kara acted as though they were just friendly lunches or dinners no matter how forward Lena thought she was in asking no matter how intimate the setting or romantic the evening she always acted like it was nothing special. She seemed to view them as just friends, and yet she never declined and she flirted back - didn’t she? 

Lena begins her question “I have an L-Corp charity event on Friday night…” but Kara hears a siren and interrupts to make an excuse to leave and is halfway out the door when Lena unwilling to let this moment pass blurts out a little too quickly “wouldyoubemydatetothisdinner”. Blushing, embarrassed at the outburst she is completely stunned when Kara says with a cheeky smile and a wink “I would love to, text me the details and I will meet you there, it’s a date”

Kara leaves the L-Corp building and takes off flying vaguely in the direction of the siren but keeps on flying in a daze, distracted thinking about Lena, about how she has hid her identity as Supergirl and her feelings for her for too long. Lena, beautiful inside and out, Kara knows she has to come clean. Eventually she realizes she has flown all the way around the earth and is right back at L-Corp. Hours have passed since Kara left - it's now after 9pm but Lena is still there, still working. Kara can’t wait any longer. She lands on the balcony, determined to tell Lena everything, who she is and how in love with her she is.

In Kara’s absence Lena managed to convince herself that Kara thinks this is yet another dinner date with a friend like every other time she asked Kara out and thought she was clear but Kara still didn’t ‘get it’. What did she have to do to get Kara to notice she wants more? Scream FUCK ME KARA, I WANT YOU INSIDE OF ME? 

Lena hears Supergirl call her name from the balcony. The distressing thoughts she had been busy trying to avoid that had yet again resurfaced were quieted, her mind calmed by Supergirl’s voice. Lena didn’t know why Supergirl had that effect on her, sure she was attractive, powerful, kind, actually she reminded her of Kara in many ways but more confident and somewhat aloof - Lena always felt like she was a Luthor first when talking to Supergirl though their working relationship had been good.

Kara standing on the balcony watches as Lena gets up from her desk and walks over to the door. She has it all worked out, the words rehearsed hundreds of times over the past several months, but she is terrified. Terrified that Lena will feel betrayed, that she won’t want to be friends with her let alone date her. She’s chickened out so many times before, but this time is different. This time she’s going to do it. Kara holds her glasses in her right hand waiting for Lena on the far side of the balcony. 

Lena approaches Supergirl. She is just about to ask what she wanted, thinking it was perhaps for a mission or something, when Supergirl starts to put on a pair of glasses. Suddenly the scales fell from her eyes, Supergirl didn’t just REMIND her of Kara SHE WAS KARA. 

“Lena I…” Kara starts to explain the deception but is cut off by Lena “I understand” in a heartbreaking tone. “No I don’t think you do” this time she holds up her hand when Lena starts to speak again “I love you Lena, I am in love with you. I’m so sorry I kept everything from you for so long, I was afraid…” At that moment Lena moves her hands to Kara’s face and kisses Kara tenderly on the lips.

Kara melts into the sweet loving kiss and the fire inside her grows as she deepens the kiss. Her left hand makes its way to the brunette’s hair as her right slides down her waist to the belt of Lena’s pants. Lena starts to moan softly into Kara’s mouth, her own hands moving down to unbutton her top, she then grabs Kara’s left hand and moves it to her breast desperate for Kara to touch her. 

Kara loudly moans when her hand touches Lena’s bra, it’s as wonderful as she had always imagined. So taken aback by how fast they were moving  she stops fumbling with Lena’s belt and breaks their kiss needing to catch her breath. Lena lets out a quiet whimper wanting Kara back immediately but she then notices how the blonde is looking at her chest, with eyes so wide and full of hunger. “Do what you want with them” Lena purrs seductively but unable to stop herself she adds  “please Kara” in a tone she felt was much too pathetic.

Kara doesn’t need to be told twice, her hands moving at superspeed, too enthusiastic at the idea to control herself; she removes Lena’s shirt and bra. She stood stunned for a moment taking in the brunette’s now exposed breasts. She had always stopped herself from using her x-ray vision to see them - it was too much of an invasion - but every chance she got to glance at, or rather stare at, them she took. Kara, now able to see them in their full glory, had never wanted to touch something more, never wanted something in her mouth so badly. She licks her lips as she moves back towards Lena picking her up and moving her so her back up was against the wall, a little more forceful than she meant but Lena’s moan of pleasure reassured her. Kara takes one boob in her right hand and the other in her mouth.

Lena gasps as she feels Kara tongue swirling around one of her nipples and her finger rolling the other. It’s been so long, she had imagined this moment so many times, she had so many dreams, pretended so many times. This, this was everything. 

Lena grasps at blonde hair pulling at it, Kara responds with a soft bite. Lena gasps out “FUUUUUCK”

Lena can feel wetness pooling in her panties, she lets go of Kara’s hair to remove her own belt. Kara getting the hint moves downward leaving a trail of marks down Lena’s body, sucking and lightly biting her way lower as she gets on her knees in front of Lena and pulls her pants and panties both down in one motion. Lena cries out as Kara puts her open mouth on her already swollen clit, as Kara starts to move her tongue Lena can already barely contain herself. Her legs start to shake. Kara takes both Lena’s hands in hers to reassure her. Lena can’t hold on any longer, she comes with a silent prayer to a god she isn’t sure she believes in that this isn’t a dream.

Riding out the waves of ecstasy Lena begins to tear up and as Kara stands and she pulls her pants up Lena starts sobbing so completely overwhelmed by everything. Without a word Kara embraces her and just silently holds her until Lena says “I love you too”

[super-hero-confessions]

[thatonebirdwrites]

Kara stared at the post about the golden potato. Will it really bring her luck? Should she repost it? She doesn't know exactly how luck works on the planet Earth.

Krypton's superstitions were looked down upon, but that didn't sop them from existing. Like the pouring a handful sand in front and behind before a long journey to ensure safe travels. Or the prayer to Rao each time a rainbow was sighted, since rainbows spelled good fortune. Rain had been sparse on most of Krypton, since a lot of it was desert.

Or Kara's favorite involved a visit to Crystal Mountain, and those pure of heart would mine a crystal for luck. Kara, because of the fact she'd lied about her identity, felt she wasn't pure of heart enough for that luck activity. But the golden potato? She chewed on her thumb and considered. She really needed luck right now. Lena had been poisoned, and Kara barely got her to Alex in time to save her.

Except, Lena had been partially conscious for the flight, and guessed Kara had taken her. For once, Kara didn't lie. She didn't dispute it. Instead, she had sat down, looked at Lena in anguish, and said, "You were poisoned. Gosh, you almost died. I barely got you there in time. Are you sure you're okay?" Lena's response was to stare at her and stare at her some more, until Kara was so uncomfortable that she was tempted to fly out the window right there in her civilian clothes. James had tried to come up with some explanation, but Lena had ignored him as if he didn't exist in the room. "I think," Lena said, carefully, "that I should go rest before I deal with the poisoning. Kara, will you be so kind as to take me home?" So Kara did that. As in, she swapped to her supersuit and just flew Lena home because that was what she meant, right? Lena clung to her with her eyes tightly closed, and the moment they landed on her loft's balcony, Lena staggered away, her face pale.

"Not quite what I meant, but thank you." She swiped her thumb over the keypad, and stumbled again. Kara caught her arm and helped her to the nearest resting spot - the living room. Lena collapsed onto her sofa, pale as a ghost. "Cold still," she muttered. Kara supersped into her bedroom and deposited the comforter on Lena, tucking it around her. Lena's eyes widened, and she stared at Kara again. Kara's response was a stammered mess, "Lena, please, please don't be angry or hate me. I just -- at first I wasn't allowed to tell anyone. I have to hide my heritage. And they - they make everyone sign NDAs and - and I didn't know how to tell you. Oh, golly, Alex will be so mad, bu you deserve to know! You more than anyone!"

Kara had to refrain her urge to pace, so instead wrung her hands and fought back an urge to cry. She couldn't lose Lena. She mattered far too much to Kara.

Lena's eyes narrowed. "I see. Kara, I need a day or so. If you would be so kind to bring me wine, a cup of water, and my facial wipes in the bathroom, I'd like to just rest for a bit." Kara nodded. In her anxiety, she used superspeed again. Why hide it if Lena knew now? Gathered the items along with a few of Lena's fruits in a bowl on the table by the sofa. She lingered for a moment, wondering if there was something else she should say. Lena sighed and pointed to the door. "Please Kara." She nodded. "Okay," her voice weak and scared. "I - I'll always be here for you, you know? Always." That got the stare again. No smile, no sign of comfort, just another intense stare. Kara took her leave then, and flew home in anguish. It had been two days and 7 hours since then. Kara wasn't sure what Lena's response meant. Was she angry? Upset? What if Lena hated her now? Could the golden potato save her from such a fate? Would it give Kara luck? Give her the courage to talk it through somehow and reconcile with Lena?

Kara decided it couldn't hurt. She needed all the luck right now. Not only for her and Lena's friendship -- please don't let this break it! -- but also to figure out who was trying to kill Lena again. Why couldn't the world leave Lena alone? She deserved to live in peace without someone trying to kill her quarterly!

Kara hit repost, closed her eyes, and honed in on Lena's heartbeat. It was a steady beat of someone asleep, and it brought Kara only a fraction of its usual comfort.

...oOo...

Alex: Kara, why did you post a golden potato? You do know that's just a scam and not real?

Kara: You don't know that! It might just bring luck! I can't risk it. We need all the luck we can get.

Alex: ... is this a superstition of yours? Like from your... you know?

Kara: There's no equivalent really. But I believe in the golden potato! It's going to work.

Alex: what do you need it to work for? What's going on?

Kara: Nothing.

Alex: Right. You only say that when something happened. Spill it.

Kara: Nothing! I'm just waiting on an answer from Lena. Besides, don't you think the golden potato is kind of cute looking?

Kara: I mean, it's gold right? do potatoes come in gold? Are they made from gold? Can humans eat gold? I did a search and there was this article about rich people sprinkling gold flakes on their food. I thought metals were poisonous to humans? Is that not true? I wonder what gold even tastes like. Maybe I should sprinkle gold flakes on my donuts!

Alex: I don't even know how to respond to that.

...oOo...

Lena: We should talk. Or do I just call your name like I do with Supergirl?

Kara: omg, Lena, yes! we should! Either works, I'll be right there!

Lena: Wait, I meant we should plan -- and there you are

...oOo...

Kara didn't really think it through when she got the text. She flew immediately to where she heard Lena's heartbeat, which happened to be the balcony of her loft. It was late in the day, and she hadn't seen Lena at work, which made sense since she almost died.

Relief that Lena had taken at least a few days rest.

But, well, whoops. Maybe she should have asked when and where to meet first. Is it intrusive to listen in on her best friend's heartbeat? Then fly to her location based on it? Well, it was done now. Lena was looking up at her, while Kara floated above the balcony.

She hoped that golden potato ramped up her luck today. Because she really didn't want this to be a bad conversation. She desperately did not want to lose Lena. Just the thought of it had her close to a panic.

She dropped onto the balcony and tugged on her cape. "Uh, so, here I am?"

Lena leaned against the railing, her hair in soft waves down her back, and she wore a red robe over her sleep clothes. "Yes, I suppose you are here." She sighed and looked down toward the street. "You saved my life again."

"I always will. As long as I breathe."

"I see that." Lena rubbed her finger along the metal railing. "I admit, I had a suspicion you two were the same person, but I wanted to hear it from you. Were you ever going to tell me?"

"Yes. I couldn't figure out when. And technically I'm not supposed to be telling anyone. But I just- you almost died!" Kara couldn't keep the fear and anguish from her voice. She stepped toward Lena, one hand outstretched, but then she grabbed the railing instead, uncertain if Lena even wanted her touch. "I - I had to use ice breath to induce hypothermia. Otherwise, no - I won't even consider it. You aren't allowed to die on me. Nope, I won't let that ever happen."

Lena looked up at her and a small smile teased her lips. "I see." For several minutes, she only studied Kara, as if weighing something in her head.

Kara held her breath in a desperate hope.

Finally, she straightened and held out her hand. "So, let's start over. I'm Lena Luthor. And you are?"

Kara let out her breath in a gust of cold air, confused. "Um. You know me...?"

Lena rolled her eyes. "Humor me. Tell me your true name and whatever you feel comfortable saying about your past."

"Oh! Oh, gotcha." Kara grasped Lena's hand and tried not to crush it in her excitement. "I'm Kara Zor-El Danvers. I did take my adopted family's last name. But Zor-El is my actual family name. I'm from Krypton. Or was. It's -- it's not there anymore. I - I saw it explode as my pod was leaving. I was thirteen. Sent to care for my baby cousin, except I got stuck in the phantom Zone when I was knocked off course. Time doesn't exist there. Found out twenty-four years had passed when I got out, but I was still thirteen and my cousin was no longer a baby. And no longer needed me, and so I got dumped on the Danvers, but I wasn't allowed to talk about Krypton. I had to stay a secret, and the powers came suddenly and overwhelming. It was awful at first, no one spoke my language, and I struggled with learning English. Alex hated at first, and I was probably awful at the time. Being a teenager, thrown into a new culture, grieving an entire planet..."

Kara realized she was rambling in her anxiety. Whoops.

She looked down, embarrassed. "And here I am telling you my life story, and did you want to know all this? is it okay? Am I being too much?"

Lena stared at her again, her hand still gripping Kara's. "Wait, your planet exploded? And you were trapped somewhere for twenty-four years?"

"Yeah." Kara's shoulders drooped. "Reliving the death of my people. Like I said, time doesn't exist there. I was thirteen the entire time. But well, the universe keeps moving forward despite it. I don't know for sure why my pod fixed itself and finally came to earth. Well, I have theories, but we'll probably never know."

"I'm sorry, Kara." The sympathy in her voice hit Kara hard, and all the grief that Kara still had rumbled to the surface. She didn't realize she was crying until Lena stepped forward and wrapped her in a hug. "Hey, hey, I'm sorry." She rubbed circles into Kara's back.

Kara clung to her, and for the first time in a long while, cried about the loss of her people. The loss still left a massive hole in Kara, and some days she wondered why she was and Kal were allowed to live but no one else. Had anyone else escaped? Kara hadn't found any proof of it. And it hurt. It's why she tried so hard to save everyone, to cling to those she loved out of fear of loss.

Her sobs slowly quieted. "I'm sorry," Kara pulled away and rubbed her eyes. She felt a rush of shame. "Breaking down over something long gone."

"It's okay. Grief doesn't just go away," Lena said, gently. She rubbed her thumb over Kara's cheek. "I still cry over my birth mother's death. She died when I was four. Not at all the same, but..."

"But it still hurts?" Kara whispered.

Lena nodded. "Grief works in strange ways," she said, quietly. "It comes and goes like the tides."

"Yeah, yeah, that's a good way to describe it." Kara managed a small smile, her voice still shaky from the adrenaline of flying and crying. "Thank you for - for letting me share that."

Lena nibbled on her bottom lip. "Of course." She tugged on Kara's arm. "Why don't we go instead and eat? There's more I'd like to talk about, if that is okay with you."

"Yeah, of course!" Kara tilted her head to listen to the city, but she couldn't hear anything that might require Supergirl. "I could use some food honestly."

Lena opened the balcony door. "Oh, this explains your endless appetite. You need more calories than a human?"

Kara nodded. "Yeah three times the amount."

"three times?" Lena stared at her again. "Kara, are you even able to eat enough in a day?"

Kara followed Lena inside. "Um. Not always. It's why I'm often eating. It's hard to eat enough at each meal."

Lena frowned. "Maybe I can help with that."

Kara wasn't sure how, but she believed Lena could do it. She could do anything if she put her mind to it. It was one of the many things she loved about Lena.

To her surprise, Lena opened a cupboard in her kitchen, and it was full of all of Kara's favorite snacks. "Oh, oh, Lena, wow, this is amazing. Thank you."

"I started keeping some here just in case." Lena anxiously played with her fingers. "Kara, I just want you to know I will keep your secret. And if you want to talk about Krypton, I will listen."

Kara picked up a bag of chips but froze when she heard those words. The words no one had said to her since she was left with the Danvers. "Wait - wait, you will?" She turned to Lena, tears in her eyes again. "No - no one has ever said that to me. I've had to hide it all. Pretend to be human. Mourn in silence. I - I don't even talk about it much with Alex."

Lena studied her for a long moment. "You don't have to hide from me, Kara. I admit, some of this is selfish. I do have a lot of questions, but I also want you to feel safe with me. Like how you've made me feel safe. And I would like your help as well. To track down who poisoned me. If that is agreeable to you?"

Kara nearly crushed the bag in her hand. She sniffled. She always felt safe around Lena, but to hear those words? "Oh gosh, Lena, I love you."

Oh Rao. She hadn't meant to say that out loud. Her face turned pink.

"I mean..." Except Kara didn't know exactly what she meant, only that it was true. She did love Lena, very much so.

Lena stared at her for a long moment, her expression one of surprise and wonder. Tentatively, she reached out to lightly touch Kara's cheek. Her thumb rubbed against the skin as if to wipe away Kara's tears again. "I - I love you too, you know."

Wow, this was amazing. Kara grinned, unable to stop herself. She felt like she was floating.

Actually, she was floating. Whoops, she dropped back onto her feet.

Alex was so wrong; that golden potato was magic. Its luck giving was legendary. That had to be the reason why this was going so well.

Lena looked amused now. "Do you always float when someone says I love you?"

"Um, only for you," Kara admitted.

Lena's eyebrow rose. "I see." She stepped closer and studied Kara again, that intense look that made Kara wonder if Lena was the one that had x-ray vision not her. "May I kiss you?" She blurted it, and immediately looked anxious, biting her lower lip.

Kiss? Kiss Lena Luthor?

Sure, Kara had woken up from pretty intense dreams about that. But wasn't part of hiding as a human meant living up to social norms? She thought she had to pretend to be straight for that to work. So if she kissed Lena, would it ruin their friendship?

"Are - are you sure its okay?"

Lena's eyebrows rose. "Kara, I asked you." She laughed then. "Why are you asking me if it's okay if I kiss you?"

Kara realized how silly that was, and had no idea what to say in response. So she instead leaned forward and just kissed Lena. A small peck on the lips.

Surprise filtered across Lena's face, but then she kissed back.

And Rao, Kara was so not prepared for how fantastic it felt. She pulled Lena closer, held her tighter. Kara felt like the sun itself poured its rays into her.

Yup, that golden potato's luck was exactly what she had needed.

[natalievoncatte]

Lena knew her pulse was racing, but Kara was either pretending not to notice or too tired to care. They were curled together tightly under the blanket, Kara’s head resting on Lena’s chest, the pair of them curled into each other with a desperate intensity.

An outside observer would see no difference between the way that Nia was tucked and folded neatly into Brainy, his head lolling against hers as they slept on the other side of the couch. Nor would they see any discrepancy between the way Kelly and Alex were stuffed together in the armchair next to it, curled up in one another like a pair of cats tucked in against a cold night.

The outside observer would see three couples who’d begun with a game night and progressed to an unplanned movie marathon and started to crash out and fall asleep, full of wine and mirth and too tired to get home.

One couple wasn’t. One of these pairings was just friends, and the knowledge of it was like a ragged gaping hole in her chest, where something had crushed and torn through her and left a gap that would never be filled.

Lena was terrified.

Alex and Kelly were married now. Nia and Querl were getting very serious. They were going to start building lives.

Kara’s coming out had gone well. She was truly growing into herself in a way that frightened Lena as much as it warmed her heart. The Girl was growing to equal the Super, Kara becoming more and more herself even without the crutch that her suit provided. She was uninhibited, free.

In her secret heart, Lena hated it. In the end, Kara had been right, damn her. The Secret had meant something. They once had a space that was uniquely theirs, where Kara was a person only Lena knew, that not even Alex ever experienced. Yes, the Secret frequently intruded, but in those moments where it hadn’t, where their mutual pining to be normal met and they used it to build a space all their own, the real Kara came out.

That space had been shattered by their falling out but rebuilt stronger, its foundations laid the day that Kara came home from the hell outside the multiverse, the first brick laid when Kara had leaned in as Lena broke their hug and stared at Lena’s lips.

God damn me, Lena thought, why didn’t I make the move? Why didn’t I do it?

The moment was lost.

She looked down at Kara now, purring away on her chest. Kara had begun embracing her alien self, slowly stripping away all the ablative secrets that she’d layered onto herself to pass for human. Lena was delighted to discover that Kara could do that; that if she relaxed it would happen on its own. It made Lena contented and sleepy, especially when they were close in like this.

God, she was so beautiful. Lena had never laid eyes on Kara’s equal and never would, and when she walked tall and smiled and flashed her easy, invulnerable confidence, the sight of her was almost unbearable. Looking at Kara left marks on Lena’s heart the way that looking at the sun left burnt streaks in her vision.

Fear, cold and merciless, clenched in her chest. One day it would happen. Someone would succeed where James and William had failed and Mon-El had come so close. They’d snatch her away and Kara would throw herself into it with abandon and Lena would lose her.

Lena pressed her eyes shut to fight back tears. She willed herself not to mourn a loss before its time, to savor the soft weight propped on her chest and the tangy scent of Kara’s skin but she couldn’t help herself.

“Lena?” Kara whispered.

With all the guilt of a thief found red-handed, Lena froze, her mouth dry.

“What’s wrong?”

Lena glanced around the room. The others were all sleeping soundly, passed out in each others arms. Lena wondered what that was like, to sleep with the joyful comfort of assurance that they would not wake alone, that the others would stay.

“Nothing,” Lena lied.

Kara knew. In the dark, her blue eyes seemed to emit a faint light, another peculiarity of Kryptonian physiology that Lena honestly just hadn’t noticed before The Secret was revealed.

Kara turned slightly, shifted, and tucked the blanket in close, wrapped tightly round them. It was chilly in her loft and Kara was like a living furnace, warming Lena’s cold bones. When Kara slipped a hand free, her skin was fever hot on Lena’s cheek. She leaned into the touch, greedy for it.

“It’s okay,” Kara murmured. “Nobody’s gonna get you while I’m here.”

Lena smiled sadly. Kara knew about the night terrors, about her fears and how she sometimes hated the dark, because the barriers of their friendship, the walls that defined it, were so bent and strained that they’d never return to shape, even as they refused to yield.

“That’s not what I’m scared of. I’m scared of when someone gets you.”

Kara blinked.

“Sooner or later you won’t have as much time for your best friend. You’ll find someone else.”

“Why would I want someone else?” Kara said, almost too loud. “I want you.”

Oh God, that hurt so much. It made the frayed edges of that hole in her ache, at once raw and fresh and old and desiccated. She couldn’t go on like this. Why did Kara say things like that?”

“Were you going to kiss me the night we got you back?”

Kara flinched, and now she looked the thief.

They were both silent. Kara stared.

“I was scared to. We’d only just… I was afraid everything would break.”

Lena swallowed hard.

“Kara, what the hell are you waiting for?”

She blinked a few times more, a storm of emotions clouding her angelic features. She flushed, eyes wide, and was looking directly, openly at Lena’s lips.

She tasted like cherry lip balm and red wine. Kara’s kisses were like Kara herself, ardent and gentle in equal measure, the chaste softness of pressed lips smoldering with the same alien fire that burned under her lushly warm skin. Lena moaned softly, and that from little more than a soft peck on the lips.

She was an addict who’d just tasted the ambrosia of her dreams and her head was spinning. In an instant everything had changed, though Kara had barely moved. There was something new in the way Kara’s arms snaked around her. A slight shift and Kara touched her forehead to Lena’s before kissing her again, deeply this time. Lena let her eyes drift shut and savored it.

“I. Am not. Going. Anywhere.”

There was a heavy, almost oppressive silence. A sob of relief choked out of Lena and she hugged Kara fiercely, freely, joyfully free to crush herself against her unbreakable love.

“I mean,” Alex said, “you could move to the bedroom. I think we’d all prefer that.”

Lena almost jumped out of her skin. Kara let out an equally surprised yelp, as they both realized that everyone else was awake and watching them get lost in each other.

Lena cleared her throat. Kara sat up. She was beet red, and Lena was sure she was, too.

“Guys,” said Kara. “Get out.”

[biblomaniac]

Warm.

Lena felt almost uncomfortably warm, body nearly sticking to the cotton sheets she was in. The position she found herself in was familiar, Kara wrapped comfortably around her back, arm thrown carelessly over her waist.

However, despite waking up in a familiar bed, in a familiar position, something was drastically different. She was naked. Naked. With Karas arm across her waist and hand spread protectively over her stomach. What. The. Fuck.

She lifted the duvet carefully, trying to assure herself this could absolutely not be happening. Yet, lo and behold, she was indeed without clothes, and so it seemed was Kara.

Panic consumed Lena’s groggy mind. Her body tensed, all thoughts of warmth and comfort replaced by fear. She prepared to leave, deciding it would be best to get up quickly, but that plan failed almost instantly.

It seemed that even in sleep, the blonde was very aware of her surroundings. She was intent on keeping Lena in the bed with her. The hand on her stomach pulled her body back into the hard plane of Kara’s midsection.

Dear God. This is not going well.

Lena doesn’t move, staying stock still as she waits for Kara’s breathing to settle back into a gentle rhythm before trying to escape again. This time, she scoots slowly out of the bed, replacing herself with the pillow she laid on last night.

This time, she’s successful, managing to tiptoe away from the bed, watching as Kara frowns into the pillow she now clutches. A moment goes by, Lena watching in anticipation as Kara relaxes back into the bed, inhaling the scent of the pillow.

Whew. Close one.

Making her way past the curtain that divides Kara’s bedroom and living room, Lena manages to locate most of her clothes from the night before, sans her underwear. The panicked brunette pulls what she can find on quickly, grabbing her dead phone and heels left sitting haphazardly by the door before exiting the apartment. Once in the elevator, Lena rubs at her throbbing forehead, eyes pressed tightly together with only one thought coursing through her mind,

What have I done?

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Cold.

There was a calming warmth next to her body last night that is absent when she awakes. Kara reaches her hand out, feeling the cool sheets on the empty side of the bed instead of a snuggly Lena.

She frowns, opening her eyes and searching for her companion. She scans the bedroom, empty; turns on her x-ray vision to see into the kitchen, empty; and spreads her hearing to the bathroom, empty.

Kara throws off the sheets, emerging from her room to look in the living room, seeing every trace of Lena missing. Her heart aches, thinking that Lena would leave so soon after what they’d done last night. Her thoughts spiral, quickly becoming negative. She tries to think logically, reasoning what she knows about her paramour with her actions last night and this morning.

Maybe last night wasn’t good for her.

But Lena would’ve said something in the moment, right?

I guess I’m not what she wants.

But Lena wouldn’t have kissed her, had sex with her, fallen asleep with her after if she didn’t feel something in return.

No. Lena’s always busy. Maybe she just had an emergency at L-Corp.

A plausible excuse indeed, yet it saddens Kara to think that last night didn’t mean enough to Lena for her to stay, or at least wake Kara up to say goodbye.

The hero decides that she has to see Lena today, to clarify what last night meant for them. The first order of business is to shower. Kara spends extra time under the water thinking about what to say and do around Lena when she’s sees her. She doesn’t want to come off too strong, or emotional, or too clingy.

Leaving the bathroom, Kara quickly dresses in an olive Henley, black slacks and brown loafers. She searches through her jewelry box for the Figaro link chain Lena bought her for her last birthday. Once the treasured piece is found, Kara exits her apartment, closing the door behind her and setting off to Noonans to grab a late breakfast before searching for Lena.

____________________________

Once at home, the brunette immediately goes to the bathroom, intent on washing the shame of her mistakes away. She sheds her clothes quickly, dropping them into the hamper before turning the water on in the shower. Turning around to grab a rag, Lena catches a glance of her body in the mirror.

Jesus.

Lena’s body was covered in love bites, some red, others purple, and a few already turning green with healing. If Lena hadn’t woken up where she did, she would be concerned about the logistics of how she got all these bruises. Her fair skin has always been prone to bruising, leaving her with one bruise or another at any given time.

The scientist pokes and prods at a few, relieved that they don’t seem to hurt. Honestly, she can’t believe Kara did this. The mild-mannered reporter may be made of steel, but she’s still the sweet, goofy, woman she met years ago in her office.

Lena stares at her reflection until the mirror is too foggy to look in. She gets into the shower, careful of the hot water.

I’m bruised enough as it is. I don’t need to add any burns to the mix.

Overall, her shower is quick, washing her body and hair thoroughly before stumbling through the doorway into her bedroom. Ruffling through the drawers, Lena pulls out a pair of panties and a shirt Kara left behind ages ago but Lena has failed to return. The oversized shirt is comfortable and still vaguely smells of Kara. Once dressed, Lena drops heavily into her bed, shuffling under the covers.

Her eyes water, and she finally gives into the urge to cry.

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After buying a few too many pastries, Kara listens for Lena’s heart, finding it in the CEOs own apartment, but beating just a tad too fast. Kara zones in, making sure that Lena is okay. The lub-dub of the brunettes heart is quick, not in fear or distress, but in anxiety.

Kara forgoes the walk across town she planned to take, choosing to find an alley to fly off from instead. As her updated Super-suit materializes from her glasses, Kara wraps her breakfast in her cape, wanting to keep it warm and safe from the wind. It only takes Kara half a minute to reach Lena’s balcony across town. She touches down gently, deactivating her Super-suit while using her handprint to unlock the balcony door.

“Lena?” Kara calls, wanting to announce her presence.

There is no response.

Moving into the spacious living space, Kara sets the pastries on a tray in the oven to keep warm, more than familiar with the layout of Lena’s home after years of friendship.

She makes her way into her best friend’s bedroom, wanting to talk to Lena about their night together. When she knocks on the door, she receives no response.

“Lena? It’s me, Kara. Your, your best friend. Can I come in?” She receives no response.

“Lena? I know you’re in there. If you don’t say no, I’m going to come in.”

Kara waits for a no, but when she hears nothing through the door but sniffles, she enters the room. She immediately spies Lena under the covers, trembling softly. The blonde sits on the bed, pulling the covers back slowly, only for Lena to hide her face in her arms.

“Lee, what’s wrong?” she questions.

Lena only cries harder, soft sniffles devolving into full blown sobbing.

“Oh, Lee. C’mere,” Kara lifts Lena’s body to lay in her lap, cradling her close. One hands rubs Lena’s spine, noting the shirt she’s been missing for months, while the other cards through inky black hair.

Lena presses her face into a toned stomach, hiding her obvious tears from Kara.

“Why are you here?” she cries. Lena was convinced their relationship would be ruined. It makes no sense that Kara would be here, consoling her so sweetly after last night.

“What do you mean? I came to talk. I woke up and you were already gone,” Kara says. She’s embarrassed to have to explain further, but Lena’s reaction is confounding.

“I’m sorry, Lena. If it wasn’t good, or I did something you didn’t like, you can tell me. I would never want to ruin our friendship over something as trivial as—as sex.” she stutters.

The brunette releases a strangled sound, moving away from Kara’s lap. She sits among the island of pillows on the bed, arms circling her legs as if to protect herself from the self-imposed onslaught of emotion.

“Trivial?” she questions, fear and anxiety turning into a spark of anger.

“Ye—yeah? It’s just sex, if you want it to be. I would never let that ruin our friendship. You mean more to me than that.” Kara tries to explain.

“It’s not, it’s not trivial, Kara! It meant something to me,” Lena says ashamedly, head turning away to stare at the wall.

Kara is more confused now than she was mere moments ago. “So what’s wrong? I don’t understand. Why are you crying if it meant something to you?”

“Because—because everyone leaves after! No one sticks around after they’ve taken what they wanted from me. So I decided to leave, before you could,” Lena explains, voice watery.

“I was never going to leave, Lena. We were in my apartment for Rao’s sake!”

“You know what I mean! No one wants anything from me but my mind, my money, or my body. No one wants the Luthor bastard—“

“Hey! Don’t say that,” Kara starts.

“Why not? It’s true, it always has been.”

Lena looks downright pitiful. Beautiful eyes watery, face wet with tears and lips trembling as she tries to hold in her cries.

“I want you!”

“No you don’t!” Lena denies, voice rising hysterically.

“Lena, I would never use you like that. Is that what you think of me; that I’m some vulture?”

“I don’t know what to think! Everything happened so fast. One minute we were on the couch watching a movie and the next we were together in your bed. What more could you have wanted?” Lena questions hotly.

“You, Lena. Rao, I’ve always wanted you,” the blonde confides.

Lena denies her claim swiftly, harshly wiping her face with the back of her hand, “You don’t mean that.”

“Of course I do, Lee. Why would you sleep with me if you thought it wouldn’t mean anything?”

“I…I was weak. I’ve wanted you for so long. I couldn’t deny the chance to have you, even if knew it would break me the next day.”

Kara reaches for Lena’s arms, pulling them away from her body and towards her own. Using one hand to tilt Lena’s head up, the hero urges Lena to face her.

“Look at me, Lena.”

When emerald eyes meet her own, Kara smiles softly. “I told you last night; I love you. I didn’t lie to you. I love you, with every fiber of my being. You mean the world to me, Lena Luthor.”

Hearing a declaration she’s only dreamed of, the scientist surges forward, intent on kissing Kara as quickly as possible. Kara has to lean back, just enough so that Lena doesn’t crash into into the equivalent of a brick wall. Their kiss was short, but sweeter than pure sugarcane.

“I love you, too. I’m sorry for leaving. I was scared,” Lena says against Kara lips.

Kara pecks her lips once, twice, three times before she replies.

“It’s okay, Lee. I forgive you. I love you so much,” she repeats.

Lena is forming her reply when a loud growl erupts from the aliens stomach. The pair burst in laughter, thankful for the levity Kara’s stomach of steel has brought.

Lena edges off the bed, reaching a hand back to Kara once she stands. “Okay, let’s go feed the monster.”

Kara agrees quickly, grabbing the outstretched hand in her own. They’ve just passed through the doorway into the kitchen when Kara stops walking, pulling Lena back to herself by their connected hands.

“Kar, what—“

Kara cuts Lena off with a kiss. It’s deep and passionate, sweet like candy and right as rain. When Kara disconnects a few moments later, she lays a peck to Lena’s cheek before resuming their trek to the kitchen.

“C’mon, Lee! I’m starving.”

Lena just follows willingly, dazed and in love.

[thatonebirdwrites]

Folks liked this fic so much that I was inspired to write more. I edited this and threw it up for folks to enjoy. This takes place before Kara and Lena work together on Kara's research (before the trip to Kanzia). I have two other chapters sort of written that will wrap up Season 4 with the knowledge that Lena already knows who Supergirl is and is working on forgiving Kara for lying to her. I am going to rest for a few days so the next update won't be until this weekend probably. But I figured I could at least finish the Season 4 alterations to this timeline. I'd like to do a Season 5 rewrite too, and have an outline for it, but my health is poor. So we'll see. Hope y'all enjoy and let me know in the comments your thoughts!

[littleashesefall]

Okay so the silhouette in the second picture makes me think of Lena Luthor and how Kara absolutely would fly her personally in her arms to the best, not commercially accessible (even for a Luthor) spot to see the full magnitude of the aurora.

How Lena would look up in awe as Kara stood beside her with her arms crossed, cape billowing while Lena's breath came out in little puffs lingering in the air.

"Hey, ask me how much the Aurora weighs." She asks with a barely contained smile on her face. The scientist in Lena pondered the suggestion that light would have a weight considering it, as light had a speed. "Ask me." She started to shift happily from foot to foot. Clearly this was something she was excited to share.

"How much the Aurora weigh Kara?" She whispered.

"It actually pretty light." The grin was barely contained on the Supers face as she tried to resist cackling at her own pun as Lena chuckled in spite of herself. She wanted to roll her eyes but that would mean tearing them away from how the hue of the light danced across Kara's features.

"Stunning." She breathed and the Super blushed and began to play with the ends of her cape.

"I was hoping you'd like it. There's no view like it-" she started doing that thing where she rambled nervously when the feel of soft lithe fingers pulling her hand away from her cape drew her attention and she stopped tilting her head up to look back at Lena. The feel of fingers pressed more insistently against her palm as they enclosed her hand.

"I wasn't talking about the lights, pretty as they may be." It was a whispered confession as Lena reached out with her other hand to tuck a stray strand of Kara's hair behind her ear and and followed the motion with the back of her fingers across her cheek as she searched her face. "As far as I'm concerned you are the most absolute beautiful thing in this universe. You always have been to me."

Aurora Vibes | frdalheim

[fazedlight]

Awakening (Kara character study, small part supercorp softness)

“But why can’t I be matched to Tali, mom? She’s my best friend!”

Alura turned to Kara, her jaw tensed with frustration with the stubborn child. “Kara, you know better than this. Stable matching can only be achieved if there is a true bijection between disjoint sets-”

“We don’t even have a true bijection because the population is constantly changing, we don’t sort according to all possible preferences, we don’t even have-” “It is not in our nature, Kara,” Alura said, with a dangerous tone in her voice. “We are not Daxamites.”

“But-” 

“The answer is no.”

---

Kara is thirteen Earth years the first time she’s called “dyke.” She doesn’t know what it means. She had only been to school for a couple of weeks. Before that, the only substantial English she had spoken was the couple months with Eliza, Jeremiah, Alex, and Kal. 

Clark, not Kal. Saying “Kal” would put her baby cousin- her older cousin- her cousin in danger.

Alex’s face flushes, and her eyes almost burn with anger, as she shoves Jake Howell against a locker. Kara could do it easily herself, but showing her newfound strength to humans would put her in danger too, somehow. Kara doesn’t think asshole is a nice word, given how Alex growled it. But she suspects dyke isn’t a nice word either.

That night after dinner, Eliza sighs, and hugs Kara gently - and Kara resolves to never get called dyke again.

---

“She’s gorgeous, she’s smart, she smells nice. Hell, I want to date her.” Kara flushed with discomfort, as the words came unbidden from her lips. But Alex didn’t remark on the odd statement, and Kara shoved the thought away.

Just weeks later, awkwardness would turn to tension as Lucy growled. “You and Hank, why do you all lie?”

“When you are an alien,” Kara choked, “You’re willing to sacrifice anything, everything, betray your fundamental instincts - just to fit in.” Something tugged in Kara’s soul at that moment. That she had always tried to fit in, long before she became an alien. But there simply hadn’t been time to linger.

It was only weeks later, when Lucy was saying her goodbyes before leaving National City to rejoin the military, that Kara felt the uncomfortable spike again. “I do know what it’s like to hide,” Lucy confessed.

Kara tilted her head, questions like why? and what do you mean? floating through her mind. But she thought it would be kinder not to ask. “I hope someday, you can be all that you are.”

Lucy gave a small smile. “Me too.”

---

She hadn’t expected meeting Lena to feel like lightning in her veins. The younger Luthor was quick-witted, and beautiful, and playful. Kara felt herself flush with the gentle teasing during their first coffee, and found herself marveling at never quite having a friendship like this before. 

---

“So… so she’s gay?” Kara asked, the word heavy in her throat. “And are you saying, you’re gay too?”

Alex sighed and paced in front of Kara, her frustration just as apparent as her confusion. How can you not know if you’re gay?, Kara wondered, at the same time feeling strangely allergic to the conversation. Wouldn’t it be obvious? “What’s changed?” Kara asked.

---

Yeah, he was… immature. Irresponsible. But they connected - orphans of a lost planet, who spoke the same tongue, who had the same bewilderment in their first moments on an alien planet with newfound powers. And if being in his bed brought her pleasure, it was only proof of their connection, that a good relationship could come of it.

Sometimes there were those flashes - Mon-El had been confused by Alex’s coming out, not understanding the concept. The more the merrier would ring in Kara’s head, and she’d chase away the image of Lena’s face.

---

“I couldn’t have done it, Kara.”

Kara’s chest heaved as she gazed down at Lena, hearing Kal’s words flash through her mind. Lena clung to Kara’s arm as Kara hovered above the reservoir, and some corner of Kara’s mind knew that she should go land, that the danger was over. That Lena was safe. That the city was safe.

But she could only stare down at Lena, whose heart hammered in her chest, whose panting breaths from her climb had not yet slowed. I almost lost her, Kara thought, forlorn. I couldn’t lose her…

It was that moment that her world came crashing down, that realization made her feel like she was drowning. That romantic love wasn’t merely a combination of friendship and lust. That shared experience didn’t mean a shared connection. There was something that ran deeper.

She was in love with Lena, and she could no longer deny it.

---

It was a drunken movie night, after Lena’s breakup with James, when Kara heard I love you fall from Lena's lips.

“It was always you,” Lena confessed, her words slightly slurred from the alcohol as Kara finished pulling the covers over her. “I just wanted to be close to you.”

Kara stood back, feeling her heart pound as she watched Lena slip into slumber. I wish I had told you, Kara thought, her mind flashing to a moment long ago in a forest. I wish I had told you, before…

Kara spent a fitful night trying to sleep on her couch, and Lena’s eyes flashed with shame the next morning as she woke. But they left for Noonan’s, leaving the conversation behind.

---

It felt impossibly brief, that window of time after Kara had revealed her secret, where everything felt almost right with the world. Maybe someday, she and Lena could finish that conversation.

But she found herself in a kryptonite shell.

The universe ended soon after, and even magic couldn’t fix how they had broken. Until the day Kara finally found her hands in Lena’s, vowing together to take down her brother, and Kara felt again that hopeful wonder of what a future with Lena could hold.

And then she found herself in the Phantom Zone again, the words ringing in her head, I wish I had told you.

---

Sleep had eluded Kara in the weeks back from the Phantom Zone. So she was already wide awake at 2am, when she heard Lena’s heart begin to hammer. 

Kara tensed, rushing to her window and ears tuning in as she prepared to fight off an assassination attempt or catch Lena as she fell.

But as she shot into the sky, she nearly tumbled when she realized that Lena wasn’t in distress. The shaky breaths and small laughs caused Kara’s chest to tighten in anguish. She’s fine, Kara thought, feeling tears prick the edges of her vision. She’s fine. 

---

“Are you okay?” Lena said, when she finally found Kara in the Tower, sitting on a step. “Alex said she couldn’t find you - you were in the Fortress?”

Kara glanced up from the steps. “I just, um. I was reading in the Fortress, I fell asleep there.” It had the benefit of being true. The Fortress was far enough to drown the sound of Lena’s heart out.

Lena shuffled next to Kara, taking a seat. “I don’t remember seeing any beds there.”

“I float in my sleep,” Kara shrugged, staring at her hands as she let silence fall.

Lena shifted, uncomfortable with the quiet. “Are you okay?”

Yeah, Kara almost said, but something stopped her this time. Perhaps it was the poor sleep. Perhaps it was the litany of I wish I had told you that would replay in her mind.

How many more times am I going to do this?, Kara thought. How many more times am I going to carry that regret? “I love you,” Kara said finally, sensing Lena tense up next to her. “I know… I know that door is closed. But I love you. I should’ve told you so long ago.”

“You… you heard me last night,” Lena wondered softly. “So you went to the Fortress?”

Kara grimaced. “I stopped listening as soon as I realized,” Kara said, fighting a panic. Will she be angry? “I never meant to- to invade your privacy. I’ll be more careful.”

“The door isn’t closed,” Lena said. “If you don’t want it to be.”

Those words made Kara brave enough - or maybe just confused enough - to finally tilt her head up to meet Lena’s gaze. “But- last night-”

“I’ve been trying to get over you. Not very successfully,” Lena added, with a wry grin.

“Really?” Kara smiled.

“Really.” 

---

The matching laws had been long dismantled by the time a smiling Alura officiated their marital rites. Kryptonians didn’t have concepts like best man or matron of honor, but that didn’t stop the two women from inviting Alex and Kelly to stand at each of their sides as they said their vows.

Kara never imagined that it’d be a woman’s wrist she’d place her wedding bracelet on. Though she supposed she never imagined marrying on an asteroid of her father’s creation, or marrying for romantic love, or marrying someone her people would call Hero of Argo for the creation of a black rock.

She never imagined finally telling Lena her secret. She never imagined Lena’s forgiveness. She never imagined the feel of Lena’s lips pressed against her own, hands tugging at her robes, as she whispered zhao against Lena’s lips.

And she never imagined being the one to make Lena’s heart race.

[mycatismyeditor]

Supercorp idea #222

Lena had some thoughts she just wanted to express to someone. Some very gay thoughts. Some very gay thoughts about Supergirl.

So she did what any rational public figure would do. She made an anonymous social media account on a burner phone and vented all her feelings there. Feelings that were apparently appreciated and echoed by approximately 20 thousand other people on a regular basis.

She did not anticipate ever having to explain those posts as herself. She in fact went to great lengths to make sure no one would ever connect her to it.

But even with all her efforts to remain anonymous after three years with the account, posting multiple times a day, she was bound to slip up once. And what a slip up it was.

Now she was sitting in a DEO conference room getting a briefing on her own post about Supergirl and the various ways that highly sensitive information could have gotten leaked.

Which left her with a choice. She could either confess she was behind it, or she could keep her mouth shut and let 46 government agents be interrogated about their social media history and possible interest in being railed by Supergirl over their desks.

She glanced to her left and saw the shocked face of Supergirl as she read more of her posts.

Lena kept her mouth shut.