#supergirl ao3

[jazznicoleproductions]

Weaponizing One’s Love: The Long Awaited Date

Pairing: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor

Ao3: Chapter Ten

Chapter Summary: With the drama from Lillian and Lex's antics having subsided, Lena and Kara finally have to face the issues brought up by the chaos. Lena rejects the gift the Kryptonian had given her months ago, stating that she doesn't deserve it. Kara is left reeling, feeling that her superheroine identity may cost her the one thing she wants most. And after some last-minute intrusions, thanks to Lillian meddling with Kara's boss, forcing her to interview the youngest Luthor about the attack, they have their date. Unfortunately, it doesn't go as smoothly as planned. Kara listens to Lena about working with kryptonite. And with some hesitation, agrees to let her work with it. If only to avoid the claustrophobic suit. But just as things settle down, Lena discovers that the Kryptonian kept her suit on, setting her into defensive mode. And with her walls going up, Kara begs her to let her in and show her what she sees.

[chairhere]

*sees a tag i don’t normally click on* ah fuck it what’s the worst that could happen

[ekingstonart]

“Here they are. We have a few different lines of toys here, different sizes, and the squeakers themselves vary from brand to brand. Some of these are very loud.”

—from Treats and Collars on ao3

Thank you so much @makicarn for commissioning me to illustrate this scene from @trashpandato’s ADORABLE fic! It has been an absolute pleasure working with/for you both!

[ciggrtte]

supercorp kiss :)

[jennywebbyart]

I made a couple of drawings for lostariels to say thank you for the beautiful stories that she writes on Ao3. My favourite is ‘queen of hearts’.

While I was looking at the drawings, I realise that she needs more credit. so I thought I will post only one of the artwork I did. Please send appreciation to @lostariels for all of her fantastic supercorp fanfic that she writes.

[allgreekbitch]

hi i posted a silly supercorp fic x

[corpluthor]

She’s a pirate for the @supercorpbb a pirates of the caribbean AU

Link oa3:

[sombaf]

The silence before the storm was always the most dangerous. Lena had learned that early in life—boardrooms, labs, and now, in the heart of her office at L-Corp, standing across from Kara Danvers. Correction: Kara Zor-El. Supergirl. Her wife. Or at least, her soon-to-be ex-wife.

The tension in the room might as well have been a grenade, pin pulled, seconds from detonating.

“You filed for divorce,” Kara said, her voice low, tight.

“Yes.” Lena kept her arms crossed, her face calm. She had practiced this—practiced detachment, practiced not letting Kara look at her with those wide blue eyes and make her doubt her decision.

“You actually filed for divorce.” Kara’s voice cracked, disbelief and anger curling together into something sharp. “Lena, how could you—?”

“How could I?” Lena’s voice rose sharply, her mask fracturing. She pushed off the desk, closing the distance between them in two quick strides. “Don’t you dare stand there and act surprised, Kara! How could you?”

Kara recoiled slightly, her eyes narrowing, her jaw tightening. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to hurt you!”

“And yet, you did.” Lena’s voice was cold, cutting. “Every single day you lied to me. Every moment you pretended to trust me while keeping the biggest part of yourself hidden. Did you think I wouldn’t find out eventually? Or was I just supposed to live my entire life being the idiot who didn’t know her wife was Supergirl?”

“I wasn’t trying to make you feel like an idiot!” Kara’s hands curled into fists, trembling at her sides. “I was trying to protect you, Lena! Don’t you understand that?”

“No, Kara.” Lena stepped closer, her voice like ice. “I don’t understand, because that’s not protection. That’s control. You decided for me. You decided I didn’t need to know. That I wasn’t worthy of the truth.”

“That’s not—” Kara’s voice faltered, her shoulders sagging. She looked at Lena, her eyes pleading now. “That’s not why I didn’t tell you. I was scared.”

Lena barked out a hollow laugh, shaking her head. “Of me? Kara, I loved you. I trusted you completely. I would have died for you, and you were scared of me?”

“I was scared of losing you!” Kara shouted, her voice raw, reverberating through the office. Her fists slammed against her thighs, and Lena could see the way her fingers twitched, like she wanted to punch something—anything.

For a moment, they stared at each other, the tension in the room so thick it felt like the air itself might shatter. Then Kara reached into her jacket and pulled out the manila envelope.

Lena recognized it instantly.

“I can’t believe this is what you want,” Kara said, her voice low, shaking. She slammed the envelope onto the desk with a crack that echoed through the room. The wood splintered beneath it, a jagged fault line spreading across the surface.

Lena flinched but didn’t step back. She refused to let Kara intimidate her, even unintentionally.

“You want your divorce so badly?” Kara spat. “Fine. Take it.”

The desk groaned ominously, the split widening. For a moment, neither of them moved, their heavy breathing the only sound in the room.

Lena’s lips parted, words teetering on the edge of escape, but nothing came. Kara’s chest heaved, her fists still clenched at her sides, and for the first time, Lena felt the full weight of Kara’s anger—not just the anger at her, but the anger Kara carried toward herself. Lena’s body tensed, her hands curling into fists at her sides. She told herself to step back, to stay in control, but the pull of Kara—of her fury, her presence—was impossible to resist. Even now, with anger still simmering in her veins, Lena hated how much she wanted her.

And god help her, Kara had never looked more breathtaking.

Lena’s composure cracked completely. She hated herself for noticing the way Kara’s chest heaved, her lips parted in anger. Oh lord, why does she have to look like that? The thought scraped against her resolve, shattering it entirely.

She surged forward, grabbing Kara’s shirt and yanking her down into a kiss. It was messy, frantic, their teeth clashing before their mouths found a rhythm, before their anger melted into something else entirely.

For a moment, Kara froze, her mind racing. She didn’t deserve this—didn’t deserve Lena’s touch, her anger, her love—but Rao, she couldn’t stop herself. Her hands found Lena’s waist, pulling her closer as if drawn by a force she couldn’t resist. Lena could feel the heat radiating off her skin—something warm, almost electric, like sunlight trapped beneath Kara’s clothes.

“This doesn’t mean—” Lena gasped between kisses, but Kara cut her off, her lips capturing Lena’s again, stealing the breath from her lungs. She tasted faintly sweet, like honey and something unplaceable—something not of this Earth.

“Don’t talk,” Kara murmured, her voice low and rough, her hands sliding up Lena’s back. “Just—don’t.”

Lena didn’t argue. Her fingers fisted in Kara’s collar, pulling her closer, the fabric taut beneath her hands. Kara’s strength was dizzying, a palpable force beneath her touch. When Kara lifted her onto the desk—splintered wood and all—Lena felt a fleeting rush of safety, absurd in its contrast to the chaos between them.

The papers were crushed beneath them, forgotten, as Kara pressed forward, her hands everywhere—Lena’s hips, her thighs, her waist. The touch of her fingers was firm, grounding, but never too much, as if Kara was still afraid of breaking her.

“Kara,” Lena breathed, her voice shaky, her hands threading through Kara’s hair. Her fingertips grazed the soft waves, tugging just enough to make Kara groan low in her throat—a sound that sent heat pooling low in Lena’s stomach.

It was intoxicating, the way Kara’s control slipped in moments like this. The way she kissed Lena like she was both holding her together and tearing her apart.

“You drive me insane,” Kara muttered against Lena’s lips, her voice low and husky. The scent of her—clean, crisp, with a faintly alien warmth that Lena couldn’t name—wrapped around her like a cocoon.

“Good,” Lena whispered back, her nails dragging down Kara’s back through her shirt. The fabric bunched under her hands as she scratched lightly, just enough to make Kara shudder. “Now shut up and kiss me.”

Kara obliged, leaning in again, her lips searing, her hands gripping the edge of the desk to steady herself. The desk groaned under their combined weight, but neither of them cared.

It wasn’t forgiveness—not yet. It wasn’t a resolution to the anger and hurt that still lingered between them. But it was something—something raw and real and theirs.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were panting, their foreheads pressed together. Kara’s hands were trembling where they rested on Lena’s thighs, and Lena’s lips were red and swollen from the force of their kisses. Her heart thundered in her chest, her body still thrumming with the aftershock of Kara’s touch.

“I hate you,” Lena whispered, her voice trembling, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

“I love you,” Kara replied, her voice just as shaky, her gaze searching Lena’s face.

Lena let out a choked laugh, shaking her head. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re infuriating.”

For a moment, they just stared at each other, the weight of everything unsaid hanging between them.

But the tension that had suffocated them for weeks now felt… lighter. Not gone, but no longer insurmountable.

“Let’s talk,” Kara said softly, her voice breaking the silence.

Lena nodded, her hands still clinging to Kara’s shirt. “Okay. But not here.”

Kara smiled faintly, brushing a strand of hair out of Lena’s face. “Anywhere you want.”

And for the first time in a long while, Lena thought they might actually be able to fix this. Together.

[a-timely-problem]

/ comes up to you in a bar wearing a cowboy hat/

Not to sound queer, but how 'bout that blonde and brunette pairing with lots of potential that never got together?

[autisticlenaluthor]

Lena

TW: mentions of drowning, dissociation, 4-year-old Lena in intense distress, and witnessing a dead body

The sky above the lake is painted black with a heavy brush– cut through only by the gray clouds rumbling above it. The moon, which used to be so clear, now hides behind the fog. It pokes out every so often to make the smallest of appearances, reminding Lena it’s still there.

At night the trees, all tall and stocky, look more like people than plants. They’re skinny giants with lanky limbs and their eyes are stuck on the little girl standing at the shore. It’s all Lena can seem to think about– how the air is so cold and her mom isn’t holding her anymore. She’s alone again as they watch her, waiting for the right moment to pounce. 

Her mom always tells her monsters aren’t real. She checks the closets and under the bed every night before bedtime just in case. She always tells her they’re safe.

But the glimmering water they spend every Sunday dipping their toes in just swallowed her whole and sucked up all the air bubbles with her. The waves they paddled in together under shining skies had turned dark and suddenly, the world was upside down. 

The lake was their spot. The water belonged to them. And now, her mom belongs to the water. 

Lena stares straight ahead of her, as she’s done since the sun was still shining, and holds pieces of her swimsuit in her fingers.

The material is mostly dry now. It hangs loose on her body– the damp spots making her shiver whenever they meet her skin. Mom had told her she would grow into it. Lena isn’t sure. 

She isn’t sure that the trees won’t come to life and finally attack. Isn’t sure she’ll ever be able to move again. Isn’t sure if any of this is real at all or if it’s just another bad dream she needs to wake up from. 

Lena hopes it is. She hopes her mom is at the other end of it– ready to pick her up and rock her back to sleep. 

As Lena tries to find the strength to pull her swimsuit away from her, she can hear something crunching behind her. It sounds like footsteps in the gravel only louder. It makes her wonder if the Monster Trees have decided to come for her– if they think she isn’t aware of their plans to take her too.

“Hey!” A deep voice calls out to her. “Hey, are you alright?” 

More footsteps approach. They’re shining a light now too – a big one. It makes Lena shiver even harder and her stomach twist. When did it get so cold? 

“Hey– kid.”

Slowly, Lena turns her head and wrinkles her eyes at the white beams hitting her. There’s an ambulance in front of her– over by the edge of the trail. It looks like the ones that sometimes drive by their cottage, to the house at the end of the road where Mrs. Porter lives. Mom says it’s because she’s so old, she gets sick very easily now. Sometimes, she needs help making it to the doctor. 

“Hey…” The voice softens. 

Lena squints at it– the light is getting unbearable– and tries to step backward. But her legs have forgotten how to move and the stones beneath her are so slippery. She stumbles in her haze and her feet slide beneath her. She falls hard onto her bottom. 

A noise escapes as Lena looks down at herself. Her fingers dig into the sand, grasping piles of pebbles and sea glass.

“It’s okay– I’m not gonna hurt you.”

But it does hurt– her legs and her arms and her eyes and everything else. There’s pain shooting through her hips– the rocks are so hard. And as Lena’s fingers tighten around the pebbles, cutting deep into her skin, she can feel her face getting hot. Her jaw clenches and quivers beneath the tension so hard it feels like it might snap in half. 

She should be crying, Lena thinks to herself. 

It hurts worse than it did when she fell off her scooter in the street last week. But the tears don’t fall. It’s like her brain can’t remember how. 

“Oh… sweetheart, you okay?”

When Lena looks up, she sees the man with the voice crouching down in front of her. He’s wearing big green pants and an orange vest that glows in the dark. They crinkle when he moves– like plastic bags being smushed together. 

“Are you cold?” He asks, holding out a silver square for her. When Lena doesn’t move, he unfolds it and it transforms into some sort of tin-foil sheet. “It’s okay– you can stay there. I’ve just got a blanket in case you’re chilly. Sound good?” 

Lena releases her grip on the pebbles and stares at him. 

Even in the darkness, it’s clear how pale she is. Her face is ghastly and white– it’s as if it’s never seen the sun before.

“My name is Kieran,” the man continues. “I drive that big truck over there with my friends. I’m just here to make sure you’re alright and to give you some help.” 

He waits for a moment then slowly approaches. Kneeling down at Lena’s side, he drapes the blanket over her shoulders. It’s thin and crinkly like an old sheet– laid on so softly it hardly touches her.

Goosebumps are covering her arms and legs. She must’ve been out here all day, he thinks. 

“Here, kiddo… just want to warm you up a bit. We don’t want you catching a cold, do we?”

The blanket is big enough that it wraps around Lena’s front and falls behind her in a bunch. Lena glances at it for a second then looks back at the man. 

Behind him, two other grown-ups are stepping out of the ambulance. They pull out something that looks like a tall bed on wheels with straps going across it. They look at her for a moment and pause, saying something to the other that she can’t quite hear. But they don’t go to her– they walk to the water. To her mom. 

“Hey,” Kieran says when he catches her looking. “Hey… can you tell me your name?”

Slowly, Lena reaches for the blanket, wishing she could pull it tighter. She tells herself to move and tries to remember how her arms used to feel before this morning, when they still knew how to follow directions. But they soon fall beside her, unable to hold the material for more than a second. 

“Were you here with your family?” Kieran asks. “With your mom?” 

Mom. Lena’s stomach twists at the word. It makes her feel like how she gets when she’s been sitting in the car for too long. 

She furrows her brow ever so slightly and the tiniest whine escapes her. Her head is hurting– it feels too tight.

Puzzled, Lena looks at the man. She stares at him with her knit brow and hard eyes, waiting for him to read her mind. 

“You’ve still got your goggles on, hun,” he says. He stays seated on his knee and tilts his head, smiling at her. “Can I take them off? Is that why you’re makin’ noises?”

When Lena doesn’t say anything, he extends his hand slowly towards her face. Vaguely, she can see it approaching. She knows she should flinch. He’s so much bigger than she is. So much bigger than her mom. But she can’t move. 

So she sits stoic as the elastic band pulls the hair that’s dried against it. It peels slowly away from her like a hundred bandaids being removed at once. But after a moment, Lena can feel a pressure around her forehead release. 

“That must feel better, aye?” 

Lena looks straight past Kieran at the other two grown-ups in green pants and orange vests. They’re still walking the stretcher down to the lake, talking to each other in hushed voices, muffled by the wind. They’re going for her mom, she thinks, they’re going to find her. 

“Oh… no, you don’t wanna see that,” Kieran mumbles. 

He catches Lena’s semblance of attention again and this time makes sure to keep it. 

He whisks her up into his arms with a grunt as he stands back up, and keeps her securely wrapped in her blanket. 

“You’re being such a brave girl, you know that?” He coos, settling her on his hip. “You’re so brave.”

He brushes a piece of damp hair out of Lena’s face as he speaks and smiles softly at her. She’s so light in his arms, bundled up in the tin-foil sheet made for someone three times her size. It engulfs her completely– leaving only her head exposed to the world. 

“It’s all gonna be okay, yeah?”

For a second, Kieran looks past her at his partners. They wade into the abyss, water sloshing onto the shore behind them. Through the darkness– it’s hard to see more than the glow of the orange vests growing further and further away. But as they lock the stretcher onto the edge of the shore, he makes sure to bounce Lena ever so slightly to turn her away from it.

“Do you like rhymes?” He asks her. “Or songs?” 

Lena tucks her chin to her chest and releases a long exhale. Her eyes are starting to sting from being held open all day.  

“Why don’t we do some songs?” 

He looks at her pale skin and the few freckles scattered across her nose. Her white chapped lips, cracked around the edges from being left out in the cold for so long, and the bags that hang below her eyes. And as the paramedics go deeper into the water, he watches how she stares directly below her, not looking at anything in particular, and takes in her green eyes. He tries to imagine what might be behind them– the memories of what she’s seen. The moment when her mother went under. The hours of looking and waiting for her to return, all alone in the frigid air, with nothing but a soggy swimsuit and goggles on her forehead.

She must’ve known she wasn’t coming back, he thinks. No kid could stand there for twelve straight hours and not know. 

“Do you like…” 

Kieran pauses for a moment, then starts to sing. 

“Theeeee wheels on the bus go round and round,

round and round,

round and round.” 

He bounces Lena gently to the rhythm as he goes through the lyrics, his words hardly above a whisper. It’s just loud enough that Lena will hear him, just loud enough that she’ll have something else to focus on. 

“The wheels on the bus go round and round,

all through the town.

The wipers on the bus go–” He stops for a moment and gives Lena a poke. “How do they go?” 

She continues to look past him with her empty stare as he fills in for her and rocks her from side to side to show the motion.

“Swish swish swish

 swish swish swish,

The wipers on the bus go swish swish swish,

All through the town.” 

“What comes next?” He asks her. “Is it the babies on the bus? What do the babies on the bus do?”

In the distance– there are red and white lights poking through the trees. The first true signs of another ambulance coming to take back the woman in the lake. Lena’s mother. 

But Kieran keeps going with the song, even when Lena looks away from him. Even when she stares at the lights with more awareness than he’s seen from her all day. He just turns her around again and finds another rhyme, another story, another anything to keep her with him. 

“You’re alright, darlin’,” he says. “It’s all gonna be alright. We’re gonna take you on the truck in a minute and my friends are gonna check you out– make sure you’re not sick. And then you’ll get some stickers and you’ll get to turn on the big lights if you want. But it’s all gonna be okay.”

Lena doesn’t know if she believes him. She wants to. But everything is so wrong. 

“Now… let’s do another song,” Kieran thinks aloud. “That always helps my little girl when she’s feeling scared.”

He adjusts Lena in his arms, takes in a breath, then starts again. 

“Hush little baby don’t say a word,

Papa’s gonna buy you a mockingbird”

No, this isn’t right. 

“And if that mockingbird don’t sing…”

Lena can feel her face getting hot. There’s something sharp in her throat– her belly is twisting again. 

“Papa’s gonna buy you a diamond ring”

Her face is wet now. Silent tears creep from her chapped eyes for the first time all day. They make her cheeks burn with irritation and she wants to rub them– no, she wants her mom to wipe them dry the way she had this morning when Lena bumped her knee jumping off the sofa.

“And if that diamond ring is brass, 

Papa’s gonna buy you a looking glass”

Lena can see herself back at home– sitting in bed with her comforter bunched up around her chest. She can see her eyelids drooping, see her mom’s hand holding hers, trailing her thumb across her wrist, as she sings her to sleep. 

“And if that looking glass gets broke,

Mama’s gonna buy you a billy-goat”

Lena sees it so vividly she can almost feel it. Her fluffy pink pillow beneath her head, her teddy bear tucked under her arm, and her mom kissing her forehead as she allows sleep to gently embrace her. 

This isn’t right, Lena thinks. Her mom is supposed to be here. She’s the one who should be singing. She’s the one who should be holding her. 

Lena’s breathing increases rapidly. She squirms in Kieran’s grasp– she wants to be put down. She wants to go home. She wants her mom. She wants her now.

With a whine, Lena turns her head and tries to wriggle out of his arms. 

But what she sees behind her– it makes her freeze all over again. 

The grown-ups in orange vests are out of the water. They’re wheeling the tall bed back towards the ambulance and there’s a woman on it. Her mom. Her mom is on the bed.

Lena whimpers. It can’t be her mom.

This woman is soaking wet. Her orange hair looks black– it cascades over the side of the stretcher, stringy and thick, all clumped together, dripping onto the beach a thin dark liquid, which leaves a trail behind it. This woman lays there on her back, frozen and still, like she should be sleeping.

But she isn’t. Her eyes are wide open.

Lena makes a noise and tries to lean away from Kieran. Her heart is starting to pound– she can hear it in her ears. Big and loud like a drumline, drowning out the sounds of everything else. 

“Hey– hey, come back to me.” 

The older man’s voice is foggy and distorted. 

Lena sniffs as she leans further. She just doesn’t understand it– how her mom could turn so white and why her lips are so blue. It isn’t right– it isn’t her.

Her mom is supposed to be pretty like a princess. She’s supposed to be gentle. But now, she looks like the monsters Lena’s always been so afraid of. The ones she saw that night on the telly when she was meant to be sleeping and crept into the living room while her mom was watching a movie. She’d caught one glimpse and sprinted right back to bed so they wouldn’t be able to catch her, then hid under the covers, shaking, until she fell asleep. 

Lena sniffs again, whining through her fast-paced cries. 

Her mom is a monster and still, Lena wants to run to her. She wants to throw herself on top of her frigid body and shake her until she wakes up. Until she’s no longer sleeping with her eyes open like she’s frozen in time, paralyzed in the last second of her true existence twelve hours ago. 

Lena wants to hug her. She wants to bring her back to life. She knows she can– she knows if she could just be allowed to try, she could do it. 

So she fights with all she has to once and for all, throw herself right out of Kieran’s arms. She hurls her body forward– determined to run to her Mom one last time. She’s going to get to her. She’s going to fix her. She knows she can– she knows it, she knows it, she knows it. 

But Kieran’s too strong. He pulls Lena back and holds her even tighter, turning his body around again so she can’t see her anymore. 

He says something to her– something that’s supposed to be reassuring. But Lena can’t hear a word. 

Her fast-past cries turn into screams and she opens her mouth as wide as it will go, wailing with all her might. She sobs over Kieran’s attempts to calm her down, kicking her legs with all she has because if she’s hurting– he needs to be hurting too.

It’s gut-wrenching to watch. 

The cold air burns Lena’s throat and sears through her chest. Her cracked lips finally split from being open so angrily and each scream pounds in her temple upon its release. Her body is too tired for such emotion but Lena doesn’t care. None of it matters anymore. Her mom is gone. Her world is gone. 

So Lena does the only thing she can do– she cries. Even when snot bubbles from her nose and trails down onto her lips. Even when drool drips from her mouth, down past her chin. She cries so hard that Kieran thinks she might make herself throw up. He freezes a bit when Lena gasps for air with a heave so intense her entire body lurches upwards. Her shoulders shoot to her ears and her face scrunches up.

But all that follows is an even heavier sob. 

They get heavier and heavier until Lena’s entire body is shaking. Her screams grow raspy and strained– her vocal cords shot from the effort. 

Kieran tries to calm her down. He talks to her and rocks her, tightens her blanket then loosens it again– anything to make her more comfortable. 

But nothing works. Lena is utterly inconsolable. 

Behind them, the woman’s body is loaded into the rig. The crunching sound from earlier returns, only quieter this time, when the ambulance leaves to take her to the morgue.

Kieran tries not to think about what’ll happen afterward. When the autopsy is done and Jane Doe is identified– a social worker will have to decide what should happen to the little girl in his arms. They’ll place her in foster care or if she’s lucky, with a distant relative. Perhaps a grandparent.

At some point, one of his teammates approaches him, holding a small ratty backpack patterned with mermaids. They tap him on the shoulder to catch his attention. 

“We found this over by the benches,” The other paramedic says. She shines a flashlight on the tag on the inside, which is written on in neat cursive. “The name inside says Lena. Think it belongs to her?” 

“Lena…” Kieran says softly, shifting the distraught child in his arms. “Are you Lena?” 

Through her wails, Lena manages a nod. She gasps for air a few more times, her shoulders shooting up with each breath, then lets out a crackled whine.

“Oh, hun, it’s gonna be okay,” Kieran tells her. He rubs her back and tries to smile at her– not allowed to show that he wants to break right there with her. “Let’s get you checked out in the truck.”

[uselesseaweedbrain]

Supercorptober - 12. Pine

Kara had had a really good day. She had lost a milk tooth - a canine, her parents had told her - and her parents had celebrated with her and bought her a cake and raved about how fast she was growing, and Kara was happy and peaceful when they kissed her goodnight.

But the next day, when Kara woke up, and headed to the kitchen, she found it unsurprisingly empty, save for Rosa, her parents’ maid. Rosa smiled at her gently as she informed her that her parents had left early in the morning on an urgent trip to Sydney.

Kara smiled back, but barely touched her breakfast cake, setting it back in the fridge, and hugging Rosa briefly before setting off to her favourite refuge - Rosa would know where to find her.

Third book of her borrowed pile in hand, she skipped over to the shade of a centenary pine tree and made to settle contentedly in her assigned spot, when-

Kara stopped dead in her tracks. 

There, against the darkened and scarred trunk, exactly in Kara’s usual spot, was a tiny dark-haired girl, face shielded by a curtain of raven hair and head buried in a book big enough to cover her small legs.

The girl hadn’t seemed to notice Kara’s examination, so Kara elected not to bother her with introductions, settling quietly opposite her on the other side of the trunk.

When Rosa came to get her, the raven-haired girl had long vanished, and Kara felt a strange sense of disappointment.

But Sydney was far, and Kara’s parents were busy, so Kara returned to the park the following day, and the day after, and the day after the day after, and- the girl would always be there, as if waiting for Kara to make an appearance.

It took almost a week for Kara to gather the courage to introduce herself. The sun had partly hidden behind the clouds, peeking out slightly from the cover as Kara approached anxiously, fidgeting with the hem of her Majorette T-shirt.

When Kara deemed herself close enough, she opened her mouth hesitantly, unsure of how to break the ice.

“Hi”,  she said at last.

No response.

Kara took a few steps closer, lightly grazing the girl’s shoulder in an attempt to catch her attention.

“Hi?”, Kara tried again.

The girl jumped in surprise, prompting Kara to apologise immediately.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you, I-“

The girl raised her head slowly, and Kara’s rambling stopped abruptly.

The girl was young - so young, in fact, that had she not been reading War Horse, a book without any illustrations, Kara would have believed she was only looking at the pictures.

“I- you-“ 

The girl’s green eyes twinkled as she smiled shyly, rising from her seated position and brushing off strands of grass from her skirt.

“It’s fine. I was just surprised. I’m Lena.” 

She offered her hand in greeting, and Kara took it with a grin. 

“Nice to meet you, Lena. I’m Kara.”

That was all Kara learnt about Lena for quite a while; silence their welcome companion as the both of them spent hours back to back, then side by side, reading under the shade.

If Kara was intrigued by Lena’s fulgurant intelligence, she kept it to herself, and Lena was content to exist alongside her, occasionally exchanging book suggestions and literary impressions.

Time and familiarity loosened their tongues, book conversations leading to tidbits about their lives - about Lena’s single mother, her amazing soda bread, the smell of cooked breakfast when Lena woke up and the scented hugs when she came back from school (Kara knew Lena was four, hadn’t needed Lena to tell her that she had skipped a year already, if not two), and, in turn, about Kara’s parents, their overflowing love leaving her empty every time they took off again without warning or explanation.

Before either girl knew it, a year had passed. Kara had Rosa and Lena, Lena had her mom and Kara, and, for the both of them - that was more than enough.

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One day, Kara skipped to their tree in excitement, relishing the feeling of the sun on her skin and the promise of Lena’s company, and found the pine shade empty.

Days like that happened, rarely, but they did, so Kara swallowed her disappointment, and quietly read by herself for an hour before departing for home.

The second day, Kara sprinted to the tree as soon as the school bell sounded, eager to meet with her friend after her unexpected absence.

Lena wasn’t there that day either, and something cold twisted in Kara’s gut. Unwilling to jump to conclusions, Kara resolved to stop by Lena’s house the day after, persuaded that Lena would show (Lena always showed) and that she wouldn’t have to make the trip.

The day after was a Wednesday, so neither Kara nor Lena had school. 

Rosa was used to Kara almost waking her up on Wednesdays, planting a kiss on her cheek at the crack of dawn before rushing to her favourite tree. 

On that Wednesday, however, it was well after ten when Rosa found the simple breakfast she had made untouched on the table, Kara’s bedroom door resolutely closed.

Rosa knocked gently on the child’s door. “Kara? Are you awake? Do you need anything?”

Kara opened the door and walked back to her bed sluggishly, managing a weak smile in Rosa’s direction. 

“I’m fine, I’m sorry I worried you, Rosa.”

“But- why aren’t you at the park?”

“I- It’s just- the past two days, Lena wasn’t there, and I convinced myself it was nothing and she would be here today, but if she’s not-“

Rosa sat calmly on the right side of the bed, embracing Kara's shoulders in a side hug. 

“Look, cariña. I understand that you are worried, but two days are nothing, okay? Maybe it was just a coincidence. Maybe Lena has been incredibly busy. Maybe she’s waiting for you under that tree as we speak, and you’re wasting time sitting on this bed with me.”

This drew a small chuckle from Kara.

“The point is, you will never know until you go, and if she’s not there, I will come check on her with you, okay?”

“You will?”

“Of course, cariña. I can come to the park with you, too, if you’d like?”

Kara nodded shyly before burying herself in Rosa’s arms, and soon enough they were both outside, Kara’s hand securely in Rosa’s and a renewed spring in her step.

As they drew closer, Kara’s grip on Rosa’s hand tightened. It was past eleven, the sun was high in the sky and the park was crawling with people, and yet- 

There was no one under the tree.

Kara felt her heart beat out of her chest and Rosa squeezed her hand understandingly, pulling Kara away from the pine and in the direction of Lena’s house.

The path to Lena’s mother humble cottage was a narrow, sinuous road that went through the woods and around a small lake, leading them to a simple wooden and brick house covered in decorative foliage and strings of lights, with a rocking chair on the porch and a welcoming doormat with the print of a dog.

At least, that had been Kara’s impression the previous times she had been around.

Because the house that she reached, hand in hand with Rosa, was surrounded in police tape, the vegetation around it trampled by multiple vehicles, the openings taped shut and the lights ominously off.

Crime scene. The tape read. Do not cross. 

Kara ignored them as she dropped Rosa’s hand, yelling Lena’s name and banging at the front door desperately when it refused to open. The porch lights shouldn’t have been off, they were never off, even when Elisabeth Walsh was out, and despite her neighbours’ jokes about electricity consumption. 

And Lena should have been home with her mother, or at the park with Kara, but she wasn’t, she wasn’t, and the police tape, and the trampled plants-

Kara was still banging on the door, her voice hoarse, when Rosa took her hand once again and gently guided her back to the city, explaining soothingly that they would visit the police station, understand what was happening, that it would be fine, that it would be OK.

They arrived at the police station, and waited, behind a woman worried about her missing cat, patiently and anxiously anticipating their turn.

Their turn came and Kara wished it hadn’t - Rosa, the adult, did all the talking, but Kara heard - accident, drowned, orphaned-

“Yes, the little Lena was adopted-“

“A rich American family-“

“A philanthropist, I heard, or a guilty lover-“

“She left on a plane this morning.”

And Kara crumbled.

She would have tried to find Lena, but the policeman hadn’t given up the adoptive family’s name, claiming they wanted to keep the whole thing under wraps and their identity confidential.

The internet did not exist, and phone calls on the other side of the ocean were expensive and pointless - she didn’t know Lena’s address, wasn’t sure anyone would answer even if she did.

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Years passed and the ache dulled and Kara grew into herself - making new friends at school and cherishing her parents and cultivating her relationship with Rosa.

She was happy, she thinks; until that, too, slipped between her fingers.

Kara was thirteen when it happened - she came home from the park, her back aching from the bench she’d finished her book on (the pine tree was for her and Lena, and she hadn’t enjoyed its shade since Lena had left).

Kara let herself in, removing her shoes at the door before heading down the corridor into the kitchen - her growth spurt left her feeling famished most of the time, and Rosa was an extraordinary cook from whom Kara stole food more often than not.

The kitchen was empty, Rosa nowhere to be seen, the pans untouched.

Kara frowned, spotted a light in the living room and headed there assuredly. 

“Rosa?” Kara called as she walked in. “Is everything ok?“

Rosa was sitting on the couch, opposite a policeman in uniform, who occupied Kara’s father’s armchair as if he belonged there.

“Kara,” Rosa breathed tiredly. “Come sit.”

Kara sat gingerly next to Rosa, awaiting the news like a sentenced prisoner.

“What is it, Rosa? Has something happened? Is it my parents?”

The policeman nodded gravely and Rosa squeezed her hand. 

“I’m afraid your parents died in an accident, Miss. The car they were assigned malfunctioned, so they climbed into another one, and- it was booby-trapped. There were no survivors, not even the driver. My deepest condolences.”

The information reached Kara, but it didn’t - she knew her parents’ job was dangerous, knew there was a risk - now was not the time to grieve, and Kara buried her pain and focused.

“What will happen to me? To Rosa?”

“This is part of what I came here to discuss. Miss Rosa will be paid for the remainder of the year, and will then be let go as per your parents instructions, with a generous severance package. As for you, Miss Kara - your parents have included an emergency contact in their will - someone they entrusted you with, should something happen to them. I have called him, and he should be arriving tomorrow morning. His name is Clark Kent. He lives in Metropolis, and he is your cousin.”

“Metropolis? In America?”

The policeman inclined his head. “Yes. Your parents have arranged for you to move with him to America. I know this is a big change, but everything here will be taken care of - the house here is in your name, and will officially become your property when you turn eighteen. In the meantime, they believed it better for you to stay with family.”

Kara scoffed - tears and rage swirling as they threatened to engulf her. “Rosa is my family. Ireland is my country. I don’t even know this cousin - I don’t want to go to America live with a stranger, I don’t- my life is here!”

The policeman’s lips thinned in sympathy, but he said nothing.

“Mr. Kent should arrive tomorrow morning - be sure to pack your belongings, your flight to Metropolis has been booked by the lawyers for next Wednesday, at 9:15. My condolences again, Ms. El. Ms. Rosa.”

He bowed his head and exited the house, as if the roof had not just fallen over Kara’s head, as if her world hadn’t just crumbled around her, the floor been pulled from under her feet.

Clark arrived the following morning, as foretold, and Kara hated him immediately, hated the pleasantries he offered, the attempts at empathising as a fellow orphan when he had been adopted as a baby - hated the condescension with which he explained that he couldn’t stay in Ireland, that he had a job, that he couldn’t uproot his entire life, and that it was better Kara come with him instead.

Kara did not have a choice, so she packed, and she went, and after a few days of living with Clark and meeting Lois, his fiancee, and maybe feeling the slightest bit at home, Clark dropped another bomb on her.

“Kara, I would like you to meet the Danvers. They’re a family of two parents and a single daughter, slightly older than you, and they’re willing to adopt- Lois and I- we’re not a family unit, we work too much, and I want you to have the same chance I had, to grow with two loving parents, and a stable home, not on the run with me chasing a story (Clark was a journalist, working at the Daily Planet, Kara knew, because Clark blabbed about it all the time). They are coming this afternoon, and- I hoped you would consider it.”

“Consider what?”

“That- uh- that, maybe, if you would want to live with them instead?”

And Kara wanted to yell, to make Clark ashamed of himself, to beg to go back to Ireland and be allowed to live with Rosa, but she was numb, and tired, and Clark didn’t want her, so-

“Ok. I’ll consider it.”

The Danvers were kind, welcoming, and accommodating. Their daughter, Alex, was not. 

Months passed with Alex giving Kara the cold shoulder, and Kara crying herself to sleep - and then Jeremiah died, a heart attack, they’d said, and Kara knew how to grieve and Alex didn’t.

So Kara had taught her.

Years passed and the pain dulled once again to a tolerable ache, Kara’s resentment for Clark tempered by Eliza’s gentleness and Alex’s precious - if sometimes annoying - sisterly presence.

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Investigative journalism was a pain, Kara thought. She knew Lionel Luthor was a snake, was certain of his involvement in weapons companies, had tracked his investments in the prison system and drawn a parallel timeline with disturbing coincidences of his company’s patents, had elaborated a sound working theory on the dangerous direction he was steering his company into - but all he had done was legal, and Kara couldn’t seem to catch him lacking.

The interview, at the top floor of Luthor Corp, overlooking the city from a golden tower, had gone as well as expected: cordial, without any substantial information, or any incriminating statement besides the cheeky references alluding to what Lionel undoubtedly knew of Kara’s work from his numerous sources.

All in all, a tiring, dangerous, bust.

Kara sighed to herself as she entered the park, dumplings in hand, and quietly enjoyed the sun on her favourite bench.

At least the sun and dumplings would never disappoint.

She rose after twenty minutes or so, stretching her tense muscles as she decided, for once, to indulge herself with a bit of reading under the shade of a majestic pine tree.

Kara is a dozen meters away when she notices somebody is already lying against the trunk, head buried in a book, long raven hair covering their face, and- unexplainably, Kara is overcome by a striking sense of déjà-vu.

“Lena,” she murmurs under her breath.

There’s no way it’s the same girl, no way that girl remembers her after decades apart, from when she was four years old, and definitely no way the woman heard her.

But the woman’s head lifts and sunshine catches in her emerald eyes and Kara’s breath hitches. 

“Lena?”

[jazznicoleproductions]

Weaponizing One’s Love: The Reality of Nightmares

Pairings: Kara Danvers/ Lena Luthor

Ao3: Chapter Five

Chapter Summary: At first, it seems things are beginning to heal, re-opened wounds start to close, and conversations that need to be had are brought up. But things go wrong as red kryptonite takes hold of the situation, forcing the Luthor and Super apart. Lena tries to reason with Kara but fails and has to flee. And running through the halls of Luthor Corp, she worries for her life, wondering if she'd die at the hands of her best friend. Eventually, fate catches up to her, and Kara finds her. But before the worst can happen, Lena finds herself in her dark bedroom. Upon Kara's request, Nia checks up on her, and the two talk, allowing the youngest Luthor to find some peace for the rest of the night.

Shoutout to @femaleheroes​ for the amazing GIF! 

[chairhere]

So now a lot of my social feeds have to do with queer partnered dancing pairs Right after reading all of THE dwts au. Two femmes dancing the tango? Yes please. Two mascs waltzing? Uh, yeah! Mixed presentation? Mmmhummm you know it baby.

[cardcaptorsakura96]

[marinawolf]

an angsty but somewhat cute supercorp first kiss 😚 fic to make the rest of the week better ❤️

Finally (Supercorp)

by marinawolf

Three times Kara wants to kiss Lena, and one time she does.

-the first time she didn't

The elevator doors slid open to Lena's penthouse, and Kara stepped out, holding a bag of take-out pasta in her hands. She had been looking forward to this evening, to spending quality time with Lena, her best friend. With a hopeful smile on her face, she walked deeper into the penthouse, only to freeze in her tracks as she caught sight of Lena in the kitchen.

Lena, still dressed in her work clothes, stood near the counter where two wine glasses had been set out, a bottle of wine in one hand and a corkscrew in the other. Kara's breath hitched in her throat as her eyes traveled up Lena's figure. The black suit hugged Lena's form perfectly, emphasizing her elegant silhouette. The unbuttoned top of her black button-up shirt revealed a tantalizing glimpse of her collarbone.

Lena's hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, emphasizing her sharp features and highlighting the graceful curve of her neck. Kara's gaze traced the lines of Lena's face, the subtle edge of her jawline, and the way her lips parted slightly as she focused on opening the wine bottle. She was captivated by the intensity in Lena's blue-green eyes. Those eyes never failed to leave Kara spellbound.

Unbeknownst to Lena, Kara watched silently. As Lena fidgeted with the corkscrew, her fingers moving with innate grace, Kara's heart pounded in her chest. She was helplessly in love with Lena, and the sight of her like this, so effortlessly alluring, intensified her feelings to an unbearable degree. In that moment, Kara's mind wandered into forbidden territory, as she allowed herself to imagine what it would be like to slip her arms around Lena's slender waist, to press her lips against the soft skin of Lena's neck. But it remained nothing more than a fantasy, a yearning she buried deep within herself.

Suddenly, as if sensing Kara's gaze on her, Lena looked up, and a stunning smile spread across her face, causing Kara's heart to flutter. "Kara," she breathed, "hi." Kara snapped out of her reverie of admiration and smiled back at Lena, holding up the food.

"I got your favourite."

Lena's eyes gaze fell on the bag in Kara's hands, and her smile widened, causing the little dimple in her cheek to show up. That smile always made Kara's heart stop. 

"Kara, L'Ultima Cena is in Metropolis! How did you get this?" Her voice carried a hint of awe.

The truth was that Kara had flown to Metropolis to get Lena's favourite pasta just to see that smile on Lena's face. But she didn't dare tell Lena that. With a bashful shrug, she said, "I was visiting Kal-El today, and I happened to pick it up on the way back."

Lena stepped closer, her eyes shimmering with appreciation, and placed a gentle hand on Kara's arm. "Kara, that means the world to me. Thank you." 

For a brief moment, Kara considered baring her soul, revealing the depths of her love for Lena. But the fear of ruining their friendship held her back, and she took a step back, distancing herself both physically and emotionally. "Oh, it's nothing, really."

They settled in for dinner, as Lena poured the wine and Kara unpacked the take-out, carefully transferring the pasta to plates. The atmosphere was warm and cozy, yet Kara couldn't shake the undercurrent of longing that pulsed beneath the surface.

As they began to eat, Lena launched into a discussion about work, her brows furrowed with a mix of determination and frustration. "I've been trying to acquire this company," she explained, her voice tinged with a hint of exasperation. "But the board is giving me a hard time. I have a meeting with them later this week, and I'm concerned it won't go in my favour."

Kara listened attentively, always enraptured by anything Lena had to say. She reached across the table, placing her hand gently on Lena's. "Lena, you're brilliant. You'll be fine. And anyway, who can resist Lena Luthor?"

Kara couldn't help but notice that a faint blush dusted Lena's cheeks, though she quickly dismissed it, not wanting to read too much into the fleeting moment. Lena squeezed Kara's hand, a gesture of appreciation.

Their conversation shifted, and Lena's tone turned lighter as she inquired about Kara's romantic life. "So, Alex mentioned that Mon-El has been around a lot. How's that going?"

Kara's heart sank at the mention of Mon-El, her mind filled with the unspoken truth that she longed to reveal. But she composed herself, a smile masking her inner turmoil. "We've been on a few casual dates," she admitted, her voice lacking the enthusiasm Lena might have hoped for. "But I'm not sure if it's what I want."

Lena leaned back in her chair, her expression intense as she regarded Kara. “And what do you want, Kara?”

You, Kara thought I want you. But she didn’t dare utter those words and instead, she shrugged. “I’m not sure.”

She saw Lena’s intensity falter slightly, but Lena quickly covered it up before Kara could really think about it.

"Kara, you'll only know if you try,” she said, taking a sip of wine, “And besides, Mon-El is cute and sweet. He may just make you happy."

Kara's heart ached at Lena's words, knowing that the very thing that would make her truly happy sat before her, just out of reach. She mustered a smile, her voice filled with a touch of melancholy. "You're right."

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Kara's steps were slow and reluctant as she made her way towards the elevator, not wanting the evening to end. Every fiber of her being longed to stay, to linger in Lena's presence for just a little while longer. 

As she reached the elevator, Lena followed closely behind, their footsteps echoing in the quiet entrance hall. A mixture of reluctance and longing washed over Kara, a whirlwind of emotions that threatened to consume her. Before she could step inside, Lena's arms enveloped her in a tight embrace, their usual goodbye, their bodies pressed together in an intimate closeness.

Kara's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding against her chest. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to savor the moment, to commit it to memory. Lena's embrace felt like home, a place where Kara's heart found solace, if only for a fleeting instant. The soft touch of Lena's face against her neck sent shivers down her spine, and the scent of Lena's perfume filled her senses, intoxicating and enticing.

Reluctantly, they pulled apart, the embrace ending all too soon. Lena's fingers lingered on Kara's arm, and Kara frowned, confused at the lingering touch. She offered a soft smile, her eyes reflecting a longing that she dared not vocalize. As the elevator doors began to close, Kara held Lena's gaze, the ache in her chest intensifying with each passing moment.

The doors sealed their separation, leaving Kara alone in the enclosed space, her thoughts consumed by the desire she dared not act upon. She pressed a hand against her racing heart, her mind flooded with the image of what could have been. She could have closed the gap between them in an instant, but she had stopped herself. 

-the second time she didn't 

The next morning unfolded in the familiar setting of Catco, where Kara could see Lena immersed in the demands of the office, orchestrating the intricacies of her work. Meanwhile, Kara found herself seated at a desk among other reporters, engrossed in the layout for the upcoming issue. Inevitably, her gaze would wander across the bullpen, drawn irresistibly to Lena's presence. And each time their eyes met, Lena would gift her a smile that sent Kara's heart into a frenzy.

Amidst the buzz of the newsroom, Lena gracefully approached Kara, her steps purposeful yet filled with a tenderness that only they shared. As Lena settled on the table in front of Kara, her touch sent a jolt of electricity through Kara's arm. Clad in a mesmerizing white silk shirt, Lena gave off an effortless elegance that rendered Kara breathless.

"Hello, Kara," Lena greeted, her voice carrying a mixture of familiarity and unspoken yearning. The world around them seemed to fade into the background as Lena's presence enveloped Kara's senses. "Have lunch with me?"

Kara mustered a smile in return, her heart pounding against her ribcage as she nodded. She was usually good at keeping up the facade of friendship, hiding her true feelings, but lately, she found it harder and harder to be in Lena's presence. Every time she set eyes on Lena, her feelings threatened to spill out of her.  

They ventured across the street to a quaint café, and Lena surprised Kara by sitting next to her in the booth, instead of opposite her. But Kara knew that it was probably because Lena didn't want to face away from the window. Still, it felt intimate, and did no favours to Kara's heart. 

As they settled in, Lena looked at her.

"So, have you decided about another date with Mon-El?" she asked, her eyes searching Kara's face for answers.

Kara's heart sank again at the mention of Mon-El, realizing the painful truth behind her intentions. She replied, "I might go on another date with him, just to see if there's anything there."

The admission hung in the air, heavy with the weight of Kara's unspoken turmoil. She knew she sought solace in the familiarity of a nice guy like Mon-El, an attempt to bury her longing for Lena beneath the guise of a relationship with someone else. The internal battle raged within her, torn between the fear of unrequited love and the knowledge that she was being extremely unfair to Mon-El.

In that moment, something shifted in Lena's gaze, a flash of intensity that sent a surge of hope coursing through Kara's veins. Lena leaned in slightly, her eyes fixated on Kara's lips, a magnetic pull that threatened to close the gap between them. Kara couldn't resist the urge to close that distance between them. But fate had a cruel sense of timing, as the intrusion of the waiter shattered the fragile bubble they had created. The spell was broken, and Kara instinctively moved away, introducing a physical distance that mirrored the emotional walls she had forced herself to put up. 

They placed their orders, and as the waiter departed, Kara couldn't help but notice his lingering gaze upon Lena's figure, a surge of possessive jealousy coursing through her veins. 

-the third time she didn't 

Kara worked late that night, and was the last of the reporters to leave. Noticing the time, she decided to go upstairs and grab her stuff before retiring for the night. She entered the elevator. The doors opened, and her footsteps faltered as she reached the main floor of the now empty office. Kara's heart sank as she stood frozen. There, in the midst of her own turmoil, she stumbled upon a scene that felt like a dagger piercing her heart. Lena and James stood in Lena's office, their eyes on each other. James held Lena's hand in his own, his eyes soft. Her gaze fixated on their hands, a sight that ignited a surge of jealousy she had long suppressed. The luminous smile adorning Lena's face as she looked up at James was a painful contrast to the ache that consumed Kara's soul. She listened, unable to tear herself away and cursing her super hearing, as their conversation unfolded before her, each word chipping away at her fragile hope.

James, his voice tinged with anticipation, uttered the words that sliced through Kara's heart. "Okay, so I'll pick you up at eight tomorrow?" he said, his tone carrying an undeniable sense of excitement. Lena's response, a soft affirmation, reverberated in Kara's ears, each syllable like a dagger twisting deeper into her wounded heart. "Yes, perfect."

As James exited Lena's office, he greeted Kara and entered the elevator, a foolish smile etched upon his face. Kara forced herself to meet his gaze. She mustered a strained smile in return, masking the turmoil raging within her. Her mind raced with questions and doubts.

Unable to stop herself, Kara barged into Lena's office, her emotions overriding any sense of reason. Lena looked up in surprise at Kara's sudden intrusion and greeted her with a questioning tone, "Kara, hey. What are you still doing here?"

Ignoring Lena's inquiry, Kara forged ahead, attempting to conceal her swirling jealousy beneath a facade of composure. "You're going on a date with James?" she blurted out.

Lena's smile remained unyielding as she took a step closer to Kara, their proximity sending a surge of conflicting emotions through Kara's veins. "Of course, you heard," Lena replied, and Kara could swear that her words were laced with a hint of challenge. "He asked, and I said yes. Who knows? Maybe it'll be great. He's a nice guy."

Kara's heart quickened, her senses hyperaware of the charged atmosphere enveloping them. Lena's gaze dipped momentarily to Kara's lips. The allure of that moment, the temptation to lean in and close the distance between them, tested Kara's resolve.

But fear, like an unwelcome intruder, seized control, urging her to step away and regain her composure. With a measured effort, Kara composed herself and forced a steady tone. "Yeah, he's a great guy. I'm happy for you, Lena."

Her voice masked the heartbreak that threatened to engulf her, concealing the longing and unspoken desires that lay beneath the surface. Kara bid a hasty retreat from Lena's office, leaving behind pieces of her shattered heart in her wake.

-the first time she did 

Kara spent the entire day in a state of despair, dreading the evening when James and Lena would go on their date. She deliberately avoided Lena, unable to bear the ache in her heart. As the night approached, Kara found herself seeking solace in a bottle of alien alcohol, its captivating blue hue calling to her. She drank alone, feeling a slight buzz as the alcohol coursed through her veins. Thoughts of Lena and James consumed her mind—their hands entwined, the possibility of a kiss at the end of the night, Lena's radiant smile directed at him. Jealousy surged within Kara, the mere thought of James touching Lena becoming unbearable.

In her intoxicated state, Kara couldn't bear the thought of not trying at all. With a mix of determination and impulsiveness, she leaped off her balcony and flew to Lena's penthouse, her heart pounding. Kara landed on Lena's balcony and immediately banged on the door, her emotions raw and unfiltered. Lena, in the midst of putting on an earring, opened the door with a look of confusion etched on her face.

"What are you doing here, Kara?" Lena asked, her voice laced with bewilderment. "Is everything okay?"

Breathless and desperate, Kara looked into Lena's eyes, captivated by the stunning black dress she wore. Her words spilled forth in a rush, "Don't go tonight. Please, Lena, don't go on a date with James."

Lena's eyebrows raised in surprise. "Why not?" she inquired, her tone tinged with curiosity and a hint of challenge. She took a step closer to Kara, their proximity electrifying the air between them, "Why shouldn't I go on a date with James, Kara?"

Struggling to find the words, Kara felt her heart pounding in her chest. Without overthinking, she did what she should have done long ago. In an impulsive move, Kara crashed her lips against Lena's, pouring every ounce of her longing, affection, and desire into that single kiss. It was a passionate, breathtaking moment—an outpouring of emotions that had been suppressed for far too long.

Lena responded immediately, her hands finding their place on Kara's waist, as if they had always belonged there, pulling her closer. Time seemed to stand still. Kara couldn't believe that she was kissing Lena and that Lena was kissing her back, their lips moving in a synchrony.

Lena's lips were a revelation to Kara. The taste of her, a perfect blend of whiskey and sweetness, consumed Kara's thoughts, erasing any doubts or fears that had plagued her. She was lost in the sensation, unable to believe that this long-awaited moment was finally happening.

Every tender brush and urgent press of their lips was an act of longing and release, a culmination of unspoken desires that had silently pulsed between them. 

In that intoxicating kiss, Kara found solace and fulfillment. It was as if a weight had been lifted from her heart, replaced by a sense of completeness she had yearned for but never thought possible. The touch of Lena's lips against hers unleashed a flood of emotions she could no longer contain.

Time seemed to stand still as their kiss deepened, fueled by longing and unspoken declarations of love. Kara's hands instinctively sought the contours of Lena's body, pulling her closer. Kara reveled in the moment, her mind buzzing with euphoria, unable to comprehend the sheer intensity of the emotions rising within her. This was real, tangible, and more beautiful than any dream she had ever dared to imagine.

Reluctantly, they eventually pulled away, their breaths mingling in the space between them. Lena's voice, barely above a whisper, broke the silence.

"Took you long enough," she uttered against Kara's lips, a trace of playfulness in her tone.

[commander-heart-eyes]

Some cover art for my story:

Extra! Extra! Read All About it: Lena Luthor cheats on girlfriend with Supergirl?

Before Lena can hand over her credit card, Andrea is giving the barista her own with a, “It’s on me.” She turns to Lena with a cheeky smile. “It’s the least I can do, you know, for stealing your girlfriend.”

“Excuse me?” Lena gapes.

“Oh.” Andrea’s teasing smile is replaced with a confused eyebrow raise. “You didn’t know?” she asks with a small frown.

“Didn’t know what?” Lena practically snaps, feeling her patience thinning.

She hears an "oh shit," somewhere to her right and realizes that half the customers are watching them with bated breaths. One woman near the back even has the audacity to take a few photos. Lena gives all of them her signature Luthor glare, and with a twinge of satisfaction on Lena's part, they advert their eyes and find their respective phones quite interesting.

OR: National City’s newest and hottest couple deal with their personal lives being broadcasted to the whole world.

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