#supergirl drabbles

[harleychick91]

Writing these ficlets are so fun!

Check out chapter 5 on AO3

[olailamajnoon]

Kara Zor-El was sneezing out into a clump of tissues what sounded like heavy glutinous nasal discharge.

Clark was looking at her without much sympathy. The rest of the Justice League were looking at Kara with fascinated revulsion.

"You have a cold," Bruce observed.

"You are the world's greatest detective!" Kara replied, awed.

"How," said Bruce. "How did this happen."

"She was exposing herself to Kryptonite," said Clark, turning to Kara with a look that said she deserved every bit of what she was going through.

"To build my resistance!" said Kara." I'm not going to be vulnerable to and at the mercy of a puny green element!" She sneezed again for a long time into the napkin, and by the time she was done the entire Justice League looked faintly like they were about to throw up their breakfasts.

"So your compromised immune system got infected by an Earth virus," said Bruce calmly.

"He's a brilliant man," said Kara, turning to Clark. "I can see why you keep him around."

"If you die," said Clark, "don't you dare come haunt me. Let the record show that I tried to dissuade you from hurting yourself."

"Ghosts don't do rules. I will come haunt both of you," said Kara, pointing at Bruce and Clark. "Just for shits and giggles, and because I can."

Bruce was giving her a Look.

"Hey, don't you dare look at me like that!" said Kara. "It's not my fault I don't feel safe around you, Mr. Contingency Plans Consisting Mostly of Kryptonite."

Bruce was still staring at her, saying nothing.

"He's still giving me the Look," Kara said, pointing and turning to Clark. Clark opened his mouth and closed it.

Kara sneezed again, noisily and moistly.

"Take your disgusting mucus-filled sinuses elsewhere," Bruce snapped.

"Don't tell me you're a germaphobe." Kara smiled serenely.

"I'm an idiot-phobe," said Bruce.

Kara sighed. "I just want to be a better fighter. A better...whatever it is I do. If I get taken down everytime by a green glowy rock, it just...sucks."

Bruce steepled his fingers and leaned forward, and began talking earnestly. "When you joined the League, you signed a few papers, making your health and well-being a League monopoly. You do not own your person anymore. Your body is a Justice League asset, and what that means is, you cannot hurt yourself—for any reason—without permission from the team. You do not so much as stub your toe without our say-so."

"That sounds deeply disturbing," said Kara.

"If you find it deeply disturbing, you are free to leave." Bruce's mouth was firm. Kara turned to look at Clark. Clark was looking at the table.

"Clark?"

"It's one of the by-laws," Clark said finally. "Technically the Justice League can hold you responsible for any self-harm. That's why I told you to read the papers before you signed them."

"What?!"

"Now the JLA can sue you for damages to League property."

"I don't—I don't even have a legal presence, oh my god!"

"So, Kara," said Bruce, frowning. "What's it going to be? The door or the rules?"

"I wanna punch you both so bad right now!"

"Understandable," Bruce said. "But ultimately your health is a priority. You're not to do this again."

"I have to second that, Kara," said Diana softly. "If you had mental health issues that would be one thing. But you did this not to escape from any pain, but simply to...I don't know, prove yourself?"

Kara's face was white. "You people," she said finally, "are the world's biggest arseholes."

Hal Jordan huffed a laugh. "We can sue you though. So knock it off."

"I guess I have no choice?" Kara said hesitantly.

"None whatsoever," said Bruce. "The next incident of you injecting Kryptonite into your body, you will be suspended."

"Indefinitely," said Diana. "We are not a group of friends who hang out in silly costumes. We are a team, with definite goals and objectives. The fate of humanity very often lies in our hands. Being vulnerable isn’t a weakness, not trusting your team is."

Kara felt guilty and relieved at the same time. The Kryptonite was humming in her blood. Weakness. "Fine," she said, sulkily. It wasn't worth it, getting kicked from the League just to be a cold-ridden Kryptonite-laden corpse.

"You'll have to do better than fine," said Hal gently. "Give us your word. No more idiotic experiments."

"I give you my word, dipshits," said Kara bitterly, and looked at Clark.

Clark looked relieved. "You'll be fine, Kara. It's okay to feel...like you've got to carry the whole world's weight on your shoulders. But sometimes you gotta let go, kid."

"Letting go is the story of my fucking life!" Kara snarled. She got up and tottered out of the room, slamming the door in her wake. The sound echoed silently for a while.

"So," said Hal once she was gone. "Whose brilliant idea was it to come up with that bullshit? About that clause in those documents?"

"She was hurting herself," Clark said dimly.

"And I knew," says Bruce, "that she wouldn't listen to reason. She needed a compelling...threat."

"You fucking a-hole control freak," Hal muttered.

"But Bruce, what if she goes searching the contracts for those by-laws?" asked Barry timidly.

"It's a long afternoon for me," said Bruce, holding up a sheaf of papers, "of retroactively editing signed documents."

"You mean forgery," said Diana.

Bruce smiled grimly. "Potato po-tah-to."

"So, I'm guessing," said Hal, "that I can sue you for that time you forced me to take my League salary on pain of expulsion."

"You’d lose," said Bruce casually, getting up. "I have better lawyers."

[supercorpandbeyond]

"Happy Galentines day!" Came the excited chorus. Lena glanced up to see none other than Kara walk into her office, a bouquet and Big Belly Burger in hand. And Lena didn't know what it was, maybe it was the soft expression on the kryptonians face, or the way her hair fell over her shoulder that made her say it, point blank. Certainly, her style.

"Don't you think it's about time we transition this into tomorrow?" It was supposed to come out more teasing than it did, so precise it wiped the expression off the Kryptonians face.

"What-?" Kara began but Lena was already struggling to save her ass.

"C'mon, I literally filled your office with flowers that one year—" Lena remarked and honestly she didn't know where the confidence was coming from, but damn if Lena wasn't ready for more.

"And truly with our fight last year it felt like more than I ever wanted to admit. But if I'm here telling you it straight, or not straight in this case, Kara—" Lena was perhaps about to go on a tangent. But as if clockwork sensing that, the blonde had crossed over the desk so swiftly, and Lena was met with a kiss instead. And god, did it feel eager as Karas hand came to cup her cheek, flowers and big belly abandoned on the couch with one hand on the papers she had been looking at prior.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear something like that." Her breath was light and expression bright and yet every ounce it took Lena not to lose it.

"Hmm.. I could venture a few years, at the least." Lena easily teased because she knew the same had been true with her, as she continued,

"Trust me, I do not just buy buildings for friends or fill their office with flowers at one good article."

[grtmnick]

Lena Luthor had never taken a snapshot so quickly or candidly as she'd just done while hustling off the stage after announcing her spontaneous decision to move the newly rebranded L-Corp's headquarters to National City.

Her fingers sped through her phone's menus and in an instant she found herself adding the picture to a newly created contact. Without even intending to, she entered the name, "boyfriend material," and within the phone number field she'd input the word, "imminent."

With the draft contact card saved, she cursed herself under her breath for a relapse of chronic useless bisexuality.

[stayevildarling]

halloween/autumn with lena luthor ❤️🍁

lena is too busy really to care about the commercial aspect of halloween. when she finds out that you adore it however, she makes sure to spoil you in her way. will buy you roses regardless of that not being very autumny and more suitable for valentines day. will take you to the movies and hold your hand for the scary parts. will buy you a lot of candy and try her best to recreate some halloween recipes to spoil you. makes sure your place together is decorated and smells like apples and cinnamon. lena does everything for her little pumpkin, yet still in her own style

[fazedlight]

Mercy (character study)

Kal said he knew what it was like.

He didn’t. How could he?

Kara had choked down her anguish, hearing him describe his skirmish with a black mercy, as he tried to commiserate with her encounter. He had dreamt up this entire incredible world - just from his own mind, from fragments of knowledge learned in the Fortress, from the plant embedded in his chest - fantastical and new. On Krypton, he had a robo-dog named Brainiac, a beautiful wife, a son who loved pancakes.

Krypton never had pancakes.

Kara gave a sympathetic smile, pushing away the words she wished she could say. About how the black mercy had let her listen to her father’s voice say inah for the first time in decades. About how the black mercy had shown her the mother who had taught her how to pray to Rao. About how the black mercy had offered her the beautiful lands out her childhood window - all burnt to ash, long before Kal had ever formed his first memory. 

She didn’t lose a fantasy. She had lost her whole world.

And she hoped Kal would never understand that.

[madasateacup]

@dkgwrites prompted a 5-sentence fic revolving around Lillian Luthor and regret.

Lillian Luthor had a lot of regrets from her life. At its end, she came to regret more and more of her actions throughout. She'd picked the wrong child to back, even though Lena wasn't hers biologically. She'd gone too far. But at the end of her life, as Lena cried over the hand she was holding, she had peace.

[mae-kent]

Sometimes she lets herself think of home. Of a sky with no stars, an earth with no rainforests or mountains or swamps, only the enclosed plains of her little Smallville. A Lex who would smile and call her Lana and created her for no reason other than to save the world. It was such a beautiful lie.

Sometimes she tries to remember the years she spent in the ice. She wouldn’t have been cold, the scientists say she gave off warmth even in her sleep. She slept for years in the ice of another universe as her world died.

[dudewotheck]

writing prompt - kara and lenas first date goes wrong on so many levels.

@catwoman33100 thank u for this prompt, this was hilarious to visualize, hope u like

After finally, finally mustering up the courage to ask Lena out, and receiving a shy but vehement yes in return, Kara had settled on what she feels is a good and balanced plan for their first date - after she insisted that she’d take care of setting it up.

A picnic. Simple and intimate. Not at the local park downtown, no, at the regional one with a lot less foot traffic a little outside of the city. It’s scenic, with creeks and trees scattered all over - she’s actually been meaning to go check it out again after she chased down a bad guy through its landscape a couple months back. Not to mention, Kara sees the opportunity to finally showcase her food-making abilities (which are way better than her baking ones) remembering Lena saying something about how much she loves a good pasta salad. She just so happens to have a go-to recipe for that, amongst other things.

Kara gives her a time to be a ready, and a dress code (comfy-outsidey, in verbatim) revealing nothing else for the sake of a lovely, heartfelt surprise. She throws on her nicest pair of khaki shorts and a tank top/button up combo, gently arranges all the food stuffs into a cooler, checks the time and flies off to Lena’s balcony, goods in hand.

She’s already standing outside waiting for her when she lands, smiling so blindingly bright at her as she touches down. Lena’s got on similar shorts to hers, but her top is a light colored blouse that perfectly contrasts her own dark button up. The only thought that goes through her head is that Lena looks so pretty. That being said-

“You look so pretty.” Kara states wistfully, completely bypassing a proper greeting.

Lena chuckles, graciously taking the flowers. “Thank you. You don’t look too bad yourself, handsome.” She says quietly. They stand there blushing and bashful for a few moments before Lena decides to do some questioning, eyes falling on the cooler. “So, what do you have in store for me, miss Zor-el?”

Kara fawns at the use of her Kryptonian name, opening her arm that’s not carrying the cooler. “Grab on and you’ll find out.” With a raised eyebrow, Lena walks forward and wraps her arms around broad shoulders, Kara’s arm closing in around her. They’ve flown together like this a few times already to get to whatever destinations, and despite Lena’s distaste for heights, it’s a lot different for her when she’s flush against a warm, toned body. Kara takes off grinning to herself. Hopefully Lena’s impressed with this.

The first blunder happens 2 1/2 minutes into their 3 minute long flight, when they hit a patch of icy air that causes Lena to dig her nails into Kara’s back. The sensation startles her just enough to lose grip of the cooler, sending it spiraling to the ground below. The drinks, the pasta salad made with love, gone in an instant. There was even a hidden bouquet of sunflowers in there that she was gonna give to her.

“Kara, it’s okay. I’m actually glad it was the cooler and not me.” Lena tries to console her while they’re in line at her favorite sandwich place.

“But Lena, I made it for you - and, and there were flowers-“

The second blunder happens after they’ve taken their newly bought food to the park, finding a cool and secluded picnic table under a tree to set up at. Right as Lena is about to take her first bite, guess what happens? A bird. And its excrement. Perfectly placed on her sandwich.

It takes Kara a solid 5 minutes to convince her to take hers. She had a big breakfast anyway- ( a lie, she hadn’t eaten a bite of anything the whole day).

The third blunder happens when they’re walking alongside one of the creeks, and Kara spots a frog on her secret quest for wildflowers. “Oh! Oh wow! Lena, look-“ She takes a few steps toward it. “It’s a fr-“ And promptly trips over a rock and tumbles directly into the muddy stream of water before she can consciously do anything about it. So much for superpowers.

The fourth blunder comes seconds after, when Kara remembers herself and flings her body out of the water with haste, wiping mud off of her face as she accidentally bumps into a nearby tree. There’s a thud, and a buzzing sound, and then - oh. It’s a beehive.

There’s already screaming as she registers everything.

Wait, did Lena say that one time that she’s allergic?

A couple minutes later, at the DEO due to Lena’s insistence of ‘not wanting to be photographed like this’, Alex is being frantically greeted by a muddy, disheveled sister and a blotchy Luthor with still forming hives. “What the fuck happened you guys oh my god-“

“Bees. Lots of them. Antihistamines. Now.” Kara sounds like she’s hyperventilating.

“It’s a mild allergy darling, please relax.” Lena says, completely unconcerned with her own situation. “I’m going to be fine.” She pats Kara on her damp back as she heaves panicked breaths. “I didn’t think I’d need an epi-pen today-“ She adds on in a whisper.

Alex is back with the medicine within a minute and Kara is still working on her breathing. “What the hell were you guys doing to end up like this - hunting down Sasquatch?”

Kara and Lena speak at the same time. “First date.”

…

“WHAT-“

[sectofsupergirl]

The room is full of slick pods with curled up distortions of herself inside each one, staring back at her like some kind of nightmare funhouse mirror. The man next to her is filled with pride at the sight, and has started talking to her like she should be honored to be part of this.

He thinks she’s someone else. Maybe she is. How could she be so stupid as to think Lex really thought of her as an equal?

She’s been a weapon since her creation. Every time she tries to be a weapon for good, something redirects her in the wrong direction. The Eradicator twisting her intentions, Brainiac controlling her, Lex manipulating her, every time she’s tried to do good for Earth, something’s twisted her intentions.

[likeaspeedingarrow]

Day 1: Salt

The salt air teases your hair, my fingers trapped in its embrace. My eyes catch yours, the golden sand reflects back at me, teeth like pearls nibbling on the corner of the mouth that encases them and freckles dot your flushed cheeks at random intervals. The birds call out our song even as my lips find the tip of your nose, a gasp escapes you. Your hand finds the back of my neck teasing the bun my hair is swept up into. Everything feels so right. You call me your wonder woman, but my dear you have always been my Supergirl, together we stand. Frozen in time.

If you prefer to read on Ao3 this can be found here

Thanks for reading and thank you for the prompt @bluewonderer <3

[harleychick91]

The Awakening

I’m starting a new series on AO3 where each chapter is based off of a different SuperCorp meme I’ve seen online. They may have different ratings so please be aware and read each story summary. I’ll give credit to the meme creator if it’s on the image/I find them otherwise.

WarLord1981 and I brainstormed and wrote most of these together to create chaos, shenanigans, and maybe some emotional turmoil with happy endings.

Check out chapter one on AO3

[laysean87]

Supergirl needs help. She has an addiction to chocolate that's bad. Very, very bad. So on the way to a rescue mission, she goes to Green Lantern for his personal advice.

Based on an old picture that I have on here somewhere on Tumblr. If you've seen it before, then you know what picture I'm talking about.

Let me know what you think of this story.

[unamedica]

SUPERGIRL AU --

‘Lane. The name followed Vi everywhere she went, every story she uncovered, every lead she investigated—Violet Lane had quite the shoes to fill. But she was not her cousin: Lois. Vi was a PI, not a reporter… and she may have unintentionally discovered a secret the world would kill to know.’

~~~

It all began on a Thursday evening. 

Vi was punching her way through stubborn henchmen refusing to drop a name. Taking on more than she could. They wore ski masks with spray painted question marks on them: Riddler’s men. 

More like fanboys waiting to be noticed. 

Vi had one in a headlock. Her right gloved right hand was sore, but she could keep doing this all night if she had to. Young children’s lives were at risk. She investigated the wrong (or right) firm and fell into a hole of inhumanity.

But all of this had a head to run it all.

“All I need is a hint of a name. And I’ll find him.”

A man on the ground was laughing maniacally. Before Vi could turn around and react her head exploded in pain. Her vision blurred. 

Vi grunted when another blow came down. And another—and another. “Argh!”

“Who’s the bitch now?” A man asked, sounding overly confident.

Vi spit out a mouth of blood before rolling onto her back, keeping her arms raised to block her face. “You are!"

The group of men began kicking her. One even grabbed her by the throat and hauled her up—hoping to get cheap shots to her face. Vi squeezed her eyes shut and braced herself for the blows—but they never came.

She heard distant sounds of struggling and rope swinging through the air. “You know,” A feminine voice called out from the alley. “...for someone who swears they’re only walking the streets of Gotham at night for a lead… you sure know how to get your hands dirty.”

You, Vi thought.

A sudden gust of wind blew on Vi and she slowly lowered her guard—opening her eyes. Supergirl was leaning against the opposite building. The men were tied up to the posts next to her.

Vi smirked, or she tried to, “Yeah, well—these assholes deserved it.” 

“I don’t doubt that.” Supergirl slowly approached Vi then hesitated. “Are you hurt?”

Vi winced when she tried to stand up straight. She shook her head. “Nothing a bag of frozen peas can’t solve.”

Supergirl held out her hand. “Let me take you to the hospital. There’s one close by,”

Vi grunted and began walking in the opposite direction. “I doubt my insurance covers this.”

Supergirl was floating close by. “Then let me take you home, Ms Lane.”

Vi gritted her teeth, hating that Supergirl knows where she lives… where she hides from authorities (dirty police officers and corrupt Commissioners.)

“I can walk.”

“It's a 15 mile walk."

"I need the fresh air."

"Gotham is heavily polluted." Supergirl smirked. She held out her hand for Vi to take. "It will be much quicker if you let take you home. Give me your hand."

“I hate flying.” Vi whispered. She hated the sympathetic look on the hero’s face. 

Supergirl slowly lowered herself until she was on even ground alongside Vi. “I’ll walk with you then. I’m not leaving you here alone.”

So fucking perfect, aren’t you? Vi refrained from an eye roll and took another step before feeling her legs give up—but she never fell. 

Supergirl had the most gentle and secure hold around her. Vi hated how much she missed it.

‘Are you alright?’ the most beautiful voice asked, ‘Ms Lane, can you hear me?’ Supergirl asked again, but Vi’s mind was drifting in and out of consciousness.

“I think I hit my head.” Vi heard herself whisper before she fell forward once again.

Her body felt weightless and the air was suddenly much colder on Vi’s face. Instinctively she reached out to hold onto something and found a strong arm.

‘Are you awake?’ The voice asked again. Fingers gently brushing the hair out of Vi’s face.

All Vi remembers seeing was the great expanse of the sky without the pollution hiding its brilliant sight. Followed by long blue hair (always perfect it seems), but it was those eyes that held Vi still.

“I love your eyes.” Vi heard herself once again. Though it felt dream-like.

She wasn’t sure why, but Vi felt like she'd seen those eyes before.

[grtmnick]

Lena’s core quivered under the intensity of the super’s irate gaze.

Subconsciously, hungry emerald eyes followed the curvature of the blonde’s left shoulder until they landed squarely on bulging bicep.

The ravenette inwardly cursed her persistent useless bisexuality.

[lestisticpsycho]

Supercorptober Day 1: Wild

It's the little things in life that bring the most joy. Kara knew that. She loved the way the sunlight drifted through her curtains in the morning. The way her fuzzy blanket cocooned her in a lazy warmth. The smell of coffee floating in from the kitchen as the machine whirred to life. The sounds of the city waking up on a Sunday morning.

Kara loved it all. But the little thing she loved most was the way Lena's normally perfect hair looked so wild as she slept, snuggled into Kara's side.