#(like clearly here he’s feeling ~something~ and listening to Nia talking about the things she loves in such a passionate way

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The Unexpected Ch2- Explanations and Surprise Visits

K’uk’ulkan x Black reader

A/N: As promised here is part 2 of The Unexpected ❤️❤️❤️

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Returning to the palace caused my nervousness to return in full force. This was supposed to be a simple meeting. Get updates, or even requests, and relay them to Shuri, M’Baku, and the council. Not…this. How do I even explain this when it came out of thin air? Or when he’s who he is?

I walk into the lab to see that Shuri is definitely still here. Some interns linger around doing different projects, but other than that the lab is actually quite empty. I’d prefer to tell her in private but this is better than nothing. Taking a deep breath I walk over to her table and sit down.

“How did it go?” She doesn’t look up and I roll my eyes.

“Alright I suppose.”

She glances up at me but continues working.” You suppose? Where’s Aneka and Nia?” I shrug.” I told them I could take it from here.” That makes her stop and straighten up.

“Y/N.”

“Shuri.”

I give her an innocent smile as she gives me an unimpressed look. Alright, maybe lying to someone who you’ve grown up with and who can definitely tell when you’re lying or hiding something isn’t the smartest thing.

“You did meet with Namor, yes?”

“Yes, I did. Very interesting person when he’s not on a rampage or trying to kill anyone. He also gave me this.” I mutter placing the conch shell the god-king gave me on the table and clearly she is just noticing it.

Shuri looks at it for a moment before asking the interns and scientists that remain to give us some privacy. I wish someone would make an objection. Say that they can’t leave without finishing some theory or important project, but it never happens. All they say is ‘Yes princess’ before filing out of the lab leaving us alone.

“Usisi omncinci...” I wince and sigh.

“You’re going to get upset and I don’t like seeing you upset.” I murmur, refusing to meet her eye.

She comes to my side of the table and sits across from me turning my chair so that I’m facing her. Her face is serious yet encouraging. However, I can see the wary look in her eye. She’s not going to like this.

“He was…fine. Considering everything that’s happened. Charming even, but he had the strangest request.” Looking away from her I try to think of the best way to say this. Shuri is being very patient though and that helps a little. Best to just get it out.

I take her hands in mine. “ Apparently he knows about my abilities, finds me interesting, and wishes to court me.”

Shuri says nothing and I look at her cautiously. She wears no expression and I know I have to keep going.

“I didn’t give him an answer, I mean of course I didn’t. I just met him today. He has given me a week to consider things, but something tells me that he’s going to be persistent.”

Pulling away from me, Shuri stands.” I forbid it.”

“Shuri. Listen to me-“

“No. As your older sister I will not allow it.” She’s practically shaking with anger and I frown.” You’re only 3 months older than me, Shuri. I know how this sounds and believe me, I’m most likely going to say no. However, K’uk’ulkan said some things that have me thinking.”

Shuri says nothing and I keep talking before she can say something else.

“There are doubts. Some of them are the same ones that came to be when he first appeared. Others are birthed from his actions. All are valid, but if this alliance is going to work then we must have trust. We must believe in each other.” I pick up the shell and turn it in my hands, feeling how smooth it is.” There is far too much tension right now, and I fear that should you, or the elders, have some sort of disagreement with him then this whole thing will go up in flames. We cannot risk that happening.”

“You said you were going to say no.”

“I said most likely. I have a week to decide and I’m not going to speak prematurely.”

This clearly does nothing to reassure Shuri or even calm her down but she now wears that face she makes when she doesn’t like what she hears but knows it to be the truth. That gives me hope.

“You don’t have to be happy about this. I doubt anyone is going to be happy about it, but remember that at the moment it is simply a proposal. An idea. My decision comes at the end of the week.”

Exasperated, Shuri throws her hands in the air. “It’s archaic, Y/N! Who marries to form alliances anymore?!

“Do you have another option? I know I don’t.”

We know what the god-king of Talokan wants. He wants the knowledge of his kingdom and people to be kept secret. Protection and aid from Wakanda should they need it was also negotiated. Tensions are still too high though. Of course they would after Wakanda being flooded, but maybe this could be a good distraction for everyone. At least momentarily…

“This is ridiculous. We can look for alternatives. Treaties.” Shuri suggests as she puts on her necklace.

“Treaties are nice, but they are just as easy to break.”

Shuri pauses and raises an eyebrow. “You sound like you want to marry him.”

My eyes widen and I scoff.” Shuri! I-I’m being realistic!”

“Mhm. Let’s just go before the elders send the Dora after us. Or M’Baku comes himself.”

She grimaces and I laugh glad for the opportunity to change the subject.

“You still don’t want him in your lab?”

We make our way out of the lab and she chuckles.” Absolutely not. He’s still not used to technology and I don’t need him knocking anything over with his Jabari might.”

“Well don’t be too hard on him. I will make you apologize.”

With a roll of her eyes Shuri pulls me close and I simply smile. This isn’t going to be easy but I know regardless of my decision she will be the one I can count on the most.

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To say that the elders were shocked is an understatement. Once the meeting began and the news was broken to the council all hell broke loose. Everyone was shouting over each other and continued to do so even after M’Baku called for order. It took Ayo and the Dora to get control of the situation fully.

“First he comes here unannounced, demands we take his side, floods Wakanda, and kills our queen! You mean to tell me he now wants a bride?!” The elder of the Mining tribe, Zawavari, demands having yet to take her seat.

“What right does he have to ask for such a thing?” That comes from Amahle, the Merchant tribe elder. While she does have a point, things such as this are delicate and should be handled that way.

Shuri steps forward knowing her sister would rather hide away in her room than be under scrutiny of the elders.

“He does have the right to make requests and suggestions. Personally, I don’t agree with it, but I don’t think we have much of a say in the matter either. We’ve seen what he is capable of when he doesn’t get what he wants.” She looks to Y/N. “The best we can do is offer our support.”

That silences everyone. Namor has definitely made a lasting impression on those here.

Stepping forward, Y/N clears her throat.

“This is very sudden. Believe me, I know. Right now I’m not set on accepting his offer, but he has given me a week to come up with an answer..” I look around the room.” And you are right. I have no titles nor am I a princess. That isn’t why he has chosen me.” Taking a deep breath, Y/N mentally gives herself a pep talk.” I’m sure most of you have heard of my…interesting story, and the rumors. How I was found floating in a basket in the river and that my birth mother was a water spirit…”

“Yes. When I went to meet with Namor he said that he saw me when I was rescuing those who were pulled into the water. That is what has drawn his attention.”

There is more silence and Y/N shifts uncomfortably. Shuri squeezes her arm gently and Y/N sends her a grateful smile. She knows everyone is simply processing this and while Shuri doesn’t exactly believe in anything she can’t see or explain…She’s always been very supportive of her sister/bestie and helping her experiment with her powers.

It’s M’Baku who speaks next. His words finalizing what the young woman already knew.

“Well…We can do nothing except wait for your decision. Having such a union would be beneficial to this alliance, make it stronger, but you will not be forced to do anything that you do not wish to do.”

There are nods and murmurs around the room but Y/N could care less. Getting that over with takes a weight off her shoulders.

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After the meeting, which had gone longer than anyone really wanted, Y/N goes to her room. She asked Shuri if she’d like to accompany her but she insisted on returning to her lab to put some finishing touches on her suit.

Y/N reaches her room, promptly kicking her shoes off and sighing.” Thank Bast. Freedom.” She walks to the bathroom quickly taking a shower and getting dressed in an oversized t-shirt and shorts. She also makes sure to wash her face and brush her teeth. In her hurry to relax and have some alone time , she doesn’t notice that the doors to the balcony are wide open. Nor does she hear the faint sound of wings over running water.

Feeling refreshed, Y/N enters her room tying her braids back with a silk scarf. She’s so focused on her current task that when she finally does spot the intruder in her room all she can do is stare. In all his glory, and in the middle of her bedroom, stands the king of Talocan holding a box.

“Ufanele ukuba udlala ngam…” She mutters as her jaw drops.

“Hello, in eek'e.” He gives a charming smile that has Y/N’s heart pounding in her chest. There he goes again. Calling her his star…

“K’uk’ulkan…What are you doing here?”

Internally, she winces. She definitely didn’t mean for it to sound rude, she can also hear Queen Mother in the back of her mind scolding her, but judging from the way the god-king pays the question no mind he clearly isn’t offended. Instead, he walks over to her, taking her hand and kissing it gently.

“I come bearing gifts.” His voice is low, sending vibrations through her hand that tickle. His beard doesn’t make it any better. Holding back a squeal, the young woman nods slowly.” That is deeply appreciated my lord, but I haven’t accepted your offer. The week has only just started. If you’re trying to bribe me…”

Raising an eyebrow, the king of the underwater realm laughs. He finds the slight pout on her lips and the furrow of her brow to be quite cute and endearing.

“I assure you, this is no bribe diosa.”

Well by now curiosity has completely taken hold of Y/N. She allows him to lead her to the lounge chair across from her bed. As they sit, K’uk’ulkan makes sure to give Y/N some space so that she’s comfortable and so that they have room to face each other. He finds himself looking over her in awe. She is beautiful even in this…simple attire, but he will have to bring her dresses from Talokan. Reds, blues, and yellows…They’d all look stunning on, and off, her. That will have to wait though. Right now the god-king plans on easing her into this.

Y/N is patient but he’s looking at her as if he wants to worship her and devour her at the same time. Feeling her face growing hot, she clears her throat and squirms slightly.

“What is it that you’ve brought me?” Her voice is soft as she motions to the box in his hands.

As he lifts it, the box shines in the light of the room. It’s made of vibranium and carved with beautiful designs. What catches her eye though as a depiction of a woman with a snake on her head kneeling beneath the moon.

“I had this made after the first time I saw you.”

Her eyes meet his in surprise for a moment before looking back down at the box as he opens it revealing a choker made of golden cowrie shells.

“Oh! How beautiful.” Y/N smiles up at K’uk’ulkan moving closer to him.” This must’ve taken some time to make…Can you help me put it on?” She turns around moving her braids to the side to reveal her neck. Happily moving closer, K’uk’ulkan removes the choker from the box and unclasps it before leaning in close and placing it on her neck. With him so close it’s impossible not to take in his scent. He smells of a fresh ocean breeze which is one of Y/N’s favorite smells. It’s so comforting…

The feeling of a pair of lips on her shoulder startles her but an arm wraps around her waist pulling her back into the broad chest of the king of Talocan.

“Relax.”

Sitting like this, Y/N can feel the vibrations from his chest against her back. Not to mention that his voice has taken on a huskier tone that sends chills down her spine. Staying like this is very tempting and it wouldn’t be a terrible thing as long as they both behaved. That option quickly goes out the window though.

Another kiss is placed on her shoulder and Y/N is close to just taking her shirt so that she can feel the king’s lips everywhere. Something catches her eye though.

“Hey. Your ankle…”

Of course she knows of his battle with Shuri and how she managed to cut off one of his wings. She didn’t think it was like this though. Sitting up and turning to face him she pats his leg lightly.

“Can I see?”

The king narrows his eyes for a moment before lifting his leg allowing Y/N to put it in her lap. Gingerly, she shifts his leg getting a closer look at the wing. There’s nothing left except for a little nub. The skin around the area is a little red but thankfully not swollen. It was cut cleanly too, so it shouldn’t have any trouble growing back. She stands putting his leg down carefully.

“I’ll be right back.”

And with that she’s rushing off to the bathroom gaining a curious look from her guest. What was she up to? Her mind certainly wanders. He’ll have to find a way to keep her focused next time. She soon comes back with a bowel filled with warm water and a towel draped over her arm. Kneeling in front of the god-king, Y/N places the towel over knee and takes his leg once more before taking the bowl and slowly pouring the water over his ankle.

“Buyisela into ethathiweyo.” She whispers the water taking on a soft glow as it pours over the injured wing. A comforting warmth fills his ankle and the feathered serpent is in awe. He stays quiet not wanting to interrupt her…ritual but this only makes him want her more. When the water is all gone she gently dabs at his ankle with the towel humming softly.

“What did you do?”

Looking up at him, Y/N smiles.” That’s for me to know and for you to find out. Your ankle will heal just fine though.”

As she stands there’s a knock at the door that startles her.

“Y/N? I have mango slices.”

Shuri.

“Shit. She actually came up early.” Y/N mutters in surprise as she quickly puts the bowl back in the bathroom and throws the towel in the clothes basket. When she comes back the doors to the balcony are closed and K’uk’ulkan is gone. A fact that disappoints her but that feeling soon disappears when Shuri peeks her head inside the room.

“Everything ok in here?”

“Sorry about that. I was in the bathroom.”

Smiling, Shuri comes into the room with a big bowl of mango slices that makes Y/N laugh. Mango slices have always been a favorite of theirs.

“Where’d you get that?” Shuri moves closer to her looking at the choker.

Damn it. She forgot to take it off.

“Oh I got it from the market. It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

Taking the bowl from her sister, Y/N climbs into bed and pats the spot next to her before taking off the choker and placing it on her nightstand.

“It’s lovely. The colors match wonderfully with your skin.”

She takes a slice of mango and promptly lays on Y/N who sputters before flicking her in the forehead. Shuri tries to retaliate but with the bowl in the way it’s a bit hard so she opts for sticking her tongue out instead. This is how the rest of the night goes. Teasing each other and watching American movies. Just like old times.

That doesn’t stop Y/N’s mind from wandering. K’uk’ulkan’s wing should be healed by morning at the latest. She doesn’t use magic often but that was worth it. She still isn’t sure about courting or marriage, but she does know that she wants him to trust her. He’s done wrong but at least she’ll have backup no matter what her decision is.

Bast!

How could she forget?

Courting or not, there’s one person who could either make or break whatever is going on between her and K’uk’ulkan…

Her mother.

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Translations: Xhosa:

Usisi omncinci- little sister

Ufanele ukuba udlala ngam- you’ve got to be kidding me

Buyisela into ethathiweyo- give back what has been taken

Yucatec Mayan:

In Eek'e'- my star

Diosa- goddess

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Every Brainia Scene Ever: 4x19 [2/3]

#supergirl #supergirledit #brainia #brainiaedit #dreamdox #brainiac 5 #nia nal #querl dox #can you say ✨iconic✨ #he’s in love folks - give him an episode or so to properly realise it 🥺🥺🥺 #(like clearly here he’s feeling ~something~ and listening to Nia talking about the things she loves in such a passionate way #he’s pretty sure he knows what he’s feeling but he’s never felt it before so he doesn’t KNOW) #and then you have Nia essentially declaring her feelings for him on live television #what a freaking ✨queen✨ #like okay she didn’t know for sure that he was watching but it was a pretty safe bet all things considered #and even if he hadn’t been Kara would’ve known immediately that she had a very specific nerdy boy who thinks too much in mind #and look at his little smile immediately after #after all the ‘I never expected someone as amazing/beautiful as Nia Nal to be interested in me’ #he knows exactly who she’s talking about (and actually takes it how it’s meant 👀) #someone explain to me how they didn’t end up together at the end of this episode? #(especially factoring in Brainy’s flirting in the deleted scene 👀) #they’re clearly on the same page about their feelings and OPENLY so whyyy?? #(also @ all the transphobes who like to say that Nia is somehow tricking/lying to Brainy - #did you somehow miss this scene with Brainy watching as Nia proudly comes out as a trans woman to everyone watching? idiots 🤦🏼‍♀️) #mine #my gifs #otp: what does love feel like? #*ebs

[owl-with-a-pen]

We didn’t get much insight on nias breakup with brainy, like how nia was feeling through the whole thing! It was pretty upsetting. So how about an almost rewrite of reality bytes where Yvette takes nia out to a party to loosen her up, she gets drunk, and brainy comes to the rescue? Like takes her home, stays with her when she gets sick and takes care of her kinda thing. Thanks!

- Okay the word count speaks for itself but this one really got away from me. But I had to throw in all the angst I possibly could. Thank you for the prompt! x

Working under the oppressive eye of Lex Luthor grew worse by the day.

Brainy had always been a master at multitasking, and so he had never assumed it would be exactly there that he would struggle the most.

And yet, here he was. Trying his hardest to focus on Lex’s latest tedious task to keep him in check. After all, Lex Luthor may have very well believed Brainy’s impassive charade, but that did not buy trust. Only time and a one hundred per cent success rate would accomplish that.

To achieve it, distractions had to be eradicated. He had already made his excuses time and time again for not attending one of Kara’s famed game nights, and despite Alex’s insistence, he had not given in to any other form of group activity, either – especially those involving Al’s Bar. He needed to maintain a clear head, to do as his doppelganger had instructed; to protect his friends and their future, he had to rid his mind of them. All of them. It was imperative to success.

And yet, the moment his phone buzzed with an incoming call, Brainy’s heart leapt into his throat.

It was Nia’s name that popped up on his screen. Nia’s face. So jovial, so care-free. In the photograph, her arm was wrapped around Brainy’s shoulders where she had pulled him in for a last-minute selfie. She’d kissed his cheek just seconds after it had been taken, insisting it’d be an awesome couple photo.

He had meant to change that. Why had he not…?

He swallowed hard, focusing instead on his computer screens, relaying information back and forth between them. It was without passion, meaningless data that could be shifted anywhere whilst maintaining the same result. But, it still served a purpose, keeping him from his intestinal inclination, that gut instinct to reach for his phone and answer without a moment’s hesitation.

When was the last time he had heard her voice?

He had been keeping his distance where he could, maintaining a professional formality with her whenever he caught her in the field as Dreamer. He knew it hurt her, every time it hurt her, but he could not avoid his duties in as much the same way she could not avoid hers.

They were in effect destined to bump into each other. The only way Brainy could lessen that hurt was by avoiding conversation as much as possible, throwing up every wall he could think of, even if he had to stumble over his words to do so.

When Nia’s face disappeared, Brainy released the breath he’d been holding, letting it dust across his screens.

Then, his phone buzzed twice more.

Voicemail.

Nia never left voicemails. Not since he had ended things with her so abruptly, walking out of her apartment, refusing to elaborate, to offer her any kind of closure.

It was a calculated hurt powerful enough for her to abstain from asking questions; a necessary evil, and one Brainy would never forgive himself for causing.

He shouldn’t be doing this, his mind warned, but his thoughts were racing, derailing from all twelve tracks at once.

His hand was already poised over his phone. Before he could think better of it, Brainy snatched it up, connecting to his most recent voice message. He pressed it to his ear, pursing his lips in anticipation.

“You suck, you know that?”

Brainy flinched, the phone nearly slipping right from his hand. Nia’s voice was harsh, anger tinged with upset, but it was her voice. It could have been filled with all the fury in the world and Brainy would have still listened just as eagerly, if only for the chance to hear her again.

As the voicemail continued to play, Brainy realised that Nia’s words were slightly obscured by the heavy beats of music playing in the background, not to mention the loud chatting and whooping of people he certainly did not recognise. Brainy frowned. She must have been at some kind of party. Although, none of the voices present sounded as though they were talking to her specifically.

A nightclub, perhaps?

Nia wasn’t usually one for clubbing. So, why would she-?

“And y’know what?” Nia’s voicemail continued out just as harshly, cutting off Brainy’s train of thought. “Yvette’s so right, I deserve better than some guy who’s gonna leave me hanging, who leaves with zero explanation, and I- oh crap, sorry-” There was a scuffle, one caused by Nia knocking into a fellow patron if her apology was anything to go by. The slur in her voice was very evident, which led Brainy to conclude that she had been drinking heavily that night, enough to pick up the courage to call him.

His stomach lurched when he heard another voice in the background.

“Girl, what are you doing?” It was Yvette. Of course Yvette would have been the mastermind behind this apparent night out, likely with the well-minded intent of assisting with Nia’s mood.

Yvette’s voice grew louder as she came closer. “What are you- wait, are you calling him? No, no, you get off the phone right now, that’s messy as hell!”

Brainy was inclined to agree. Nia, however, seemed to have other ideas.

“It’s fine,” she insisted. “I-”

Before Brainy could hear anything more, the message cut off.

Brainy squeezed his eyes shut, clenching and unclenching his jaw methodically.

He shouldn’t do it. He shouldn’t be giving into gut instinct, not now, not-not ever. Not with so much at stake. He was supposed to be monitoring Lex’s movements, doing everything he could to keep a step ahead of whatever he was planning. So far, he had failed at that. And, if he continued to lose sight of his objective, he would only slip further still.

But, if there was one thing he could count on now more than ever, it was the Big Brain. Perhaps it was not that his skill at multitasking had been limited as of late, but more-so that he was not utilising it to its fullest extent. He could easily keep a thought track open for any updates on Lex’s data entry, could even continue development on the bug he was planning to slip into Lex’s private servers. For the moment, they were obstructed by a firewall even he was having difficulty breaching. But, with time…

Brainy’s fingers curled together, winding tightly around his phone. He had the room to deviate from his plans for one night. Besides, it would take mere seconds to get a lock on Nia’s GPS…

He had been trying so hard to keep out of her private business these last few weeks. The little he did know were only of her recent exploits as Dreamer that had been plastered all over the news. But, even knowing what she’d accomplished in such a short time, how capable she had become as a hero, it could not stop the worry that clogged so suddenly inside his throat.

He just had to know where she was, he rationalised. He just had to know that she was safe.

The moment her co-ordinates flashed in his mind, Brainy’s chest caught, lips parting. She was close-by, an estimated three minutes by flight from his current location.

He shouldn’t be doing this.

Brainy’s eyes scanned empty air, but beyond that he saw everything. The security for the club was rudimentary at best, and far too easy to hack. Nia’s most recent location had pointed her somewhere near to the club doors, which was only confirmed when Brainy linked up to the cameras out front, pinpointing her almost immediately.

Yvette was with her, holding up her weight as Nia slumped precariously into her side, nearly tripping down the club’s steps in an effort to remain upright. If it hadn’t been for Yvette’s guiding hand, she likely would have.

Brainy gritted his teeth. Just how much had she had to drink? He had never known Nia to drink so excessively, especially with how rigorously she had been training as of late. This was new behaviour for her, but not unpredictable. Brainy was more than aware of the many coping mechanisms one might find themselves adopting in times of emotional distress.

He had caused this.

He could fix this…

But he couldn’t, couldn’t - no matter how much his heart insisted otherwise, he could not give in. Nia wanted nothing to do with him, that much was clear from her message. And… Yvette was with her. Yvette would get her home safely.

But Yvette had clearly been drinking, also. What if something were to occur between the club and their apartment? Nia was disorientated, vulnerable, and with alcohol marring her judgement, her reaction timing would never match that of a clear-minded foe.

Brainy stood from his desk all at once, nearly toppling his chair in his haste. Fortunately, he was in a private office. Another upgrade from Lex. He swallowed down the bitter taste in his mouth; at least he could use this particular gift to his advantage.

He needed to get to Nia undetected. Immediately.

Brainy’s calculations had been - as expected - totally correct. He reached the club in no less than three minutes, giving himself ample distance to land so that no drunk bystanders might notice his arrival. Not that their likelihood of remembering any of this come morning was very high, but it was best not to push those odds.

The moment he saw her, Brainy’s world stopped moving.

Nia and Yvette were sat together on the club’s steps. It appeared Yvette had not been successful getting Nia all the way down them. Now, she was stubbornly trying to encourage Nia to drink from a water bottle she’d had stashed in her bag. Nia only turned away from her with a grimace, pushing her face firmly into her hands. Her cheeks were rosy from alcohol consumption, her dark hair beginning to thicken and frizz from the humidity of the club. The dress she wore danced with row upon row of sequins, glinting in purple and pink tones beneath the streetlight.

She was so beautiful it nearly caused a physical ache inside of Brainy’s chest.

Never had he wanted to go to her so ardently, to scoop her into his arms, hold her close and never let go.

But, he couldn’t. He was bound by his decision and, what’s more, he was the very cause for this entire situation in the first place. Nia was only in this position because of what he had put her through, and he couldn’t take that back. So long as Leviathan was a threat, he could not give up this ruse, he could not tell her the truth.

Even if he did… the acidic tone in Nia’s voicemail told him all he needed to know. That he may have well lost her for good by doing this. And he could barely stand to think it.

Again, a distant part of his mind queried why he was even here? Was this not already traipsing on incredibly dangerous territory? If Lex found any reason to distrust him, this logical and distant image Brainy had been parading would’ve all been for naught, and his Earth would meet the same fate as his female doppelganger’s.

No, no. Regardless of his decisions, the side he had been forced to take, he was still himself. In which case, there was nothing wrong with helping those that required his assistance, even if they hadn’t exactly asked for it. In that way, he could at least be there for Nia. If she would even allow it at all.

He hadn’t expected a warm welcome, but when Yvette recognised him from halfway across the club grounds, the look she gave him was practically poisonous.

“You,” Yvette sneered, wrapping an arm protectively around Nia’s shoulders. Nia only groaned, digging her fingers against her face. Yvette’s eyes narrowed distrustfully. “Voicemail didn’t cut it, hm? You know you broke her heart, right?”

“I’m… aware,” Brainy said tightly, trying his hardest to maintain the same collected calm he’d been offering the rest of his friends. Any slip-ups now could be the end of this ruse once and for all.

Nia had yet to lift her head, and so Brainy took that as his opportunity to remove his phone from his pocket, very clearly displaying the Uber app on his screen, making his intentions clear. “I can help get her home.”

Yvette snorted derisively, tightening her hold around Nia. “Uh-uh, there is no way I’m leaving Nia alone with your cheating ass.”

Brainy’s face fell. Cheating? Was that what Nia had told her? Or… or had that been Yvette’s own assumption of events? “I didn’t cheat on her,” he said, a little defensively.

“Please,” Yvette scoffed. “No one’s feelings magically change overnight unless there’s another woman involved.” She gave him a snide once-over. “She can do better than you.”

Brainy’s stomach sank, his eyes flickering to Nia, capturing every inch of her. “I… I have no doubt.”

It took some back and forth, but eventually, Yvette agreed to his help on the condition she came back to the apartment with them. Brainy understood that she hadn’t wanted to cut her own night short, but Nia’s health came first. At least on that, they could both agree.

Regardless, it was a very awkward Uber journey back to the apartment.

Nia didn’t speak the whole car ride, and Brainy began to wonder if she was lucid enough to understand her surroundings at all. She didn’t look up from her hands, and more than once Brainy considered that she might be doing it purposely, far too aware of who she was currently sharing a car with.

Although, the steadily worsening pallor of her skin pointed towards another, far likelier, possibility.

Which was confirmed the second they got into the apartment’s elevator.

The juddering motions of the small space was all it took for Nia to break her silence, cupping a hand desperately over her mouth.

“I feel sick,” she murmured into her palm.

“Hold off,” Yvette said gently, rubbing Nia’s shoulders. “We’ll be home any second.”

Brainy wished it could be him to offer Nia comfort like that, but he’d practically backed himself into the furthest corner of the elevator, acting as nothing more than a passive shadow to the night’s unfolding events. He dug his hands into his pockets, clenching them tightly to keep from reaching out to her, watching with worried eyes as Nia grabbed suddenly for the elevator’s rail with her free hand, swallowing thickly.

The moment the doors opened, Nia stumbled out, nearly tripping in her haste to exit. Brainy maintained his distance while Yvette helped Nia down the hallway, waiting awkwardly with his arms folded as she fumbled with the keys to the door. He hovered hesitantly outside the doorway when Nia broke from Yvette, rushing into the bathroom, although he noticed that Yvette was wary to follow her in.

When he caught her eye, Yvette grimaced, shaking her head. “I- I can’t, I’m a sympathetic vomiter,” she explained weakly. “If she hurls, I hurl.”

Brainy nodded his understanding, reviewing the door’s entrance as though it might swallow him whole. After a long moment, he ducked his head, stepping inside. “I can stay with her, if you would like,” he offered, quirking a brow. “After all, you are in need of rest as well.”

Yvette pulled a face, staring at him suspiciously. “You really don’t quit, do you?”

Brainy only shrugged.

“I’m keeping my eye on you,” Yvette said, which at first Brainy didn’t understand as an invitation. That was, until, she stepped aside, waving her hand in the direction of the apartment’s bathroom.

Brainy didn’t waste any time. He barely managed a breathy thank you before he headed the way Nia had disappeared.

Nia was curled around the toilet when Brainy pushed the door open, her hands pressed firmly against the rim. She hadn't appeared to have thrown up yet, but she was pale and shivering, her jaw clenched tight with discomfort.

The moment he was close enough, Brainy dropped to his knees, reaching out a hand hesitantly towards her, gauging her reaction. When none came, Brainy carefully rested the flat of his palm across her back. She didn’t try to move away from his touch; instead, with a shaky sigh, she relaxed against him, eyes fluttering shut.

And so, Brainy continued, boldly enough to massage his fingers gently and precisely around her spine, quickly finding a pattern that she seemed to appreciate. He rubbed her back in large, repetitive circles, filling the silence with the quiet crunch of sequins as they rolled lethargically beneath his palm.

It wasn’t long before Nia’s shoulders tensed up. Her chest convulsed and she groaned out, throwing her head over the toilet just in time before she vomited into the bowl. As expected, the contents of her stomach appeared to mostly be liquid, which certainly explained the dangerous level of her intoxication. Brainy remained exactly where he was, holding her back steady with one hand whilst studiously bunching Nia’s hair behind her shoulders with the other, tugging away loose strands that had caught across her lips. No sooner had he done so, Nia gagged again, squeezing her eyes shut as round two commenced.

Brainy continued to rub her back, murmuring soft comforts at her side, slipping between both English and Coluan. Nia had certainly picked up some of his native language in the months they had been together, but not enough for her to realise in that moment the weight of what he was telling her. Or, rather, what he wished he could be telling her - in a language she might recognise.

When Nia was reduced to dry heaving over the bowl, Brainy realised that her mascara had begun to run, bleeding black streaks down her face. The strain of vomiting could certainly cause such a reaction, but something in his heart told him that this was more than that.

He wished he could brush those tears away as tenderly as he once had, that he could reassure her that everything would be okay.

But how could he when he knew the probability of their relationship rekindling once the dust had cleared? How could he when said relationship was already in shambles, pushing them apart even while they were sat so closely together on the bathroom tile?

“Here.”

Brainy blinked out of his thoughts, turning his head to find Yvette stood in the doorway, trying very hard to keep her eyes away from Nia’s current condition. She held a glass of water outstretched towards him.

Brainy took it gratefully, lowering his head into a sincere bow. “Thank you.”

“You’re still so weird,” Yvette said, although for just a moment, he thought he caught a fondness in her tone. Then, she cleared her throat. “This doesn’t mean I like you,” she said quickly, heading back out into the hall. “Remember, I am one room over. You try anything, and I’ll-”

Her words were cut off by the slam of her door, but Brainy understood well enough the threat she had posed. He nearly smiled. If anything, he was glad Nia had a friend and roommate as protective as Yvette. She had been there for Nia in a way that Brainy had not been able to for far too long, offering her a shoulder to cry on, and a party to draw her mind away from the pain, if only for an evening.

Perhaps it hadn’t worked as Yvette had wanted, but Brainy hoped that even for a little while, Nia might have experienced something other than heartache that night.

When there was nothing but bile left in Nia’s stomach, Brainy took her shoulder, offering the water glass out to her. “Nia,” he said gently. “You must try to drink this. It’ll help-”

Before he could finish, Nia shot to life, slapping away his hand so hard that the glass’s contents sloshed down Brainy’s arm, drenching his sleeve.

“No!” Nia cried out weakly. “No, get off me, you jerk!”

Brainy let go of her immediately, shuffling away from her forlornly. He watched instead as Nia folded her arms angrily across the toilet bowl, pressing her forehead against the rim.

For a while, only her harsh breathing echoed around the small space. Then, Nia stopped, arms clenching as she squeezed her hands into fists. “Why’re you even here?” she croaked.

“You… called.”

Nia snorted. “That’s never stopped you from ignoring me before.”

Brainy’s stomach twisted uncomfortably. “You were in need of assistance,” he said instead, trying his hardest to keep his voice from crackling.

“What is this, Brainy?” Nia asked exhaustedly. She lifted her head, dark hair curtaining her face, but Brainy could see that her eyes were trained downwards, seeing nothing. “Why’re you doing this to me?”

“Nia—”

“No, no, you go radio silent on me for weeks. You don’t give me any explanation, you don’t talk to me, you act like I don’t exist. And you think you can just turn up now and- what? What do you want?”

Brainy’s eyes were beginning to burn. He blinked quickly, doubling down on the same toneless voice he’d perfected over the last few weeks. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Nia laughed, although it sounded more like a sob. She spat into the toilet, lips twisting sourly. “Well,” she muttered darkly. “I’m not. You broke my heart. And you can’t fix that.”

Brainy’s own heart felt as though it might shatter in his chest. He opened his mouth, only to close it again when he realised there was nothing he could say that might absolve him. He didn’t want to be absolved. Nia was right. No matter what he said, even if he folded and told her everything right that second, wouldn’t fix what he had already broken.

He didn’t try to touch her again. Instead, he simply knelt there, watching as she picked up the water he’d left out for her, drinking the half that hadn’t spilt over his sleeve.

When Nia didn’t appear to be in danger of vomiting again, Brainy walked her to the bedroom. He stayed a respectable distance from her the whole while, enough that he could steady her should she decide to fall. At the last few steps before her door, she did stumble slightly, and Brainy held his arm out to her on reflex. Begrudgingly, Nia took it, staggering the final distance down the hall.

Nia let go of him the moment her bed was in sight, practically falling against the mattress, uncaring of the uncomfortable and clearly not bedroom-appropriate attire she was still wearing. Instead, she curled up quickly beneath the comforter, hugging her knees close to her stomach.

Silently, Brainy set about placing a fresh glass of water on her nightstand, as well as retrieving a trash can from the bathroom, tucking it within easy reaching distance of the bed. When he was done, he stood there a moment, watching the steady rise and fall of Nia’s back, wondering briefly if she may have fallen asleep.

“You know the way out.”

Her voice was devoid of any care, and yet it was still sharp enough to cut a hole through his heart. She sounded so empty and drained, exhausted by the night’s events.

But, worse yet, she had been exhausted by him.

Brainy closed his eyes, a million and one apologies budding on his tongue, desperate to leave him in a fierce burst, to explain everything, to beg for her forgiveness in every language he knew.

But as always, logic won out. No matter how much he wished he could tell her, he couldn’t. Not unless he wanted to put his family’s lives in mortal danger.

And so, it was upon Nia’s instruction that he left her without another word.

It wasn’t until he was out the front door, halfway back towards the elevator, that Brainy’s chest hitched, his breathing jerking harshly outside of his control. He stumbled into the wall, baring his teeth as the first of his tears began to flow.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured to nothing. To no one. After all, he knew in his heart that those words would never be enough; no words would ever be enough.

The longer he kept this up, the more he knew with one hundred per cent certainty that Nia would never forgive him.

And that hurt more profoundly than any words she left on his voicemail ever could.

#supergirl #brainia #dreamdox #nia nal #brainiac 5 #supergirl: yvette #brainy #querl dox #my prompts #my asks #anon #my writing #this really. REALLY. got away from me. #but i really wanted to go more in depth about how the two of them were feeling throughout season 5 #supergirl fanfiction #vomit tw

[lemotmo]

911 4x14 - thoughts and rambles

Okay, I just watched the finale of 911 after I managed NOT to get spoiled all day long. I’m still proud of that fact by the way. I wanted to peek at spoilers so badly, but because work was so exceptionally busy I made it work. And I’m so happy that I had no idea what was coming.

I’m not one to write episode reviews or anything like that, but I feel the need to write down some of my rambling thoughts, because this episode really blew me away in many ways. It was like a good fanfic come to life. I have to admit that, when I opened Tumblr, I was a little surprised that, in between the positivity, there was still quite some negativity about this episode. All while I’m sitting here, still crying over that great ending with ‘Skyscraper’. So, let me get these random thoughts out.

Be warned! Spoilers and thoughts on the overall storylines from the episode, different characters and of course relationships between characters after the cut. Mainly Buddie positive relationship thoughts though, because this episode filled me with the Buddie-feels. 😊

1. The episode as a whole felt a little rushed. The sniper storyline wasn't well-developed at all. I think that probably has to do with the fact that they had to shorten the season because of—well, you all know why. Let’s not spoil my happy mood here.

2. Eddie and Buck and all the blood—man, that entire sequence of events with Buck rescuing Eddie was just *chef’s kiss*. And the way he was in shock and shaking when he was talking to Taylor. Such good acting by Oliver! Also, did Taylor call Chris ‘his son’? I mean—what? Even outsiders can see it now. The Buckley-Diaz family vibes are real.

3. Question: How is it that Athena seems to be the only capable police officer that actually does any work on this show? She seems able to do everything: patrolling, investigating, finding evidence without any problem or help, walking into a fire and shooting people… You name it and Athena Grant-Nash will do it. And other police officers just let her as well. Is there no hierarchy in this fictional police force? I love Athena to bits, but this was a bit too much for me, if I’m honest.

4. Maddie! Yes, she’s getting help. Thank God. Listen, I’ve been there, right after child-birth. There was no fluffy pink cloud for me either. Just a lot of greyness. I started talking to someone when I felt it was getting to be too much and it really helped. So hopefully, she’ll get through this eventually. I’m hoping that they won’t brush over it in S5. I want to see her progress.

5. Bathena. Man, those two. Such a strong couple. One of the greatest fictional couples out there. I’ve always liked Bobby. Hell, I started watching 911 because Peter Krause was in it and I used to be obsessed with ‘sports night’ way back when in the nineties. 😊 I just loved how Athena showed up and rescued her man in a direct parallel on how he showed up when she got attacked and he was ready to kill someone to save her. Couple’s goals, I’m telling you.

6. Nia was back! That is all! I loved that so much!

7. Albert wanting to be a firefighter felt a little strange to me, but okay. Good for him I suppose. I admit that I don’t really care about him that much. He’s not a character that really speaks to me.

8. Buck and Christopher. Pffff—THAT scene where Buck broke down and Chris consoled him that Eddie would be fine. I mean, yeah—they really pushed the whole ‘Buck is Chris’ dad’ storyline. And then Eddie went and actually made it official. What can I say? I cried— hard.

9. Carla’s little talk with Buck. So many parallels to last week’s talk with Eddie. I mean, the first thing Buck thinks about is Eddie when he is asked how he’s doing. I’m a firm believer that Carla knows there is something unexplored there, right under the surface. If those dumb boys would just figure it out already.

10. That brings me to all the Buddie. Oh man, this episode soothed my aching Buddie-heart so much. It was like reading a good solid Buddie fic. It was all there, the terror and heartbreak, the fear to lose the other, the ‘you’re not expendable’, the ‘I made you his legal guardian’… all of it.

In the end Buck and Taylor happened (I’m not really surprised there as it was a season finale and 911 likes to end that with happiness for everyone) and Eddie and Ana still seem to be together. At least Buck and Taylor acted like a couple and kissed. Eddie and Ana have this weird dynamic going on. A kiss on the cheek? Really?

I will say this: I didn’t mind Buck and Taylor getting together. Like— at all. It -weirdly enough- didn’t even phase me.

Mostly because I was reeling so hard from the infinitely much more powerful emotional connection that Buck and Eddie displayed. Buck saved Eddie, but in the middle of it Eddie was worried about Buck. Buck was not fine after he delivered Eddie to the hospital. He seemed broken. And then Taylor kissed him and ran off. She later told him ‘You didn’t chase me’ (or something like that) and I’m like— no, he didn’t, because right then Ana called him and he knew this would be about Eddie and Eddie will always be more important. He didn’t run after Taylor. He ran towards Eddie. There's something poetic about that. And then Ana stepped aside, and Eddie looked at him with the biggest most soft heart eyes that I’ve ever seen. He’s never looked like that at Ana. In the last scene, when he told Buck about the guardianship he looked so sure of himself. Then he basically told Buck everything he’s ever wanted and needed to hear. Buck told Taylor earlier that he never felt like he was enough. Well, Buck— Eddie just gave you his entire world (his son). You are more than enough for him.

As a single mother I can attest that it’s very important to think about what you want for your child if anything ever happens to you. You don’t take the decision of guardianship lightly. I’ve been there. I was Eddie. It’s hard to make the right choice. For him to make that choice—to make Buck, his best friend, the legal guardian of his child? That’s incredible.

Combine that with Carla’s question last episode about following his own heart and not Christopher’s. It seems to me that Eddie has seen the light and he’s started to partially follow his heart. He’s still not completely there yet, but if this narrative continues, I can see him breaking up with Ana next season, because he realises that following his heart means following Buck, not Ana. And of course, by then Buck will still be with Taylor and there might be pining. I’m all for that.

There were so many parallels between Buck/Taylor + Eddie/Ana and Buddie. Not to mention the clear parallel between Bathena’s storyline and Buddie’s storyline.

I just— I feel really good about this when it comes to romantic Buddie. Listen, I have nothing against platonic best friends Buddie and if that is your jam, you do you! But, for me, the narrative is clearly pushing us towards a romance. I’m getting some really good slow burn vibes here. So far it feels as if Buddie is still right on track with no signs of slowing down. Now, I don’t have a crystal ball or anything like that so I don’t know what the future will bring and showrunners can always change their minds if they really want to, but –in my humble opinion- there is no reversing this kind of emotional connection. If the showrunners really wanted to stop the ambiguity between Buddie, they could have easily done that in this episode. All they had to do was feature more Buck/Taylor and Eddie/Ana to strengthen their connection towards season 5. Instead they focused on the bond between Buck and Eddie and intertwined them even more in each other's lives. So yeah, personally I feel like this is clear: There is only one way to proceed with the storyline and that is forward.

I’m actually really excited for season 5! A lot more than I thought I was going to be two episodes ago. And now there's Tim with his cryptic little quotes about Buck and Eddie. Another thing to obsess about! YAY! 😊 It's a great feeling to start the hiatus like that.

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #Christopher Diaz #Athena Grant #Bobby Nash #911 fox #taylor kelly #and so many other characters #episode thoughts #911 finale thoughts #Eddie and Buck are Christopher's dads #it's canon now

[c-optimistic]

Hello! Supercorp + things you said when we were alone

It was Alex who suggested throwing a party. 

Lena hadn’t wanted it at first, still not quite sure where she fit in with the ‘Superfriends,’ but Alex had insisted and Nia had loudly proclaimed it would be the best party ever and even Brainy admitted he was excited by the prospect of a ‘normal evening’ with their friends. In fact, the only one who didn’t have an opinion about the party—its existence or lack thereof—was Kara. 

She was maddeningly silent, in fact. 

Oh, she helped with the preparations, insisted she be the one to take care of the food—

“I think considering I’ll eat most of it, I should have the choice as to what we eat,” she’d complained.

“Kara, it’s not your party,” Nia had laughed.

—was totally okay with having her apartment taken over for a day, and generally, was content with doing any of the hard labor Alex and Kelly insisted was necessary. The party would be spectacular, Alex had proclaimed, telling Kara to move the couch in her apartment for the sixth time, not liking the feeling she got when it was pressed against the wall. 

And when Lena asked what the party was for, exactly, Kelly had said it was a celebration of having the gang back together again—a celebration, specifically, of Lena, a proper send off for her since she was going to be working in Metropolis for the next few months and they wouldn’t be all together again for some time.

(“We’re not...useless, or anything without you,” Kelly had explained, smiling as she watched Alex complain to Kara that her apartment wasn’t as suited to this party as they’d thought. “But you’re indispensable, and we were lost without you. And we all missed you. You’re the witty, sarcastic one. Not having you around was hard. And it’s going to be hard the next few months.”

“For all of you?” Lena had asked quietly, her eyes on Kara. They hadn’t talked yet, not really. And Kara was still frustratingly silent. Kelly had followed her gaze, then reached out and squeezed Lena’s shoulder.

“For some of us in particular,” she had offered.)

And really, for the most part, the party was spectacular. Nia was slightly tipsy, and at one point she and Brainy disappeared for a few minutes, coming back and seeming far warmer with one another than before. Alex claimed Kara as her partner in literally every game, declaring that the Danvers Sisters needed a comeback. Kelly exchanged looks with Lena, a mixture of fond and exasperated, every time one of the Danvers Sisters grinned widely in victory. 

And then there was Kara. Kara, who seemed lost in thought when she didn’t think anyone was looking her way. Kara, whose eyes dimmed a little the moment Alex’s grins or Nia’s bright laughs or Kelly’s offers of food were directed elsewhere. Kara, who had looked over at Lena just once, her expression...broken. 

Lena wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, she wasn’t even sure if there was anything there that she needed to make something of it. Kara had a lot going on in her life. She was Supergirl, a reporter, her love life was confusing at best, and Lena had heard through the grapevine that Kara hadn’t seen her cousin’s son since she briefly held him what felt like centuries ago during Crisis. It would be the height of conceit for Lena to assume that Kara’s odd mood had anything to do with her. 

And yet...well. Kara was being so damningly, frustratingly, annoyingly silent. 

So, deciding to throw caution to the wind, Lena waited the others out, listening to them wish her luck in Metropolis and hope she came back soon, watching Nia go from tipsy to definitely drunk, smiling gratefully when Brainy offered to get her home safely. She pretended not to see Alex’s wink or Kelly’s knowing look as they also said their farewells. 

Once she was alone with Kara, she raised an eyebrow. “Well?” she demanded, pretending not to see Kara jump in surprise that she was still there. “Are you going to mope forever or are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” 

“What? W-what makes you think there’s something wrong?” Kara shot back, recovering fairly quickly, adjusting her glasses and turning her gaze to the ceiling. “There’s nothing wrong,” she denied, sounding like she was convincing herself, crossing her arms over her chest, and giving a little nod, clearly unaware she was doing it. 

It was inconveniently adorable, and Lena almost let the whole thing go. Almost.

“Come on, Kara. Do you want to leave it like this? I’m leaving for—”

“—trust me, I’m well aware you’re leaving,” Kara snapped, and her eyes were on Lena’s, the blue bright even behind her glasses. In fact, though Lena couldn’t be quite sure, she’d hazard a guess they were even a little bit...teary? 

“Are you—are you upset that I’m going to Metropolis? It’s not permanent, it’ll only be—”

“I don’t want to talk about this,” Kara interrupted, shaking her head, though her eyes still remained on Lena’s. 

“Why not? You’re clearly bothered. I want to know why. Everyone else seemed okay with it.”

“I’m not everyone else.”

Lena nearly rolled her eyes. “Kara, I know that. I just don’t—”

“—you’re running away,” Kara interrupted again, throwing her hands up in the air, then taking several steps closer to Lena, hands clenched at her sides. “You’re packing up and running away.”

Lena’s mouth opened and closed several times before she was able to find the word. “My company—”

“—you’re making excuses. There’s nothing in Metropolis you couldn’t do right here. You’re still angry, still hurt, and you’ve decided running—”

“—okay, stop,” Lena shouted, holding up a hand. It suddenly occurred to her that Kara wasn’t even a foot away. Just a few inches, and they’d be touching. “You need to stop and listen,” Lena said, raising an eyebrow when Kara looked ready to argue. “Lex did a number on my company. There’s a lot to take care of, and I’ve taken business trips like this before. It’s the cost of running a corporation like mine. I’m not running anywhere, Kara. I’m just doing my job. So do you want to tell me what this is really about?” 

Kara stared at her for a moment, looking lost and scared and frustrated with herself. She ran her fingers through her hair, let out a groan, and closed her eyes. “I don’t want you to go,” she said in a soft voice. “I just got you back. We’re just starting to....” She trailed off, blinking her eyes open, a crease appearing between her eyes. “I don’t want to lose you, Lena. I can’t. I want you here with me. I need you here with me.” 

“Kara—”

“—I know you have to work. So just...just promise me you’ll be back, as soon as you can? That,” the strangest sort of expression flitted over Kara’s face, “that you’ll give us a chance?”  

It was a very ambiguous statement. A very ‘open to interpretation’ request. And yet, Lena had seen this expression before. She’d seen it when Kara mentioned her relationship with James, with Mon-El. And a part of Lena dared to hope and her heart pounded in her chest. 

So she closed those last few inches of space, pressing her forehead against Kara’s, gently taking her hands and tugging on her fingers until Kara unclenched her fists. Lena squeezed Kara’s hands briefly. “I promise I’ll be back as soon as I can. I promise to give us a chance.” Lena watches as Kara heaved a relieved breath, as her eyes fluttered shut and she actually brushed her nose against Lena’s. “Better now?”

“Yes, much,” Kara murmured, her thumbs running against the back of Lena’s hands. “Thanks.”

“It was an easy promise to make,” Lena assured her. “I don’t want to lose you either, Kara. I hope you know that.” 

Kara’s brilliantly blue eyes opened, a wide smile appearing on her face. She nodded, almost as if unaware of it, then pulled her hands away from Lena’s to pull her into a tight hug, sighing when Lena’s hands clutched at the material of her shirt, when Lena tucked her face into her neck. 

“I wish I’d said something earlier now,” Kara said into her ear, and Lena laughed, holding onto Kara even tighter. 

#supercorp #fanfic #asks #anon

[handlewithkara]

@supercorpizgaybaiting​  heavily, but also not exclusively. It's not like Karadox or Karamel fans aren't also more or less secretly hoping that things could stil go their way or even Superdey fans were hopeful at some pepole. People are going to disagree what counts as subtext.

In the end, if writers put subtext there intentionally (and I know of at least one instance of a writer saying no in twitter to a claim about one of his episodes) then you don’t have to fight for your couple, the writers intend to do them as a couple anyway. However if the writers don’t want to do your couple because they are not feeling them, then they are not going to do them. And trying to force them is not going to lead to good results. 

Take let’s say Mon-El being given Kara’s necklace or Mon-El giving Kara his Legion ring. Would you deny that those are traditional romantic signifiers, the kind of thing that would make a fan expect that those signifiers will come back in a way? Same with the long look and little quirky smile Kara gave Mon-El in episode 100.  And yet at the same time there is a chance that they won’t be in a romantic context. 

Same for let’s say Karadox fan who for example saw something special in the recent Kara and Brainy balcony scene. 

Or who can point to a writer actually confirming that he wrote a Brainy scene back in season 3 as a potential tease of Karadox (the scene where Mon-El leaves the scene and Brainy walks in instead). Does that mean that Kara and Brainy have to end up as a couple? Because there is a good chance they won’t.

Because writers change, storylines change. There is no proof that something somebody wrote in season 3 was ever a promise that it would be back and even if it was meant as a promise it’s no proof that the completely different writers team feels any obligation to cash in the promise a writer who isn’t even with the show anymore made in season 3.

To me “baiting” is not a replacement for an actual storyline. If writers want to do a story, they will write that story. Point blank. 

The complaint here has always been that about the supposed claims of baiting has been that they have never been exclusive. Ie, some scenes have paralleled Lois and Clark scenes from other media but:

1.) The show literally starts out with the show co-opting and reinterpreting and reinacting traditional Superman, including Superman and Lois scenes redoing them with Kara and Alex. And yet you don’t see as many people insisting the show HAS to do romantic Kara and Alex even though the show literally starts out with them reinacting and reinterpreting two iconic Superman and Lois scenes (Kara saving Alex on the plane, kid Kara taking Alex flying). 

2.) A lot of supposed parallel scenes are really generic scenes that exist either for other characters on Supergirl as well (ie Kara saving somebody in a helicopter, Kara carrying somebody bridal style) or they also exist for Superman and non romantic characters. 

Again, baiting or supposed baiting is not a replacement for an actual storyline. Watch Xena and Gabrielle. Xena and Gabrielle weren’t baiting, it was writers writing a full fledged story that they cared deeply about. 

This is what writers do when they really want to do a couple but are denied by a network to make it explicit. They write stuff about a kiss that is necessary to the plot somehow. Twice! They write crazy scenarios where Xena and Gabrielle are turned into vampires and bite each other. They write crazy scenarios where the plot forces them to dance sexily with each other. They find ways. (and yes even they even though they agreed with the shippers about the importance of Xena and Gabrielle’s relationship, still disagreed with the fans when it came to weighing the importance of that story against the importance of Xena’s redemption journey)

I never bought the claim that the same constraints that existed during Xena and Gabrielle still hold true today or that they hold true on this particular show (does lgbt stories for other characters) or network (has tons of lgbt shows including multiple shows with lgbt leads). And with Xena and Gabrielle you can see what writers do exactly when they are under constraints. It was deep, heartfelt storylines with lots of screentime not arguments about what color socks the characters are wearing. 

Kara recently had a line within the show “Who cares about the ratings?” and I’m pretty sure that this is actually reflective of how the writers of the show feel right now. They know that doing social awareness stories about a black lesbian or a trans superhero maybe are not going to get them the gangbuster ratings, but they are going to do it anyway because at this point they don’t care about the ratings and it is something they firmly believe is the right thing to do. It is something they are passionate about. 

If they are not writing couple X, then so me that per se implies they are not passionate enough about them. And you can’t force love. You can’t force them to be passionate about it. Either they are feeling or they don’t. 

There are a lot of instances where people read things into a situation and they shouldn't have.

See the only thing I disagree with here is whether the onus on that is on the audience or on the writers. Especially when I would argue there are tons of cases where fans clearly ignore “anti-bait” moments. ie the show returns and Lena is busy with Lex while Alex is the one obssessed with bringing back Kara. Everybody has a nightmare and Lena’s has nothing to do with Kara. Kara and Lena’s reuinion is not a topic at all where Kara first reconnects with the group. . Lena has her soulful conversations with Nia, not Kara. The writers actually can have gone to considerable lenghts to give them the barest minimum to still consititute a storyline that is part of the show and yet people still insist that a moment was baiting. Completely ignoring the context. Let’s hypothetically imagine a world where the writers genuinely don’t want to write them as a romance, but still genuinely want to write them as a meaningful friendship? Where they appreciate Lena as part of the show, they just don’t appreciate her in the future love interest way. Where they still want to write scenes about Lena doing cool and badass scenes, they are just not interested in writing them as a romance. 

It just doesn’t strike me as fair that fans should essentially force tie their hands that they aren’t allowed to write any scenes, because no matter what scene they write, fans will insist that it is baiting, even if the scene actually doesn’t stick out compared to all the other scenes they write in a non romantic context for let’s say Kara/Alex, Kara/Brainy or Kara/Nia. 

Like let’s say a Karadox fan feeling the balcony scene between Kara and Brainy feeling unfairly like a romantic scene (comnig basically back to back with Kelly and Alex, a romantic couple sharing a balcony scene) completely ignoring the context that people having deep talks on balconies is kind of a staple on Supergirl and Kara has done then with a long list of other characters both characters she was canonically romantically linked with and characters she was never romantically linked with. It’s definitely really nice that Brainy is in the rank of people Kara has great balcony scenes with but that is hardly proof that it has to be read as romantic when Kara has had those type of scenes with J’onn as well. 

IMO the fight of the Lenashippers to me has always made more sense to me as “we are a big and loud fanbase, so you have to listen to us” rather than any claims of “we exclusively get scenes that are promises”. Again, if you were exclusively getting promises for your relationship, then you wouldn’t have to fight for it. It would just be the writers foreshadowing a storyline they are intending to do anyway. 

In the end, if the writers don’t want to do your story, they are not going to do it. If they are not feeling it, if they don’t see the characters, the potential in the same way, you can’t force them. If “I think we should do a bigass storyline about Nia reconnecting with her mom” is something they feel more passionate about than they feel about developing whatever other relationship, then they don’t feel that passionate about that other relationship, at least not more than they feel about “we should tell cool stories about Nia’s dream powers”. 

Because in the end, different people have different preferences and different likes. And you can’t force them to feel the same way you do about characters. There is roughly a million things I wish the show would cover in storylines and that will never happen. Like I think it’s pretty unlikely that the show will do a deep lengthy story on how Alex uses alcolhol in the few episodes we have left, or that they will do a deep dive storyline on Alex’s time before she joined the DEO. Because in the end, I have to accept that the writers just don’t see this topic the same way, just aren’t as interested in it as I am. They likely have a list of things they still want to tackle before the show ends and apparently those things I like or care about are not on that list at all or at least not high enough. 

You can’t force people to have exactly the same interests as you. 

[argylemnwrites]

Facts, Fibs, and Futures

Pairing: Mal Volari x MC (Raina - f!human)

Book: Blades of Light and Shadow (Chapter 4)

Word Count: ~3300

Rating: PG-13 (innuendo)

Summary: A evening of games, cards, and fortune-telling gives Mal a better understanding of Raina.

Author’s Note: Wish I had time to do more for @bladesappreciationweek, but happy to have at least snuck this piece in under the wire for Day 7 - MC/wildcard. It’s a little bit about my MC, a little about the gang in their early days, and a little glimpse at some early Mal/MC flirtation.

“...And so I convinced the Contessa of Ditorilla that I was merely a figment of her imagination, conjured up by her deepest desires.”

Raina couldn’t help but snort as she caught the tail end of the undoubtedly false story Mal was spinning for Nia and Tyril as she walked towards them on the deck. She’d been staring at the horizon, trying to calm her stomach. She didn’t want to admit it and give Mal more of a reason to see her as naive, a kit with no experience, but the truth was that the rocking of Gerhard’s ship on the waves left her fairly nauseous. She hoped she would get used to the sensation soon, but in the meantime, she had to resort to attempting simple solutions. Hopefully, the hour she just spent by herself along the railing would be seen as her just wanting to take in the ocean. Not that that would make her seem any less like a damn kit.

“Based on Raina’s reaction, I am going to go with ‘fib’ on that tale.” Tyril’s voice floated through the air, drawing Raina out of her introspection.

“Come on, Kit. It’s bad enough that you are shockingly skilled at this, but now you have to ruin it for me when you aren’t even playing?” She stopped and glanced over at Mal, tipping back in his chair, one foot braced against the deck, the other resting on the edge of the table where he was sitting with Nia and Tyril. When they made eye contact, he winked at her before placing his hand on his chest in mock pain.

“Raina, you should join us!” Nia called out, twisting around in her chair to flash a bright smile.

“Yes, please do,” added Tyril. “This… ruffian has convinced us to play some sort of game where we have to determine whether a statement is the truth or a lie.”

“Yeah, Fib or Fact,” Raina said as she sat down in the free chair between Nia and Tyril, “but you aren’t really playing unless you are drinking.”

“See! Thank you! I told you guys this was a drinking game!” Mal cried out, gesturing across the table to Raina with a flourish. 

Tyril shook his head briskly. “I do not understand the human fascination with needing to create banal games to drink.”

“I don’t know; I think it’s just a fun way to pass the time.” Raina glanced over to her left and gave Tyril a little shrug.

“But we know Elf Boy here would rather die than have fun.”

Tyril opened his mouth, but before he could respond, Nia cut in. “Please, we can’t be at each other’s throats constantly.”

Tyril glanced between Nia and Mal, the openingly-mocking grin plastered on Mal’s face clearly fueling the fire that Nia was trying to extinguish. After a few tense and silent seconds, he gave a terse little nod. “Fine, but if I have to listen to any more stories of his romantic... conquests, I make no promises.”

Nia let out a little sigh. “Good. Well, maybe we should pick a different game anyway, since Raina is always right at this one.”

“Is that so?”

Raina smiled and tilted her head to the side. “I’m very good at reading people. Particularly his Magnificence over there.” She gestured across the table towards Mal, who plastered a fake shocked expression on his face, eyebrows raised and eyes wide, as he mouthed “Me?” before grinning and shooting Raina a wink.

“They played quite a bit on our journey to Port Parnassus,” Nia added. “I think Mal only got her four or five times.”

“Well, nevermind then. Let’s keep playing,” Tyril said, leaning back slightly and crossing his arms, the corners of his lips quirking upwards as he glanced back at Mal.

“Nah, don’t want to offend your delicate sensibilities with my more scandalous accounts,” he responded, waggling his eyebrows.

“Does anyone know any other games we could play? I don’t know if I want to gamble again.” Nia said, clearly trying to move past any sniping between the two males of their little party. 

“Awww, priestess. Didn’t enjoy your first taste of betting?”

Her cheeks flushed as she shook her head. “I don’t think it’s for me, Mal.”

"Just you wait. We'll bring out your wild side one of these days," Mal said, winking at Nia before giving her a very genuine looking smile. "Since cards are out, does anyone have any other ideas?"

Tyril didn't move to suggest anything, sitting still, his arms still locked across his armor. Nia kept glancing around the group, a hopeful gleam in her eyes that made it clear that she was counting on someone else to offer up an idea.

Raina found her mind drifting to Kade. He always knew how to entertain a group. He could tell stories, pull out random facts and tidbits of info. He just kept the conversation flowing.

"Maybe we can still use the cards," she said, tilting her head to the side. "My brother would sometimes use the deck to tell fortunes. I think I remember the basics."

"I can do you one better than that, Kit. I happen to be a fortune telling expert." Mal was grinning widely as he shuffled the deck while he stared her down.

"Really." Tyril's deadpan answer conveyed extreme skepticism.

"Yes, really. Are you doubting my skills?”

“As a rule, yes. But doubly so here, seeing as you lack any ability to channel the Light.”

“Don’t need your Light to do this, just pure intuition. So how about it, Elf Boy? Want a chance to glimpse into your future?”

Raina thought Tyril might unsheathe his blade right there, but after a moment he merely shook his head and pushed his chair back as he stood up rapidly. “I’ll pass. Goodnight, Nia. Raina. Vagrant.” And with that he was off, heading below deck without a glance back. Nia looked worried at his rapid departure, but Mal seemed utterly unfazed, leaning forward and letting the front legs of his chair fall to the deck as he spun to face Nia.

“What about you, priestess? Care to see what’s in store for you?”

“Oh! I think I would rather just watch, if you don’t mind.”

“I guess that leaves you, Kit. You up for it, or are you scared of what the cards might hold?”

Raina laughed, leaning across the table and grabbing the cards from his hand. “Oh, I definitely want to see this.”

Mal chuckled in response. “Alright, you’re going to need to pick out seven cards and-”

“Lay them out in a row in front of me; I know.”

“Wow, talk about pushy! You aren’t even giving me the chance to explain how this works to poor Nia.” Mal’s tone was light and carefree, making it clear he had no qualms about letting her get started.

“Seeing how much you love to hear your own voice, I just figured I would actually get to work while you talked her ear off,” Raina replied, throwing Mal a teasing smile as she shuffled the cards and placed one slightly to the left in front of her.

Nia giggled as Mal clutched his shirt and gasped in exaggerated shock. “Raina, you wound me.”

“Something tells me you’ll survive that devastating blow. Nia, have you ever seen this done before?”

She shook her head, watching as Raina placed cards down one by one in a row.

“It’s pretty simple, really,” Raina said, shuffling the deck again before selecting her next card. “I’m supposed to select seven cards that ‘speak to me’ and place them face down in front of me. The first two are said to represent elements of my past, the middle three my present, and the final two my future.”

“Does it work?”

“Of course! Don’t you trust me? Would I make something up?”

“Constantly,” said Nia, causing Raina and Mal to both burst out laughing.

“Slowly but surely, we’ll get you out of your Drakna shell, priestess. It’s inevitable,” said Mal before taking the remaining cards back from Raina. “You happy with your seven?”

“Just get started, Mal. Let’s see if you can back up your bragging with some action.”

“What type of action are you interested in, Kit? Cause I can do a lot-”

“-That’ll make Nia feel real uncomfortable. So how about we stick to the fortune telling for now.”

“For now? Oh, I can work with that,” he said with a wink before pointing to the card Raina had set further to the left. “Alright, first card here is the Base Card. It reflects your origins, your roots.” Mal flipped the card over, showing a village burning, humans crying in the streets, causing Raina’s breath to catch in her throat for just a second.

“The Destruction,” she finally said, trying to hide her shock.

“Yeah. Obviously not a very happy card. In this position, it usually means death and tragedy.”

It was a very fitting card for someone orphaned in a bandit massacre. Raina didn’t quite know how to process it. She didn’t put much stock in things like this. In fact, when she’d watched Kade do this before, he’d never had something so… perfect come up. He usually had to spin things with some very nebulous interpretations to make the cards even remotely work for the person in front of him. But Mal had stumbled into an accurate first card for this reading, and he knew nothing about that part of her past.

“Raina, is that-” Nia started, but she stopped abruptly. Raina glanced up from the card to see Mal shaking his head subtly. Given his reluctance to discuss his own history, it made sense that he could recognize a similar desire in her at this moment.

“Keep going.” Raina said after a few seconds of tense silence. Mal only paused for a second more before he kept going.

“Second card is the Core Card. It is still about your past, but it focuses more on the personal, the fundamentals of your personality more than your background.” He turned over the next card and started laughing as what could best be described as two elves in a very intimate embrace was revealed.

“The Passion. Tell me, Kit - you have a lot of heartbroken lovers pining for you back in Riverbend?”

Raina chuckled, glancing up and staring Mal straight in the eye. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Absolutely,” he said without missing a beat, causing Raina to laugh in earnest and Nia to cough into her Bristlegreen tea.

“Let’s just say I have no objections to your reading so far,” Raina said with a smirk. Mal joined in laughing at that, while Nia’s cheeks flushed very dark.

“I think I might turn in,” she said, placing one of her hands against her cheek, her bracelet catching the moonlight.

“Aww, sorry priestess. I promise this is the most scandalous card in the deck,” Mal said, giving Nia a contrite little nod.

Nia glanced between Mal and Raina before shaking her head. “No, it’s alright. I’m rather tired, and something tells me the innuendo will find a way to come back with you two.”

“Nia, we’re sorry.”

“Yeah, we can keep it clean… or at least mostly clean,” Mal added with a little shrug that was probably meant as an apology.

But Nia just shook her head. “It’s fine. Enjoy the rest of your evening.” She gave them both a gentle smile before standing up, waving as she made her way below deck to their shared quarters.

“And then there were two,” said Mal. “You want to keep going, or do-”

“Of course,” said Raina. “You promised me a glimpse at my future. I expect you to deliver.”

Mal grinned before shifting his hand towards the third card positioned in front of Raina. “This position is the Breaking Card. It’s supposed to represent the turning point that takes you from your past to your present.”

“Kade always said the Breaking Card represented the transition from childhood to adulthood when he did this.”

Mal shook his head. “Sometimes that’s the case, but it is more about growing up in the abstract, not literally aging.” He flipped over the card, revealing an unbalanced scale.

“The Unjust? What is that supposed to mean here?”

“It is usually interpreted to mean an imbalance and loss of stability, an upsetting of how life had been. Sometimes it refers to political upheaval or a change in power structure, but it can also be more personal, like a messy break up or the loss of the family business-”

“Or the entrapment of a brother in the Shadow Realm?”

He glanced up at her, wincing a little bit. “Uhh, yeah. That would apply here.” He moved as if to grab her hand, but apparently thought better of it, dropping his fingers to the table and tapping them restlessly a few times instead. “Do you want to stop, Raina?”

She shook her head. “This reading feels shockingly accurate. Who would I be to turn down a chance at knowing my future?”

He nodded, then moved to the middle card. “Alright, so the middle position is considered the Drive Card. It reflects the biggest event of your present.” The card he flipped over showed white light pouring from above colliding in the center with dark smoke from below. It was the Morality, the card that everyone who did readings like this interpreted as a conflict between good and evil forces.

“Well, that’s easy enough to interpret. Battle between light and dark has to represent our taking on the Shadow Court. Keep going.”

“Woah, I thought I was the one doing this reading, Kit.”

Raina smiled and shrugged. “I told you Kade liked to do this around the tavern. Besides, I’m far more interested in the outcome of the Drive Card,” she said, tapping next to the sixth card.

“Ahh, yes. The Reckoning Card. But first we need to see your Key Card to figure out what part of your present is going to be most important for your future. Shape your journey going forward.” He revealed the Twins, a male and female orc with nearly identical features.

“Well I knew the accuracy couldn’t last,” Raina said with a little laugh. “I know for a fact I don’t have a long lost twin waiting for me out there.”

Mal shook his head. “No one interprets this card so literally, Kit. It usually thought to indicate meeting someone with a… similar soul.” He paused before finishing that thought, almost as if trying to find a less emotional phrasing.

“I’m surprised your head didn’t explode from saying something so sentimental.”

“Hey, I don’t make the rules! I’m just the messenger.”

“Uh huh. So I’m going to meet someone very like me and they’re going to define the rest of my life?”

“Yeah, that’s a fair interpretation of this card in that position.”

“So, you’re saying I’m going to meet someone else with a drive for adventure and to see as much of the realm as possible and what? Go into business with them?”

Mal took a sip of his ale without breaking eye contact. “Possibly. The key card is usually read in a more passionate light than that, though.”

“Is this considered a romantic card then?” Raina found herself staring at Mal, unable to break his gaze. 

“For humans, yes. The Key Card in general is often considered to be a romantic card. Or at least it usually gets interpreted that way.”

“So I’m going to fall for my fellow adventurer?”

He kept looking right at her as he said, “Well, that would be the most common way the Twins are read in this situation.”

Things suddenly felt tense and loaded, far more expectant than they had any right to be. Not wanting to dwell on the implications of that card, Raina looked to diffuse the moment. “Of course, given that my Core Card was the Lovers, it might just be that I flirt with this adventurer until the next best thing comes along.” Raina knew she was ignoring the fact that the Key Card was supposed to carry the reading from the present to the future, but she didn’t know how to process the depth of such a statement. Not now, when so much was left to do to defeat the Shadow Court and to save Kade. And certainly not when she was staring at the person she felt more similar to than anyone else she’d met in a long time.

Mal seemed to sense her desire to not address the realities and details of such a prediction, instead laughing at her joke. “Love ‘em and leave ‘em your style, too?”

She smirked as she gave him a coy little shrug. “No comment.”

“Fair enough. I want stories later though, Kit.”

Raina waved him off and shook her head. “Just finish my reading, Mal.”

“A valid subject change, I’ll grant you that. So, you already told me that you know that the Reckoning Card represents the eventual outcome of the Drive Card. Ready to see how things go on your mission of doom?”

She rolled her eyes, but nodded. With how attuned this whole reading had been, she found herself eager to see the next card, almost believing it might actually represent their future.

Mal pulled the card toward him, drawing out the reveal. “Huh,” was all he said before placing the card face up in front of her.

“The Double-Edged Sword?”

“Yeah.”

“Does that mean we defeat the Shadow Court?”

Mal shrugged. “This card usually reflects either a desired outcome at a high price, or a wish come true that causes a new set of problems.”

“So not exactly the greatest card for the Reckoning Card.”

“But not the worst either. It’s often portrayed as a mixed outcome. Most tellers would interpret this as reflecting success when it comes to the Shadow Court, but either after suffering some steep consequences or having to traipse through all three hells. That sort of thing."

“Well, I guess that’s better than outright defeat.”

“That’s the spirit! Surviving by the skin of your teeth is all you need, anyway! Easy success is overrated.”

“And highly unlikely?”

“Yeah, that too. You ready for your final card?”

“Hit me with it.”

“Alright, so the final position is the Unwinding Card. It’s supposed to represent the overall course of your life once you’ve fully moved out of the present.” Mal flipped the final card over, showing a golden, gleaming, cup, letting out a little whistle as he saw it.

“The Golden Chalice feels like a good card here.”

“It’s a great one, Kit. It represents comfort, pleasure, contentment. In this position, it’s basically saying your life will be filled with all you could want in the future.”

Raina nodded. “Well, at least it seems like no matter what the Shadow Court deals us, we come out of it alright. Unless you are just an awful fortune teller.”

Mal chuckled at that, sliding the seven cards back into his deck. “I make no promises for the accuracy of these predictions.”

“Where did you learn how to do this anyway?”

Raina noticed that he swallowed roughly as he tucked the cards back into his sack. “That’s a story for another time,” he said finally. “You ready to call it a night?”

She shook her head. “Not just yet."

"You want any company?"

Raina gave him a smile and nodded. “Sure, that would be nice.”

And so he moved over into the chair next to her, following her gaze as she looked up at the stars. The silence was comfortable and easy and for several moments, she just soaked in the night sky.

“So really, how many jilted lovers are we talking for you?” Mal’s teasing question pulled Raina out of her thoughts. 

She laughed and shook her head. “Let it go, Mal. Some facts are just better left unmentioned.”

“Fair enough, Kit. Fair enough.”

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Mal x MC: @anotherbeingsworld​

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[liviusofpella]

the aftermath

pairing: Tyril x human!f!MC (Selene)

word count: 3224

warnings: mentions of corruption; written under the premise that MC gets injured by Zathra’s whip and then decides to stay in Undermount with Tyril.

a/n: this was supposed to be 1k words long fic describing Adrina’s birthday ball but i guess i have serious inclinations for bitter-sweet angst so here we go.

tags: i don’t really have a tag list so if you’re interested then let me know :) and in the meantime i decided to tag a few people who i thought might be interested (but if you’re not then also let me know :D) @lxdy-starfury @tyrils-star @keviriass @masquerade-reimagined @brycesgirl @jaxsmutsuo​

“We don’t have to go,” Selene proposed, her hand caressing his bare back.

“Yes, we do,” Tyril smiled as he rubbed his sleepy eyes. Selene slowly sat up next to him and kissed his shoulder. Altogether they slept three hours that night and were exhausted after all night of passionate lovemaking but Tyril’s sense of duty was too strong to skip any ball, let alone his little sister’s 25th birthday.

“I know but I wanted to cheer you up.”

The elf chuckled and intertwined his fingers with hers. A yawn escaped his mouth, making Selene laugh.

“I don’t think I have ever seen you so tired. But I have no regrets,” she pecked his lips and got up. “What a mess.”

Tyril looked over their clothes lying all over the chamber’s floor and snickered. “If my memory serves me right you were the impatient one last night so it is your fault.”

“Well, you can’t blame me! You were gone for two weeks!”

“I asked whether you wanted to go with me.”

“I had things to do, Tyril.” The elf shook his head, an amused smile playing on his lips.

Tyril watched her put on her underwear then comb and braid her long hair. She then returned to her place next to him on the bed, and Tyril reached over to the night stand in order to grab a jar of salve. Having taken a little on his finger, he delicately applied it on the wound on her thigh. It’s been almost two months since their fight with the Shadow Court and since Countess Zathra had cut her flesh with the whip, and the wound still wouldn’t heal.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, seeing her wincing in pain but not daring to make any sound.

“Don’t be. It’s not your fault,” Selene rested her hand on the side of his bare stomach and brushed the skin with her thumb. “It’s a small price for being rid of them. It will heal eventually.”

Waiting for her skin to absorb the salve, Tyril examined the wound thoroughly, his jaw clenched, anger clearly visible on his face, but his fingers were featherlight around the cut.

“How do you feel?” He asked a few minutes later, breaking the grave silence of the room. Selene expected his voice to be dominated by anger and disappointment, but instead heard a delicate timbre heavy with concern and fear.

“My whole body hurts, I’m tired, and so, so angry,” she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. “I didn’t want to worry you but I’m terrified, Tyril.” 

Once the salve was absorbed, Tyril carefully put a piece of muslin on the wound and wrapped her thigh with a bandage. The elf looked up at her face, covered with wet streaks but this time didn’t raise his hand to wipe them off. He also was terrified because he knew exactly what was happening.

“I will inform Nia at once, and ask her to visit as soon as possible. I will try to find some information in the library. In the evening we can try to cleanse the wound one more time.”

“Thank you,” Selene whispered and gently squeezed his hand. “Now get up. Duty calls, Lord Starfury.”

She winked at him, smiling playfully, and threw his clothes at him. Tyril smiled and quickly got dressed, the tension in his shoulder muscles gone for a second. “You’re limping,” he noticed but Selene just waved her hand dismissively. “You were not when I left two weeks ago. What did you do?” She was about to protest, but he cut her off with the deadpan expression on his face. This time he was mad as it was clear she hasn’t been resting like she promised him and their friends. She didn’t take this seriously.

“I might have persuaded Mal to train with me.”

“Are you serious?” Tyril rebuked, his eyes shooting daggers. He was expecting something stupid but this answer was beyond his wildest expectations. “Were you going to tell me about this?” The elf added although he already knew the answer.

“Kade already chewed my ass about that, you don’t have to do it.”

Tyril spluttered and turned around to take a few calming breaths. Selene watched his back intently, biting her lower lip and praying in her mind that he would just let it go.

She was about to address Tyril when a loud knock reverberated in the room and Mal’s voice asking for permission to enter followed. Selene panicked because she knew Tyril was going to chew him out for her condition. Her mind went rigid trying to come up with an excuse, but she was too slow.

“Tyril, no-”

“Exactly whom I wanted to see,” Tyril opened the door, letting Mal in. The adventurer quickly looked around the room and its two inhabitants, and instantly could feel something heavy in the pit of his stomach. Trouble.

“It’s not his fault, Tyril! He didn’t even do anything,” Selene stood up protectively in front of Mal. “My hand failed me before we even got to the place and my dagger fell to the ground. I wanted to pick it up but I put too much weight on my leg and the wound ripped!”

But he wouldn’t listen to her any more. His blue eyes were shooting daggers at Mal whose face expressed nothing but remorse and guilt. Mal blamed himself ever since the accident although deep down he knew the truth was that it was Selene’s stubbornness that caused this situation.

“I asked you only one thing, Volari, and you still failed. Do you even realize how much you imperilled her life or do you think it was nothing, just like her? Do you remember that it is something more than just a regular wound? That we still face the dangers of the Shadow or do you just not care?”

The elf’s harsh voice reverberated in the chamber, drawing the attention of Imtura who just happened to be passing by and felt invited by the terrified look on Selene’s face. Tyril’s jaw was clenched, hands curled into fists, and a vivid glow of his magic was swirling around them.

Mal knew that he was not blameless in this situation, and seeing how in his anger Tyril treated Selene, he felt like he had to take him down a notch.

“You can be mad at me all you want, elf boy, but it won’t change the fact that you weren’t here and you don’t know what we all went through,” Mal retorted with a raised eyebrow. “You’re so prim and proper, always do what’s right, and truly you are nothing less than ideal,” he continued, smiling mockingly at the confusion colouring Tyril’s face. “Yet you still can’t make her confess to you what’s really bothering her.”

“I’m going to kill both of you,” Selene mumbled and limped away from them in order to take her cloak from the chair and wrap herself in it. “And I am going to enjoy it.”

Imtura snorted and slumped against the door frame with her arms crossed on her chest. “This one’s gon’ be real interesting.”

“What are you talking about?” Tyril asked cautiously, his eyes fixed on Mal who smirked sarcastically.

“Despite all your effort, she doesn’t want to be here, elf boy.” Tyril’s heart dropped to the pit of his stomach at Mal’s words but his face would not give it away. “And before you ask how I know that, I will tell you. It’s simple, really. Selene trusts me enough to tell me such things. And that's a lot more than I can say about you.”

Mal knew that what he'd just said was a bit of a stretch and that Selene probably hated him right now but he would have said that over and over again just to see the confusion and consternation on Tyril’s face.

The two men continued to bicker and ignore Selene who was just a bundle of nerves for a few more minutes until Mal’s hand was stopped mid-air by Selene with magic when he tried to punch the elf and Imtura yelled at them. “If you’re quite done I believe we have a problem.”

With Imtura’s help, Selene sat down on the near chaise longue and unfastened her cloak to see the bandage soaked in blood as well as her whole leg covered in the red streaks. Not being able to control the shaking of her hands any more she unfastened the bandage quickly and threw it next to the small pool of blood that was left where she had been standing.

“I’ll fetch water,” said Mal and seconds later was out of the room. Tyril ordered Imtura to find his sister and ask her to call the medic, and he began to clear the wound, not daring to say a word to her. However, he would take a peek at her face to see her reaction, and he definitely didn’t like the present one. She was pale as a ghost, her lips quivering and this. Black veins on her neck, sprawling so quickly he could see it with a bare eye. Once the wound was cleansed of the blood, he noticed the same thing there.

“How bad is it?” Adrina rushed into the room and stood next to her brother. “Oh no.”

“We can’t cleanse it with magic, she’s too weak,” he said, still trying to stop the bleeding but the second he noticed Selene slowly losing consciousness he left the gauzes and sat closer to her, taking her face into his warm but slightly trembling hands. He tried to keep her awake, but she was too weak. Tyril figured she must have been sensible of the corruption and tried to fight this on her own.

Mal and Imtura arrived seconds later, visibly distressed, with a medic by their side. Tyril and Adrina greeted the old friend with a nod and stepped away from the chaise longue, giving the old man space, but he only shook his head.

“Leave us for a while,” he ordered and the group obeyed. Except Tyril who was about to ask him for the permission to stay. “You too, Lord Tyril.”

For half an hour nobody dared to say a word. Mal was anxiously spinning a dagger in his hand, Imtura was looking out the window trying to focus on anything else, Adrina was sitting on a chair, toying with the lace on her dress and Tyril leaned against the wall facing the door to her chamber with arms crossed on his chest and a pensive look on his face. The silence was interrupted by Threep casually walking into the corridor, looking for his friends.

“Why the long faces? Shouldn’t you be getting ready for tonight’s ball?”

As a response Mal only shook his head and the nesper fluttered onto Adrina’s lap. She began to pet him and quietly explained what happened.

The next twenty minutes passed in the same grave silence until the door opened and the medic asked Tyril to come in.

“There was a tiny piece of the whip buried deep in the wound,” said Iston, the medic, while packing his belongings to a case. “I managed to retrieve it and properly cleanse the cut. It looks better already but there is still a long recovery awaiting her.”

Tyril nodded, listening intently to the medic and peeked at Selene for the first time. Her body was covered with two blankets, and her face looked already much healthier. He even noticed the tiniest trace of a blush on her cheeks.

“I will check on her tomorrow morning but should anything happen do not hesitate to inform me,” Iston warned the elf. “Now she’s resting. When she wakes up, check on the cut, cleanse it and rub down with the medications,” the old man ordered pointing on bottles of medication on a table. “No physical activities, no emotional distress. It is now your duty, Lord Tyril, to help her recover.” 

The elf thanked Iston and walked him to the door where he was immediately attacked by the rest of the group. Tyril delicately and carefully took Selene’s frail body into his hands and moved her to the bed, where he covered her with a duvet and placed a featherlight kiss on her forehead. Then he took the bloodied towel that Iston used and threw it on the puddle of blood on the floor and after making sure everything was cleaned he quietly left the room.      

 A few hours later, Tyril decided to check on her. The elf quickly covered the distance between the ballroom, where he helped Adrina with some last-minute changes, and Selene’s room. The door was already open ajar, so he just pushed it forwards and entered the chamber. She was awake and already in the middle of examining the wound.

“Hi,” she muttered without even looking at him. “Imtura just left.”

Tyril scoped the bed with his eyes and nodded, seeing an empty tray with tableware for three and a sleeping Threep next to it. Selene rubbed a medication left by Iston onto the cut and then wiped her hands with the used bandage.

“Please, tell Adrina that I am sorry for distressing her today and for not being able to attend her ball.” She rested her leg on top of the duvet, letting the wound breathe. “Once I am able to walk freely, I will leave Undermount.”

“What?”

He didn’t expect that. Tyril braced himself for her anger, possibly some tears, but not for her leaving

“Mal’s right, we don’t talk. Or rather, I don’t talk to you,” she sighed and looked up at him for the first time. Her heart sank when she saw the sadness in his eyes. “Please, don’t think that I made this decision because of something you did. This time it’s all my fault.”

Tyril sat down on the edge of the bed and shyly took her hand. “You don’t have to leave, Selene. We will work on that, together.”

But she just shook her head.

“I knew that coming here would be hard, but I think I overestimated myself. I was too much in love to think straight, and it’s only now that I realize how foolish I was. Except for Mal, who’s just visiting, I’m the only human in Undermount. When you spend your whole days at meetings, I’m stuck here alone. Your father is my only companion,” she smiled weakly at him. “But he also has responsibilities. I tried to go out and make friends, help people, just try to be useful in any way but no one wants to talk to me, Tyril. They barely tolerate me when we are somewhere together but when I go out alone?” she laughed humourlessly and Tyril’s heart sank. “I’m invisible. I really tried to wait it out for you, hoping they would eventually change their mind, but it’s been a few months now, and it’s even worse. And I understand it, I’m an outsider in a very hermetic society. I’m not angry. Just tired and lonely.”

Tyril was a mess. He wanted to get down on his knees and beg her to stay, to apologize for everything that she went through in Undermount and for not realizing it sooner. He tried to come up with something, anything that would make her stay but “I don’t want you to leave,” was all that passed through his throat. Selene seemed unimpressed, but she practised this so many times that she managed to distance herself from her feelings. “Selene, love, I am begging you,” he continued, brushing her cheek with his thumb. “Please, don’t leave.”

“I will go back to Riverbend and spend some time with Kade and then... We will see. I am not saying we should end things between us, but I think we need a break,” she added and felt hot tears welling up in her eyes. “I need a break.”

“You two are making me very uncomfortable right now,” Threep murmured, stretching, and slowly left the room. They both chuckled sadly.

“I don’t like this idea but if that’s what you truly want then I’ll respect that,” Tyril stated a few minutes later.

“I love you,” Selene whispered, looking into his eyes. “And I am sorry for putting you in such a position.”

“I am sorry for what happened before. I am ashamed for letting my emotions slip from under my control.”

“Tyril, we’ve talked about this before, remember?” Selene brushed a strand of his long hair from his face and tucked it behind his ear. “You don’t have to apologize for your emotions. You were scared and worried and your reaction was very normal,” she smiled at him. “At least in human terms. Although you could apologize to Mal.”

Tyril chuckled and kissing her forehead delicately whispered a tender thank-you. The pair spent another half an hour together during which Selene was convincing Tyril to attend his sister’s ball alone and Tyril made sure ten times that Selene was truly alright with this idea. As the warm sun began to descend from the sky, the elf was lying next to Selene who rested her head on his chest and played with his fingers, feeling more relaxed than she’s felt in the past few weeks.

“You could visit us in Riverbend, you know,” she mumbled, feeling the sleep slowly pulling her into its embrace. “It’s nothing in comparison with Undermount, but I would like to show you off to the people who raised me,” Tyril chuckled and a smile crept on her face. “And it would make Kade really happy.”

“What about you?”

“You can be expecting a welcoming party and a week of celebration.”

Tyril snorted and shook his head, drawing some figures on her back.

“I do love festivals celebrating me,” he joked, making Selene’s grin widen. “In all seriousness, there is nothing I would enjoy more.”

Selene looked up at him only to see him smiling down at her. She felt a flutter in the pit of her stomach just by looking at him, a feeling she hasn’t felt in a long time, and pulling herself up, she kissed him. Slowly and sweetly, brushing his jaw with her thumb.

“You should go,” she whispered, gently biting his lower lip. “Go and have some fun,” Selene added, physically feeling his reluctance to leave her. “When you come back, I will still be here waiting for you. I want you to remember that.”

“What do you mean? Of course I will remember that,” Tyril furrowed his brows in confusion.

“I don’t think you realize how many women here really want to offer you their hand in marriage,” Selene propped her head on her hand and shrugged her shoulders. “Almost every single noblewoman is envious of you and I can’t really blame them because you are a great catch,” Selene grinned and Tyril snorted, blushing heavily.

“I will be back by midnight,” he stated eventually, smiling slightly.

The elf was about to close the door behind him when he heard Selene’s voice call out to him.

“You have to say it back, you know,” she smiled and winked at him, reaching for a book lying on the nightstand.

“I love you too, Selene. Now rest before I come back.”

#it's my first fic here i'm so exited omg #tyril starfury #tyril x mc #blades of light and shadow #bolas fic #choices bolas #pixelberry #mal #tyril fic #imtura tal kaelen #mal volari #i swear i can't do tags lmao

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Haven’t Forgotten My Way Home (18)- [CONVERTED]

Pairing: Kara Zor-El x Female!Reader

Summary: In the D/s society of National City, men and women abandoned by their Dom/mes or otherwise deemed unfit for life “outside” end up at the Mount Overland House for Orphaned Submissives. It is here that Kara Zor-El finds Y/N Hastings, broken and fearful from mistreatment at the hands of her former Dom. Can Kara coax Y/N back into the world that once so terrified her, and show her the true meaning of care and submission?

Warnings: Domestic Violence (Flashbacks, Mentions and Descriptions), Misogyny, Domination/Submission.

The taxi dropped her off in front of the National City Mall at exactly 12:15. Y/N swallowed hard, staring at the structure with the 4 pillars at the door, before finally taking a deep breath and walking inside. She stopped just mere steps beyond the door, momentarily stunned by the crowd that was already gathering, busy shoppers bustling back and forth between Aeropostale, Bath and Body Works, Gap, the food court…  Her head swam with all the options stretched out before her, and though she’d been here before with Kara and was at least a little familiar with how things worked, Y/N’s first instinct was to run.

But she didn’t.

She glanced around at all of the possibilities, all of the people still scattered talking with each other and laughing merrily. She could do this. She’d prove to Kara, to all of them, that she could make her own decision. She tilted her head, her eyes landing on one store. Victoria’s Secret. That sounded like a nice one. Straightening herself up, Y/N made her way to the entrance.

Five minutes later she walked out, her face red to the tips of her ears. Maybe she’d save that store for later. Much later. Although that little blue outfit in the corner, Kara might look goo—

No. No, she would not think about that at all.

She was so embarrassed she was looking down at her feet while she walked, not paying attention, but her eyes soon snapped up as she collided with someone. Stammering out an apology, she found herself face to face with the flower seller from her previous visit to the mall with Kara.

“Don’t worry about it,” the girl said with a smile. “How about you, are you okay? You’re not hurt or anything are you?”

Y/N shook her head. “No, I’m fine, I’m just sorry I wasn’t watching where I was going. I’m not... I don’t… I’m not from around here,” she finished awkwardly. “So I’m trying to figure out where everything is.”

“Oh, I see,” the girl said, nodding sympathetically. “Your domme not with you today?”

“My domme?” Y/N said, confused. “I don’t have a domme…”

“Oh!” The girl furrowed her brow. “Well you had someone with you the last time I saw you, and when you got the flower you said she was someone special, so I just assumed…”

“No,” Y/N shook her head and looked off into the distance. “She’s not my domme.”

It had been three days since she’d spoken to Kara. Her nose wrinkled every time she thought of her like that. Kara. Not Miss Kara. It felt bitter on her tongue, even just thinking about not giving Kara the respect Y/N felt she deserved. But then again, she hadn’t exactly been respectful to her the last time she’d seen her. She still couldn’t believe that she’d spoken to Kara that way, acted like she had. And when Kara had been so good to her, too. Y/N hadn’t deserved any of it. She’d let herself get tired and cranky, and as a result hurt the one person who had been trying to take care of her. Then instead of fixing it, she’d just left. And Y/N had blatantly not called her in three days, and not sent any texts. It had gotten to the point that Maggie had called, asking Y/N through sniffles and sneezes if she was okay – and if she was out of her mind.

She’d told her to get well soon, and hung up without answering any of her questions.

Nia had reserved any opinions until that morning, when she finally cornered Y/N in the kitchen as she made her breakfast.

“It’s not fair, you know,” she’d said. “I mean I don’t know what happened to you and Kara, but I remember how upset you were when she didn’t show up that week you were sick. And now you’re not talking to her, but she’s called me twice to make sure you’re okay. And she sounds heartbroken. So whatever it is, I think you ought to fix it.”

Y/N had just shrugged, and said that she couldn’t, so it was better for Kara if she didn’t talk to her.

“Hey, are you sure you’re all right?” the flower seller was asking her, and Y/N focused back on her. “You look really sad, and that’s not something you should look like.”

Y/N offered a half-hearted smile. “I’m all right. I think I’ll just do a little shopping.”

“Well…” the girl looked at her flower cart, then back at Y/N. “I’m going on my lunch break, why don’t you join me? I’ve always thought there’s nothing a good meal can’t fix.”

It was on the tip of her tongue to say no, but… it’d be nice, to have lunch with someone. Even someone she didn’t know. And they’d be going to a public place, so it’s not like it wouldn’t be safe…

“All right,” Y/N said. “I’d love to.”

“Great!” the girl said, beaming, and then extended her hand. “I’m Kelly.”

Y/N moved to take her hand, and then stopped short, seeing the small X just above her middle knuckle.

The mark of a Dominant.

She took Kelly’s hand and shook it tentatively. “Y/N,” she said softly, feeling a little tense in spite of herself. “My name is Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, Kelly.”

She wondered if she ought to call her Miss Kelly, but no, Y/N decided. Kelly wasn’t her Dominant, and besides, it would just feel weird to give anyone else but Kara that respect. Even if she’d never be able to give Kara that respect again, Y/N knew it would stay buried in her heart somewhere, deep enough to never be seen but just enough below the surface that maybe, just maybe, one day…

And then Kelly was speaking to her again, as they walked towards the food court. “So, what are you in the mood for?”

“Oh, whatever you—“ Y/N stopped, then pursed her lips. “Burgers,” she said firmly. “I’m in the mood for burgers.”

“Burgers it is, then!” Kelly said, walking with Y/N to the nearest food station. Any nervousness Y/N might have had dissipated with the other girl’s cheerful attitude, plus the line moved entirely too quickly for her to be too nervous, as she found herself ordering and then sitting at a table in the middle of the court within minutes.

“So,” Kelly said, spearing her ketchup with a french fry and grinning at Y/N, “You’re not from around here? Where are you from, then?”

“Oh, um…” Y/N flushed, feeling anxious as she wondered what would be all right to tell Kelly, and what she might need to keep to herself. Finally she shrugged. “I am actually from National City but…” She looked away, not wanting to see Kelly’s reaction at her next words.

“I was living in Mt. Overland House. I’m not now, though, but I’m still trying to figure things out.”

There was silence, even amid all the noise and chaos going on around them. Y/N sighed inwardly. Maybe she should just get up and leave. Clearly Kelly wouldn’t want to be friends with someone so… broken.

But a hand on hers stopped Y/N from getting up from her seat, and she looked at Kelly.

“I’m sorry,” the other girl said seriously before pulling her hand away. She shook her head. “I can only imagine why you were there, and I am really, really sorry.” She met Y/N’s gaze and asked, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t even know you,” Y/N blurted, then colored deep crimson. “I-I’m sorry,” she said hastily. “But I mean, I don’t even know you. Why would you want to listen to any of that stuff?”

And how do I even know you would care? She wanted to add. Y/N knew it was an unfair assumption to make, but Kelly was a Dominant. For all Y/N knew the woman wanted to hear the details because of some sick pleasure of hers. Like James’s friends who enjoyed hearing her cry and beg him to have mercy on her, to forgive her. She shivered a little, remembering, and tried to press it out of her head.

“I don’t know,” Kelly said with a shrug. “But you look sad, and kind of like you need someone to talk to. And I’ve been told I can be a pretty good friend.”

“I’m not sad because of that, though,” Y/N insisted, and then rushed to add, “And I’m not sad anyway.”

Kelly gave her a knowing look, and Y/N sighed.

“I-I had… a Sir,” she said uneasily, looking around almost as if she expected him to pop up behind her, ready to drag her away by her hair. He’d been fond of doing that. “I was with him a long time, and I-I ran away.”

“Because he wasn’t good to you?”

“He was the worst,” Y/N said, suddenly angry. It scared her, the way her hands clenched around the burger she was holding, the way the blood rushed to her head and made her feel dizzy. “He was mean, and he… hurt me. Any chance he could get.” She took a deep breath, feeling the anger rise within her then fade, but only slightly.

“He just liked to… hurt me. It was almost as if… he fed on making me feel things. He’d ask me all the time. ‘Feel that?’ ‘Can you feel that?’ ‘Do you even feel anything anymore?’ Even while I was screaming or crying. He knew I felt it, and I think the more he knew I felt it, the more he wanted me to feel. It doesn’t make sense, I guess,” Y/N trailed off.

She stopped short of telling Kelly what it had been like the night she left, the thing that he wanted to do to her. She didn’t tell her about saying that word, the one word that she had never spoken to him in defiance, the word that would forever break that unspoken rule, the bond between them that was meant to be forever, that she’d worked so hard to keep forever. Because she’d wanted to be his. She’d wanted him to look at her with love, to treat her with gentleness and care even as he was punishing her. She wanted more than anything to hear five words from him, and when she never heard it, she’d said the one.

Good girl, I love you.

No.

Her mind flashed back briefly to that night, to the moment when she’d realized she’d forgotten shoes in her haste to get away. It had been raining, and the ground was wet and slippery underneath her bare feet. She’d almost fallen, sliding on some wet leaves. A tree branch had smacked her in the face and she’d shrieked, for a moment thinking he’d caught up with her. She couldn’t stop looking over her shoulder as she ran; every snap of a twig she felt sure was him sneaking up behind her, every car she heard she was sure it was James driving up to snatch her back to the life she was so desperate to leave. She ran blindly, awkwardly, swerving here and there to avoid shadows and sounds that she was so terrified were him.

The last thing she saw was the headlights of the truck bearing down on her,  the last thing she heard was her own scream.

She’d woken up in Mt. Overland House. To strangers. To doctors. To questions and no answers, to a wheelchair and useless legs. To being… nobody.

And then Kara had walked in.

“Okay,” Kelly said gently. “So not a good guy. I hope he’s in jail.”

“I don’t know where he is,” Y/N said, and it was true. She’d shown up to the House battered and bruised, and though she wouldn’t tell Nia, the doctors, or any of the council members who’d come to question her any of her reasons for leaving, a cursory examination by the doctor had been enough to describe Y/N’s wounds, those not caused by the accident, as “beyond what should be found in a safe relationship,” and she’d heard one of the council members tell Nia that James would be arrested. Beyond that, she had no idea.

“He could be just over there for all I know,” Y/N said, gesturing towards the far end of the food court. “My friend Alex says there will probably be a trial, but I don’t… I don’t want to have anything to do with that.”

“Hopefully they won’t make you,” Kelly said, finishing off the last of her burger and pushing the tray away from herself. “But you never know, it might be good for you to stand up to him again. Shows you’ve got the power, not him.”

Y/N finished her own lunch and took a last sip of her drink, feeling full, content, and confused. She’d never really thought of it that way. What would it be like to stand up to Si- to James in court, to tell him that what he’d done was wrong?

Y/N blinked.

James was wrong.

Maybe he was her Dominant. Maybe she’d been promised to him since birth, she heard herself explaining to Kelly. But she couldn’t imagine that that meant he could do to her whatever he wanted, that she was to be used and abused like a toy belonging to a petulant child. She’d been taught that once she left her home and moved in with James that she was his property, that he owned her, her body, mind, and her soul. Her thoughts were not her own, her body and sexuality were not her own. Everything Y/N ceased to be, and James’s slut came into existence.

But Kara was so different from James… But Y/N kept from saying this to Kelly, instead preferring to fall silent after her little rant and study the pattern on the table in front of her.

“Not all Dominants are like him,” Kelly said. “I’d like to think I’m not.”

“Oh, I’m sure your submissive doesn’t at all think you’re like that.”

Kelly grinned wryly. “I don’t have a submissive. I am not-so-blissfully single at the moment.”

It was Kelly’s turn to tell her story, then, about how she’d grown up in a town just outside of National City, and attended a little school for Dominants and submissives called Metropolis. She’d moved out to live on her own when she was 18, and when she was 20 she’d met a boy, a submissive. Kelly’s eyes lit up, albeit a little sadly, as she described him; he was a graceful but powerful dancer, all muscle with a sharp mind as well, and eager to please. But it hadn’t worked out, she sighed to Y/N, and they’d gone their separate ways. Since then, there hadn’t been anyone to quite catch her eye.

“It’ll happen, sooner or later,” she said to Y/N, smiling to show that she wasn’t unhappy. “I’m satisfied with my life here, with my job, and I enjoy going out with my friends and having time to myself without having to worry about someone else. But at the same time, I can’t turn off that side of me that wants to dominate someone. I just have to be patient and know that I’ll find him, or her, when the time’s right.”

Y/N nodded, talking almost to herself. “That’s what I keep trying to remember, that I’ll find… that the one for me is out there. I just… I thought I’d found her already, but she didn’t want to dominate me.”

Kelly raised an eyebrow. “Well isn’t it a bit early for that though? I mean you are just out of a bad claim, you need time to heal and make your own decisions.”

“I know that,” Y/N said defensively, then bit her lip and shook her head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sound disrespectful. It’s just everyone keeps telling me to make my own decisions, and I made that one – I still want to be submissive. I still need it. But apparently no one trusts me to make that decision.”

“I don’t think it’s that they don’t trust you. Maybe it’s that they care so much for you they want to make sure you’ve had time to think about it, to make sure it’s the right decision for you.”

“I know it’s the right decision,” Y/N said. “I can’t turn off who I am any more than you can, or any other Dominant or submissive can.”

They fell away from that conversation then, moving to talk about more mundane things: Kelly’s job and Y/N’s life at Nia’s, her drawings and the ridiculous shows on television. It felt good to laugh, Y/N thought; she couldn’t remember when she’d ever really laughed at James’s. But now it was okay to laugh, it was okay to sit in a food court with her feet up in a chair, to let Kelly buy them both ice creams and not feel guilty about it. It was nice not to have to think about her life with James, or Kara being disappointed at her, or how she had messed things up and wouldn’t ever be able to fix it. She thought about the birds outside of Mt. Overland House, and Y/N realized that at that moment, that was how she felt. Free to fly and just be. She’d worry about getting home later.

But all too soon it was time for Kelly to return to her flower cart, and Y/N helped her put up the trays and throw away the trash, thanking her profusely for lunch. Kelly waved her off.

“I had fun,” she said. “And I… wouldn’t mind doing it again sometime.” She smiled a little nervously at Y/N. “You know, Y/N, you’re really beautiful, and if you’d like, maybe we could… go out, on a date. And I know it’s too early to do much but if you need someone to take control every once in a while… I can do that. We can go slow, and I wouldn’t be like him.”

Y/N’s mouth opened in a little “o,” and she blushed furiously. Someone was interested in her, she thought. Someone thought she was beautiful. And it was someone besides Kara. Not to mention, this someone was offering her what she wanted, what she needed. It’d be so easy, she thought. Kelly was nice, she was beautiful too; and it would be so easy for Y/N to slip back into that role, to let Kelly dominate her and be everything that Y/N wanted….

Y/N shook her head. “I-I’m flattered,” she said softly, “but no. it’s just that, well, there’s—“

“That someone special,” Kelly said with a knowing grin.

Y/N nodded, embarrassed. “It’s not just that I want a Dominant,” she said. “It’s, I want… her, I—“

Kelly reached out and squeezed her arm. “Relax,” she said, “I get it.” Her eyes were again briefly sad. “There’s still that special someone for me, too.”

“You should call him,” Y/N said, walking with Kelly back to the flower cart.

“I should, shouldn’t I?” Kelly pondered this, then asked, “What’s she like?” Catching Y/N’s look of confusion, she rolled her eyes. “Your special someone.”

Y/N giggled, thinking back to that day Kara had walked into Mt. Overland House and planted herself next to Y/N as if they had been old friends. She’d been so sure of herself in the way she’d talked, in the way she’d offered Y/N an apple slice and spoke in a quiet and gentle voice. And though she didn’t know her, had never seen the girl in her life, she’d been disappointed when Kara had got up to leave. Then thrilled when Kara had returned with promises to come visit her again.

After Kara had left Mt. Overland House that first day Y/N had sat for a few moments, then picked up the apple slice and looked it. It was the first thing she’d been given in a long time that was completely hers.

She’d stared at it for a few long minutes before eating it. And then… she’d felt a little stronger.

“She came every day,” Y/N explained. “And I sat there and I didn’t say a word, but she was loud and bossy and sometimes wore the most hideous clothes…” She sighed and shook her head, feeling herself tear up.

“And she’s the most amazing, most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Kelly beamed at Y/N and nudged her. “Then you should call her.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile back. “Maybe I should.”

She took Kelly’s number and gave the woman hers, with promises that they’d meet again for lunch sometime – as friends. It excited Y/N as she walked along the mall, not wanting to buy anything but just to revel in the freedom of being alone, being on her own, being able to handle things and to know that she’d made a friend in the process. For the first time in her life she had friends. Her own little circle of people, of Alex, Maggie, Kelly…

Kara.

She went home empty-handed but happy, and even Nia wondered if things had worked out between her and Kara now that Y/N seemed to be in such a good mood. Y/N hadn’t answered that and simply went back to her room to watch cartoons. When it came time for dinner she made lasagna for herself and Nia, who had immediately fallen in love with it and jokingly wondered where Y/N had been all her life. Later that night, Y/N chose the berry body wash for her shower, along with the herbal shampoo. She decided on the blue pajamas instead of the pink ones, and laid out her blue dress and white cardigan for the next afternoon. They were tiny decisions, but the next one was major.

She set her the alarm on her phone for 8 a.m., because she knew that’s when Kara would be awake and having the first cups of coffee to help her get ready for the day. She knew that would be the best time to call Kara and fix the mess she had made of them both.

She’d apologize, she decided. She’d apologize and tell Kara that she still wanted to be dominated, but that she shouldn’t have tried to coerce Kara before she was ready. She’d apologize for pressuring Kara about New York.

She’d ask Kara to forgive her, and then she’d shyly ask Kara for another date. Maybe to the theater again, or a picnic. Y/N had seen couples with their blankets spread out with food tucked inside a wicker basket, and it had looked romantic and fun. Maybe Kara would like that.

She must’ve fallen asleep thinking about where she could take Kara for their date, because when she was startled awake by the phone ringing loudly in her ear the bedside clock read two twenty three a.m. She grumbled, wondering who the hell would call her at such an hour, and resolving to kill Maggie if it was her whiny, cold-afflicted self. She fumbled for the phone and her eyes widened at the familiar face on the screen.

“A-are you all right?” she said to the person on the other end of the line, sounding less frantic than she felt. “Do you n-need anything?” Her mind raced with all of the things that could possibly be wrong; she was so terrified that she nearly missed what was being said, softly and nervously, into her ear.

But the words made it to her anyway, and Y/N swallowed hard, brushing the back of her hand against her eyes. When she brought it away again, her skin was wet.

“Okay, Kara,” she finally agreed, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes.”

#kara danvers #kara danvers x reader #kara zor-el #supergirl #supergirl x reader #madi converts

[winslow-schott-4-the-winn]

The 4 Times Winn Schott Tried to Confess, and the One Time Kara Did It First  Part 3/5

Summary: When Clark and Kara haven’t seen each other in a while 

A/N: I am so sorry this took to so long to get up, I just got some writers block in the middle but I know I am going to try my hardest to get the next part up 

It had been a while since Kara and Clark had actually seen each other so they thought it would be nice to hold a little BBQ with both the Danvers and Kents. Sure, Kara brought along Winn, James, Nia, and Brainy but they counted as family at this point. Especially since James was friends with both Kara and Clark. They planned this a week before it even happened, yet when the day came everyone was beyond excited. They all agreed to meet up at Kara’s apartment so they could all drive to Clark’s farm. Kara had been up since 7, getting some snacks and drinks into a bag for the road trip. She also made sure to pack the chargers and books for herself. By the time 8:30 came around, only James and Alex had showed u p to her house. Kara was just about to say something when there was a knock on the door.

“Well, I’ll get that” James said, sending a smile to Kara. He was hoping it would calm her down, anyone could sense how stressed she was. As James opened the door, in walked Brainy and Nia. Nia carried a small picnic basket, a big smile on her face. 

“Sorry we’re late, I got carried away trying to finish these cookies and my mother's famous egg salad. We then stopped by the store to pick up some various food items” she explained as she sat the basket down,Brainy followed by putting down what seemed to be a bag of alcohol. 

“Oh please say that’s whisky” Alex said as she tried to rush over to it, but Kara’s arm stopped her.

“Now is not the time for that” she said before glancing between James and Brainy, “Any news on Winn?’ she asked, putting her hands in her pocket. 

“Well, I heard that he was running by a do-” Brainy started to say until Nia nudged him, giving him a look.

“He’s on his way now, don’t worry” she said as the look turned into a smile. Kara was confused and shrugged it off, 

“Well, let’s get packed up. I think two cars should be enough. I can drive car one and Alex can drive car two” Kara explained as she grabbed her bag.

“Then James and Winn will be riding with me” Alex said, plucking the whisky from the table and heading out the door. James chuckled and shook his head, smiling a bit. 

“I’ll make sure to keep on her, both of them actually” he said before following Alex. Kara and Nia looked at each other with a knowing look,

“Disney music the whole time?” Kara asked and Nia immediately nodded. They high fived before grabbing what they needed and heading down to the cars. When Alex got down to her car, Winn was just pulling up to his. He stepped out of his car before going to the drivers side, pulling you a bag and a box. Kara squealed a bit when she saw him. He couldn’t tell if it was because of him or what was in the box. He didn’t care as long as he gotta see her smile.

“Oh Winn, please tell me you got me some crullers” she said as she walked up to him. He didn’t even put his bag away before opening the box to show her, 

“You know I did,” he said, smiling at her.

“Oh I love you!” she said,l grabbing one before kissing his cheek and heading over to her car. Winn was frozen in shock, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. James chuckled, putting a hand on Winn’s shoulder, 

“I see someone is slowly getting out of the friendzone,”  he joked. Winn was just speechless, incoherent words came out of his mouth as he tried to process what was going on. This just made James laugh even more. Then, as if on cue there was a car honk. They both turned to see Alex, rolling a window down. 

“Get in losers, we’re going to a bbq”  she said, putting some sunglasses on. Both boys laughed before getting in the car. James took the passenger seat while Winn sat in the back. Of course, he didn’t mind it, he could easily fall asleep if he got tired. 

“Hey Alex, did you hear what Winn did?” James asked, a small smirk on his face.

“Oh no no no, we don’t have to talk about that” Winn said, hoping they might just ignore it.

“No I did not, but do explain” she said, glancing back at Winn through her rearview mirror. 

“He brought your sister some donuts , which earned him a kiss on the cheek”

“Oh really?”

‘Yes but it doesn’t matter, it meant nothing” Winn said, trying to shrug it off. Alex gave him a look through the rearview mirror again. He said, annoyed with how well Alex could read him. “Alright fine… it meant something”

“Oh we know” James said before Alex joined in,

“All of us know about your feelings towards Kara, besides Kara herself. She is just too wrapped up in work and being Supergirl to realise anyone liking her” Winn was just quite the rest of the trip, a blush never leaving his cheeks. It took only three hours to get to the Kent farm, where they all agreed to have the bbq. When Alex, Winn, and James got out of their car Clark and Jereamiah were already at the grill, making various meat items. 

Hi dad, hey Clark” Alex said, walking up to them and hugging them both. Winn helps bring various bags and items. 

“Aw thanks Winn, you’re such a sweetie” Eliza said, unpacking some food from the bags he brought in.

“Of course, anything for you Mrs,Danvers. Anything else I can help you with?” he asked, leaning against the counter a bit. 

“Oh no, I think I’ve got it under control from here but I will be sure to call for you if I need any help”  she said before Winn left to go sit with James in the living room. They spent most of the time watching a movie while waiting for some food, soon enough everyone was called outside. There was a few tables with chairs,

“You guys serve yourselves and sit wherever” Clark said as he helped Lois set up a few things at the table. Winn went up, beyond excited to eat the cheeseburger. He grabbed a few before grabbing an empty chair, the chair beside him was soon filled by Kara. 

“Hey Winn”

“Oh hey Kara, how’s the bbq been so far?” he asked, striking up a conversation as he ate his burger. He hummed in content at the first bite, he knew Clark could cook but he didn;t think it would taste that good. Kara noticed and laughed a bit, 

“Is it that good?” she asked, taking a bite of her hot dog. 

“Oh it’s amazing!” he said before taking another bite from the burger. Kara justed watched in enjoyment as the boy beside her devoured his burger, she couldn't help but smile at his reaction. 

“So Kara, how’s your love life?”  ELiza asked as she ate some potato salad. Kara just laughed, shaking her head before putting a strawberry into her mouth.

“My love life is basically nonexistent. I’ve been focusing on my work” 

“So there’s no one who peaks your interest?” her mom asks as she starts to eat some of the steak off her plate. Clearly she had someone in mind but she wasn’t wanting to say it. 

“No, Eliza, there isn’t anyone” Kara responded, being adamant that Eliza would listen to her. Eliza sighed a bit, sticking some steak in her mouth. Then, various conversations went around the table and Winn would jump in at certain moments. The dinner finally ended and everyone beside Winn and Kara went inside to play various board games. Winn had thought he was outside by himself, wanting the time to look up at the stars. But when he heard the sound of shoe’s against the pavement, he looked over. That’s when he saw Kara with her cardigan wrapped around her.  

“I’m assuming you’re out here for the stars too?” she asked, walking up to her. He chuckled, looking back up. 

“Of course I am. I am Agent Schott afterall, protector of the stars”  Kara chuckled and tried not to lean against Winn, although she kinda wanted to. 

“So, what do you see?” she asked, trying to spark a conversation. 

“Well, do you see that right there?” he asked, pointing to a point at the sky. She squinted a bit, sighing when she couldn’t see it, “Come here” he said, gesturing for Kara to come to him. She nibbled on her bottom lip before she moved to stand in front of him. He was honestly shocked, he didn’t expect for Kara to actually move over to him. But he did put her arms around her slightly before lifting one arm up to the sky again. “Well, do you see that right there?” he asked. He could feel the small smile grow in her face, 

“Yeah, it’s a constellation. Right?” he asked, not moving from between Winn’s arms. 

“Yeah, it’s actually the Little Dipper, in Ursa Minor.”

“Oh yeah, I can see it,” she said, not moving from her spot. 

“If you follow the star at the tip of the handle…” His finger moved as he spoke. “You can find the Big Dipper, in Ursa Major. And between the two is Draco.”

“Malfoy?”  Winn laughed.

“Well, it is what he’s named after.” he said. 

“Wait really?” she said, looking back at him. Although she had to look up a little bit, with Winn being just 2 inches taller than her. Winn laughed and shrugged, 

“I honestly don’t know but it’s a safe assumption. They got the name Beetlejuice from the Betelgeuse star” 

“God you're such a nerd” she said, chuckling while turning to face him. She forgot she was between his arms before they were nose to nose. They both felt their breathing hitch a bit but they didn’t move. Winn found himself glancing down at Kara’s lips. He wished he had the confidence to actually try to kiss her but instead he cleared her throat. 

“Yeah so...I have something to say,” he said, gaining enough confidence to admit something. Her eyebrow quirked a bit, he opened his mouth to say something till they heard the sliding door open. 

“Kara honey, could you please come in. Nia and James want smores and it’s too windy for a fire”  Eliza said, getting Kara’s attention.

“Uh… I gotta go” she said in a hushed tone before snaking her way out of Winn’s arms and heading inside. Winn sighed, his eyes following her inside. When Kara got inside, she was soon asked questions from her mother. 

“What was happening out there sweetie?”

“I..uh.. I actually don’t know” she said, trying to ignore the blush on her cheeks. 

“Your blush tells a different story,” Alex said from her spot at the counter, taking a sip of wine after she spoke.

#winnara #supergirl #winn schott #kara danvers #i will go down with this ship

[notwritinganyflufftoday]

How to Break Every Rule in The Caretaker’s Handbook: Excerpt

The First (of many?) Group Sessions with Sunflare

Characters: Dewdrop, Fifi, Helia (mentioned), Plume, Sunflare, Violet

Themes: how to keep an open mind, reminiscing, character study

Words: 1297

"I'm only here to observe," Sunflare says while hanging off my arm. It's the third time he repeats himself and I still don't know what he wants to hear from me.

Maybe he just wants to turn back to spend time together in the privacy of my room. I won't lie, that does sound tempting, but we shouldn't right now.

I tug Sunflare along the road to the meeting place and sense his ever-growing resistance as he starts dragging his feet. I stop in my tracks and turn to him.

Placing both of my hands on his shoulders, I say: "My Sunbeam, no one is gonna force you to talk, but I would really appreciate it if you could go into this with an open mind and don't be afraid to voice your opinions."

"I can't make you any promises," Sunflare fixes me that warm, 'you're so irritating but I like you regardless' look and sighs, "but I'll try my best to be open-minded today."

"That's all I can hope for."

"Now let's go before I change my mind."

I let go of his shoulders and lead him further into the garden. I feel his hand slip into mine, oh so naturally, and suddenly it's like we're young saplings again, exploring our world with a naïve sense of wonder. Our adventures would last hours or even days if we were lucky. They always left me more energised, but in hindsight, I think Sunflare had trouble keeping up with me.

Our adventure in the garden lasts only a few minutes before we reach a clearing where the others are already waiting for us. Fifi's sitting behind Violet, braiding little daisies in her hair. Plume lies down in the grass beside them, one foot sticking up in the air, twirling idly in circles.

"Do I wanna know where Helia is?" I ask, as countless doom-scenarios fill my mind.

Violet opens her mouth to speak, but Plume is faster, "No, but she's gonna regret she missed you bringing your beau over."

My attention is pulled back to my hand still holding Sunflare's. I inconspicuously slip my hand out of his hold in favour of crossing my arms. I ignore Plume's remark and turn to Violet. "What were you about to say, Violet?"

Violet smiles like she bit into a sour plum and says, "Well, it's just, Helia told me to tell you that she's, um, busy reading a book."

"Wow, she really didn't even try with that lie, did she?" Plume comments dryly and receives a punch from Violet in the shoulder along with distressed shushing noises.

They're acting as if I haven't already figured out how Helia works. If I didn't know her any better, I'd assume this was indeed a poorly crafted lie, but Helia very well may be reading a book right now...  in the library... from which she is banned to enter. Well, if she manages to break in, then I'm sure she'll worm her way out of trouble as well.

I let all thoughts and worries about Helia drift from my mind (for now) and sit down cross-legged on the grass. It takes only a few moments and a couple of looks from Violet and Fifi, for me to realise Sunflare is still standing up, like his feet are frozen to the ground.

"You can sit down, you know," Plume says without looking. Even though they've switched which foot to stick in the air, the twirling motion never stops. It’s a nervous tic, but who it’s making more nervous I don’t know. Plume, Sunflare or me?

Sunflare focuses his dark brown eyes on me and for a split-second I struggle to breathe.

"Where do you want me to sit?"

It's difficult to hear him speak when his voice gets soft like that, but not impossible.

I reply, "Sit wherever you want."

"On the grass?"

"Did you expect us to sit on chairs placed in a neat circle or something?" My question is 90 percent sarcasm, but from the way Sunflare stays quiet, I realise that yes, he did think that. "Never mind, just..." I end my sentence by patting the empty spot on the grass next to me.

I don't even need to look at Sunflare to know he's on edge. The tension is so thick it practically radiates off of him. After what seems like ages, he obliges, but the tension doesn't let up.

I decide not to waste anymore time with idle chatter and jump right into this meeting.

"Violet, why don't you start," I suggest, "I believe you had something you wanted to discuss during this session?"

"Right, right," She mutters. It's clear she hasn't prepared what she's planning to say yet, but she makes a valiant attempt anyway. "I've, uh, been having a bit of trouble with Nia lately. She's really excited about going to college and all, but I think she's been taking on too much stuff, you know? I just know it's gonna take a toll on her physical and mental well-being in the long run, but... I really don't know how I can broach the topic without bursting the happy bubble she's in." Her eyes make contact with Sunflare and she needlessly adds, "Nia's my human by the way."

"I figured as much," replies Sunflare.

Plume puffs their cheeks and groans as if listening to the problems of others is the greatest kind of punishment they could suffer through. "I think you should just rip off the band-aid and give her a reality check."

Fifi, who's only been observing up till now, shakes her head vigorously. "Slow down." She gestures by trailing her index finger up her arm. "There's more to consider before offering advice."

Plume has a tendency to ignore Fifi, purely because they don't look at others when speaking. However, Fifi makes a good point, so I reiterate what she said to Plume.

Plume's foot stops moving for a moment and they open their eyes. "Sorry, Fifi."

She raises her thumb. "It's okay."

"Anything else you want to add, Fifi?"

"Nia is taking on too much stuff, how come?" She directs this question to Violet.

"Oh, well, she's taken up art classes again and sighed up to be a student council member. On top of that she has to balance her actual classes. It's only the beginning of the semester so she doesn't have too many assignments yet, but... she will soon."

"Is it possible that you might be getting worried a bit prematurely?" I ask.

"No offense, Dewdrop, but her human has a history of frequent hospital stays and health scares. She has every right to be concerned," Plume interjects.

I raise my hands up in defense, "Hold on, Plume, I was merely considering the possibility."

"And it isn't possible, obviously," Plume snaps in return. Something is clearly going on with them, but confronting them right here and now about their negative attitude would be the singlemost foolish thing to do.

Plume will have to talk eventually (I hope) and my focus now should be on de-escalating the conversation and bring it back to the topic at hand. 

I wonder what Sunflare is thinking about all of this. I'm slightly surprised he hasn't attempted to run away yet, considering how tense he was at the start of this. Furthermore, he's always been terrified of even the slightest hint of a conflict brewing. And Plume is singlehandedly brewing up a storm.

But instead of meeting a frightened little sapling, I'm greeted by a seasoned caretaker who has seen his fair share of conflict over the many centuries he's been alive. The expression on Sunflare's face is a far cry from fear, it's interest and a hint of amusement.

"What's so funny?" I lean in to whisper to him.

"Seems like keeping an open mind to consider all possibilities isn't doing you any favours, is it?"

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Taglist: @theramwrites, @giosele

#wip: how to break every rule in tch #wip: htberitch #oc dewdrop #my writing #wip excerpt #extra scene that won't make it into the story #group therapy-esque scene to get to know my ocs #character study #unedited writing #sorry for any typos

[blazerina]

Hundreds of Tomorrows - (Mal x MC) - Blades of Light & Shadows

Hundreds of Tomorrows

Word Count: 3053

A/N: This is a little thing that I picture starting and happening before Nia, Tyril and MC (Raine) go behind the glass wall where only those with magic can pass. This was from chapter 11 (I think?) when they’re in the catacombs. I’m not very good at remembering details from the chapters. 

I took a few liberties to change up what exactly happened behind the wall so it’s not exactly in line with the rest of BOLAS (please don’t hate me or send me messages about how wrong I am). Also, I freaking LOVE Threep and his banter/relationship with Mal.  

This story comes at the request of @choicesobsessed  who sent a prompt for “Is that blood? ...No?” from a prompt list I posted a while ago. It fit perfectly with this idea I already had so ta-da!

Hope everyone reading this is doing well and staying safe! Please enjoy!

xoxo

--

“Kit, a word please?” Mal said inquisitively, his eyebrow raised in mock curiosity.  He motioned for Raine to follow him to a more secluded area.

“Keep your voice down.” He instructed as Raine followed him.

“Keep my voice down?” She questioned.

“You do realize the rest of the group is right over there…”

Mal sighed in agitation.

“Okay then, m’lady, let’s talk behind this here rock. Is that better?”

The two of them circled around a rather large boulder that was still not much further from the group.

“Oh much. Much better.” She smirked. “What’s your deal? We don’t have a lot of time and we need to check out what’s behind that magic wall.”

“Are you sure about this?” Mal asked, searching her eyes for the truth. “I mean like, really, totally, 100% sure?”

“Sure about what?” Raine asked, confused.

“Going behind the magic wall with only elf-boy to protect you? I don’t think it’s safe.”  Mal cut right to the point.

“Ooohhh….” Raine teased. “I see what this is about…”

She folded her arms in front of her chest and leaned back against the rock that was supposedly concealing their conversation.

“Nothing. It’s not about anything.” Mal squinted his eyes in frustration, stumbling a little bit and working very hard to make his point. He didn’t want to be obvious, but apparently he was failing miserably.

“Mmhmm.” Raine scoffed.  “Listen, I don’t only have Tyril to protect me. Nia is coming and so is Threep.”

“Raine.”

Mal looked down his nose at her, wishing she would realize this was actually not a time to joke. For him to be serious meant it really indeed was…serious.

“You cannot be serious. You think that cat-bat is going to be able to save you?”

“He is a nesper, Mal, not a cat-bat. You really need to stop calling him that. And I don’t know why you’re wasting my time right now.”

She stood up straighter, ready to confront him.

“We will be safe. Everything is fine. You’re acting this way mainly because you don’t want to be left here with Imtura AND you’re afraid of missing out on adventure. You’re upset that you’re not being included.”

Mal’s mouth hung open ready to protest, but Raine quickly closed the space between them kissed him on the cheek. She lingered a little bit and whispered in his ear.

“But I do think it’s awfully cute you’re so protective of me.”

She pulled away, looking him in the eye and giving him a quick wink, before walking away.

“Raine!”

Mal called out.

“Wait!”

She turned around, shoulders slumped, groaning in frustration. “What is it now?!”

“Just, be careful. Please. I…I don’t like not going in there with you…if anything happened – I – I –“

Raine stopped joking around, once she realized the serious tone Mal was using.                                                                                                                                        

“Don’t worry – I’ll come back to you.” She nodded, confirming what she just said.

Raine then jogged towards Nia and Tyril who were waiting at the entrance to the wall.

--

“Look lover boy, I know that you’re smitten with our very own land rat, but you have got to calm down.”

Imtura was perched on top of a large black rock while Mal paced nervously back and forth in front of her, tossing a small pebble up and down.

“If you don’t stop tossing that ridiculous little rock, I’m going to smash you one more time into that magic wall and leave you for dead.”

Mal ignored her, continued pacing, but did at least stop tossing the rock.  

“See here – there’s one thing that us sneaky humans have over your orc tribe. We have this sixth sense. This gut feeling about things. And I’m telling you something’s not right about all this. Any of this…it’s just really, really messed up…”

Mal was suddenly distracted looking deep into the eyes of a half-charred statue looking rock that had grabbed his attention.

“I mean, what the hell is that? This is not normal.” He said as he gestured to the piece of art he found.

“Nothing about this is normal. Pull your head out of your arse, boy. Look around you – has anything we’ve experienced the past few weeks been normal?

If you’re looking for normal you best leave now because it’s only going to get weirder if you ask me…” Imtura spat, picking something out of her jowls.

Mal mad a face, clearly disgusted by her behavior. “You’re one of a kind, you know that, Im?”

He wiped his hands along the front of his vest, suddenly feeling dirty. He huffed loudly as he plopped down on the ground.

“When are they going to be baaaack?!” He whined, keeping his eyes closed. “This is the worst!”

“That’s them. Mal!” Imtura was laughing, happy to see the rest of their crew. “They’re alive. They made it. Here they come!”

Threep was leading the crew, actually using his wings to fly, and hovering a little bit in front of everyone.

“Mal before you see her you need to know that…”

“I am fine!” Raine called from the back of the group leaning on Tyril and limping a bit. She was holding her side and trying her best not to grimace.

“Raine? What happened? Is she okay? Are you okay?”

Tyril gingerly helped Raine to sit down, Nia followed and tried to console Mal.

“She really is fine, Mal. I can heal her, don’t worry.  I just need a moment…”

“Is that blood?!” Mal asked, pointing to Raine’s side where a dark spot had begun to form beneath her hands.

“…No?” Raine lied, not wanting to upset him.

“Why is everyone more worried about Mal than the actual person who is injured?!” Threep squawked still flying above everyone else.

“Fix her. Fix her now.” Mal ordered, looking at Nia. “Do it. Let’s go – why are we waiting around?”

“I don’t want her to.” Raine’s voice was raised slightly and forceful.

“We do need to make a decision. We got what we came for, it’s time we head back. The longer we are here the longer we are in danger.” Tyril explained, adding pressure to the current situation.

“Mal – calm down.” Raine hissed, through gritted teeth, obviously in pain. “We need to get out of here. I don’t want Nia wasting life on me and I know I can make it. Let’s go.”

Mal tried to protest but Raine shot him down immediately with a cold and hard stare.

He resigned himself to the fact that Raine was not changing her mind.

“Let me help…” he tried to loop her arm around his shoulder, but Raine was stubborn.

“Raine – are you sure?” Tyril asked one final time.

Nia was nervously biting her lip, Imtura was staying quiet and Threep was nosing through Raine’s bag while the rest of them looked to one another to make a decision.

“Too bad jerky doesn’t make you feel better like it does me.” He chuckled, his head popping up out of the bag with a mouthful.

The entire group swiveled their heads to scowl at him.

Threep began to nervously laugh as he lowered himself back into the bag. “Wrong time to joke?” He asked, retreating quickly.

“Why does everyone keep asking if I��m sure?” Raine growled.  “First Mal, now you, Tyril. Have I ever not known my own mind?”

“Don’t answer that.” Threep instructed from inside Raine’s bag. Imtura had taken ownership of the satchel so that Raine wouldn’t be saddled with it.

--

The group walked in silence most of the way back to the Starfury house. Everyone was exhausted from the information they had found out about Kaya and the news they’d now be looking for a shard at the masquerade the next day. It seemed as though this troupe would never know a moment of rest – they continued on from one adventure to another in their quest against the Shadow Court.

Once they arrived at the manor, it was without question that each one of them would retire to their quarters in order to sleep well and rest before the ball. Without saying a word, all of them with the exception of Raine, communicated with each other, proving their trust and reliance on their teammates.

Imtura checked on Threep once more before handing the bag to Mal and telling everyone goodnight. Tyril nodded as he passed Raine over to him as well.

“She’s all yours.” He muttered under his breath.

“Raine, be well. I’m just down the hall if you need anything.” Nia cooed, almost prancing along the way to her room.

“I’ll take it from here.” Mal nodded, standing behind Raine.

She turned to look at him and arched an eyebrow. “What exactly are you taking where?”

“Lead the way, kit. I’m just gonna make sure you’re all tucked in, then you’ll be rid of me.”

--

Once to her room, Mal helped Threep out of the bag, accepting his content purring as thanks.

“Yeah yeah, calm down you crossbreed.” Mal stood up and waited by the door for Raine to get settled.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed, still holding her side.

“I’m not going to ask about it because I quite like my head being attached to my body…” Mal began.

Raine tried not to smile but she couldn’t help it. Being alone with Mal always made her feel better.

“I’ll be leaving you alone now if you’re all right. Did the bleeding actually stop?” He questioned, opening the door, about to leave.

“I’m not sure.” Raine said softly, suddenly preoccupied with the hem of her shirt. “I think…I think I need your help.”

“I’m sorry. What was that? Not sure I heard you correctly. Did you say you…you need my help?” Mal teased, closing the door and moving closer to her on the bed.

“Mal. Now isn’t the time. This is hard for me.” Raine answered, truthfully.

“Ah. Forgive me – it’s a real bucket of rainbows and sunshine for me right now too.” He tried to joke, sitting down next to her on the bed.

Silence hung in the air heavy and weighted as they stared stoically at one another. She looked at him and cursed herself for making him feel bad when all he was trying to do earlier was show he cared. He looked at her hoping she would one day understand just what she meant to him.

Clearing his throat, his voice weak and coming out more like a hoarse whisper, Mal asked, “What, um…what can I help you with? What do you need?”

“I need you to look at the wound and see if the bleeding has stopped.” Rain responded, snapping out of her silent reverie.

Her mind had suddenly travelled to the memory of Mal’s lips on hers and their skin touching together, the fire it created. This fire was not like the magic she was learning to make; it was different. Hotter. Deeper. Less fleeting. More substantial and real.

Mal nodded as Raine pulled her shirt up slightly, to reveal a small gash about an inch and a half long. The bleeding had stopped, and it didn’t appear to be deep but Mal could not know for sure.

“It’s no longer bleeding but that is the only thing I’m certain of.” He held her hand now, trying his best to be soft and caring.

“Do you have medicine?” He asked, suddenly standing up. “In your bag, the salve you’ve made before. Do you have any of it left?”

Raine was struggling to stay awake, so tired and fatigued from the day’s events and now weak due to her injury. She mumbled something as her eyes started to close.

“Raine! Raine.  Stay with me for just a little bit longer.” Mal was pulling item after item out of Raine’s bag.

“A stinger? You saved this from the Drakna?” He asked, completely dumbfounded as he pulled more and more random things from her satchel.

“Good gods you can hold a lot of stuff in here!” Mal smiled, looking at her now laying down on the bed.

“Huzzah! I found it!” He shouted triumphantly and held the small bottle up above his head as though it was the most sought-after treasure in the land.

Proud of himself, he sat down next to her on the bed as she was still fighting sleep.

“C’mere girl. Just hold still. That’s it.”

He softly applied the cream to her injury, rubbing around the edges as tenderly as his calloused fingers would allow.

“I’m sorry if it hurts.” He whispered, watching her face for any reaction. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing was steady.

Finding an old piece of cloth in her bag, Mal poured more of the salve on the rag and was able to tie it off around Raine’s small waist. She was quiet and compliant.

“I don’t know that I’ve ever seen you stay completely silent before, kit.  It’s kind of nice.” He mocked, drawing a big smile from the girl.

“Mal. That’s enough. Thank you. I’m quite settled now.”

He was now going through some drawers in a large armoir found in the corner of Raine’s room. Finding what he was looking for he tossed a long white nightgown on the bed.

“This’ll do. You need to change – I won’t look.”

“Yes, you will.” Raine challenged. “I wasn’t born yesterday, you know.”

“You’re probably right…” He scratched his chin, deep in thought about what he might see if he kept his eyes open.

Snapping himself out of it, he continued.

“…but here, I’ll help and then when you need me too I’ll look away. I promise.” He said those last two words with a sincerity Raine wasn’t sure existed in him.

“As I’ve said before, you do continue to surprise me, Mal the Rogue.”

Raine chuckled lightly, pulling the shirt she was wearing over her head. She winced a bit and Mal assisted as best he could, closing his eyes and turning his head away when she disrobed completely.

Mal helped her back into bed having turned down the covers, letting her head settle on two pillows, getting her under the blankets and stuffing her in tight.

Threep was out like a light in the corner, snoring loudly. Mal made note of it but decided against a comment, trying instead to focus all his attention on Raine.

“Thank you.” She whispered, looking up at him before her eyes closed for the night. “For all of this. I don’t deserve it after the way I treated you, today.  Really.”

“Now, now. I’m sure I’ll find a way for you to make it up to me sometime soon.”

She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. “Will you stay with me, please?” She mumbled, falling into a rhythmic sleep almost immediately.

“Yes!” Mal fist pumped instinctively, getting what he had hoped for.

He said a silent prayer of thanks to the gods and walked around the bed to the other side. He laid down his weapons but as he took off his boots, realized again just how loud Threep was snoring. He threw one of his boots at him, waking the nesper up with a hiss.

“What was that for?!” Threep was more than agitated.

“You’re snoring!” Mal whispered harshly. “I’m staying the night and I need to get some shuteye.”

“You’re staying the night?” Threep’s eyes grew wide. “I should have gone with Imtura.”

“Yeah, you should have.” Mal quipped, “She’s the only one of the group who snores louder than you and wouldn’t be bothered.”

Threep stood up, made three circles and laid back down again, nestling against the wall and falling asleep again with a loud and dramatic huff.

Mal worked to get into bed but was careful not to disturb Raine. He stayed on top of the covers that Raine was underneath. He quickly realized in his effort to prop her up on the pillows, that meant there weren’t any left on the bed. So he got out of bed once again and grabbed the satchel to rest his head upon.

He sighed to himself with his hands resting on his stomach, content to be settled next to Raine, knowing she was okay, and most of all, that she wanted him to be with her, at least for tonight.

Realizing the adrenaline of this moment was keeping him awake, he rolled over onto his side to stare at the sleeping woman next to him.

“Will I stay?” Mal said quietly as his eyes took in her features.

He loved the light freckles that danced over her face, beneath her eyes and over the bridge of her nose. The way her lips were a soft shade of pink and her cheeks a natural rose; her golden hair in a tight braid that always rested on one side of her head, exposing the area of her neck that he knew he’d love to kiss over and over again.

Mal could not believe himself. He had never felt anything like these intense feelings. He was in shock that he already felt so strongly for someone he didn’t really know all that well.

He was completely certain that he loved the feeling of her hand in his. And he knew something was real if he was truthfully scared to think of anything happening to her when he wasn’t around to protect her.

He reached across her and took her hand once again, then softly and sweetly laced his fingers in between hers, his thumb rubbing small smoothing circles across her knuckles.

“What are you doing to me, kit? You may be making an honest man out of me…and I have never, ever, wanted to be one of those until now…”

He brought her hand to his lips and let them linger there for a while. He didn’t want to take his gaze off her for fear something would happen to change the moment, to change the way she felt about him, to change their relationship, if that’s indeed what it was.

He silently brushed a single tendril of hair off her face and leaned forward to kiss her forehead.

“Will I stay, Raine?” He whispered, smiling to himself.

“That’s not even a question. I will stay tonight and hundreds of tomorrows if you’ll have me, sweet girl.”

#blazerina babbles #mal x mc #mc x mal #mal volari #bolas #blades of light and shadow #mal the rogue #mal the magnificent

[nazario-sayeed]

Vulnerable (Mal x F!Elf)

Summary: I used two prompts I found here on tumblr to write this fic: "I turned out liking you a lot more than I originally planned.” and “Do you think they can hear us through the tent?” “Yes, we can.” I think that's pretty self explanatory isn't it 

Author’s note: This is my first Mal x MC fic but I already have a few others planned, hopefully I'll work on them soon. I named it after Vulnerable by Selena Gomez, so that's my recommendation for today. English is not my first language. 

Word count: the last time i checked it had 2.1k words but I added some things.

Warnings: it’s not exactly smut but it’s close. Some swearing too, a bit of angst. 

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Trying to get the shards meant spending a lot of their time moving around Morella, following the leads from one place to another and camping in unusual and unfamiliar places. They were used to it; Myriani went hunting, Nia and Tyril set up camp, Mal collected fruits and plants they could eat, Imtura chopped down wood to make a fire, Threep kept sleeping unbothered. They had a routine, and they were good at it.

By the time the sun went down, they were gathered around the fire, passing the flask with ale between each other and listening to the same stories they had heard Mal tell at least 10 times- something about contessas and alcohol. None of them bothered listening anymore. Somewhere along the bumpy road, their party became quite close. Two elves, two humans, an orc and a nesper sounded like the beginning of a joke, but somehow they worked well together. They protected each other, fought for each other and enjoyed each other's company- even Tyril was caught smiling every now and then.

They were all exhausted that night, so they went to their tents right after they ate whatever animal it was that Mariani had hunted for them. That night was colder than they were used to; winter was showing its first signs. Their tents were set up close to the fire that they hoped would last all night. 

Myriani couldn’t sleep; she kept tossing and turning in her tent until she gave up sleep altogether with a sigh. She couldn't stop thinking about her brother- everyday they got closer to finding the next shards, but they still had so much ahead of them. With each passing day, the possibility of finding him felt more and more thin. 

She closed her eyes and let her elf senses feel the atmosphere around her, trying to sense some peace within the woods around her and fall asleep. Instead, she felt that the person in the tent next to hers wasn’t sleeping either. Mal.

I could go join him in his tent, she thought to herself. It wouldn’t be the first time they’ve slept together, in the literal meaning of the word. Kissing and sleeping together. That's all they had done so far- sneaking in each other's tents or rooms to make out until both of them passed out, usually too exhausted to do more. But she wanted more. Sometimes she wanted him so badly it hurt. She knew he wanted her too; whenever they were kissing and she straddled him, she could clearly feel just how badly he wanted her.

When they were alone together, sometimes she caught glances of the real Mal, the man underneath the character he had built for himself. He seemed vulnerable and real for a few seconds- but before she could truly appreciate it he went back to his act. She liked his flirty and carefree personality, but behind his crooked smirk and teasing comments there was a real man who she liked even more. In the mornings after they had spent the night together, when they were with the group again, he always pretended nothing had happened. He came back to telling his many tales as an adventurer, his sex escapades and whatever else he thought would fit his reputation best. She didn't know if she ever expected anything different, but she couldn't deny it stung a little.

She debated on her head if she should really go to his tent, even if she already knew she would eventually give in- so she did. She silently got out of her tent and crawled to his, carefully opening it. When she poked her head through the tent, she saw Mal instinctively reaching for the dagger he kept by his side, relaxing when he realized it was her.

“You should be more careful next time. I was close to throwing a dagger at you” he said with a smirk and she rolled her eyes, climbing in the tent and closing it behind her.

“I’d like to see you try, Mal the Magnificent” she said back and he let out an amused chuckle, leaning back and resting his head on his crossed arms.

“Did you come into my tent to challenge me for a duel or do you have something else in mind?” he said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. She rolled her eyes again and threw the pillow she had brought with her at him, feeling glad that the poor lighting wouldn’t let him see the blush on her cheeks.

“Get your mind out of the gutter” she said, laying down next to him, blaming their proximity on the small space of the tent. She could barely make out his face in the dark, the only light coming from the fire burning weakly outside their tent.

“I just couldn’t sleep, and I knew you were still up so…” she trailed off, and he turned to face her, searching for her eyes.

“What’s keeping you awake, kit?” he asked and she could tell it was an honest question, like he actually cared about the answer. About her, even. 

“It’s just… this journey has been the most exhausting thing I’ve ever been a part of, but it’s also the most fun I ever had. It’s a bittersweet feeling because I’m having the time of my life finally living the adventure I always dreamed of, but Kade isn’t here to share it with me. It was his dream too and I….” her voice broke. “I don’t know. I wish he was here too.”

Mal reached between them to give her hand a small squeeze.

“I don’t know if we’ll be able to bring your brother back, Myriani. But if there’s one team that can do it, it’s ours” he said, sounding more optimistic than she could ever remember him being. She could feel the honesty on his voice.

“Mal, was that you being supportive and optimistic? What’s happening to you?” she asked him with fake concerned, and he laughed.

“Your lot has been a bad influence on me. Mostly you and the priestess” she couldn’t see the smile on his face but she could hear it.

“You probably can’t wait to get rid of us huh” she tried to tease him, hoping it had sounded casual enough. The truth was that deep down, she was scared he would agree. She knew Mal was lonely wolf, that he went where he could find the best opportunity for him. But after all of these weeks they had spent together- kissing, talking, getting to know each other- some part of her hoped he wouldn’t leave as soon as their mission was over. She didn’t know exactly what she expected, but she wished she had time with him after all of this to figure it out.

“I…” he started, hesitating for one second too long to make Myriani instantly regret what she had said. Before she could say anything to take it back, he went on, his confident tone back “Nah, you’re not all bad. I turned out liking you a lot more than I originally planned”

"Are you going soft on me now?" she asked, her voice too shaky to be casual. He smiled and instead of answering he tentatively moved his hand that was on top of hers to her hips, her skin on fire where he was touching her over her clothes.

“Mal…” she whispered, closing her eyes as his hands move up her sides to the back of her neck, his calloused hand caressing her skin.

“I don’t think I wanna talk anymore. Do you?" he said, his voice just the right amount of teasing and seriousness. She knew he was dodging her question, but at that moment, she didn't give a fuck. 

Instead of answering him, Myriani pressed her lips to his in a soft kiss. He let out a soft gasp and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss.

She threw her legs over his hips before he could react, straddling him. He barely had time to groan his approval before she leaned down and kissed him more passionately.

Mal moaned softly into her mouth as she grabbed his long hair and pulled it  hard. His hands explored her sides, her hips, her backside- anywhere he could find. With each second, their kiss grew more heated and their movements were more intense.

One of her hands slid under his shirt, feeling his firm muscles reacting to her touch. She traced every line of his stomach with her hand, tracing the hair there with her fingers to where it disappeared under his pants. Just as her hand brushed the waistband of his pants, she pulled back from him, making him groan his disapproval.

“Take off your shirt, please” he could tell by her tone it wasn't a request- it was an order. 

"So polite..." He teased, making a show of removing the shirt. 

As soon as his shirt was off, she leaned down to kiss him again. More heated, more passionate, rougher. She traced kisses down his jaw and neck, biting him with just enough strength to leave a mark.

His own hands didn’t stop exploring her body, pushing her skirt over her long legs, until his hands were above her knees, sliding closer and closer to where she was now aching for him. She rolled her hips on top of him, moving in a way that could only be described as griding on the very obvious bulge on his pants. It felt so good, it felt too good- they couldn't help the cry that left both of their mouths.

They kept kissing and touching each other, his hands already undoing the laces on her clothes when she heard something outside the tent. She froze and pulled back, attentitve to every movement and sound around them.

It was dark, but she could only imagine what they looked like at that moment. Him with his shirt off, his hair a mess from all the pulls she gave it, his lips swollen and his neck and chest already showing some of the marks she left there. Her with the laces on her outfit half undone, her skirt hiked to her waist barely covering her hips. Both of them panting, trying to catch a breath.

“Did you hear that?” She whispered. He stopped, trying to listen to whatever she had heard. But his senses weren't as heightened as hers.

“Hear… what?” He said back, don’t minding the interruption and sliding his hands up her bare legs “The only sound I heard was you moaning and-“

"Shh!" She put a finger to his lips to shut him up and there was the sound again, like someone shuffling around but trying to keep quiet. 

Only then she seemed to remember they were in a tent in the middle of the woods with four of their companions sleeping a few feet away. Very exposed, not at all alone. She thought they were all asleep when she sneaked out but… Myriani and Mal hadn’t been exactly quiet, someone could've easily woken up. She heard a quiet cough and Mal seemed to have heard it this time too, because she could feel his body tensing up under her.

“Do you think they can hear us through the tent?” She asked in a low voice that she hoped only Mal could hear.

“Yes, we can” all of their companions- Tyril, Nia, Imtura and even Threep- said in unison. Tyril sounded exhausted, Nia sounded embarrassed and Imtura sounded amused. Threep sounded like a mix of all three. Well, if they heard that, they definitely heard everything else, she thought to herself. 

Mal’s and Myriani’s eyes met in the dark and although some part of them felt embarrassed to have been overheard by their group while they heavily made out in the middle of the night, they burst out laughing together. She was laughing so hard she fell on top of him, trying to muffle the sound by burying her face onto his chest while he rubbed her back trying to calm her down- but he was laughing just as hard.

Outside the tent they head a long sigh.

“Can you please, please stop? Some of us want to get some sleep before we have to spend all day tomorrow traveling through the woods” Tyril was done with their bullshit. They heard a small chuckle in the tent next to theirs- Imtura.

“Sorry, guys. We’ll tone it down” Myriani said, still feeling low-key amused.

“I much appreciate it. Goodnight” Tyril said, annoyed; this time Mal and Myriani managed to hold back their laugh. 

“We’ll pick up from here another day?” She said to Mal with a smirk, his hands on her back.

“You better be fucking sure we will” he pulled her face down for one last kiss before she climbed out of him and let him wrap his arm around her, his bare chest to her back. She was at least 10 inches taller than him but somehow they made it work. She felt comfortable sleeping with his arms around her.

He kissed the back of her neck and she let out a content sigh, snuggling against him.

“Goodnight, Mal”

“Night, kit”

She felt his breath on the back of her neck and his heart beating against her back- it felt so right to be like that. She ignored the part of her brain that kept telling her this would end with a goodbye and a broken heart. At that moment, it was enough to feel his arms holding her close. She could let herself be vulnerable and hoped he would too. 

#blades of light and shadow #mal volari #mal x mc #playchoices #choices #fanfic #fanfiction #fic

[killcommander]

you asked the audience but i wanna know which song YOU would want playing in the background for supercorp's first kiss

okay strap in because this is something i have been thinking about A LOT. 

thinking about the vibe of the songs that the show usually goes for and what’s actually plausible, i would want the stripped version of higher by the naked and famous. they’ve already used a very short clip of the original song in 2x17 but this version HITS DIFFERENT, and honestly, the producers probably don’t even remember using it plus it might be kind of cool to hear a different version of the song that comes off as more weathered and jaded than the original when the characters have changed and have been through so much. 

so i’m imagining this in the season five finale end scenes. right before the song begins, we’re getting a dansen scene--some big step in their relationship. my guess would be a proposal or something because that’s just what i’m suspecting at this point. so the end of that scene is happening as the song fades in, and then we cut to j’onn and malefic (0:20 if you’re listening on spotify). maybe they’re having some deep conversation about idk what that unfolds in 5b. i don’t pay much attention to this storyline. 

so their conversation continues until the end of the first chorus (1:24) and then we cut to brainy and nia. idk where they’ll be at by the end of the season but i hope its somewhere good because they deserve all the best. let’s say in the big final battle of the season nia gets hurt badly and she’s having to talk brainy down because he thought he was going to lose her. so they’re having the whole “you could have died” talk in their own cute way. this is resolved with a dramatic kiss and goes on until the beginning of the second chorus (2:05). 

then we cut through the couples without any dialogue--just little scenes: some sort of closure for andrea’s arc that was resolved earlier in the episode, then cut to brainy and nia kissing, alex and kelly looking at the ring on kelly’s finger, and j’onn hugging malefic. 

at 2:34 (”put these battered bones to rest” OOF) we cut to kara, who’s staring longingly out her window. it’s obvious who she’s thinking about. at this point in time, something has happened that has forced them both to acknowledge their feelings for each other, just not to each other. kara lets out a heavy sigh and appears to get up, but we don’t know where she’s going. 

2:48 (”leave no reason to confess”) we cut to lena, who’s standing out on her balcony with her Whiskey of the Day™, clearly waiting for supergirl to fly onto her balcony. the music cuts at about 3:00 when there’s a knock on lena’s door. 

it’s kara--not in her suit, but just kara. 

she asks lena if she can come in, and lena steps aside to let her in. kara says they need to talk, that even though she feels like they’ve talked so much of the betrayal to death and even though they’ve begun to work together again, things still feel stilted and awkward between them. (they’ve gotten back to working together, but the brunch dates, the girls’ nights, the hanging out one-on-one hasn’t really caught fire again.)

lena doesn’t really say anything and just lets kara talk. kara goes on to say she’s been running scared because she doesn’t really know where they go from here. and then kara drops what she’s expressed to other characters (maybe kal and the others in crisis, alex at some point i’d imagine, etc) but not to lena: she promised lena no more secrets, and even if it hurts, she can’t keep hiding this one. 

and so kara tells her that she’s loved her for longer than she’s probably realized, that she kept pretending just like she did with being supergirl, that she never let herself fully think of what it would be like to have lena because she could never let herself imagine past an identity reveal. but now they’re in it and she has to put it out there. she tells lena that she was worried that her love for her would be just like kryptonite, that it would be a weakness and put them in danger, but that’s not it at all. if kara’s learned anything from the time she and lena have been at odds, its that they’re stronger together, that they make a great team, that kara needs her. 

lena stays quiet but there’s tears in her eyes. and just as kara thinks she’s made a mistake, as she goes to say “you don’t need to say anything. i understand if you don’t feel the same-,” the music comes back in, and the camera cuts to lena’s face at 3:06 and then at 3:09, lena grabs kara by the face and pulls her in for a kiss with that rolling drum beatcoming in in the background and its SO SEXY OF THEM. 

and from there we get a short montage of them making out and tearing off clothes, and then kara pulling back at one point with a look on her face that’s seeming to ask both lena and herself if this is real. 

and then lena takes off kara’s glasses and sets them aside. kara carries her bridal style toward lena’s bedroom. 

fade to black as the song ends. 

(someone please send my idea to the cw.)

#supercorp #supergirl #kara danvers #lena luthor

[naturaldisasterfanfiction]

16.

I am sad that I had to leave Robyn in Mexico and come here, now I am exposed to idiots like always. I left Keeis to look after my home and of course, I mean why not. Sinko and Hoody have been staying here, I didn’t know but to my surprise they have been “nigga comes back with a tan and all in a daze, are you ok?” Sinko “just figuring out why you all in my home, Keeis I said no but why? I don’t want these niggas in my home?” I pointed at Keeis, I am not going to shout or get angry just ask why “why not? We have always done this, what is different now?” Hoody laughed “where have you been though? Like you come back with a tan and shit, you immigrating? Or you seeing the German?” shaking my head “it has nothing to do with you but I just came to gather some clothes, I am going to see Royalty’ game” walking off to gather some clothes “we will come with” I wish they wouldn’t but I don’t want to start acting all brand new with them, they going to start to try and dig into shit, I am not saying I went Germany because that bitch would have posted that and she hasn’t so they will then know I am lying, I am just going to slowly cut them off “aye, breezy” Hood said behind me, I abruptly stopped and looked to him “you good? Like I know you been taking hard drugs, I know riri got a baby now. You took it hard; I saw that on you. Now you are disappearing. I am here for you, I know you love her a lot and now she pregnant but just know she was for everybody, you know how it is. She was going to fuck a nigga and get pregnant, she wanted that, but you got yours! You got two kids and the mothers are loyal to you” My fist balled up, he does not know fucking anything and he is talking shit “loyal to my money, that is it. Just leave me alone, I don’t want you coming at my home when I am not here, I asked Keeis to be here, that is it. Just don’t” walking off, I need to pack some things but also punch a wall because I am so angry.

Hood and Sinko followed me here, not going to lie but I punched the wall because I was angry. But I got in my car and drove off and they came along, I don’t even know where to stand. I mean I can see Nia’ wide back from here so I guess I will stand there. Manoeuvring around the crowd of people, Nia bought her whole family here “hey” I said standing behind her “woah, wait!? I thought you wasn’t coming!?” Nia turned around in shock “well what happened, you are here!? Roro is going to be so happy oh my god” Nia’ mom moved out of the way as I stood next to Nia “why, I just came here. I thought what the hell. I didn’t want to upset her; it did upset me a lot. Where is she?” I mean clearly she is not here “she didn’t want to play today at all, I said to her that you would be upset if she didn’t. She has been sad all morning, but she is with her team preparing” my poor daughter I feel bad “I need to speak to you in private after, probably when it’s started. Like being straight up about shit” Nia looks all nervous now “oh yeah” looking behind Nia and at my mom “decided to come like you’re father Christmas, why did you upset her and do this?” shaking my head looking away from my mom, I don’t want to know and she better just stay away from me.

I am waiting for my baby to come out, nobody cares about that other team at all. My smile grew seeing Royalty’ team come out, clapping my hands “come on Roro! Let’s go baby!” I shouted while clapping, I whistled out too. Royalty clocked me, her face lit up “my dad! my dad is here!!” she screamed and ran away from her team “my dad came!” she shouted, moving away from the crowd and rushing over to Royalty “you came!” she screamed out, catching her as she ran into me “I made it for you stink” picking Royalty up, she is getting too tall for me to do all this “I am so happy dad! You came!” she wrapped her arms around my neck “of course I came, I made it. I am sorry” I felt bad on how I upset her so much, Royalty moved her head back “you going to score a goal for me now? If you wack I am not claiming you” Royalty yelped out “stop it! I am so happy you came” she kissed my forehead “I am happy too, you go back now ok? I think you going to get in trouble” placing Royalty on the ground “I will score a goal for you dad! Watch me!” she ran off, I swear I love that girl so much, she never lets anything hold her back, not even me. I know I be stressing my own daughter out with the shit I pull.

Nia laughed “Royalty stop looking over here! Look at the ball!” Nia shouted, she keeps looking at me to check if I am watching, of course I am watching her “come on baby!” I shouted “I always worry that she will break a bone that girl, she is clumsy at times” crossing my arms across my chest smiling “I am shocked she kept up with this, she be doing so much and did what I did when I was younger, got bored of it. I would be happy if she became some soccer player, I don’t care what she becomes, minus anything club related” I ain’t finna have my daughter do that shit “same, I don’t agree with that either, she is super happy you are here. I am happy you came, you didn’t say either?” shaking my head “what if something else came up and I let her down again, couldn’t do that at all” you never know with me “you seem like you have a lot on though, anything I should be concerned about that will affect Royalty?” I chuckled “uhm I don’t know yet, will talk to you after though. Less ears around” I mean my mother because she is just stood there listening to everything I say, I feel she hates me or hates what I have become or the simple fact I don’t obey her wishes when she is a hypocrite, she says it’s me but never takes fault for my childhood.

Holding Royalty’ water bottle as she ate her snack at half time, this girl is eating her lunch at half time “did coach say you could eat like this?” I asked, she shook her head “nope but you want some dad? Mom made them” she held her sandwich up at me “nah, she poisoned them” I laughed adding “be quiet, are you going to hurry up before coach sees this” Nia said, Royalty stuffed her sandwich in her mouth and got up from the floor “no pictures please” I said some random fans taking just that “little princess you doing good ain’t you” yes Hoody has come, he is waiting around for me or trying to stay close to me to see what I am doing “drink!” holding her bottle out to her “what you say?” I asked “thank you dad” smiling at my daughter “I have decided, I need to claim another child. You ain’t scoring, you are embarrassing me out there” Royalty moved her drink away in shock “stop it dad! I will do it, watch me” I chuckled “I will be watching but your team is losing, I am supporting the other team now” Royalty pushed me laughing “silly butt!” she spat.

Clapping my hands “Royalty! Come on, kick the ball” she is playing silly today “Jesus!” I groaned out, she is being terrible and I wanted to shout that but I didn’t, feeling my phone ringing in my pocket “little homie being bad on purpose” Hood said, I laughed shaking my head “on purpose and I came back for this” looking down at my phone, my baby calling me. Oh my god I am so happy to see that “hello” answering the call “I was expecting you to call me dumpling, how is you? Enjoying yourself? Was she happy to see her dad, I am missing my daddy now” Robyn’ voice goes straight to my dick “why is you talking like on the phone, I hear it in your voice little lady. You are my dumpling, but I am good just watching Royalty play her game, she was so happy to see me, but I am happy. How are you and little crumb” Robyn snorted laughing “little crumb, nigga you are making up words now. But mhm, I am missing you though, I want you in bed also check your messages, I sent you a little something. I thought she would be done but call me when you are, I am actually missing you though” I cooed out “I will be back soon dumpling, love you” my eyes bulged out, Hoody is just staring at me as he heard every word “I am going to kick your ass, love you too” she put the phone down “oh shit! You really got a new girl!? This is it” he shouted “fuck you, seriously. Get out of my face” walking away from him, let me see what she sent. Opening the message “oh yeah” she actually looks so sexy pregnant ‘Just a lil something’ is that kinky lingerie she got on, tilting my head. She got the lace lingerie on and suspenders, oh she is going all out “Go Roro!” hearing Nia shout, locking my phone looking behind me “yesss” I just saw my baby score “that is my baby!! Royalty!” I ran towards her “I scored for my daddy! I did it! I did it” my baby really did it for me.

I am super proud of my baby, she scored for me. Crouching down to Royalty “look over here now” Nia said, kissing Royalty’ cheek “my baby scored! Look at this award, so proud of you” putting my arm around her “awww this is so cute” holding my phone out to Nia “take one on mine” Nia took my phone “look at my medal dad, I told you I would score. And we won!” she yelped out “you did, I am so happy” looking at Nia smiling, Royalty kissed my cheek. I cooed out smiling “you two” getting up from my position and grabbing my phone from Nia, unlocking my phone and tapping on my messages. I sent the picture to Robyn ‘She won it!’ pressing send “you go and stay with meme; I need to speak to you mom. I won’t go, don’t worry” Royalty wasn’t happy I told her to go “just there, let me speak to your mom in private, it’s grown talk so move” Royalty stuck her tongue out at me “and you” I laughed, putting my phone in my pocket “after you” I gestured for Nia to walk ahead of me, I am scared that I will get a no because it is out of the country but I don’t know, it depends on what she says about this.

We walked a little away from the group “my baby is so happy you came; I think it gave her so much life to win. I am glad you came; you made the effort to break away from what you were doing. You go to just do it sometimes Chris, it’s just one of those things but to see her happy, I bet it was worth it?” nodding my head “it was, I just wanted to speak to you about something. This has nothing to do with my mom. I feel like Royalty is growing, she doesn’t care to go to meme home anymore and whatever. I am trying to do better by my kids, by myself and with you trusting me, that helps me so much. I enjoy spending time with Royalty. I am not sure if she told, I did promise her we would go away, daddy and daughter thing, Just us” Nia let out an oh “she didn’t but when she was upset she did say, he promised daddy and daughter but like didn’t go into it. So you mentioned it to her that you would take her away?” nodding my head “but I won’t do anything behind your back, I want to make sure you’re ok with it. If I can take her away with me, I am currently in Mexico just spending time thinking. I have nobody there, just me. I would enjoy the company but if you think it’s just too much, this is between me and you now” Nia nodded her head slowly, she is not sure how to take it, I get what she is feeling and with her having her doubts “I have this feeling that you are doing some soul searching, it is the holidays and she is at that age where she can do everything herself and, if you are ok with it. All I want is my daughter happy and is ok, she is happy with you. Royalty questioned why she had to go to Joyce’ home and not yours, she wanted to go to yours but she had to get second best, what I don’t get is that you don’t want your mom to know anything, why is that?” this is positive “she is negative, she will put doubts in my mind making me feel like I can’t look after her, it will be just in Mexico for a few days if you are ok with it? Royalty is going to be so excited when she hears it, this is the first time I will be taking her away on holiday on my own too” I ain’t ever done this before “she is going to be pretty excited, she is independent as it comes now but her happiness is what I care about” nodding my head in agreement.

“I want this to be raw, I want to be me Dennis. I am doing it my way so if I release this, it will be on my terms. I want to be personal to my fans, I want them to be included in my life but also not included so if I control what is being fed then I can control the information. So we have the pictures, we have some footage of the baby shower and gender reveal, not so much the scans but we missed that, I didn’t think life would have taken me here right now. We must start now, also I want you to ask me questions, questions you think my fans would ask me. I want you to get moments, so you better get your camera rolling. We going to edit this shit together too” watching Dennis write down things “that is a good idea” Tina greed “I want it to be mine and also Chris’ thing so like we can collectively post it but he can have his version too, I know I am working you but I know you can do it. I don’t want a big crew, just you being with us, doing what you need. Mobile videos, I will have some things, he may have some things, we will collate them. Just raw things, I want you to ask me what I am doing, what is happening. It will be like my personal blog I guess, a long one. I am putting this out for free because I will not have no price on my child’s head. Them motherfuckers won’t get to see her” I laughed “but that is it, my goal for now. My Fenty lines are fine right now, we are backed up with things flowing until I am truly back on my game” Dennis nodded his head, I know I have put a lot on him right now.

While Chris is not here, I thought I would start the little interview or whatever while I am outside on the lounger “is the camera rolling yet or nah?” Dennis out here just preparing and shit, taking his time. I forgot that I had a message from Chris actually, grabbing my phone “it’s rolling now” Dennis said, unlocking my phone and opening the message “awww she won her little soccer game” zooming into the picture, Chris looks like a proud dad “who has?” Dennis asked, turning my phone to him “I have not met this girl yet but Royalty Brown, she won her soccer match, look at that” holding it to the camera “how do you feel to be a step mother, I mean that is what you will be?” moving my phone back, locking the phone “I don’t know what that entails until I have my own daughter here with me, I can only think what it will be like. Did I think I would be a step mother? Hell no, but I myself had half siblings and I didn’t know how to handle that, I didn’t like it at all so I know how it feels to be in that situation. I would like different for my daughter, a different environment. I always felt like they saw a different side to my dad then I did, it wasn’t good. I mean I still see them but it’s just one of those things where you think did you get the better side of my parent; I just don’t want that. I am nervous about all that” Dennis nodded his head “what made you want to marry Chris; is it love still?” Dennis is making me laugh “he asked, and I said yes, if you know me then you know the love I hold for him. It was one night which has turned into this, I think we are both at a different points in our lives where we are adults, I mean sometimes. I want to do this for her, she is the love of my life. I want her to have the best. I don’t want to go into detail with what Chris and I spoke on, but it’s been an emotional ride with him. It is our time, it’s time for Chris and Rihanna to be happy. People will have their opinions but what does it matter when you’re happy, I am happy. It’s been the most natural disaster thing to happen, and it’s funny because it just happened. And you all can hate Mel” I laughed “I am joking but when my daughter is older, she sees this. She will say my mom did what she needed to do, that is all that matters to me” they going to hate me so much.

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[cyclone-rachel]

Brainy feeling lonely and not being able to spend time with his friends anymore so he starts talking to yellow boots brainy more because he just needs someone to talk to

It was an ironic situation, really.

At around this time two years prior to the current one, Querl was coming to terms with his waking up in the twenty-first century, with only knowing two people (and actively lying to one, for many weeks). He had known, then, what had to be done- at least the Legion ship was there, at least Imra was there to steady him, as it were. Around her, and even Mon-El, he did feel less inhibited, even if that feeling went away the moment he stepped off the ship.

But at the same time, he was still in a time he didn’t know, among people he’d only heard of- Supergirl especially, which made him especially nervous as helping her out of her mind-prison was his first mission in this time- and even with Imra and Mon-El there, he wasn’t entirely sure of himself.

And nowhere was that unsureness so pronounced than around one Winslow Schott, Junior.

He was nowhere as intelligent as Querl, that was to be sure. But Supergirl and her compatriots clearly saw him that way, and they didn’t afford him nearly as much respect. And his first instinct was to demand it, as it was his right- of course they should defer to him. Of course he wanted them to rely on him. He was Querl Dox, Brainiac 5. A twelfth-level intellect, for good reason- and it didn’t seem like those around him knew that.

It saddened him, he had to admit. But it also pushed him to be better, to meet the others, especially Winn, at their level. And as he continued to do so, to not fight with them, and even connect with their primitive technology… he grew fond of them. Of working with Kara and Winn, especially, and by the time he had to say goodbye to them, he realized he would truly miss this time.

Unfortunately, he would not miss it for long.

Then, there was a year ago.

By then, his adjustment to the twenty-first century had continued, and was completely a work in progress- he could even be happy, working alongside Kara and Alex and the rest of what Kara referred to as the “super-friends”. He had even been invited to Thanksgiving with Kara, which, after consulting with Alex and J’onn about such things, he concluded was truly an honor. And even though he was worried, regarding Nia Nal and what changes he could make to the timeline simply by talking with her, he also had to admit that he was proud to see her succeed and grow as a hero, and he was glad, as much as he could, to be her friend.

But there was also the matter of Kara being made to leave the DEO, and Alex not knowing Kara’s secret identity- so, in addition to being without Imra and Mon-El, let alone the other Legionnaires, he was also effectively working without her as a confidante. Such a situation only amplified his loneliness then, but instead of letting these emotions deeply impact him, he instead channeled them into helping Kara, into working alongside the Super-friends outside of the DEO, and sectioning himself off while around Alex.

As one might have expected, it was exhausting, even without the matter of his trying to fit in and convincing others to like him, which only drained him more.

But it was nothing compared to this year.

This year, when merely removing his inhibitors should have been enough, when he should’ve been able to take time for himself and adjust to who he truly was- who he would be, after over twenty years of his real self being suppressed. He could not be that lucky, though.

Instead, he had to inhibit himself once more, working for Lex Luthor… and, if he could not feel more alone (something that the female version of himself had specified, and he suspected she knew that Alex would leave the DEO after Lex took over, as she too was made Director), Alex had decided to resign, and outside of Lex, Kara was the only one he was truly friends with (unless he wasn’t, now), that he could talk to.

And even her, he had to be dishonest with… which truly broke his heart, leading him to search for any kind of alternative.

“Supergirl?” he found himself asking her.

“What is it, Brainy?”

He lowered his head, letting the mask drop for one moment as she saw how upset he was. She placed a hand on his shoulder, and he looked back up at her.

“When you were lonely… if you were, when you started working here, alongside your sister and J’onn… what did you do?”

Kara gave him a gentle smile, and guided him to the room with Alura’s hologram- or, the room that, as he remembered, once contained Alura’s hologram. Now, there was a different room that served as a place where she could communicate with Argo City and especially Alura, leaving this room free.

“I hope you feel less lonely soon.” She said. “And… you can always talk to me, if you want.”

He promised her he would- yet, knowing he couldn’t really keep that promise, closed the door behind her with a heavy heart.

Then, he concentrated, activating the life projectors he wore, and when he opened his eyes, there was an alternate version of himself projected on the opposite wall, wearing a lab coat over his uniform along with his green sunglasses and the yellow boots that Querl himself had once worn.

“Hello, Querl.” He said. “What do you need me for?”

“I am lonely.” He blurted out.

The other Querl took off his sunglasses, and raised an eyebrow.

“I’m listening.”

(it wasn’t long before those sessions became longer, and they weren’t just for advice anymore.

Then again, they never really were)

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