#Kara is like a wild dog

[natalievoncatte]

This was a rare novelty: Lena was not the most famous person in a pubic place. In fact, dressed down in jeans, a tank top, and a ball cap, Lena was downright unremarkable. Or at least, it seemed that way.

All of the attention was heaped on Kara. Or rather-

“Supergirl!”

A gaggle of girls of versions ages charged over to them in a virtual mob, and Lena felt almost snubbed. Kara, herself in shorts and a Sentinels jersey, briefly seemed confused at the attention, even though she’d been out as Supergirl for almost six months now.

She quickly settled into meeting and greeting, asking the girls their names and signing various bits and bobs for them while the rest of the group, Alex and Kelly and Nia and Brainy, hung back, just behind Lena.

Finally, Kara managed to disentangle herself when security started breathing down their necks.

Lena had gotten everyone box seats directly behind the home dugout, and the group made their way down.

“This is pretty far from the rent-controlled section,” Kara said, grinning as she gestured at the nosebleed seats, a high above them on the top deck.

Brainy immediately settled in to study the game program and books on baseball he’d brought with him, amiably explaining (mansplaining? Coulansplaining?) baseball to Nia. For her part, his girlfriend seemed content to listen to his excited chatter, so Lena wasn’t bothered.

Alex had apparently appointed herself to keep Kara fed, and had already acquired enough snacks for a small army, and Kara was happy to dig in and take a chili dog in either hand.

Lena didn’t much care for the game, so she was pleased when Alex handed her a beer with a sardonic “things we do for love” look. Kelly was apparently more the fan of the two, and the Sentinels were playing the Metropolis Knights in this game, prompting an intra-Superfriend rivalry.

As for Lena? She was there for Kara.

The afternoon light seemed to caress her features, bringing out the soft glow in her honeyed skin and golden hair, and there were depths in her eyes that no one in the world could ever equal. Lena could stare at her forever and never get bored.

The spell wasn’t even broken when she polished off the first two hot dogs and let out a wild, rumbling belch that made her giggle and Alex roll her eyes.

She already knew that she was in love with Kara, but every time it seemed like her heart was full to bursting, it grew even fuller.

Lena has meant this for them. Lena had offered her the seats, hoping to feel out Kara about the potential for a date-date, to finally get an answer about the maddening tension between them over the last two months. Kara spent more time at Lena’s new house over the last two months than she had in her own apartment, and yet that line had never been crossed.

The line remained unbroken, but they were right up against it. Kara gave Lena’s thigh a squeeze without seeming to realize what she was doing, then yanked her hand back as if she’d touched something hot, and just played it off when Lena looked at her, and kept looking at her.

The start of the game spared her from the awkward conversation.

Kara was eager to explain to her, leaning over to over-explain the nuances of every move and play.

Exactly like Brainy and Kelly were doing with their girlfriends.

Lena paid her more attention than the game, so Lena didn’t even notice when one of the Knights hit the ball oddly and, instead of flying out over the field, rocketed almost straight up. Lena was, in fact, so focused on Kara that she didn’t realize where the ball was going until it was cutting lazily through the air and headed straight at her head.

A yelp jumped from her throat and she jerked back, but of course there was nothing to fear. A moment later there was a hearty slap of cowhide on skin. Kara plucked the ball from the air two inches from Lena’s nose, dramatically holding it in place for a moment.

When she moved her hand, and the ball, Lena followed Alex’s eye-line. Kara’s sister was groaning.

They were all on the Jumbotron, the huge screen over the left field stands, and the crowd was pointing and cheering as the announcer’s voices boomed out about the great catch by Supergirl.

Lena wanted to sink through her seat.

Then Kara said, “Here.”

She held out the ball in both hands, turning in her seat. The way she held it, cupped gently in her palms with great reverence, giving Lena a weird and silky flash of her doing the same thing with a velvet box. Lena took it, grinning like an idiot in spite of herself and clutching it to her chest.

Lena pointed at the giant screen, and Kara looked, waving to the crowd as if she’d suddenly remembered that they were there. Lena gave a half-hearted wave, then turned back to Kara to say something.

Whatever it was, it was utterly scrubbed from Lena’s brain by impossibly soft lips gently brushing her own, then locking with them. Some distant part of Lena’s brain tried to explain, to rationalize. It was a mistake. Kara would get flustered and play it off with something about what friends are for and the moment would slide away, a taste of a dream that would leave Lena starving for another morsel.

No. Kara was full on kissing her. The heat that surged through Lena’s body was all consuming, and she barely registered the thunderous cheers from the crowd. She let herself fall into Kara, hiding against her shoulder as Kara wrapped an arm around her and settled them both lower in their seats, tugging her ball cap down.

The camera finally turned its attention elsewhere.

Alex turned to Kelly and said, “fucking finally.”

“Hey,” said Kara, her voice soft and only for her. “Want to head home after the stretch?”

Home. Not your house. Home.

“I’m not totally sure what that means, but yes,” Lena whispered back, then popped a bit of popcorn in Kara’s mouth.

#supercorp #supergirl fanfiction #supergirl #supercorp fanfic #lena luthor #kara danvers #kara x lena #karlena #supergirl fanfic #ficlet #Jumbotron kiss #idiots in love #fluff #total fluff #there is no plot here only warm fuzzies

[thatonebirdwrites]

6 & 15 :)

6. Show us a bit of a WIP! The Rojarias fic:

“What do you read?” Sam pulled up the LIDAR program and keyed a command to send to the drone. She needed a few test runs before she plugged in trajectories for the drones to focus upon. Lena had drilled that into her. Best to find mechanical issues before the arduous mapping project started. A fault like that could ruin a scan easily.

Andrea shrugged with one shoulder and settled in the dirt next to Sam's makeshift desk. A waft of her fruity perfume drifted between them.

“Likely far beyond your reading level.” When Sam shot her a glare, Andrea smirked. “Archeology and biographies. What did you think I read?”

“I don’t know, historical romance?” Sam said, her nose wrinkled in irrritation. “Or the Great Gasby or something.”

“Boring.” Andrea flicked her fingers. “Prefer a good shooter to that.”

“What do you have against romance?” Sam didn’t mind reading it. If she was honest, she was a bit of a romantic herself. Dreaming of meeting her soulmate, where they’d live happily ever after. She'd written many a poem about it, ones that will never see the light of day.

“Fools fall in love,” Andrea said with a disdainful sniff. “And the pointless tropes. A dog could write better fiction.”

Sam turned back to her drone and keyed in another command. It flew higher and began to move along Sam’s ordered trajectories. How could someone dislike romance? Sam thought of Lena and how she fell in love with Kara. Lena definitely wasn't a fool, but it didn't seem worth contesting Andrea's wild claim.

“I happen to like all sorts of books,” Sam said as calmly as she could. “Even romance. Love, unlike most emotions, requires work to keep it alive and healthy. Sharing that tale? Dwelling in such vulnerability? That's gorgeous." Sam smiled as she thought of what it'd be like to have that bond with someone. "Everyone has a story, you know? And that’s beautiful in a way.”

Andrea stared at her for a long moment.

Sam kept her gaze on her laptop, though she did check her periphery when the seconds changed to minutes. Seemed her tactic was working. Killing her with kindness.

“What are we looking at?” she said finally, while gesturing to Sam’s work.

15. Have you noticed your style change over time?

I suppose it has after decades. When I wrote my first novels in high school, my prose was riddled with adverbs and far too much purple prose. I was pulling a Tolkien, but my descriptions didn't hold enough of the five senses.

I learned that trick when I was in college. It was the one good thing I got out of the creative writing course I took. Though I never continued in the writing program at my university because they had a vendetta against science fiction, and that was literally all I wrote (well, I did dabble in pure fantasy sometimes).

So then I found some writing communities online (one I remember fondly was LookingGlass, but after it died in 2009, I found Legendfire, and the admins/mods there became my chosen family. We still game together every Thursday). They taught me how to properly critique a work, but with kindness and encouragement while digging into the meat of it. This helped me better understand how to edit my own works. I suspect that also influenced my style.

So although I still write novels -- my Korrasami fanfiction is over a million words spread out over several "books" and my Supercorp fanfic is already past 200,000 words -- I have found a better way to immerse the reader. Engaging all the senses when appropriate, digging into specific POVs, being consistent on whose POVs I detail, and doing intense research became more my approach.

That's filtered into my style I think. I've had people say they are impressed with my immersion and world-building, which is a lovely compliment and makes me feel like I'm on the right track.

Perhaps someday my original fiction will be published, but until then, I'll keep experimenting and growing through the fanfiction I write.

Thanks for asking! :D

#ask game #my writing #rojarias #fazedlight

[shesbackagain]

rules: bold the ones that are true and tag fifteen other bloggers to do it too

Tagged by: @lunarlesbianlove gracias bonita 😙💖

APPEARANCE:

i’m over 5’5” // i wear glasses/contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear make-up // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards

HOBBIES & TALENTS:

i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand

RELATIONSHIPS:

i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online

MISCELLANEOUS:

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs

AESTHETICS:

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sun rise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colours // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season

No pressure tags: @ninetyfourtic @heartofloveletters @im-lizard @kara-is-a-baddie @lustygoblin @theroyaltenenblarghs @strangeandspooky @softlikevelvet

#this was fun #sunny's thoughts

[allatariel]

Find the Words

Tagged by @cryscal, who gave me the following words to find in my writings: stubborn, rain, discovery, and minute. Thank you so much for tagging me, this was a lot of fun! I wanted to pull all of them from unfinished works I haven't posted yet and I succeeded!

It got pretty long, so I put the passages under the cut.

Tagging: @callioope, @brynnmclean, @madamairlock, @miabicicletta. Your words: beam, steel, harbor, and gentle. Any form of the word counts, and no pressure as always.

Stubborn (from the unfinished chapter 2 of Through all that Masquerade)

Flushing a little under Laura’s steady, expectant gaze, Kara focused on Laura’s chin as she murmured with an odd tenderness, ”I didn’t want Lee to be uncomfortable.” Finally, she raised her eyes to meet Laura’s again, an almost lost look in them. “Zak was so excited for his brother to be a part of the ceremony, they haven't gotten to see each other enough since the project started.” Kara’s gaze dropped back to her hands, palms falling open against her mother’s still cupped around them, an edge of guilt running through her words. “Lee and his dad haven't seen each other enough either.” “And why is that exactly?” Laura kept her voice leading, but gentle, though her eyes narrowed a little again. Kara stiffened. Her faint flush deepened and crashed like a crimson wave up her neck, over the stubborn set of her jaw to engulf her face, her hands clenched into fists in her mother’s tender grasp. Sighing, Laura admitted to herself that she wasn’t going to get anymore out of Kara on the subject, at least with the time they had remaining before they were expected to report to the wardroom. “Well, Zak wants you both there and so do I.” Laura squeezed Kara’s still clenched fists before releasing them and turning back to Cpl. Demirci. The guard nodded to her and Laura stepped back to allow her to slide the cell door open.

Rain (from an unfinished one shot in the same universe as Through all that Masquerade, taking place 22 years before that story)

Laura waved to her mother from the front steps as she pulled away from the curb and the sky finally opened. Raindrops struck Laura’s face and hand as she raised them briefly, shivering at the early autumn chill, before stepping back under the cover of her tiny porch. The rain quickly intensified from drizzle to downpour, shaking free the vanguard of fall leaves. She wrapped her arms around herself, chafing them with her hands while she breathed in for a moment the comforting scent of rainwater soaking into the soil. Turning to go check on Kara, a few tentative piano scales drifted down to her through the open front door. She stepped into the house, closing the door quietly and followed the rising notes up the stairs.  The scales shifted into a simple yet haunting tune that shared many melodic and rhythmic similarities to the various works of Dreilide Thrace, but was distinctly different from any single one of them Laura had ever heard.  At the top of the stairs, Laura found the door to the guest room still open. Kara was lost in the music, perched on the edge of the piano bench. Her little hands glided easily over the keys, seeming as though the piece was crafted intentionally to accommodate her still limited reach.

Discovery (from the unfinished chapter 4 of Run Through the Shadows)

Cassian had just finished juicing the jogans for the punch and mixing it in with the muja and meiloorun juices when Meli popped up behind the counter. “Melian! You scared the life out of me!” their papa gasped as she dissolved into giggles. Cassian remembered only a short while ago when he’d first met her how he had been so convinced she could not be his sister that he ignored all the things that were so obvious to him now. She looked just like their mama, had the same wild sense of adventure as her, too. She also had their papa’s boundless optimism and dogged persistence. Meli had the same sharp, dark eyes he himself found everyday in the mirror. And apparently their grandma’s beautiful voice—this discovery had brought their grandpa to tears the first time he heard her sing. And she was quite the artist, he learned, even at seven and a half. “I thought you were playing hide and seek with Aroha and Kay-Ate.” Cassian narrowed his eyes at his sister. “Did you leave Kay-Ate stuck all alone?” “Of course not!” She huffed back. “We were playing by the oi-oi berry thicket and Miss Muim showed up to pick some for the punch just after Aroha ran to find her mama! She’s helping them while I'm bringing the fruit.” A skilled droid mechanic, Muim had also been with the experiment on Taris, maintaining and refining the KX droids Eryna had designed and built. Eryna had wanted to create a model of droid that could serve as many functions as possible for people living in the far reaches of the galaxy who could only afford to buy one. Meli left the basket of sunfruit and oi-oi berries on the counter, sticking her tongue out at her brother, and ran around to hug their papa. Cassian laughed at her antics and shook his head as she threw her arms around him as well. Just as quickly she was off and hugging their grandpa, who laughed with her as he held his hallikset up and away from the precocious girl. She ran back and grabbed Cassian’s hand. “Come on! I want you to meet my best friend!”

Minute (from another unfinished one shot in the same universe as Through all that Masquerade, taking place 21 years before that story)

Bill wasn’t entirely sure how he had ended up here. About an hour ago, while his mother had sat in his kitchen on the phone with a friend, he had been on the couch with Zak dozing in his arms as he played chess with Lee. Lee, who had insisted his seven years and eight months of age was more than old enough to stay up until midnight, prompting the five years and three months old Zak to beg not to be left out. It’s New Year’s Eve, dad, please? Lee’s plan had originally started with the forecast of a rare night free of Gemenon’s planetshine and a walk to the nearby ice sculpture garden for some stargazing. However, once Zak had insisted on being included, Bill’s mother had agreed with him that taking the still sniffling though no longer feverish Zak out into the cold was ill-advised. Yet somehow not five minutes ago, his mother had emerged from the kitchen and hefted the finally soundly sleeping Zak from his arms and shooed Bill and a barely contained Lee into coats and hats and out the door into the starry night. Truth be told, Bill’s head was still spinning a little as Lee pulled him along.

#tag meme #writing tag meme #tag game #writing #my writing #find the words #so many wips #bsg #bsg (2003) #battlestar galactica #battlestar galactica (2003) #through all that masquerade #laura roslin #kara thrace #judith roslin #bill adama #lee adama #zak adama #evelyn adama #rogue one #run between the shadows #cassian andor #melian andor #jeron andor #ruben andor

[thr4ce]

what does she know? no, really. what does she know? what does any of them know? it used to be that gaius baltar's greatest asset was his ability to know with calculated certainty things beyond other people's hapless speculation, now it has become the blight on his conscience ( such a pesky thing, it, conscience. like red nails dragged across his back and the nape of his neck eliciting convulsions that reached his extremities ... ). he knows things others don't. he knows the approximate radius of a cylon nuclear blast; he knows at what temperature where the heat reduces t he human body to its basic minerals; he knows at what distance where the shockwave alone shatters every vertebrae, rips flesh from bones. he knows how the cells break down from contamination alone for those who are far enough away to survive the bliss of instant oblivion. he knows, statistically, how many of those left behind on the field of caprica wouldn't make it past their first 24 hours. he knows what he's done.

but who else knows? who else has been in the bowels of a cylon? been inside the minds of their deadliest assassins? who still feels the enemy's membrane sticky on their skin? who else survived in the embrace of their killer? “ lieutenant thrace, ” he smiles, though his brows seem permanently locked in a position of anguish. “ good to see that you're now sufficiently ambulatory for the sick bay to ... release you back into the wild with the rest of us. ” his voice trails off. his body feels flimsy like the wind but somehow he's still standing – he's allowed; he's allowed to live! – flying through space with a BLOODY CYLON RAIDER IN THE HANGAR and they say it's alive. alive? how? how much? what does it mean — more, or less alive than gaius baltar? and herein lies something he doesn't know; a question he hasn't the answer to. and the only one who could answer him ... “ it's, uh, quite a feat that you pulled, piloting that raider. everyone, absolutely everyone is talking about it. you would've been swarmed by the press by now if the fourth column's anything like it used to be. what — are you doing anything to celebrate this achievement and your ... return to health? ”

she still feels it, sort of: the webbing of her fingers tacky with alien fluid where they grip her cane, hair free of its habitual gel because it feels too much like becoming something, becoming part of something that welcomed her only temporarily, only while she spoke its language, sweetly, like a trainer to a dog. kara thrace can fly anything, dna coded in the base principles of power, roll, pitch and yaw, but there's a price that comes with knowing something no one else does. currently, it's him, in all his strange, twitchy curiosity - preferable in some ways to thinking about cylons as creatures of meat and bone and blood, perversions they've only just begun to uncover.

they smile too, tightly, leaning on their cane through the necessary " thank you, doctor, " and it's their mother's voice that says be nice, kara, even if it makes your skin crawl. " i've got this cigar with my name on it now that doc cottle's not watching my every move. " genuine gratitude flashes in their eyes, just for a moment, free hand dipping into the pocket of her pants to brush against ostentatious silver casing; he has his upsides, baltar does, eccentric in the way that is so endemic to academia but expensive, even so. [ it's not an invitation, but a beat too late, she expects him to take it as one. her posture straightens, stiffens, gaze cast to the corridor on an uncomfortable cough. ]

#vchloras #* ic answered. #i love you for this. equally i hate you for this.

[starspatter]

Heroes and Thieves, Ch. 22

Title: Heroes and Thieves Fandom/Universe: BTAS, pre/post-RotJ flashback

Summary: A story about second chances, healing, and having hope.

Rating: PG-13, for references to character death, child psychological torture and trauma.

Genre: Romance/Family/Friendship/Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 3,904 Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21

Also on ff.net and AO3.

Feeling like a hero but I can't fly No, you'll never crash if you don't try Took it to the edge, now I know why Never gonna live if you're too scared to die

-Goo Goo Dolls, “So Alive”

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After.

“I don’t like it.”

Tim leaned over to Dick and whispered in a light lilt:

“‘It’ doesn’t like being called an ‘it’.”

Standing before them in the center of the loft was a burly youth with jet-black hair and wary blue eyes; strong, square-set jaw tilted defiantly towards the two – plus another muscular man in a red cape towering over the entire trio.  Dick and Tim shifted sight anxiously back and forth between the confronting opposites – or rather parallels, as the stranger bore a striking semblance to his elder, almost a miniature model (especially as both had their limbs crossed in identical positions).  Superman stared suspiciously down at his mirror image, studying him hard as steel.

“You say you found him wandering the streets?”

He prompted, addressing Tim rather than the one before him.

“You make it sound like he’s some stray dog.”  The subject narrowed his eyes, but said nothing.  “There was a crash at an intersection; some clueless guy walked right into the direct middle of traffic, and I watched with my own eyes as a car ran straight into him.  He was fine afterwards, but the vehicle was totaled.  Not exactly something you see in Gotham everyday.  So I checked to make sure the driver was okay, before getting this crazy kid the hell out of there before the police and media showed up and started swarming.”

“You made a good call. I’ll- contact the League, and we’ll take… ‘it’ from here.”

“Hold it,” the ticked-off teen spoke up at last.  “Don’t I get a say in any of this?  Who gave you the right to just go deciding things on your own?  You’re not the boss of me.”

The Man of Steel made an expression like a wild animal had just suddenly started spouting fluent English phrases.

“You claim to be my clone, that we share the same DNA.  That Cadmus created you – in order to take my place in the event of my demise… or to take me down, if necessary.  That makes you my responsibility.”

The boy huffed, unimpressed.

“I don’t care about any of that.  I just got sick of them trying to control me all the time. So I busted out. But, if you’re going to stand in my way,” he boldly balled his knuckles, “Then I will fight you.”

Superman glared coolly at the raised fist.  So much anger – and danger – all in one unstable adolescent.  …Frankly he recognized that look, as his gaze traveled subtly to Tim out of the corner of his periphery, before flicking back.

“That makes you a loose cannon, if not an outright threat.  You really expect me to believe that you’re not here on some covert mission?  That Cadmus hasn’t already filled your brain with an assassination objective, fully trained you on how to kill?  This isn’t the first time they’ve employed this tactic.”

“Yeah yeah, I know all about Supergirl’s clone.  My supposed ‘big sister’.”  Resembling a rude child, he repeatedly mimed finger-quotes in the air.  (It was a wonder where he picked that gesture up from.)  “The failure. They said she was ‘defective’.  That they learned from their mistakes, and made me to be ‘better’.  ‘Perfect’.”

Superman mused if that was the reason he remained so… “juvenile” compared to Kara’s copy, who had been artificially aged to maturity, as well as peak physical strength.  Perhaps, they thought that by keeping this one more mentally regressed, he’d be easier to rein in – “mold” to whatever warped purpose they had in mind.

“She was a soldier.  A slave.  Raised to obey and follow orders.  There’s no proof you’re not carrying out the same directive right now.”

Despite his doubt, deep down Clark wanted to believe in the boy’s words.  That their plan had indeed backfired, and all the hormonal rage and rebellion had culminated in preventing a pure, innocent soul from being corrupted, having luckily managed to escape before the indoctrination process could be completed.

Tim interjected at that juncture-

“Look, supposing he is telling the truth – what do you plan to do with him?”

Superman debated, honestly still somewhat unsure of his own intentions.  His… “feelings” towards this “thing” in front of him.  His foster cousin hadn’t considered her doppelganger a “real person” for even a second – which may have been her only way of coping with the concept that another version of her could ever exist to serve – be “evil”.  He had been inclined to concur back then, but now that he was faced with his own reflection, it was ironically a different story.  Additionally, he had witnessed firsthand a potential future where a dark side of his soul reigned supreme, what a superpowered person of his caliber was capable of if sent on the wrong path…

“We can take him to the Watchtower.  He’ll be safe there.”

Tim snorted.

“Why?  So you can keep him under constant lock and observation all the time?  How is that any better than him being with Cadmus?” He scoffed on the other’s behalf. “Are you really going to deny him freedom as soon as he’s found it?”

There was a sensitive edge to Tim’s tone, and Dick picked up on it too as he cast an awkward sidelong glance towards his brother.  He was clearly taking this personally, projecting his own past experience of being forced into secluded privacy (sadly sometimes even padded rooms and restraints) for nearly a year following his… “ordeal”.  Being regarded – and thus subconsciously treated – almost as an “object” himself.

“What do you propose then?”

Tim shrugged.

“Why not just let him stay here?”

Each and every other person in the room stunned at the suggestion, including the one in question.  Dick reached out and put a firm paw on his sibling’s shoulder.

“Tim, can I have a word with you for a moment?”

Superman insistently joined the timeout as the guardian duo drew Tim into a hushed huddle, hovering over him simultaneously in lecturing stances.

“Are you out of your friggin’ mind?”

Dick tested in utter disbelief, to which Tim merely rolled his eyes and retorted:

“Is that a rhetorical question?”

“We don’t know anything about this dude, and you want to just let him move in with us?  We have no idea what he’s capable of. He could murder us in our sleep – hell, at any time – with his bare hands.”

“And no one thought that about me after Arkham.”

“Tim…”

“You guys gave me a second chance.”

“You’re human.”  Dick glimpsed apologetically towards the third party. “No offense.”

“None taken.”

Dick shook his head, returning attention to Tim.  “What makes you think he can even be trusted?”

Tim simply shrugged again.

“Dunno.”  He gleamed mischievously.  “Would you believe me if I told you a little ‘voice’ in my head says it’s okay?”

His senior sighed in exasperation at the mildly mocking smirk on his lips.

“Tim, now is not the time to be making jokes.”

Tim kept playing along though, putting his palms together in a pretend-pleading pose, puppy pupils shining as he begged.

“Oh please, can we keep him?”

Dick veered desperately to his partner, beseeching for assistance. “C’mon, Clark, back me up here.”

The other older male was oddly mute though, deliberating pensively before declaring at last:

“…I’ll allow it.”

Dick’s jaw dropped to the floor, floored by the unanticipated approval.

“You’re not serious?”

“Tim’s right, keeping him cooped up in space isn’t a sufficient solution. It might be better to have him experience Earth instead.  Be around regular people, learn about our society through actual interaction.”  His vision squarely met Tim’s.  “…Let him lead a ‘normal’ life.”

Dick wasn’t convinced though.

“What if he is our enemy?  He could turn out to be some kind of monster.”

Just then, the topic of their discussion elevated his volume:

“You guys do realize I can still hear you, right?”

The three revolved around as he pointed irately at his ears.

“I’ve got superhearing too, remember?”

He folded his arms in further frustration.

“If you don’t want me here, fine.  Then I’ll leave.  But I’m not going back to being constantly told what to do and where I can and can’t go.”

Superman stepped forward, solemn and severe.

“You can stay, on one condition.  You are not to activate your abilities, under any circumstances.  Not until you’ve proven yourself completely trustworthy, that you can integrate successfully with this planet and abide by its rules.”

The lad looked even more aggravated by the notion, bristling in irritation and insolence.

“What’s the point of having powers if I can’t even use them for anything?”

“It’s to teach you self-discipline.  Listen to me: The people of this world are incredibly fragile, and if you’re not careful, you could easily end up hurting someone, even if you don’t mean to.  And trust me, I will be keeping an ear out for anything suspect.  If I hear one whiff of you causing harm to anyone, I will bring the entire Justice League down on you so fast you won’t know what hit you.  We will hunt you down, no matter where you go.”

His replica gnashed his teeth.  The G-Gnomes and scientists had instructed him on how to combat the League, made him go through each member’s file and drills multiple times until he memorized their weaknesses by heart.  Still, the prospect of taking them all on at once wasn’t an idea he really relished the thought of, if he could avoid it.  Grudgingly, he acquiesced.

“Fine.  I accept your terms.”

“Goody,” Tim piped up as he sauntered forth to pat his new “playmate” on the back.  “Welcome to the ‘Rejects Club’, pal.  Hope you enjoy your stay.  We’ve got a cripple, a crazy clown killer,” he indicated offhandedly towards a dumbfounded Dick and himself, “previously a crackhead junkie, and now a clone.  We should call ourselves the ‘Three Caba-zeros’.”

The boy blinked blankly at him.

“…Man, maybe we need to work on your sense of humor.”  Tim deflated in disappointment.  “First things first though,” he scrutinized the bland white jumpsuit the other was wearing, tasteless and tattered so that a flap fell over his nigh-bare exposed chest (coincidentally concealing a scarlet symbol that matched his double). “We should get you some clothes. Mine probably won’t fit you, so you’ll have to borrow my bro’s for now.  Is that okay?”

Dick lifted his hands in defeat as Tim twisted towards him – too late – to request for permission.

“I guess.  Whatever, go knock yourselves out.”  Under his breath, he muttered: “This is insane.”

“Thank you.”

Tim responded dully, and Dick couldn’t tell which statement it was in answer to.

As Tim led their guest away, the other visitor exhaled, appearing extremely exhausted.  Dick couldn’t help but think that were he in civilian disguise right now, Clark Kent the Daily Planet reporter would be removing his glasses to rub his tired lids.  He approached gingerly, trying to imagine what must be going through the man’s mind at the moment.

“You all right?”

“…I just came face to face with my genetic duplicate who was secretly born without my knowledge or consent.  It’s bad enough the government exploited my kid cousin, now I’m the source of introducing a possible new peril to this planet.”

Dick clapped Clark on his broad back.

“We don’t know that he’s a risk yet.”

A wistful mist slipped onto the man’s visage as he reminisced.

“His eyes…  They remind me of Kara’s.  Proud. Arrogant.  Stubborn.”  He beamed faintly in mixed fondness at the memory.  Dick looked on with sympathy.

“…You miss her, don’t you.”

Clark respired.

“I worry about her.  I respect her decision to stay in the future, and I’m glad she found happiness there, a place where she belongs and can spread her own wings.  …Still, I’d be lying if I said it didn’t bother me that she ended up with a descendant of Brainiac, of all beings in the universe.  I still can’t wrap my head around it.”

Dick quietly contemplated the other’s sour countenance.

“You’re sure you’re not transferring some of that resentfulness onto the kid?”

Clark flinched, but made no effort to refute.  Brainiac, Darkseid, Luthor – all had their periods of portraying themselves as harmless and peaceable – before stabbing him in the back yet again. As much as he strove to give the benefit of the doubt to strangers and established comrades, when it came to personal grudges against archvillains he wasn’t about to allow himself to fall victim to another ruse – even if he wasn’t quite certain where on the spectrum the current concern lay.

“That’s why I’m entrusting this task to you.  I’m counting on you to watch over him.  If anything happens, I’m sure you’ll be able to handle it.”

“…You’re asking an awful lot of someone who can’t even see completely right anymore, let alone throw a proper punch or kick,” Dick mumbled in partial jest.

It was Clark’s turn to bolster the other’s backside.

“I have faith in you.  You see the good in others, and that’s what matters.  If anyone can keep him on the right track, you can.”

Dick’s own one worn eye swiveled aside.

“I’m not so sure about that anymore.”

He murmured in a morose manner, as Clark thumped supportively a second time.

“If there’s one thing we can’t lose, it’s hope.  If we do, then we’ve really, truly lost.  It means that they beat us.  That they won.”

Dick looked up at the smiling superhero – a man he himself looked up to once, idolized as much as another brave icon…

“I’ll ask Bruce to send over some Kryptonite anyway, just in case,” Clark continued, treading carefully with his words; figuring that if the kid did indeed have Kryptonian blood in him, logically he should be susceptible to its effects too. “I’m sure he’s got tons of the stuff stashed somewhere.”

Dick cleared his throat.

“Have you… heard from him at all recently?”

“No,” Clark confessed.  “I was hoping you had.”

“We don’t… talk anymore.  Not really.”

“I see.”

There was an uncomfortable beat, before Dick carried on with another curious inquiry.

“What about… Diana?  How’s she doing?  I… know she and Bruce were… close.”

Though they had never officially met, he had wondered, idly, how she felt on the whole affair with Barbara – Batgirl. As far as he knew, Bruce – Batman – had never actively pursued a relationship with Wonder Woman, despite obvious mutual infatuation and daytime persona’s playboy tendencies.

“Diana’s doing fine.  She’s strong.”  Clark softened in appreciation and understanding.  “…So are the two of you.”

He reinforced the other’s shoulder once more, before releasing and beginning to head for the exit.

“Both of you, look after each other.  Families are tough to keep together, I know.  But, that’s why you need to treasure the time you have. Before you know it, you can lose someone entirely from your life, and then that’s it.  Don’t ever take those precious moments you shared for granted.  And…”  He hesitated on the handle, acknowledging his own hypocrisy.  “Look out for the kid for me too, will you?”

Dick nodded.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep a close ‘eye’ on him.”

Clark’s facial features twitched marginally at the poor attempt at a pun.

“Thanks.  Oh, and you don’t need to worry about tracking devices either by the way.  I checked, the kid’s clean.”

“How’d you-” Dick cut himself off, slapping his forehead with a grin.  “Oh, right.  Duh.  X-ray vision.”

Superman winked at him, before opening the door and speeding off into the sky, towards the hill where Wayne Manor overlooked the city.  Dick watched him go, vanishing into a speck, before slowly shutting the egress behind him.  Hobbling upstairs after the previous pair, he made a beeline for the fridge and grabbed a beer, flopping down on the sofa as he endeavored hard not to think about the fact there was a half-naked superhuman clone currently raiding through his wardrobe.  Scanning absently around at the several “Flying Graysons” posters lining the walls surrounding him, he pondered just when had his own place – personal space – suddenly become so crowded again.  Somehow, it seemed his “private bachelor pad” had been converted to a “wayward home for lost boys” without him noticing.

…But then, he thought as he popped the top and took a swig, Bruce had done pretty much the exact same thing, hadn’t he.

…

“So… You two were ‘superheroes’ once too.”

“Yup.”

“And… You don’t have any special powers.”

“Nope.”

“How’d you guys do it?”

Tim shrugged.

“A lot of training, a lot of skill, a lot of sleepless nights – and some luck.  …Although that ran out eventually, as you can see.”

The other teenager nervously massaged the back of his neck.

“I guess humans really are fragile.”

“Inside and out.”

Tim impassively agreed.

“So, uh…  Do you really hear like, ‘voices’ and stuff?”

The query ventured cautiously.

“Voices, hallucinations, homicidal urges – the works.”

His company’s irises widened in alarm.

“…I was kidding.  About that last part anyway.”  (…For the most part.)

“Oh.”

Tim shook his head.  It seemed “sarcasm” was something else he’d have to teach this kid.

“Still want to crash with us?”

The “alien” looked uneasily down at his toes.

“I dunno…  It doesn’t seem as if your brother really cares for me all that much…”

“Don’t sweat it.  He’ll come around.”

“Why’d you stick up for me anyway?  We hardly even know each other.”

Tim shrugged his shoulders again.

“I know what it’s like to be labeled a ‘freak’.  To be tossed aside and treated like you don’t – shouldn’t – exist.”

The other boy’s knuckles clenched.

“I bet ‘that guy’ just wanted me out of the way so he doesn’t have to deal with me.  So he can hog all the glory to himself.”

“Maybe.  …Although in his own way, he’s probably trying to protect you too.”

Tim seemed to be talking – rationalizing – more to himself than his newly acquired acquaintance at this point, leaving the latter confused. Snapping up from his stupor, he quickly pushed the conversation aside.

“Anyway, more importantly, go pick something out to change into.  Anything will do for now, I can take you shopping for stuff in your size later.”

His companion complied, digging deep through the closet’s contents, which mostly consisted of cool leather jackets and jeans.  (…No more ugly sweater vests, Tim noted nonchalantly.)  At length he pulled out a black T-shirt from the far back, rotating it around to reveal a plastisol ruby logo echoing his own emblem. …Seems Dick hadn’t thrown out everything from his adulating adolescence after all.

“This.  …I’ll take this.”

“…A bit on the nose with the irony, isn’t it?”

There was no reply as the plunderer stripped then and there, showing zero signs of modesty as he stretched the prize snugly over his (admittedly impressive) abs.  Tim felt his face growing hot for some reason as he averted and coughed.

“Well, what do you know, it fits.  …Now don’t forget to put on some pants.”

He hastily tossed a pair of trousers towards the half-dressed hunk, smacking him on the snout as forecasted.  The target detached the denim wrapping and dutifully donned it as well.

“You’re gonna need a name too.  Unless you actually want us to keep calling you ‘it’.”  A pause, as he wondered whether whoever brought the puppet to life actually bothered to give their creation a designation.  “…What did Cadmus call you?”

A shrug.

“They mostly just referred to me as ‘Experiment 13’ or ‘Project Kr’ or simply ‘the weapon’.”  (Again with the finger-quotes.)  “Although, after I broke out of the pod, I found a ‘top-secret’ document that stated my actual ‘codename’ was ‘Kon-El’.  …Before I tore it and the place apart anyway.”

Been there, done that, Tim thought to himself as he rolled the title on the tip of his tongue.

“Kon-El, Kon…  Sounds foreign, it would definitely stand out way too much.”  (As if he didn’t already.)  “…How about ‘Conner’ instead?”

The boy tilted his head as he mulled over the moniker for a minute, before nodding in approval.

“As for a last name…”  An almost wicked spark flashed.  “So long as we’re being daring and tempting fate, what do you think about ‘Kent’? That’s Superman’s citizen surname.”

Conner debated for an interval again, then signaled another affirmation.

“‘Conner Kent’ it is then.”

Tim thus dubbed his new bud.  Sobriquet settled, he held out his hand and introduced:

“My name’s ‘Tim’ by the way.  …Although the voice in my head likes to call me ‘JJ’.”

He added with a casual hint of a grin, taking a mordant stab at his “witty sarcasm” again.  (Besides, a semi-sadistic streak in him still enjoyed watching others squirm whenever he willingly brought up his apparent lack of “sanity”.)  Conner seemed sincere though as he looked Tim dead in the eye – undeterred – and mimicked the motion, greeting with a mighty grip.  Seems he was at least aware of what a “handshake” entailed at least.

“…You know, when I was inside the tube – before they put me in a pod – I used to hear a ‘voice’ too.”

“You mean those ‘G-Gnome’ things you mentioned?”

Conner shook his head.

“No, it was weird.  Different. Definitely human.”

“You’re sure it wasn’t one of the scientists?”

“It was more like a… girl’s voice.”  He frowned, struggling to sort out a jumbled fog of hazy memories from the first few weeks of being “formed”.  “She kept… crying out and asking for someone to be her ‘friend’.  For someone to come ‘save’ her.  …She sounded really scared.”

Tim stared at him, unsure what to say.

“Maybe we’re both actually crazy.”

“Heh.  Maybe.”

It was Conner’s turn to look brooding though as he ruminated. Tentatively, Tim tried to distract by taking their new tenant on a tour, grasping him by the hand again.

“Come on.  Let me show you around.”

After Conner had familiarized himself with most of the facility’s amenities, his host deemed it time to get back to unfinished business.

“We still need to create an ‘official’ public identity for you. Don’t worry, it’ll be easy.”  Tim snapped his tips.  “I can make it so Cadmus won’t be able to trace your location status at all.  …I’ll need some better equipment than just my laptop though.”

He pressed his palm to a secret security panel (having overridden access yet again without his brother’s knowledge), and a section of the partition slid open to reveal a hidden doorway.  Entering into the restricted alcove, Tim took a seat at the desk where a giant triple-monitor display was assembled, inertly collecting a thin layer of dust.  Conner tiptoed in after, and wordlessly analyzed the enormous circus scroll behind them (the likes of which he had encountered – counted – an extraordinary quantity of various other advertising prints stationed all around the building) as Tim booted up the system.  Conner turned at the sound of ferocious keyboard typing as Tim brought up a cascade of windows on separate computer screens all at once, digits switching nimbly between numerous tabs and increasing digital lines of text like lightning, as the stupefied spectator marveled at his capacity to keep track of them all.

“What… is all this?”

A slightly smug smirk tugged at the verge of Tim’s mouth.

“This, my friend, is how we do – did things in Gotham.  Now then…”  He flexed his fingers dramatically.  “Watch me work some magic.”

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I am no man of steel I have no heart of stone Don't tell me how it feels I'll find it on my own

#TimSteph #Tim Drake #Timmy Todd #Stephanie Brown #Conner Kent #Clark Kent #Dick Grayson #Batman the Animated Series #Batman Beyond #DCAU #Return of the Joker #fanfiction #starstories #ftr I dropped watching Young Justice after what they did to Cassandra Cain's (and by extension Barbara's) character in S4 #but Conner will always be my ragey bby #<3 #anyway I lied this is totally a harem story #*flees*

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BEANSONBREAD AWARDS 2023 - BEST SONG

AWARD NO.5 - BEST SONG OF 2023

PAST WINNERS

2022 > Jockstrap 'Concrete Over Water' (see full list HERE)

2021 > Self Esteem ‘Prioritise Pleasure’ (see full list HERE)

2020 > Jockstrap ‘Acid’ (see full list HERE)

2019 > Weyes Blood ‘Andromeda’ (see full list HERE)

2018 >Let’s Eat Grandma ‘It’s Not Just Me’ (see full list HERE)

2017 > Richard Dawson ‘Ogre’ (see full list HERE)

2016 > Solange ‘Cranes In the Sky’ (see full list HERE)

2015 > Kendrick Lamar ‘The Blacker The Berry’ (see full list HERE)

2014 > FKA Twigs ‘Two Weeks’ (see full list HERE)

2013 > Oliver Wilde ‘Perrett’s Brook’ (see full list HERE)

2010 > Untold ‘Stop What You’re Doing (James Blake Remix) (see full list HERE)

2009 > Joker - ‘Digidesign’ (see full list HERE)

2008 > Lil’ Wayne - ‘A Milli’ (see full list HERE)

2007 > Panda Bear - ‘Bros’ (see full list HERE)

2006 > Hot Chip - ‘Over And Over’ (see full list HERE)

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RULES - A maximum of THREE tracks from any one artist. Songs can be tied in the same position.

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THE RUNNERS UP (in alphabetical order)

100 Gecs ‘Hollywood Baby’

Alabaster DePlume ‘Did You Know’

Animal Collective ‘Soul Capturer’ / ‘Defeat’

Aphex Twin ‘Blackbox Life Recorder 21f’

Avey Tare ‘The Musical’

Bar Italia ‘Nurse!’ / ‘My Little Tony’  

Bas Jan ‘No More Swamp’

BC Camplight ‘The Last Rotation Of Earth’

Beabadoobee & Clairo ‘Glue Song’

Beck & Phoenix ‘Odyssey’

Benjamin Spike Saunders ‘I Can’t Impress You’

Big Thief ‘Vampire Empire’

Biig Piig ‘In The Dark’

Blur ‘The Narcissist’

Danny Brown ‘Tantor’ / ‘Jenn’s Terrific Vacation’

Das Koolies ‘Pain Down The Drain’

Dean Blunt & TYSON ‘Rinsed’

Divorce ‘Scratch Your Metal’

Django Django ‘Don’t Touch That Dial’ / ‘Black Cadillac’

Dorian Electra ‘Puppet’

English Teacher ‘The World’s Biggest Paving Slab’

Feist ‘Borrow Trouble’

Felicita ‘Spalarkle (Alys)'

Firestations ‘Undercover’

Hannah Diamond ‘Affirmations’ / ‘Twisted’

H. Hawkline ‘Plastic Man’

Janelle Monae, Seun Kuti, Egypt 80 ‘Float’

Jessy Lanza ‘Limbo’

Jockstrap ‘Sexy 2’

John Cale ‘Noise Of You’

JPEGMAFIA & Danny Brown ‘Scaring The Hoes’ / ‘Lean Beef Patty’

Kara Jackson ‘Dickhead Blues’

Katy J Pearson ‘Willow’s Song’

Kelela ‘Contact’

King Krule ‘Seaforth’

The Lemon Twigs ‘Any Time of Day’

Lil Yachty ‘Drive Me Crazy!’

Liz Lawrence & Steve Mason ‘I Was There’

Magdalena Bay ‘Top Dog’

Martha Ffion ‘The Wringer’

MAY ‘Phone Me’

Memotone ‘Door To The Sky’

MGMT ‘Bubblegum Dog’ / ‘Mother Nature’

Minor Conflict ‘Second-Hand Time / ‘Living Statue’

Mitski ‘Bug Like An Angel’

Mun Sing ‘Waiting In The Car’

Nadine Shah ‘Topless Mother’

Nourished By Time ‘Daddy’ / ‘The Fields’

Oneohtrix Point Never ‘On An Axis’

One True Pairing ‘Frozen Food Centre’

Overmono ‘Good Lies’

Panda Bear, Sonic Boom, Adrian Sherwood ‘Whirlpool Dub’

Patten ‘Walk With U’

Pinkpantheress & Ice Spice ‘Boy’s A Liar Pt.2’

Pozi ‘Failing’ / ‘Pest Control’

Quade ‘Streching Out’

Roisin Murphy 'CooCool'

Rozi Plain ‘Complicated’ / ‘Painted The Room’

Seamus Fogarty ‘They Recognised Him’

Shabazz Palaces ‘Binoculars’

Sierra Manhattan ‘Smartphones’

Slauson Malone 1 ‘New Joy’

Sleaford Mods ‘UK Grim’ / ‘Force 10 From Navarone’

The Smile ‘Wall Of Eyes’

Squid ‘Siphon Song’ / ‘Undergrowth’

Steve Mason ‘The People Say’

Tapeworms ‘IRL’

Terry ‘Gold Duck’

Tirzah ‘No Limit’

Trust Fund ‘London’

Vagabon ‘Carpenter’

Warmduscher ‘Love Strong’

Weird Wave ‘Unrecognise!’

Wesley Gonzalez ‘Dress Rehearsal’ / ‘When I Rot’

Yaeji ‘For Granted’ / ‘Done (Let’s Get It)’

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THE TOP 25 SONGS OF 2023

25. Bjork & Rosalia ‘Oral’

24. MF Tomlinson ‘We Are Still Wild Horses’

23. Fever Ray ‘Even It Out’

22. Dorian Electra ‘Freak Mode’

21. Nourished By Time ‘Shed The Fear’

20. ANOHNI & The Johnsons ‘It Must Change’

19. Young Fathers ‘Rice’

18. Kwes, Sampha, Tirzah ‘Open Up’

17. Max Tundra ‘Lights 2023’

16. Squid ‘Undergrowth’

15. Tara Clerkin Trio ‘Marble Walls’

14. Rozi Plain ‘Help’

13. The Lemon Twigs ‘When Winter Comes Around’ / ‘Corner Of My Eye’

12. Animal Collective ‘Gem & I’

11. Max Tundra ‘This Woman’s Work’

10. Water From Your Eyes ‘Barley’

9. Django Django & Self Esteem ‘Complete Me’

8. JPEGMAFIA & Danny Brown ‘Burfict!’

7. Bill Ryder-Jones ‘This Can’t Go On’

6. Squid ‘Swing (In A Dream)’

5. Tara Clerkin Trio ‘The Turning Ground’

4. Lana Del Rey ‘A&W’

3. Steve Mason ‘Brixton Fish Fry’

2. Caroline Polachek ‘Dang’

1. Oneohtrix Point Never ‘A Barely Lit Path’

#list #awards #2023 awards

[herpronuonsarefemslash]

Teaser for “Where the Wild Things Are” - Part 1

More of this ongoing horny lunacy here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/46926720 ABO and soul-mark world where alphas significantly stronger than others and less well-behaved than in most stories, but no longer dominant. Seen as subhuman by many and legally discriminated against, they're either under house arrest if beta or omega mates will vouch for them or kept in prison-like fertility clinic holding cells...if they're lucky. ----- Much as thirteen-year-old girls might think otherwise, soul-mate marks are not romantic. Some people don't have to screw around with them at all, which is unfair. Half of the textual ones are filthy and ones like Lena's are heart-wrenching. It's not words, it's a shape. A face, burned into her skin as delicately as one of the Great Masters wielded a single-hair brush. One in a hundred thousand women has this problem, seeing a face but not a written mark. Those usually have a name, or a nickname, or some clue. Handsome. Female. Wild. A long neck corded with tendons. A slanted, toothy grin that pops the bottle cap off her fight-or-flight but doesn't spill it. It's a good scared, the idea of being fucked by her. Her soulmates' face makes it clear she's a fucking alpha and the first time she realizes this, when it really hits her, Lena sprints to the shabby bathroom and empties herself. How a boarding school this expensive has such shitty bathrooms, they've never determined. ----- She hears the thump of Andi's frame and then the slide as she sinks against the door on her side. Long fingers sneak under the gap and wiggle, demanding Lena's own. "You get a mark, Lena?" "Yeah." "Me too. A face." fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck "Uh, ah, a woman's face?" "Yeah. Absolute brick. Alpha, I think." ----- Alex slumps against her front door and groans. She can smell it—taste it—and Maggie's scent kicks her brain into memories of the taste of some Frankensteined vegan version of a mole poblano she had to learn from her grandmother because of her parent's efforts to dispose of everything Mexican in their heritage. Alex would have sworn the tofu clucked, Maggie had done such an amazing job. Her alpha needs her and hate groups and common knowledge be damned, that matters and that's compatible with Alex being a badass with a cool career. She can want that and want to be ground slowly into the blankets as Maggie rocks her knot in with all slowness her hormones allow and spills with a sigh. So much of it that Alex feels the sheer warmth spread through her guts for a half-hour. She can be her own woman and want to wrap her lips around the head just to hear the little squeaks 'babe' and 'good girl' and how 'Alex' is breathed out in sighing lungfuls that take forever when she picks up her pace and all Maggie has are moans. She's not able to. She's too fucked up with stress right now.Her wedding band feels more like barbed wire than a reminder of Maggie and Kelly's love. She wishes she could have came up with better wedding vows. Hell, she wishes she could have had an outdoor wedding rather than videoconferencing or her mom could have met her bride without scent-blocker vents and armed guards.

Maggie’s first rut was late—she’d assumed she was just a snarky beta—and three years into her and Alex’s relationship. At the time, they were team-flirting with their roommate, mostly to make the graceful, skittish omega duck her pretty little head and blush harder than anyone with a degree in sexual psychology should be able to blush.

In retrospect, that little game may explain a lot about Kelly’s sudden fondness for hot yoga in the living room. ----- Maggie has been so good and so patient on how her status upended her life entirely and now Alex’s hands are shaking on the knob and as much as she wants to waltz in there and drape her arms around her fun-size wildling’s neck, edging her until Kelly can come help after work, she is too fucking scared.

Not scared of Maggie. Never of Maggie. That’s what she promised right before ‘I do’.

Dropping Luthor that hint? That’s a dangerous gamble, and she knows it.

But only one prisoner they ever took made Alex feel so fucking sorry for her.

DEO Casefile #87153. Asset Kilo-Romeo-Yankee-Foxtrot-One. KRYptonian, Female Number One.

The only surviving female of her race, from what they can tell.

But unlike the world’s most iconic beta, she’s an alpha and subject to all the wickedness of that. Taken with minimal injuries and somehow, no fatalities. They brough her to Alex for analysis a few weeks after Alex and Kelly settled into the new normal, so maybe her opinion of muscular female alphas was a bit elevated… ----- CADMUS, probably. But maybe, juuuuust maybe, a trafficking ring.

Fucked up as it is, that’s the hope. That someone nasty took her and for use, not for dissection.

So if a one-percenter omega is blue-clitting it while she tears the planet apart looking and that lines up with Alex’s desire to make good on her I won’t let them hurt you promise spoken on her side of the glass to those wolf-like eyes that are so predatory but also so badly want to be tamed and rubbed on the belly?

She’s not going to kink-shame. Not one bit.

Glass houses and all. ----- This, though, this isn’t so bad. She’s not rutting, but if one zhriymin in the prison gets it, they all do. So they sent a zhraomin to her—her favorite one, with the tiny brown-pink spots on her skin and the pale blue eyes and red hair—and the zhraomin brought food!

She’s saying something in whatever language she speaks. Doing that thing they do where they pull their lips back when they’re happy.

She ignores Kara’s best, nastiest, scariest growl and makes that sound when they don’t believe something is real and it amuses them. Shakes her head. Her long legs slide over Kara’s and she slowly drags the sheet down while holding one of the...the…soft spicy things that come in the boxes! up to her lips.

Kara clamps both her hands on the female’s hips so she will stay and feed her.

#supercorp #superrojascorp #dansen #danvers #abo #Lena going to get that feral Kryptonian loving #Kara is like a wild dog #but she would like pets and to lick faces please #Maggie the soft work-at-home stud

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Prompt: Lena accidentally creates something that makes everyone attracted to her except kara (she is immune) basically jealous!kara 😬

Read on AO3 (Prompt from @urjustwaiting)

“My dearest Lena,” Brainy began, brown eyes bright and earnest as he cradled Lena’s hand in both of his like it was something precious and fragile, “I have always considered you to be my intellectual equal and a friend of the highest order. Recently, however, I have found my feelings of friendship for you have shifted - grown into something unexpected and wondrous.”

Brainy inhaled sharply, gathering his courage as Lena’s eyes widened with abject shock and horror at what was occurring.

“Lena Luthor, I have fallen irrevocably in love with you”, Briany declared confident and unfalteringly certain, “and I was wondering if I could spend time conversing with you over a sizeable meal?”

To say Lena’s day had started strangely would be the understatement of the century. She had arrived at the DEO following the news that there had been an attempted break-in last night at the secret facility that had been successfully fended off by Kara, Brainy, Nia and Andrea (the newest superhero to join the club).

Alex, who had taken her first night off since becoming director, had rushed onsite as soon as she was alerted to what had happened; her first order had been to bring Lena in to evaluate the building’s defenses and put in suitable improvements for any weaknesses identified. It was a sign of how much trust Lena had earned amongst the Superfriends, and more specifically Alex, that no one hesitated to call her in for help with something as sensitive as security flaws.

Lena had fought hard to earn back the trust she had nearly lost, rebuild the bridges both sides had burnt and therefore she didn’t balk at the ridiculously early wake-up call and did not even consider saying no to Alex’s request.

The second she arrived at the DEO, she knew something was off.

People were staring at her, which shouldn’t have been odd for a Luthor in the slightest but Lena was used to being ignored at the DEO. The agents milling the corridors would give fleeting glances and welcoming nods but nothing more - many of them owed their life to a last minute scientific breakthrough courtesy of Lena’s intellect and as such they respected her enough to treat her like she was one of them - like she belonged here - because of it. Walking into the DEO to find herself the subject of many furtive gazes and unsubtle wandering eyes was therefore worrisome to say the least.

Lena’s concern merely increased as she made her way further into the DEO where she couldn’t go more than a metre without being approached by agents trying out a cheesy pick-up line or inviting her to coffee/dinner. Two rather charming agents actually dropped down on one knee at the same time to propose to her there and then - Lena was saved from answering as her wannabe future spouses got into a fist fight. The worst one, by far, was Pam from HR who shouted that she was enthusiastically willing to bear all of Lena’s future children - Lena promptly sprinted into the command centre and had been momentarily relieved to see Brainy there waiting for her.

The relief was obviously dashed a minute later when Brainy grabbed her hand and sweetly announced his love for her.

“Brainy, what the hell!?”

Those were the exact words Lena had wanted to shout but had been unable to find her voice to do so, thankfully (or not so as the case may be), Nia had voiced them for her and was striding into the room with a furious expression on her face.

“Nia, it’s not what it looks like-” Lena rushed to reassure as Nia pushed her boyfriend away from the youngest Luthor.

“How could you?!” Nia demanded, rounding on the Coulan.

“Nia, I think there’s something wrong-” Lena began to interrupt, knowing how much Brainy loved Nia and her alarm bells from the agents earlier ringing loudly in her head when....

“I wanted to ask her out.” Nia exclaimed stamping her foot childishly before turning to face Lena with fluttering eyelashes and a seductive pout. “Lena, please my love is far more real than Brainy’s. Don’t go out with him.” Nia pleaded as Briany scoffed derisively behind her.

“Lena is smart enough to see through your fraudulent affection. She was on the precipice of accepting my offer of a date.” Briany cut in with a superior raise of his chin.

“No, she wasn’t!” Nia rebuked, turning back to Brainy with clenched fists.

“Yes, she was!” Brainy returned, chest puffing out as they both stepped forward as if to engage in battle when a sudden red and blue blur appeared between them as a physical barrier.

“What on Earth is going on?” Kara questioned, brow creased in confusion as she looked between the couple that seemed to be seconds away from trading blows.

“I LOVE LENA MORE!” They both shouted in answer whilst they simultaneously lunged towards one another.

“What?!” Kara gasped as she hurriedly tried to keep the two apart. “Lena?” Kara asked, wide-eyed and gobsmacked, clearly looking for an explanation.

“I don’t know!” Lena responded quick and panicked. “I came in and everyone’s been…”

“Everyone’s been what?” Kara prompted as she ducked a wild swing from a feisty Nia.

“Like this.” Lena gestured to Briany and Nia who were futilely trying to dodge around the kryptonian superhero.

Kara blinked rapidly at this information but reacted quickly, super speeding Brainy and Nia away from the command centre as carefully as she could. Kara was back less than a minute later, appearing harried and uncomfortable but she wasn’t looking at Lena any differently to normal. Soft blue eyes watched her the exact same way and as soon as she was back, she gently encouraged Lena into their standard hug with a light touch to her elbow.

Lena folded happy and willing into Kara’s arms burying her face into the kyrptonian’s shoulder as Kara gently stroked her back.

“So… interesting morning so far?” Kara teased managing to pull forth a relieved chuckle from the CEO.

“You could say that.” Lena sighed, letting her eyes slip closed for a fleeting second as she quickly inhaled Kara’s familiar airy scent before pulling away and putting her armour back on. “I seem to have suddenly become irresistible to everyone here.” Lena explained, nearly convincing herself that she saw a flash of a sad pout on her best friend’s face when she ended their hug. “Except for you, of course.” Lena clarified.

“Well… uh… I…” Kara stammered, face blushing a bright red as she self-consciously rubbed the back of her neck.

“Don’t worry, Kara, I’m not offended.” Lena reassured, giving Kara an out even as it caused her heart to painfully twinge with a familiar loss and yearning that always accompanied the realisation that Kara would never see her the same way.

“Lena-” Kara began, lips pressed tight together as she took a tentative step forward.

“Lena, there you are!”

Kara and Lena’s heads turned immediately to see Andrea striding into the room, dressed to impress in a tight black dress and red soled heels that drew attention to her long, sinful legs.

“Oh, dear…” Lena murmured, swallowing thickly, as Andrea approached with a dark predatory gaze that promised to fulfill all of Lena’s long forgotten teenage fantasies.

Lena was so fixated on the sight of her first crush looking like she was about to devour her right there in the DEO command centre that she didn’t see the heavy frown form on Kara’s face, nor the way blue eyes flickered red for a flash.

The sound of a rumbling growl was the only thing that broke through Lena’s stupor and pre-empted a red-blue blur sweeping Andrea out of the room, presumably to deposit her in the same place as Brainy and Nia.

“Was that your stomach?” Lena asked when Kara reappeared a few moments later.

“Was what my stomach?”

“That growling noise?” Lena inquired with a tilt of her head.

“Uhhhh….” Kara’s mouth opened and closed, the tips of her ears turning red before she nodded her head in jerky agreement. “Yep, stomach, super hungry, no breakfast.”

“You must be, you’re dropping verbs.” Lena joked.

“Uh huh.” Kara muttered, shifting her weight nervously from foot to foot as she intermittently shot discouraging glares to any agents that looked like they were even considering coming up to Lena. “Do you have any idea what’s causing this?” Kara questioned, placing her hands on her hips and trying to ease into her Supergirl persona.

“No.” Lena answered honestly.

“Were you exposed to anything? Or working with anything that might have caused something like this?” There was no accusation within the questions, just genuine curiosity and a desire to work through the possible causes. Lena didn’t doubt Kara’s trust in her, not after everything they had been through.

“No.” Lena replied after thinking carefully.

“You were here yesterday and everyone was fine.” Kara rationalised, “So it must have happened since you left.”

“Kara, I didn’t do anything after I left. I went home, watched a documentary, had a bath and went to bed as I promised you.”

Lena’s work hours since re-taking L-Corp as her own had exploded and her rare free time was regularly being utilised to support the Superfriends. Lena had spent yesterday tweaking Kara’s supersuit to improve its diagnostic capabilities to provide Kara an edge when flying into an unknown situation. It had taken Kara forcibly frog marching her out of the building and using her puppy dog eyes to get Lena to promise that she would finally go home and relax.

“Good girl.” Kara said, softening immediately at Lena’s answer, blue eyes twinkling with pride.

Lena internally screamed at herself to keep her praise kink under tight control.

“Then maybe something happened overnight? Or whilst you were on your way in?” Kara continued to theorise allowing Lena much needed time to regain her cool.

“Unlikely,” Lena replied thoughtfully, “I stopped for coffee on my way in and no one there acted oddly. It wasn’t until I got to the DEO that things changed.”

“Then-”

“SOMETHING WEIRD IS GOING ON!” Alex announced as she strode in, practically snarling at the agents that were working at their consoles, all of whom had looked a second away from getting to their feet and rushing eagerly towards the older Danvers as soon as she appeared.

Kara, meanwhile, instantly moved to be slightly in front of Lena like a personal shield ready to jump forward but careful not to overstep and diminish the CEO’s autonomy - Lena couldn’t help how her heart fluttered at Kara’s mindful concern.

“Are you in love with Lena too?” Kara challenged, narrowing her gaze at her sister.

Alex came to a sharp and sudden stop, jaw dropping open as she looked between Kara and Lena, “Too?” Alex echoed, and Lena watched in confusion as a slow and incredibly bright grin appeared to light up the Director’s face. “Did you finally-”

“BrianyandNiaareinlovewithLena!” Kara yelled, panicked and fast paced, hands flapping wildly at her sides.

The smile vanished alongside whatever Alex had been about to say. “I’m sorry, did you say Brainy and Nia are in love with Lena?”

“Yep.” Kara popped as she let out an unusually large sigh of relief that made Lena think she may have missed something important in the sister’s aborted interaction. “As well as nearly all the DEO agents, but no one from the coffee shop so we think it's localised to here which is weird because we can’t seem to find a potential cause that would explain that.” Kara rambled, clearly intent on brushing over whatever had just happened. “Therefore I asked if you were in love with Lena like Briany, Nia and Andrea.” Kara explained placing unnecessary emphasis on their friends' names.

Alex glanced from Kara to Lena, frowning heavily, “Sorry Lena but I’m quite happily taken.”

“Shame.” Lena tsked, earning her an affectionate eye roll from the redhead, before being struck by a sudden realisation. “Wait, then why were you coming in yelling that something weird is going on if you didn’t know about me?”

Alex shot a look over her shoulder before moving closer to the other two and dropping her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, “People are being… ‘overly friendly’ to me.”

Kara and Lena shared a look.

“Hey!” Alex snapped, bringing guilty green and blue eyes back to her. “I’m being serious here!”

“So by ‘overly friendly’ you mean…” Lena prompted.

“People keep trying to hug me and ask me how my day is going. And they keep… complimenting me.” Alex whispered like she was sharing some heinous crimes.

Both Kara and Lena’s eye muscles twitched with the desire to share another look but they managed to resist - just.

“It’s weird.” Alex defended haughtily. “Yesterday, they were too scared to look me in the eye for longer than a second and now they can’t go ten seconds without giving me a motivational speech about how good a job I’m doing.”

“It could be worse.” Lena said trying to be comforting,

“How?” Alex huffed.

“Well, Pam from HR told me she wanted to bear my children.” Lena said with a shrug that was immediately followed by a loud CRUNCHING noise.

Lena turned to find the source of the ear-splitting sound only to discover that the round titanium table Kara had been leaning against was now heavily crumpled around two tightly clenched kryptonian fists.

“Kara?” Lena squeaked whilst Alex merely face-palmed.

***

“It doesn’t make sense.” Lena mused, unknowingly posed like ‘The Thinking Man’ on the stool as Alex and Kara paced the space.

They had made the wise decision to move to what was considered Lena’s lab at the DEO to free themselves of the foot traffic of the command centre that had both Danvers sisters glowering at any agents that dared to approach (though for vastly different reasons).

“What are you thinking Luthor?” Alex asked, plopping herself down heavily on the stool by the CEO.

“Disparate pieces that don’t logically fit together.” Lena murmured quietly more to herself than to the other two before she lifted her head and tried to slowly talk through what her mind was attempting to process. “Whatever happened, clearly happened in the last,” Lena glanced at her watch, grimacing at the time as her head pounded with lack of sleep, “eight hours. I left here at six yesterday and no one was acting any differently to normal. Whatever has happened changes people’s behaviour towards us.” Lena gestured between herself and Alex, “but only us. And whatever is doing it is localised to the DEO.”

Lena paused, giving the sisters a chance to disagree with her assertion of facts, both Danvers nodded in agreement and encouragement to continue.

“Therefore, we have two options:” Lena continued, laying out the two theories she was working with, “either something happened at the DEO that is causing this and we are merely triggers for it. Or something happened specifically to us and being here is triggering it.”

Alex pursed her lips, thinking carefully through Lena’s logic, “Which do you think is more likely?”

“Something happening at the DEO.” Lena answered with a shrug, “One target, one location, rather than two is more straightforward.”

“Agreed.” Alex sighed, “And we know something did happen after we both left last night.”

“The attempted break in.” Lena concurred.

Alex nodded, shifting to face the kryptonian who had been listening intently to the conversation, “Kara, give us a rundown of what happened.”

Kara frowned, hands moving to rest on her hips in classic Supergirl pose, “It was just dumb thugs looking to make a quick buck. They’d stumbled upon some alien tech that they knew fetched a good price on the black market. Rather than sell it quickly and get away with it, they got greedy. They knew more tech was held here and figured they could double their profits if they used the tech they already had to pull off a heist.”

“I want it noted that the DEO is the worst kept secret in this city,” Lena snarked, with a roll of her eyes, “and that’s saying something considering Supergirl's disguise is a pair of glasses.”

“Noted,” Alex grunted, shooting the youngest Luthor a smug smirk, “which is why making it your job to fix that for us.”

Lena chuckled darkly, “You couldn’t afford my consultation fees.”

Alex’s smugness increased tenfold at that, her chin lifting defiantly as she laid down her ace, “That’s why I’m making Kara be the one to ask you.”

Lena gasped, utterly outraged, “You underhanded-“

“Guys, focus!” Kara bellowed, clapping her hands loudly together to break the two of them out of their regular snarky banter that could go on for a good hour if not interrupted quickly (it was how they showed their affection for one another).

“Right.”

“Sorry.”

Alex and Lena murmured apologetically, gazes dropping to the floor as Kara shook her head in amusement at their familiar antics.

“What tech did they use?” Alex questioned, bringing them back on track.

“Stupid gas.”

Lena’s brow furrowed at the response and Alex’s aggrieved grunt that followed it, “I’m sorry, what?”

“It’s a bio weapon that makes-“

“People stupid?” Lena guessed.

“Hyper emotional, but… yeah.” Alex clarified, “Like when I was exposed to it, I just laughed for like an hour straight.”

Lena hummed thoughtfully, brain whirring away to make connections with this new information, “Are kryptonians immune?”

“No.” Alex laughed, earning her a pout from the Super that made Lena take a mental note to beg Kara for the obvious story behind it another time.

“Then why isn’t Kara affected by all of this?” Lena questioned, throwing in the other variable they hadn’t considered.

“Now that you mention it, the stupid gas didn’t work on me last night.”

Alex’s face scrunched up in confusion, “It did last time.”

Kara shrugged, seemingly unconcerned, “I think Lena’s upgraded suit protected me.”

“My upgraded…” Lena began slowly, her eyes suddenly going wide as she recognised the suit Kara was currently wearing to be the one she had been tinkering with all day yesterday, “Kara, I told you not to wear that yet. I hadn’t finished tweaking it!”

Kara winced at the sharp tone, hands flying up in supplication and surrender, as she whined defensively, “It worked perfectly Lena.”

“That’s not the point-“ Lena rebuked, crossing her arms aggressively causing the superpowered alien to shrink under her green-eyed glare.

“Kara’s not affected...” Alex murmured, though her voice was quiet there was something sharp to her tone that cut through the room - it was the tone that preceded a ‘Eureka’.

“Alex?” Kara and Lena both prompted.

“I have an idea.” Alex announced jumping to her feet, and snatching up her jacket, “I need to test something out.”

“Okay, what are you thinking?” Kara called out as Alex rushed out of the lab.

“I’m thinking that I’m grateful I memorised the number of that twenty four hour Chinese takeaway.”

***

Lena and Alex stood back and watched in complete horror as the DEO agents ravaged the table loaded up with potstickers, stuffing their mouths with ten at a time and throwing punches over the last handfuls. They had to forcibly pull Kara away from the scene who twitched with the obvious desire to throw herself into the mix to get a share for herself.

“I don’t understand.” Kara wailed, stamping her foot pathetically, once they had returned to the lab.

“Oh my god.” Lena muttered, snatching up the tablet she had been using yesterday and scrolling through everything she had done to Kara’s suit, leaving the explanation task to the older Danvers.

“They’re feeling what you feel.” Alex announced, “Lena and I aren’t the catalyst. You are.”

Kara’s crinkle appeared and deepened.

“It’s why everyone has been so friendly to Alex.” Lena mumbled, taking over the explanation absentmindedly as she distractedly ran through data, looking between the suit upgrades and the specification of ‘Stupid Gas’. “They feel your sisterly love for her and are treating her like you would but to an extreme degree. It must be because of their exposure to the gas mixed with some upgrade I put into your suit.” Lena frowned, mind running a mile a minute, “I fitted in further diagnostic capabilities that might be able to identify biological toxins and alert you, but-“ Lena froze, head snapping upwards to stare dumbly at her best friend, her entire brain grinding to a dead halt.

“Lena?” Kara inquired, blue eyes instantly glowing with concern at Lena’s absolute stillness and dead-eyed stare.

Alex nudged Kara’s side and whispered helpfully, “I think she’s just realised.”

“Realised what?”

Alex directed a soft and understanding smile at her sister, “How people have been acting towards her and what that means…”

“Oh…” Kara squeaked, paling considerably and breath held tight as she waited for Lena to finally react.

“You want to bear my children?!” Lena yelled incredulously, shattering the awkward silence with that explosive revelation.

Kara’s entire body flushed crimson, as she spluttered out (unable to stop herself), “Ummm… I mean… Preferably after a few dates…”

“Annnnnnd that’s my cue…” Alex announced, turning on her heel sharply and marching out of the room.

Lena blinked repeatedly, still not fully rebooted from this turn of events and everything it could potential - hopefully - entail.

“Lena… I…” Kara began, voice thick with emotion as she took timid, shaky steps towards her best friend, “I don’t know what to say…”

“You love me?” Lena asked, the bluntness of the question softened by the tremble to her voice that highlighted the vulnerability and hope of the question.

It was the hopefulness in Lena’s voice and the way green eyes were dark with poorly hidden want that gave Kara the courage to lift her chin, puff out her chest and declare sincerely, “More than anything.”

Lena let out a shaky breath, throwing her tablet down on the bench and demanding sternly, “Take off the suit.”

“Really?” Kara’s eyes bulged at the request, the flush from earlier deepening to a boiled crimson, “I mean I’m not saying no but I was kind of hoping we could go out on a date first. Maybe? If you’re interested?”

“Kara,” Lena said stepping forward into Kara’s personal space which effectively stopped Kara’s ramble, “you’re still wearing the upgraded suit which is feedbacking to everyone in the DEO your emotions. If you take it off everyone goes back to normal.”

“Oh,” Kara breathed, shaking her head with embarrassment, “I thought-“

Lena reached out, threading her fingers through Kara’s golden hair affectionately before seeking out the nape of her neck to gently tug Kara down the couple of inches between them so that she could press their lips hotly together. Kara’s hands instantly sought out Lena’s hips even as her mouth slipped open granting access to Lena’s insistent tongue.

Lena’s free hand traced the emblem on the supersuit whilst she teased her nails against Kara’s neck earning her an appreciative groan that served as the only warning before Kara effortlessly hoisted Lena up onto the lab bench pressing eagerly forward into the space between Lena’s legs.

Lena nipped at Kara’s bottom lip before breaking away, panting heavily to regain her breath. Kara, meanwhile, didn’t even hesitate to track kisses down Lena’s jaw and neck, sucking at her pulse-point until Lena’s legs wrapped tightly around Kara’s body desperately trying to earn some relief.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do this?” Lena gasped.

“Oh, I do.” Kara murmured earnestly, leaning back to fully appreciate how wrecked Lena looked.

Lena lightly shoved Kara back with a playful laugh, fingers tapping against the edges of Kara’s supersuit emblem as she quirked a mischievous eyebrow. “The sooner you take this off, the sooner the problem is fixed and we can go on that date.”

Kara’s entire expression lit up at that and in flash she had disappeared only to return less than a second later dressed in the DEO sweatsuit that Lena adored.

“Shall we?” Kara checked, bouncing up and down so excitedly that Lena couldn’t resist pulling her back in for another deep kiss.

#supercorp #supercorp fanfic #supercorp fic #supercorp prompt

[thesacredtwink]

On the note of the Chain reacting to Twilight being a King, I present to you the image that the perfect knight that is Warriors now has to grapple with the fact he once told an actual King that he smelled like a wet dog. Conversely, Sky, who has not been crowned yet, asks for advice on how to king. (Twilight's advice is vague and unhelpful at best. He doesn't know what he's doing, it's a miracle he's lasted this long without screwing up!)

Also, you know what would be funny? If Twilight doing well was so important that he's sort of dragged reluctantly into being the most positively remembered king in their entire history. "This is the king that saved us from ruin! He mended the damage done by the king of evil and improved our relationships with the rest of Hyrule. He's the one who convinced us to become merchants instead of thieves, and our people still reap benefit from the decisions he's made. The Wolf King is very well remembered," the group hears in Kara Kara Bazaar from a gerudo guard who sees Twilight's facial markings and remembers them from a book she read once. Twilight's started sweating for reasons unrelated to the heat.

Twilight has so many knife skills. He can pick a lock with a knife. He can juggle knives. He can throw knives. He can fight with knives just as well as he can a sword. He refuses to elaborate on how he obtained any of these skills. He doesn't want to talk about it.

Also, the Gerudo being pleased that he already knows how to fight. He's gifted a fancy ass sword and shield set as a coronation gift. He doesn't use them because he doesn't want to explain how he got them. He'll use them in the desert, and maybe once the others know, but until then they stay safely hidden at the bottom of his bag. That is not a conversation he wants to have.

His advisers are the Gerudo he loves most. They are the only reason he hasn't completely given up hope. He needs them. They are all too happy to help him, and he is eternally grateful.

-Attllhak

Warriors doesn't know what's true any more. He might be having a crisis over it.

Twilights advice to Sky might be worth shit, but at the very least it's reassuring that other kings don't know what they are doing either. It's a small comfort, but there.

*vibrates* wolf king twilight, Wolf King Twilight WOLF KING TWILIGHT

The most beloved! The legendary! Some say blessed by the goddesses themselves! (Wild, having been able to sneak into Gerudo town itself has read these books. They were neat stories at the time, but after he met Twilight A LOT of things clicked into place. He is never letting Twi live it down)

I am here for ALL OF THIS.

Once the others know, there isn't any point in continuing to hide his more ornate stuff. He isn't a flashy guy, but that shield is nice as is the sword. It would be a shame not to use it. He will boil to death before he wears the formal garb for anything other then a cerimony though.

Oh man, the Gerudo ADORE that he already knows how to fight. They find out that Time knows some of the same moves and practically drag him away to teach them his techniques.

I am so glad you shared that bit about Nayru. Sacred Twink and all that has spawned from it is such a wonderful type of chaos.

#gerudo!twilight #gerudo twilight #gerudo twilight au #twilight linked universe #nick speaks #the sacred twink #what even are these tags anymore???

[ygreczed-3]

The Red Guard and the Snow Angel

So here is some lore from my fantasy AU ! In this AU, Detroit is a human kingdom, in the north of the island. The city is in the glaciated territory, and because of the long year cold, humans have a hard time cultivating the lands.

Kamski is the magician who created Golems (magic equivalent to androids). Golems can work several days without feeling any tiredness, carry heavy loads and have no food requirements. They can use snow magic, which allows them to cultivate successfully the lands surrounding Detroit, and their ineffable beauty and eternal youth are as coveted as they are envied. Golems were first essentially used in the fields and farms, but as time passed, they started working in many places like bars, forges, inns, libraries, stables etc... Mostly doing physical work, but also as servants or dancers for some of them.

After the Night of the Cold Blooded (aka the Night of Freedom among Golems), Detroit lose most of the crops and herds, bringing a long unseen famine episode on the kingdom. The Red Guards, who used to have a function of maintaining order inside the city formed an army, and went after the escaped Golems, to capture them and enslave them again. But Golems fought back and that’s how the Merciless War started.

When the story begins, humanity and Golems are at war for years. Humans want to conquer the wild territory of Crystal Cove, where golems founded the free city Jericho. Golems defend Jericho with all they have but they lose units with every new battle, and unlike humans, they can’t give birth. They are only 100 left when the story begins, and they just survive, knowing one day, the last golem will die, taking with them the evidence of their very existence. 

In this universe, Hank Anderson, said Bear Paw, has lost his wife and son on that bloody night, in a fire caused by some androids trying to escape.He hates androids from that day.Hank is a very famous warrior from the Red Guard. He's a lieutenant and has a giant dog, a beast he calls Sumo. He's very appreciated by Detroit's people since he's a good hunter, and a good, kind man with that, even though his grief made him more bitter and cynical than before.He fights with an axe named Feather.

Gavin Reed, said The Scar, was young when the Night of the Cold Blooded happened. He only knows his mother was killed that night, and that his father’s never gotten over it. Gavin grew up thinking golems were evil and were the reason he was miserable for most of his life, his father neglecting him. He decided to become a warrior and join the Red Guard to go after the bloodthirsty golems lurking outside and kill them. More than personal revenge, he also knows Detroit's inhabitants need golems to work in the field again to make the famines stop. He's got his scar from the Night of the Cold Blooded. He's known to be a bragging arrogant warrior, but he's deadly efficient. He fights with a sword named Whistler.

Connor and Nines used to serve the same human when they were still slaves, Their neighbor were Marcus’s and Kara’s owners, so they lived all together for a long time before the Night of Freedom. Marcus became the leader of the revolution, and Golems all followed him to Crystal Cove to found Jericho, the free city. The city is often attacked by humans, and more and more Golems die : in front of their decreasing number, Connor realizes they can’t survive like this, and decides to try to find Kamski.

He knows Golems can’t go through the Summer Falls, because they’re weak to fire magic, which means he needs to find a human and get him to join his quest.

Since Marcus and Nines won’t let him leave Jericho, because they need him to help defending the city, he escapes one night and walks deep into the wood, to find that one human who’s going to help him.

#The red guard and the snow angel #TRGATSA #dbh fantasy au #detroit become human #DBH #connor #hank anderson #gavin reed #nines #hancon #reed900

[whythinktoomuch]

i. a change of heart

Kara needs a breather. She’s been needing them not only more, but more often as of late, what with the wedding date looming close and the soon-to-be in-laws somehow looming even closer. 

Mr & Mrs Rojas never really seemed to approve of Kara, and the fast approaching, ever imminent prospect of losing their proper, well-to-do daughter to a ne’er-do-well, glorified “blogger” has them upping their demurral ten-flipping-fold. 

And Andrea keeps taking their side; she’s always taken their side. 

“Baby, come on. They flew all the way to National City just to have dinner with us, so please be nice,” Andrea asks of her, and Kara is just left wondering, inwardly, why the courtesy has to be so one-sided all the time anyway. 

Her very last nerve snaps though—after teetering on the breaking point for two and a half long-suffered courses—when Mrs Rojas vetoes her pick for her own best woman for her own wedding, and Kara has to excuse herself from the table. She throws on a pair of running shorts and a hoodie, but gets stopped on her way out of the apartment. 

“We’ll talk about this when you get back, okay?” Andrea says, and Kara just shrugs because she already knows that they won’t. 

With Lizzo blasting in her ears, Kara runs and runs until she stops readily recognizing her surroundings, then she runs and runs some more just for good measure. The anger eventually burns away, fizzling down to something much more manageable, so Kara stops at a nearby water fountain for a quick sip. 

That’s when she sees it: a woman absentmindedly walking into the path of an oncoming cyclist. 

Kara doesn’t even think; she barely has time to call out a panicked Hey! as she rushes forward. 

Everything hurts when Kara first opens her eyes with a groan, but then she’s face to face with sharp, pale features and a pair of the most brilliant greens, and you know what? It’s not all that bad actually. 

“Are you okay?” the beautiful woman asks. She peers down at Kara with an expression that’s more curious than worried. She looks smart, like someone who’d know better than to text while crossing the street, and yet. “The cyclist’s already hightailed it out of here, by the way.” 

“Oh?” Kara sits up, presses her fingers to a bump that’s just starting to form on her forehead. “What an ass.” 

The woman laughs, and it might be the cleanest, most pleasant sound to ever grace Kara’s ears. “He didn’t mean anything by it. The weed’s just made him really paranoid is all.” 

“Well... who can blame him then?” 

The woman introduces herself as Lena, and Kara accepts Lena’s hand and assistance in getting to her feet when offered. They end up walking together for a couple of blocks, and Kara accidentally ends up sharing a lot more of her life and woes than she means to. 

It doesn’t hurt that Lena seems willing to listen. 

It kinda hurts that a complete stranger seems more willing to listen than her current fiancée, but that’s neither here nor there, right?

"What if you woke up tomorrow, and everything was different?” Lena asks after a suspended beat of silence, and there’s a mischievous twinkle in her eye that Kara doesn’t quite know what to do with. “If your life had suddenly, completely, drastically changed overnight?” 

“Like, not being engaged to Andrea or something?” 

“As for example,” Lena says with a half-shrug.  

Kara laughs, slightly hesitant. “I guess I’d be really confused? I don’t know... Who can even say?” 

“Well, I suppose there’s really only one way to find out, no?” 

“... Sure,” Kara says, but Lena’s smile is altogether all too knowing for some reason. 

They eventually bid each other good night and exchange a set of promises—Kara to keep an open mind and to google concussion symptoms just in case, Lena to stop texting when venturing into bike lanes—before heading to their respective homes. 

By the time she makes it back to the apartment, it’s pretty late, and thus, dark and quiet and empty of any disapproving in-laws to be. Kara takes a quick shower and slips into a bed already occupied with her already deeply asleep fiancée. 

Kara stares at Andrea’s back, watches the steady rise and fall of her breaths play out in silence, and turns to face the opposite side of the bed with a heavy sigh. 

If her life could somehow change, it wouldn’t happen suddenly, completely, or drastically, and it most certainly wouldn’t happen overnight, and Kara just has to find some way to make peace with that, and that’s the that—as they say—on that. 

With the morning comes the morning sun, and with the morning sun comes a violent jostling of Kara’s arm that promptly wrenches her into wakefulness. She buries her face deeper into her pillow with a growl.

“’Drea, just gimme five more minutes. Please...”  

Someone, or perhaps some-thing, that is most assuredly not Andrea barks back at Kara in protest. 

Kara nearly falls out of a bed that isn’t hers as she throws a wild look over her shoulder at a dog that she’s never seen before in her life. 

The large samoyed is practically grinning at her, with a leash in mouth and fluffy tail a-wagging. 

“Babe, what are you doing?” calls out a voice so strangely familiar that Kara’s ears must be deceiving her, and oh wow, her eyes must be deceiving her as well because—somehow—walking into the bedroom like she belongs there is Kara’s very first girlfriend and high school sweetheart. “You gotta walk Krypto now, or you’re going to be late for work! Again!” 

“... Siobhan?” is all Kara can sputter in the moment. 

(next part here)

#anyone else watch that not so great lesbian family man christmas movie? #if not don't worry i've taken many a liberty with this one LMAO #my words.

[supercorpkid]

April Fools.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 1515.

“Mom, I’m the most horrible person in the world.” You say as soon as Lena steps in the house.

“Your uncle Lex will be so sad to hear that he got dethroned.” She smiles, too proud of her own joke, and you smile back at her, getting distracted for a second. You remember what you were doing and stop smiling immediately.

Lena does her entire routine before going inside. She takes off her coat, hangs her purse on the hanger next to the door, before making her way to the kitchen.

“Mom, I’m serious.” You show her the broken glass on the kitchen floor and Lena furrows her brows. She has a moment of realization and she looks at you, mouth agape.

“No.” It’s the only thing she says.

“I’m sorry! I swear it was an accident.” You watch her coming closer and kneeling on the floor picking up a broken piece.

“Tell me this isn’t what I think it is!”

“Well-I-Yes?” You say, almost like an apology, and she looks up to you from the floor.

“What happened?” She’s getting angrier by the minute.

“I flew in and I didn’t-”

“YOU FLEW IN?” She stands up. She looks like she’s about to spit fire. “How many times did I tell you not to fly inside the house?”

“I know! It was an accident, I thought I had control!” You tell her trying to hold your laughter. You honestly don’t know how she’s falling for it. You flew in? Your powers are not even back yet. And you have a cast on your leg. It’s obviously not a good lie.

“You thought-My God! I swear I think you do this kind of stuff just to aggravate me.” Lena puts her hand on her forehead. “Clean it up.”

“Ok.” You drop your head low. “But can you hold this for me?” You ask, giving her the vase you presumably broke and she looks at you at loss. “April Fools.” You give her a smile and you hear her breathing deep before looking at you.

“I can’t believe you did this.” She looks annoyed, but you see she’s trying to hide a little smile on the corner of her lips.

“Mom. Mom.” You point at your leg. “I mean, it’s your fault you fell for it. I literally have a cast on my leg.”

“Yeah, yeah. I guess I walked right into that one.” She finally smiles a little. And you kiss her cheek. “You still have to clean it up, though.”

“Totally worth it.” You smile before cleaning the floor.

“The weirdest thing happened to me today.” Kara says landing inside of the living room, and you and Lena look up to her. “Every time I flew around in my Supergirl suit, people would just honk and wave.” She sits on the chair with a serious face trying to think what was going on. You press your lips together, trying really hard not to laugh.

“Is that a bad thing?” Lena asks, confused.

“No. I just… I don’t remember doing anything to make them celebrate my presence so much.” Kara says and you turn your head to the side, because it’s getting harder not to laugh.

Lena lifts her eyebrow at you, but says nothing.

“Well, honey, it’s probably just appreciation for your work.” Lena says and Kara stands up, agreeing. “Or…” She adds looking at Kara’s back. “Someone put a ‘honk and wave’ sign on your cape.

“WHAT?” Kara tries to look behind her cape, doing a little twist. She keeps turning around a few times and you can’t help but burst into laughter. “You didn’t!”

“I mean…” You point at her looking like a dog chasing its tail, and Lena helps her out of her cape.

“You! You! How did you do this?” Kara asks, looking at the printed words on her cape and you shrug. “Can I make it disappear?”

“You cannot.” You laugh your answer and Kara huffs sitting back down. She stares at her cape for two minutes.

“What am I going to do? Fly around with a ‘honk and wave’ cape?” She pouts and just imagining it, makes you laugh harder. “Stop laughing! It’s not funny! Why would you do this?”

“It’s April Fools.” You defend yourself and Lena agrees with her head.

“Believe me, I too was a part of this nonsense.” Lena takes Kara’s cape from her hands and looks at it, investigating it.

“I should ground you.” Kara says crossing her arms, and that, that is the funniest joke you’ve heard all day. You fall on the floor, laughing so hard your stomach hurts, and there are tears falling from your eyes. Kara’s eyebrows are pinched together. “I am not joking.”

“Sorry.” You wipe a tear and sit on the floor, looking back at her. “I thought you said you were going to ground me.”

You hear an annoyed hiss and you look at Lena who is looking at you like you’re in deep trouble. But you can’t be, it’s Kara. Kara doesn’t ground you, like ever. So, it’s cool.

“That’s exactly what I said.” She looks way too upset over a stupid joke. “And because you had this reaction, I think it’s the right thing to do.”

“What?” You sit up straight, looking shocked. “It was a joke! Just a prank. For April Fools.”

“You went too far. You ruined my cape. How do you want me to wear it now?”

“You could just stop wearing it all together. Capes are lame, anyway!”

“You’re lame.” Kara replies and your eyes widens. “And you’re grounded.”

“MOMMA!” You stand up in complete shock and disbelief. “You-But-You can’t.”

“I absolutely can! What? Do you think that only Lena has that type of authority?” Kara grabs her cape and gives it to you. “You’re grounded, and you’re going to fix this! Now-” She takes a deep breath. “Go to your room.”

“You can’t be serious!” You look at her face that looks extremely serious. “Are you? Are you serious?”

“Dead serious.” Kara takes another deep breath. “Go to your room, young lady.”

Even Lena reacts to that. She makes a loud surprised sound and you look at her, almost asking for help. Lena shrugs, and you can see her eyes tinkling like she thinks that’s the sexiest thing Kara has ever done.

“Wow. Just wow.” You pull the cape completely out of her hands. “When did you become so old?”

She doesn’t answer and you make your way to your room, complete upset by the awful turn this took. Kara has never once grounded you herself. It’s always with Lena’s push or consent. And calling you ‘young lady’? Wow, that was a low blow.

You look at the cape knowing exactly how to remove the stupid ‘honk and wave’ joke, but you’re so mad you don’t want to do it. Regardless of how annoyed you are, you still do your best to remove the print from the thick fabric, and you do a pretty good job, making it look almost new.

It’s Kara who comes to tell you it’s time for you to go to bed, like they do it every night. So, she opens the door from your room, and without saying a word you give her the cape back. She examines it, looking satisfied with the result.

“Very well.” She says throwing her cape over her shoulders. You’re rolling your eyes and biting the inside of your mouth, looking very angry. “What’s with the face?”

“Are you serious?” You throw yourself in bed. “You grounded me.”

“Yeah, so?” Kara looks at you like you’re giving her attitude for nothing. “Lena grounds you all the time.”

“Yes! Lena! Not you. And certainly not over a joke!” You grunt. Kara gives you a little smile and that just makes you frown harder.

“Oh, what? Did I forget to say?” Kara comes closer to you. “Happy April fools, loser!” She then starts laughing at you, making you furrow your eyebrows harder.

“WHAT?” You bark, dumbfounded.

“What? You think you’re the only one who can pull pranks?” She throws herself, still laughing, next to you and wraps her arms around you. “I got you big time.”

“You-Wait.” There’s a smile trying to come out from your lips, but you hold it. “I’m not grounded?”

“No!” She takes her phone out of her pocket and goes to the album. “Look at your reaction when I said you were grounded.”

“You filmed it?” You’re beyond shocked and Kara is so proud of her prank you can’t even be mad at her for it. You two watch the video together, that Lena was filming by the way, and you laugh at your reaction and the expression you make when she says ‘young lady’.

“See, I’m still young at heart.” She kisses your cheek, getting up from the bed, and you smile at her. “By the way, it’s on! I can’t wait for next year.”

“It’s so on.” You agree and you also can’t wait for the next April Fools. You know Kara really well, and this whole thing just escalated to a prank war. It’s going to get wild and awesome!

#supergirl #kara danvers #lena luthor #supercorp #kara x lena #kara x reader #supercorp daughter #supercorp fanfic #supercorpfamily #lena x reader #reader insert

[chlbita]

KARAMATSU. Or if you already got him then Chibita

I DID KARA so chibita time *rubs hands together

1. favorite thing about them?

literally everything, he's my ultimate comfort character.. he's funny and kind and a little crazy and stupid and everything.. he's a side character so yeah, DISCLAIMER, lots of opinions are some stuff i made up in my little head (with a mix of fanon) because he needed some work because the show started to not care for him after season 1 : [ so i probably look wild with all my takes on him KJHKDSFGSDH ANYWAYS.. he's just a guy that means well and he's stubborn and passionate and weird girl LOL.. i love to compare him to kun, because he was so open and naive and treasured little bugs and animal's lives more than his own and he was a evil little dude but he was also so sweet : [[[[ i can see that he's still sweet and evil as an adult, but now he's like an adult, god i cant think, i like him okay SDHFJKSDHG

2. least favorite thing about them

when people call him a baby, he's bald and short leave him alone, we're all bald and short but other than that, nothing, she is perfect

3. favorite line

i just watched some eps and i cant decide

4. brOTP

i really like chibita's relationship with everyone, him and iyami? that's his weird uncle that sleeps on his couch sometimes, him and totoko? thats his bestie that he lets complain forever and ever, him and the bros (platonically)? that's his punching bags...

5. OTP

karabita n_n like i said on karamatsu's.. i also think osobita, ichibita and totobita is soooo cute and fun in different ways, chibita can be anyones girlfriend

6. nOPT

him and hatabou LOL sorry for being a hater

7. random headcanon

im sitting here trying to think of which one to go with so im gonna briefly mention a few because i cant pick: chibita genderfluid gay, wants a family but doesn't trust anyone enough for it, whore, taught himself how to swim by jumping in a pool or something and thinks thats how everyone else learns, he's really good with talking to old ladies, they think he's sweet ANNDD scared of thunder and big dogs

8. unpopular opinion

probably a lot since he has a lot of fanon stuff, but also i agree with some of it too, idk chibita is a spectrum, but umm, he's more than a tsundere yaoi dude, thats all im gonna say

9. song i associate with them

im also keeping this to myself because it's just whore music

10. favorite picture of them

this one

#i held back on some ngl... #chibita is my everything #shes my gf #ososan #hehehe

[trixicbean]

🔥 for Supercorp :)

🔥: slow dancing [prompt list] [read on ao3]

Lena hated galas with her whole heart. Why would someone invent something so mean and torturous? It was a room full of old white men that she had to have a conversation with. Old white men and conversation really shouldn’t be allowed in the same sentence. And then they just decided to make Lena’s bad day even worse. 

She had to dance at the gala. 

This was any sane person’s idea of fun. 

“Can you even dance?” Kara asked as Lena finished her long string of complaints. They were eating ice cream on the couch in a break between movie night movies. They’d just finished Princess Diaries and they were moving onto Princess Diaries 2 as an essential part of Lena’s movie education, according to one Kara Danvers. 

“Of course I can. I’m a Luthor,” Lena sighed, taking a spoonful of ice cream before she slipped into an impression of Lillian, “If you don’t learn how to dance, Lena, you’ll never get anywhere in life,” Lena slipped out of the impression, “I had lessons from the age of five to the age twelve,”. 

“You must be amazing then,” Kara smiled brightly. 

Lena burst out in laughter, “I’m terrible, that’s why they went on so long. Believe it or not, it took me a while to get used wearing heels,”. 

Kara choked on her ice cream for a second but Lena chose to ignore it. “I haven’t danced like that since Lex’s galas and I would use Jack as an excuse to make sure I could say ‘no’ when people asked me for a dance,” she went on.

“I’m hearing you need a date,” Kara laughed, she sounded a little nervous.

“Sam’s bad enough,” Lena pointed her spoon at Kara threateningly, “You are not trying to set me up with every breathing woman as well,”. There was really only one woman she wanted to date. 

Kara coughed again, “Old white men would be okay with you taking a woman,”. 

“No,” Lena smiled smugly, “That’s why I’m going to take one,” Lena thought for a second, taking a slow spoonful of ice cream. “I just need to find someone willing to take a Luthor,” she added slowly, pushing the ice cream around the pot.

“Youcouldtakeme,” the indecipherable sound came from Kara’s mouth. Could she use superspeed to speak fast?

“What?” Lena asked, looking up at Kara.

“You could take me,” Kara shrugged. Lena’s heart beat a little faster. She wasn’t going to take her best friend as a date when she was hopelessly and irrevocably in love with her. “You know as friends,” Kara added hurriedly and Lena’s heart sunk. 

“You don’t want to be seen dating a Luthor,” Lena shook her head. It was true, the press brutally destroyed anyone she had ever dated, or supposedly dated. It was why it was such a shock her and Jack had lasted that long. The woman had been, in the past, more protected though as they just became her ‘gal-pals’ or ‘close friends’ but that was before she came out. 

“I do,” Kara replied quickly with a huge smiled, “You’re my best friend why wouldn’t I want to be seen with you?”. 

Lena shook her head, “I’m me and you’re you,”. 

“Please,” Kara pouted, bringing out the puppy dog eyes, “It’s easier than you finding someone else,”. Lena could barely comprehend the situation. She, Lena Luthor hopelessly in love with Kara Danvers for the last five years, was having to be begged by aforementioned Kara Danvers so she would take her on a fake date. Why was Lena even considering saying no? One fake night would be better than nothing at all. 

“Fine,” she sighed, “You can be my date,”. Pretend not to be excited about it. Pretend not to be excited about it. Lena repeated the words round and round again in her head. 

Kara smiled brightly, her eyes lighting up. “Don’t be so excited,” Lena laughed, “We probably need to practice at some point,”. 

“Are you suggesting that spending more time with you is a negative thing?” Kara laughed, “We could even practice now,”. 

Lena looked down at her outfit. She was wearing sports leggings and Kara’s NCU hoodie. She looked over at Kara, she was wearing sweatpants and a soft long-sleeved jumper meets t-shirt. “Really?”. 

“Why not?” Kara stood up, putting the ice cream down on the table and taking Lena’s out of her hands and putting it next to hers. She offered her hand out to Lena with a smile. 

“Have you seen what we’re wearing?” Lena asked. 

“It’s perfect,” Kara smiled, taking a hold of Lena’s hand. Lena shook her head with a laugh and Kara’s face morphed into a pout in response. “Please,” she begged. 

Lena took a deep breath. How could she refuse that face? She pulled on Kara’s hand standing up and Kara pulled her out into the empty space between the couch and dining room table with a huge smile. She dropped her hand before speeding off and returning, depositing a speaker on the table and holding her phone. 

“Any song ideas? Don’t know any slow dancing songs,” she smiled widely. 

“Neither do I,” Lena shrugged as Kara’s face morphed into a huge smile. 

“There’s a Spotify playlist,” she smiled brightly, clicking a button and placing her phone back down next to her speaker. Adele’s Make You Feel My Love started to play from the speaker. 

Kara stepped closer to Lena as she began to sing. They both automatically went to the non-leading position, going to place their hands on each other’s right shoulder. Lena laughed awkwardly ducking her head to avoid Kara’s intense gaze. 

“You should-” they both went to speak at the same time. “You-” they both tried again. Lena shook her head with another awkward laugh before she took a deep breath, waiting for Kara to speak. She seemed to be waiting for her to do the same thing. “You-” she said, cutting herself off as Kara spoke at the same time. 

“I don’t think it’s meant to be this awkward,” Kara laughed nervously. 

“I really don’t think it is,” Lena smiled, “You should lead,”. 

“Are you sure?” Kara checked, “You’re probably a better dancer,”. 

“Kara, just lead,” Lena told her and Kara turned a little redder. Lena tried not to think anything of it. 

“Is it okay if I touch you?” Kara checked, her hand hovering just over where it should be on her back. 

“Yeah,” Lena smiled and Kara’s hand rested on her back and she was pulled closer to Kara so they were only two feet away from each other. She tried not to think about the electricity following through her veins all leading off that one spot. 

She gingerly placed her hand on Kara’s right shoulder, moving them just a little bit closer together. She sucked in a breath. She really should’ve thought this through. 

Kara’s hand was reaching for her other, gently threading their fingers together and bringing her arm up so it was held at Lena’s eye level and adjusting their hand position so they just grasped each other, just because it was more comfortable. Lena watched the whole thing carefully, her eyes glued on their joined hands. Then their hands were coming closer to Lena and while their hands were still grasped together one of Kara’s fingers found itself underneath Lena’s chin. 

Her breath hitched in her throat as her head was turned so she looked directly at Kara. It felt as though those blue eyes were looking directly into her soul. She took a deep breath as she tried to calm herself, then Kara spoke. It was quiet and low yet deep and almost husking. Lena tried not to think about what it did to her body as she took another deep breath, focusing on Kara’s words. 

“You are meant to focus on your partner when you dance,” Kara whispered, bringing their hands back to where they were supposed to be. Lena looked at Kara in the eyes properly. Her heart sped up a little more. Kara had superhearing, she knew she could hear it. She just prayed Kara wouldn’t notice. 

“Are you okay?” Kara whispered, her voice softer and more gentle than it had been before. Lena cursed herself. Stupid, useless lesbian with an unrequited crush on her best friend. 

“I’m fine,” she choked out, shaking her head and willing Kara not to press any further. She didn’t instead her hand started to guide Lena. Kara stepped the left and brought her right foot over and Lena mirrored the movements, just a millisecond behind as Kara spun them around and did the same footwork again, adding another step. Lena settled into Kara’s pattern and stopped focusing on her feet to look back up at her best friend. 

How was it that Kara was this beautiful in sweats? Her hair up in a messy bun that perfectly framed her face and her eyes shining so brightly. The glasses had come off and she looked not like Kara Danvers and not like Supergirl. A version of Kara only a few people were privy to. Lena’s Kara. Kara Zor-El. She smiled softly at Lena as she moved again in the circle and Lena smiled back. 

Then Kara started to sing softly along with the music. Lena should’ve been expecting it. It was Kara and music but the way that she sang while looking so deeply into Lena’s eyes it felt like each word that left Kara’s mouth was being sung for Lena, directly to Lena. 

But they weren’t. It never would be because Kara was her best friend and nothing more and she knew that but the lyrics didn’t make it any easier. 

I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue I'd go crawling down the avenue No, there's nothing that I wouldn't do To make you feel my love

The lyrics weren’t about her. Kara could never love her back. She was Lena Luthor and she was Kara Danvers, Kara Zor-El, Supergirl. She was everything and Lena was nothing. She’d never love Lena. Lena would never be anything more than Kara’s best friend and she could live with that. As long as she’s near her Lena could live with anything. A life with Kara was a million times better than one without. 

The storms are raging on the rolling sea And on the highway of regret Though winds of change are throwing wild and free You ain't seen nothing like me yet

Kara carried on singing softly. The lyrics were so true. She had never seen anything like Kara. She focused more on the woman in front of her. She was looking so deeply into Lena’s eyes and Lena swore for a second she saw Kara’s eyes dart to look at her lips. She was just dreaming. Imagining what she wanted to see. 

She gripped Kara a little tighter and found Kara pulling her just an inch closer as they kept moving, their heads almost instinctively moving closer together so their faces were just inches apart. Lena’s breath hitched again in her throat as her heart sped up again, thundering in her ears but it went away as Kara’s beautiful voice broke through the thunder to bring her into a reverie. 

The words seeming more sincere than they ever were before as Kara sang them so softly and so beautifully. Hitting every note with expert precision. 

I could make you happy, make your dreams come true Nothing that I wouldn't do Go to the ends of the Earth for you To make you feel my love

It was nearing the end of the song and Kara slowed the steps, bringing Lena even closer, their faces so close Lena could feel Kara’s breath ghosting over her lips. Everything else around her forgotten as it was just them in that moment. No background music and just Kara’s voice guiding them as she sang the last line with so much sincerity it couldn’t be about Lena. 

To make you feel my love

The breath that left with each word ghosted over Lena’s lips, each word so much more exaggerated and true as she felt each of them said. They washed over her. She could barely breathe. 

“Kara,” she whispered as the song ended and the room fell so quiet yet everything was so loud. 

“Lena,” came the whispered reply. Neither of them made any move to leave. In fact, Lena found herself dropping Kara’s hand so she could pull her closer. Kara’s hand found her waist and pulling Lena closer as Lena joined her hands behind Kara’s head. 

Kara sucked in a deep breath as she pulled even closer so their bodies touched, flush against each other. Her head bent over Lena’s slightly. It felt so natural, both of them just following instinct and the flow of nature. Lena took a deep breath and her eyes darted down to look at Kara’s lips for just a second and she looked back up into Kara’s eyes and watched the realisation dawn over her best friend. 

“Lena,” her name left Kara’s mouth like she was trying to hold on to every syllable forever. 

“Kara,” Lena echoed, moving just a little closer. Her mind was in conflict. She couldn’t catch a single one of the thoughts firing so something acted outside her mind, outside the instruction of her brain. “Just kiss me,” the words left her mouth as she threw everything in the space between them. 

There was a beat and a breath and then Kara’s lips were meeting Lena’s in a kiss so tentative and chaste. Both so afraid of a loss of what they already had. A loss of something so perfect and good. 

Then a beat passed and Lena’s hands had threaded into Kara’s hair and the kiss became more insistent and desperate. Like coming up for hair after years underwater and so many feeling and emotions trying to channel in one kiss.

Five years of emotion in one kiss. It was the perfect kiss though. Kara’s lips so soft because of course she wouldn’t be anything but perfect at this too. It was everything. They were everything. 

They pulled apart to catch a breath and they found themselves pressing their foreheads together as they both took a breath and then Kara was looking into Lena’s eyes again and it felt those blue eyes looking into her soul. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” Kara whispered, still a little breathless. 

“I think I might have some idea,” Lena laughed, pressing another kiss to her lips chastely and quickly just because she could. Just because she finally could. 

#kara danvers #lena luthor #kara x lena #lena x kara #supercorp #supercorp fic #supergirl #sgcw #supergirl cw #katie mcgrath #kashy mcgra #melissa benoist #kara zor-el #wlw #lesbian #avery writes

[thevindicativevordan]

any thoughts on the Super Pets!

Very much a fan of them as a concept. Always had a fondness for Krypto in particular on account of the Krypto cartoon series from way back when (can you believe Krypto got a cartoon series before Wonder Woman?).

Krypto is just a fun concept, a dog with the powers of Superman. Loads of people have dogs and this one is Superman's. Kal has to walk him around the solar system, keep him from ripping apart visitors to the Fortress of Solitude, and let him know he's the best dog a Kryptonian could ask for. Loved the direwolf Krypto look from the New 52, maybe you could reconcile that with the more "normal" Krypto by establishing that Krypto can "Hulk out" into direwolf form when he feels threatened? Don't mind him being able to pass as a regular dog either, he mirrors his master in that regard, but were I to choose a real world breed to base Krypto off of I'd go with the breed of dog Henry Cavill has: an American Akita. Akitas are big, fluffy, and cute, but they also were bred to kill bears and are one of the hardest breeds to train (while also being one of the most loyal when they are properly trained) which fits Krypto perfectly.

Not really a fan of Krypto travelling to Earth in a rocket, too similar to how Kal and Kara travel there. Morrison's idea of Krypto making it to Earth via being in the Phantom Zone works much better, especially since he can be Clark's "guardian angel" that way. Watching over him from a far and silently trying to give Clark support and encouragement when he needs it. As Clark's powers grow he should be able to almost sense that there's some being that's been following him, and it's benevolent, but not even he can pierce the barrier separating the real world from the Phantom Zone. When he finally meets Krypto in the PZ however, he immediately identifies Krypto as the presence he's sensed, and makes sure to bring Krypto back with him to reality.

As for the rest of the Super Pets, aside from a general rule that I don't think any should be Kryptonian besides Krypto:

Streaky - Streaky would work better if she (yes make her a girl cat please) was a last member of some other alien species that just so happened to look like a Earth housecat. Kara adopts her because she can see the similarities between the two of them, and they bond for life. Streaky and Krypto hate each other but will begrudgingly co-operate if the situation calls for it. Give Streaky the ability to fly, but otherwise I'd want her to have a different powerset from the other Kryptonians and Krypto.

Comet - Christ this... thing. Kara's horse who was also her boyfriend (briefly) and also apparently dated Lois too? The hell? Dare I say he's the source of the horse girl meme? Comet is one of those freaky Silver Age concepts that make you wonder what was even the point of the Comic Code when so much wild shit was still getting through! King's apparently bringing him back for Woman of Tomorrow and I can't lie, I'm fascinated to see what he does with Comet given the history between Comet and Supergirl. Otherwise he seems pointless, what good is a superhorse when Kara just gets around via flying anyway? Gail Simone did argue that having a horse would probably make Supergirl more popular however, so what the hell he can stick around I guess.

Beppo - He's dumb but he's a fun kind of dumb. Make it so he's a product of the same experiments that create Titano and he can work fine.

Cool that there's an upcoming Super Pets movie, given the popularity of superheroes and Paw Patrol (plus the talent of those involved) I hope it's great and I hope it does well. Would be nice to see the "sillier" aspects of Superman succeed on the big screen which will hopefully push DC to be less ashamed of them in the comics.

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