Kara Zor-El x g!p Kryptonian reader (Part 2)
How long has it been? Months surely! And considering that it’s been so long since I wrote the first part, I owe you all probably pages and pages in return for your kindness and love. But unfortunately, I don’t have that. I just have what I just wrote today and it only results in this really short amount. Yet, I really hope you enjoy it, because I’m never sure of what I do and how it ends up.
Quick reminder that English isn’t my first language, I’m not a writer, I don’t own the characters, I do this to share my creativity with others that have aligning interests with mine in hopes that it participates in quelling your hunger for stories, also I do not post regularly nor in a recurrent timeframe…
You gasped awake like you had been suffocating. Everything was vague, memory as well as sight.
What had happened? Where were you? How did you get here? And why the hell Phantom was it still hard to breathe?
You groaned and another question was added to the bunch : Why did it ache so much?
You gripped your head in one hand and used the other to swat away the accumulation of liquid in your eyes.
No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t get your thoughts and flashing memories in order. Just as much as your body was uncooperative to what you wanted it to do. You struggled to get your breathing under control and body to stop shaking.
You groaned again as a wave of pain struck your chest which had you reflexively grip at it. And that was when you realized you had something sticking to yourself.
Panic settled quickly into you at the unfamiliar strings that were attached to your chest and torso so you ripped them off without second thoughts, almost falling over as your body still felt benumbed despite the successful motion.
That was when your hearing cleared up, allowing you to drastically hear the high pitched and continuous sound that came from whatever thing was attached to you. Annoyed, your fist swung over, smashing into it.
Though it didn’t offer too much comfort for your ears.
And though so very painfully so, you had regained your hearing, but your other senses were still dull. Leaving your sight blurry.
You looked up in surprise when you felt something touch your shoulder, only to see a blurry silhouette. Confused and scared, you reached for it and slammed it against the ground. You heard a grunt and the sound of something breaking. And then, as an alarm that you were sure would render you deaf sounded, you searched for an escape despite your low visibility.
With blurry sight, you manoeuvred frantically away from the shouting and sound of footsteps. Sometimes colliding into walls that broke under your weight. Fumbling around due to your lack of coordination. But as you bulldozed your way through, it became easier to move forward. And at the first sign of an exit, you took the jump, not hearing any shouts or footsteps coming from there.
And just like that, you braced for gravity to pull you down a few floors, but the sinking feeling of falling never came. And when you opened your eyes, you found yourself floating.
You didn’t have time to grasp your head around what was happening as you heard shouts and you knew you didn’t have time to stand—, or rather float— around.
As your head pondered with a bunch of questions and whereas your mind tried navigating through them, the realization that someone was talking to you ended up startling you more than it should’ve.
Yet, it couldn’t be helped. You were deeply disoriented.
And with your vision being once more obscured by the sweat dripping into your eyes, it only fed into your confusion.
“[Where am I?]” You breathed out to the shadowy figure. You blinked a few times to try to clear your eyes and you noticed the individual was much smaller than you.
It looked at you with curious eyes and made a noise you had never heard. So, you thought, a language barrier, how unlucky…
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