Supergirl, Lena Luthor x Reader!Wife, Kara Danvers x Reader
Notes: this was probably written before but idk, I thought about Thanosâ snap the other day and what would it be like in the DC universe, and this came out.
âLena, honey, do you want me to make you a sandwich too?â You yell from the kitchen when you hear your wife leaving her home office.
âYes darling, please.â Lenaâs voice comes from the hallway, and you start on it right away.
âWith kale instead of lettuce?â You ask one more time. The answer doesnât come for a few seconds, so you repeat it. âHoney? Kale or lettuce?â
You sharpen your ears so you can try and hear her response, but instead you hear water running from the bathroom sink. Odd. You clean your mayo-dirty hands and go to the bathroom to meet her.
âLena, did you hear me?â You see the water running but you canât see her around. You furrow your brows, closing the tap, before going to your bedroom. âHoney, you left the water running.â
The lack of response is weird and very unlike her, so your heart beats a bit faster in anticipation. You open her office door, no sign of her. The guest bedroom, nothing. You run to the living room wondering if you somehow missed her, but she is obviously not there. Your heart picks up the pace, desperate and alarmed. Lena is not the type of person who would prank you, which makes you panic harder. You yell her name so many times, you donât think itâs possible she isnât listening to you.
âLena, what the hell?â You go back to the bathroom, looking at the floor. There is nothing but ashes scattered around and what the fuck happened?
You run out of your house, pressing the elevator button. You anxiously wait for an explanation on how Lena got out of the penthouse without you seeing, but the doorman should know where she went.
âHello? Mr. Ralph?â You look for him at his desk, he is nowhere to be found. That freaks you out even more. He's always here. Where could he have gone?
You hear a loud crash in front of the building and you run outside to see all hell is breaking loose. Cars crashing into each other, on light posts or fire hydrants. There are people coming out of their cars, yelling and crying, and sometimes even bleeding.
You feel your phone buzzing in your pocket and you remember what you came here for, to find Lena. Among all the chaos youâre seeing, you forgot. But now, as you reach for your phone in the back pocket, you hope itâs her with an explanation on how she disappeared and if she knows what the hell is going on with the world.
But itâs not her name that shows up on your screen.
âOh, thank Rao youâre ok.â
âStay where you are, Iâm going to pick you up now.â
âDid-did you come to pick up Lena just now?â
âLenaâs not-I-Iâm on my way.â
She hangs up the phone before you have the chance to argue. Why is she coming to pick you up, and why didnât she finish the sentence? And where the hell is your wife?
Supergirl shows up a few seconds later, but there are so many car accidents in front of you, that it takes her a while to finally pick you up and take you to the Tower.
Youâve known Kara is Supergirl for a while now. Being Lena's best friend, she was in your life ever since day one. And Kara, being Kara, started to be a part of your life shortly after. So much so she is also one of your closest friends now. She told you about her secret identity the second you and Lena got married.
âWhat is happening out there? Whatâs with the pandemonium? And more importantly, where is Lena?â You fire up at her the second she lands inside the facility.
âI donât know.â You open your mouth to change the questions, but she holds your gaze and your hand, looking desperately lost, and repeats. âY/N, I donât know.â
âI made some calculations,â Brainy comes closer, his face usually doesnât hold much sentiment, but this time you can tell he is totally distressed. âand it appears that half of life on the planet has just⌠disappeared.â
âExcuse me?â Your eyes widen, and Kara agrees with her head.
âAll the accidents⌠Someone was driving and then just, puff, werenât there anymore.â Kara starts pacing around, hands on the hips, a crinkle of worrisome in between her eyebrows. âAll thereâs left from everyone is a⌠I donât know, some sort of dust.â
You fall on your butt, unable to hold yourself up. Kara runs to you, checking if youâre ok. She asks questions after questions, but her voice is muffled by this loud sharp, high-pitched sound, and the sound of your own heart beating.
No. No. No! Lena canât be gone. She canât just be, puff, not here on Earth anymore. Her entire existence cannot be erased just like that, turned into dust like that.
Your heart squeezes on your chest when you look around at the Tower and you see yourself, Kara, and Brainy all alone. This canât be it.
âWhereâs Alex?â You manage.
âAlex is⌠She was⌠She is notâŚâ Kara tries, but she canât get her words out. And that was enough of an answer anyway.
âNia? Jâonn?â You beg.
âAssessing the situation out there.â Your heart feels a little relief, but not enough.
âMâgann isnât with us anymore.â Brainy says, more eloquent and somehow still not enough. âIâve been trying to call Kelly, but havenât succeeded yet.â
And he doesnât. Because Kelly is, puff, not here anymore. Along with the love of your life and your other friends.
They donât know, they donât have the answer. So Kara sits next to you on the floor, and Brainy looks down at the both of you trying to restore a little bit of hope into the situation.
âWe wait until they come back.â
Lena doesnât come home in the next day, or week, or month. And so you pace around the house, finding it to be empty and yet so full of memories. So full of her.
âDarling, stop looking at me like that.â
Lenaâs finger reaches your forehead and she raises your head. âYou know damn well what youâre doing, Mrs. Luthor.â She smiles at your new name. âI have to finish this.â
âBut honey,â you argue, holding her hand close to your face, then you kiss her palm softly. âasking me to stop looking at you itâs nearly impossible. Youâre so beautiful. Thereâs nothing in this room that could compete with the sight of you.â
âYes, and I also love you, Mrs. Luthor.â
She ditches her laptop immediately after that. âI love you, Mrs. Luthor.â
The bed smells like her. Some days that is exactly what you need. Her scent, her pillow, her side of the bed. You long for the memories and the heartbreak of not having her anymore. You fancy the touch of her favorite sweater, and the aroma of her shampoo. You yearn to use her favorite lipstick just so you can feel your lips are touching hers somehow. You need pictures, videos, and songs you used to listen to together. You ought to look at her handwriting and touch things you know she has touched before. You crave the small amount of her there is left in the house, and the memories you wish you had more of.
But then some days just the thought of her hurts you so deeply, you want to curl yourself in a ball of sadness as far as possible from her and the thought of her. Sometimes you go to the guest room, other times you need to be farther away. In Karaâs apartment, Niaâs, you even have gone as far as getting yourself a hotel room. Just any place you couldnât see her.
But running doesnât work. The thought of her will follow you everywhere. The memories and her eyes, the touches and her voice. Everywhere you go, no matter where you try to hide, Lena is there.
âLena? You home?â You ask, knowing she probably is because her high heels are by the door, and her purse on the hanger next to it.
âIn the bathroom, darling.â
You hum in agreement, though she canât hear, and make your way to the fridge for something to eat.
âCome here!â She yells from there and you close the refrigerator door, following the sound of her voice promptly.
âHmm, rough day?â You ask at the sight of her in the bathtub full of bubbles, looking at you with a sweet smile.
âNo,â she calls you with her finger, and you come closer to kiss her lips. âGreat day actually, and I came all the way over here thinking about a way to make it better.â
âFun.â You give her a chaste kiss and try to get up but she wonât let you. She holds your neck, deepening the kiss.
âAnd you know what can make it better?â She raises her eyebrows at you. âYou.â
You smile, knowing exactly whatâs on her mind. She starts unbuttoning your shirt. âCare to join me?â
Most days you have hope. You hope she comes back out of thin air, exactly as she disappeared. You imagine sheâll run after you, touch your face with her hands and mouth, and stare into your soul with those gorgeous eyes of hers.
But there are a few days that you canât lie to yourself. Lena is gone. She is, puf, gone. As simple and as complicated as that. Turned into dust. And thereâs nothing in the world that tells you she might come back. Because thereâs no reason why she was gone in the first place. No evil scheme in plain sight, no villain to claim their wicked deeds, no logic in this situation.
With six months, right around when everyone on Earth decides itâs time to reorganize their lives, all of Lenaâs assets are transferred to your name. The lawyer said he had never seen someone look so miserable after getting rich.
âWe should get married in a regime of separation.â You suggest and Lena snaps her head up from the place on your lap, looking shocked. âI mean, Iâm rich. I donât want to share my money.â
Lena laughs, knowing itâs a joke. Youâre not poor, but by comparison you cannot call yourself rich while next to her.
âIs there something specific you donât want me to have?â She narrows her eyes at you.
âMy rain boots. You hate them way too much. I know youâre going to steal them as soon as you can. In fact, Iâm still suspicious that you asking me to marry you is just so you can destroy them.â
She laughs again. âWe donât need to be married for that. Besides, I have it all planned. Iâll set it on fire and pretend it was accidental.â
You suck on air, dramatically. âMy poor red rain boots! Youâre a monster!â
Lena sets back on your lap, you run your finger through her hair. âBut, Iâm serious. Youâre rich as fuck. I think you should-â
Your mouth is shut by a kiss. A âshut your stupid mouthâ kind of kiss. And she does it until youâre breathless and canât talk anymore.
âWhatâs mine, is yours. Money, house, heart.â Lena strokes your cheek, lovingly. âEverything I owe, and everything I am. Everything is yours forever.â
Kara is pretty lonely. Not that you arenât as well, having lost your wife and best friend all at once.
But sometimes you find yourself thinking itâs fair that you are alone. That you deserve it like that because you got to live when half of the universe has disappeared. Doesnât seem fair nor logical. Youâre not special. Youâre not a superhero, or the smartest person around. Why were you spared and the most amazing person youâve ever met, werenât?
Kara doesnât agree. She keeps trying to make sense of it all. Trying to convince you that you, too, are special. That you deserve to be here.
She lost her sister and best friend, so soon, she turns you into her rock. And itâs hard not doing the same. Itâs hard not accepting a small portion of comfort from someone else, because the days are long and the nights are even longer now.
âHey!â Kara knocks on the balcony door, waving her hand when you spot her on the other side. âI bought Alexâs favorite food, and I thought we could watch Lenaâs favorite movie today.â
She does that a lot. So you two wonât forget them. Like you could ever. Like you donât dream of Lenaâs eyes everyday, like you donât keep hearing her audio messages to you so you donât forget her husky tone or the way she says your name, like you canât still hear her heart beating inside of this house.
âSure, letâs wallow in our misery.â You sit on the couch, she comes closer with her confused puppy face that you find adorable.
âItâs not wallowing.â But it is. And she knows it just as well as you do. So instead of arguing further, she dumps the bags of food on the coffee table, and sinks on the couch next to you. âItâs been a whole year.â She admits, or counts, and you agree with a nod. âA whole year without my sister, and my best friend, and your wife.â
âKara,â she looks at you when you call her. âwhat if they are not coming back?â
She throws her head back on the cushion, looking at the ceiling. Her mouth is opened like she is about to say something, but nothing comes out of it.
âThen I guess,â She turns her face at you, looking at you doe-eyed. And you can see her eyes are full of tears and fears. âI guess we move on.â
Kara gives you a sad smile, and holds your hand. âTogether.â
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