#ace!kara

[queercapwriting]

First of all, CONGRATS ON THE BOOK!! WHAT!! AN!! ACCOMPLISHMENT!! Secondly, was wondering if you’d be willing to write any Ace Kara being hesitant to come out to Lena?? I’ll spare you the details, but that headcannon links closely to recent personal events CONGRATS AGAIN YOU HUMAN EMBODIMENT OF ACHIEVEMENT!!!

It terrifies her when Lena glances down at her mouth like that.

Because she wants to kiss her -- Rao, she wants to kiss her -- but she doesn’t want to do much more than that.

And she doesn’t even want to kiss her, not all the time, in the same ways that everyone else seems to want to. 

She wants to be with her, she knows that. And, she thinks, looking over Lena’s body, watching her when she walks, she wouldn’t mind even having sex with her sometimes.

But again. Not in the same ways other people seem to want to have sex all the time.

In Kara’s mind, there would be more cuddling and making out, more mutual masturbation; and there would be passion, Rao, there would, but it wouldn’t be... 

The ways everyone else talks about it just doesn’t fit.

And she knows why. She’s had long chats about it with Alex, who feels much the same way. And it can totally work: Alex is ace, and Alex is with Maggie, and Maggie loves her senseless.

So it can work, with Lena. It totally can work.

Except... except what if it can’t?

Alex promises her -- hell, even Maggie promises her -- that Maggie is a very, very sexual person, and still shares everything she needs and more with Alex, without Alex giving anything she doesn’t want to.

And they both promise it can be the same way with Lena.

But what if it can’t?

What if they’ve been doing this dance of cautionary fascination to risky ally to friend to best friend to... what is it now? Girlfriends? Lovers? 

What if they’ve been doing this dance for so long, sharing so much platonic intimacy for so long, that progressing their relationship only means one thing to Lena: adding sex -- lots of sex -- into the equation?

What if that’s how Lena defines what she wants with Kara, and what if Kara can’t give that, or -- worse? -- what if Kara gives that even when she doesn’t want to because she loves Lena too much to give up without trying...

But she knows it’s not about trying, and she knows it’s not about fixing.

She knows it’s about being. 

And she knows she wants to be with Lena.

And Lena -- according to Alex and Maggie and even J’onn, for Rao’s sake -- definitely wants to be with Kara.

So even though it terrifies her when Lena looks at her mouth like that, Kara has to admit that she’s been doing some looking of her own.

And she decides to do something about it.

So one of their quiet nights on Lena’s balcony together -- not date nights, no, just gal pals, just best friends, until one of them is brave enough to admit that they are, in fact, date nights -- Kara leans in.

She leans in and she takes off her glasses -- that’s a secret long past gone -- and she lets Lena watch her look at Lena’s lips.

“Can I kiss you?” Kara asks as Lena’s breath hitches, because Rao, does she want to. And she’s going to hope that Lena will read her body, will understand her body, her wants. And she’s going to hope that, if Lena doesn’t get it intuitively, she’ll be brave enough to pause, and to tell her, to show her.

“Please do,” Lena whispers, and Kara’s heart leaps, because Lena... Lena lets Kara lead. She kisses her soft and slow, hands slipping up to Kara’s face, to her hair.

She moves with desire, but without urgency; she moves like she wants Kara more than she’s ever wanted anything, but without going too much, too fast, too unwanted.

Kara surprises herself by slipping her tongue into Lena’s mouth, just a little bit, just for a quick moment, and the soft gasp from Lena makes Kara smile into her lips.

They pause with their foreheads resting against each other’s, National City’s lights flickering on the feather-light breeze around them.

“Lena, I want to do this more,” Kara dives. 

“So do I,” Lena smiles with her eyes closed, her voice rich and so full that it turns Kara’s heart inside out in all the best ways. She pulls back slightly so she can watch Lena’s face as her eyes flutter open slowly. 

Kara clears her throat slightly and Lena’s gaze sharpens attentively.

“But hey, um. That? Kissing you? That was... that was wow. Kissing you was wow. And I want to kiss you more. A lot more.” 

She goes to adjust her glasses before remembering she took them off. They both chuckle, and Lena catches her hand before it falls and kisses each knuckle.

Kara bites her lip as she watches, as Lena watches her watch.

“But?” Lena asks, turning Kara’s hand over to press a kiss to her palm, the inside of her wrist.

“Not but, not really. And. And I want to kiss you more. And I want to date you. I want to be with you. And, I’m ace. Asexual. I want to date you, to be with you, and I’m ace.”

Her pulse quickened as a panic attack started coming on, unbidden and sudden and completely, utterly predictable. 

Lena didn’t miss a beat before putting her hand on Kara’s chest. “Breathe into my hand, darling. Breathe out into my hand, just like that. Shhh, that’s right. Just like that, darling.”

A few long moments, a lot of long breaths. A long, long, long silence.

Eventually, Kara could speak again.

“I like you calling me darling.”

“Good,” Lena winked, and Kara gulped.

“Um. That’s it? Just... good?”

Lena tilted her head in a motion Kara swore she’d picked up from Maggie. 

“Yes. What else would it be, Kara? Darling?” Her eyes sparkled, and Kara had to check to make sure she was still on the ground, because she thought for a moment that she was accidentally flying again.

“You’re... that’s not a... a problem? Or an obstacle? Or --”

Kara spluttered to a halt as Lena shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. “No, none of those things. Kara, you are not a problem, nor an obstacle. But you are, if you want to be, very much my girlfriend.”

If she were standing up, she’d trip over herself. As it was, she just fell into Lena’s eyes.

“Yeah. Yes. I want to be. Your girlfriend. If you want to be mine.”

“Oh, Kara,” Lena stroked her cheek with the backs of her fingers, “didn’t you know, darling? I’ve always been yours.”

[miraculousagentsofkrypton]

You know what my favorite headcanon for Kara is? That she is asexual. She can be any kind if romantic you want, but I have always thought it made most sense that Kryptonians in general were mostly/all Ace.

Kal-el was the first natural born baby in generations. I don't think that bodes well for the idea that they are sexual in nature. Kryptonians are pretty uptight, and they are probably more interested in science and learning than they are anything else. Kryptonians are a different species from humans, the way their bodies work is going to be different, and they have had time to evolve since they stopped natural births. So its not that far a jump to say that they just wouldn't feel that much sexual attraction as a whole species anymore.

[sapphicscholar]

Prompt from Anonymous: Hi! Can I have a Supercorp wedding with ace Kara, please? Thank youuuu! Hope you enjoy it! Now I'm off of Tumblr for the night to avoid seeing any spoilers!! Kara toyed with her engagement ring as Alex and Maggie put the finishing touches on her hair and makeup. “Stop fidgeting! You'll mess up your hair,” Alex chastised, though the grin on her face made it clear that she wasn't particularly upset. “I'm just nervous,” Kara whined. “What if I trip? What if I mess up my vows?” “Little Danvers,” Maggie began, gesturing for Kara to sit back down on one of the stools around the vanity. “Lena adores you. I mean, that woman has watched you run into (and crash directly through, might I add) all of her walls—both physical and metaphorical. If you trip? Eh, it happens. I dropped the ring my hands were shaking so badly when I was trying to marry this one,” she laughs, poking Alex in the side...(Continued on AO3)

[wwintraining]

Ok so I'm all over supercorp but if they make Kara ace that would be ok too. As of right now Kara has consistently backed out of any relationship with the potential for sexual intimacy (Winn, James, and Mon-el) and pretty much everyone thinks she's a virgin...idk just I was totally expecting Kara to do the whole chase-after-the-guy trope when Mon-el left her apartment and she didn't and it was like plotntwist, which then got me thinking ace!Kara for an even bigger plot twist

[queercapwriting]

Cap! Any chance for some Ace!Kara fics? That last one made me cry and hit me so hard in the feels, and I know that sounds like a bad thing, but I promise it was good. It made me feel normal for a minute, and I can't say I've ever felt that way about my romantic/lack-of-romantic relationships before. Also hi, I love you, and I hope you're doing well. <3

Lena’s beaming when she gets to Maggie and Alex’s place that morning. She knows their apartment is going to be teaming with glitter and color and all the things she would never associate with hardcore DEO Agent Alex Danvers and no-nonsense NCPD Detective Maggie Sawyer unless she knew them as well as she does.

But this year, their home is the Superfam’s chosen meet-up spot for pre-Pride march festivities, and Lena has something special to show her best-friend-even-though-most-people-assume-they’re-girlfriends-and-they-don’t-care-over-much-what-people-call-it-as-long-as-they-have-each-other’s-love.

“You don’t have to wear it,” she disclaims, even as Kara tears the t-shirt out of the bag Lena brought it in.

Can’t spell BAdAss without Bi and AroAce, the shirt reads, and Kara freezes as she takes it in, as the playful commotion around her stops and her family turn to look at what Lena got her.

Maggie tugs Lena into a one-armed hug and Alex kisses the side of her mouth gratefully. Winn beams and James hesitates before Kara nods tearfully, so he holds her from behind and kisses her cheek.

“Lena,” she whispers. “Lena, it’s...”

“You don’t have to wear it,” Lena repeats, a tremble in her voice that matches the wobbling of Kara’s lower lip.

“Are you kidding?” At the fear of rejection, of getting it wrong, of being unsupportive in Lena’s voice -- when all Kara feels is acceptance, getting it right, being supportive -- Kara steadies herself and steps forward to take Lena by the hands.

“Lena, this is... if I could wear it everyday under my Supergirl suit, I would. Heck, I could wear it over my Supergirl suit. It’s... thank you. Thank you. Lena...”

When the words fail her, she wraps Lena in her arms and lifts her off her feet. 

Lena hugs her back, and when Kara safely deposits her back on the ground, Kara strips out of Maggie’s old rainbow flag shirt -- “No offense, Maggie,” she smirks -- and tosses it over Winn’s face -- “Sorry, Winn!” she grins with immense satisfaction -- and tugs the new tee on.

She turns first to Alex, preening, and it’s Alex, this time, who sweeps Kara off her feet into a spin-round hug.

“Shall we?” Kara asks, still beaming in her new favorite shirt, gesturing toward the door and out toward Pride.

“Yes, we shall,” Lena grasps Kara’s offered hand, and they set out for Pride together with their family.

[queercapwriting]

I’m asexual? I’m questioning. Which is why I ask: could you make SuperReignCorp just cuddling? Or having a nice chill day. Oh! Or maybe Kara (Supergirl) had a tough day so Sam and Lena take are of her and each other. Haha sorry I guess I’m a little excited :/ :)

Sam frowns the moment she steps through the door to the house the three of them have bought together.

Their new family.

Usually, crossing the threshold relaxes her shoulders and slips a smile onto her face, even after the hardest days at work. Or on the field, as it were.

But today was Kara’s day to pick Ruby up from school, and usually, on these days, the house is bustling with movement and laughter by the time she gets home.

Instead, now, there’s quiet. 

So Sam frowns and sends a text off to one of her girlfriends while kicking off her heels, putting down her bag, and setting into the house in search of her other girlfriend.

“Kar?” she calls, and it’s Ruby she finds first, sitting on the couch with her homework spread out all around her.

“Kara didn’t have a great day today, I think,” she whispers conspiratorially as she hugs Sam hello.

Sam nods as she kisses Ruby’s forehead. “The bedroom?” she asks, and Ruby grins.

“You know both my other moms so well.”

Sam chuckles as she rolls her eyes slightly at her daughter. 

“Did you eat?” she asks over her shoulder, and it’s Ruby’s turn to chuckle.

“She might have had a bad day, but it’s still Kara, Mom. Of course we ate.”

Sam laughs in earnest this time, exchanging a knowing smile with Ruby as she heads upstairs to the room she shares with the women she loves.

“Kara?” she asks at the door, pausing to knock, feeling warmth start to slip into her veins, knowing as she does that Kara is x-raying through the door to look at her before responding. 

She doesn’t need her own superhearing to hear her girlfriend’s grunt in reply, so she cracks the door open and leans in the doorway, nothing but love in her eyes as she takes in the image of Supergirl, still in her cape, hugging their blankets around her body as she stares listlessly at some old musical or other on their TV screen.

“Ey Sam,” she murmurs, sitting up a bit and tossing a smile onto her face. But Sam knows her too well – knows how similar to Lena she is – and she knows when she’s faking it.

“You don’t have to act like you didn’t have a shit day, Kar,” Sam approaches and sits next to Kara on their bed, smoothing her hair out of her face and bending to kiss her cheek.

Kara shifts her face, though, so that Sam’s lips catch her own.

Sam pauses before she feels Kara smiling into her mouth.

“I did it on purpose,” Kara giggles softly, almost sadly. “I want to be close to you.”

Sam smiles too, at that, and kisses her back, soft and slow and protective and warm. 

“Can I help you out of your gear?” she asks, but the question lacks the heavy layers of sexual suggestion it tends to have when she asks similar questions of Lena. Kara smiles at the subtle difference in her tone; the tone that’s just for her.

“Yeah,” she sighs, and Sam helps her undress, helps her strip off the outer layers of Supergirl and wrap herself in the inner layers of Kara Zor-El Danvers.

When Kara is wrapped in one of Alex’s old Stanford sweaters and a pair of Lena’s penguin pajama pants, Sam shrugs out of her work clothes and shifts under the covers with her, pulling Kara close to her body.

“Tough day?” she asks after a long moment of silence, of quietly watching the old film Kara’s flipped on.

“Mmm,” Kara hums in agreement, and Sam kisses her shoulder.

“You could have called me, you know,” she chastises gently, but Kara shakes her head into the pillow.

“Alex and I had it handled. Just… it’s hard being bulletproof when everyone else isn’t.”

Sam stiffens, and Kara immediately grabs one of her hands and brings it to her lips to comfort her. “Don’t worry,” she corrects. “No one died. One of Alex’s people needed surgery, but he’s fine. He’s fine.” A beat. “He’s fine.”

“He is, Kara,” another voice joins theirs from just inside the bedroom, and both Sam and Kara tilt their heads to find Lena, in full work gear – not even her heels off – standing in the doorway.

“How do you – “ Kara starts to sit up, but Sam kisses the back of her neck and keeps her laying down. Keeps her calm.

“Sam texted me when she got home,” Lena explains softly, her eyes never leaving Kara’s face as she takes off her heels and tosses her blazer onto the desk chair. “And your sister called me while I was on my way home. She says Lama’s going to be just fine. And she told me to remind you that none of it was your fault.”

Kara sighs and shifts in Sam’s arms.

“And,” Lena goes on as she leans over Kara to kiss Sam’s mouth with slightly parted lips, “Alex told me to tell you to answer your damn texts, even though, and I quote, they may not be as scintillating as the ones you get from your girlfriends.” 

She delivers this last message with a smile and a kiss to Kara’s lips as she gestures for her girlfriends to move over so she can hold Kara, too.

They shift almost as one body, and Kara keeps one hand over the arm Sam has wrapped around her stomach, reaching out with the other to make a pillow for Lena’s head. Lena smiles and sighs as she sinks into their bed, into their embraces.

“Welcome home,” Sam smiles, knowing the feeling of an entire day at the office suddenly fading away in the arms of the women she loves.

“You know you’re amazing, darling,” Lena kisses Kara’s face as she slides one hand over Kara’s stomach to link fingers with Sam, while her other strokes Kara’s hair gently.

“So you two keep insisting,” Kara grins softly while Lena and Sam chuckle.

“Well there you have it,” Sam smirks. “Since Lee and I are clearly always right, amazing is exactly what you must be.”

Lena rolls her eyes. “And you call Kara and I nerds.”

Sam scoffs. “Oh, I’m sorry, I’m not the one who plays with space toys all day and calls it a job.”

All three of them are breaking out into a giggle fit, now, but Lena tries to hold it in so she can snark back.

She fails utterly.

“I love you both so much,” Kara sinks deeper into Lena and Sam’s arms as their laughter fades into the slow, even breathing of women who are perfectly, utterly comfortable and safe and loved in each others’ arms.

[queercapwriting]

Hey Cap. I'm having a day (not bad, not good but a day) and am really done with people asking my old lady single mom ace self when I'm going to find another relationship. I'm not going to since I have the ideal platonic house sharing situation that works for me and my kids. So no more relationships. And I'm not sad or lonely or whatever. Could I get some ace!Kara dealing with other people's expectations?

She has Alex and she has J’onn, and now, she has Maggie.

She has Winn – though not in the way he initially wanted – and she has James, though not in the way either of them expected.

She has Lucy and Vasquez and Adrian and now? Now, she has Lena.

She has Game Nights and Sisters’ Nights, and none of it is lacking passion. None of it is lacking intimacy. None of it is lacking excitement.

In fact, sometimes she has more passion, more intimacy, more excitement, than she knows how to handle.

But she hears Eliza – sometimes she wishes she didn’t have superhearing – grating on Alex over the phone about why Kara hasn’t found anyone yet.

She’s not often one to interrupt Alex’s fights with Eliza, but today she swipes the phone out of Alex’s hands and tells Eliza that she loves her, she does, and she appreciates that she’s worried about her, she does, but that there is absolutely nothing to be worried about and quite frankly she doesn’t understand why a lack of dating means a lack of fulfillment and how any of this is Alex’s fault anyway.

Maggie doesn’t say a word, but she gets both of her Danvers girls extra ice cream that night. 

A lot of extra ice cream.

And sometimes, she hears teasing at the bar.

About her and James. Her and Lena. Her and Lucy.

And sometimes, it doesn’t bother her. Because she loves them, she does, and god, she could fall in love with any of them, she supposes, but it’s just… it’s not where her mind goes, where her heart goes. It’s just not… what she wants.

So sometimes, it doesn’t bother her – sometimes, she’s flattered that people (Brian. Always Brian) mistake their closeness for something else – but sometimes? Sometimes, it really does.

Because her relationships with them are not less because they’re not more. 

She is more than friends with most of the people she chooses to have in her life.

Because she’s Supergirl, for crying out loud. Regular friends? Friends that she can just casually gossip with like the weight of the world isn’t constantly weighing on her, like she doesn’t need someone to share it with, to hold for her, once in a while?

The idea of having casual friends died with her planet, her people.

Now, she only has the bandwidth for… well… for SuperFriends.

And they’re more than her friends. They’re her family.

Sometimes she hooks up a car alongside James’s heavy bag, and she digs into it with him, slamming the car off its hook with her rage because she doesn’t understand why romantic relationships are automatically cast as more.

What she has with the SuperFriends is more.

It’s just also not romantic, not sexual. 

So when people assume she’s sad, or she’s lonely?

Her response becomes that she’s not; she’s only angry that people ask that question, make that assumption, click their tongues and shake their heads and tell her that one day.

She doesn’t want one day.

Because she has this day. This day with her family.

Her family that’s far from perfect; her family that is more often than not broken in more fractures than one; her family that has Game Nights and Sisters’ Nights and literally catches her when she falls.

Her family that’s far from perfect, and yet, somehow, absolutely perfect.

Her family that’s all she ever wants and all she ever needs.

[queercapwriting]

can we get an ace!magggie and alex dealing with that? my girlfriend is ace and i'm handling it the best i can but sometimes it's hard when in my mind she's the experienced gay you know?

She assumes a lot of things.

She assumes that Maggie can handle her coming out after watching men die on her watch, under her protection, out of seemingly nowhere.

She assumes that Maggie doesn’t like her. Like that.

And – after that kiss, god, that kiss, that kiss where she froze because Maggie Sawyer was kissing her, Maggie Sawyer was kissing her, a girl was kissing her and good god was it always supposed to feel like this? – she assumes that Maggie has done All The Lesbian Things.

In life and in bed.

And when she realizes that Maggie doesn’t want to go any further in bed than they already have, she assumes it’s her fault. She assumes she’s doing something wrong.

She assumes she’s only worth it until she takes her clothes off. Which is a switch from what she’s used to, but still. It stings.

She assumes Maggie will leave, because she assumes she’s not enough.

“Alex, that’s not…” Maggie sighs when Alex starts to derail, when Alex starts to cry.

“Danvers, listen, we should have had this conversation sooner, and I’m sorry we didn’t. It’s… it’s not you. I promise it’s not you. Did you um… did you come across the term asexual? In your queer study party last Sisters’ Night with Kara?” 

She can’t help but grin when she asks it, despite her trembling. Alex nods, the beginning of comprehension starting to form behind her eyes. But comprehension rapidly turns to panic.

“Did I make you feel like you had to do the…” She splutters and blushes and gestures to the hickeys Maggie had painted across her chest. “… did I make you feel pressured, with the… and the… Maggie, I’m sorry, I – “

“No, no, hey, Danvers, it’s okay, you’re okay. The things we’ve done, I’ve done because I wanted to.” Her eyes graze down Alex’s still naked chest, and she can’t help but lick her lips. “Trust me. I just… for me, it’s not… we could… we could masturbate together. If you want, I can… I can help you, if I don’t feel like it. And I don’t mind if you think… about me. When you touch yourself. The idea’s kinda sexy, actually, truth be told.”

“But you don’t want to have sex. With me.”

“With anyone. And not really? Sometimes I’ll be in the mood, for certain things, like right now, I… are you disappointed?” 

Her question comes out nearly a whimper, her eyes brimming with fear and pain and preemptive rejection and inadequacy.

Alex is quick to answer and Alex is quick to pull Maggie close to her, quick to press soft kisses to her face and tell her she wants to be with her, she wants to be with her, she wants to be with her.

And yes, god, she does.

But she also needs to talk to Kara. Badly.

“Kara. I asked Maggie if I can share something with you. About her. And I didn’t tell her about you, because I didn’t know if you’d be okay with it, but – “

“Alex, she already knows I’m Supergirl, what – “

“No, about the other thing. The… the ace thing.”

Kara’s eyes fly wide and she sucks in a deep breath and she nods slowly.

“Maggie’s ace, too?” 

She controls her voice carefully, contains her excitement carefully, contains the way she wants to flap her hands ecstatically because yes, finally, someone to talk to, someone who will understand.

Because right now is about Alex. And Alex has a ton of questions in her eyes as she nods and starts to pace.

“I just… I don’t know, I… I like her. A lot. I think… I think I love her, or I will love her, I don’t know, I just… I just assumed – and I guess I shouldn’t have – that she was all experienced. That she would have all the answers, show me… teach me… all the things. About… things.”

She stops pacing and she wrings her hands and she stares at her sister for answers.

Kara sighs and flops onto the couch, pulling her pillow into her lap and and patting the couch next to her.

“Come sit with me.”

So Alex sits. And Kara talks.

“Being ace feels different for everyone, Alex, and you’ll have to ask her more about what it feels like for her. But I can tell you this: you said she’s been in relationships before, right? And she’s been out since she was a kid? She has experiences to offer you, Alex. She has new things to show you. Teach you. Some might be sexual and some might not be. But honestly, Alex? She probably is more intimately familiar with different ways of being intimate – “ 

She pauses and chuckles at her own repetition. “– than someone who’s had lots of sex. And that kind of intimacy is irreplaceable. And, more? She likes you, Alex. She really, really likes you. She’s probably going to love you, if she doesn’t already. And that’s something only Maggie Sawyer can give you. Maggie Sawyer-style love. And isn’t that what you wanted to begin with?”

Alex doesn’t say anything. She just tugs her sister into her arms and kisses her hair and thanks her, thanks her, thanks her, for being exactly who she is.

And, hours later, when they’re done talking and crying and laughing and throwing pillows at faces, she texts Maggie to set up their next date.