Kinktober Day Eleven: Stripping (Lena Luthor x Reader)
Summary: Stripping
Words: 1762
Warnings: Y'all, this is for kinktober. Use your discretion. Fingering (Lena and Reader both), mild hurt/comfort.
A/N: I am now caught up.
-X-
The penthouse door clicked shut behind you, the sound sharp in the quiet of Lena Luthor’s penthouse. She stood near the plush gray sofa, gesturing for you to take a seat as you slipped closer.
“Sit, darling. We need to talk.”
She’d called you here tonight, her voice on the phone clipped and urgent, insisting you come over after another long night of hero work with Supergirl. You’d expected a lecture, maybe a fight about priorities, but the atmosphere felt different. This didn’t feel like a “you’re going to have to grovel” conversation.
“Darling,” she murmured, turning to face you, gaze locking on yours in way that made your stomach flip. “You’ve been out there saving the world again. Night after night.” Her lips curved into a half-smile, teasing but sharp, like she was testing you. “I’m starting to wonder if you’ve forgotten what it’s like to just… slow down and be here. With me.”
You bristled slightly at the implication but—
Her fingers brushed the top button of her blouse, lingering there as if weighing a decision. “I don’t blame you,” she continued, her tone softening, a trace of vulnerability slipping through. “I know you don’t mean to leave me waiting. But I’m done being patient.“
—suddenly you didn’t care about your pride anymore.
Your fingers dug into the couch cushion, staring at her with wide eyes. “Lee…”
Without breaking eye contact, Lena’s fingers undid the first button, the silk parting to reveal a sliver of skin. The movement was slow, deliberate, her breath hitching slightly as the fabric slipped open. “So tonight,” she said, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, “I’m making sure I have your full attention.” Another button gave way, the blouse loosening, hinting at black lace beneath.
“I-I haven’t forgotten you,” you whispered, sounding a little devastated that she thought you had.
Lena’s gaze softened at your words, but the spark of determination in her eyes didn’t waver.
“You say that, and I believe you mean it.” She stepped closer, the heels of her shoes clicking softly against the hardwood, closing the distance until she was standing just out of reach. The blouse hung open, revealing the delicate black lace of her new bra, the contrast stark against her skin. “But meaning it isn’t enough. I need to feel it.”
Her fingers moved again, deftly unfastening the last button, and the blouse slid from her shoulders. She stood there, unapologetic, her body framed by the city lights, the lace clinging to her curves in a way that was both artful and raw. Her breath came faster as your eyes greedily took her in.
“I’ve been alone in this penthouse too many nights,” she said, her voice rawer than you’d ever heard, “thinking about you out there with Supergirl, risking everything. And I’m here, waiting, wanting…” She trailed off, her eyes searching yours, hoping you’d see how much your absence had sank into her.
“I… I wanted to be here,” you admitted softly, shoulders slumping but your eyes never leaving her.
Lena’s hands moved to the waistband of her skirt, her fingers teasing the zipper deliberately. The sound of it inching down was a quiet, teasing promise.
“Then show me,” she said, her tone a mixture of a challenge and a plea, her gaze locked on you as the skirt began to slide over her hips. “Show me I’m still the one you can’t look away from.
“Fuck, Lena,” you groaned, watching the skirt pool at her feet, your jaw clenched so tight it almost ached as you tried to keep yourself from, lunging forward to touch.
She looked… delicious. And you were fairly certain the lingerie set was new.
Her hand trailed down her own side, fingers brushing the edge of her panties, pausing there as she watched your reaction, her lips parting slightly. In the time you’d been dating, she’d never seen you look so hungry.
As her fingers grazed the lace edge of those goddamn panties, you surged up from the couch just enough to snag her wrist before dragging her onto your lap, hands falling to her hips.
“God, you’re stunning,” you groaned, burying your mouth in her cleavage.
Her hands found your shoulders, fingers digging in just enough to anchor herself, her nails grazing through the fabric of your shirt.
“I’m glad you approve,” she murmured, her voice a low, sultry rasp that left your head spinning. “Because I’m not done making sure you can’t look away.”
She arched slightly, the movement slow and deliberate, letting the lace of her bra slip further, one cup teasingly close to falling away entirely as your lips trailed over the pale swells. Her hips shifted, a subtle grind against your lap, testing your restraint as her fingers trailed down your chest, deliberate and teasing.
One of her hands slid lower, brushing the waistband of your pants as her other hand tangled in your hair, keeping your face between her breasts. Mimicking her, your hand played with the lace of her panties, teeth grazing the top of her breast. Lena’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment, a low moan escaping her as your fingers brushed the sensitive skin.
“Darling…” she breathed, pressing closer as her thighs tightened around your hips. Her hand, still lingering at the waistband of your pants, grew bolder, fingers slipping just beneath the fabric, teasing you with a slow, deliberate scratch of her nails.
The same nails you were often obsessed with, especially when they dug into your back.
“Fuck, I love you,” you whispered against her skin, fingers dipping under the material to glide slowly through her slick folds. The tip of your digit teasing her already swollen clit. “I could never forget you, baby… you’re it for me…”
Your teeth gripped the edge of her bra, tugging it away from her breasts and letting it fall uselessly onto your lap.
“I promise you, I will start being around more. I’ll work out a system with Kara so we can both have days off,” you swore before latching onto her nipple, working the pebbled flesh gently between your lips.
“Oh,” she gasped, the sound cracking with desire but tinged with a relief that made your heart ache. “You… you better mean that.”
She rocked her hips against your hand, her juices coating your fingers as she leaned in, her lips grazing your ear, breath hot and ragged. Her hand slid fully under your pants, fingertips barely—just fucking barely—touching the wetness of your cunt as she lingered there. “National City may need heroes but,” she whispered against your skin, “I need you.”
Lena’s moan broke free, raw and unrestrained against the shell of your ear as two fingers plunged into her suddenly, the damp heat of her clenching around you with a desperate, pulsing need. Her body arched, hips rocking down to meet your thrusts, each movement greedy, chasing the rhythm of your hand. You needed her to know—to feel—how much you needed her. Loved her.
You bucked into her touch, trying to silently urge her on; beg without having to take your mouth away from her breast. It didn’t go unnoticed.
Honestly, she loved when you would get needy in your own right. Gave her a thrill nothing else ever could.
Her hand, still teasing at the edge of your core, finally gave in, fingers slipping beneath the fabric of your underwear to find your dripping core. She didn’t hesitate, stroking through your folds with a slow, torturous precision that made your breath catch because you knew she was doing it on purpose.
“God, darling,” she rasped, her voice a low, filthy rasp that immediately made you clench around nothing, “you’re so fucking wet for me.”
She leaned in, her lips brushing your temple, her breath hot and uneven as she fought to keep some semblance of control because, truthfully, she wanted nothing more than to fuck herself on your fingers until she saw stars. “You’re mine,” she whispered, her fingers pressing harder, slipping just inside you before retreating, teasing but never quite giving you the satisfaction you were craving. Her cunt clenched around your fingers, gripping in a way that told you how close she was, how much she craved this. “Don’t stop,” she demanded, words cracking with raw urgency, her hips grinding down to take you deeper.
The hand in your hair clutched tighter, tugging hard as she pressed her neglected breast against your mouth, urging you to devour her. The crotch of her panties were soaked, clinging to her as she rode your fingers, her body trembling.
You whined around her nipple, fingers working between her thighs desperately, and Lena’s teasing fingers turned ruthless, plunging deep into your soaking core with a fierce, deliberate curl that hit just right. For a moment, you were fairly certain your vision had gone white as all the blood rushed into your ears but your fingers never faltered.
It felt like hours—but honestly, it might've just been minutes as you sat there, pressed together, fingers thrusting in tandem
“Come for me,” she demanded, her voice low and filthy, dripping with a possessiveness that made your skin burn. “I want to feel you fall apart. Right here, right now.” Her free hand yanked your hair, tilting your head back to meet her gaze, her eyes bright and wild, daring you to let go as her own climax loomed, her cunt tightening around your fingers with every shuddering breath.
Lena’s eyes widened, triumphant moan tearing from her throat as your lips parted in a silent scream, your body shuddering beneath her as you came undone around her fingers. The heat of your core pulsed, clenching tight around her relentless fingers, and the sight of your ecstasy pushed her over the edge with you. Her cunt spasmed, soaking your hand as her own climax ripped through her, her hips jerking wildly against you.
She leaned in, her forehead pressing against yours, her breath hot and ragged as she rode out her release, her clit grinding against your palm with a desperate need. “God, you’re perfect,” she rasped, her lips brushing yours in a fleeting, soft kiss. Her fingers slowed but didn’t withdraw, stroking you through the last waves of your orgasm as she savored the way you’d come apart together.
She pulled back just enough to meet your gaze. “You’re mine,” she whispered, smiling gently. “Don’t you dare forget it again. National City can have your… talents but I—” she crooked her fingers and you gasped. “—have you.”
The steady hum of Metropolis nightlife buzzed outside the club as you tightened the strap of your guitar. It was a Friday night gig, your band’s biggest show yet, and the venue was packed. You scanned the crowd from backstage, your heart skipping a beat when you spotted her. Lena. She was perched elegantly on a high-top chair near the bar, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, dressed in her signature black. She caught your eye and offered a small, knowing smile, her green eyes sparkling, causing your pulse to quicken.
Lena wasn’t just your girlfriend; she was your muse. Since the day you’d met, a chance encounter at an art gala where your band played a small set, she had completely turned your world upside down. She believed in you, even when you doubted yourself. Tonight, she was here, a quiet anchor in a sea of chaos.
The lights dimmed, and the murmurs of the crowd hushed as the spotlight found its place on the stage. You stepped up to the microphone, the heat of the moment settling into your chest like a familiar rhythm.
“Good evening, Metropolis!” you said, your voice echoing through the room. “We’re thrilled to be here tonight. This next song is for someone very special.”
Lena’s gaze softened as you began to play. The song you’d written for her filled the space, your fingers dancing across the strings, pouring your heart into every note. The lyrics told the story of love found in unexpected places, of strength and vulnerability intertwining. When the final chord faded, the crowd erupted into applause, but all you cared about was the tear glistening in Lena’s eye.
After the set, you made your way through the throng of fans and friends. Kara was the first to greet you, practically bouncing with excitement. “You were amazing!” she exclaimed, her grin as wide as the Metropolis skyline.
Alex appeared behind her, offering a more subdued, but no less genuine, “Great job. That last song was something else.”
You thanked them both, your heart swelling with gratitude. Over time, they had become more than Lena’s inner circle—they’d become your family, too. J’onn’s wisdom, Nia unwavering optimism, Brainy’s eccentric brilliance—they all brought something unique to your life.
“Here comes the woman of the hour,” Kara teased, nudging you as Lena approached. She rolled her eyes at the blonde’s antics but couldn’t hide her smile.
Lena leaned in, her lips brushing your cheek. “You were incredible,” she murmured, her voice low and sincere.
“I’m glad you think so,” you replied, feeling the warmth of her hand in yours. “That song was for you.”
Her expression softened further, her fingers tightening around yours. “I know.”
The afterparty spilled into the cozy confines of a nearby lounge, a favorite hangout for your friends. You found yourself sandwiched between Nia and Brainy, both of whom were eager to dissect every aspect of your performance.
“Your use of metaphor in the second verse was brilliant,” Brainy said, his tone analytical. “The juxtaposition of light and shadow perfectly encapsulates the duality of human emotion.”
Nia laughed. “What he means is, it gave us all the feels. Seriously, though, it was beautiful.”
You blushed under their praise, grateful for their kindness. Across the room, Lena was deep in conversation with Alex, her posture relaxed but commanding. You caught snippets of their discussion, something about a new project at L-Corp, and marveled at how seamlessly she balanced the roles of CEO, philanthropist, and, somehow, your biggest cheerleader.
Kara slid onto the seat beside you, a mischievous glint in her eye. “So, when are you writing a song about me?” she teased.
You chuckled. “When you save my life for the hundredth time.”
She grinned. “Deal.”
As the night wound down, you and Lena found yourselves walking hand in hand through the quiet streets of Metropolis. The city lights reflected off the river, casting a golden glow that seemed to envelop just the two of you.
“You’ve come so far,” Lena said, her voice filled with pride. “I hope you know how talented you are.”
“I wouldn’t be here without you,” you admitted. “You make me feel like I can do anything.”
She stopped walking, turning to face you. Her hands cupped your face, her gaze searching yours. “That’s because you can. And I’ll be here to remind you every step of the way.”
You leaned into her touch, the world fading around you. In Lena, you’d found not only love but a partner who saw every part of you—the flaws, the fears, and the fire that drove you. And in the midst of the chaos of life, you knew one thing for certain: together, you could face anything.
The days following the gig were a whirlwind of rehearsals, meetings, and stolen moments with Lena. Balancing your rising music career and her demanding role as L-Corp’s CEO wasn’t always easy, but you’d found a rhythm that worked for both of you. Your mornings often began with coffee in Lena’s sunlit penthouse, where she’d review reports while you scribbled down lyrics on napkins. Afternoons were for your band and the studio, and evenings belonged to each other—when time allowed.
One afternoon, as you strummed a few chords on your guitar, Kara popped in unannounced. She had a knack for doing that, always with an air of casual nonchalance that belied her superpowered abilities.
“Hey,” she said, plopping onto your couch. “Got a minute?”
“For you? Always,” you replied, setting your guitar aside. “What’s up?”
She hesitated for a moment before blurting out, “I think Lena’s planning something big. She’s been a little… secretive lately.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Secretive? Isn’t that just… Lena being Lena?”
Kara laughed. “Fair point. But I mean more than usual. She’s been asking a lot of questions about your tour schedule and… never mind. Just keep an eye out, okay?”
You nodded, intrigued but not overly concerned. Lena’s secrets usually turned out to be grand gestures or brilliant solutions to complex problems. Either way, you trusted her.
A week later, Lena invited you to dinner at a rooftop restaurant that overlooked the city. The setting was breathtaking: candlelit tables, a panoramic view of Metropolis, and a soft breeze that carried the scent of blooming flowers. She looked stunning as always, her black dress hugging her figure, her hair swept to one side.
“This is… a lot,” you said as you took your seat. “What’s the occasion?”
Lena smiled, a hint of mischief in her eyes. “Do I need an occasion to spoil you?”
You laughed. “No, but I’ve learned you usually have a reason.”
She reached across the table, taking your hand in hers. “I wanted to celebrate you. Your music, your talent, your heart. And, well…” She hesitated, her confidence giving way to a rare moment of vulnerability. “I wanted to ask you something.”
Your heart skipped a beat. “Okay,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.
She took a deep breath. “Your tour is coming up, and I know it’s going to be incredible. But it’s also going to be hard, being apart for so long. So, I was thinking…” She reached into her bag and pulled out a small, wrapped box. “Maybe this could help.”
You opened the box to find a beautiful pendant on a delicate chain. Inside the pendant was a tiny, high-tech device—undoubtedly one of Lena’s creations.
“It’s a communicator,” she explained. “So we can talk, no matter where you are. And it’s also a tracker, in case you need help. I had Kara test it; she’s already programmed into the system.”
Tears welled in your eyes as you looked at her. “Lena, this is… incredible. Thank you.”
She smiled, relief washing over her face. “I just want you to be safe. And to know that I’m always with you, even if we’re miles apart.”
You leaned across the table, pressing a kiss to her lips. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m never letting you go.”
The night of your farewell concert arrived, marking the beginning of your first major tour. Your friends were all there, cheering you on from the front row. As you played your final song, your eyes found Lena’s in the crowd. She stood there, her hand over her heart, her love for you written all over her face.
When the last note faded and the applause roared, you stepped away from the microphone and spoke directly to her. “Lena, this one’s for you. For being my anchor, my inspiration, and my everything. I love you.”
The crowd erupted again, but all you saw was her, her smile brighter than the stage lights.
As you packed up later that night, Kara approached you with a grin. “You know, you’ve got a lot of fans, but I think Lena might be your biggest one.”
You laughed. “She’s the only one that matters.”
Kara nodded, her expression softening. “Take care of her, okay? She’s been through a lot, but with you, I think she’s finally found her happiness.”
“I will,” you promised. “And she’s given me mine.”
As you boarded the tour bus, Lena stood outside, waving until you were out of sight. Around your neck, the pendant she’d given you rested against your heart, a constant reminder that no matter where your journey took you, home was wherever she was.
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Kara was up extra early today. She was zooming around the apartment getting things ready because they were about to have a visitor.
Her running forced her roommate to wake up earlier than her alarm was set to go off. Anais came out of the hallway like a zombie in slow, trudging steps. "Kara — I don't know your middle name — Danvers, what are you doing?"
Kara was primped and ready for her day and even had a cup of coffee in her hand. "I'm about to go get Mon-El from the DEO. Today's his first day at CatCo and technically his first day at a human job!"
This made no effect on Anais. "God help him, then." She took her trudging steps past Kara, towards the kitchen.
Kara shrugged and zipped on out of the apartment. To her surprise, Mon-El was like Anais in that they both struggled to get up from bed. The man looked like he was ready to collapse to the ground and continue to sleep.
Anais picked up the coffee Kara left on the counter and raised it up to Mon-El. "Welcome to the real human world. It sucks!"
Mon-El didn't know much about the human world, but he still knew it was appropriate to glare at her. Kara, however, didn't notice anything. She had the day planned out in its entirety and it started with Mon-El's outfit.
While Anais went zipping around the kitchen making breakfast, Kara made Mon-El try on at least five outfits before deciding on a…
"Bow Tie and plaid…" Anais judged from the counter. She picked her fork into the air, letting syrup drop from her pancake, and grinned. "Sounds about right."
"Now you just need glasses," Kara presented Mon-El with a pair of black, thick-rimmed glasses.
"What for?" Mon-El asked with confusion.
"Well, maybe someday you might want to help people the way I do. In which case, these—" Kara pointed at the glasses, "—will come in handy."
"Or he could just do the easy thing of wearing a mask like I do," Anais reminded her of the other easy choice.
"You mean like you used to," Mon-El smiled knowingly. "Because Winn still hasn't given you back your suit."
Anais' lips curled into a frown. She menacingly pointed her fork at Mon-El.
"I'm sure we'll find a way to compromise," Kara, being the mediator, said. "Now Mon-El remember, you're not Mon-El to the world: you're Mike Matthews. Winn got you a birth certificate, Social Security card and everything."
"Oh, four-nine-eight, zero-zero, three-one-four-five," Mon-El said straight out of memory.
"Oh, soon you will get your FICO score."
"I don't know what any of those words mean."
"It's okay. You'll learn about it working at Catco," Kara patted Mon-El's shoulder and moved towards the kitchen counter to strap a piece of bacon from Anais' plate.
"Thank you for helping me be more...human," Mon-El straightened his bowtie but still looked like he would be toying with it for the rest of the day.
"You're welcome," Kara was happy to say.
Anais, on the other hand, assured him he'd be regretting it in a couple hours.
~0~
Both Kara and Anais brought Mon-El to CatCo. that morning, hoping that between the two of them, they could simplify what a regular human does at work. Of course the two differed in their tactics. Where Kara talked about coffees for people at work to be nice…
"Yeah. So, when I first started working here, I found it helpful to bring coffee to the other assistants to make new friends," Kara led Mon-El into the main offices with a tray of coffee in her hands.
...Anais would then go...
"It's basically bribery," Anais chimed in with a casual smile even when Kara threw a mock glare her way.
"Ah, bribery, got it," Mon-El dutifully nodded as he took a mental note of what they said to him. "We have that on Daxam."
"It's not…" Kara glared at Anais again, "It's not bribery, it's just niceness. Here, you try." She handed the coffee tray to Mon-El then directed him to an employee passing by. "Say good morning."
"Good morning," Mon-El repeated and handed the employee a coffee cup. He was about to repeat it with another employee when several desk phones started ringing. "Wait, what are those alarms for?"
"They're not alarms, they're phones." Anais corrected but it seemed like he was still confused. She picked up a nearby phone to show him. "You answer with a" — she spoke into the phone — "'Hello, this is Catco, how may I help you?'" and then you help the person on the other line with whatever they need."
Mon-El nodded that he understood.
Suddenly, Anais heard the irritated person on the other line demanding to be helped. "Oh, sorry," Anais quickly said into the phone before hanging up.
"...you didn't help them," Mon-El noted.
"Not my department," Anais smiled.
Kara pinched the bridge of her nose. "Maybe you should just go to your office."
Anais agreed that would be the better option. She was done teaching for the day anyways.
"You have an office here?" Mon-El asked curiously.
"Yup," Anais popped the 'p' and folded her arms over her chest. "Come visit sometime."
As she was about to leave, Kara stopped her to say, "James and I are going to be seeing if we can get new shots of the hospital that was burned down. You think you can keep an eye on Mon-El then?"
"Yeah. We can have fun! I'll show you how to work the internet. You'll love that!" Anais said and got a kick out of Kara's reaction. She laughed and assured the Kryptonite she was only joking. She wanted Mon-El to assimilate successfully just as Kara did.
James emerged from his office and walked straight to the trio. "Hey."
"Oh, James. I want to introduce you to our new intern...Mike!" Kara exclaimed, turning Mon-El around.
James smiled at the man. "Welcome to Catco."
Mon-El looked James over at least twice before finally speaking. "You're...you're the big boss?"
"That I am."
"Huh. I kind of expected someone a little more intimidating."
James didn't take it with offence if not with more amusement. Behind Mon-El, Anais smirked and Kara face-palmed. James cleared his throat and directed Mon-El to a stack of files on his new desk. "I had Miss Teschmacher put some reports on your desk that should be put in order and filed. So, if you have any questions, my doors are always open."
"Okay," Mon-El nodded, though the look he was giving the stack of reports did not go unnoticed by Anais.
"We should get going," James told Kara. The blonde nodded but before leaving, she turned to Anais, mouth opened to say something when Anais cut her off.
"I will keep an eye out, promise."
The Kryptonian didn't look convinced but her job was her job. When she was finally gone, Anais watched in amusement as Mon-El prepared himself to sit at his new desk. He hesitated at first, as if the chair would bite him or something, and when he finally sat down...he stared at the stack of reports as if that would bite him too.
"So before this you were a guard, right?"
Mon-El looked up from the stack with an expression that said 'I will take any distraction and I can get'. "Yeah."
"Never thought you'd be doing human paperwork, huh?"
"Uh, no. And I can't use any of my…" Mon-El made a nod to the side, indicating he meant his powers.
"No," Anais crossed her arms. "I mean, Kara is going to tell you that using our powers at work is wrong, And she's right, but after you get the hang of things...there's no shame in using them for a little bit of a shortcut."
Mon-El smiled at the idea. "You and Kara…how do you guys get along? Because it looks like you guys are pretty different."
Anais shrugged. "Believe it or not, we actually get along pretty well. She's my mentor, to be honest. She knows exactly what she's doing. So, with that being said, please listen to her. Even though some of the things she asks for seem ridiculous to you, she knows exactly how things run around here."
Mon-El dutifully nodded and reached for the first folder of the stack.
~ 0 ~
As soon as Anais heard the fight between Kara and some thieves with high-tech (no doubt alien) weapons, she bolted from CatCo to go straight to the DEO.
"You should've called me," she told Kara in the control room. "Suit or no suit" — she found time to glare at Winn, the man making a face and looking away — "I would've gone out to help you."
"Negative, you would not have," J'onn warned her. "Identities are important, remember?"
At that, Anais turned her glare once more to Winn.
"Do we know who those guys were yet?" Kara decided to focus on the problem at hand.
Alex worked on the computers to bring up a list of weapons they were keen on identifying, and finding. Once she did, she got up from her chair and moved back with the group. "Any of these look familiar?"
Kara's eyes scanned the pictures in 2 seconds flat before pointing at one of the weapons towards the end of the list. "That one. That's the gun he was carrying."
Winn took over the computers again and pulled up the specific gun. "Okay. That is an Anndrannian Photon Cannon." He made another face because that was a high-tech gun only the DEO owned. "How'd these guys get their hands on alien technology?"
"Are you sure they weren't Anndrannian?" J'onn turned to Kara just to eliminate any other possibility.
"Well, they weren't purple with fins, so yeah, I'm sure," the Kryptonian crossed her arms.
Winn whistled the more read of the file. "Oh, you are lucky this thing hit you before it was fully charged. There's no telling what this might've done to you."
"If they got weapons like that then these guys are bound to make another appearance soon," Anais said as a warning that they should be prepared. "Is there any way we could track those weapons and beat them?"
"So it emits phased muon particles," hummed Winn. "I could maybe come up with a way to detect it."
But suddenly his screen, along with the rest of the screens in the room turned to pitch black. There was a small static noise before a modulated voice started talking.
'You were warned. The alien invaders are dangerous. Their intentions, malicious. They possess power we cannot hope to match. And their technology, brought from other worlds, is falling into the wrong hands. We should not be opening our arms to them. We should be locking them up and taking their weapons away. You did not heed us, but you will heed the chaos that amnesty has brought. You will pay the price in fear and blood. And you will beg us to save you. We are Cadmus.'
Alex sighed and turned to the rest after the transmission ended. "Kind of a coincidence that Cadmus releases a new video just as criminals get their hands on alien weapons."
"Not a coincidence if Cadmus is the one giving them the guns," Kara theorized.
"Trying to stir fear within the public. Smart," Anais hated to admit. "But we're stopping them." And she would definitely do that with or without a suit.
"Hey," Kara suddenly realized something and turned to Anais. "Who's watching Mon-El?"
Anais' eyebrows raised together. Oops, she thought. She hadn't even considered what Mon-El might do in hers and Kara's absence. All she knew was that she needed to go help.
Kara groaned. "Anais!"
"I'm sorry! I thought you guys needed my help!"
"I gotta go," Kara zipped out of the place.
Anais made a face and looked at the remaining trio. "I'll be hearing about this later. I choose to blame you, Winn!" she said before zipping out as well.
~ 0 ~
When the two women found Mon-El, he seemed alright — at first. In fact, he seemed to be spending it nicely with a red twizzler in his mouth.
"Uuh, what are you doing?" Kara looked down at the man in confusion.
"Eating these red tubes. They're amazing!" Mon-El waved around his half-eaten twizzler in the air. "Like pure joy in food form."
"No, Mon-El," Kara snatched the twizzler from him and chucked it to the side, "There's a time and a place for eating candy."
"Yeah, and it's this time and this place—"
"Uuuh, what are you doing?" They both heard Anais asking someone.
Eve Teschmacher was coming into the room with a stack of familiar reports in her arms. She was struggling to keep them all from falling. Anais rushed to help the woman, but it still left the question of where all that work came from.
"Oh, thanks, Anais," the squeaky-voiced woman said with an awkward smile.
Anais dismissed the apology as she brought the stack to Eve's desk and noticed the familiarity of them. "Aaaaand these are the yearly quarterly reports that Mike was supposed to do." She threw a look at Kara who then glared down at Mon-El.
The man just smiled.
"Oh, it was no bother!" Eve waved a hand. "He was really struggling with his work and it's his first day. So I was just trying to help him out. He's so nice."
"Nice isn't the word I'm thinking right now," Anais whirled around with one report in her hand that she purposely waved at Mon-El. "My office now."
"But I don't work for you—"
"NOW!"
Mon-El shot up from his chair and followed Kara and Anais into the latter's office.
"I was rooting for you, man!" Anais said as soon as she closed the door of her office. "You don't just hand your work to someone else!"
"That woman wanted to please me," Mon-El pointed out, meaning Eve. "On Daxam, when a woman wishes to please a man—"
Kara made a noise and waved a hand for him to stop right there. "Wherever you're going with that, just don't. We are not on Daxam. Thank Rao. Next time, you have to do the work on your own."
"But it was long," frowned Mon-El. "Is that what you two do all day? Because it's boring."
Kara looked frustrated with his clueless responses.
"Maybe this office thing isn't the best idea," Anais' remark definitely didn't help the case either. Kara shot the woman a look that clearly said not to keep talking. "What? Just a thought…"
Kara didn't know who to start with first, but someone knocked on the door which terminated the conversation anyways. It was quite the surprise to see Lena Luthor poking her head into the room.
"Anais? Kara?" She smiled with red-stained lips.
"Wicked lipstick," Anais had to say first and foremost, making Lena chuckle.
"Lena, what a surprise," Kara admitted.
"I didn't mean to bother. Miss Teschmacher just said you were both in here," Lena walked further into the room, though still looked cautious as if she would be asked to leave at any moment.
"What can we help you with?" Anais asked, though only after pointing Mon-El to sit down lest he make an escape and go do something else that was stupid.
"Well, it's not really a favor...as it is…" Lena seemed at a loss for the right words, which was strange considering she was a Luthor, but then again Lena wasn't an ordinary Luthor. She took in a breath to start again. "L-Corp is hosting a party this weekend. It's for a gala fundraiser for the Children's Hospital after that horrific attack on their new building. I was hoping you'd come."
As Kara and Anais exchanged surprised glances, Mon-El jumped from his chair with a finger in the air. "Gala?" It was then that Lena noticed his presence. "Is that like a party?"
Anais started going 'shhhh' at him while Kara tried to move the attention of him.
Lena still smiled at him and continued on with her explanation. "You two are literally my only friends in National City. Most people wouldn't touch a Luthor with a 10-foot pole."
"Oh, I'd poke you with one," Anais pointed at her with a smile.
Lena shook her head at her and laughed. "Please tell me you'll come. It would mean a lot to me if you were there."
"Of course we'll come," Kara assured the woman.
Mon-El inserted himself into the conversation, and quite literally in front of Lena with a big smile. "I love parties. I'm Mon — I'm Mike," he struck a hand to shake with Lena. "Can I come to this gala too?"
She shook his hand and chuckled again. "Of course you can. Find yourself a nice suit and I'll see you there." She offered one more smile to the trio before leaving, and when she did Mon-El found himself at the center of another argument.
"You are not ready for a human party!" Kara exclaimed.
"You weren't even ready for a job!" added Anais.
Mon-El looked between the two with a frown. "You guys aren't very supportive."
"What if I just heat visioned him?" Anais asked, her eyes already glowing orange. "Just a little bit." Mon-El stiffened and took a step backwards, but thankfully Kara pulled the woman and effectively shook her so that the laser never happened. "Fine!"
~0~
Winn was oh-so-focused on his work that he never saw a blonde alien coming up behind his desk chair. His 'work' was him rewatching CADMUS' latest transmission while holding a toy BB gun.
'You will beg us to save you. We are Cadmus.'
Winn stopped the transmission to mimic its robotic voice and aim his be-be gun at the computer screen. "You. Are. Lame."
Anais made her presence known by snatching the gun from behind him, ignoring his initial jump, and shooting a few BB pellets at his face. "You are dead," she mimicked his tone then added a sweet smile afterwards.
Winn took the blow with a nod and attempted to take back the gun, but she tossed it into her other hand and jumped to sit at the edge of his desk.
"We gotta talk!"
"I dread to do so," Winn admitted anxiously.
"Kara nearly couldn't save a cop today because she had a lot of thieves to deal with."
"But she did and that's the important thing," Winn reminded with a cheeky smile that died once Anais' eyes narrowed on him.
"I should be out there."
"Not arguing that you shouldn't," Winn said, raising his hands in front of him, "But more to the fact you'd be in danger because you haven't told J'onn—" Anais shot more pellets at his face. "I was just saying!"
"Well don't!" snapped Anais. "Enough is enough and let me tell you" — she hopped off his desk to press the BB gun at his forehead — "that when upset, a Solista can be very dangerous. I don't need Arun to give me a lesson on that."
Winn tried scoffing casually but he had to admit that her face did look kind of scary right now. "I know you're not going to hurt me, Anna."
"No," Anais agreed, retracting the gun from his forehead. There was a small dent on his skin from the pressure she'd applied. "But I can and will make your life miserable. For starters…" She shot more pellets at his face, this time enough for him to try and fight them off with his hands.
"Okay, I get it!"
"Have my suit by the end of the week, Schott." Anais was about to toss the BB gun to the side when she gave it another look. "I'm keeping this."
"That's my favorite one!" he complained as she strolled off.
~0~
Anais felt like Kara was putting way too much hope on Mon-El's successful assimilation. It felt like it was too early to hope like that. But that was Kara Danvers. She had faith in everything and everyone. And not to say that it was wrong but...sometimes being a little realistic meant that not everything would work out like that. And as Anais started to get the feel of Mon-El's unique vibe, she began to believe this whole office thing was not going to work at all.
Sadly, Kara wasn't there on that realization yet. That's why she was pacing back and forth in Anais' office, complaining about Mon-El's lack of work ethic.
"He just doesn't get it! It's not on Daxam! He can't just not do anything!"
Anais agreed on that. "Look, call me crazy, I know that he said he worked as a guard but it really feels like he's never worked a day in his life." Kara paused her pacing to look at the Solista. "So maybe that's how we should treat him; as someone who's never worked. We should start him off with a much simpler position."
"What's more simple than being an assistant?" Kara made a good point. "It's not like he's working for Cat Grant because believe me, that one would have killed him."
"Still, maybe we should discuss about setting simpler tasks and him actually trying to work on it," Anais figured it was their best shot if they wanted to see some improvement. Kara seemed to agree and took the lead out of the office.
The two women walked over to Mon-El's desk but found that he wasn't there. Kara, additionally, found a report that she herself had left on the desk with the task for Mon-El to do.
"I asked him to take this down to marketing like two hours ago," she frowned and glanced at Anais. "Where is he?"
Anais groaned. "Goddammit! You know we can't keep losing him like this, right? We should put a bell on him!"
Kara let the report fall flat on the desk then looked around. She honed in on her special hearing skills, while Anais kept grumbling they were not meant to be babysitters, and listened carefully for Mon-El's voice.
And soon, she really wished she hadn't tried at all.
With a loud gasp, Kara took off in a speedy sprint. Anais, lost of course, chased after her.
"Why are you running!?"
"Oh, God, get it out of my ears!" Kara just visibly shook as she ran down the hallway. She stopped at the copy room and flung the door open to find Mon-El and Eve Teschmacher in a compromising position.
"Kara!" Anais called as she caught up, "What are you—" But she gasped when she looked into the copy room. "Oh you didn't!"
"This is not what it looks like…" Eve hopped off the copier and hurriedly buttoned the top of her dress again.
"I will never use the copier ever again," Anais looked at Kara who was even more horrified.
"Just go, Eve!" the Kypronian sounded like she was begging for it.
"Are you kidding me!?" Anais glared at Mon-El who was quite proudly tucking his shirt into his pants.
"I think I might have more powers on Earth than we realized. Do you think that I can make any woman fall instantly for me?"
"Can I laser him now?" Anais muttered to Kara.
Kara pointed Mon-El to get out of the room and walk in front of them. "What were you thinking?"
Mon-El shrugged his shoulders and blatantly answered with, "That I haven't had sex in 35 years."
"And you thought the office would be the perfect place to break that streak?" Anais threw him a crazed look. "That's just...tacky!"
"Not helping," Kara told her wearily. "Mon-El, you can't do that here!"
"Are you sure? 'Cause I've been watching this TV show about doctors, and I'm pretty sure it's okay—"
Kara groaned angrily. "No! I am trying to help you fit in and you keep messing it up."
"Okay, I'm trying very hard to be Mike, okay? But it is not as easy as you make it sound, Kara. I'm used to doing my own thing."
"Well, you don't do your own thing here. You do my thing!" Kara snapped and stormed past him into the bullpen.
"Um, okay. And if I don't want to do your thing?"
Kara whirled around and responded with another snap, "Then find another mentor!"
"You really just can't help yourself, can you?" Anais sighed with Mon-El. "And it doesn't even look like you care that she's trying to help you."
"This may have worked for you but it's not doing it for me," Mon-El insisted, but Anais had already assumed this was the case. "I don't...I don't like the glasses," he pulled the things off his face, "And I don't like whatever the hell this is." He untied the bow tie bowtie from his neck. "I'm sorry I keep messing up but it's very hard to do something that's just not me."
Anais could get that. She hated that she could, but she did. With another sigh, she looked into the bullpen and decided to try and help both parties out. "Go sit down and do your work. I will talk to Kara."
"Thank you!" Mon-El exclaimed with newfound happiness. He took her into a surprise hug.
"Aaah! Hands off Daxamite! You are not breaking that 35 year streak with me!" Anais swatted his arms away from him. Mon-El just laughed and went to his desk.
Anais found Kara in the reporter's division, unsurprisingly, pacing back and forth.
"Hey Kara, you should probably try to calm down—"
"Don't tell me to calm down! You saw what he was trying to do! He's just not getting this!" Kara exclaimed, throwing her hands up.
"Yeah but maybe it goes back to what I was saying earlier?" Anais waited for Kara to get what she meant but the Kryptonian blankly stared at her. "Mon-El is not meant for office life, Kara. I'm not saying he's right in doing all this but it is a testament to what I'm saying."
"But I've given him everything he could need to assimilate!"
"You gave him everything you had," Anais quietly said. "I mean, you were lucky that it worked out with me because we are kind of similar…but Mon-El is nothing like me or you."
Kara groaned. She wasn't listening and, honestly, what Anais said sounded like it was her fault that Mon-El wasn't assimilating. She was trying her best here! "I have to go back to a report I need to finish," Kara grumbled and walked off.
With a sigh, Anais returned to her own job but she really hoped Kara would consider her words once she was calmer.
~0~
When Kara returned home later that day, she saw Alex stuffing her face with a donut right next to her apartment. "A donut? You never eat sugar in the middle of the day. What's wrong?"
Alex peeled herself off the wall, dusted her hands from powdered sugar and sighed. "I'm feeling confused about something. Your steps were exceptionally stompy just now. You all right?"
Kara groaned just thinking about what she had to deal with today. She unlocked the door and strode right in, tossing her things to the side. "Where do I start? Mark almost got fired today."
"Who?"
"Mark, uh... Mike!" Kara shook her head. Great, even she was messing up now. "Mon-El. He doesn't take his job seriously, at all. I have to give it to Anais when she says that it feels like he's never worked a day in his life."
Alex pick a seat at one of the stools by the kitchen. "Well, he's from a different planet."
"I'm from a different planet, and I had to deal with the awkwardness of seventh grade when I first got here!" Kara walked over to the fridge to take out drinks for them. "I helped him get a new identity. I helped him get an internship. I even got him a new pair of glasses for a disguise in case he wants to put on a cape and help people the way I do." She put the one drink. On the aisle and realize she forgot another one for herself. This is how out of it she was thanks to Mon-El. "He has everything he needs, and yet, he's still a disaster."
Alex didn't need much to know what the real problem was. "Well, that's the problem."
Kara angrily uncapped her own drink. "What, the glasses? I can take those back but I don't think it's gonna make any difference."
Alex sweetly smiled at her sister and potted the stool next to her. "Sit." Kara took the pointed stool and plopped down. "When you first arrived at our house, I thought, 'Finally, I have a sister'."
"An alien sister."
"Even better. But I still wanted you to be just like me. To do everything that I did. So I dragged you out to science fairs—"
Kara shook her head at the reminder of those things. "Those were so boring."
"Made you watch scary movies…"
"What do you have against a good old romantic comedy?"
"Forced you to listen to the music that I liked."
"Yeah, your punk-rock phase was very strange."
Alex just smiled and continued on with her point, "But finally, I let it go. Let you do your own thing, find your own hobbies, listen to your own weird music."
Kara took the last jab some offense. "Uh, NSync, first of all, is not weird. And second of all, they are amazing."
Alex nodded and motioned for Kara to listen to the point she's trying to make. "Mon-El is not you. Just like you're not me. So what works for you might not work for him."
Kara bit her lower lip as she recalled Anais' words earlier in the day. "Damn, Anais said something similar to that earlier and I kind of blew her off for it." Alex hummed, knowing Kara would be apologizing profusely to Anais when she came home.
"Oh, God. You came here wanting to talk to me about something and I haven't shut my mouth," Kara realized a few minutes later. "I'm sorry. What is it? What's wrong?"
For some reason, Alex's heart hammered in her chest. She felt her mouth dry and even as she wanted to tell Kara the problems Maggie was facing...she felt like the air from her lungs had disappeared. What is going on?
But before Alex could actually say something, someone knocked on the door. Kara was confused because Anais wasn't meant to be home for a while. When she used her x-ray, she was shocked to see Lena Luthor waiting on the other side of the door.
"What is she doing here?" she mumbled as she got up to go answer.
"Who?" Alex followed her sister and got her answer in a few seconds.
"I'm sorry to keep dropping in on you," Lena apologized as soon as she was let into the apartment. "It's…" she trailed off when she saw Alex behind Kara. "Hey, I know you. You saved my life."
Alex gave a nod and shook hands with the woman. "Special Agent Alex Danvers, FBI."
"She's my sister," Kara explained.
"This city's smaller than I thought. Hmm. Well, actually, maybe you can both help me," Lena said, clearing her throat. "Um…you remember, I told you about that stupid fight club last week?" Kara nodded. "Now it's my turn to ask for a favor."
"Anything. Shoot."
"I need to get in touch with Supergirl and Solar."
~0~
There was plenty to munch on at home and since Anais was pretty tired from her day, she munched. She laid with her feet on the couch and a bowl of chips on her lap. Of course she couldn't focus on the television on account of where Kara was. She'd gotten a quick text from Kara explaining Lena's request to speak with the two heroes. Being that Anais had no suit, she was out. So now here she was...doing nothing.
Well, not exactly 'nothing'.
"No, no, no!" she started shouting and wagging a finger at Mon-El. He'd found her stash of chocolate mint bars over the fridge. "No! Leave that alone!"
"But they're really good!" Mon-El exclaimed. "I had one in the morning and—"
"You had what!?" Anais jumped up from the couch, nearly throwing her chip bowl to the side. "Those are mine!"
"I thought you guys were all about sharing?"
Anais' face would have been comical if anyone else was around to see it. Her eyes were mildly wide, her lips flattened against each other. "You know what...why don't you stay with Winn today? I'm sure he'd love a roommate."
"Wait, what—?"
Anais didn't wait for Mon-El's response. She zipped him out of the apartment and went straight for Winn's. She knocked then returned to her place for some clothes. Winn was already at his door when Anais showed up, and mighty confused too.
"What's—"
"He's yours for tonight!" was all Anais had to say before leaving, leaving Winn even more confused.
By the time Anais had re-settled on her couch, Kara made it home.
"How'd it go?" Anais asked.
"Oh, you know, promised Lena both Supergirl and Kara would attend her fundraiser," Kara rubbed her face wearily. "Like stupid me would."
"Sorry to hear that…"
Kara dropped her hands to her sides. "I didn't mention Solar so you don't have to worry about that."
"Great…"
It was then that Kara looked around and noticed they were short one visitor. "Where's Mon-El?"
"Oh, he decided to stay with Winn tonight. Some kind of bro night or something," Anais shrugged so casually Kara never even stopped to think it was a lie.
"Oh, okay. Maybe it's for the best. I haven't been very fair with him," Kara sighed. She moved towards the other couch and sat down. "Nor with you. Alex made me realize that I haven't been a good mentor for Mon-El. And at the same time I haven't been listening to you either. Mon-El is not me and...I can't make him. I shouldn't be trying to."
"I don't think you realized it," Anais said with a slight smile. "You were trying to help. Plus, let's face it, Mon-El is kind of a difficult student. I'd go insane too. That's why I booted him to Winn's today."
"I said all is forgiven - you want chips?" Anais offered her chip bowl to Kara but the Kryptonian gave her a long stare for it. Eventually, though, Kara gave in and just took some chips.
~0~
Lena Luthor was an extravagant planner when she wanted to be. Her fundraiser was set outside as it was a lovely evening. There were seatless tables with a couple refreshment tables around. Waiters were passing by every couple minutes offering champagne and other snacks.
"She can plan parties for me any day," Anais remarked after taking a good look at the place. She had decided to go with a golden primp dress with accents over the bodice. Her hair had been pulled into a half-up, half-down style then curled.
"Yeah but we're not exactly here to party, remember?" Kara said, but received a scoff in response.
Apart from that, Anais leaned slightly back to give Winn a sharp look. "Right? Cos I'm missing something?"
Winn preferred not to answer. After having Mon-El dumped at his door, he'd been having a crazy day. The alien seemed calm but in reality was more of a child than anything else.
"Oh you guys," Kara huffed and looked at the two. "This is just getting childish now."
Before Anais could say something no doubt meant to jab at him, Winn spoke up with a device in hand. "Okay, the Muon Particle Detector will let us know if there are any weapons within 100 feet."
"Are you sure?" asked Kara.
"Have I ever been wrong before?" Winn's confidence was short-lived due to the look Kara gave him. "Okay, this time I'm sure."
"I see Lena," Anais nodded ahead at the finely dressed woman.
"Right! Commence Operation Doubtfire!" Kara took a lead start towards Lena, with the intention of making her presence known. "Lena!"
Lena smiled upon seeing the Kryptonian. "Kara! It's really great to see you. I'm glad you could come. Um, have you seen Supergirl?"
"I'm sure she's on her way," Kara casually waved to the side.
"Lena!" Anais exclaimed, pretending as if she'd never arrived with Kara, but instead with Winn.
"Hi," Lena turned her attention to the two, just as planned, and gave Kara the chance to slip away unnoticed.
"I invited a friend of mine, hope you don't mind!"
"Winn Schott," the man introduced himself and shook hands with Lena.
"Any friend of yours is invited, always," Lena assured Anais.
"Well, I say 'friend' very loosely, really…" Anais muttered to the side but Winn heard perfectly and deadpanned her.
Supergirl made her debut as she gracefully landed on the ground. Everyone around awed as they laid eyes on her. Lena was delighted to see the Kryptonian attend the fundraiser.
"Supergirl, I'm glad you could make it!"
"I still think this might be a bad idea," Supergirl remarked but, just like the previous times, Lena shook her head
"Well, why don't we wait and see how the evening pans out."
"I'll check the perimeter for any activity, and I'll be back at the first sign of danger," Supergirl promised before flying off again. Not a few seconds later did Kara come running back.
"Kara, you just missed Supergirl," Lena laughed in delight, still looking into the sky as if they would see Supergirl flying over them.
"Did I?" Kara looked at the others, desperately trying to be casual. "Golly!"
Anais passed some hair behind her ear and moved away. Soon as she did, she saw a familiar figure not too far from them. "Arun?"
At his name, both Kara and Winn turned to where she was looking and saw the Solista Arun taking a drink from a passing waiter.
"How did he get invited?" Kara whispered to the two.
"I don't know. I haven't really talked to him in a while," admitted Anais. "I'll see you later." She didn't really look back to see her friends' reactions as she made a direct beeline for Arun.
Arun's eyes blinked upon seeing her. He lowered his glass from his lips and gave her a look that said 'what the hell are you doing here?'.
Anais just smiled. "Nice to see you too."
Arun got over his initial surprise and returned to his almost emotionless face. "How'd you get the invite?"
"Oh, haven't you heard?" Anais made a show of passing her hand through her styled hair. "I'm besties with Lena Luthor."
Arun's face was comical. It changed fast from a 'you're kidding' to a 'you're crazy'. "No, seriously."
Anais laughed. "I'm friends with Lena. She invited me and a couple of my friends here. So, how did you get invited?"
"Well, some of my paintings are being auctioned here," Arun said, quite proudly as he fixed the collar of his black suit.
"And you didn't tell me!?" Anais playfully pushed him on his arm.
"Well, you haven't spoken to me in days!"
"Sorry," Anais bit her lower lip. "I don't exactly have the right requirements to train."
"You still don't have your suit?"
"Nope."
"You know, I know that humans are a lot slower than we are but...this precise human is being ridiculously slow."
Anais made a small noise that was a split between agreeing and laughing. She folded her arms and looked to the side.
"How's about we dance while we discuss how to get your suit finished faster?"
Anais gave a small nod and allowed him to take her to the dance floor. From afar, both Kara and Winn watched them with similar degrees of curiosity.
"Huh, his paintings are in the auction," Kara said after casually eavesdropping on the aliens' conversation.
"Really? Which ones?" Winn started looking around when he noticed Anais giving him a glare from her dancing spot. "A-are they talking about me? Because it looks like Anna wants to kill me. Again."
"Uuum…" Kara pursed her lips together and lowered her head. "I'd rather not repeat her language."
"Of course!" Winn flapped a hand and turned away.
Kara couldn't help smiling in amusement as he stormed off grumbling to himself about how he was being a good friend and whatnot. Her smile faded when she saw Mon-El making his way through the crowd. Quickly, she crossed the party and made it just in time as he took a champagne flute from a waiter.
"You came," Kara said, slightly startled by the fact but then again this was Mon-El and he was...the opposite of her.
Mon-El gave an eager nod but then studied her expression and started doubting. "...are you gonna yell at me again?"
Kara shook her head. "No, I'm not gonna yell at you." But of course she then noticed the sharp suit he was wearing and knew that was something neither the DEO nor Winn owned. "Um, where'd you get that suit from?"
Mon-El looked down at his outfit with a proud smile. "Oh, you like it? Eve gave me her little…" he started making a square figure with his fingers, "...her plastic rectangle to buy things."
Kara's mouth fell open. "You used her credit card?"
Immediately Mon-El knew he'd done wrong again. "You're gonna yell at me again."
Kara's mouth opened no doubt to do that but she caught herself and reminded herself that he still had no clue about Earth. "I'm...not gonna yell at you."
But even then Mon-El still knew he'd done wrong again. He felt so guilty that no matter how hard Kara tried to help him, he kept screwing it up and disappointing her. He turned his attention to the dance floor, where he saw Anais and that other Solista guy dancing together.
"I miss dancing," he admitted, hoping to change the topic and thus ease the atmosphere between him and Kara. "I used to dance a lot on Daxam."
Kara followed his gaze and had to nod. "Yeah, we danced on Krypton too."
"Well, then…" Mon-El held a hand out for Kara to take. The Kryptonian smiled and accepted it. Maybe dancing wouldn't lead to arguing.
The dancing was fun but, unfortunately, short lived as an explosion from the end of the party rocked the guests. The music was forced to come to a stop, as were the dancers, when a second explosion went off. The smoke billowed and faded as it reached the sky, but in its place was left Miner and his crew making an entrance.
"My, my... look how many pretty things there are," he smiled incredibly wide as he took in what he believed would be his greatest treasures of all.
Lena approached the man without looking the least bit afraid. "Oh, you picked the wrong party to crash."
"I don't think so, princess," Miner yanked a stone necklace around Lena's neck then moved on by her to address the rest of the party. "All right, I'm gonna keep this real simple, people. Hand over every ring, pearl, diamond, watch, wallet and no one gets disintegrated."
Kara disappeared from sight and returned a second later from the sky as Supergirl. "Did you really think I wouldn't be here?"
Miner was looking far too confident for Kara's liking. "Actually, I was counting on it." He gave the word for his people to start shooting and bombarding the site. He himself whipped out a decently-sized gun from his back and used it to shoot Kara straight across.
"Supergirl!" Anais exclaimed after she herself was forced to jump out of the way. She landed on the ground and admitted it was hard to get back up with all the clamoring people running around her. "Arun!" she started to call but it seemed like she had lost him in the crowd.
Instead, someone else found her.
"Bet you can't be that mad at me right now, huh?" Winn couldn't help the small smirk he gave her after helping her get back on her feet.
But of course Anais proved him wrong. She shoved him hard on his chest. "Give me back my suit! Supergirl's getting clamored over there!"
Before Winn could say anything, they heard the tower of glass from a table shatter. Mon-El had just been thrown over it, his body covered by said table.
"These guys are part of CADMUS, Anna!" Winn pointed at the mess they were surrounded by. "If you show up as Solar, they'll take you!"
"So the better option is to let Supergirl deal with it?" Anais made her own gesture as Supergirl was facing off laser eyes vs. another high-tech gun that seemed on the verge of overpowering her. "That's not Solar and you know it."
Oh, Winn knew that stance all too well. She was getting ready to run. "W-w-w-ait! Anais, don't you—"
"I have to help!"
"You're not dressed right—" Winn was just about to gesture at her golden dress when she zipped away. He turned in the direction her lightning streak went off in.
In a few seconds, Anais had dumped several of Miner's men to the side while their guns landed on the other side. However, even if she was a speedster those remaining guns still affected her. She came to a stop at the very end of the party, only for a quick second, and turned back to see Kara fighting off Miner himself with that impossible gun. Behind her, Anais saw James trying to defend himself as well.
These guns were just too powerful.
Unless she could zap the head of it all. Lightning. She started going in a full circle, ignoring the burning sensation from the friction of her pretty dress — not to mention the soles of her feet against her heels — and just focused on getting faster. Everything became a blur around her, her sight the same, and somehow...it felt lightweight. For the first time, it came naturally to her. She felt electricity crackle between the air and her body.
And just like that, she came to a quick stop and threw a perfect lightning bolt at Miner's back.
It zapped the man from head to toe, forcing the gun out of his hand, and shoved him to the ground. Supergirl blinked, stunned to see the trick, but even more so to have Anais be the one to do it. Even more to their luck, a streak of red energy blasted from God knew where and de-powered the rest of the guns.
Just as Anais quickly covered her tarnished dress with a tablecloth, the rest of the remaining guests started coming out of hiding. Among them was Winn and Lena who, somehow, ended up under the same table.
Winn saw similar expressions flickering from Supergirl to Anais and quickly shook his head. "Oh, we weren't under there...no…" He shot his hands into the air with a boyish grin, "We stopped it!"
He swore he saw smiles after that.
~ 0 ~
A short while later, when Lena had safely sent the rest of her guests home, she came face to face with Supergirl. The Kryptonian had more or less figured out what really happened tonight.
"You took a great risk, Miss Luthor," she said, almost sounding like a scolding mother. "Why didn't you tell me what you were up to?"
Lena shrugged and answered honestly. "I doubt you would've believed that a Luthor just wanted to see justice done."
"Well, I couldn't have stopped them without you. Thank you."
Lena smiled. "And I guess Solar? Why didn't she stick around?"
Supergirl discreetly glanced at Anais, who stood off to the side trying to cover herself up. "Yeah, well...like I said, she couldn't really show up. She's...getting some things fixed."
"Well, thank you and Solar," Lena chuckled. "Who would've believed it. A Luthor and a Super working together?"
Supergirl smiled. It was a nice idea.
To the side, Anais tugged the table cloth closer around her body. She was trying to collect Mon-El and go already before anyone decided to stop by and ask her why she was choosing to fashion a table cloth. As it turned out, Mon-El was very into the remaining champagne.
"Anais, are you alright?" James approached her with Winn.
"Yeah," she shrugged casually. "But I think I should be asking you that. You nearly got hurt back there."
Winn was shooting James the same glare Anais would give him. There was something going on there, she was sure of it.
"Just trying to help," James said. "Got more than what I bargained for, I guess. As did you."
"Hm," Anais muttered. She looked to the side and saw Mon-El going for another champagne. "Can one of you go collect him so I can go home and change?"
"I got him," James raised a hand and headed for Mon-El.
"Are you good?" Winn asked Anais after James had gone off.
"What do you want me to say, Winn?" she frowned. "I think I'm at my lowest. But hey, at least I got to help in my way. Suit or no suit."
Winn inwardly sighed. Yeah, suit or nor suit she was going to be out there fighting. "I'm sorry it cost you that dress. You looked really nice in it."
Anais lowered her head but settled a doubtful look on him. "It was the first dress I got to wear to an actual party and now…" She opened the table cloth just slightly for Winn to see the top of her dress practically gone. There was more skin than actual fabric.
"Oh, uh — I'm…" Winn got flustered fast but he got over it when he noticed her genuine sorrow for what was clearly a beloved dress. "Here!" He shook his jacket off and held it for her to take. Anais remained perfectly still with an indescribable expression on her face. Winn just waved his jacket in front of her face, wearing that usual grin of his. "Take it, Anna. You can hit me with it later."
As irritated as she meant to look, Anais took the jacket from him mumbling a 'thank you'.
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"So, no Mon-El today?" Anais asked when she and Kara strode into CatCo.'s bullpen. What used to be Mon-El's desk was now empty save for the stack of work he left unfinished.
"Uh, no, James was kind enough not to fire him on the spot," Kara folded her arms and kept her amused smile barely hidden. "But it was for the best. Mon-El was not built for office life."
"No, he was not," agreed Anais with her own smile. She made a turn for her office. "So, what's he going to work now?"
"Don't know. He'd let me know when he found one," Kara shrugged. "But I'm going to give him some space. Let him...find out who he's going to be in National City."
"Trust me, it'll be the best thing you can do for him," Anais stopped by her office door and opened up, only to find she had a visitor waiting inside. "Arun...good morning."
Arun didn't really smile but his nod was greeting enough. "I came to discuss your training. We have yet to resume and since you finally have conjured up lightning, we need to pick up fast before you lose it."
"Yeah, that lightning was pretty cool," Kara pushed her glasses slightly up. Her beaming smile made Anais smile herself. As she thought back to that glorious moment.
Unfortunately, Arun didn't exactly share the same thoughts. "It was mediocre at best," his flat tone shut down both women. "We have a lot more practice to do."
"I thought it was…" Kara trailed off, her eyes flickering between the two Solistas. Arun looked dead serious and Anais seemed to be accepting of it. "I'll just... I'll just leave you two…"
Anais gave a small nod. She headed for desk and waited for Kara to be home before speaking up. "I thought my lightning was pretty good for being a first timer."
"It is taking far too long to conjure up a lightning bolt," Arun continued in that serious tone that made Anais feel small in place. "You cannot settle with the first time. You know how to keep practicing so that you can be the best that you can be. You are half of a Solista. You need to train twice as hard, remember that?"
"How could I forget when that's all you say," Anais mumbled under her breath but of course Arun heard with his super hearing.
"I only say it so that you know what you need to do. Can I expect you to show up and train tomorrow?"
"Yes," Anais nodded. She might not agree with how Arun was wording things but she had to admit that he made good points. Things that come easy for Solistas were not the same for her, being only half. She did need to work harder. "The DEO. Tomorrow evening after work."
"Thank you," Arun said, then turned to leave.
Anais slowly fell into her seat and while she was meant to be starting work, her head was too cluttered with her pending training. There were doubts about her skills, coupled with CADMUS' goals which... unfortunately, she didn't really fully understand yet. Eventually, she forced the thoughts aside at least until she managed to put together the new snapped pictures they'd acquired from witnesses for their next series of articles.
When she was finished, she gathered her things and headed for James' office to show him the final arrangement. Thankfully, he seemed to like them...only Anais felt like there was something troubling the man. Either way, she wouldn't ask because it was clear as day James wasn't in the mood to share. Anais left her board with him and went for some coffee in the lounge room.
On her way there, she heard her name.
"I've got your jacket, don't worry," she turned to face Winn who was coming towards her.
"What? That's not—" he shook his head and started anew, "I came to see how you were doing."
"Really?" she raised an eyebrow at him, not quite sure if she should be more upset with him because he was pretending there was nothing wrong. "What do you think? I don't have my suit and I need to train like crazy if I ever want to get my lightning bolts and all my other powers up to Solista standards."
"What?" Now it was Winn's turn to be confused. It was even more puzzling to see her so serious over the last bit she said. "You finally got your lightning bolt trick to work. You'd make your young dad from another Earth proud."
"No, because it wasn't good enough, apparently," Anais mumbled and turned to continue for the lounge, leaving Winn to follow her.
"What are you talking about!? That was wicked cool!" Winn was honestly still so dazzled by the action. It was one thing to hear about the lightning bolt trick and another thing to actually see it.
And clearly his honest excitement was believed because Anais stopped to smile. "Really? You think so?" she asked him.
"Yes! It was fantastic!"
Anais' smile widened a bit, but she did well in keeping her beam hidden. It was nice hearing someone thought her skill hadn't been mediocre. Then again, if she remembered correctly, Kara thought something like that too. "...thanks," she said quietly. "I have to get back to work. I'll see you later, okay?"
It looked like there was something else Winn wanted to say, but she looked so...content, that he didn't want to possibly ruin it with what he wanted to say. Besides, he'd already made sure she knew what he wanted to convey. "See you later."
Anais nodded and walked into the employee lounge room. There she made herself a nice coffee then returned to her office. Of course when she walked in and saw a large rectangular box sitting on her desk, she was perplexed.
As she walked further into the room, she looked around to see if anyone else was waiting for her. But it was empty. She came to the side of her desk and put her coffee down.
The box, which resembled more like a present, was shiny silver and seemed to have something white sticking out from one end. She moved to her chair where the white stuck out and pulled it out. It was a note card.
Anna, I'm so sorry about your suit. I thought I was doing what was best for you but Lena's fundraiser proved you are more than capable of taking care of yourself. I'm just the annoying tech guy pulling you down. You're Solar. You've got this.
Winn
It was impossible not to smile so big. Anais put the note down and pulled the lid off her present. Inside, nearly tucked, was her pastel orange suit. Her matching mask laid over it.
Welcome Home Baby Brother (a Queen!Reader x Malcolm Merlyn verse one shot)...
IMAGINE...being the eldest child to Robert Queen, (Being in a relationship with Malcolm Merlyn,) and having your baby brother, Oliver, come back from the dead after five, long years.
Word Count: 1,868
Warning: Possible out-of-character canon characters! Spoilers for any readers who haven’t watched Arrow (I guess lol)
A/N: This one got longer than I expected it to so I’ve decided to make it a two parter! PART SEVEN(7) will be a continuation of Oliver’s return home!
A/N2: I hope you all enjoy!
PT 1 2 3 4 5 7
(GIF ISNT MINE FOUND IT ON GOOGLE IMAGE! WILL REMOVE IF ASKED)
“You killed my Father and Brother.” The words had spilled from your mouth with so much belief, each syllable coated with a venom that might as well have been acid. You had been so angry, and your words had caused you to grow even more so.
You had stared across that coffee table at Malcolm, each of you seated on separate lush couches in his Merlyn Global, Starling City Branch office. Your gaze was made of daggers, your hands tightened into fists as you spoke once more.
“I don’t know why, not yet, but I will find out somehow and when I do…when I get proof that you caused the Queen’s Gambit to go down, I will watch you burn in hell.”
After a quick exchange of words, back and forth, you had sworn you wouldn’t regret your actions as you brought your knee up, driving it into his chest with a force nowhere near what you had meant to hit him with.
You hadn’t thought that you would regret hitting him, taking your anger and well-hidden grief out on him.
You had believed so deeply the whispered secrets you had accidentally overheard Moira and Frank say in the entry hall of your family’s mansion, there had never been a reason not to believe your dead father’s wife, and that belief had led you to Malcolm’s office. That belief led you to drive your knee into his chest after realizing how big his hands were compared to your own, after realizing that Malcolm wasn’t a man to mess with, after realizing that...that for once in your life you had been rash and let your emotions cloud your better judgement.
You had sworn not to regret it, he argued otherwise as his hand wrapped tightly around your throat.
You still believed that he had done something to your father’s yacht.
Malcolm swore otherwise. He had been oh, so convincing.
Even now, that moment between the two of you - the first ever kiss you had shared - was cloaked in confusion for you. Why had it happened? It came out of nowhere. Had he said something else before his lips were pressed to your own? Was it really just you staring up at him like an injured animal, confused and hopeless, that pulled him forward and led to that kiss?
Was there another moment you weren’t aware of? Something that even now was out of place, hidden in plain sight?
You were left so confused after that. Every time you saw him, for months after, all you could do was fight against whatever pull he had suddenly gained on you. Breathless with your thoughts always racing, you had sworn to yourself that Malcolm hadn’t killed your father and brother, but you had already placed yourself in Malcolm’s radar and even if you had truly wanted nothing to do with him, there was no way he would have allowed it until he was done.
Confused or not. Understanding what you were getting yourself into or not.
You chose Malcolm Merlyn to be your one selfish thing in life after spending your entire life being the good girl. The Golden Queen Child. The one who never stepped a single toe out of line.
Whether it ended badly or not...whether Malcolm turned out to be the bad guy or not...you chose him and all the pain that came with him.
You may have underestimated how much pain that was.
And what that pain could cause when left to fester and spill over.
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“...believed to have died five years ago when his family’s yacht went down during a storm, Starling City’s Oliver Queen - of Queen’s Consolidated - has been found alive...”
On television sets across the country this broadcast was being shown. For complete strangers, it meant nothing to them. Wow. A billionaire playboy had been found after his family’s boat was lost at sea. Cool. For those in Starling City who knew of the Queen family, of Oliver in particular, there was a mixed reaction. Some were excited to have the well-known party boy back in town; the city was never dull with Oliver Queen around. For others, there was apprehension and sadness. If Oliver was alive, what about the others who had been on that yacht with him? Why did Oliver get to live, and the others didn’t?
And you?
For you it meant everything.
You were alone in the home you shared with Malcolm; he was overseas on a business trip and you had just returned from a very long day at Queen’s Consolidated when your late-father’s wife had called in a rush, ordering you to turn on the nearest television.
Whatever you had expected it to be, it certainly wasn’t a news broadcast reporting your baby brother to still be alive. Reporting that Oliver had survived the Gambit going down, reporting that Oliver had been shipwrecked for the last five years, and reporting that your father’s only son was on his way home.
Shock wasn’t a strong enough word to describe the feeling that immediately settled in your stomach when realization of what the news broadcast was reporting finally registered.
You could hear Moira saying something on the other end just before the call ended, your step mother having hung up.
Your cell was abandoned on the coffee table as you sat on the couch, watching the broadcast over and over. At one point, there was a far away live feed showing an airstrip and a crowd of people screaming as a dozen people descended from the single airplane that sat on the runway.
You couldn’t make out which was your brother; all of them kept their heads down and hurried to the awaiting cars.
Was it really him? Was he truly alive?
How long had you prayed for this? How long had you asked God for a miracle and to bring back Oliver? You had even offered up your own life if it meant your stepmother and Thea would have Oliver back.
And now it’s happening. And instead of taking his place, we’re both alive. We’re both here...neither of us will be taken away from Moira and Thea.
There was no thought then about the changes that happened in your family; there was no thought about things that rock Oliver’s world, about the things that were going to be a shock - things that could upset him.
Moira and Walter.
Malcolm and I.
Thea’s attitude.
Tommy and Laurel...whatever is happening between the two of them even if Tommy tries to hide it.
You wondered if your father had had any last words. You wondered if Oliver had been there with him if Robert Queen had lived long enough to say goodbye to his middle child.
And you wondered what kind of person Oliver was returning to Starling City as. Was he a playboy still? What horrors had he been forced to live through on that island?
Are you still my baby brother, Ollie?
Please. Please still be my baby brother.
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How is one meant to act as they stand in their family’s home, waiting for a long-believed dead family member to be brought home?
You wished you had the answer as you stood in the living room, heart racing, and waited for Moira to return home. Nervously, you played with the ring on your left hand and hoped that everything went alright at the hospital.
“...your room is exactly as you left it...”
You met Walter’s gaze only briefly before he was heading into the entrance hall to greet your stepmother and brother.
You followed, remaining in the doorway - taking a moment to take Oliver in.
He looked the same. And the smile he gave your family’s maid, Raisa, melted your heart. There he was. Your sweet, baby brother.
A door shut from upstairs, drawing Oliver’s attention just as Raisa informed Moira that “Mr. Merlyn” would be joining the family for dinner.
Tommy, of course, as Malcolm was still away on business.
You barely acknowledged that small exchange, honestly, as you watched Oliver focus entirely on the stairs. On Thea.
Your heart broke all over again at their reunion; tears streaming down your cheeks as you watched your baby brother and baby sister interact after the tragedy that had fallen your family that fateful night when the Gambit went down during that storm.
Look at them dad. Look at us.
You weren't sure where the thought came from; it had been so long since you had thought about what your father would think if he could see the family he left behind. It reminded you of the pain and the sadness you had felt when you realized that only Oliver had returned, that Robert Queen was truly gone forever.
“Y/n,” Oliver’s voice saying your name pulled you from your thoughts before you could spiral down any further.
At first it didn't even register that he had spoken, and then you lifted your gaze and met his, stared back at your brother who looked so happy after reuniting with Thea. Happy, but with a darkened undertone that later you would wonder how much Oliver had gone through while he was shipwrecked?
Still, even with the onslaught of curiosity and thought...a sob ripped its way from your chest as you rushed forward and finally hugged your brother, holding Oliver for the first time in five years (but oh lord did it feel like so much longer).
"Oh Oliver. Olive." Thea and others referred to him with the nickname Ollie, but he had always been Olive to you. Since the day five year old you so proudly and confidently held newborn Oliver Queen for the very first time and swore to protect him with your own life.
As the two of you got older, your use of the nickname had faded; Oliver got older and became embarrassed by it, but as it slipped from your lips then your brother didn't cringe away from you as he would have years earlier, instead, Oliver's arms tightened around you and softly whispered the nickname he had childishly given you when he was a baby just learning to talk. A nickname he hadn't used since he became a teenager.
There was so much you wanted to tell him; so much you just wanted to start catching him up on. You wanted to apologize for being a bitch toward him the last time you saw him; for treating him like he was a mistake and worthless, useless to the Queen family name...
He knew. You knew that your baby brother knew how sorry you were and how grateful you were to have him back by that bright, Oliver Queen smile he gave you when the two of you finally ended your hug.
“Y/n/n,” your nickname, again, fell from Oliver’s mouth and you wanted to start breathing all over again. “You still look bossy.”
“Yeah well...” you cleared your throat and laughed shortly, “I have two younger siblings who need a bossy older sister. They’re always getting into trouble, you know.”
Oliver just chuckled and whispered, “Don’t I know it.”
You smiled, at the time oblivious to the hidden something in his words.
*
A/N3: I hope you all enjoyed it and that it’s a worthy addition to the series! Apologies for it taking a while to get typed out and posted! Please consider liking, reblogging, leaving a comment, and donating to my Kofi! Thank you so much! Please stay safe and healthy!
Summary: (Y/n)- and almost everyone else around them- was convinced that Barry and them were either together or on the way there. So, when Barry and Iris get together, there are a lot of questions from all angles.
Author's Note: I love Iris and Barry, but y'all are gonna need to roll with me on this.
I am so tempted to write some kind of part two to this to make (Y/n) happy.
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I don't know at what point I accepted that Barry and I were a thing, or almost a thing, I guess. We just seemed to kinda fall into it.
It was small things.
We'd spend all our time together, he'd greet me first after saving the day, I'd be the person to call him when we needed help.
It had even gotten to the point that the people around us thought that we were an item. Cisco would tease us both, Caitlin would hide her amused grin at our interactions, and hell, even Joe seemed to approve of us.
I learned the truth when Barry got back from saving the day and ran to Iris first instead of me. I quickly dropped my arms and looked over at Caitlin and Cisco. Caitlin looked guilty, now looking more at the floor than at me. Cisco wouldn't look at me.
I just watched as Barry leaned in and kissed her.
My heart dropped.
I left as soon as I could without drawing too much attention to myself. I couldn't hold back my tears enough to get out of the building. I ended up curled up on the floor by the door to the lab.
I felt like a baby. An idiot.
I would've thought I just misread the signals, but that wasn't what happened here. He had kissed. We were affectionate. I thought we were together. I just couldn't figure out what I had missed. I was left confused and angry and tired all at the same time.
"(Y/n)?"
I wiped my eyes when I heard someone speak. I looked at the door. Barry was already looking at me while trying to slowly close the door.
"Hey," he mumbled, going to sit next to me. "I saw you head out. You alright?"
"No," I said bluntly. What was the point in denying it? "No, I'm not."
"What's wrong?"
"'What's wrong,'" I repeated back to him in disbelief. "What, did the speed force mess with your brain cells? What do you think is wrong?"
He just kind of stared at me for a moment, shocked at my bluntness. When he looked down, I knew he understood why I was angry.
"It's about Iris-"
"It's about you," I snapped.
He sighed.
"What was the plan," I asked. "Not tell me and I'd be just fine? We... We were something, Barry. And you just suddenly roll in and start kissing someone else. Everyone in that room noticed, you idiot."
He looked at me. He didn't respond at all. I could almost feel my heart breaking. He couldn't even offer me some kind of explanation.
"I fucking loved you," I muttered, looking down at my lap. "So fucking much."
"(Y/n)-"
"Did you love me," I asked, looking at him. "Did you care for me romantically at all? Or was I a distraction until you could get the person you really wanted?"
He opened his mouth but stopped and closed it again.
"Oh my God-"
"(Y/n)-"
"You son of a bitch."
I stood up and stormed out of the room, heading toward the exit. Barry didn't try to follow me. He just let me leave with no attempt to fix anything.
And the worst part?
I would've done it all again. If he had asked me to, I would've stayed by his side. I would've kissed him and stayed with him if he could've gotten the words out.
And the thought of that made me sick to my stomach.
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Masterlist (Includes links to All Writing Challenges)
Imagine…
Falling asleep in the arrow cave and waking up to Oliver
Fandom: Arrow (CW), ArrowVerse
Word: 300+ (Ficlet)
Tags: Fluff, Possible OOC (You can inform me of that one)
Ko-Fi + Podfics & Social links
You did not know how long you have been asleep in the ArrowCave, but you know that you have been asleep long enough that you can have a crick in your neck from the position you held from sleeping over on the desk.
You woke up with a groan, your eyes adjusting to the lights of the base. As your eyes came into focus, you were met with blue eyes staring back at you. Your heart caught at your throat not expecting to see anyone here,
Oliver‘s lips curled up into a gentle smile placing his arrows down that he was finicking with "You know," he started, "maybe it’s not the best idea for you to be sleeping with in the base; bad for your neck."
"Oh yeah," you rubbed the back of your neck, "wasn’t really my plan. It sort of just happened." You motioned over to the case files that you have been working on, swearing to yourself that these files were not this organized before you had fell out of consciousness.
"Everyone has already gone home, I thought I would keep you company in case you wake up in a panic seeing that the place was emptied out for the day."
"Oh," you looked at him unblinkingly.
"How about I get you some tea or maybe coffee then I walk you home? Unless you do plan on sleeping on the desk all night, though I do not recommend it," He said standing off from the seat.
"Yeah, yeah, I’ll take that coffee," You huffed out amused still a bit dazed from your sleep.
You pause, staring down at your files then at his retreating figure as he went off to fetch a drink. You called out to him and he paused turning back to you. You stared at him for a moment then smiled thanking him.
Ship/Matchup Request: Male Romantic ship from Twilight and Arrowverse? And I'm ginger a bit chubby. Autistic I self hate a lot and have freckles galore.
From Twilight I ship you with….Jasper Hale!!!
Given Jasper’s gift he’ll pick up on and feel everything you feel making it easier for him to help understand and comfort you. He’s patient and dedicated. He’ll stay with you for no matter how long whether you want him to or not. He really likes to keep as close to you as he can without making you feel uncomfortable or overwhelmed. Whenever he catches you feeling particularly negative, Jasper will use his gift to ease away those bad feelings and to calm you.
As for Arrowverse I ship you with…..Ray Palmer!!!
Ray is a real sweetheart. He just absolutely thinks the world of you. He adores all your freckles and definitely counts them. It’ll become one of his favorite things to do, especially if the two of you make a game out of it trying to find the exact number of freckles you actually have. Ray is a BIG cuddler so if that’s something you also love then he’s your man. It’s probably is second favorite thing to do aside from counting your freckles. He really just likes to hold you in his arms. He doesn’t mind how squishy you are, in fact he finds that it adds to the cuddling. Ray would really love to share his science-y facts/ideas or his nerdy interests with you. It would be even better if you also had your own nerdy interests then the two of you could bond over them or get each other into new things.
