Snowed in…elsewhere. by @tllgrrl aka Nefertiri Jones
Relationships: Sarah Wilson/Bucky Barnes | Rated: SFW
Summary: It’s going to be 70 degrees at home in Delacroix, Louisiana, but the two of them are snowed in…elsewhere.
”…and the snow is still falling, blanketing the Eastern Seaboard. All flights in and out of La Guardia have been cancelled for the past 18 hours and now, all flights out of DC are cancelled as well, leaving passengers stranded at…”
Sarah opens her eyes and sees the Weather Channel lady in front of a map with snowflake graphics covering a large swath of the East Coast, from above New York State, down past Washington DC.
The scrolling text lists airlines that canceled what flights coming into or leaving which airports.
There’s La Guardia…and there’s the flight they were supposed to be on yesterday afternoon. Today’s flights are also canceled.
She feels Bucky’s arm tighten around her and a scratchy face nuzzling her shoulder.
She sees their backpacks and carry-ons still waiting over by the door…and his warm hand opens on her breast as he kisses the nape of her neck.
“Molo, baby,” sleep still in his voice, making it all deeply rumbly in his chest. She feels it on her back.
Yesterday morning after breakfast, they learned that their late afternoon flight out had been canceled. All flights out were canceled.
She had a good cry, phoned the kids, and he brought his mattress into the living room area of the loft.
They made a blanket fort, where they spent the day reading, listening to music, dancing and napping.
After dinner, they watched movies, and he snuggled her closer. “This isn’t so bad, nandi. Better being here together like this than stuck, snowed-in at the airport. We’ll get home to Delacroix before Christmas Eve.”
“Mmmm, true, baby.”
And he kissed her. And kissed her.
And she kissed him right back.
They fell asleep…afterward…with Netflix’s Fireplace video on the TV, as snow fell on Brooklyn.
How would the slashers (Michael,Jason,Candyman,Vincent,and pinhead)react to their s/o squirting
We all know what's under the cut:
Michael: Michael doesn't notice at first. He's too busy fucking you to realize the mess you've made. Once he's done, he'll take stock of how wet things are down there. He thinks you've peed on him at first, but when he realizes that you look incredibly pleased rather than embarrassed, he connects the dots. Get ready for another round, because now he's curious and wants to see it for himself this time.
Jason: Like Michael, Jason thinks you've peed on him at first. He doesn't really have a reaction to it, mainly because you don't. When you sigh and settle back down into the pillows, he thinks maybe he was wrong about the whole peeing thing. Perhaps one more round to test his theory?
Daniel: Unlike the two above, he understands what's up and gloats with pride. He made you squirt, just him, his mouth, and a hell of a lot of time and patience. He holds you close as your ragged breath evens out once more. He isn't going to say anything, not right then, he'll wait until next time. Right then, you needed some rest. He'd be there when you woke up.
Vincent: Vincent was just plain surprised when you squirt on him. Of course he understands what's happened, he's heard Bo talk about it before, but he never thought HE would be able to do it. He fills the same sort of pride in his chest swell within him as when he finishes a particularly engaging piece. You collapse onto him and he holds you tightly. He's sure right then that he's never going to let you go.
Hellraiser: This was the expected outcome. You two had been at this for hours by now. With one last final shudder, he allows you to collapse onto the bed, completely and utterly satiated. With his job being half done, he begins on taking care of you, cleaning things up, making sure you've drank your water, and that you're tucked away safely. He doesn't need to sleep, but he sits by your bedside, silently promising you that he'd be there the moment you awoke.
Snapemas 2020 Day 10 Slippery Slope: Snockhart Edition
Everything about their situation was a slippery slope. They had barely known each other for a year when they had started flirting, which, from Severus' point of veiw, was the quickest development in a relationship he had ever experienced. He usually didn't trust people enough to let them in, let alone so quickly or in this way.
And the flirting had progressed quickly too, soon turning into soft touches and secret conversations when they knew no one else was around. They even had jokes that no one else understood and were safe enough to say around others without ruining their fun. Severus had hopes that whatever they were together would progress just as quickly into a full relationship.
So when he had learned about some of the secrets that Gilderoy was hiding, hiding from him, it was a downwards spiral for Severus. He couldn't even report to the headmaster right for a few weeks. He, reasonably, had known that many of the things Gilderoy had written in his books were fake. He was a con man, a cheat, and a damn good lier, so it shouldn't have come as a surprise.
And yet, Severus fell. Hard. So learning that someone who you could have been in love with, much to soon to say but he was saying it anyways, could be lying to you. Sure he could lie to everyone else and Severus wouldn't have cared, but he lied to him. And it burned. Yet he still loved Gil, and for some reason he couldn't stop.
After a month (or two), trying so hard to work out his feelings and forget the man who had lied to him, Severus decided to visit Gilderoy in the hospital. Just to prove to himself that it was over and that it had been to fast to begin with. He was a spy and very good at getting into places he shouldn't have been, so no one needed to know he was even there.
But then he saw Gil's eyes. He was staring out the window, which would have been much better than staring out into the bleak hospital room if it wasn't for the fact the window was badly placed and only showed a brick wall. He didn't seem to be looking at anything at all, let alone able to see Severus when he moved to stands in front of him.
"Gil?" Severus barely noticed that he had spoken out loud, but Gilderoy didn't even flinch. He just kept staring into nothing. Normally an overdone obliviate wouldn't have done this, shouldn't have been able to do this.
Taking a breath "Gil, it's me. Gil it's Severus, look at me." That got Gilderoy to move. He did as Severus asked and looked over at him but his eyes, Severus saw nothing in them.
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A slippery slope indeed, he thought, thinking back to the months he had spent trying to work out a cure. How, every night he saw Gilderoy's eyes in his head as he worked, first normal and full of life and then how they looked in that hospital room. So cold and dead. It spured him into action, and although it took him months to get it right, he still worked it out eventually.
He hadn't expected what would follow though. He though they would get into an argument about the secrets, the lies, Severus "nature" (especially when it came to saving people, he had been told) but none of that happened.
It had been less than a day since he had given the cure to St Mungo's when Gilderoy had burst I to his office, still in a hospital gown.
"Gil? I-" he didn't have much time, or much breath, left to say anything more as Gilderoy jumped into his arms and kissed him hard. By the time he pulled away both if them were crying and had never been happier.
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@deepperplexity asked to be tagged ^-^
They did wind up talking about everything they had gone through and had lied about latter but that doesn't happen in this drabble. Woopsie.
Help, I think the new kid in class who gets straight A’s and lives in the house at the end of the road – right next to the woods – might be a fairy?!? AU
(Also posted to AO3)
Eddie had been watching the new kid from afar for a solid month before he first realised that something was off about him. Of course, if you asked him, he didn’t know much about the new kid, had never even once looked his way, and honestly couldn’t care less about him. He knew he was lying, his best friend Bill knew he was lying, most of the class knew he was lying at this point, but it was one of the unspoken secrets that no one ever brought up to Eddie’s face.
The Toziers had moved into town at the end of November. The whole town, it seemed, had been waiting to see who would more into the old house, which had stood vacant for the better part of a year before the ‘sold’ sign was dug into the front lawn. They finally got to find out on a Saturday morning. The weather had started getting a bit chilly during the past two weeks, the wind pulling bright colored leaves from trees, and most people didn’t leave home without at least a coat. The new family, however, had seemed not to notice the temperature dropping daily, and were still dressed as if they were living in sunny California, where they were moving from. People had seen Maggie, the mother, wearing a long, loose, grey sundress, a cardigan tied around her waist, grabbing boxes from the family car and walking to the house. The eldest, a son with unruly dark hair and big round glasses, had not been any better, sporting a tank top and jeans. They both had been unaffected by the cold, chatting animatedly as they emptied the minivan. Once they were done, they walked into the house and weren’t seen again until three days later, when Diana, the cashier at Walgreens, said she rang up an insane amount of groceries for two people and talked to the boy (‘’Very polite, a nice young man’’).
Two weeks later was the day Eddie had seen the boy for the first time. As he walked in for his first class of the morning, he saw a teen he’d never seen before sitting at the back of the room. This had surprised Eddie, since he prided himself on getting to class ten minutes early everyday and usually never saw anyone until the first bell rang. He sat at his desk, taking out his books like he always did. He didn’t talk, neither did the other teen, sitting in silence until class began.
His mom had warned him about the newcomers (‘’We don’t know much about them, Eddie-bear, but they are strange. Different. You should definitely stay away from them, honey’’). Eddie, however, couldn’t stop staring. He stared all through second period, looked at him from the corner of his eye during lunch, and stole glances all the way until the last bell of the day rang and Eddie was left wondering where the day had gone.
The first thing that ticked Eddie off about Richie was how he missed school every couple days, yet none of the teachers ever said anything about it. (‘’It just doesn’t make any sense! He complained to Bill about it. Why wouldn’t he get into any trouble for it, but we skip one class and they threaten us with detention?’’)
Bill shrugged, putting down his sandwich, and told him, bluntly, that if he was that curious about it, he should find out the truth himself. Eddie scoffed – ridiculous! First of all, he didn’t care about it that much, no matter what Bill thought, and even if he did, he wasn’t the type to nose around and spy on people!
Which is how, two days later, Eddie found himself spying on Richie Tozier after math class. He had missed school the days before, and Eddie wanted to see how he was going to get out of this one. He stayed behind, taking forever to pack his backpack, while the new kid talked with their teacher, a balding middle-aged man who was known to be unforgiving to slackers and bad students. He was expecting the dark-haired teen to get told off, maybe (hopefully) yelled at a little, but was surprised to hear the teacher laugh along to whatever he was saying.
- Right, Mr S, thanks for understanding! I knew the rumours about you weren’t true. You do have a heart!
- You’re a funny one, Tozier. Make sure to do the homework before next class or you’ll get behind for the exam!
He’d never heard the teacher talk that way ever, and Eddie couldn’t really believe what he’d just witnessed had actually happened. It was so out of character! If any other student had done this, had said this, they would get detention for at least a week. As he picked up his bag and left the classroom, he couldn’t help but feel disappointed. He hadn’t truly learned anything, except that the Tozier kid apparently had a way with words that saved him from getting detention.
He walked to his locker, thinking about how he was going to tell Bill at lunch that his plan was no good. A hand on his shoulder made him jump. He looked to his left to see Richie Tozier grinning down at him.
- If you wanted to talk to me that badly, you should have just done it, instead of staring at me like a cute little stalker!
He then winked comically. Eddie scoffed. The first time he was talking to him and he was already annoyed with him.
From that day on, Richie walked with him between classes and sometimes hung out with Eddie and Bill at lunch, which is how Eddie figured out the second thing that wasn’t quite right with Richie Tozier.
Summary: Dean has heard many screams before... But this one is new.
A/N: So, i found this in my notes this morning. I have this really weird super power where sometimes i write while im asleep. And... Thats what happened here so... Enjoy.
FEEDBACK IS MY SUSTENANCE!!!!
Everything happened all at once, people were hurt, mistakes were made, and stupid accidents happened.
Dean Winchester had heard all sorts of screams. The screams of a banshee, the screams of a person dying in agony, the screams of different kinds of monsters, the screams of his mother, of his father, of his brother, of his best friend, and worst of all…
The screams of you, his wife, and of your son, his child.
Pain is an evident thing in this world. You can choose to let it, and it’s existence, control your life. Or you can fight it, you can know that all the pain in the world, it eventually comes to an end.
Dean overpowered the pain time and time again. He had to, he always had to. He had his little brother to worry about. Would Sammy be okay? Especially if he was hunting… would he survive on his own? Dean had faith in his brother, he knew Sam would be alright, but that didn’t ease the worry.
Then came you, the strangest woman this Winchester had ever come in contact with.
At first he didn’t trust you. He didn’t know you, so of course he didn’t trust you. You just came waltzing into his life like you belonged there, like you owned the place. And of course, now you do.
Neither of you expected to have children, it wasn’t on your to do list, it wasn’t something you were planning or even hoping for, but when you’re married to a man who looks like that… well, things happen.
You were Deans life, his very existence was now steady on you, as your own existence was on him. You were a family, you, Dean and Sam. Together you could fight the world and you knew you’d win. But then with the baby… well, baby makes four was a strange thing.
Dean had been in shock of course, but ultimately pretty excited and scared. Same 'new dad’ routine you’d witnessed in people over the years. The only difference was that you were pretty sure no one else worried about a werewolf eating their kids or Satan himself trying to use their child against them.
When time came and your son was born, everything fit into place. It was like that puzzle piece that had been missing since you opened the packaging of your relationship was finally discovered, hiding away in one of the folds of the box.
Placing down the piece, well… the picture was a good one. And you loved it.
You lived a normal life, well… semi normal anyway. Your son went to school, you made friends. You were still always the weird one, but you were okay with that. The other moms and women could talk all they wanted, you still had the best looking guy, and just the best guy all around. You knew it, and they knew it.
Fast forward to now. Your son is only four years old. Completely innocent, just a sweet boy, who loves his daddy, who loves his mommy, who should never have come out of the shadows, who should have stayed hidden like his father told him.
And then there it was. The scream that Dean had never heard, the scream of a childless mother. Of a woman who found her baby, no matter the age, it was her baby, this scream pierced his heart and stabbed him. He was dazed, and it took him a moment before he realized with horror…
That scream was coming from you.
Dean looked to see you across the way, crouched on the ground with your son, enveloped in your arms, you muttered and cried, begging your child to wake up, to open his eyes and look at you. It was desperation, because you knew he was gone.
It was just a total accident, a fluke. He wasn’t supposed to be there, but he was… and now he paid the price for it. But so did you.
Dean practically crawled to you, injured and bruised as he made his way to you. Each cry you released sent a pang to his heart, he almost couldn’t hold back the tears… almost.
You were rocking your four year old in your arms, tears streaming down your face as you held him. Dean approached you, gently placing a hand on your shoulder.
“Y/N.” He whispered, gently trying to take away your child.
You flinched, then jerked away, kicking back and away from him.
“No!” You practically screamed, but Dean was persistent, and tried again,
“Y/N.” He said soothingly, again trying to remove the small boy from your arms. But alas, your motherly instincts were stuck, you refused to let anyone, ANYONE touch your child, even his own father. He was yours, your child. And you alone had failed to protect the most precious thing in your life.
You fought back at Dean, turning away from him as you held the child. “He’s mine, he’s my baby. You can’t have him you can’t take him away!” You cried, utterly heartbroken.
That wasn’t even a strong enough word for it… heartbroken.
Dean saw the agony you were in, and yes… it was agony, because he was your child. And he was gone. Your husband looked at you and almost couldn’t handle himself. His son, gone. His wife, suffering a pain he couldn’t heal. And he himself was suffering the loss of a child now, his emotions were betraying him, kicking him in the gut.
You remained curled up, scooted away from Dean as the man sat on his knees, he looked at you with pain in his eyes. He didn’t know what to do… this wasn’t something he could fix.
He wanted to reach out and touch you, but he knew you needed a moment. And he gave that to you.
The both of you remained there for a while. Sam was the only on looker. The pain that man felt for the both of you, watching you lose your child. He hated it, wishing he could turn back time.
Finally you calmed down, and Dean managed to touch you. He gently tried again, to remove your child from your arms, but again you resisted.
“No,” you begged, “no please, he’s mine… he’s my baby.”
Dean kissed your forehead, his arms wrapping around you and the child, his green eyes turning to meet the gaze of his brother, and with a shared look Sam nodded and came towards you.
As you sobbed against Dean, finally accepting the comfort of your husband, Sam walked up and gently, carefully removed your child from your arms.
It took about a millisecond for it to register, you shot up and struggled to get him back, but Dean stood with you, keeping you wrapped tightly in his arms. You kicked and cried, trying to reach for your child, desperate to hold your baby.
That was when you noticed the funeral pire.
It felt like someone punched you in the throat and the heart at the exact same time, you cried, kicking, you began screaming, and the screams only got louder as you watched Sam wrap up your child.
“No, NO HE’S MY BABY PLEASE GOD NO!!” You begged and cried, fighting Deans grip. He only held you, his arm wrapped around you, one hand held your head against his chest, his arms firmly gripping you, taking the brunt of your pain and anger as you fought him.
You both watched, a piece of your heart dying as Sam placed your child on the small pire, lighting it and watching as the flames began to overtake the bundle of wood. You felt like you couldn’t breathe.
You couldn’t breathe.
Your innocent child was gone. And you were left to scream and cry and beg, but to no avail…
Because he was never coming back. And not Dean holding you could ease that pain, nothing could. And for Dean? All he could do was watch the flames lick the sky as his heart hardened, just a little bit more, as he tried to focus on anything but his own personal agony.
Sparrabeth fic for the first line thing: "And exactly how did you anticipate this going?"
“And exactly how did you anticipate this going?“
Elizabeth blinked at Jack, the question surprised her and she stretched a little before she curled into him, she did not think her contemplation would be noticed – not when they were still naked and there so many other distractions on offer.
“It went wonderfully,” she assured him. “But I thought I would feel differently after.”
This earned her an arched eyebrow and she blushed a little as she explained. “I thought I would feel,” she considered before she offered, “satisfied.”
It was the wrong thing to say and Jack’s offended expression made her laugh as she pressed him down into the bunk with a kiss. “I don’t mean like that. I meant.” She paused, struggling for the right way to phrase her dilemma. “It feels like having a delicious meal after a week of ship’s biscuit,” she said. “But all it really does is make you realise how hungry you are.”
Jack pulled her down into the pillows with. “Ah,” he said archly, his dark eyes gleaming wickedly in a way that only made Elizabeth tingle with anticipation. “A lady of appetites. I shall do my very best to be obliging.”
He looks up sharply at the tone; accusatory words, but strained, as though they had burst forth against the will of the speaker. He had not even realized that Taran had followed him into the room.
It is unlike the boy to be anything but reverential to a fault in his presence, but it is no trouble guessing what manner of passion drives him now. Taran's face is flushed in anger, but his gaze is pained and troubled, torn in many different directions.
Gwydion winces at the sight. At the sound of his own misgivings spoken aloud by this boy, who once thought he could do no wrong. Any such utterance by a warrior or advisor under his command would bring on a swift reprimand for insubordination. But he cannot bring himself to stern speech now. It is all he can do to look Taran in the face.
In the face. He realizes, with a sudden little chill, that the boy is as tall as he is. He stands, in this cramped chamber in Dinas Rhydnant, silhouetted against a window; slim, but broad-shouldered, straight as an arrow, his head thrown back in challenge. Their eyes meet on a straight, even line.
He waits, stoic, for whatever must be said.
Taran swallows hard. "You used her as bait. You knew it was dangerous, and you didn't warn her. You didn't let me warn her. We could have...made her part of the plan, and instead you just let her--" he breaks off, his breath labored.
Gwydion struggles. An insidious whisper in his mind reminds him that it is outrageous to be expected to explain himself to an underling. Better judgment wins; he measures his words carefully. "I did. I said, at the time, that I was not happy. There was nothing else to be done."
Taran looks away abruptly, out the window, his knuckles white against the sill. A muscle twitches in his jaw. "I remember." It's a thick, resentful mutter. " I followed your orders. I watched and waited and stayed at the castle. I did everything I was told and I still-" He cuts himself off before his voice can betray him completely. "She was almost lost."
Lost.
Gwydion stiffens. A wave of grief washes over him, as though it were yesterday; that white-faced messenger bringing news no one wanted.
The rumors are confirmed. The island lies in ruin; only the castle still stands, and it barely. The queen's body was found, unmarked but lifeless, upon the dais in the great hall.
And the princess?
He had asked it in a tone whose implications no one present could possibly have mistaken.
Angharad?
A whisper, reluctant. A traitorous elopement. Disappeared. Not seen to leave the island; presumed dead.
Lost.
Taran is staring at him again with that expression of uncomprehending anguish, the face of one who has discovered that the gods of his childhood are mere men after all. Gwydion has no words, remembering the blind rage at some unknown man; the need to blame, to accuse, to find a reason for his pain. To turn anger into a shield against it.
"You are angry," he acknowledges, finally, "as am I, that anyone dear to you should come to such peril. Especially if it could have been avoided. And perhaps, in this, I erred. Given more time, perhaps I could have found another way." He sighs, feeling suddenly weary, and runs a hand across his face, pulling at his own clenched jaw to loosen it. "It is not given to any one of us to know every possible outcome of our decisions. I did what I must. More lives than Eilonwy's were at stake."
Before the last words are cool in the air, he regrets them, for Taran recoils. "Is that what it means to be a prince? A leader?" The betrayal is as palpable as bile in his voice. "To be willing to sacrifice one for the sake of all? Any bait will do, if it will trap an enchantress who threatens your crown?"
The words sting like a lash and the Prince fights down the anger they threaten to release, but a thread of it runs through his return. "A leader will sacrifice himself before any other. As I would have lain down my life, no less than you, for her. Do not think, had we lost her, that I would not suffer as keenly."
A face burns into his mind's eye; sea-green eyes and an arch expression crowned in red-gold; he shuts his eyes and turns his back toward the boy. This boy who loves the girl who should have been--
But he never allows himself to think that.
The sound of the sea, a distant mournful rumble, drifts in through the window.
Taran stammers, his voice low and cowed. "My lord, I...I'm sorry." Gwydion turns back, gazes at him impassively. "I spoke out of my own grief," the boy continues. "It was insolent of me to question you. Forgive me."
"Nay," the Prince murmurs, "It is I who asks your forgiveness."
The anguished face turns to him, disbelieving.
"You asked if it means this, to be a leader," Gwydion says. "I tell you: sometimes there is no good way. Sometimes all ways are bleak, and you must choose the one that seems least so." He takes a step toward the window, stands beside Taran, looking out. "Whatever the outcome, some - perhaps many -who look to you will be unhappy. And you must bear the weight of their unhappiness, as willingly as you accept their praise and admiration when all is right with their world."
Taran bows his head. "I would not add to your burden."
"We all add to one another's burden," Gwydion answers, "as well as to each other's joys. And that is why we all bear them - or enjoy them - together. Such is the lot not only of a prince and a leader but an assistant pig-keeper as well, if they mean to stay friends."
Taran meets his eyes again, a glimmer of humor touching the corners of his gaze. "It hardly sounds fitting, does it?"
Gwydion smiles. "Then say not a prince and a pig-keeper," he replies, "but one man and another - no more or less."
The boy blinks, and blinks again, and his face flushes dark. His drooping shoulders straighten and he turns to look out again, obviously both pleased and embarrassed, though in his eyes the Prince can still see sadness - the monument to a buried idol.
Taran clears his throat. "Lord Gwydion," he says, and hesitates, before continuing, haltingly, "Do you think a princess would ever marry a...well, someone who isn't a prince? Or even nobly-born at all?" He glances at him anxiously.
Gwydion forces his face into a smile he does not feel, and hopes his voice holds no trace of revelatory bitterness.
"I am told," he admits, "that it is not without precedent in certain families."
Lori Danvers was Lillian Luthor’s project, a way to create her own unique weapon and perhaps in a way control Lena in a way that she never could. Having had access to Supergirl’s DNA, Lillian created Project X. When Lillian visits Luthor Corp, Lena has the right to be suspicious when Lillian tries to once again bury the hatchet.
She follows Lillian and is captured by Project Cadmus. When Lena doesn’t return any of Kara’s calls, the girl of steel gets worried and decides to look for Lena herself after the DEO ignores her requests. Kara with Winn’s help tracks Lena’s phone to the Cadmus Facility. Inside, Kara discovers the unthinkable, a tied up Lena and worse, Lillian preparing to unleash Project X.
Kara frees Lena before Project X can destroy her, leaving Project X and Supergirl to battle it out as Lillian Luthor once again gets away. Meanwhile, Lena Luthor reads up on Project X and calls for both Supergirl and Project X to stop. It’s here that she reveals that Project X is the daughter of both Supergirl and herself. Baffled, astounded, confused and flooded with a myriad of emotions, Supergirl calls the DEO for help.
The DEO arrives and Lena explains to Alex and Maggie the truth of Project X. Leaving all to wonder what to do with the girl, Lena quickly corrects them by saying her name is Lori. Lorelei Luthor for the time being, ultimately the use of Supergirl’s DNA also reveals her secret identity to Lena who had known the truth for quite some time. Kara would have told her when she was ready, as Lena respects Kara Danvers and what she does as Supergirl. Kara is still stunned and taken back by the news that she somehow has a teenage daughter, a daughter with Lena Luthor.
Kara/Supergirl leaves to be alone, but her sister Alex isn’t too far behind. The two have a heart to heart discussion regarding Lori. They return to the DEO where Lori and Lena are waiting. Kara agrees to help Lena with Lori, and asks Lena if it’s alright to have Lori resettle with Eliza, as Lorelei Danvers. Lena fights to keep the Luthor name but realises it’s much easier to hide a superpowered Danvers than it is to hide a Luthor.
Lena visits Lori often, but Kara is a little reluctant to see Lori and seeks advice from Superman who had gone through something similar with Kon-El. Superman tells his cousin to be there for Lori and to avoid his mistakes, while he loves Kon-El he senses that he’s pushed Kon-El to far away. With Lena’s help, Kara begins to see Lori regularly accepting her for who she is, a Luthor and a Danvers.
