prosaic life | kara zor-el
summary: your convo with lex takes a turn when you confess that you're dating supergirl, but in the end... you're the one that gets to happily go home (based on this request)
word count: 2.3k
tags: f!reader, luthor!reader x kara, angst, fluff, kissing <3, lex luthor is many things--but homophobic? nah... lex is lex, hates supergirl/superman
i didn't make a moodboard bc it felt off with how it starts 💀 hope you enjoy!!
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It wasn't what you expect. No exactly. It's strange, because Lex has always been so predictable to you. You had learned how to read every one of his micro expressions at a young age, and how to work around his… tendencies, too.
Telling him about your girlfriend was going to be a very calculated task, because that's how conversations with Lex were. From being eight and telling him that you accidentally muddied his shoes, to being nineteen and showing him your first tattoo, to… now. Telling him you're gay. Telling him that your girlfriend is Supergirl, of all people.
The thing about these confessions is, you've always known how it would end. Lex loves you, you know that it's true. He might huff a hot breath through his nose, but by the end of it he always came to terms. Whether it was an acceptance of the lack of control he had over others, or simply not being bothered by a thing that has nothing to do with him.
But this? This confession came out in a ranted spew. A spiteful response, reacting to his immaturity.
His head tilted, "Why are you defending these aliens so desperately?"
"Because I happen to be dating Supergirl, and you're going on some emotional rampage about how she needs to be 'controlled'. Believe me, she is not someone that can be controlled." It just sort of came out.
"Everything can be controlled, don't let it fool you." He waves a dismissive hand.
You swallow the stone in your throat, shifting in your seat across from him. You were just stopping in to catch up. It's hard, he's your brother. Even after he was so willing to rip the world in two.
It. You know he means Kara. He's disgusting. Nearly unrecognizable to the sibling from your childhood.
"She," you correct, "would've kicked your ass unlike Superman, and you would've deserved every bruise. You act like these people don't have rights."
"Jury's still out," his eyes have that familiar glaze over them. The one you saw on TV the day of his arrest. The one that told you he knows he's losing.
You sigh, the tension from your body giving out, elbows resting on the metal table in front of you. The argument could go all day, but you didn't have that sort of time together. Visitation lasts twenty minutes now, and you had fifteen left. He really wasted no time getting into things.
"I don't know why I come to see you anymore…" you murmur into the phone, looking down at your hands as you fiddle with Kara's ring you snagged from her this morning.
Lex watches. "Because you're fool enough to think I will change."
Your thumb taps the metal band on your pointer. He's right. Your brain knows he never will, that this is who he always was, but your heart wants more.
You look at him again. "Did you even catch on to what I said?"
"That you're dating an unstoppable alien that could destroy the world as we know it as if it was nothing?" He asks sarcastically, his eyes avoiding you now.
"That I'm dating Supergirl." You push through his idiocy.
"Same thing." He shrugs indifferently.
Wasn't this supposed to be some monumental moment to share between brother and sister? Coming out, sharing an intimate part of yourself with a person you spent the majority of your life around? The person you spent your most formative years looking up to, because he really did used to be someone to look up to.
Maybe it's petty to want him to acknowledge it, but there is a part of your tender heart that needs him to see you. "That I'm gay, Lex. Did that even register in your brain?"
"Don't insult me, I caught the difference. What does it matter if you are? Your issue isn't about wanting to bang women, it's about the woman you are choosing to bang." He actually rolls his eyes now like this is the most ridiculous conversation you've ever had.
"This is pointless," you're shaking your head and making the decision that this is your last visit.
"What do you want me to say?" He leans closer to the glass. "You knew how I felt, and I do congratulate you on coming out, but there are bigger fish to fry."
He's completely serious. Looking at him, with his clenched jaw and white knuckles that were curled into a fist, you just begin to laugh. It's insanity.
"She flew me to a beach last week," you bulldoze the conversation. It's exactly what he would do.
"Could have taken a plane." He utters.
"She helped me move apartments, lifted my couch like it was nothing." It's like sharing details of your relationship as if this was all normal.
"Moving companies do exist."
"Oh!" You pretend to be overly happy, "She… she found my earring the other day, it fell off and she found it hidden under our bed with her x-ray vision."
"You would've found it when cleaning regardless."
You hum, watching him as he sits stiff as a board. Then you say softly, "She makes me smile."
His eyes lift up to look at you, but he's silent this time. You cease this rare opportunity.
"She's funny, and patient, and kind." A genuine smile finds your lips. "She does this thing, it's so cute," you giggle to yourself, "I'll be trying so hard to be in a mood, and she just scoops me into her arms and covers my face with kisses, then says the absolute corniest line she can think of."
Lex is shifting uncomfortably on his metal stool. You're making it real to him. Good.
"I love her," you lift one shoulder in a shrug. Tears were forming in your frustration. "I love her, and you want to take that from me."
"I never said—
"You did."
"She's too much of a risk." He tries to defend.
"Every morning she gets out her coffee cup and forgets to close the cabinet door, and you want the world to believe she's part of some calculated scheme to rule it?" You laugh at the stupidity of it.
"Picking up on mundane, human characteristics could very well be a tactic in their plan." He doesn't hear himself, you swear he can't.
Rubbing your forehead, you just soak it in. He's living in complete delusion. And you have been living in one too, thinking that he really could come out of it.
"Well," your hand falls back down onto the metal. "I guess I'll be the first to kneel, or whatever. Great talk, Lex. Don't count on me coming back."
"No, wait—
Your phone slams on the mount before he can finish, cutting you off from hearing whatever bullshit he was going to spin this time. His fist slams on the counter, rattling the metal. He's distressed. Losing you to some godly being. You hope he loses sleep over it.
Tears slide down your cheeks, just in time for him to see before you turn away and leave the visitation room for the final time. This has to be it. Lex wasn't the person you needed him to be even if it hurt to admit.
This time, leaving Belle Reve felt like you could breathe knowing you never had to come back. Knowing that him losing you to Kara is entirely devastating to his existence as a whole, and that there was absolutely nothing he could do that she wouldn't squash him for. So, actually, it's a hell of a lot easier to walk away than you had first feared.
The drive home surrounds you with noise. Impatient cars hoking, drivers shouting for traffic to move, chattering of the pedestrians as they walk with their companions. Some pairs had entwined hands, some groups had linked arms. There is laughter pouring from one person to the one on the other end of their phone, you figure their pace is so quick so they can get home to see that smile. There are coos from strangers enamored by the dog that was panting so joyfully to be receiving so much attention, and there are children pointing excitedly from the other sidewalk when they too spot the dog.
All of these sounds are ringing through your ears, merging with your worries and doubt. It's a comfort to hear that life has gone on, and a gut punch to think that your own brother wanted to limit the experience of it to those he deems worthy.
The light turns green and suddenly there is so much more to see on your ride home. Freedoms of every day life. Mundane, human characteristics. How exciting to see it all?
Your car door slams shut, echoing in the parking garage. Tears had long dried, and now your heart just skips. Your feet hit the ground, carrying you back home to her.
The elevator couldn't have felt slower, and unlocking the door couldn't have felt like more of an inconvenience. But you get in, kick your shoes off to land with hers, and toss your jacket over the chair with her coat. Taking in a breath, you can smell that she was trying to cook again. You smile. It smells horrible.
"Shit…" Kara hisses from the kitchen. Then she's louder. "Uh, hey, baby! You're back a little early?"
Your feet push off the ground, head tilting around the corner in an attempt to see her sooner, even if by just a few seconds. It's well worth it. She's trying to hide the food behind her, as if there wasn't a mountain of dishes in the sink and a lingering smell tattling on her for burning it.
"Shorter talk," you explain, walking over with a grin.
Her hair had been haphazardly thrown into a bun with one of your scrunchies, a few strands dangling in her face. And her clothes—you'd never seen the shirt before. Her body pushes off from the counter, coming closer to you.
"Good or bad?" She asks, trying to keep your eyes locked with hers.
"Both." It's honest. "I don't wanna get into it right now. You look cute, this a new shirt?" Your fingers tug on the hem of it.
Kara mumbles something about looking like a total mess as she glances down to her shirt. "Yeah, you'd said this color looks good on me. I saw it somewhere, figured I'd grab it to help my wardrobe grow." She looks at you again, kissing your cheek as a welcome home. "You sure you don't wanna talk? Just- usually we have a little debrief."
You nod, hand resting over the fabric of her new shirt and gently squeezing her waist. "Positive. I just want to be with you."
Her hand rests on your upper arm, leaning into your hold and pressing your foreheads together. Kara isn't one to push, even though she can see something went down. It's in your tear stained eyes, but it's also in your excitement. She knows that she can trust you to talk when you're ready.
She kisses you gently, lips landing on yours twice. "I tried to make dinner. I know those visits are a lot, so I thought we could just eat and chill, but…"
Kara laughs, tucking one of the strands of hair behind her ear. She never seems to give herself credit with these things. The girlfriend things. She's been trying really really hard to adjust to Earth, and you've given her nothing but grace.
You try to lean over and see the food, "It can't be that bad…"
Her hand quickly holds your face, pulling you back to her so you can't see it. "Trust me, baby, it's like a crime scene. We'll just order pizza, or Thai, or whatever you want, but that shit is inedible."
Her exaggerations make you mirror her smile and laughter. Over the top, yet fully her belief. She's happy that you don't push to try the food and pretend that it's the greatest thing you've ever eaten, you just accept it and allow her to move on.
"You'll get the hang of cooking eventually," you kiss her cheek before humming happily. "Let's do pizza. The one that's super greasy, from just a few blocks down."
Kara groans too, squeezing her eyes shut in her own excitement for the health-ruining pizza. "Yes! Linny's Pizza, where there's so much cheese it basically slides right off."
"But we've gotta get extra cheese on it anyway." You say it like it's obvious.
Kara opens her eyes, looking at you with knitted brows. "Uh, yeah. What kind of people would we be if we didn't get the extra cheese?"
"The kind that just have no zest for life," you joke.
She laughs, squeezing your arm for your shared moment of ordinary conversation. She's beautiful. Blue eyes crinkled in the corner, letting herself just be with you. Your eyes chase hers, never wanting to let her go.
She comes in for another kiss to your lips and follows it with one on your cheek. "Okay, I'll get the pizza so you can get your shower."
Because that's your routine. The one she has memorized. Come back from the visit, decompress, wash it off, and ground yourself in her arms. She knows you.
"Hmm, 'kay." You kiss her cheek before she slips away to get her coat out from under your jacket. "Love you, thanks for getting dinner."
Kara salutes, walking backwards towards the door. "Just taking care of my girl." She sends a wink your way, "I love you, be back in no time."
This mundane exchange does everything to melt your world.
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