#queencorp

[winelover1989]

Someone in the Karamel fandom invents a crackship 

All the Karamels : Yay! I ship it.. Let’s make all the edits, memes & gifs!

Next day.. New ship? New ship! Like I’ve lost count of all out ironic, sarcastic and serious crackships! 

[starcrossed-comets]

#QueenCorp ftw!

An OTP that will end all OTP’s bow down bitches!

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

QueenCorp, Pt 2

Lena in superhero protection when someone reports homelander in National City airspace. Which ends up being just Maeve and Supergirl, bc no other super is willing to face off against Homelander and get obliterated.

Lena sleeping in the bedroom of a safe house, as Maeve and Supergirl keep watch together in the main living room. Conversation naturally shifting to the woman they have in common.

Maeve shares her regrets over the choices she made. In the long run, her career never amounted to anything worth losing Lena. But she confesses her relief that Lena has found happiness-- there's no one on earth who deserves it more than Lena.

Supergirl shares some of who Lena has become since Maeve last knew her, confirming her kindness had been on an upward trajectory, even then. Supergirl's not entirely pleased with Lena declaring war on Vought and Homelander, but accepts that she couldn't really expect Lena to do anything different.

But they also come to a clear understanding about what kind of hero Supergirl is. Not a super like Vought's stable, but not human either.

"How is what you do any different?" Maeve asks. "Besides the fact Vought never got their claws in you."

Supergirl meets her gaze, features grim but without judgement.

"I don't kill."

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

QueenCorp, Pt 4a: Homelander's Revenge

Content Warning: torture, graphic violence, gore, severe bodily injury

----

It's impossible to remain vigilant forever. Especially when your ward is Lena Luthor, who answers to the world and yet no one but herself. The safe house lasts only as long as she can stomach it, and when no attempts are made, Lena insists on returning to work.

And of course, Homelander has enough supes still under his thumb that it's only a matter of time before Lena's snatched right out from under their noses by A-Train, who delivers her to Blink, who then apparates Lena across the world to where Homelander waits at an undisclosed location.

Lena isn't afraid. As soon as she gets her bearings and recognizes Homelander she draws herself up and levels her very best boardroom smirk at him.

"That desperate, huh?" she taunts, her eyes calmly following Homelander's slow pacing before her. "You know, it's kind of funny. All this time you've painted yourself as a god among men, the divine chosen... and you don't even have the sense to realize it's the most common shtick out there. I've spent my entire life around entitled pricks who walk around like their god's fucking gift, and you know what? Some of them pull it off better than you..."

It's not long before she gets under his skin, and she waits for him to silence her himself-- permanently. But it's not his hands who force her into a chair and bind her to it. It's not his powers that sear her skin, making it blister, crack, and char. Nor is it his hand that gently rests at the base of her throat hours later, when the only thing keeping her from begging for death is the lack of functional vocal cords, burned away, and slowly pours cool healing over her skin, restoring skin and muscles and bones to pristine condition.

"I'm sure you've heard of Lamplighter," Homelander says when Lena's senses return and she's struggling to breathe against the horror of what she suddenly realizes is in store. "But Resurrectionist is probably new. Say hi, Rez."

A hand plops on her shoulder, and Lena flinches, new skin sensitive to the touch.

"We like to keep him under wraps. Our secret weapon, if you will. Truly remarkable-- he can heal any injury. Completely. So long as you have a heartbeat that is-- and maybe even a little bit after. We haven't had a chance to play with that. So-- settle in Miss Luthor. You're not going anywhere anytime soon."

Now Lena is afraid. She does her best not to show it. "What do you want?"

Homelander smiles, and bends close. "Why... nothing. Well-- you begging wouldnt hurt. But it won't change anything, so... yeah. Nothing."

He straightens, and shoots Lamplighter and Resurrectionist his best and brightest grin. "Take good care of her boys," he instructs. "I'll be back after I take care of a few things."

He launches into the air, and smiles as the screams serenade his trip home.

---

Meanwhile, Supergirl and Maeve are frantic. They've stormed Vought, searched it top to bottom, and every site they find records of, but nothing. There's no sign of Lena-- not that they thought Homelander was that stupid anyway, but they had to try. And after they're done, they have nothing else to go on.

There's been no ransom, no corpse. Maeve's only hope lies in Homelander's sadism-- a mixed blessing that might just keep Lena alive.

It's weeks later when Maeve receives an email with a subject line that reads "have you seen me?"

Attached is a video, which she plays immediately with Supergirl close over her shoulder.

The first thing they see is a grinning face Supergirl doesn't recognize, but turns Maeve's blood to ice.

"No," she whispers in horror as the face waves cheerfully, then moves behind the camera to take control. "No, no, no, no..."

"Who is that?" Supergirl asks, curiosity superimposed against her own fear.

On the screen, the camera walks towards Lamplighter's silhouette, which steps aside to reveal Lena bound to a chair. For a moment, Meave and Supergirl breathe a sigh of relief to see her still alive... a relief that's shortlived when the camera zooms in on Lena's right arm.

It's been burned to the bone, and suddenly the rustling behind the camera quiets enough to hear the low constant keening that pours from Lena's throat.

"Hi Maeve," Lamplighter greets as the camera lifts to him. "Turns out retirement sucks ass, so when Homelander offered your pretty lady to have fun with, I jumped at the chance."

He pats the top of Lena's head-- she doesn't even seem to feel it. When Lamplighter bends to press his cheek to Lena's in a parody of a selife pose, Lena is barely conscious. Though her eyes are open, they're drowning in agony. So much so that nothing of Lena remains in them.

"She's a good sport," Lamplighter assures them. "And hot as fuck, too. Is this the ex you mentioned? Goddamn queenie-- how the fuck did you ever say no to this piece of ass?"

The camera then shifts back to Lena's arm, grotesque and inhuman in its bonds. Her whole body jerks when the cameraman reaches out and places his hand on her bicep, just above the elbow.

"No," Lena moans. "No, don'tdon'tDON'T--!"

She screams when flesh begins to rebuild itself across her bones, muscle and fascia and nerves forming before layers of dermis knit themselves together until there's nothing but unblemished skin.

The process is long, drawn out, and Lena's screams give out barely halfway through. It's not until the hand pulls away that Lena slumps in the chair, sobbing faintly.

"I'm sure she misses you, too, Queenie," Lamplighter assuages. "But we're having the time of our lives here." He shakes Lena roughly, rousing her. "Anything you'd like to tell your friends, Lena?"

Lena blinks into the camera, through tears and the haze of agony. For a moment, it seems as though there's nothing of Lena left to say anything.

Then she coughs, blinks through her tears, and coughs out two words.

"Sebastian... Melmoth."

The camera sees to freeze, and then jerks up towards Lamplighter with an incredulous giggle. Lamplighter tilts his head, then grins with a hard pat to Lena's shoulder.

"Well, you heard her. Sebastian Melmoth, Maeve. Not much for last words, but I'm sure they came from the heart."

The camera narrows on Lamplighter's face, which curls into a cruel smile as flames seem to form in his eyes.

"If Homelander lets us kill her, we'll be sure to send you the body."

All we see of the flames that pours from his hands is the unnatural glow from off camera, and the shriek of Lena screaming is the last thing they hear before the screen goes dark.

Maeve's tear-stained face reflects in the dormant screen, and Supergirl's jaw is clenched tight, her fingers curled deep into the surface of the wooden desk. Its several long minutes before either of them can speak.

"His name is the Resurrectionist. Vought's ace in the hole."

"That-- that's good. They'll keep her alive."

"You don't understand," Maeve gasps, sobs catching in her chest. "They-- The Resurrectionist can heal anything. They'll torture her to the brink of death-- or even past it-- and every time he'll just... bring her back for more."

Supergirl pales, but her tears don't fall. "Then we go get her."

"How?!? We don't know anything more than we did five minutes ago! We have no leads, no way to track them!"

"Yes, we do. Lena just gave it to us."

Maeve blinks. "Sebastian Melmoth?"

"The name came up recently when her brother escaped from prison. It was a pseudonym of Oscar Wilde's that Lex liked to use."

"How does that help us find her?"

Hope crawls up from the pits of Maeve's despair, and takes root when Supergirl's features curl into the barest of smiles.

"We found Lex in Kasnia," the hero replies. "And that's where we'll find Lena."

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

QueenCorp, part 3

Maeve flawlessly delivers shot after shot for a new photo spread in a public park, when out of the corner of her eye she sees a dark town car pull up at a restaurant nearby. It's utterly unremarkable save for the fact that she's bored out of her mind, but her heart skips a beat when Lena steps out, all leg and collarbone in a sharp but conservative business dress, hair swept up into a french twist.

"Can you, uh-- can I get a minute real quick?" she asks the DP, speeding off before she gets a response. She stops too close to Lena, who jumps when she suddenly appears out of nowhere. "Lena. Hi."

"Hi."

Gaze indiscernable behind her sunglasses, Lena regards Maeve without reaction. It's careful though-- proof that the reaction is there, but tucked out of sight.

"I didn't realize you were back in town," Maeve says, breathless. "If I'd known we'd be in the same place, I--"

"I would have found a different restaurant," Lena cuts in.

The words cut Maeve deep enough to knock the breath from her lungs, and Lena realizes the bite of her voice the moment she says them.

She softens.

"You know how I feel about cameras."

Maeve nods. "Yes, but there's--"

There's a flicker of motion through the tint of Lena's shades, and Maeve follows the shift of her gaze to find the cameras had followed her across the grass, hoping to catch something juicy.

"Dammit," Maeve curses, turning to Lena with apology in her heart. "Lena, I--"

"No," Lena says in a low voice that curls deep into Maeve's senses and grips her tight.

"Later, then. I'll come alone--"

"I don't think that's a good idea." Lena shuts her car door with a thud. "Excuse me-- I'm late for a meeting."

She brushes past Maeve in a bloom of authority and designer perfume-- a stark contrast from the week-old sweatpants and pizza rolls that flashes bright and vivid in Maeve's memory. She's changed. More than that Lena has flourished. Where Maeve has witnessed her own slow dwindle to a shell of who she used to be, Lena has grown to fill every inch her skin.

Gone is the reticence Lena used to have, that made her shrink away from the spotlight of authority.

Gone is the uncertainty that she deserved what she had.

Gone is the impotence that had once plagued Lena's desire to change the world.

In their place is confidence, power, and certitude, draped around Lena like a cloak.

She is the force of nature Maeve always wanted to be.

Lena is the warrior Maeve never became.

She watches Lena disappear into the restaurant before turning back to the crew with sour features.

"Ever hear of a thing called privacy?"

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QueenCorp, Pt 4b: Homelander’s Revenge

Homelander returns to find Lena unconscious in her chair and Lamplighter and Resurrectionist playing cards with an open bottle of tequila between them.

He sighs. "She done already?"

Lamplighter shrugs. "We'll see..."

"Taking a break," Rez supplies, slapping down a jack of spades. "If she doesn’t come round by the time we start again, yeah, she's probably done."

Homelander isn’t keen on that idea. “There's no point on continuing if she can't enjoy it." He grins. "I have something else in mind."

Lamplighter perks up. "Yeah?"

With a gloved hand, Homelander lifts a vial, filled with a tell-tale blue serum. "If Miss Luthor abhors us supes so much... I think we should give her a taste of what it's like to be one."

He tosses it to Lamplighter, who catches it deftly.

"It'll probably kill her,” Homelander warns, but isn’t at all concerned. “If it does, bring her back."

"You got it, boss."

---

Kasnia is a large country. One protected by the invisible barrier of international cold-war style  bureaucracy. Maeve and Supergirl do not receive authorization to breach Kasnian airspace, let alone begin a thorough search for Lena.

They wait weeks for word to come down, their prayers hanging on a final hail mary, and share a glance when their liaison relays the negative outcome. They say nothing until they return to National City and the privacy of Lena's empty office.

"So we touch down in the Kesch Republic, and go in on foot. It'll take longer, but--"

"Too long."

"It's all we have."

And so they do. At least Kasnia is equal parts empty land and small towns. Believing Homelander wouldn't risk being spotted in a metropolitan area, they stick to the hinterlands, speeding between structures and hovering below radar level to scan the larger compounds and suspect topography for underground bunkers.

They find their target in the form of a military compound, remote but crawling with soldiers. Not exactly the kind of place they'd expect a bunch of supes to lay low. But there in an isolated corner of the base are three figures-- two standing, one seated and unmoving.

"Got 'em."

They speed to the room faster than human eyes can see. Lamplighter is dead before they stop moving, neck snapped and spine broken by Maeve's gauntlet. The Resurrectionist they keep alive, locked in the cage of Supergirls's steel embrace.

"Lena? Lena, can you hear me?"

Maeve cups Lena's drooping chin, caressing cheeks crusted with tears and sweat. Lena doesn't rouse for long moments, and when she does her eyes open for a bleary moment before she recoils, pulling ineffectually against her bonds.

"It's us," Maeve says quickly, quietly, her fingers stroking against tangled hair. "It's Maeve."

"...Maeve..."

"And Supergirl," Maeve supplies. "We've got you. We're going to get you home. You're safe now."

There's no relief in Lena, no recognition beyond Maeve's name on her lips. She pulls against her bonds even as Maeve snaps them, but the motion seems involuntary, spasming muscles that tighten and relax of their own volition.

Lena is weak enough that speeding away isn't an option-- weak enough that Supergirl maintains her grip on the Resurrectionist as they quietly make their way through the compound on foot. Just in case.

As they walk Lena's spasms become more frequent and more intense, until she's struggling not to cry out in pain. Neither Maeve nor Supergirl knows what's wrong, but in the end their slow speed and Lena's moans of exertion under her tremors alert the soldiers, and bodies converge on them fully armed.

"Go..." Lena mutters, stiffly worming out Maeve's arms. It's the most she's said since they found her, and the most lucid she's been. Her jaw tightens against an oncoming spasm, her fingers warping into claws in an effort to control it.

"Lena..."

"GO!"

There's a desperation in her voice that gives them pause, a plea that engages Maeve's instinct to obey. She doesn't get the chance to choose. Hands rip Lena away, and Maeve knows better than to kill humans here, where any loss of life could mean all-out war.

They drag Lena to the next room, but as they do the ground starts to shake. The air pressure increases slowly, painfully, and then Lena screams-- a ferocious, loud bellow that releases the tension like snapping a rubber band.

Before their eyes Maeve and Supergirl watch the soldiers tear apart, their molecules disassembling as Lena's contracts, her body contorting as theirs lose shape and then blow away as though they'd never been there in the first place.

When it's over, there's not a soldier left in the entire compound, and they find Lena unconscious in the next room. Maeve gathers her up, cradling her carefully against her chest.

"What did you do?" She glares accusingly at the Resurrectionist, who grins unapologetically.

"Ever hear of Compound V?"

---

When Lena next wakes, she's alone. Comfortable and clean in a cage of clear, reinforced walls, she knows instinctively that she's been rescued-- but she's not safe yet.

People come to visit her, but she can barely bring herself to look at the shadowy figures that lurk outside the plexiglass, their outlines fuzzy and indistinct.

Only their voices allow her to recognize them, and of the dozens who attempt to talk to her, she only identifies two of them.

"I'm sorry, Lena," Maeve says, her voice full of sorrow-- and guilt. "This is all my fault. But-- I won't let you go again."

"You're safe," Kara promises. The sound of her voice almost makes Lena cry. She doesn't. "They're still running tests..."

Who ‘they’ are, Lena doesn't know or particularly care. She sleeps more than she doesn't, and lets herself be poked and prodded by syringes on long poles inserted through holes in the plexiglass. No one enters.

Not when the spasms return in fits and starts as the pressure in her builds again. She locks every muscle in her body against the release it seeks-- she can never hold onto it for long. It explodes from her in waves of violent force.

The plexiglass shudders with the force of it, but contains it within the confines of her cell. Lena loses consciousness after each one. Kara is always there when she wakes up, offering words of love and assurance.

Over time, Lena finds her voice, and Kara's continuous monologue becomes a dialogue. She still can't bring herself to look at the shifting, sickening shape that is her girlfriend.

"Can I ask you a question," Kara asks hesitantly, as they rest back to back against the plexiglass-- the nearest they can be without Kara entering the box. "You haven't met my gaze once, since..."

Lena doesn't respond.

"Why?"

Despair tightens Lena's chest, making her traitorous eyes burn as she squeezes them shut against the rising tears.

"Because I can't see you."

---

Her power is classified as telekinesis-- the most volatile, most devastating manifestation they've ever seen.

It renders Lena's world to its constituent molecules, and the disfigurement of her loved ones is her vision’s new acuity to their molecular vibrations. The blasts Lena generates severs the bonds between those molecules, dispersing them to the ether as though they never existed.

Scientists work around the clock to devise a means to help her control it, but nothing emerges.

"Don't fight it," Kara urges finally, unable to watch Lena writhe with the effort and pain of trying to contain it. "Let it go, Lena. Let go!"

Lena does.

The power releases in a rush, with the ease and relief of a powerful sneeze. When it passes, Lena is left panting and moaning-- but conscious.

The next time she feels the pressure building, she takes a deep breath, and releases it with her whole body. The pressure dissipates with it, shuddering the walls of her cell but this time Lena's tears come from relief, not pain.

Suddenly, Lena has agency again. She works to solve her own condition, and slowly starts to explore what she can do with it.

Can she rearrange the molecules?

Can she alter the speed of their vibration?

Can she reassemble them, reignite their bonds?

Yes, yes, and no. Lena learns they don't have the means to accurately quantify the reach or magnitude of her ability. She learns her powers have the ability to render her unconscious, but don't function while she's out.

She learns that her sneezes are now more dangerous than a nuclear bomb.

With Lena's help, they choose not to contain or negate her powers at all. Her safeguard is relatively simple by comparison: sensors worn at her wrists, capable of measuring upticks of her ability, and rendering her unconscious if it raises to a critical level.

Lena designs them so that to the unknowing eye, they look like little more than tasteful silver bracelets, banded cuffs that fit snugly against her skin. Once the bracelets click home around her wrists, Lena slowly starts to come out of her cell, for longer and longer periods, until she can go a full twelve hours or more without incident.

When Lena returns to work, the world greets her as a returning hero. She follows a script describing a brief abduction and a consequent period of prolonged protection, spent in an undisclosed safe house. She confirms that Homelander was behind her abduction, and that he remains a threat.

"If you see him, please contact this Hotline," she urges. "Do not approach, and do not engage."

Supergirl remains at her side, a silent protector. Maeve stands with her, a vocal supporter.

They don't mention Compound V.

Despite the threat it poses, the knowledge that a serum exists to bestow super abilities on grown humans would be far more dangerous.

Lena grows used to having Maeve and Supergirl both within reach at any given moment, and leans on them more than she should.

"I'm sorry, Lena," Maeve says one night, joining her on her office balcony. Lena turns to face her, her expressive gaze flat and distant.

If their lives hadn't reconnected, Homelander would never have set his sights on Lena. Maeve knows it, and she suspects Lena does as well when no response is forthcoming. But when Lena's eyes remain on her, just shy of actually making eye contact, Maeve doesn't feel any resentment from her former lover.

"I wish I could make it right," she finishes, leaving it unsaid that there is no way for her to do so. There's no undoing what's been done, and in the end, there may be no guarantee she can protect Lena from Homelander when the time comes.

"I always said," Lena says finally, after a long moment of silence, "that my life was better to have you in it."

She shrugs.

"That hasn't changed."

There's no chance of romance between them, but Maeve finds she doesn't need it. Just to have Lena again, next to her on the balcony, or on the other end of a phone line, or in the next room, is more than enough.

More than Maeve ever thought she'd have again.

"You too," Maeve returns quietly, letting their shoulders brush. "You too."

---

When Homelander finally makes his move, Supergirl is far away, dealing with the distraction he'd engineered to lure her from Lena’s side. Maeve fights with everything she has, and it's almost enough.

Almost.

When Homelander lands his final hit, Maeve goes flying, and lands heavily in an office three walls over. Coughing, she manages to push herself up just far enough to see through the holes her body made in the layers of drywall.

She watches helplessly as Homelander closes in on Lena, murder written in his stride.

"Now it's just you and me, Miss Luthor. No Supergirl. No Maeve. No Lamplighter. No Resurrectionist. I think it's about time we settle things between us. Don't you?"

If Homelander expects Lena to shrink away in fear, he must be shaken when Lena's lips curl into a predartory smirk instead.

"Let's."

The last thing Maeve sees before the world goes dark is the glint of silver bracelets dropping from Lena’s wrists.

[hanreisoundshenry]

A friend and reader of my works read this latest crack fic i made which is a crossover of ouat and supergirl, and she made a comment regarding queencorp

Now that's a swell idea!!!