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What a Heavenly Way to Die - Chapter 4.
Her blood runs cold at the sight of it, but her hand doesn’t tremble as she reaches out for the cold metal of her father’s gun. Feeling its weight, she checks the safety before gingerly tucking it into the waistband of her jeans. She stands still for a moment, breathing deeply, as she let’s the full weight of what she’s prepared to do settle across her aching shoulders.
It’s time, she thinks, to put to rest whatever ghosts lurk in the dark.
What a Heavenly Way to Die - Chapter Three.
Kara pushes a few bites of her cereal around in the milk as she hears the front door close behind Jeremiah. She casts another glance Eliza’s direction before ducking her head and taking another bite. Eliza, still nursing a mug of coffee, turns to the business section of the paper. Kara watches the steam from the mug lazily curl into the air for a few moments. She takes a deep breath as she places both palms flat on the table and clears her throat.
Eliza spares her a glance over her glasses before shuffling the paper again, moving past the business headlines in favor of the sports section.
“Mom, how do women have safe sex? Like, together?”
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What A Heavenly Way to Die - Chapter 2.
As if able to feel the stare, Lena looks over to where Kara is readying to take the field. A genuine, eye-crinkling smile breaks over Lena’s face as she gives a small wave. Then her eyes slide over Kara’s body, taking in her full gameday uniform, and honest-to-god winks at Kara before directing her attention back to where Winn is organizing their squad for a lift.
Maybe it’s the extra confidence her uniform lends her, but Kara doesn’t fumble like she normally would at the gesture. Instead, her heart gives one extra hard thump as she smiles to herself and pulls her helmet back on.
The whistle blows to signal the start of the game, the Condors kickoff, and her team makes a decent return run.
Then Coach Grant is slapping her shoulder pad and she sets off toward where the official is placing the ball.
Show time.
Love your fic, thanks for sharing with us
thank you! murder mystery is a somewhat niche genre and i wasn’t actually expecting very many people in the supercorp fandom to read it, much less enjoy it enough to tell me. so this has all been so fun and the positive reception and comments are so encouraging!
im currently drafting the outline for chapter three and im hoping to make some headway on the actual writing this week. hopefully you’ll continue to enjoy the updates! ive got a lot of mischief and emotional shenanigans lined up for kara and lena.
FOUR hours of writing and I only wrote ONE scene jfc
