pumpkin carving where reader accidentally hurts herself! if your willing you should do this with B!D?
Laser Tag | sister!danvers fic
Summary: Y/N gets hurt while carving pumpkins with her sisters.
Authors Note: Thanks for requesting!
CW WARNING: Description of burnt and bloodied skin. It’s not extremely detailed.
DISCLAIMER: Do not take anything written here as medical advice.
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Ever since Kara came to live with the Danvers when she was a teenager, she was fascinated when that same year, Eliza announced that they would be doing this seemingly magical activity called “pumpkin carving”. Seeing a pumpkin was already a shock for the blonde, for they didn’t have pumpkins on Krypton - but carving them? The family still recalled fondly how baffled she had been, watching Alex and young Y/N get to work with removing the pumpkins’ insides (which Y/N called “pumpkin guts” and the nickname stuck for its cuteness).
Eliza, sensing her confusion, patiently explained the process of it, and Kara’s face lit up when she was presented with her very own pumpkin (Alex and Y/N still claim to this day that Kara’s pumpkin was bigger). She quickly got to work and was a natural. Ever since she carved a goofy face and saw the candle light, this earthly tradition held a special place in her heart. It was her first holiday with her new family, one of the first family things they had actually done.
Since then, the Kryptonian had insisted on carving pumpkins each October. They had gone years without anyone sustaining an actual injury, but this year ended up breaking that record, and would be a story for the ages.
It all started when the three sisters were hovering over Alex’s dinner table in the middle of the DEO Director’s apartment. Each were busy at work de-gutting their pumpkins . . . Well, if one of your definitions of “busy” was “subtly-using-heat-vision-powers-to-destroy-the-guts”, which was what Kara was doing.
When the faint hum of her powers wiggled into Y/N’s ear, who was standing next to Kara with Alex across the table of them, she peered over Kara’s pumpkin, shocked and betrayed to find it nearly squeaky clean. “I thought we agreed on no powers!” The youngest Danver whined, louder then intended.
Y/N’s sudden closeness, accompanied by her wail, caught Kara off guard. She jumped, instinctively turning her head, her concentrated heat vision suddenly being broken. As quick as the speed of light (or really, Barry Allen), her heat vision pierced the vase that stood on a shelf behind Y/N, shattering it into minuscule pieces and sending the shards crashing to the floor,
The room dropped in noise as soon as what happened had occurred to all three Danvers. Y/N stared at the place where the vase had been standing just a moment ago, her mouth agape. Meanwhile, Kara squeaked out a “Oh Rao, I’m so sorry, Alex!” and Alex dashed to the kitchen to get the trash can.
“It’s okay!” She called out, heaving the trash can into her arms. “I’ve been meaning to find a reason to get rid of it, anyway. J’onn really has the worst decor taste.” She finished her words as she reemerged into the living room.
Kara jumped forward and scurried over to the broken vase, using her invulnerability powers to collect all the shards in record time and dumping them in the trash can Alex held out. When Alex disappeared into the kitchen to return the trash can to its proper place, Y/N snapped out of her trance of shock, and realized that she had instinctively cupped her stomach with her hand, and that her hand was scalding hot!
She instantly removed it, shaking it in hopes of it granting her even the slightest bit of relief. Y/N sucked in a sharp breath, winced, and glanced up only to meet Kara’s worried and fixated gaze. For a split second, she considered lying, not wanting to worry her older sister, but when her skin began to feel like it was about be yanked off her body, she knew she couldn’t withstand this for much longer without some kind of cure. “I-I think your heat vision might’ve hit me, too,” was what she got out, wincing again as the pain fully set in.
Within a blink, Kara was standing in front of her, biting her bottom lip in both concentration and anticipation as she lifted Y/N’s shirt. A soft gasp that was caught before it turned into a big one escaped Kara’s lips, and Y/N looked down to take in the sight her sister was eyeing: a large, uneven circle of red that was blistering and peeling, dabbed with blood. It appeared that Kara’s heat vision had not only burned Y/N, but really hit her with large scrapes and cuts.
Y/N trembled at the sight, as she was never too good seeing her own injuries. In a desperate attempt to block out the pain, she tried to zone out, but Kara’s yell of “ALEX!” sliced through her concentration like a knife in thin air.
Immediately, the auburn-haired woman came running. She skidded to a halt as she took in the scene and, with her brain working as fast as a computer, delivered instructions. “Kara, get her over to the couch, I’m going to grab an ice pack,” she said, wasting no time before she broke off into a run.
Kara nodded and looped an arm around Y/N’s shoulders, despite the fact that she was capable to walk, and led her over to the couch, helping her lay down.
Just as Y/N was settled, Alex appeared and, without warning, plopped the ice pack directly on the burn, causing Y/N to let out a yelp and instinctively squirm at the sudden, freezing coldness. “I know, I know,” Alex murmured soothingly, while Kara rubbed Y/N’s arm, wanting to comfort her in any way she could.
“It’s — too — cold,” Y/N said, taking in short breaths and grasping Kara’s hand, squeezing it tightly. It was a shock to her body, the rapid change in temperature, and the fact that it wouldn’t do away.
“I’m sorry, love, but you need to keep the ice pack on,” Kara told her gently, locking eye contact with Alex over Y/N’s head. The sisters passed a look of remorse, hating that their little sister was in pain, even if it would help in the end.
They stayed like that for the next couple moments until Alex removed the ice pack. Y/N immediately let out a deep breath and clung to Kara when Alex got up to go get some bandages. When she returned, she wrapped her stomach in the bandage after cleaning the scrapes and cuts.
“Are you feeling just a little bit better, maybe?” Kara hopefully asked.
Y/N realized that the cold had become more bearable and she nodded. Alex stood up and retrieved her pumpkin, handing it to her little sister so she could continue carving it. Y/N sent her a smile as a way to say thanks, and continued until she finished carving the pumpkin into a smiley face, and her sisters praised her work.
Spoiler Alert: Maybe a oneshot where Baby danvers gets trapped din the phantom zone with Kara and when she returns she can see ghosts and spirits?
The Ghost Whisperer | fluff angst
Summary: Alex and Kara take care of Y/N when she and Kara return from the Phantom Zone.
Authors Note: Thanks for requesting! Feels good to write sister!danvers again.
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“KARA!”
In such a desperate, determined, adrenaline-filled state that she had never been pushed to before, one wouldn’t have expected Kara to suddenly cease her fighting and freeze like a statue. But that was the kind of power that her only the bond of sisters could hold, and the moment she heard Alex’s voice, the voice she had dreamed about hearing for so long, a tiny part inside of her knew that she was safe.
Kara turned and, sure enough, there her sister stood, with the rest of the Superfriends and some DEO agents by her side. The look on Alex’s face mirrored what the Kryptonian was feeling inside — intense gratitude and relief.
In a matter of seconds, the two had collided, their grips like iron around each other. Kara practically melted into Alex’s arms. She had almost forgotten what hugging Alex felt like, and that was one of the worst pains in the world.
Throughout all this, the cries of battle and her own bruisers aching were numbed. But when Alex so suddenly pulled back and when she looked alarmed, frightened, it all came crashing back.
“Where’s Y/N?”
Kara’s head instinctively whipped back, eyes searching for their little sister. When Y/N was nowhere to be seen, a stab of panic hit her. Just minutes ago she had been here! Fighting the Phantoms with her and her father!
When Kara turned back to her with that clueless, helpless look in her eyes, Alex felt that same stab. The two didn’t need to speak out loud to decide what to do next — they both took off, further into the fight, determined to find their sister.
They skidded to a fast halt when they found who they had been searching for, but the sight that awaited them was less than ideal. Y/N was laying on the ground, curled up on her side. Looming over her was one of the Phantoms, who Alex would say later had matched the description of the Dementors from Harry Potter.
At first, neither sister did anything. Alex’s eyes were flickering all over the place, assessing the situation, and Kara was getting used to having her powers again. They quickly snapped back to the present, though, and without a second thought, Kara blasted the Phantom with her heat vision.
“Ka—ra . . .”
The blonde and the brunette pivoted to see Y/N weakly croaking from the ground. They could tell that she was only half-conscious, especially if she didn’t realize that Alex was there. Kara knelt down and Alex stayed back, not wanting to overwhelm Y/N right now.
“It-it’s . . . trying to possess me . . .” Y/N let out a small noise of discomfort and leaned her head against the ground, seeking comfort in even the briefest of moments that she could get of relief from this unbearable pain.
Kara and Alex’s eyes widened, the gears turning in their heads as they frantically attempted to figure out how to best help Y/N. It seemed that they didn’t need to fret for long, though, because out of nowhere, a blast of yellow energy suddenly hit Y/N in the chest and she rolled onto her back, fully unconscious.
The women turned, ready to fight, only to stand down when they saw a DEO agent carrying a blaster.
“I’m sorry Director Danvers, Supergirl . . . When we learned of the Phantom Zone’s existence, the director at the time had the DEO create weapons that could work against the . . . Beings here. This is supposed to free someone from being possessed by one of those things,” the agent said.
Alex turned back to look at her unconscious sister, her lips pulling into a thin line. “Let’s hope that that blaster did what it was supposed to do,” she said lowly, an icy tone in her voice. All three knew that if the blast didn’t work, the agent would have hell to pay.
. . .
“Oh my god!” Alex gasped, instantly recoiling, pulling her hand back from Y/N’s shoulder. She turned to Kara, alarmed. “Why is she so cold?!”
Kara, who was sitting across from Y/N, who had been secured on the spaceship, grimaced and glanced up at Alex. “The Phantoms . . . along with giving you nightmares, hurting you, and possessing you . . . They’re cold,” she explained.
Alex’s face softened, hearing the pain in her voice, and sat down next to Y/N. She leaned forward, her iconic big sister look gleaming in her eyes. “Kara, are you okay?” She asked.
Kara took a big, deep breath. “I missed you,” she finally said, her voice cracked with emotion. “I really missed you. We both did. And now, to be back, and Y/N being injured . . . Rao, I’ve never been that scared, Alex . . . She got hurt and I couldn’t protect her . . . And not just now. Before, she got hurt, too. I got hurt. The Phantoms hurt us and gave us these nightmares and I can only imagine what Y/N is going through and—”
She was cut off when Alex stood up and wrapped her arms around her. Once again, Kara melted into her embrace. Slowly, Alex sat down next to her middle sister, and they both watched Y/N protectively.
“I missed you both too. It was hell. And I never stopped trying to find you,” Alex said softly. After a couple moments of silence, she continued, “We’re going to help Y/N through this. She’s going to be okay.”
Kara leaned her head against Alex’s. She was unsure if Alex was trying to convince her or herself — probably both of them. Nonetheless she nodded. She trusted her big sister. So if Alex said Y/N was going to be okay, Y/N was.
. . .
Scratchy, thin sheets and the pierce of a needle in her flesh is what greeted Y/N when she next woke. Her eyes flew open and, after blinking away the haziness, she was met with the sight of her eldest sister.
A gasp caught itself in her throat and the quick, sharp pain from the needle went away.
Alex.
Just as she leant forward to meet her sister halfway in the hug she was now offering, Y/N stopped herself when a dreaded thought squirmed its way into her head . . . What if this was fake?
Before, those blasted creatures in the Phantom Zone tormented her with dreams that fulfilled her greatest wishes . . . escaping with Kara and seeing Alex again. What if this was another one of those? There was only one way to be sure-
“Y/N!”
Y/N blinked and shook her head and it was only then that she realized that Alex was giving her quite a forceful - frightened? - look and-
HOLY SH*T!
Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod
Alex’s hands were on her shoulders . . .
And she felt them!
That meant . . .
. . . This was real.
THIS WAS REAL!
“Alex!”
She wasn’t even aware that her sister’s name had left her mouth until it reached her ears and her arms were wrapped around the auburn-haired woman in question. She didn’t realize that she was practically clinging to her sister with an iron grip until Alex had to practically shimmy her way back.
Y/N took a breath and leant back as well, once again meeting Alex’s eyes - but this time her eyes held pure, giddy amusement and a bubble of tears.
“Y/N,” Alex said through her Cheshire Cat grin. She cupped Y/N’s cheeks in the palms of her hands and Y/N almost melt. “I missed you so goddamn much.”
Y/N giggled, her own tears coming. “I missed you, too, Allie,” she said, recalling the nickname she had for her when she was younger. Her eyes then travelled down to the needle, now cast away on her beside tray.
“Oh, sorry about that. I was collecting blood for a blood test, just to make sure that you’re alright,” she explained and Y/N nodded. “Let me go get Kara. I believe Winn is done doing his own medical-thingy for her.”
As Alex went to leave, Y/N scrunched up her face. “But Winn isn’t a doctor?” She pointed out, and then briefly wondered if Winn had somehow went through medical school and became a doctor while she was in the Phantom Zone . . . and the part that scared her was that that was in the realm of possibility. Really, how long had she and Kara been on?
“Well, try telling him that,” Alex said before she disappeared behind the door.
Y/N smiled and, when her sister left, leaned back against her pillows. She didn’t have long to ponder over how long she and Kara been away, because she was soon overcome with pure blackness.
That’s all it was. As if the lights had dimmed completely. Like the sun had disappeared.
Despite it only being a vision, a coldness, an emptiness washed over her. Before Y/N even had a chance to ponder over what the hell was happening, horrid cries and pleas screeched into her ears, making her physically jump. And when she did, they only got louder.
“Y/N! Y/N!”
The vision was only cast away by the powerful yell-scream-mix-of-a-thing and Y/N was jerked back to the presents to see both her sisters standing in front of her, concerned looks. She opened her mouth to explain, but was cut off when the sounds of the wails came back, this time as a buzz at the bottom of her ears. She saw flashes of grey wisps that just about contorted into sobbing, terrified versions of faces.
She couldn’t fathom how, but something inside her told her what it was, and she was sure of it.
“I can see ghosts from the Phantom Zone,” is what she told the heroes before her.
. . .
In the next coming days, Y/N healed physically from the Phantom Zone. In the next coming weeks, she worked with her sisters and other DEO agents to learn how to better control and use her powers. She even ended up figuring out how to channel and use the energy from the ghosts she saw. It was a difficult, tiring process that she sometimes wished could just go away . . . but it was a meaningful one. Besides, she had Alex and Kara there for her. Always.
