#supercorp pride

[awaitingrain]

Happy Pride! 😊

I'm late but...who cares? Pride is all year round.

[marinawolf]

Loving all your little prompts and antsy SuperCorp stories! Since it’s June, how about a little something of Lena and Kara celebrating Pride Month?

omg thank you for reading them. Also, this is such a cute prompt. happy pride month! this one kinda made me feel sappy and shit so here you go:

Brave (Supercorp)

Lena Luthor lay in bed, her body entwined with Kara's. They were in a state of domestic bliss, completely enraptured with each other. The room was filled with a warm glow and Lena felt a sense of contentment. Kara was absentmindedly flipping through TV channels when a news broadcast about the upcoming Pride festival came up.

"You know," Lena laughed, "My mother heard about us. Don't ask me how but I received a nasty letter. Apparently, I'm going to destroy the Luthor name."

Even though Lena didn't want to admit it, her mother's words had cut through her. Even after all this time, Lena craved Lillian's approval, her love. But she never seemed to be enough.

Seeing right through her, Kara whispered, "Are you okay?"

When Lena didn't answer, Kara caressed her cheek gently, reassuring her, "It's you and me, okay? Nothing else matters. And I'm so proud of you." She leaned down and kissed Lena, causing Lena's heart to race. Lena lost herself to Kara's embrace, shutting out the rest of the world.

The next day, as the sun began to set, Lena stood in the middle of her office, a blindfold securely tied around her eyes. Kara had summoned her from a meeting and had insisted on guiding her to a surprise destination, and Lena couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation. She trusted Kara implicitly, and this blindfolded journey only heightened her curiosity.

"Okay, Lena, just a few more steps," Kara's voice gently guided her. Lena could hear the excitement in her tone, a hint of mischief mixed with love. With each step, Lena's heart raced faster, wondering what awaited her at the end of this journey.

Finally, Kara's voice whispered, "You can take off the blindfold now."

Lena's hands trembled as she untied the fabric, letting it fall away. Her eyes blinked rapidly, adjusting to the light pouring in from the balcony. And as her vision cleared, Lena's breath caught in her throat.

Before her, on the balcony overlooking the avenue on which the Pride Festival was starting, was a sight that took her breath away. Kara had created a beautiful picnic, filled with Lena's favorite foods—salads included, despite Kara's well-known dislike for them. She spotted a box of potstickers in the corner and smiled. The table was adorned with rainbow decorations, and chilled champagne sparkled in elegant glasses. At the center stood a lopsided rainbow cake that Lena was certain Kara had baked herself.

Tears welled up in Lena's eyes as she took in the scene. The magnitude of Kara's love overwhelmed her and she was grateful to whatever sentient being in the universe that thought it fit to bring Kara into her life.

Turning to Kara, Lena found her words caught in her throat. She could hardly believe the depth of love she felt for Kara. It consumed her and rendered her speechless.

Kara held a rainbow headband in her hands, her blue eyes sparkling in the light of the setting sun.

Kara," Lena's voice trembled with emotion, "I... I don't know what to say."

Kara smiled at Lena, causing Lena's heart to skip a beat. She gently placed the rainbow headband on Lena's hair, the colors blending seamlessly with her dark locks. "You don't have to say anything, Lena," Kara whispered, her voice filled with tenderness. "Just know that I love you, and I'm proud of you. Always. You are the most extraordinary woman I've ever met."

Overwhelmed by the depth of Kara's love and the sheer beauty of the moment, Lena's tears spilled freely.

Still unable to speak, Lena closed the distance between them, their lips meeting in a fervent, passionate kiss. It was a moment filled with tenderness, vulnerability, and an unbreakable promise.

The weight of her mother's disapproval, the burden of the Luthor name, all seemed inconsequential as she held Kara in her arms. In this moment, Lena realized that as long as she and Kara were together, nothing else mattered. No-one else mattered.

As they broke apart, their foreheads pressed together, Lena looked deep into Kara's eyes. "I love you, Kara," she whispered.

[mickxtii]

hello ive realized i didnt do shit for pride so uh here, have wives

and the uh og colours

[lycanhood]

Happy Pride!!!

June 1st: My Ship of Dreams: Supercorp (Kara Zor-El & Lena Luthor from Supergirl)

A Super and A Luthor. This ship fandom has had its fair share of heartache, disappointment, disrespect, and discourse over the years, but to me this will always be the ship that inspired me to start reading & writing fanfiction. This was the relationship that had so much potential that the creative part of me simply couldn’t ignore it. If the SG writers weren’t going to bring this romance to life than I would join the incredible ranks of writers & artists online that saw the power of this pairing. And so Supercorp does live, maybe not in canon, but in an infinite different and wonderful versions of themselves and in the hearts of the fans who never stop believing. 

My Favorite Supercorp Scenes:

The Moment They Met 2x01

Their First Couch Scene 2x03

A Luthor & A Super Working Together 2x05

Maggie Arrests Lena 2x12

1st Bridal Carry 2x15

Lunch at Catco 2x20

Confronting Morgan Edge 3x05

“Climb, Lena, Climb!” 3x05

The Confession 5x01

My Supercorp Fics

Worlds Between Us (Canon Divergent until 2x15)

I’d Rather Be the Dragon (Medieval/Arranged Marriage AU)

Exs & Ohs (Canon Divergent after Medusa 2x08)

Clumsy Kara (College AU)

Fonder (Human/No Powers AU)

Some of My Favorite Supercorp Fics:

Not Afraid to Fall by prettyaveragewhiteshark on AO3

Don’t Let Your Heart Get Heavy by SpicyCheese on AO3

Stay The Night by lynnearlington on AO3

[sinsdaycorp]

I did a thing...

A lil Supercorp pride.

[queercapwriting]

“Supergirl and Lena coming out to the public with a photoshoot with James that they publish in a CatCo edition for pride month.” from @draconicdivinity​

Snapper is utterly unfazed by Kara’s pitch.

A Pride Month edition of CatCo -- something Cat Grant herself started years ago -- this time featuring National City’s hottest new couple.

A Super and a Luthor.

Finally ready to acknowledge that they’re a couple. That they’re wildly in love.

Lena, secure enough to know that Kara -- that Supergirl -- hell, that her girlfriend, her girlfriend, will not let her down. Will not love her then leave her, in the public spotlight, no less.

Kara, trusting Lena’s ability to care for herself enough to know that she can handle herself if any threats come down on her for this.

Lena, ready to face her mother’s wrath. Again.

Kara, ready to respond at any and all moments to the call watch Winn had made for Lena -- modeled on the one Clark had given James -- so that Supergirl will never be the reason Lena is hurt.

“Better spruce up on your ability to write about yourself in the third person, Danvers,” he grumbles, but his almost invisible, wry grin weaves entire tales of the way he lost the bet he had with Cat Grant about when Supergirl and Lena Luthor would be ready to go public with their relationship.

With themselves.

Her hands are shaking the morning James meets them in the studio for their photoshoot, and Lena stills them with her own, with soft kisses to each knuckle.

“We don’t have to do this, Kara,” she tells her for perhaps the hundredth time. “It’s alright if you’re not ready, if -- “

“No, no, that’s not it, Lena. I just... Sara isn’t a superhero on this Earth, so... so on this Earth, there really aren’t out queer superheroes. What if everyone starts thinking that I -- I don’t know -- that I’m the only way to be bi? All that representation, all on me...”

She sighs and she relishes the way Lena listens.

Listens with her full body, her full attention.

This woman who practically lives in her office; this woman who is constantly working, and loves it; this woman whose mind is constantly everywhere at once, who is always so busy that focus is a relative thing.

This woman is focusing, entirely, on her girlfriend, and it sends pleasant tingles down Kara’s spine. It almost makes her stop breathing.

The intensity of what it means to have Lena Luthor pay full attention to her. Her girlfriend, yes, but god, what a powerhouse of a woman.

Kara giggles suddenly, and Lena arches an eyebrow.

“You’re like a superhero, too, you know,” she tells Lena, who laughs open and loud because her girlfriend is utterly ridiculous.

Neither of them notice James clicking away, snapping impromptu photographs of them, incomplete makeup jobs be damned.

These will be better, anyway.

Kara with her hands in Lena’s, smiling earnestly, softly, watching her girlfriend laugh.

“No, I mean it! I was just thinking about... about how brilliant you are, and how many times you’ve saved us all, and how...  how proud I am that you even... noticed me, let alone date me.”

“Kara Danvers, I’ve told you before, and I will tell you every day until you understand why,” Lena bites her lip, the laughter gone from her face now. “You are my hero. Not this cape -- although I do love your cape -- “

They share a private laugh, and Kara blushes almost as red as the cape currently swept to her side for the photoshoot. “ -- because I didn’t know you were bulletproof the first time I laid eyes on you. I didn’t have to. You’re special without all...”

She runs her fingers up and down Kara’s arms, up and down her superhero blue. “... without all this.”

The tears stinging Kara’s eyes blink away as she notices -- finally -- James snapping away.

“We’re not even through with makeup, James!” Kara pouts, and James just laughs.

“I won’t use any shots you both don’t approve of, you know that. But um, Kara, can I talk to you for a second?”

If James were any other ex of Kara’s, Lena might have bristled. But he is so much more than her ex; he’s her family. So when Kara squeezes Lena’s hands and gets up to follow James, Lena watches with a vague smile, because her heart is hammering with the thrill of finally being out together, the thrill of what Kara just told her, the anticipation of the reception of the piece, the relaxing evening Kara mentioned having planned for tonight.

“Listen, I wanted to -- “

“Are you sure you’re okay doing this -- “

They both stop and they both laugh and look in opposite directions.

James recovers first.

“I am so happy that you’re happy, Kara. And I’m glad Snapper assigned me to this. It’s a big deal, and it’s... honestly, Kara, it’s an honor. Look.” He shows her the feed from his camera, what he’s taken so far, and Kara gasps.

Lena, running her fingers tenderly down Kara’s suited-up arms.

Lena, hands mixed up with Kara’s, staring at her intently, so intently, that the picture alone makes Kara squirm with delight, with heat, with joyful humility.

Lena, tossing her head back and laughing, with Kara looking at her like she’s the most beautiful woman in the galaxy. And she would know.

“James, they’re beautiful,” she whispers, and he smiles.

“You’re beautiful together, Kara,” he tells her, and Lena’s the one who snaps a picture with her phone when she hugs him.

The rest of the afternoon is full of laughter, full of Kara trying to be intimidating and finally admitting that Alex pulls off the hands-on-hips thing much more confidently than Kara can.

Full of Lena stepping into classic Supergirl poses -- eyes serious, arms crossed across her chest; chin tilted upwards, hands on her hips -- with Kara, jaw dropped, eyes wide, next to her, a heady combination of amused and turned on.

“Told you you’re a superhero, you do the poses better than me!” Kara stammers when she finds words again, and Lena just laughs, just kisses her cheek, just whispers into her ear about Kara doing the important poses just fine, and the next series of photos is of a blushing, spluttering Supergirl and the human woman who can reduce the unflappable hero into a pile of mush.

When Kara tries to imitate the crisp, efficient, brilliant stance that Lena has at the studio desk, simulating her role as CEO of L Corp, James grins and sighs behind the camera, already anticipating the teasing about that desk that’s going to come from Alex and Maggie and Winn.

And probably some of the social media feeds, as well.

But all of that is inevitable. They’ve discussed it all, they’ve processed it all.

And they’re ready for it all. Together.

So when James still hasn’t quite found a cover photo yet, the one he takes when Kara pulls Lena close and gathers her into her arms -- when they’re lost in each other’s eyes so deeply that it seems like they’ve forgotten they’re in a studio, that Kara’s feet might lift off the ground at any moment, and they do, slightly, they do -- is what he knows will be the winner, what he knows will reach young queer kids and older queer adults, on the cover of a Pride Edition that is bound to need extra printing.

Because National City’s savior and her superhero girlfriend are redefining heroism as looking lovingly, openly, into someone else’s eyes, and that?

That’s something they’re all very ready for.

[marinawolf]

listen, I only want to see gay shit on my dashboard from now on. understood?

[queercapwriting]

Hi Cap! Can we please have Kara bumping into Lena at pride and Kara brushing it off as supporting her sister but Lena just looks her dead in the eye saying 'I'm just super gay' and Kara becoming a mess blurting out, "well same, but..." Before realising that was how she came out.

“You don’t have to come, Kara,” Alex holds steady hands on her sister’s shoulders, knowing that Kara has ‘come out’ enough for the past year or two: revealing herself as Supergirl had been... well, it’d had its ups and downs.

Coming out as bi would be wonderful -- Alex can’t imagine that, in their group of friends, it would be anything other than that -- but Kara hasn’t been ready, not yet. 

Well, not to everyone, anyway.

She cups her palm to Kara’s cheek. “I know you support me, always. I don’t need your attendance at a march to tell me that.”

“Yeah, Little Danvers; and, you don’t need to be out and wrapped in a rainbow flag to have pride, and to be valid and all that.” Maggie walked by the two Danvers girls, kissing Alex’s neck and standing on tip toes to reach Kara’s forehead as she walked by, making coffee for them all.

“I know all that,” Kara sighed heavily. “James and Winn know, of course, but other than them, I... it all just feels like a lot right now.”

“And that’s okay. I just want you to know that there’s no pressure on you, either way.” Alex kisses Kara’s forehead, too.

“But I do want to come. For you, of course.” She squeezed her big sister’s hand. “But also, for me. Even if I’m not... telling the whole world yet. Does... is that stupid?”

“Of course not,” both her sister and her sister-in-law answered firmly, in unison.

The door cracking open made a call of joy sound from all three women, as they turned to see James and Winn strolling in, James with his “trans lives matter” t-shirt and Winn with pink, lavender, and blue streaks on one cheek, light blue, pink, and white streaks on the other.

“Oh my god, you both look amazing,” Maggie tugged them both into a bear hug, James lifting her off her feet slightly. She bent her knees and kicked up and down happily, and Alex got her phone out just in time to snap a few pictures.

“You really do, guys,” Kara pulled them in next, still holding her sister’s hand, but feeling safe, now, secure. 

Definitely wanting to go out and march and celebrate.

She expected to be nervous; she’d anticipated being overstimulated.

She and Alex had prepared for all that. They’d mapped out the public bathrooms where Kara could duck away for a stimulation break, and Alex had promised to follow her cues about all forms of socializing. And, Kara already knew all the alleys she could slip into if she needed to take off into the sky for a break with nobody seeing her.

So Kara was prepared, she thought, for everything.

Except, she wasn’t.

Because running into Lena Luthor? The woman who made her stomach soar into her throat, who her friends gently teased her about all the time because really, how were they not dating?

That wasn’t part of her plan.

“Kara!” 

Even just the sound of her voice made Kara’s world spin round, and Alex’s eyes flew wide as the whole crew turned to see Lena squeezing her way through the crowded, rainbowed streets toward them.

“Lena!” Kara returned the excited shout, extending her arms, but her friends detected the note of panic in her voice and quickly calculated what to do. 

They all waved energetically to Lena, Winn and Alex both dipping in for their own hugs.

“Nice to see you out of the office, in actual people clothes,” Winn teased, and Lena mock-scowled at him.

“I’ll have you know that actual people often dress like business professionals and CEOs, Mr. Schott.” But she couldn’t hold a straight face -- not now, not today, not with this group that felt like family -- and she laughed, and to Kara, it sounded like heaven must sound. “But point taken; it’s amazing to be out in these clothes.”

“Well, they look amazing. I mean, you do. Look amazing. Not that you don’t always. Just. Um. You look great, Lena.”

If Lena noticed the way that Maggie facepalmed and James bent to bury his face in Alex’s shoulder at Kara’s spluttering, she didn’t show it. 

“You do, too, Kara. Always.” She bit her lip, and Kara thought it might be the end of her. 

“Well, you know, gotta support my sister, you know.” She tried to find Alex’s ribs to nudge, and nearly tripped over herself. 

Lena arched an eyebrow, leaning into Kara and dipping her voice deadly low. “A noble cause. But I’m here because I’m just super gay.”

Whether Kara wanted to take off soaring through the sky or melt right down into the ground, she wasn’t sure.

“Well same, but... uh, well, bi... I mean... girls...”

She started to wonder if somehow, the sun was only shining on her, or if maybe her heat vision had turned internally, because suddenly, she was warmer than she could ever remember being, Lena’s pupils suddenly dilating, her teeth catching her bottom lip.

“Girls indeed,” Lena smiled deeply as Maggie and James high-fived Alex and Winn threw a victorious fist in the air.

“Pride date, then, Kara?” Lena offered Kara her elbow, and Kara, wide-eyed and still spluttering, took it.

“Hey, I didn’t get an immediate date offer from a pretty girl when I came out!” Alex protested with a broad grin as the two practically skipped onward, lost in rapturous revelations and in each other.

“I mean, you kinda did,” James protested, and Maggie glared teasingly.

“Right here, Danvers.”

“Well, I had to work for that, it wasn’t immediate,” Alex defended herself vaguely, pulling Maggie in for a kiss that had both James, Winn, and the rest of the crowd milling around them cheering in no time.

“Worth it?” Maggie asked with a grin, still tangled up in Alex’s arms.

“Every time,” Alex kissed her nose before turning proudly to watch her little sister and Lena, taking in Pride and taking in each other, for the first -- but far from the last -- time.