#supercorp tag

[unicyclehippo]

how about 'horns' for supercorp?

she stands in the doorway. kara really doesn't know how to linger or lean or drape herself over furniture the way seduction often requires so it's fortunate for her that the mere sight of her standing there, graceless, solid, strong, is more than enough to have lena's knees buckling.

'what do you think?'

lena licks her lips. 'ah. lovely. what context?'

kara frowns. 'halloween?' she says, like it should be obvious. like she didn't just open her bedroom door standing in a red leather corset and matching pants. and horns. like she hadn't obviously been waiting for lena to arrive to do so.

lena makes a small sound. she hopes it sounds like understanding. she's been so fucking good for her whole and if there is anything like karma, like good deals in her cosmic bank, she is cashing in every one of those gold coins now - whether the coins are going to the get my brain in gear check or the let her stay in this for another hour, she isn't sure. kara's words click in her head and the confusion fades, along with a vain hope she's been harbouring.

'the devil? for halloween?' she holds up a hand to stall. this is kara. she never does anything without research. 'which devil?'

'liz hurley. bedazzled. duh.'

'you think you're liz hurley from bedazzled?' lena laughs. it's not meant to be unkind but she has to backpedal quickly when kara's expression drops. 'darling, i just mean - if you are anyone, you're - oh, what's his face.'

'brendan fraser.'

'sure.'

kara frowns. 'i want to be liz hurley. i was rick o'connell -'

'who?'

'his character from the mummy. i went as him two years ago. if i go as another of his characters, alex will make fun of me.' she braces her stance, folds her arms over her chest. a formidable frown settles across her brow, undercut somewhat by the fact that lena is trying so hard not to look at her chest that she barely sees the frown.

'alex always makes fun of you,' lena says.

kara clicks her tongue, throws up her hands. 'that's not the point! why can't i be this?' she gestures at herself again. lena focuses on the costume obediently. for a very long moment. 'lena?'

'hm?'

'it doesn't suit me, does it?' kara's shoulders droop.

'i didn't say that.'

'you're not saying it does suit me. and you're usually pretty up front about that stuff.' with a pretty pout, kara pulls the horns off her head, tosses them behind her. winces when something crashes to the floor. 'i look stupid, huh?'

'kara, no, you don't look stupid. you look...' lena bites her lip. 'different.'

'okay, i took highschool art, i know that different is just nice talk for bad.'

lena laughs. 'you don't! you don't at all, you look gorgeous,' she insists, because of course she does the very second she's not thinking about keeping it in.

kara's expression softens from where it is somewhere between uncomfortable and upset. 'you think?'

'always. and in a corset?' lena raises a brow. rakes her gaze over kara's chest and fans herself dramatically. smiles when the gesture makes kara laugh. she wishes she were a little braver, that she could convince kara that she looks - good, very good - in a way she couldn't dismiss as a joke. 'you're hot, kara, if you want to go as liz hurley's bedazzled devil then you should.'

'but?'

'but heels hurt if you wear them longer than ten minutes and leather gets hot.'

kara smiles because lena's tone is joking but her eyes are curious. 'i've worn heels before and i don't really get hot. which you know. what's the real reason?'

lena purses her lips. 'i don't mean this unkindly.' kara braces for it like a superhero, all unfairly broad shoulders and square jaw. 'you're not what i would call...seductive.'

something flashes across kara's face, too fast to pin down.

lena hurries on in case it was hurt. 'it's not a bad thing! it's just that you spend half your life trying to go unnoticed and the other half as a -' she struggles with finding the right word because warrior is true and so is good but warrior forgets that she has to be unnoticed as supergirl too, not too strong, not too frightening, not too other and good makes it sound like seduction is wrong and it isn't, it just isn't one of the tools that kara or supergirl make good use of, and so she settles on '- paragon for the city, for all of the city, and i've yet to see you talk down an enemy through flirtation,' she jokes.

kara doesn't laugh. her hands drop to her hips, one finger alternating between tapping against one of the knotted laces and stroking it, fidgety in the way she gets when she's thinking hard.

'oh,' she says finally. 'okay.'

'you're disappointed.'

'a little.' kara lifts a hand, brushes back strands of hair. the muscles of her arm bunch, the truly golden skin that covers her - all of her? - ripples.

lena's mouth goes abruptly, utterly dry. why on earth would kara need to learn seduction? why did she say any of this?

'lena?'

'hm?'

'you're good at it,' kara says, face open and earnest.

'me?' lena smiles. drops her handbag - finally - onto kara's couch and, with all the languid grace kara lacks, sits on the arm of the couch. one heeled foot drags against the smooth curve of her calf. one hand braces against the back of the couch, pushes up her own chest - not that she can compete with a corset but it's the purposefulness of the action that counts in this case. 'i don't know what you mean.'

red-faced is a good look on kara. even when she's already dressed head to toe in red.

'right, of course you don't,' she drawls. actually drawls in that midvale accent that only comes out now and again. 'will you teach me?'

her heel drops to the floor. she kicks off the second one, pretending it was on purpose.

'pardon?'

'well, i've already got the outfit and winn is going as elliott -'

'is he now.'

'- and it's only a week away which really isn't enough time to get new costumes.' kara hurries out of the doorway and stops in front of lena, stoops to collect the hand on her knee. she holds it, hands so warm, eyes so warm, boobs so propped up and obvious and right there in front of lena's face. 'please, lena, you can help me learn how to be all -' she pops her hip out to the side in a bad imitation of lena's boardroom stance and lena can't help but smirk. kara grins down at her. 'please?'

she collects herself. she collects her hand, pulls it back; she collects her eyes, removes them from kara's chest. she sighs as though she is a very put-upon good friend who has only a little time to spare and hopes that kara never finds out that the goodness of her heart has nothing at all to do with this. there are only two ways this turns out. one - kara can't learn how to be seductive and decides last minute not to go as the bedazzled devil and she pouts through halloween. two - kara learns how to be seductive the same way she learns everything else - extremely quickly and effectively - and lena never knows peace again. either way, she's doomed.

[nancywheelxr]

Please, a second part for the prompt where Kara lose her memory and keep asking for Lena. 😞😞😞😞

It’s been two whole days since she woke up.

So far, they haven't let her out of the DEO’s medical wing, running tests over tests over tests. Kara didn't know there was so much to be checked on.

Realistically, she knows something must be very wrong. She's seen the way Alex looks at her with huge worried eyes and she's seen how Brainy keeps fidgeting whenever he comes to visit. Even J’onn had stopped by, looting around her head for a bit, and when Kara asked Nia if everything was fine, she heard the way her heart stuttered before replying yes.

Kara feels fine, though. Well, she does have headaches sometimes, but who wouldn’t, really, considering all this poking and probing?

And except, well, Lena hasn't been here once and that's not fine at all.

Something is going on and Kara needs to know what very soon or she's gonna lose her mind.

So maybe, she's already out of it a little and that's why she doesn't hear the commotion until the door is swinging open.

“Lena?” Kara whispers, startling. It's kinda jarring to suddenly have her there, materialized right out of her thoughts, looking like she hasn't slept in a while.

Privately, in a small selfish part of her heart, Kara hopes it’s because of her, wishes Lena has been worried enough to lose sleep over her.

Lena looks just as startled. Like she hasn't planned much further than getting there and now is at a loss of what to do.

Something uncomfortable and cold sneaks around Kara's spine– that never used to happen between them.

Behind Lena, Alex watches them both for a second longer, lips pressed in a thin line. She doesn't look too happy but she still closes the door.

“Lena?” Kara asks again and her voice wavers around the vowels because she's missed her so much and she's been so worried– 

It jostles Lena out of her hesitation. She smiles shakily as she approaches the bed, dropping her purse on the plastic chair. “Hello darling,” she says and a knot unties itself in Kara's chest at her voice, “I’m sorry I’m terribly late. How do you feel?”

Kara feels more relieved than perhaps the situation calls for, but Lena is there, at her bedside, and even if she looks more guarded than usual, Kara can't help being soothed by her presence. “Like it's going to be alright,” she answers, and means it.

[nancywheelxr]

I saw your poetry prompt. Please, can you make one with #7 with Kara and Lena.

It rains softly as Kara treads the narrow path across the graveyard, unbothered by the weather.

“Hey,” she says to the grave, touching cold stone with trembling fingers, and the roses are a stark contrast to the gray. “Sorry, it's been a while, things have been crazy lately.”

No one answers because there's no one alive for miles. At this hour, Kara is always alone here. “I know you worry, but I can handle it,” she continues, glancing at the words engraved and pretending they hurt less with time, “Clark is backing me up, too, this time, so. It’s fine.”

It’s been two years now and nothing is easier. Lena’s absence aches like a phantom limb, itching at odd hours, and weighing her down, unbalanced.

Some days it taints everything else, sours the memories of happier, younger times, and Kara wants to throw the album out of the window, erase pages and pages of tabloids, until Lena is a ghost she doesn't have to remember.

Until she can pretend this pain can go away, nothing to hold on to it.

It never lasts long, though, this anger. Kara thinks of Lena’s smiles, the way she would kiss her softly, and the time they danced in her balcony and the world seemed to glitter with starlight, and– 

It hurts, but it’s there. Lena lived and loved, and they were happy. Once upon a time, they were so fucking happy.

Kara thinks that’s enough to make it worth it. It hurts now and it will hurt tomorrow but yesterday– yesterday is theirs, encased in glass like a red rose.

“I miss you, Lena,” she whispers, wiping a tear, “I think you’d like it here now. Not that it matters, I liked with you better. Even when it was bad, it was still better.”

Love, it turns out, doesn't conquer everything, but Kara isn't sure living without it is anything like living at all.

[heavenxhell]

     “I flew here. On a bus. I literally told her that I flew here-- On. A. Bus. Look. I know I’m Kryptonian and bullet-proof, but I need you to at least try and shoot me. That was humiliating.”