Lena Luthor

Supergirl fanpage ~ Alex Kieren ~ 20 ~ Any Pronouns ~ Original Content Varies

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Introduction~

My name is Alex Kieren Adler. Yes, I named myself after two Supergirl characters.

I am 21.

I use he/they

I know Supergirl has already ended, but my love for it has not so I made this.

I am not sure how much original content I will be posting.

If you want to ask any questions I will answer them as long as they aren’t too personal.

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LENA LUTHOR ⎯ looking at Kara in Season 6

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Shield You

“God, I forgot how terrifying she can be.”

Alex’s voice is loud in Kara’s ears. She stands shoulder to shoulder with her sister but doesn’t reply. She can’t, because she is entirely focused on the scene playing out in front of them.

“I mean, I watch her with Esme and they’re so quiet and gentle with each other. And then with you. I mean, you know how she is with you. And then she turns around and pulls this?”

This, the scene they are both watching, is Lena tearing into a stranger, a young man who made the mistake of approaching Kara in public. Not that there is anything wrong with that, per se. Since revealing her identity to the world, Kara has gotten used to people coming up to her to thank her for the work she does, or to ask her questions about being a superhero. There are also the many little girls who stare at her in awe, and Kara can’t lie, she enjoys it.

However, the attention Kara gets isn’t always entirely positive, and today is an example of that other side of being known publicly. Kara didn’t even hear all of what the man said to her, but what she did hear was lewd and gross. Lena didn’t hesitate; she pounced.

“Should I, do I need to intervene? She looks like she’s about to rip him apart and scatter the remains.” Alex sounds impressed and concerned in equal measure.

Kara swallows. She knows what it’s like to be on the receiving end of this Lena, and it makes her shiver. The icy tone, the way her face betrays little more than the sheer determination to destroy, it’s both familiar and alarming.

In the end, intervention isn’t necessary. Kara watches as the man retreats, head down, without another glance in their direction. Lena turns and takes a few hasty steps toward Kara.

“Are you okay?”

Kara blinks. The sudden shift in Lena’s tone and demeanor is enough to give her whiplash, but she can’t help but feel warm at the deep concern in Lena’s voice.

“I’m fine.”

“I’m pretty sure you made him soil his pants there, Lena. Especially when you told him you’d be calling his mother about today.” Alex chuckles, clearly amused.

Lena just shrugs. “Not my first rodeo.”

“You know, you didn’t have to do that.”

“What, and let him walk away thinking this is acceptable behaviour?” Lena frowns and shifts back and forth on her feet.

“No, I just,” Kara pauses and takes a breath, “I could have dealt with it myself.”

Lena’s body goes perfectly still and she studies Kara’s face for a long moment, brows pulled together. “I know that,” she says, and it sounds pained. “But if you’re asking me to, to sit back and watch you get attacked, I can’t do that.”

And just like that, today’s interaction is no longer just about the vulgar commentary from a stranger. Kara can see how Lena’s expression shifts, tenacity on full display despite the underlying worry. She’s seen this version of Lena before, too. The one who wouldn’t let her face Lex without programming a life-saving protocol into the Fortress’ systems. The one who agreed to use her still volatile magic to protect Kara’s humanity. The one who is Kara’s shelter from any storm they get thrown into, even when she is the storm.

Kara knows she wouldn’t be here without Lena, that she wouldn’t want to be here without her.

Alex clears her throat and the noise pulls Kara out of her thoughts and back into reality.

“Alright, I’m going to,” Alex points behind her shoulder, “I’m heading back to the office. You coming, Kara?”

Kara never takes her eyes off Lena. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

Alex shakes her head a little but smiles at them and walks away. When she is sure that her sister is well out of sight, Kara reaches out and brushes against Lena’s hand with her fingers.

“I guess I’m still getting used to this. Getting recognized. And everything that comes with it.”

Lena hums.

“I have no idea how you handled being a Luthor in public all these years. The vitriol. The hostility.”

“The bombings,” Lena adds with a quiet laugh.

“Those, too.” Kara shudders.

Lena’s eyes bore into hers. “I know you’re perfectly capable of defending yourself. I just, I can’t just stand by and do nothing. Please don’t ask me to do that.”

“I won’t. But promise me something?”

“What?”

“Keep yourself protected, too?” Kara watches as Lena nods carefully. “And if you need help hiding a body, call Alex, not me. I don’t need to know.”

The tension snaps and Lena breaks into a proper laugh, loud and warm, the kind she only ever seems to share with Kara. Suddenly, Kara forgets all about any unpleasant public attention, or that Alex asked her to come to the DEO.

Lena reminds her when they’re half-way back to her office and Kara speeds off, but not before pressing a quick kiss to Lena’s cheek.

Later that afternoon, Kara places a somewhat excessive order at the local florist for delivery, with strict instructions to leave no surface of Lena’s office untouched.

She grins when she sees the text from Lena the next morning: a single red heart.

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a different meeting

Of course, is all Lena can think when she hears the roar of the bus too late to step back.

Just when everything is going right for her – disentangling herself from Lex’s schemes, taking control of the company, successfully arranging the move to National City – she’s going to be killed by walking into traffic because she looked down at her phone at the exact wrong time.

Except – it doesn’t come.

Strong arms encircle her, jerk her back. The bus speeds past inches from her face, doing no more damage than to blow her carefully tamed hair about wildly.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re safe.” The voice is soft. Lena feels a breath in her ear, the faint thrum of it through her saviour’s chest pressed up against her back. Suddenly, those strong, strong arms loosen. Lena’s being turned, stood properly upright, but hands linger around her biceps, steadying her. She realizes her heart is pounding like crazy, not all of it from the close encounter with death, and she’s shaking a little. “You good?”

Lena can only reply with a little nod, because Supergirl.

Of course she was the one that saved her, she’s part of what drew Lena to National City. But to suddenly have the reality of her slammed into her face – or wrapped around her, really – is a little overwhelming. As is her soft voice, her continued closeness, the concerned look on her face, and those vivid blue eyes.

Lena straightens up a bit, and offers her hand to Supergirl.

“I’m Lesbian.”

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Kara *Gets a phone call*: Hello?

Caller: We have your girlfriend.

Kara: I don’t have a girlfriend?

Caller: You aren’t dating Lena Luthor?

Kara: Oh I am, but they prefer the term partner and they use they/them.

Caller: Oh um…

Kara: Also you don’t have them. They have you. Good luck!