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of-suns-and-guns:

between you and me – Kara/Alex ficlet

Winn’s going to the future.

So I wrote a thing.

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between you and me

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“Come on,” Kara whines, bouncing and tugging on Winn’s arm like petulance will absolutely work this time. “Just tell me one thing and I’ll stop asking.”

“No,” he says patiently, fingers not missing a beat over the keyboard, despite the jostling. “You will find out eventually; you just have to be patient.”

She huffs and flops down in the chair beside him. “But I don’t wanna wait; I wanna know my future now!” She stomps her feet and pouts. “Come on, just tell me one—”

“No!” he laughs and looks at her. “I promise it’s good. You’re gonna love it. But you have to wait for it.”

She grumbles, and sighs. “Fine. Then tell me something about Alex’s future.”

His smile drops and he turns immediately back to the computer. “Oh no. No, no. Telling you the future is a bad idea; telling Alex? Suicide.”

“But you’re not telling Alex her future,” Kara reasons, scooting her chair right up against his. “You’re telling me. Therefore; not suicide.”

“One—” He sends her a glance. “You can’t keep a secret from her to save your life. Two, you can’t keep a secret from her to save my life. So no. No Alex-future either.”

“Then I won’t tell her til after you leave. By the time you get back, she’ll have forgotten all about it.”

Winn scoffs, sending her a look. “Please. That woman has a memory like a steel trap. You know how often she just suddenly hits me for doing things I don’t even remember doing? Like telling you she was the one that broke your creepy horse statue.” He turns toward her sharply. “Which, okay; was that me? Cause I didn’t even know it was broken ‘til she accused me, but she swears up and down I—”

“She did what?” Kara’s face falls to confusion laced betrayal. “But…when? Wait…” Kara pauses, thinking. “Wait. No, yeah, when could this have happened, cause it was fine when I left for work, like, four hours ago.”

Winn freezes, eyes flicking away. “Uh…” Then his eyes slip a little wide. “Oh my god…” He looks back at her, shell-shocked. “I did tell you.” He slumps back. “Damn it, she was right.”

Kara narrows her eyes. “How is this conversation happening in the past tense when my horse statue is intact at this very moment in time?”

Winn stiffens, eyes, once again, going wide, before he turns away, face burning red, eyes back on his computer screen. “No reason. I was mistaken. That was a complete misspoken misha—ahh!”

Kara snatches him out of the chair, frog-marching him up and away from any prying ears, before pushing him into a wall.

“That is Alex behavior,” he wails. “You’re supposed to be better than that! You’re supposed to be the nice—”

She cuts him off with a sharp finger in his face. “You have two seconds to tell me Alex isn’t still alive four-hundred years from now.”

“Alex isn’t still alive four-hundred years from now,” he dutifully squeaks.

She glares. “Are you lying?”

He withers. “Yes? I mean, no! No? No, no.” He shakes his head. “No, definitely not lying,” he lies. Obviously.

Kara stares him down, then blinks.

Then begins thinking.

And thinking.

Then she turns sharp eyes back to him. “Winn.”

He gulps. “Yeah?”

She clicks her tongue, hesitating. “I’m gonna ask you a question.”

He winces. “I really wish you wouldn’t.”

“I’m gonna ask you a question, and I need you to tell me the truth.”

He sighs, resigned, and nods.

Kara licks her lips, afraid to ask, afraid to know, afraid she’s wrong. But she asks. “Do Alex and I…are we…cause there’s only so many ways she could possibly survive and theoretically, soul-bonding with a Kryptonian would…” She lets out a shaky breath and turns away, fighting tears, before looking back at him. “Do I…I mean do I get…is she mine?”

His face softens and he steps forward, pulling her into a tight hug while she shudders through a sob.

He turns his head, lips next to her ear, and whispers, “Don’t tell her I told you; she really likes telling everyone how surprised you were when she finally kissed you.”

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fin

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Thoughts?

“Hi! I’m calling on behalf of–”

of-suns-and-guns:

immopengu:

Alex was going over inventory with Vasquez, when her phone buzzed at her hip.

“Your mom?” Vasquez asked, checking off a box on her list.

Alex scowled at Vasquez. “I have other people besides my mom calling me, you know.”

Vasquez snorted, but kept her eyes on her clipboard and the stockpile of dangerous items in front of her. Alex picked up the phone, eyes narrowed and trained on Vasquez.

“Hello?”

“Hi! I’m calling on behalf of–” a cheerful voice started off, and Alex’s frown deepened, pulling the phone away from her ear to glare at it.

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oh my god that is the cutest little thing!

wobbly, rambly Kara is A++

beaglesinbowties:

Completely inspired by/contributed to by @of-suns-and-guns, blame her for everything. NSFW.

Kara’s apartment is empty when Alex arrives, not that she’s expected differently. There’d been a call right before Alex had finished changing out of her uniform, a nasty three-car accident on the highway.

She’d known Kara would respond and perhaps she’s a little relieved Kara will be late. There will be less chance of Kara swinging back by the DEO and exchanging any sort of gossip—which suits Alex just fine.

She hums to herself as she lays out the takeout and paper plates, taking the time to make sure everything is neat before she turns the TV on.

Just as everything is prepped and she’s begun serving herself, Kara arrives.

“How’d it go?” she asks without looking up from adding rice to her plate.

Kara’s boots thud softly against the ground. “Could have been worse. Everyone got to the hospital in record time, at least.”

“That’s good news. Every second counts,” Alex agrees. She pushes a piece of chicken back from the edge of her plate with a fork.

There’s a few quick gusts of wind, and then Kara is taking the seat next to her.

“So how was your day, Alex?” Kara asks.

Alex’s senses go on high alert. Kara hasn’t picked up a plate. “Fine. Chill, even.”

“Is that so? I heard you caught a live grenade. That doesn’t sound very chill to me.”

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ayrki:

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maxoliness:

I may not need Superman to be a hero, but I will always need you. 

#This is the relationship that is always going to resonate for me as platonic or romantic because Alex is the only one who#sees ALL of Kara. James is probably the closest second (And i really hope they continue to develop that relationship its sweet)#Winn sees a fantasy he can’t have and Cat really only started to notice ‘Kara’ when Kara began to become Supergirl#So many people  in Kara’s life look at the cute slightly awkward assistant and they think that’s the whole of Kara#and Cat sees – or senses – that maybe Kara can *become* more – and she’s right#but Alex is the one who knows – and has complete unshakable faith – in what Kara’s *already* capable of#Alex is the one who isn’t surprised or afraid of Kara’s rage or her grief#(I dont think James is afraid of her either but he was definitely surprised)#because Kara keeps those things hidden from everyone but Alex#Alex is the one who Kara trusts to see all of her because she always has from the first time they went flying#to Alex crawling under the table because Kara was afraid of a popcorn maker#Alex made the mistake of wanting Kara to stay ‘normal’ because (imo)  she was terrified for Kara#because  when you love someone you want to protect them and as soon as Kara put  on that cape Alex had to have known#she was never going to be able to truly protect Kara again and so she stumbles and makes mistakes#but she has always *always* known Kara was a hero#these idiots im just so emotional about them dammit
(via @racethewind10)

I think I am going to adopt arc’s tag of Danvers Squared because its ambiguity suits my purposes. I interpreted Alex’s wanting Kara to stay ‘normal’ f for the same reason she joined the DEO because she desperately wanted Kara to remain safe As a DEO agent Alex has a front and centre view to the shit that Superman deals with on a DAILY basis but worse than that? She is privy to exactly what the goverment has or is preparing and working on to fight people like Kara. She WORKS for them and not -I think- because she believes in it (though she does understand the alien threat from the prison) but because if she understands and sees it all first hand then she is better equiped to protect Kara in the event they come for her. Alex’s being DEO serves multiple purposes: 1) maybe she can do the job and keep Kara away from danger 2) if the DEO ever turns on Kara she will be uniquely placed to try and protect Kara because she knows what they have It’s only once Hank reveals himself as J’onn another alien refugee who was hunted by the DEO does she probably start to fear that day a little less because now she knows that Kara might have another ally. (and fuck now I want that story. I want the story of when the DEO come for Kara and Alex gets to her first grabbing her hand and telling her they have to run. that the government is coming for her and they have to go.)  via ayrki

# oh my god yes # bonus if its a pre-series thing # like kara doesnt know alex is deo and still isnt using her powers and now she has to run # the plane crash never happened so the catalyst still isnt there yet tags by @randomthingsthatilike123

I won’t lie: totally pre-series.  I am thinking Kara is still in college and she has no idea what Alex really does for work, just that she is terribly busy.  Too busy to talk to anyone in the family.  She misses her but Alex is being awesome and the world needs her to do that.  And then, out of the blue, Alex is in her dark dorm room, turning the stereo up too loud and speaking so that only Kara can hear.  That she’s in danger, that they’re coming of her and they have to run.  They have to run as far away from everything they’ve ever known (again) to keep her safe.  And Kara has no idea what the hell is going on, and it’s been months since she even heard from Alex, but there’s one thing she does know: Alex will always protect her.

OMG THE TAGS!! HJKJAHHFJAHKAL THIS IS GETTING TOO BIG AND I LOVE IT

the wealth of dragons – Alex/Kara ficlet

of-suns-and-guns:

A
little Danvers Sisters ficlet inspired by the post about a dragon trying to
sleep on it’s friends and family ever night because they’re it’s greatest
treasure.

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the wealth of dragons
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Kara
nudges the window open with her muzzle and carefully peeks inside to confirm Alex
definitely still asleep.

The
lump in Alex’s bed doesn’t move and she huffs her small victory, before
scooting further in, one claw on the ottoman, then the next on the hardwood
floor with barely a sound, and keeps her wings tucks tight to her back as she
slips fully into her sister’s apartment, absently bumping the window closed
with her tail.

Alex’s
fan covers the sound of her claws sneaking very
gingerly across the floor and up the small platform to the bed.

Now
it’s time for the difficult part.

She
tucks her body low and scoots herself up alongside the bed, ears perked for any
sound that her presence might’ve been detected, before slowly lighting her
head, neck craned to peek over the edge.

Alex
hasn’t moved, laying on her side, facing away from her, her breath even, the
curved outline of her shoulder, waist, and hip remain still in the slants of
moonlight.

It’s
only years of practice that have given Kara the ability to climb up onto the mattress
so delicately, not even Alex “aggravatingly-light-sleeper” Danvers is
disturbed by it.

Admittedly,
this had been easier when her dragon form was more or less Doberman-sized, as
opposed to the decidedly lion size she is nowadays. But she makes due, and has
learned how to work around her own bulk.

The
fan hums and Alex sleeps, and Kara places each step with the utmost care and precision,
eyes locked on the profile of Alex’s face the entire time.

She
moves as close as she can without touching Alex, then shifts her fore-claw
across Alex’s body, coming to rest just below Alex’s pillow, then her back leg
follows, nearly coming down on Alex’s knee before Kara realizes she’d
miscalculated which fold of the blanket was which, and she freezes, one leg
hanging in the air, claw clenched tight.

She
turns frightful eyes down at Alex’s face, heart pounding, waiting for those
hazel eyes to open and catch her red-clawed.

Alex
hums, face scrunching, the fingers near her face twitching. She sniffs and
nuzzles into her pillow, before sighing and drifting back from the edge of
waking.

Kara
lets out a silent breath, muscles unbunching, and takes excruciating caution as
she finally settles her foot down below Alex’s bent knees.

Now
straddling Alex’s sleeping form, she adjusts her footing a bit, makes sure
everything comfortable and in place, and then slowly lowers herself down,
holding all of her weight on her bent legs as the sleek scales down her belly
brush Alex’s side, before easing her weight down.

Most
of her weight comes to final rest on her legs on either side of Alex’s body, but
she sighs happily at the uniquely perfect sensation of having her sister safely
tucked beneath her.

She
indulges herself the tiniest lick against Alex’s cheek before laying her head
down over Alex’s, lapsing over onto the pillow-space above the mop of dark
hair, tail curling over Alex’s feet, and finally closes her eyes, chest humming
with peace and security, never happier than she is just like this.

Then
Alex shifts and Kara freezes, eyes flying open, waiting on baited breath.

Alex
grunts and moves her head so her ear is no longer quite as trapped under Kara’s
jaw, and slips her hand around the firm muscle of Kara’s upper-foreleg,
absently stroking the sensitive scales with her thumb.

“I’m
still not going to the farmers’ market with you,” she mumbles through a
yawn and squirms to get comfortable, slipping her other hand under Kara’s claw,
palm-to-palm.

Kara
smiles and lifts her head to huff down against Alex’s temple, giving her
another lick, which Alex half-heartedly protests with a whine, but leans into
the affection before Kara settles back down, tucking Alex more securely beneath
her, and closes her eyes with a happy sigh.

Alex
is objectively the greatest treasure in the universe and she’s all Kara’s.

How
did Kara get so lucky?

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fin
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I utterly adore this concept and have literally been thinking about this for months. So I finally decided to write the thing. And I dunno about you, but I love it.

I do hope you did too, though, and would love it if you let me know, via comments, asks, tags, or just liking and/or reblogging, really.

Anyway, thanks for reading!

venus-kareng:

a dark take on the having your soulmate’s mark AU where redK Kara has burned her house symbol onto Alex’s chest. Heavily inspired by the Smallville season where Clark is “branded” with the S/ by Jor-El and it burns more the longer he uses the red kryptonite ring.

I love dark Kara and I wanted to practice more with photoshop.