I’m just waiting for the day that Lena is moaning about her family name and what a horrible person she is and how the potential for her to turn evil is right around the corner and Kara just loses it –
“Fine! You want to be a killer? You’re a killer! You’re a cold blooded murderer! You’re so evil and twisted and – and “ She tosses her hands in the air. “-and calculating that I’m sure every night before you go to sleep you sit around thinking about ways to run over little old ladies in traffic! Let’s talk about all the ways that you’re living up to the family name, shall we? We can start with the children’s hospital? I’m sure you have some ulterior motive there! That delivery guy that you only tipped 50% last week? You’re probably plotting to send him into financial ruin! And don’t even get me started on the lady at the checkout counter! She said ‘Come and see us again’ and you said ‘Thanks, you too’! What the heck? Why would you ever be that cruel to someone?”
She stops her rant to see Lena watching her, one eyebrow raised in question.
“Do you feel better?”
“No, I don’t. I hate hearing you talk about yourself like that! I don’t let anyone else talk about you like that, why would I let you?”
Lena sighs.
“I suppose I could ease up on the self hate.”
“Good. And I want a list of twenty things you’ve done that are good things by the end of the week.”
“Kara!”
“I’m serious, twenty things, and were going to add to it everyday.”
And sure, Lena rolls her eyes, but she’s already decided what to say for number one –
Became friends with Kara Danvers.
Tag: supercorp
@potstickermaster created some of my favourite supercorp fics so I figured it was about time I did some fanart in HONOUR OF THIS BEAUTIFUL HUMAN BEING. Seeing as I just finished reading THIS masterpiece of a roadtrip fic I wanted to do a lil something for it, and it kinda ended up turning into a full blown grayscale thing WITH A VERY ROUGH background. Please go read the fic, it’s funny and pure and made me FEEL ALL WARM INSIDE and the character development was incredible like what even thank you for making this exist :’) (THE LINK IS RIGHT HERE JUST CLICK IT AND READ I SWEAR IT’LL MAKE YOUR LIFE A BEAUTIFUL PLACE)
Supergirl ladies + the 4 suits
dangersuntoldhardshipsunnumbered:
LENA LUTHOR – CATCO MAGAZINE cover
Another print for @clexacon done… Maybe I’m a little excited.
LENA LUTHOR: RESHAPING A LEGACY
The name Luthor leaves footprints all over the corridors of power across the country, but nowhere moreso than in National City, where the family first established itself and made much of its fortune. Senators whisper it in frustration, judges mutter it in disgust, prison wardens spit it with disdain, criminals with a degree of awe.
Lena Luthor wants you to know, she wants no part of it.
We’ve met at an open-air café in the downtown Market District, not far from Luthor’s notoriously chic loft on the waterfront. She’s friendly and direct, poised and confident. A far cry from the guarded black sheep I was expecting. She’s dressed down and ordered a nicoise salad and some sparkling water, and she fiddles a lot with her ponytail, which keeps coming loose.
The first thing she seems eager to get out of the way is that she is Not Like Other Luthors. Indeed, she’s careful to pay respects to her brother’s brilliance and her parents’ insistence on teaching her a thousand and one things that she would need to know to survive in a world where her name would be as much a curse as the fortune that came with it would be a blessing. She talks about coding classes, science camp, but also Survival Scouts and marksmanship lessons –yes, that’s right, she can fire both a gun and a bow and arrow and is apparently quite accurate with both– and literature and fencing and finance and chess. She waves dismissively when I use the word genius to refer to her. She says she was just educated very, very well.
also on AO3
supergirl → text posts
this is actually how kara spent her valentines ok
I’m still the same I was when you found me, you showed me what it feels like to be free.
OK, imagine kids don’t trick ‘or’ treat at Kara apartment building. So dressed in her Supergirl costume, she goes to Lena’s house with a lawn chair and a garbage bag full of candy and just starts handing out fist fulls of candy to the kids and two to the ones dressed as Supergirl.
“I’m fine.”
She’s not. Alex can see it in the muscles of her jaw, the set of her shoulders.
But those same taut lines tell Alex she’s not ready to be pushed. Not yet.
So she lets Kara walk out of the DEO, despite the story Imra tells- one of a powerless battle, a selfless sacrifice.
She lets Kara go, and she pretends not to see the careful way her sister holds herself. Because Alex knows, has returned from enough missions with fractured numbers, has walked those heavy steps.
Sometimes the pain is the only thing that keeps the loss from tearing you apart.
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“It’s open!” comes the muffled call from within.
Lena lets herself in, juggling her purse and bags of ice cream and takeout.
“I know you believe the good in people but you really ought to-”
Lena cuts out when she spots the strained smile on Kara’s face. The bags slip to the floor and she’s suddenly on the couch, taking Kara’s hands in her own. “What happened?”
Where. Is. Kara.
To be honest, I think Lena’s reactions were mostly reasonable. She has no reason to think Kara was fake.I was hoping she’d at least think there was a connection between Kara and Supergirl, but that soup bit with James was so funny I don’t even care.
Still, I was hoping for a little more insight and fight from Lena. So here’s something along those lines.
“S-sick,” James manages to stammer. “With the flu. Bad flu. Flu bad. Really bad flu.”
Lena stares at James for a beat. Then two.
Supergirl is hurt and missing.
Kara is mysterious friends with Supergirl.
James is the world’s worst liar.
“When was the last time you talked to her?” Lena asks, hiding her suspicion far better than James hides his nervousness.
“Earlier today,” he says, more smoothly than ‘flu bad’ but less smoothly than almost anything she’s heard out of his mouth. “Called in sick. A little after you asked about her, in fact.”
Kara hasn’t texted her back in two days, one hour, and thirty four minutes. Lena highly doubts Kara would call in sick and not at least text her ask much as well. Or call her instead of James.
“Well. I should probably go check on her.” Lena turns her back to James, who shouts with comical helplessness,
“No–aaaaaahhh I mean, no, but… but you don’t want to get sick too!” James darts in front of Lena, holds his hands up like he’s going to herd her back into the office. “We’ve got our hands full here. Let Kara rest up, and keep yourself well.”
That was it. Something was wrong.
“James, one minute with my sick best friend isn’t going to kill me.” Lena pushes past him and out the door. James waits until she’s out of earshot, and makes a panicked phone call.
“Winn? We’re in trouble.”
Lena marches up the stairs to Kara’s apartment not fifteen minutes later. The deserted streets of National City made for record driving times.
Her manicured hand pounds on the door. “Kara? It’s Lena!”
No answer. Lena bangs again.
“Kara, please answer the door.“ Lena tries not to think about all the pieces floating in her mind.
Kara is the only one who seems to be able to talk to Supergirl.
James has a history of being friends with Supers.
Kara hasn’t texted her back in two days, one hour, and fifty-one minutes…
“Kara!” Lena shouts. There’s a clatter inside, like someone hiting a window pane. Then heavy footsteps. Lena’s heart races. What on earth…? “Kara?”
Latches click, and the door swings open. Kara, clad in bathrobe but otherwise appearing perfectly healthy, stands in the doorway. Lena feels the tightness in her chest relax.
Mostly.
“Kara,” Lena breathes. “Thank god. I’ve been so worried. You didn’t answer your phone for two days!”
“Yes. I– my phone. I was attempting to sleep off this sickness, so I have not used it in that time.”
Alarm bells go off in Lena’s head. “You haven’t used it at all?”
“No.” Kara’s face is oddly serious. Yes, she seems sick… or just… not herself. “I have not. I am sorry for worrying you.”
Lena’s heart is racing. She could be entirely wrong. She’s a Luthor. It’s in her blood to be paranoid and suspicious. She could jeopardize their entire friendship with her doubt.
Lena takes a deep breath. Kara had her trust. And she had Kara’s.
I will always believe in you.
“No, I’m sorry you’re sick,” Lena says in the most comforting voice she can. She steps forward quickly, arms raised for a hug. Kara holds her hands up with a meager “wait–” but before she can push Lena off, Lena’s got both of Kara’s wrists tight. She shoves them both into the apartment and kicks the door closed behind her.
Kara breaks free almost instantly, but the spell is already broken. “Who are you!?” Lena demands, swallowing her fear at… whatever it is. “Kara” stares her down, but does not answer.
“What have you done to Kara? Is she okay?” Lena is yelling again. “What… what does she have to do with Supergirl?”
‘Kara’ still stares at her, unflinching.
“Tell me!” Lena screams, pulling a handgun from her bag. ‘Kara’ stares from the gun to Lena’s hard, scared eyes. There’s no sign of aggression from the imposter. Lena feels like it’s examining her as it stares into her eyes. Like it can read her mind.
“You will not shoot me,” ‘Kara’ finally says. Lena shudders at Kara’s voice.
“Please…” Lena lowers the gun. “Tell me what happened to my friend.”
“Leave now, Lena Luthor.”
“Tell me!”
Without warning, ‘Kara’ grabs her wrist, yanks the door open, and shoves Lena through before Lena has time to so much as raise the handgun.
“Kara!” Lena lunges at the door, but it slams in her face. She pounds on it and yells in frustration. “Tell me where Kara is!”
There’s a clatter at the window again, and the room is silent.
Lena whips out her phone and dials, staring at the door all the while.
“James Olsen. Answers. Now.”
Lena storms into the DEO office like a Fury. James Olsen trails behind her, embarrassed beyond belief. A pair of officers trail behind him, because somehow Lena convinced everyone to let her into the world’s most secure government facility with just a couple of administrative escorts.
“Uhhhhhh,” Winn articulates. “James. What did you do?”
James’ already helpless face just grows more confused. He raises his hands in the universal I-don’t-know-how-we-got-here-man-one-second-I-was-covering-for-Kara-and-the-next-Lena-hacked-into-the-DEO-mainframe-stole-the-address-and-made-us-drive-here gesture.
Lena marches right up to Winn, who has never been so intimidated by a woman in his life, and he works with Alex Danvers.
Behind the fury, behind the bravado and confidence, Lena Luthor is scared.
Supergirl is missing.
Kara is missing.
Kara is close to Supergirl.
Lena doesn’t want these pieces to fit together. Not because she doesn’t want her best friend to be Supergirl. Not because she’s mad that Kara lied about it – though that was a can of worms they’d have to open someday.
Because –
Lena remembers the shaky phone camera footage. Supergirl, bleeding, beaten to a pulp. Supergirl, falling two hundred feet and making a crater in the concrete. Alex Danvers yelling for help. A team of military medics hoisting her limp body from the wreckage.
Suddenly she puts Kara’s face on the broken body, and Lena can hardly breathe.
She stares down Winslow Schott – bless his geeky heart, he doesn’t stand a chance here – with the fear and anger and raw love for her friend.
“Where. Is. Kara.”
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