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Kara Danvers was in love with her best friend. It was nothing new, not the product of some grand revelation. It was quieter than that. A slow realization, growing in the back of her mind. A warm glow, every time Lena smiled. A flurry of butterflies whenever she laughed. A deep, aching pain when she suffered. Little things, all adding up, until somewhere along the way Lena's happiness became more important than Kara's own.
Whether it was something as simple as romantic attraction, or more complex, Kara wasn't sure. Krypton didn't really differentiate the two like Earth did, and Kara still struggled sometimes to draw the line between friends and romance. But it was Lena that Kara thought of, when love songs came on over the radio, and it was Lena that Kara imagined spending the rest of her life with. Kisses, and sex, and dates, and anniversaries, all seemed irrelevant in comparison to those simple truths.
There wasn't any particular urgency in the feeling. At one timeâafter telling Lena her true identityâKara had considered coming clean about her feelings as well. But before she'd been able to work up the courage, Lena had stolen Myriad, and things after that had devolved so thoroughly that Kara nearly gave up any hope of something between them. When she returned from the Phantom Zone, again, Kara had nearly confessed. But things between them had still felt so uncertain, and by the time they stabilized out there was Nxly to deal with.
Now, though, things had finally quieted down. Alex's wedding had come and gone. Lena had moved into Kara's apartment, while she was trapped in the Phantom Zone, and never bothered moving back out. They shared a bed most nights, falling asleep and waking up in each other's arms. Living together was easy; within days they'd fallen into a rhythm so easily in was like they'd been cohabitating for years.
Physical affection between them had come so naturally, it seemed like something long overdue. A kiss on the cheek or forehead; a hand at the other's waist as they slipped by; cuddling on the sofa, or the bed, after a long day. Alex's eyebrows had just about leapt off her face when Lena had seated herself in Kara's lap one game night, burying her face in Kara's neck as the game wound down. Kara had laughed off several questions that night, and even more comments in the days that followed.
"We're friends," Kara assured everyone who asked. She could never bring herself to add the "just". "Just friends" seemed insufficient for someone she was in love with. And as Kara watched Lena nowâcurled up on the sofa, reading a bookâshe found herself dwelling on that. She was in love with her best friend. She turned the though over in her mind, holding it gently, feeling the soft warmth radiating from it.
Lena looked up, dark hair falling away from her face. "What?" she asked with a soft laugh, noticing Kara's attention.
Kara just shook her head, smiling. "Nothing," she answered. "I just like looking at you."
Kara could hear the quiet flutter of Lena's heart at her words, and easily saw the pink blush staining her cheeks. "Dork," Lena retorted gently with a shake of her head and turned back to her book, still smiling broadly.
Kara crossed the distance between them, sitting down on the sofa beside Lena. Without a single word or moment of hesitation, Lena shifted so she was leaning against Kara's side. Reflexively, Kara raised an arm to welcome her in, resting it around Lena's shoulders as she settled. As she did, Lena let out a tiny little humâa sigh of contentmentâand Kara felt as though her heart might burst with affection.
Kara Danvers was in love with her best friend, and she was pretty sure her best friend was in love with her too. Neither of them had said as much, but that was okay. There was plenty of time to figure it out, and until then this was pretty nice too.
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Lenaâs not sure when she first became aware of it. To her mind, it was just aways there, a shining, damning red beacon. She canât remember her mother ever talking about it. Sheâd probably just brushed it off as a childâs fancy. Lena had been only four. Surely it was nothing more than a daydream, as real as the monsters under her bed and the fairies who visited her dollhouse. After all, how could her thread point straight up?
By the time Lena reaches the Luthors, she doesnât bring it up very often. The Luthors donât put much stock in soulmates. Any of Lenaâs excited babbles about who they might be were tempered with reminders about upholding the Luthor family name. Sheâll marry who sheâll marry. After all, Lillian is so quick to remind her, not all soulmates are romantic. Privately, Lena has another reason the fantasy has lost its sheen.
Lillian and Lionel were connected.
Lenaâs not so sure she wants what they have.
Even so, she wonders about them often. Maybe they havenât been born yet, and thatâs why her thread points up. Will they meet when Lena is already old? What will they be like? Do they play sports? Do they like her favorite songs? Are they pretty?
She never once thinks to wonder if theyâre human.
Superman reveals himself to the world, and Lena eyes trace up that cord, always irrevocably pointing up.
Lena tries to move on. She accepts the reality she knows, the reality of Earth. She accepts the lifetime of empty smiles, and grasping, greedy faces. She accepts the boarding schools and pressure and Lexâs sudden absence.
Lena wakes up one morning when she is thirteen and her thread is pointing due West. She stares at that line until Veronica bursts into their shared room, ranting about one of the nuns. Lena nods along to Ronnieâs fury, makes her bed, and for the first time since sheâd arrived at the Luthorâs, she doesnât feel so alone.
Lex grows angrier and more distant by the day. He visits become rare, and Lena begins to dread them. To dread her brotherâs cold stare and vitriol. Lena watches her thread vibrate ever so gently, and thinks aliens canât all be that bad. She knows it even then: one day, Lenaâs brother will make her choose. She just doesnât expect it to be so violent.
Lena flees after Metropolis. Sheâs a big girl; she can admit it. She flees. She takes Jackâs hand and runs and pretends she can ignore her brotherâs shadow just as much as the thread around her finger. The news tells her about a new Kryptonian in National City, about an alien invasion thwarted, and maybe Lena knew then. Maybe she just chose not to accept it. Of course, there would be another Kryptonian. Another Kryptonian in a city West of Metropolis, west of the school the Luthors had picked for her. Lillian had always tried to teach her, hadnât she? It was a red string of fate, after all. And fate loves a joke.
Lena takes back her family company, establishes a new headquarters in National City, and pretends that thread doesnât feel like a collar around her throat.
She gets a fresh badge of shame with each giddy stutter of her heartbeat as she watches the thread. It spins around her, now that sheâs this close. What is she doing, Lena wonders. Picking up groceries? Going to work? Buying a coffee? Itâs the speed of the movement that finally convinces her, that puts the last nail into the coffin of her reasonable doubt. Only Supergirl could cross the city that fast.
Sometimes, just for the hell of it, Lena turns on the news, tracking Supergirlâs position in the city, and angles her hand like a compass. They line up every time.
She wonders why Supergirl hasnât sought her out. Surely it would be easyâa woman of her ability following a clear trail. Maybe she already has. Maybe sheâs realized what Lena has about fate. Maybe sheâs too scared to find out how far the family resemblance really goes.
Lena is drowning in workâthe relocation still hasnât been finalized these weeks later, and now the Venture is a smoking wreck in a corn field just outside of town. Itâs enough to have gotten Supermanâs attention, and Lena has little doubt that attention will soon sweep to her, whether directly or through Lois Lane. So she preemptively puts together a file on her contributions to the Venture and tries to get through the rest of her expense reports before the interrogation begins. Sheâs still only a few inches into her latest mountain when Jess announces her newest guests. So theyâve sent Clark Kent, have they? That doesnât bode well.
Lena isnât even really looking at the woman behind himâsome CatCo rookie looking for practical experience. Sheâs pretty. And she has a gentle, sweet way of speaking that Lena finds oddly endearing. Were it not for her choice of career and association with Clark Kent, Lena might have even tried flirting. Instead, she reaches for her venture file.
The rookieâKara Danversâgasps and stops dead in her tracks. And when Lena follows her eyes, she finds herself staring straight at her own ring finger. And then she looks at Karaâs hand.
Oh.
Kara Zor-El is four years old in her ukr's study, working on her calculus, when she asks him about the red string leading from her finger up into the sky. When she does, he gets a weird look on his face and starts asking her a lot of questions about the thread. Then he goes and gets her ieiu and they go into the bedroom to talk.
A long time later, they both come out and ask some more questions about the string, which Kara tries to answer as best she can. Eventually, they sit her down and explain what it meansâthat her soulmate is on a different planet.
Kara isn't sure why they're acting like it's bad news, that her soulmate is an alien. As far as she's concerned, it's the coolest thing ever. When she goes to school the next day and tells her friends, they all agree. A couple of the older kids make fun of her for it, and call her names, but Kara ignores them. She knows they're probably just jealous, because their soulmates are regular old Kryptonians.
Kara starts spending a lot of time looking through the Science Guild's records of alien species, wondering which one her soulmate might belong to. Do they have soft fur, or feathers, or colorful scales? Do they have lots of eyes, or maybe long antennae?
Her Uncle Non teases her, and says that her soulmate is probably a giant bug, or a sentient pile of ooze. Ieiu yells at him for it, and says he's being mean. Privately though, Kara doesn't think it would be so bad even if her soulmate is a big bug or a pile of ooze. Bugs can be pretty, with their shiny carapaces and delicate wings. And a pile of ooze would probably give great hugs.
Either way it doesn't matter. Whatever they look like, they're the person Kara is destined to spend the rest of her life with. She'll love them, no matter what.
Ukr start taking Kara on trips, to visit other planets, and at the same time Ieiu starts teaching her about different alien customs and laws. Kara knows what they're doing: preparing her for life with an alien soulmate. She decides it's a good idea and starts her own studies, learning as many alien languages as she can.
She asks, sometimes, if they can follow the red thread and visit the planet her soulmate is from. Her parents tell her she's not ready, that she needs to be grown before she can meet her soulmate.
As she gets loaded into the pod, her world dying all around her, Kara can't help but think that fate is cruel. Cruel to take away her family, and her world. Cruel that her podâdestined for Earthâis following the red thread that leads from her finger. Cruel that she would get knocked off-course and spend over twenty years adrift in the Phantom Zone.
When Kara finally arrives on Earth, she doesn't go looking for her soulmate. She can do the math. Whoever her soulmate is, it's been twenty years since she was supposed to meet them. Odds are, they gave up a long time ago, and found someone else to be with. And even if they haven't, they won't want a grief-stricken child like her. A part of Kara wants to hate her soulmate, for taking away her home, but it hurts too much to really think about.
It takes time, but Kara trains herself to ignore the thread tied around her finger. That her soulmate never comes looking for her, she decides, is proof that they've moved on without her. Eventually though, the old hurt dulls, and Kara finds herself wondering about them like when she was younger. Only now, instead of what species they are, she wonders what her soulmate's life is like. What kind of work do they do? Are they married? Do they have any kids? Are they happy, without her?
When Kara comes out as Supergirl, it's a blessing. It's something to distract her, to throw herself into so she doesn't spend time wondering about her soulmate. She meets James, who privately admits to her that his soulmate is Clark.
"Platonic," he's quick to clarify, and Kara pretends it doesn't sting that her cousin has two soulmates while she functionally has none. Still though, it leaves them both free to pursue something together, and that too is a nice sort of distraction.
By the time of the Venture explosion, Kara has all but forgotten the idea of her soulmate. She notices, once, that the thread has moved closer, and that her soulmate is in National City.
Her resolve holds true though. Whoever they are, they've obviously moved on, and Kara isn't going to turn into some kind of homewrecker over a piece of string. She puts the matter firmly out of her mindâso firmly, in fact, that it catches her entirely by surprise when she registers the red thread tied around Lena Luthor's finger.
There's a long pause, as Lena follows Kara's gaze. Her eyes widen as she tracks the red strand of fate all the way to Kara's own hand. Her gaze darts up to Kara's faceâa brief moment of open shockâbefore her expression slams shut like an angry door.
"So," Lena Luthor says and crosses her arms. The folder lies forgotten on her desk. "Is this supposed to intimidate me?"
"I'm sorry?" Clark asks. He sounds genuinely confused by the abrupt change in subject, but Lena isn't looking at him.
Kara is thrown. By Lena's reaction, by her age, by the fact that she's Lena Luthor. But her mind latches onto one thing and her brow creases. "You knew?"
"Of course I knew," Lena spits back, and Kara's trying to figure out why she's acting like they're sworn enemies instead of, y'know, soulmates. "You dart around the city at a hundred miles an hour. My finger is a damn helicopter half the time."
"Hold on-" Clark starts, alarmed by Lena's accusation, but Kara interrupts him.
"Why didn't you reach out?"
Lena laughs, a bitter note spoiling the sound. "Are you serious?" A beat passes, and Lena stares at her as she realizes, "You are. You really had no idea it was me."
"I thought..." Kara starts to explain, but she trails off when she realizes she doesn't know how to finish the sentence. Lena seems to understand, though, and the hard lines of her face seem to soften.
In the silence that follows, Clark tries again. "I'm sorry, what are we talking about?"
Lena's eyes don't leave Kara's as she replies, "Threads of fate. It seems Miss Danvers and I have one in common."
A delayed "Oh" is apparently all Clark can say to that.
There's another long stretch of silence, which Lena and Kara mostly spend staring at each other. Kara shifts uncomfortably under her gaze, and fidgets with the frames of her glasses. Eventually though, Lena takes a deep breath and says with an overly pleasant smile, "Well. We certainly have a lot to talk about, don't we?"
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I suppose it could, potentially. But I wasn't really planning to upload it there, because it's kinda short and I didn't really put too much effort into it. Like, in my mind, AO3 is more... official? So I don't really want to start uploading every little thing I write. Whereas Tumblr is less formal, so that's where I'm putting the more casual/random/unplanned stuff.
You just found out that your roommate is a literal god(dess). One who is completely unknown and has not a single follower, because apparently they tried that before and quote: "they were so annoying."
"Right." Lena's eyes weren't on the other woman as she said it though. Instead, her attention was locked onto the innocent white flowers blooming against green leaves. Flowers which Lena had watched blossom before her very eyesâas if she had been watching a time-lapse. The apparent cause: Kara, leaning over the potted plant and blowing gently across its branches. "A goddess."
"Please don't tell anyone," Kara begged with a wince.
"I won't," Lena promised, mostly on reflex. To be honest, she didn't think she could find someone who would even believe her. Hell, Lena probably wouldn't have believed it herself if she hadn't just witnessed irrefutable proof of the divine first-hand.
Still, Kara seemed relieved by the assurance, as she let out a sigh and her shoulders lost their tension. "Thanks. It's, not really something I want getting out, you know? I mean, it's hard enough-"
"How?" Lena interrupted. She was yet to look away from the flowers. With a jerk of her arm, to wave in their direction, she clarified, "How did you..."
Kara blinked, seemingly caught off-guard by the question. "Oh." She glanced down at the potted plumeria, then back over to Lena and shrugged. "I dunno. I just, wanted it to happen and it did. Or asked it, or willed it, or something. I'm not sure, it's not really a science."
"You don't know," Lena echoed. "You don't... You don't know." She swallowed, mouth dry, still staring at the impossible flowers.
"Are you alright?" Without even looking, Lena knew from Kara's tone that a small crinkle had formed between her brow. Cautiously, Kara stepped closer.
"I'm fine," Lena told her, though her voice was too high even to her own ears. She could hear her own heartbeat pounding away as she stared at the plumeria flowers. The ones she'd seen blossom bloom right in front of her.
"...Would you like to sit down?"
"Yes please."
Several minutes later Lena sat at their small kitchen table, hands wrapped around a lightly steaming mug of herbal tea. It was Kara's own blend, the soothing effects of which she swore by. The thought occurred to Lena that Kara very possibly grew the leaves herselfâjust as she had the plumerias. Was the tea itself magical? Lena's grip on the mug tightened as she felt her thoughts beginning to spiral once more.
"You okay?" Kara asked, and Lena glanced up from her tea.
"Fine," she replied after a beat. "Just, processing."
"Take your time," Kara offered quietly. Lena nodded, and took a sip of her tea.
By the time her tea was half-gone, Lena felt steady enough to broach, "So. You're a goddess."
"Just a small one."
A small goddess. Right. Lena took a deep breath. "Okay. Where do you come from?"
"Uh... Greece? Thessaly, I think, but borders change. There was a small farming community near-"
"No," Lena interrupted, though she filed away the information. "I mean, where do you come from? Were you..." she gestured vaguely, "born?"
"Oh." Kara blinked, as though she'd never considered it before, and tilted her head thoughtfully. "I don't think I was born, exactly. It's kind of fuzzy. The earliest memories I have are of people praying at my shrine. Over time it gets more distinct, but... I don't know. Maybe that's how gods are born, people pray hard enough and we start to exist."
That... made no sense at all, but it was enough of an explanation for Lena to pretend it did. Enough to shelve and move on from before it drove her insane. Instead, Lena directed her focus towards safer topics. "What are you the god of, exactly?"
For some reason, that question caused Kara's face to flush bright red. "Oh, you know," she said vaguely, avoiding Lena's gaze. "This and that. More of a, miscellaneous deity, really. Warmth, sunlight, mild summers. Crops. Um. New life."
"Fertility," Lena clarified, and Kara's blush grew even fiercer. "You're a fertility goddess."
"Not like that," Kara said firmly. Then the blush spread to her ears and she reluctantly amended, "Well, okay, yes like that but mostly just plants and animals. The, human fertility thing was very much a later addition."
"So what happened to you?" Lena asked, changing the subject partly for Kara's sake and partly to sate her own curiosity.
Kara's brow crinkled and she met Lena's eyes with mild confusion. "What do you mean?"
"What happened to you?" Lena repeated, and waved her arm generically at Kara. "You're a goddess. An actual, living goddess. Why are you masquerading as a broke college student when you could be, I don't know, having your followers wait on you hand and foot?"
Kara blinked, then scowled. "I am not broke."
"I've been paying your share of the rent for the last six months," Lena deadpanned.
"I'm going to pay you back!"
"Kara. I don't care about the money." Lena had cash to burn, and the joy of Kara's presence far outweighed the price of rent. "I just don't understand why you're here instead of, I don't know, ruling from Olympus or something."
"Okay well first of all," Kara told her, "I'm a minor goddess at best; I'm not ruling from anywhere. Second of all, losing my shrine and my followers was the best thing that ever happened to me. I mean, sure, in the beginning it was nice. People would pray for good cropsâor an easy pregnancy for their livestockâI do my thing, and come springtime they sacrifice a portion in my honor. It was nice."
"Then?" Lena pressed.
"Then I got popular," Kara said, spitting the word like it was a curse. "At first, it was just the one town. Then word spread, and people start traveling to see me. And they don't want me to bless their crops or their livestock, no. They want me to bless their pregnancies. Human pregnancies. Human conception. In my shrine."
Lena grimaced. "People were..."
"Yes." Kara's face was aghast as she stared into space, like she was reliving it first-hand. "While praying to me. Imagine strangers coming into your house and doing that in the middle of your living room. While calling your name." Kara shuddered. "Every time someone prays to me, I hear it. Doesn't matter where I am, or where they are, it's like a direct line into my brain."
"That sounds... horrifying," Lena agreed. "I can see why you're glad to be forgotten." She couldn't begin to imagine what that would be likeâpeople constantly intruding on her life with their most intimate moments. Then, a memory struck her and Lena felt her own cheeks grow warmer as she recalled several... moments of indiscretion. Moments in which she may or may not have spoken the name of her extremely attractive roommate while otherwise... occupied. Clearing her throat, Lena found her mouth suddenly dry as she nervously asked, "Um. What... constitutes a prayer, exactly?"
The moment Kara's eyes met hers, Kara's blush returned in full force and Lena had her answer. "Um. Well it's sort of a- a broad definition," Kara stammered. "Hard to label, really. But, if you were to, um, address meâespecially while... um, engaging in... certain activitiesâthat would, uh, that would definitely count."
"Oh god." Lena buried her face in her hands, both to concral the burning heat she felt in her ears and to hide from Kara's gaze. "Just kill me now." Normally, Lena would consider death by mortification to be a bit of a stretch, but she'd just learned that gods were real so she was hoping for a miracle.
"I mean I'm flattered, obviously," Kara rushed to assure her. "You're absolutely gorgeous, anyone would be lucky to have you, um, think about them, like that. I just, figured you should know that I could actually... hear it."
"I'm going to jump off a bridge," Lena mumbled into her hands.
"Please don't," Kara begged, voice strained. "I mean if you don't want to be roommates anymore, that's fine. But I was actually hoping we could... maybe grab drinks, or something?"
Lena lifted her hands from her faceâputting her imminent demise on hold so she could fix Kara with an incredulous stare. "Are you asking me out?"
"I mean you don't have to say yes," Kara added quickly. "It's fine if you don't-"
"Kara. You are a goddess-" "Minor goddess." "You must be thousands of years old-" "Three thousand." "Why the hell would you want to go out with me?"
"Because I like you," Kara answered, as though it were the simplest thing in the world. The sheer sincerity of itâthe matter-of-fact tone in which it was deliveredâstole whatever words Lena was going to say next. "I like making you smile, and laugh," Kara continued. "I like being there for you when your family is awful. I like watching you when you work, the way you get when you're focused on a problem. I like being the one who reminds you to take breaks, and helping you wind down after a long day. And I like making sure that your favorite flowers are always in bloom, so that you have something to look forward to when you come home."
A soft "Oh" was all Lena could think to say to that. Then, after a few moments she cleared her throat and glanced away. "Um, drinks, you said? There's uhâ There's a new bar, down on Fifth. Sign said they do karaoke on Fridays."
Kara's face lit up and she beamed at Lena with the warmth of a thousand summers. "Sounds perfect."
Hi! Happy Holidaysâď¸not sure if you still update your side blog so hope itâs ok Iâm asking this here.
Has time and life allowed you a chance to either complete your pass through, or to write new chapters for pt2?
Keeping my fingers crossed you get to a space where you can at least share the first chapter with us in the near future.
Thanks, and you as well! To answer your first question, my sideblog is still very much activeâor at least I still get notifications on it all the same. I just... haven't really had anything to put on there in a while.
To be honest, I haven't written in some time. Some of it it stress, some of it is lack of time or distractions. Butâas with all thingsâonce I fall out of the habit of doing it, it becomes that much harder to get back into that habit.
However, that said, I haven't given up writing altogetherâfar from it. Every day, it feels like, I come up with new ideas for the One Night Stand series (really gotta come up with a name for that). Scenes playing out in my head, worldbuilding concepts that I could use, character arcs that I would love to explore. Not just for Part 2, but Part 3, and 4, and even what an eventual ending/epilogue might look like.
That said, there are a couple one-shots that I'd like to try and finish before I go fully back to One Night Stand. A Polytrix one, that I've left half-finished since August, and a really short Supercorp AU that grabbed me yesterday out of nowhere. With any luck, the latter will be going up on Tumblr in the next few days, and the former will be on AO3 some time after that.
Hi! Hope youâre doing ok. Iâm curious to know what top themes, if any, are you looking to explore in pt 2? Iâm assuming forgiveness is one of them giving the state of supercorpâs relationship at the end of pt1, but that assumption could be wrong.
Hi! Sorry I missed this till now, Tumblr is less than great about actually notifying me when there's an ask. And I'm doing pretty well, thanks for asking!
To be honest, my writing isn't really too focused on themes. I mean sure, they're there, but they're not something I plan for very often. More often, I'll focus on character arcs, and how they interact with each other.
As for Supercorp, and the state of their relationship, I don't want to spoil too much. But, I do think that they're in a very awkward position wherein they both want to forgive and move on, they just don't know how. So, if I had to assign a theme, it would be less about forgiveness and more about rebuilding trust and finding a new equilibrium together.
Thanks! I'll admit to getting a bit distracted recently, and not working on it for a while. But the plot framework I've made is still in place, which means I can pretty much pick up right where I left off. And I should be getting a lot more free time here in a couple weeks or so, which means I'll hopefully be able to work on it more often.
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Alright, another progress update on Part 2 of my Supercorp fic! Happy to say that I've finally finished laying out the broad strokes in terms of plot, which means I'm finally ready to start writing in earnest! And it only took me like five months!
Anyway, Chapter 1 is already in a finished, ready-to-post state, and I've started work on Chapter 2. I won't be posting them immediately though. I'd like to finish my final pass of Part 1 first; I might have fallen behind on that a bit. Whoops.
Unfortunately, the writing software I'm using for my final pass (Ellipsus) lags pretty badly on my phone. Which means I can really only feasibly work on it during the evening. Doesn't mean I'm just not going to be writing during the day, though. I'm actually going to do my best to get as far as I can on Part 2 before posting, and build up an actual buffer like I said I would try to like a dozen times in Part 1. Hoping this attempt is more successful, lol.
Anyway, best case scenario, Part 2 will go up next week, but it could be later depending on IRL stuff. Almost certainly this month, though (don't want to guarantee anything, as that feels like tempting fate).
So, apparently "sometime" this month was a little optimistic. The ADHD is strong with me, and a bunch of IRL stress has been making it harder to wrangle than normal. I've made it to Chapter 35 (Thanksgiving) on my final pass though, and I'm about halfway through Chapter 2 of Part 2. So I'm not just sitting on my ass, whatever it may seem like. Hopefully it's not too much longer before I'm ready to start posting; fingers crossed.
Alright, another progress update on Part 2 of my Supercorp fic! Happy to say that I've finally finished laying out the broad strokes in terms of plot, which means I'm finally ready to start writing in earnest! And it only took me like five months!
Anyway, Chapter 1 is already in a finished, ready-to-post state, and I've started work on Chapter 2. I won't be posting them immediately though. I'd like to finish my final pass of Part 1 first; I might have fallen behind on that a bit. Whoops.
Unfortunately, the writing software I'm using for my final pass (Ellipsus) lags pretty badly on my phone. Which means I can really only feasibly work on it during the evening. Doesn't mean I'm just not going to be writing during the day, though. I'm actually going to do my best to get as far as I can on Part 2 before posting, and build up an actual buffer like I said I would try to like a dozen times in Part 1. Hoping this attempt is more successful, lol.
Anyway, best case scenario, Part 2 will go up next week, but it could be later depending on IRL stuff. Almost certainly this month, though (don't want to guarantee anything, as that feels like tempting fate).
Suddenly remembering that I said I'd use this blog as a place to put updates for my Supercorp fic. So, here's a progress update!
Roughly halfway through my final pass on Part 1, up to Chapter 22. Most of these are just general tweaks to fix awkward wording, and correcting typos. Also adding translation footnotes whenever appropriate, and reworking a couple descriptions to make locations more canon-accurate.
First few "episdodes" of Part 2 are plotted out with rough outlines, and a number of scenes already written. Including the first chapter, the rough draft of which is mostly finished at this point.
I have character arcs for Winn, J'onn, M'gann, and Mon-El planned out, while continuing the arcs I started in Part 1 for Kara, Lena, James, Alex, and Maggie. Mon-El specifically is probably gonna take up a lot of the spotlight in Part 2âlike Alex did in Part 1âbut the focus is still of course going to be Kara and Lena.
I have plans for how I want to finish up the Cadmus storyline, and make room for the Daxamite Invasion arc. This involves the issues of Jeremiah, Lillian, Henshaw, and the remaining two Cadmus bases established in Part 1 (and possibly a way to syncretize it a bit with the comics version).
Did a bunch of behind-the scenes worldbuilding, to hopefully add some more depth and help with internal consistency. Including a rework of Daxam's history and it's relationship with Krypton. Basically just trying to make them less two-dimensional as antagonists.
On that note, I'm currently working on how to adapt the Daxam Invasion storyline. I have some ideas on how I want to resolve it, but first I need to figure out how to lead into it. Probably just need to rewatch the relevant episodes for inspiration.
Not sure how much longer I'll need before I'm ready to start writing (and posting) in earnest, unfortunately. My sister's wedding is in a couple weeks, so that's taking up an inordinate amount of my time. Hopefully it won't be too much longer, though!
Snow White parked her station wagon on the curb outside Regina's house, and frowned thoughtfully at the yellow bug parked a few feet in front of her. Emma had called the previous night, to let Snow know she wasn't going to be home, but Snow hadn't thought anything of it. It wasn't unusual for Emma to spontaneously pull all-nighters at the station or on patrol. The fact that her car was still at Regina's, though, was unexpected.
Puzzling over that mystery, Snow got out of her own car and started down the walkway to Regina's door. No sooner did she get a few steps in, though, than the door opened. Snow stopped in her tracks, blinking in surprise. "Emma."
Emma slowed, raising a hand in greeting. "Hey, Mom."
She was wearing one of Regina's shirts. The gray button-down, the one she'd stolen once during her first year in Storybrook. Snow's eyes flicked from the shirt, to Regina's house, then back to her daughter. "You slept... here." With Regina, she'd almost said.
Emma twisted to glance back at the house and shrugged. "Yeah. I had a few too many drinks last night, so Regina let me crash in the guest room." She turned back, a hint of defensive steel in her eyes. "Why? Is that a problem?"
"No," Snow replied quickly. The guest room, right. That made sense. Snow released a breath she didn't know she'd been holding and shook her head to clear the cobwebs. "Sorry, it's fine. I just, didn't expect to see you here."
Emma relaxed. "Oh. Well, yeah." She rocked on the balls of her feet, and bit the inside of her cheek. "Actually, Regina and I were talking last night. About me, maybe staying here on the weekends? That way there's less bouncing back and forth for Henry."
"Oh." Snow's eyes went wide. Henry usually spent his weekends at the loft, with Snow and David and Emma, and little Neal of course. It was admittedly a little cramped with all of them, and only two beds. But it was nice, to have everyone under one roof.
"I mean, obviously you and Dav- Dad can still, like, take him out and stuff," Emma assured her. "It'd just mean he comes back here afterward. Plus, I thought you guys might appreciate some alone time? For dates and things, I mean."
"That would be nice," Snow admitted. It was easy enough to find a babysitter for Neal. But having their adult daughter sleeping in basically the same room as them made certain things a bit... scarcer than Snow would like. Getting weekends to themselves would open up a lot more opportunities for date nights. After a moment of consideration she asked, "How does Regina feel about it?"
Emma chuckled. "You know her. She'd give Henry the world if he asked for it."
Snow smiled as well. "Alright, well. I can talk to David about it, see what he thinks. But I think it sounds like a wonderful idea."
Emma beamed at her. "Great. I'll, uh, see you around."
"Bye," Snow replied with a wave, as they both resumed walking and passed one another. Snow reached the door just as she heard the bug's engine rumble to life, and rang the doorbell.
After a few seconds, Regina opened the door asking, "Did you forget- Oh." She paused. "I, thought you were Emma."
"Nope," Snow replied. "I just passed her, though."
"Ah." Regina glanced past Snow to the street outside, frowning, and stepped aside to let her in. "Henry!" she called. "Your grandmother's here!"
"Down in a second!" came the reply, followed by rapid footfalls.
Regina stalked forward, eyebrows meeting. "Henry! Do not run down the stairs!"
"I didn't," Henry lied, appearing around the corner with his backpack slung over his shoulder. "Hey Grandma, bye Mom, see you after school."
Regina just shook her head and left them by the door, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like, "His mother."
"So," Snow started as they walked back to her car. "How goes Operation Whiptail?"
Henry eyed her suspiciously. "I thought you didn't think it was gonna work."
That was before Emma started talking about moving in with Regina, Snow wanted to say. But instead she just shrugged. "Humor me."
"Okay... Well, last night I got Emma to stay here with us, and she and Mom stayed up talking for, like, four hours. And then this morning, Mom made waffles." Henry stressed the last word, eyes wide with implied meaning.
"Waffles," Snow echoed, as they reached her station wagon and climbed in.
Henry rolled his eyes, buckling his seatbelt. "Mom never makes waffles. She always says you might as well eat cake for breakfast. But this morning, she made waffles with whipped cream and fresh fruit. Emma ate, like, ten, and Mom was smiling at her the whole time when she thought nobody was looking. Plus, she gave Emma a clean shirt to wear, and it was the gray button-down." He paused. "You know, the one that Emma-"
"I remember," Snow told him.
"Right, well. After breakfast, Emma helped Mom with the dishes, and Mom did a kind of touched Emma's arm like thisâ" he demonstrated with his own arm, trailing his fingers from the back of his opposite shoulder down to his elbow, "and Emma's face got all red."
Snow nodded, absorbing all that information. If someone had told herâafter the first curse brokeâthat she would be seriously considering Emma and Regina as a couple, she'd... Well, she probably would have laughed in their face. But a lot had happened in the past few years, and the match was seeming more and more plausible as time went on. "You really think they could break this curse?"
"Are you kidding?" Henry asked her. "True love's kiss can break any curse."
"But it won't work if you try to force it, or trick them into it," Snow reminded him pointedly. "It has to be their choice. That's what true means."
"It'll work," Henry insisted. "Trust me. They're my moms, I know them better than anyone."
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Henry smiled as he sat at the dinner table, despite the math homework laid out before him. Beside him sat Emma, poring over the textbook with a wrinkled brow in the hopes of helping him understand the problem. But that wasn't why he was smiling. Henry was smiling because of the quiet, musical hum drifting out of the kitchen as his mom cooked dinner. There was no real melody to it, just an aimless tune that faded in and out as Regina moved from task to task.
"Okay," Emma said, sliding the textbook back in front of him. "I think I understand it now. You're supposed to take this angle, and- What?"
Henry pulled his eyes from the direction of the kitchen and shook his head. "Nothing," he replied. "She's just, happy."
Emma glanced over, following the direction he'd been looking. "What, 'cause she's humming? She always hums when she cooks."
Henry's smile grew, but he didn't say anything. The simple fact was, Emma was wrong. Regina didn't hum every time she made dinner. Not that Emma would know, of course. It had taken Henry some time to notice the pattern himself. To notice that the only nights his mom hummed as she cooked, were the nights that Emma joined them for dinner. Not just that, but Henry was pret-ty sure that his mom put a little magic into her food on those nights too. Somehow, it always ended up not a second overdone, and seasoned to perfection.
"What?" Emma repeated warily, as she leaned slightly away. "What's with the smile? You good, kid?"
"Fine," Henry replied innocently. He picked up his pencil. "How do I solve it?"
Emma gave him a suspicious look, but walked him through the problem anyway. To be honest, Henry hadn't needed as much help as he'd let on. He probably could have figured it out on his own, or asked his mom for help. But having Emma over as often as possible was a crucial part of Operation Whiptail.
"Dinner's ready," Regina announced, appearing in the doorway. "Clear the table, please. Emma, could you help me in the kitchen?"
"Yep," Emma agreed easily, and stood as Henry gathered his things. Once everything was tucked back into his backpack he hurried to go help, dodging past Emma whose arms were laden with plates and silverware. "Woah, kid. Where are you going?"
"I'm thirsty," Henry called back, rushing to the cupboard. He wasn't really, but it was a good excuse for him to grab a pair of wine glasses while he was at it. He followed his mom back into the dining room, mouth watering at the sightâand smellâof dinner. He quickly placed a wine glass at each of his moms' place settings, then slid smoothly back into his own seat.
"We're having wine?" Emma questioned, lifting her glass to peer into it, as if it would miraculously fill itself.
Regina carefully set dinner in the middle of the table, then stood straight. "Well I hadn't planned on it," she remarked. "But a nice red would pair well with this dish."
With a wave of her hand, deep purple smoke coalesced on the surface of the table, then faded to reveal an open bottle of wine. Emma grabbed it eagerly, filling Regina's glass and then her own. She took a swig immediately, before declaring, "It's good."
Regina rolled her eyes. "I'm glad you approve of the vintage, you peon."
"You know you love me," Emma jibed back with a grin. Henry's eyes darted to his mom's face as she hesitated, then smiled thinly and sat.
"So," Regina said, as she began to hand out servings. "I heard you had an eventful day."
"Mm." Emma bobbed her head in agreement, before swallowing. "Some idiot stole a wand from the convent, tried to blast his way past the barrier. Nearly blew his own foot off."
"Maybe he'd have learned something if he did," Regina remarked.
"Trust me," Emma assured her, "He's learning it. The nuns are probably still lecturing him as we speak."
"Truly a fate worse than death."
Henry mostly stayed out of the conversation as they ate, content to listen with a smile as his moms bantered back and forth. Eventually, he pushed his chair back and let out an exaggerated sigh. "I'm full," he said. "And tired. I think I'm gonna go to bed."
"It's like seven o'clock," Emma pointed out skeptically.
Henry shrugged innocently. "It's a school night, I don't want to wake up tired. And I'm probably going to read some before I go to sleep anyway."
"Alright," Regina said. "Goodnight, dear. Sleep well."
"Probably not a bad idea for me to be heading out too," Emma said, pushing her own seat back.
"No!" Henry interrupted hastily. Both his moms instantly turned to look at him, with twin looks of confusion and alarm. Quickly, he recovered. "Uh. I mean. You've been drinking. You shouldn't drive."
Emma raised an eyebrow at the half-full bottle of wine. "I had two glasses. I'll be fine."
"You're not supposed to drive even after one drink," Henry pointed out. "Isn't that what you told me?"
"Uh..." Emma glanced around the room like she was searching for an answer. "I'll, ask someone to pick me up then. Or your mom can drive me."
"Why don't you just stay here?" Henry suggested. "We've got a guest room."
"Henry," Regina said with a slight reprimand. "She doesn't have to stay if she doesn't want to."
"No, I'll stay," Emma quickly corrected. "I mean, if you want me to. I just don't want to impose, or anything. But, if you're fine with me crashing in the guest room..."
Regina paused, then smiled at her. "I guess I'll be making breakfast for three tomorrow."
Henry beamed. "Kay, goodnight!"
"Night kid."
"Goodnight."
Henry left the dining room, heading for the stairs, but paused and hung back just within earshot. Distantly, he could hear Emma ask, "Why do I feel like I just got conned?"
"He's been pushing for you to move in," Regina told her, as the scrape of silverware against porcelain resumed. "Archie says it's normal, for him to want both parents living in one house, but obviously I'm not going to ask you to uproot your life like that."
"Right, yeah. Makes sense, what Archie said. I mean our situation isn't exactly, normal, but I could see that giving him a bit more... stability."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. I mean, when you really think about it, he spends half his time with you and half with me. So, he's constantly bouncing back and forth between here and the loft. Both of us under one roof, that's a whole lot less..."
"...Bouncing," Regina finished.
"Yeah." A second passed. "I mean, obviously I'm not actually going to move in. I'm just saying-"
"It'd be good for him if you did."
"Yeah." The silence lingered longer this time. Then, "Okay well if I'm not driving then pass the wine."
Henry grinned and turned to quietly climb the stairs. Operation Whiptail was all going according to plan.
Most Gothamites, when presented with the pitch-black silhouette of a Bat in their window, reacted one of two ways. Criminals, if they were smart, would normally break into a sprint for the nearest exit. Civilians tended to scream, and stammer out some variation of "What do you want?"
Selina Kyle was not exactly an average Gothamite. Where others saw mysterious and dark spirits of justice, she saw her on-and-off-again (currently off) boyfriend and his gaggle of children, both legal and otherwise. So, when she crossed from her kitchen to her living roomâmug of tea in handâand caught glimpse a scowling shadow in her window, she merely gave a small flinch and raised a hand to calm her racing heart.
With a quiet huff, Selina walked to the window and unlatched it. "Honestly Cassandra," she scolded, as her pseudo-stepdaughter climbed inside. "Would it kill you to knock?"
Cass shrugged and pulled off her mask. "I'm mad at Bruce," she said in lieu of an answer. "Can I stay here?"
One might assume that her (current) ex's kids might hold a grudge against her for dumping the man who'd taken them in, but in reality it just seemed to encourage them. Selina swore she actually saw some of them more when she and Bruce were fighting. So Selina wasn't exactly surprised to hear that her visitor was upset with her father. It did raise another question though, "I thought you and Stephanie were living together."
Cass shrugged again, glancing at her feet. "Things are... weird, with Steph, right now."
Well that was cryptic. Selina knew better than to try and push the issue, however. "You can stay in the guest bedroom if you like," she offered. "I think you still have clothes in the dresser, from last time."
"Thanks," Cass said, the tension leaving her shoulders. After a momentary pause, she shuffled off in the direction of the guest room, while Selina went to go put some more water on to boil. Originally, her plan had been to curl up in bed with her tea and a good book. But she was nothing if not flexible, and she certainly wasn't one to turn away one of her ex's kids.
Not long after she'd set the kettle onto the burner, Selina's phone began to ring with a quiet buzzing. He was late. She stepped over to the counter, where her phone lay face-down and glanced at the contact as she raised it to her ear. "Yes, she's with me. No, I'm not sending her home. No, you cannot come get her."
There was a pause, then a long sigh distorted by static. "Did she tell you what happened?"
Selina turned to lean back against the island counter and watch the stove. "Only that she's mad at you."
"She and Stephanie were talking-" Bruce started, but Selina quickly cut him off.
"With all due respect," she said, "which is none, by the way, I don't care what they were doing. She came here because she didn't want to see you, and I'm going to respect that." Then she registered what he'd said, and scowled. "And even if I did, talking? That's a punishable offense now?"
"It was a surveillance mission," Bruce defended. "They should have been paying attention to the target, not each other."
Selina took a deep breath, and pinched the bridge of her nose. She exhaled slowly, pushing her frustrations out with the breath, then opened her eyes and looked up to the ceiling. Bruce was silent throughout the process, waiting patiently. Eventually, Selina said, "You're too hard on them. Sometimes, I think you forget they're children."
"If they want to be out in the field-"
"I'm not talking about training," Selina interrupted. "I'm talking about being their father. When's the last time you told them you loved them? Any of them?"
"Don't make this about us-"
"It's not about us," Selina snapped. "It's about you, and your refusal to express even the slightest bit of emotion!" Then she stopped, closed her eyes, and pinched the bridge of her nose again.
Once again, Bruce waited until she was done before speaking. "I don't mean to," he said quietly. "You know that."
"I know," Selina sighed. It was the only reason she kept going back to him. The tragic brokenness of it all. The delusional hope that she could fix him. And for a time, it would seem to work. But then some big case would come along, and he'd let himself get drawn in, and he'd forget how to be a person again.
With a shrill whistle, the teakettle reached boiling and Selina moved to take it off the burner. "Just, try to tell them every once in a while. Schedule it, if you have to. But tell them. A child needs to know their father loves them."
"I will," Bruce promised and, it was a start. "Let me know when Cassandra is ready to come home. Please."
"I will," Selina sighed. She ended the call and braced her arms against the counter, leaning heavily against it. Then, with a deep breath, she stood up and opened her tea cupboard for a second mug and a bag of Assam.
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