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Kara: *appears out of no where* she is a soft and amazing lesbian leave her alone

Person: and who are you her cheer leader

Kara: no I'm president of the Lena Luthor defense squad

“I swear to god” 

“what’s in the book if this is the picture?”

credits: (photo of Katie)

I did this yesterday and was kinda proud of myself 🥰

Batcorp everyone!

(reblog, do not repost please)

Now we finally know which month Lena Luthor was born.

Sam: Awesome! I knew this would happen and I bought a cake. *takes out a cake box and opens it*

Lena: That cake says 'forget about her, I'm the best Kryptonian'.

Sam: Ups, wrong cake. *closes it and takes out another cake*. Here. This says 'I'm glad you have two friends again'.

Lena: I actually made up with Andrea too. Now I have three friends! :D

Kara nearly trips on her way down the aisle when she catches sight of clear green eyes and ruby red lips. Alex-- Alex hadn’t mentioned inviting Lena, let alone Lena RSVP’ing. What-- How-- why??

Lena holds her gaze as though unaware that she should be reacting-- glaring, gasping, even an arched brow to say “what are you going to do about it?” Her features remain a perfect pleasant smile, without a single trace of hidden antipathy. 

As Kara passes, the woman standing next to Lena leans forward to whisper in her ear. After a staccatoed moment, Kara realizes it’s Sam. Lena’s smile broadens into something utterly genuine, her focus broken, and the sight of it nearly blinds Kara right where she stands. 

Kara quickens the last few steps until she pulls past. Suddenly she can breathe again, and she struggles not to show her exertion as the processional shifts to the bridal march. Kelly and Alex appear at the far end of the aisle and walk down together, each clasping a bouquet of flowers in one hand and their free hands tangled together. 

Her sister is all smiles and giggles, and it’s almost enough to take Kara’s focus away from the unassuming presence in the third row. The ceremony takes her the rest of the way, allowing Kara’s mind to zero in on the officiant’s-- James’-- speech. She trades Alex’s ring for her flowers at the correct moment, and is ready to hand them off again before Alex even turns towards her.

Everything’s fine, it’s fine, it’s fine…

But then the recessional plays, and Kara has to walk past Lena again, only this time Lena’s attention is on the brides. She doesn’t even register Kara walking past at the head of the bridal party, and Kara is left feeling-- off kilter. 

Maid of Honor duties are no challenge to a maiden with superpowers, so the rest of the night is spent mingling and steadfastly avoiding both Lena and Sam. She spots Ruby in Lena’s lap at one point during dinner: seeing Lena’s arms wrapped loosely around the teenager shoots an arrow into Kara’s heart, and makes her ache.

Ache for what, Kara isn’t prepared to guess.

The avoidance goes well, all the way until Kara goes to refresh Alex’s drink and nearly smacks into Lena at the open bar. 

“Lena!” she chirps. 

Lena blinks, the first and only indication of surprise all evening until her features spread again into that same pleasant smile. “Kara, hi.”

“Hey-- I mean, hi. How-- How are you? You look-- you look... great. Amazing.”

“Thank you. I’m glad I was able to come.”

“How’s Metropolis been treating you?” 

The question scalds its way up Kara’s throat. Seeing Lena leave National City had left her in ruins-- despite how hard they’d tried, after Kara’s secret came out, things hadn’t ever returned to normal. Lena never said as much, but it didn’t take much to make the connection between the move and the lack of anchor to keep Lena in National City. 

“Good,” Lena sighs. She smiles again, this time with a warmth that reaches her eyes. “Really good, actually. Sam’s been taking good care of me.”

“Yeah?”

Lena nods. Suddenly, it’s their turn to order: Lena orders two white wines. The bartender is too swift for his own good. Before Kara can say another word, Lena turns to leave with two goblets in hand. “You should come say hi when you have the chance. I know Ruby would love to see you.”

“Yeah,” Kara replies reflexively. “Of cour--” 

Lena’s already gone, another body slipping in to occupy the space she’d just vacated. Gritting her jaw against the tears pulling at the corners of her mouth, Kara orders Alex’s gin and tonic, and does her best not to let the exchange shatter what remains of her heart. 

She doesn’t piece it together until later, when the entire room is on the dance floor. Ruby asks to share the slow dance, and Kara accepts if only to distract herself from how much she wishes it were someone else swaying in her arms. She devotes her attention to Ruby, who proceeds to regale her with updates from Metropolis, until a glint of gold at Ruby’s neckline catches Kara’s attention.

“Is that…?”

Ruby looks down, and her entire face lights up. “The L-Corp logo. Yeah! It is. I asked mom for it last birthday. I had one of Supergirl’s symbol for a few years, but I’ve had a new hero for a while now.”

“It--” Kara clears her throat. “It’s lovely.”

Ruby beams. “Thanks.” They fall into a comfortable silence, and in the quiet, Ruby’s chin turns towards the woman in question. Kara follows her line of sight, and finds Lena held close in Sam’s arms-- so close they could kiss. Then they do.

The gates of Kara’s heart gape at the tender exchange, and the silent words that pass between them in the moments that follow. Then, as Lena’s head rests against Sam’s cheek, Kara feels those gates close, and lock away the final hope that somehow, someway, things could be different. 

“They’re really happy,” Ruby says, ignorant of the turmoil that finds sudden peace in Kara’s chest.

Kara nods, swallowing thickly.

It starts with a smile, and then the warmest hug Lena can ever remember receiving-- Kara's included. The multitude of bodies helps: Ruby somehow slots perfectly into an embrace of three, her arms just as bracing as her mother's.

Lena doesn't know if Sam heard something in her voice that last phone call they'd shared. It had been a routine check in that had somehow ended in an invite to visit. Perhaps it had been the readiness with which Lena accepted that gave Sam cause to worry, and resulted in the length of their welcoming hug.

"I've missed you," Ruby mutters into Lena's ribs.

Or maybe she simply had people who missed her when she was gone.

---

The evening ends with a dark television screen with Ruby asleep in her lap on one side, and Sam's fingers tangled with hers on the other. Lena lingers in a comfortable place between sleeping and waking, feeling floaty yet aware of the gentle fingers combing through her hair.

"What happened?" Sam asks, so softly Lena almost misses it.

The flash of hurt that follows zaps Lena out of her weightless euphoria and slams her back into a body filled with anguish.

"Shit." Of course Sam notices the change. Lena's not as good at pretending as she used to be. "I'm sorry..."

"It's fine. Well-- it's not." It feels good to confess it, even if it's not to the one she wants to say it to. Her world is only just tumbling back on its axis, but Lena feels relief to give voice to the truth of what she hid from Kara.

Maybe it would have hurt Kara more if she'd withheld her forgiveness rather than--

No. She doesn't want to hurt anyone. Not anymore.

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