| Be Still My Beating Heart | rated E | COMPLETE |

“I figured maybe you were considering, you know.” Kara’s blush is adorable. “Partaking in some water, um, based—activities.” She stares at Lena for a long second after handing her the lube, seemingly short-circuiting at the sight of her turning the small bottle over in her hands. “Which, by the way, are listed at the top of, uh.” Kara scratches her nose. “Many articles on ways to relax.”

Lena bites back a giggle at the image of Supergirl standing in line at the pharmacy, frantically scrolling through Autostraddle’s 10 Sensational Self-Care Strategies That Will Really ‘Hit The Spot’! while waiting for the cashier to ring up her lube.

“How very considerate,” Lena teases. “And you don’t think this particular method will be at all counter-productive?”

Kara makes herself comfortable on the floor next to the tub, arranging the bottles of bubble bath for Lena to more easily peruse. “I don’t know,” she shrugs, a shy smile tugging at her lips. “It’s not like it takes a lot of hard work to get you off.”

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“You’re encouraging this?”

Elain sighed, turning on her elder sister. “I do not think going to the surface is the all the trouble you make it, Nesta. Feyre will be High Lady—”

“Feyre, in all her magnificence, is still half-wild and madly in love with a faerie of all things. You know better. You know our place in this world, Elain. Or at least I thought you did.”

“My place and yours are still quite undecided.”

As Feyre’s sisters, their duty was lend their ear and grant their own advice to her where her standard council didn’t have the authority to. But Feyre was doing well enough on her own, unsurprisingly. And she’d sooner seek council from her new love than her sisters. It served them all right, she supposed. Perhaps if they had grown together, rather than let their father divide them into their royal duties, they might be more keen to give and seek an opinion from one another.

But the three of them hadn’t been that close since girlhood.

"Ignoring Feyre’s invitation won’t do anything but divide us further. She’s getting married. Mating that male, whether we attend or not. The least we can do is meet him. No better time than one of their most important holidays.”

Feyre had seemed rather torn, choosing where to spend her birthday evening, but after asking Elain and Nesta if they would come above to mingle, her hope had been so obvious that even Nesta hadn’t the heart to instantly deny the request. “I—”

“Ready?” Nesta stiffened as Feyre rejoined them. “Nesta, are you alright?”

“Yes. But I won’t be joining you this evening. Happy birthday, Feyre.”

Elain could read her sister’s disappointment easily enough, but neither of them said another word on the matter. She took Feyre’s hand. “I’m ready.”

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Not set in stone yet, but some concept sketches for King Oikawa in Be Still, My Beating Heart

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Hacker, Hater, Hero, Spy (M)

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Be Still My Beating Heart (E)

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Oh Oh Oh (I’m on Fire) (T)

Liar Liar Plants on Fire (G)

Tickled Ink (T)

Falling Is Like This (T)

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