#karaliver

Okay, so even before the last big crossover finally brought all of the worlds together, I’ve always just existed in this canon divergent bubble where they existed in the same universe, so separate Earths are not really a thing to me - but, anyway, I’d totally love to think that Oliver and Kara accidentally asked each other out at the same time, like maybe Oliver had planned on it because they’ve been living together for a little while now but time just hasn’t allowed for an actual, official date yet, and so he planned on doing it when he got home, but he’s barely through the door when Kara greets him as usual and then says that she was bored at work and reading an article about unusual but fun first dates and realized that they hadn’t even had one yet, and so she asks him out, and he’s only a tiny bit miffed that she got to it a second before him, but mostly just amused, and of course they’re both laughing at the fact that they just asked each other out at the same time.

Aww~ look at the way Stephen stares at Melissa! 😆

Am I the only one shipping these two??? 😍

Oliver was staying with her again. They lay, huddled underneath Kara’s striped duvet, protecting the whispering walls from rumour of Supergirl’s liaison with the Green Arrow from a different universe. Alex couldn’t know about him, she’d become over protective and she wouldn’t trust him because of who she’d have to confess he was. Hank would probably declare it a breach or a compromise to one of his key agents to act in such a way, Winn would fan boy so much he’d probably try and sleep with Oliver – she had to stifle her chuckle as to not wake her partner in crime.

It was a crime after all to be unfaithful to your partner. Perhaps it wasn’t legally wrong to sleep with others outside of the man you have told countless times how you love him, care for him and cherish his presence in your life but it was easily a moral wrongdoing. But then again Oliver was always very lost when it came to morals and he found it so easy to lead her to the same lost state; their own state of ecstasy.

No, she really couldn’t tell Mon-El about him and she’d just have to keep lying that the man’s cologne was actually hers and that the smell ‘reminded her of home’. Kara would have to keep looking over her shoulder when he was stripping clothes off of her body with vigorous passion just to remind herself that Mon-El was still training at the DEO.

Kara shook herself from the same thoughts that looped her mind every time they lay like this. After they had fulfilled each other in every way possible and all he wanted was a bed that wasn’t empty and all she wanted was to be treated like an equal, they were enough for each other, it wasn’t love but it was theirs. She stared at one of the wounds that had caught her eye. A small faded mark, around the size of her thumb, which was just left from his spine, it was a wound that could’ve changed his life forever had it been a little to the right. She didn’t get hurt like he did, she couldn’t keep scars to remind her of the pain she went through, maybe that was why she was the way she was…And he was the way he was.

Kara tentatively placed a finger on it. It felt a little smoother than the rest of his skin, obviously newer flesh, which told her it, was recent and rather than interrogating him on it like she might’ve done if they were in a real relationship she simply stroked it.

“I was shot in the back if you’re wondering.” His voice surprised her. She was sure he was asleep; his heart beat was slow enough to trick her into thinking so. “Who shot you?” Kara moved closer to him, her head coming about his shoulder as she pulled the duvet with her to keep her dignity though he hadn’t turned. “Don’t know. Doesn’t matter.” Oliver shook his head in that way that should end the conversation.

“What does matter then?” She couldn’t help but snap at his blatant disregard for his own body and well being.

Oliver took a deep breath, she was scared he was about to inflate and push her off the bed. He was such a full-sized person and she forgot that sometimes, how much bigger people were in comparison to her own 5ft6”, another quirk of being Supergirl she figured. He turned to stare at her, his eyes flickering down and up in a second – you could miss it if you blinked – but he maintained eye contact thereafter and she felt far more naked from his eye contact than his gazing of her body.  

“It reminds me that people are most vulnerable with their back turned.” He spoke in a whisper but it carried throughout the room with such effortlessness like most things he chose to say in their most intimate of moments.

Kara could only smile as, in some kind of notable gesture, she turned her back on him and he brought his large, machine-like arms around her frame. Oliver was right, she’d forever have her back to Mon-El and her family while she and Oliver did this and at some point, Kara felt it would be soon, she would be shot to.

She could only hope that she could get up from this bullet.

Since I found so many people on AO3 and FF.net that also likes the best crackship ever that is SuperArrow, I created a community on FF.net gathering all their fics - so it’s easier for people to find it.

https://www.fanfiction.net/community/Super-Arrow/40584/99/0/1/0/0/0/0/

It may be their first Christmas together, but Oliver isn’t particularly surprised when he comes home to find almost every inch of surface in their living room covered in decorations. Kara squeaks in surprise, head whipping in his direction as he narrowly avoids tripping over a Christmas train set, and he can’t help but chuckle. His wife has super hearing, and yet he still manages to startle her if she’s distracted enough -- and, judging by the way she’d been spinning in circles to survey the chaos, she’d likely been very distracted.

He lifts his eyebrows, eyes sweeping over the impressive selection of décor before they land on Kara once more. She bites her lower lip, shrugs her shoulders cutely, and, well. If he’d been even the least bit annoyed with her about the mess (he’s not) it would be hard to stay annoyed with her cheeks flushed the same bright pink as her pink-and-white snowflakes sweater. She’d braided her hair, though it must have started coming undone with all the movement, because loose strands curl around her face, a few catching in her long eyelashes as she blinks them innocently at him, and he--

He huffs out a laugh, lets his bag drop to the floor, and Kara quite literally leaps over the mess of decorations between them and right into his arms.

“How long was I gone, exactly?” he teases, lips brushing against her forehead before drawing back to peer down at her.

“Not that long,” she giggles with a shake of her head. “I just... may have been collecting decorations here and there and kept forgetting, so now we have a lot.”

Oliver hums, lips quirking into a smirk. He’d noticed this when that first box of ornaments found their way into the garage, of course, and he’d contemplated bringing it up when the pile kept growing and growing. But honestly, even if Kara had been aware of just how much she was buying, he thinks that they still would’ve ended up with an impressive collection. Their house isn’t the impressive estate that he’d grown up with, nor was it the sprawling farmhouse Kara had known, but it’s still big, and he doesn’t doubt that Kara intends on covering every inch of it in décor.

“I know it’s an insane amount, and I probably should have returned half of it, but it all matches and I’ve always wanted to have a classy, crazy, decked out house for the holidays, and I swear I have a plan,” Kara rushes out, almost all in one breath, as she practically bounces in his arms. Her voice is almost a whisper, but he knows it’s not because she thinks he’s upset. She’s simply excited. “You won’t have to hang a single ornament, I promise,” she adds, flashing her teeth in a wide smile, and he laughs as he cups the back of her head and tips her face up to kiss her, soft and short and sweet.

“Well, I didn’t clear my schedule so I could just watch you decorate.”

Kara blinks, eyelashes fluttering. “Wait, what?”

“I took the day off,” he says against her lips, pausing to kiss her again, feeling her smile widen against his mouth, “so we could decorate.” He kisses her a third time, longer, lingering, relishing in the way Kara hums and leans in just a little more. “But I have one condition.”

She giggles. “Which is?”

“I want to watch you put the star up first,” he tells her, nodding at the massive tree that is just a few inches shy of grazing the ceiling.

Kara tips her head back and laughs. “You know, for someone who’s practically the Superhero Secret-Keeping Police, you sure love any excuse to see my powers in action,” she teases as she pulls back, and Oliver just shrugs, not at all denying it.

He hardly needs the reminder that his wife is super, but he sure as hell loves seeing it whenever he can.