#kryptonian!reader

you had always admired her independence and compassion. she taught you and nolan the history, beauty, and culture of this peculiar planet. it wasn’t long until she and nolan had stolen your heart. the house was empty and mark was off to college. you had come back home from the grocery store, a box of debbie’s favorite snacks in your hand when you caught sight of her sobbing self.

debbie was the strongest person in the universe to you. she had always put the needs of others before herself. this time, you’ll be sure to make her feel loved and supported. she didn’t push away from you as you took her into your sturdy arms, nolan’s shirt immediately forgotten.

she let’s out a sob when she felt your lips trailing from her collarbone to her neck. a few tears still manage to escape her closed lids but disappear as you kiss them away. debbie sits on your lap as she hides her swollen face on your chest.

“i’m sorry—”

“you have nothing to be sorry about.”

“how could i’ve been so stupid to believe him for all those years—?”

you gently cup her tear stained cheeks as you softly muttered, “i believed him too. nolan’s betrayal hurt us both. but you’ve been dealing with it all by yourself when we should’ve been dealing with it together, debbie. you’ve been strong long enough, for mark and myself. i’ve never been more proud of you, but now it’s your turn to let go and be taken care of. will…” she gasps when you give her waist a small squeeze, you continue to ask with soft eyes, “…you let me?”

debbie had never felt more loved in her life, she had no clue what she would do if you weren’t there by her side. the bed was never cold. your tender smile greeted her every morning. you treated her like she was a queen worthy of your worship. she was so tired of putting on a facade. tonight, she wanted to be yours.

debbie answers your question by wrapping one of her arms around your neck as her plump lips pressed against yours, to which you warmly welcomed back. all the while, her other hand snuck under your shirt and started stroking your abdomen.

you removed her shirt and unclasped her bra, debbie let out a pleased sigh as her chest was released from its cage and hung free, her nipples hardened under your lustful gaze. you didn’t waste any time in getting naked yourself as debbie continued to strip herself for you. her heart leaped when you stared at her body with the same hunger as when you first saw her naked all those years ago.

a string of slick reveals itself as debbie removes her panties when she catches sight of your toned muscles shining under the light of the sunset peeking through your bedroom window. your dick throbbed and felt heavy as debbie took it in her hand, you shallowed your groans with a steamy kiss as her fingers played with your tip.

before debbie could make a move to take you into her mouth, you stopped her. she stared up at you puzzled.

“i’m supposed to take care of you, remember? i wanna spoil you, make you feel good,” you spoke in a thick tone that it has debbie clenching around nothing. you said nothing as you picked up debbie like she weigh nothing as placed her carefully on the cold bedsheets. you spread her legs apart until you were met with the delicious sight of her wet pussy. your cock jumps and your balls made it painfully clear that they were full than ever. you wanted to dive into her body and never part, but you ceased those thoughts. this was for debbie, not you. there would be a time for that later.

debbie looked up at you with pleading eyes, you lowered yourself down on the floor at the edge of the bed. your hands continued to lovingly caress debbie’s thighs. then, without warning, you leaned your face towards her cunt and push your tongue inside her twitching walls.

“oh fuck— ah! oh, this feels so good,” debbie cried out, her legs wrapped themselves around your head. she didn’t know if it was because you were an alien or whatever, but your tongue always managed to reach the deepest depths of her better than nolan could.

debbie fists the sheets as you continue to stretch her out, but you didn’t stop there. you ravenously sucked her clit, your growls sending pleasant vibrations through out. you devoured her like an inmate on death row. debbie was reminded on how greedy you were when it came to her pussy. whether it was to eating her out or thrusting your fat cock into her, it didn’t matter. you were drunk on her and nolan’s respective holes nonetheless.

debbie let out gasping moans as your tongue flattened over her overstimulated clit and dragged it back and forth. just to throw her over the edge, you pumped your fingers in and out of her sopping pussy, curling them up and pressing them against her walls until they found her sweet spot. you stared up at her with a soft, demanding look, as if you were commanding her to let go and release all over your face.

the only sounds in the rooms were the slurping of your mouth against debbie’s sex and her uncontrollable noises and pleas for more. It was too much and perfection at the same time. debbie shook as she choked out a cry, she sees stars as her orgasm rushes through her and slick squirts over your lips and nose.

debbie laid on the bed like a stringless puppet, her eyes closed as she catches her breath. meanwhile, you rise from the carpeted floor, wipe the clear slick from your face, and use it to lube your hard cock. it had already turned bright red near the tip due to you ignoring it. now the real fun can begin. you give debbie a few minutes to rest, you handed her a bottle water to drink as you showered her in praise.

debbie flushed at the overwhelming adoration. debbie recalled another memory of you taking charge in the aftercare as nolan and debbie held each other in warm embrace after a particularly exhausting session. you made sure they were the most comfortable.

finally, you set debbie sideways on top of the soft pillows as you laid behind her, snaking your arm around her waist as you grind your dick against her entrance. debbie whined when she felt the tip of your cock touch her clit after every movement of your hips.

you peck her neck once more and whisper next to her ear, “i love you, debbie. more than anything else. you aren’t alone, this wasn’t either of our faults. you’re my strong, beautiful wife. nothing’s gonna change that.”

you hear debbie’s breath hitch before salty tears fill her eyes once again. she turns her head and holds onto your neck so she could press a kiss to your lips. your bodies were tangled up like a intimate pretzel, even if you didn’t have your super hearing, you’d still be able to hear debbie’s heartbeat due to how close she was.

nobody else but yourself, debbie and nol—

…nobody else but debbie and youself existed…

debbie pulls away from the kiss first as a few tears escape from her eyes again, she stares at you with pure love and trust as she mutters out, “thank you for everything. i love you more. please, please put it in—”

debbie trailed off and let out a sighing moan when she felt your cock fill her to the brim, your hips press flush against her. your tongue was perfect, but your dick was divine. you were going to do everything in your power to make sure nobody hurt your family again. but in the deepest corner of your mind laid a traitorous thought.

where did nolan go, and was he okay?

after you and debbie were done making love, you use your super human speed to make quick work of clean up and gave debbie one last kiss good night before covering the two of you in a blanket and sleeping peacefully for the first time in weeks.

meanwhile, nolan stared up blankly at the countless stars above him from his spot on the balcony that was just outside his bedroom, where andressa slept peacefully on his bed heavy with his future child. despite how far he traveled, nolan could never run away from the memories of what he’d done. he was a disgrace to his empire, and to his family.

the picture of you and debbie appear in his mind. no matter how many times he tried to deny caring for the two of you: he couldn’t believe it himself. he wished things could’ve been different.

Jason felt the way her body tensed.

He knew this feeling, knew the way it sank claws into your mind, made you feel like the world was caving in. He’d fought his own demons in alleys and nightmares, but seeing Y/N like this—his invincible, alien girl, reduced to a trembling wreck—gutted him. He pressed his lips to her forehead, then her temple, her cheek, peppering soft kisses across her face.

“I’m right here, stardust,” he whispered. “You feel me? I’m not going anywhere.”

Her lips twitched, a shaky giggle breaking through her tears at the tickle of his stubble. She tilted her face up, her eyes searching his, desperate for reassurance.

“Promise?” she asked softly.

“Swear it,” he said, his voice firm despite the ache in his chest.

He cupped her face, thumbs brushing away her tears, his rough skin a stark contrast to her radiant smoothness. Their lips met, a tentative brush that deepened into something urgent, hungry. Her hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer, as if she could merge their bodies and banish the fear of separation. His tongue traced hers, tasting tears and sweetness.

Jason’s hands slid down her sides, fingers grazing the oversized hoodie she’d stolen from his drawer, its hem bunched around her thighs. Her skin was warm, impossibly soft, and he marvelled at how someone so powerful could feel so fragile under his touch. He lifted her slightly, repositioning her so she straddled his lap, her knees sinking into the armchair’s cushions.

Her hands roamed his chest, hesitant but curious.

“Jay,” she whispered against his lips, “make me feel… safe.”

He understood.

She needed to feel him, to know he was real, here, hers.

His hands slipped under her hoodie, finding the curve of her waist, the heat of her skin igniting something primal in him. But he tempered it, kept it tender, because this wasn’t just desire... it was love. He kissed her neck, his lips tracing the pulse that thrummed faster than any human’s.

“You’re safe,” he murmured. “I’ve got you.”

She shivered, her fingers tangling in his dark hair as she arched into him.

He peeled the hoodie away, then the tank top, exposing the soft curve of her breasts. His lips followed, kissing a slow path down her neck, her collarbone, the valley between her breasts, tasting the faint salt of her skin. She gasped, a sound that was half sob, half moan, her fingers tangling in his dark hair as she arched into him.

Jason guided her to the plush rug before the armchair, the library’s shadows wrapping them in a cocoon of intimacy. Her shorts slid off, leaving her in simple cotton panties, her body a study in contrasts—ethereal yet trembling, divine yet achingly vulnerable.

“You’re beautiful,” he said as he pealed his own clothes.

Their bodies pressed together, skin to skin, her warmth seeping into him like a sunrise. He kissed her deeply, hands framing her face, whispering between breaths. “You’re my everything. My stardust. My home.”

Each word was a shield, warding off her panic.

His fingers hooked into her panties, sliding them down, and she shivered, her breath hitching as she lay bare before him. He parted her thighs, his touch reverent, and lowered his mouth to her, tasting her heat, her sweetness. She moaned, her hips bucking instinctively. His tongue teased her clit, drawing gasps that grew louder, more desperate.

“Jason,” she whimpered, her voice breaking, “please…”

He rose, positioning himself between her legs, his cock hard and aching as he guided it to her entrance. Her eyes locked on his, and he entered her slowly, inch by inch, feeling her tight heat envelop him. She tensed, then melted, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. Her strength could have crushed him, but she held back, her body trembling with the effort. He moved with her, a slow rhythm, his hands stroking her thighs, her breasts, her face.

“You feel so fucking good,” he growled. “So perfect. My perfect girl.”

Her moans grew louder, her hips meeting his thrusts, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He angled himself, hitting the spot that made her gasp, her body arching beneath him.

“Jason… I—I’m…” Her words dissolved into a cry as her climax hit, her walls clenching around him, her body shaking with the force of it.

He watched her, memorizing every detail; the way her lips parted, her eyes fluttered shut, the soft glow of her skin as she came undone.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, kissing her neck, her jaw. “I’ve got you.”

He followed moments later, his release a shuddering wave, spilling into her as he buried his face in her neck, whispering her name like a mantra. They collapsed together, tangled on the rug, her head on his chest, his heartbeat a steady drum under her ear.

Her tears had dried, replaced by a sated smile.

“You didn’t let go,” she whispered.

“Never will,” Jason replied, kissing her hair, his arms tight around her. “Promise.”

"Lois!" Perry's voice cut through her paralysis. "Lane! Get down there now!"

But she was already moving, grabbing her press badge and recorder, muscle memory carrying her toward the stairwell while her mind tried to process what the reporter on TV was saying: "...creature of unknown origin... downtown destruction... Superman engaged..."

The elevator couldn't move fast enough. By the time Lois reached street level, she could hear it-the sound of a city under siege. Concrete cracking like thunder. Car alarms wailing like funeral dirges. And underneath it all, a roar that seemed to come from the earth itself.

She commandeered the first taxi she saw, throwing a hundred dollar bill at the driver and demanding he get as close to the destruction as possible. The man took one look at her press badge and her expression and hit the gas.

"Lady, you sure about this?" he asked as they rounded a corner and saw the devastation ahead. "That thing's been throwing cars around like footballs."

That thing. Lois got her first real look at Doomsday through the taxi's windshield and felt something cold settle in her stomach. It was massive, eight feet of gray skin and bone spikes, moving with a violence that seemed almost joyful. She'd seen Y/N face down Brainiac, Lex Luthor, even Darkseid, but this was different. This creature didn't want to conquer or control.

It just wanted to destroy.

And somewhere in that chaos of rubble and screaming civilians, Y/N was fighting it alone.

"Stop here," Lois said, already reaching for the door handle.

"Ma'am, I really don't think—"

"Stop the car."

She was out before he'd fully braked, running toward the sound of battle in heels that weren't designed for sprinting over debris. Behind her, she could hear the taxi's tires screech as the driver fled in the opposite direction.

Smart man.

The scene that greeted her when she rounded the corner onto Fifth Avenue would haunt her for the rest of her life. Half the street had been reduced to rubble, storefronts collapsed, a city bus folded in half like origami. And in the center of it all, two figures locked in combat that looked less like a fight and more like a natural disaster.

Y/N moved with all the grace and power Lois had come to associate with Superman, but she could see the strain in their movements. They'd been fighting for twenty minutes—an eternity in superhero time-and Doomsday showed no signs of slowing down. If anything, the creature seemed to be getting stronger, adapting to Y/N's attacks with each exchange.

Lois pulled out her phone and dialed Michael Holt's number. Mr. Terrific answered on the first ring, his voice tight with concern.

"Lois? Please tell me you're not where I think you are."

"I need your ship," she said without preamble, ducking behind an overturned car as a chunk of concrete sailed over her head. "The invisible one. How fast can you get it here?"

"Why would you...? Lois, no. Whatever you're thinking, no."

"Michael." Her voice was sharp enough to cut glass. "How fast?"

A pause. In the background, she could hear him already moving, could practically see him running calculations in his head. "Eight minutes if I break several FAA regulations. Lois, what are you planning?"

"Something stupid," she admitted, watching Y/N take a hit that sent them crashing through a storefront window. They emerged seconds later, blood on their lip, uniform torn. "But maybe stupid enough to work."

"The Fortress?"

Trust Michael Holt to figure it out immediately. "The Fortress," she confirmed.

"Lois, even if we could get Superman there, the healing matrix might not—"

"It will work." She said it with the kind of absolute certainty that had gotten her through every impossible story, every closed door, every source who'd sworn they'd never talk. "It has to work."

"Six minutes," Michael said, and she could hear the whine of T-Sphere engines spinning up in the background. "Try not to die before I get there."

The line went dead. Lois pocketed her phone and moved closer to the fight, staying low, using the scattered debris as cover. She needed to be ready. Whatever happened next, she needed to be close enough to—

The sound Y/N made when Doomsday's fist connected with their chest wasn't quite human. It was the sound of breaking, of something vital giving way. They hit the side of a building hard enough to leave a crater in the brick, then slumped to the ground and didn't immediately get up.

Lois was moving before she'd consciously decided to, her body acting on pure instinct. She scrambled over chunks of concrete and twisted metal, ignoring the cuts on her hands, the runs in her stockings, the way her heart felt like it was trying to claw its way out of her chest.

"Y/N!" She reached them just as they were struggling to their feet, blood trickling from the corner of their mouth. Up close, she could see how much the fight had cost them. Their hands were shaking—barely noticeable unless you knew what to look for, but Lois knew every tell, every micro-expression, every sign that Y/N was in trouble.

"Lois?" Y/N's voice was thick with surprise and something that might have been fear. "What are you..? You need to get out of here. Now."

"Not without you."

"This thing, it's not like anything I've fought before. It's learning, adapting. Every time I hit it, it comes back stronger." Y/N wiped blood from their lip with the back of their hand. "It's going to kill me, and I can't—I won't let you watch that happen."

The casual way they said it—it's going to kill me—like they were discussing the weather, broke something inside Lois's chest. But before she could respond, Doomsday's roar echoed off the surrounding buildings, and they both turned to see the creature pulling itself out of the rubble where Y/N had left it.

"Go," Y/N said urgently, their hands on Lois's shoulders. "Please. I need to know you're safe."

Lois looked into the eyes she loved so much-eyes that had seen the birth of stars and the heat death of galaxies, but still got soft when they looked at her-and made a choice.

"I love you," she said, rising up on her toes to kiss them, quick and fierce and desperate. "And I am not losing you today."

Before Y/N could respond, she was running again, not away from the fight but parallel to it, positioning herself where she could see everything. Her phone showed three minutes until Michael arrived. Three minutes to watch the person she loved face down certain death.

Three minutes too long.

The next few minutes played out like a fever dream. Y/N threw everything they had at Doomsday-heat vision that should have cut through steel, punches that should have shattered mountains, speed that should have made them untouchable. But the creature adapted to each attack, grew stronger, more vicious.

And Y/N grew slower.

Lois watched her partner, her love, her future, her forever-get beaten down by degrees. A punch that sent them skidding across asphalt. A backhand that cracked their ribs audibly. A grab that lifted them off their feet and hurled them into the ground hard enough to crater the street.

Each impact felt like a physical blow to Lois's own body. She found herself gasping in sympathy, her hands clenched into fists so tight her nails drew blood from her palms. This was torture-watching and being unable to help, knowing that her presence here was probably making things worse by giving Y/N something to worry about.

But she couldn't leave. Even if it meant watching Y/N die, she couldn't leave them to face this alone.

The end, when it came, was almost anticlimactic.

Doomsday caught Y/N in a bear hug, those massive arms wrapping around their torso like a vise. Lois could see Y/N struggling, could see the way their face contorted in pain as the creature squeezed. Then Doomsday's bone spikes began to extend, and Lois realized with crystalline clarity what was about to happen.

"NO!" The scream tore from her throat before she could stop it.

Y/N's head snapped toward her, and for one perfect, terrible moment, their eyes met across the chaos. Y/N smiled—actually smiled, as if seeing her face was worth dying for-and then did something that would replay in Lois's nightmares for years to come.

They grabbed Doomsday's spikes with both hands and pulled them deeper into their own chest.

The creature roared in surprise and pain as Y/N's heat vision, activated at point-blank range, finally found its mark. Superheated energy tore through Doomsday from the inside out, and both combatants collapsed in a tangle of limbs and smoke.

Neither of them moved.

Lois was running before her mind caught up with her legs, screaming Y/N's name, no longer caring about her own safety. She reached them at the same time the T-Sphere materialized overhead, Michael Holt's ship shimmering into visibility like a mirage resolving into reality.

Y/N lay on their back in a pool of blood that was spreading too fast, their uniform torn open to reveal the puncture wounds in their chest. Their breathing was shallow, labored, each exhale accompanied by a wet sound that meant internal bleeding.

"Hey," Lois whispered, dropping to her knees beside them and cradling their head in her lap. "Hey, look at me."

Y/N's eyes fluttered open, unfocused but aware. "Lo? Are you...Are you hurt?"

Even dying, they were worried about her. Lois felt tears she hadn't realized she was crying drip onto Y/N's face. "I'm fine. You're going to be fine too, okay? We're going to get you help."

"Doomsday?"

Lois glanced over at the creature's motionless form. "Dead. You killed it. You saved everyone."

Y/N tried to smile, but it came out more like a grimace. "Good. That's...that's good." Their hand found hers, fingers cold and weak. "Lois, I need you to know-"

"Don't." She squeezed their hand tighter. "Don't you dare say goodbye to me."

"I love you," Y/N continued as if she hadn't spoken. "More than I've ever loved anything. You made me feel human, and that was...that was the best gift anyone ever gave me."

"Y/N, stop talking and save your strength." The ship was landing now, its loading ramp extending toward them. Michael Holt appeared at the top, medical kit in hand.

"Promise me something," Y/N whispered, their voice getting weaker. "Promise me you'll be happy. After. Promise me you'll find someone who-"

"No." Lois's voice was sharp with panic and fury. "No, I will not promise you that because you are not dying. Do you hear me? I am not letting you die."

Michael reached them, scanner already out and beeping urgently. "Vitals are crashing," he reported, all business. "Massive internal bleeding, possible cardiac trauma. We need to move now."

Together, they lifted Y/N onto a stretcher Michael had produced from somewhere. Y/N groaned, the sound weak and pained, but they were still conscious, still breathing.

"The Fortress?" Michael asked as they secured Y/N in the ship's medical bay.

"The Fortress," Lois confirmed, strapping herself into the seat next to Y/N's stretcher. "How long?"

"At maximum speed? Fifteen minutes."

Lois looked down at Y/N, whose eyes had drifted closed, their breathing becoming more labored by the second. Fifteen minutes suddenly felt like fifteen years.

"Make it ten," she said.

The flight to the Arctic was the longest ten minutes of Lois's life. She spent every second of it talking to Y/N, whether they could hear her or not, her voice a steady stream of memories and promises and desperate pleas.

"Remember our first real date?" she said, her hand stroking their hair. "You were so nervous you forgot you could fly and took the subway to pick me up. Forty-five minutes late because of track work on the R Line."

Y/N's lips twitched, almost like they were trying to smile.

"And you brought me those terrible gas station flowers because you'd read somewhere that women liked roses, but you didn't know there was a difference between actual roses and those sad wilted things from the corner store." Lois felt herself smile despite the tears. "I kept them until they fell apart because you'd picked them out yourself."

"Blood pressure dropping," Michael called from the pilot's seat. "Whatever you're doing, keep doing it."

So Lois kept talking. About their first fight—a stupid argument about aliens and metahumans. About the first time Y/N had stayed over, how they'd hovered three inches off the bed all night because they were afraid of crushing her in their sleep. About lazy Sunday mornings and terrible cooking experiments and the way Y/N always hummed off-key in the shower.

"I love that you can't carry a tune to save your life," she whispered, leaning down to press her forehead against theirs. "I love that you still get excited about dogs even though Krypto drives you absolutely nuts. I love that you read my articles even when they're about municipal water policy and pretend to be interested."

Y/N's eyes opened again, just for a moment, and their mouth moved soundlessly.

"What?" Lois leaned closer. "What are you trying to say?"

"...not...pretending..." Y/N managed, their voice barely a whisper. "Municipal...water policy...fascinating..."

Despite everything, Lois laughed. A sound somewhere between joy and hysteria. "You're such a nerd."

"Your...nerd..."

"Mine," she agreed fiercely. "My nerd. And you're not allowed to leave me, you understand? I just figured out how to love someone without completely losing my mind about it, and I'll be damned if you check out on me now."

The Fortress of Solitude rose from the Arctic ice like a crystal cathedral, beautiful and alien and completely wrong for Kansas farmers who should have grown up building hay forts instead of ice palaces. But as Michael's ship approached the structure, Lois had never been more grateful for Kryptonian technology in her life.

"The entrance should recognize Y/N's biometric signature," she told Michael as they prepared to land.

"What if it doesn't?"

Lois looked down at Y/N, whose breathing had become so shallow she had to watch carefully to see their chest rise and fall. "Then I'll find another way in. I always do."

The Fortress doors opened for them without hesitation, recognizing Y/N even in their current state. Michael guided the ship into the central chamber, where holographic displays and floating crystals created an environment that looked more like the inside of a star than any place humans were meant to be.

"Where's the healing matrix?" Michael asked, powering down the ship's engines.

"This way." Lois had only been here a handful of times-Y/N was protective of their Kryptonian heritage, careful about sharing too much too fast—but she remembered the route to the med bay. They'd taken a tour during one of their early visits, back when everything between them was still new and careful and full of possibility.

The healing matrix looked exactly like what it was-alien technology designed for a dead race, all crystal formations and energy fields that hummed with barely contained power. Lois had seen it work on minor injuries before, had watched it repair cuts and bruises with efficiency that made human medicine look like applying band-aids to severed arteries.

But this was different. This was massive trauma, the kind of damage that might be beyond even Kryptonian science.

"Help me get them onto the platform," she said, and together she and Michael lifted Y/N from the stretcher onto the crystal surface at the center of the matrix.

"Lois," Michael said gently, "you need to prepare yourself for the possibility that this might not—"

"It will work," she cut him off. "It has to work."

The matrix activated as soon as Y/N's body made contact with the crystal, energy fields springing to life around them like ethereal medical equipment. Holographic displays showed vital signs, cellular damage, the intricate network of injuries that Doomsday had inflicted.

And they were bad. Very bad.

"Cardiac rupture," Michael read from the displays, his voice clinical. "Massive hemorrhaging. Multiple organ failure. Lois..."

"How long?" she asked, ignoring the way her voice shook.

Michael studied the readouts, running calculations in his head. "If the matrix can stabilize the bleeding... maybe six hours for basic repairs. Another twelve for full cellular regeneration."

Eighteen hours. Eighteen hours of not knowing if the person she loved would live or die, eighteen hours of watching energy fields work on damage that should have been fatal, eighteen hours of the most helpless feeling she'd ever experienced.

"Okay," she said, sinking into a chair someone had placed near the matrix. "Okay. We wait."

Michael hesitated. "I should call the League, let them know—"

"No." The word came out sharper than she'd intended. "Not yet. Please. I just... I need some time. Just us."

Michael nodded, understanding more than she'd expected. "I'll monitor from the ship, give you some privacy. Call if anything changes."

And then she was alone with Y/N and the soft hum of alien technology, watching energy fields work to repair the person she loved more than her own life.

The first hour was the worst. Y/N's vital signs fluctuated wildly as the matrix worked to stabilize the immediate damage, and twice Lois was sure she was about to watch them die despite every effort to save them. She found herself talking again, a constant stream of words aimed at keeping them anchored to the world of the living.

"The first time I knew I loved you," she said during one particularly scary dip in their heart rate, "was three weeks after you told me who you really were. You'd had a bad day-some natural disaster you couldn't prevent, I think—and you came to my apartment still in the suit, just sat on my couch and cried."

The memory was crystalline in its clarity. Y/N had looked so small despite their size, so human despite everything that made them alien.

"I made you tea and you fell asleep with your head in my lap, and I realized that this person who could move mountains trusted me enough to be vulnerable with me. That's when I knew I was completely gone for you."

Y/N's heart rate stabilized.

By the third hour, the immediate crisis had passed, but the real work was just beginning. The matrix had stopped the bleeding and stabilized their organs, but now came the delicate process of cellular repair. Lois watched fields of energy weave through Y/N's body, fixing damage on a molecular level, rebuilding what Doomsday had destroyed.

"I'm scared," she admitted to the unconscious figure on the crystal platform. "I've never been this scared in my life, and that includes the time I was kidnapped by Intergang and the time I accidentally walked into that Kryptonite smuggling ring."

She stood up, pacing around the matrix, needing to move. "I don't know how to do this without you. I don't know how to be brave without knowing you're out there somewhere, keeping the world safe. I don't know how to write stories about hope if the thing that taught me what hope looks like is gone."

The matrix hummed in response, as if the Fortress itself was listening.

"I know that's selfish," she continued. "I know the world needs Superman more than Lois Lane needs her partner. But I can't help it. I'm selfish about you. I want you to come home to me every night and complain about your day and help me with the crossword puzzle and laugh at my terrible jokes."

She sat back down, reaching out to touch the energy field around Y/N's hand. It felt warm, almost alive.

"I want forever with you," she whispered. "I want to fight about whose turn it is to do laundry and whether we can afford the good coffee and what movie to watch on Friday nights. I want ordinary things, human things, with someone who's anything but ordinary or human."

Hours passed. The matrix worked with patient efficiency, repairing damage that should have taken weeks to heal. Lois dozed fitfully in her chair, waking every few minutes to check the displays, to make sure Y/N was still breathing, still fighting.

Sometime around hour fifteen, she woke to find Y/N's eyes open, staring at the crystalline ceiling above them.

"Hey," she said softly, afraid to move too quickly, afraid to hope too much.

Y/N turned their head toward her, and their smile was weak but real. "Hey yourself."

"How do you feel?"

"Like I got hit by a truck." Y/N's voice was hoarse, rough from hours of unconsciousness. "A very large, very angry truck with bone spikes."

"That's pretty accurate, actually." Lois felt tears threatening again, but these were different-relief instead of fear, joy instead of desperation. "The matrix says you need another few hours, but the worst is over."

Y/N tried to sit up, winced, and settled back onto the platform. "Doomsday?"

"Dead. You killed it. Saved the whole city."

"How many casualties?"

Trust Y/N to ask about everyone else before asking about their own condition. "Seventeen injured, mostly minor. No deaths except yours, and that didn't take."

Y/N looked confused. "Mine?"

"You died," Lois said simply. "For about three minutes, according to Michael's readings. Clinically dead. I've never been so angry at anyone in my life."

"I'm sorry," Y/N said, and they sounded like they meant it. "I didn't mean to—"

"Die protecting the people you love?" Lois reached through the energy field to touch their hand, relief flooding through her when their fingers squeezed back. "Yeah, that's exactly the kind of thing you'd do."

They lay in comfortable silence for a while, watching the matrix complete its work. Y/N's color was returning, the terrible pallor of blood loss fading as Kryptonian technology rebuilt them from the inside out.

"Lois," Y/N said eventually, "what you did today...getting me here, making this happen—"

"Don't." She shook her head. "Don't thank me for refusing to let you die. That's not heroic, that's just selfish. I need you too much to let you go."

"I need you too." Y/N's voice was soft, thoughtful. "When I was fighting Doomsday, when I realized I might not make it... the only thing I could think about was that I'd never see you again. Never get to tell you how much you mean to me."

"You told me," Lois reminded them. "Right before you decided to martyr yourself like an idiot."

"I told you I loved you. But I never told you..." Y/N paused, seeming to gather their thoughts. "I never told you that you saved me first."

Lois frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Before you, I was just going through the motions. Flying around, stopping disasters, being Superman because that's what I was supposed to do. But I wasn't really living. I was just... existing."

Y/N turned onto their side, facing her fully despite the discomfort it obviously caused. "You taught me what it meant to be human. Not the biology of it, but the emotional reality. You taught me that being vulnerable isn't weakness, that letting someone see all of you-the good parts and the broken parts—is the bravest thing you can do."

"Y/N..."

"I'm not finished." Their smile was soft, fond. "You taught me that saving the world means nothing if you don't have someone to come home to at the end of the day. You taught me that love isn't about being perfect for someone, it's about being yourself and trusting them to love that person."

Lois felt tears sliding down her cheeks again, but these were good tears, clean tears.

"So when I say you saved me," Y/N continued, "I don't mean from Doomsday. I mean from a life without meaning, without connection, without love. You saved me from being Superman and helped me become Y/N."

"I love Y/N," Lois said, leaning forward to press her forehead against the energy field. "I love Superman too, but Y/N is who I fell for. The person who gets excited about stupid things and worries about whether their tie matches their shoes and leaves coffee rings on my table."

"I'll try to be more careful with the coffee rings."

"Don't you dare. I like having proof that you were there."

The matrix chimed softly, and the energy fields began to fade. According to the displays, Y/N's cellular regeneration was complete, all major trauma repaired. They were, for all intents and purposes, as good as new.

"How do you feel?" Lois asked as Y/N sat up slowly, testing their range of motion.

"Like myself again." Y/N stood, stretching, and Lois could see the exact moment they realized they were whole. The relief in their expression was overwhelming. "Like I'm going to live to see tomorrow."

"Good," Lois said, standing as well. "Because I have plans for tomorrow. And the day after that. And the day after that."

"Oh?" Y/N moved closer, and despite everything they'd been through, their smile was pure mischief. "What kind of plans?"

"The kind that involve you being alive for them."

Y/N laughed-a sound Lois had thought she might never hear again—and pulled her into their arms. They were warm and solid and real, and when they kissed her, Lois could taste forever on their lips.

"I love you," Y/N murmured against her mouth. "Forever, remember?"

"Forever," Lois agreed, thinking of the crossword puzzle they'd left unfinished on her desk. Seven across: What lovers promise each other.

Forever seemed like a good place to start.

The flight back to Metropolis was different from the journey to the Fortress. Y/N sat beside her in the ship's passenger area, color returned to their cheeks, uniform repaired by helpful Kryptonian technology. They looked like themselves again, like the person who'd been reading over her shoulder that morning, who'd written "forever" in careful handwriting.

"What happens now?" Lois asked as the city skyline came into view.

"Now we go home," Y/N said simply. "We finish the crossword. We argue about what to have for dinner. We pretend this was just another Tuesday."

"Is that what you want? To pretend?"

Y/N considered this, their hand finding hers and squeezing gently. "I want to live like today taught me something important about how precious this is. But I also want to live like we have time to figure it out as we go."

"What did it teach you?"

"That I don't want to waste another second being afraid of how much I love you." Y/N's smile was soft, certain. "That life's too short to hold back, even when you're functionally immortal."

"Good," Lois said, settling against their side as Metropolis grew larger below them. "Because I'm done holding back too."

"What does that mean?"

Lois looked up at them, at this person who'd died for the world and lived for her, and made a decision that felt as natural as breathing.

"It means when people ask what we are to each other, I'm not going to say 'it's complicated' anymore."

"What are you going to say?"

"That you're the person I'm going to marry," she said, and watched Y/N's eyes go wide with surprise and delight. "If you'll have me."

"Lois Lane," Y/N said, their voice full of wonder, "are you proposing to me?"

"I'm Lois Lane," she replied with a grin. "I don't propose. I inform."

Y/N laughed, the sound bright and joyful and alive, and kissed her as Metropolis spread out below them-a city full of people who would sleep safely tonight because Superman had kept his promise to protect them, and because Lois Lane had refused to let love die without a fight.

"Yes," Y/N said against her lips. "To all of it. To forever. To you."

"Good," Lois said, and settled in to enjoy the flight home.

After all, they had a crossword to finish.

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Three hours later, they were home.

The apartment felt different somehow-smaller, more precious. Y/N had changed out of the Superman suit into soft pajama pants and one of Lois's old Planet t-shirts that was too small for them but that they wore anyway because it smelled like her perfume. Lois had ordered Thai food and opened a bottle of wine, and now they were sprawled on the couch with cartons of pad thai cooling on the coffee table and some mindless sitcom playing in the background.

Y/N was stretched out with their head in Lois's lap, looking more relaxed than they had in weeks.

"This is nice," Y/N murmured, eyes drifting closed as Lois's fingers combed gently through their hair. "Quiet."

"Mmm." Lois traced the line of Y/N's jaw with her free hand, marveling at the fact that she could touch them, that they were here and whole and safe. "No explosions, no alien invasions, no disasters that need immediate Superman intervention."

"Don't jinx it," Y/N said with a sleepy smile. "The universe has a twisted sense of humor." On the TV, someone was getting into an argument about a wedding cake. Lois wasn't really watching-she was too busy studying Y/N's face, cataloging every detail like she was seeing them for the first time. The small scar above their left eyebrow from a childhood accident in Smallville. The way their eyelashes cast shadows on their cheeks. The tiny freckle just below their ear that she'd kissed a hundred times but somehow never stopped noticing.

"What are you thinking about?" Y/N asked without opening their eyes, because of course they could sense her staring.

"You," Lois said honestly. "How different you look when you're not carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders."

"I always carry it. That's the job."

"Not right now you don't." Her fingers found that sensitive spot behind Y/N's ear, and they practically purred. "Right now you're just mine."

Y/N's eyes opened at that, soft and warm and slightly unfocused. "Yours, huh?"

"Mine," Lois confirmed, leaning down to kiss their forehead. "My partner who almost died today and scared me half to death and is never, ever allowed to do that again."

"I can't promise I won't—"

"Shh." Lois pressed a finger to their lips. "Tonight you can. Tonight we're just two people on a couch, eating terrible takeout and watching bad television. Superman doesn't exist tonight."

Y/N caught her finger between their lips and kissed it, the gesture so tender it made Lois's chest ache.

"Just Y/N and Lois?"

"Just Y/N and Lois."

They settled back into comfortable silence, Y/N's breathing gradually evening out as they dozed against her. Lois let herself be soft in a way she rarely allowed-stroking Y/N's hair, tracing patterns on their shoulder, pressing little kisses to the top of their head whenever she felt like it.

"Lo?" Y/N's voice was thick with sleep.

"Yeah?"

"When I was dying... what you said about municipal water policy..."

Lois laughed softly. "You were literally bleeding out and that's what you focused on?"

"It was important." Y/N shifted slightly, nuzzling closer. "I need you to know I really do find your articles fascinating. Even the boring ones. Especially the boring ones."

"Why especially those?"

"Because they're yours. Because your brain works in ways that amaze me. Because you can make me care about sewer systems and city budgets and zoning laws just by explaining why they matter." Y/N's voice was getting softer, more distant. "I love watching you get excited about things other people think are mundane."

Lois felt something warm and liquid spread through her chest. This was why she'd fallen for them-not the cape or the powers or the world-saving, but moments like this. Y/N seeing beauty in her passion for the ordinary, for the unglamorous stories that actually shaped people's lives.

"I love you too," she whispered, but Y/N was already asleep, their breathing deep and even.

On the TV, the wedding cake argument had resolved and moved on to someone's relationship drama. Lois reached for the remote and turned the volume down, not wanting to wake Y/N but not quite ready to end this perfect, ordinary moment. Her phone buzzed with a text from Perry asking for a follow-up story on the Doomsday attack, but she ignored it. For once, the story could wait until tomorrow. Tonight was for this-for soft touches and quiet breathing and the simple miracle of Y/N alive and safe in her arms. She thought about the crossword puzzle still sitting unfinished on her desk at work.

Seven across: What lovers promise each other. Forever. But sitting here with Y/N's weight warm against her legs, their face peaceful in sleep, Lois realized forever wasn't something you promised. It was something you chose, again and again, in a thousand small moments like this one. She pressed another kiss to Y/N's hair and settled in for a long night of bad television and the best company she'd ever had.

After all, they had forever to figure out the rest.

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“I’m not sure this is the right way to be going about this. There are too many unsecured exits and the metro tunnels are right beneath the main warehouse.” It was a good point, to be fair, but Dick really didn’t feel like being fair. You stood at the opposite end of the table, shoulder-to-shoulder with your father who nodded approvingly.

“That’s what the explosives are for,” you opened your mouth to further protest but Dick cut you off before you could even take a breath, “I don’t even know why you’re here, I don’t need any Kryptonians to get this done, you’re just getting in the way at this point.” 

The red that briefly flashed over your eyes had him smirking internally. He was getting close to cracking through that goodie two shoes exterior and showing how you really were to the rest of the League. But you just smiled at him, that girl-next-door smile that had somehow won over the hearts of all of his friends and even his father, and dropped your arms down to your sides in a clear message; ‘I’m taking the high road’.

“If you stuck me down there instead of the bombs, I could make sure no one got out and no civilians hurt without destroying any infrastructure. I just want to help, Nightwing.” 

“Oh, like you helped in Paris? How is the city reconstruction going by the way?” Superman clapped a hand onto your shoulder but you didn’t budge, he knew you wouldn’t. You were too much like himself, Dick thinks, too devoted to your duties as both a hero and an older sibling but the rose-coloured glasses you refused to even consider taking off had blinded you to exactly what the world was capable of. Dick wondered if a night patrolling in Gotham would fix that but he doubted even that could slap you with any form of reality.

“Better than Star City.” You mumbled and suddenly, something in him snapped.

“Yeah well, you know how you could help, if you went and fucked yourself.“

“Oh real mature. Are you sure you can actually run a mission with your head so far up your butt?”

“At least I don’t need daddy to come in and save me when I fuck up.”

“Stop it.” Batman’s voice sliced through the meeting room. You smirked victoriously before the cold white eyes of his mask turned towards you. “Both of you. This is neither the time nor place for childish competitions and insults.”

“But he started it!” “She’s the one that doesn’t listen!” 

“He’s right, this rivalry has gone on long enough. It’s interfering with your jobs.” Superman, ever the peace-maker, gently explained. “We will take care of the Joker while you two sort out whatever issues you have.”

“That’s not fair!” You both shouted at the same time yet your protest fell on deaf ears. Already, the two older heroes were headed for the door and ever the obedient children you were, you stayed put despite your hatred for each other.

“Don’t destroy my computer.” Were Batman’s parting words before the door slid closed behind him and locked with a distinctive thunk. 

This time when Dick faced you, your eyes blazed red. He almost expected to feel the boiling heat of them even from across the room but just as quickly as your anger had sparked up, it fizzled out, leaving you slumped over on the table. The material of your cape fluttered over your shoulders, making you look like a child being covered by their parent’s clothes.

“I hate you.” Your voice held no conviction, a lie you had told yourself over and over to make yourself believe it. 

“Feeling’s mutual.” His cheeks burned with the fib, collapsing into the chair directly across from you. He let himself observe you, for just a moment, the slope of your shoulders, the colour of your hair under the harsh lighting of the room, the way that he could just make out the curve of your ass from this angle. His gaze quickly flicked away when you huffed, planting yourself in a chair instead.

Silence pressed down on the both of you, squeezing tighter and tighter until the awkward tension was too much to bear. You broke first.

“It was a good plan.”

Dick snorted. “No it wasn’t. I didn’t even think about the tunnels, I was gonna use the explosives for the main entrance.” The smile that you gave him then was something new, soft and warm. You eased back into the seat, your eyes fluttering shut. 

“I would’ve done the same.”

“You would’ve punched your way in like the Kool-aid man, I at least use doors.”

“You go in through the window about 9 times out of 10.” Dick kicked a foot up onto the table. 

“And how would you know that? Are you obsessed with me? Cause it’s cool if you are, I have plenty of fangirls, you can join their club.” Your glare made his heart skip a beat.

“And what’s the average age of the women in your little fan club? 75?” 

“62 thank you very much.”

“Oh I’m sorry.” You couldn’t hold the fake apology for long, breaking out into a fit of giggles. 

Dick cleared his throat, his expression becoming sullen. “Sorry I brought up Paris, it wasn’t your fault. It was a bad call to send you on your first solo mission with Supes being on the other side of the Galaxy, that’s on me.”

“So self-sacrificing. At most, it was Batman’s fault, when have I ever listened to your orders.” You pointed out, though he saw through it, you did blame him a little but you mostly blamed yourself. “And for what it’s worth, I’m sorry about mentioning Star City, and the butt comment, Dad says I’m too petty sometimes.”

“Everyone is petty next to fucking Superman, man’s practically a saint.” You rolled your eyes in disagreement but made no effort to interrupt him. “B says I blow things out of proportion a lot so I’d say we even each other out pretty well.”

“And yet we always end up screaming at each other if we’re in the same room for more than thirty minutes.” 

“We do.” He sighed.

“At this rate we’re both going to get pulled from missions, so what are we gonna do about it?” 

“We could spar? But then it wouldn’t be a fair fight, you know, cause I’m a lot stronger than you.” You scoffed before your eyes lit up and for just a moment, Dick was terrified that you would accept. 

“We could make love.”

A burst of excitement ran through him but his mouth obviously didn’t get the message. “Make love? Who says make love? Are you 80?” Your smile dropped. Dick scrambled off the chair and rushed to your side, plucking your hand from the table before you could snatch it away. “Sorry, sorry. That was a knee-jerk reaction. Yes, I really want to ‘make love’ to you, like seriously, do you even realise how hot you are?”

Your expression didn’t waver, unimpressed. Dick took a deep breath. “And how intelligent and kind and generally wonderful half-human you are? It would be a privilege to be intimate with you even if- though I’ve been an asshole to you.” Your hand relaxed in his grip, letting your fingers lace together.

You looked down at him through your lashes, suddenly more bashful than he had ever seen you. “You really mean that?” 

“Yeah, I do.” You reached your free hand out and gently pulled off his domino mask.

“I think you’re kind of nice.” He raised a dark eyebrow at you. “Alright, you’re mostly nice, with a really good butt.” 

He surged forwards and kissed you with everything he had. You met him with equal enthusiasm, pulling him closer and closer until your noses squished together and your tongues tangled. He grabbed at your plump hips, dragging you to the edge of your chair as he fully sank to his knees. You followed him down as best you could until his fingers plucked at the band of your suit’s pants.

“Let me take care of you, you just have to do one thing for me.” The latex-like material slid down your legs, leaving you exposed to his hungry gaze.

“What?” You breathed, lifting your hips just enough for him to take off your soaked panties as you buried a hand into his unruly curls.

“Say fuck, just once.” You glared down at him before pulling his mouth to your core.

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