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You walk in out of blue (art)

My and @wolfsong02​’s contribution to the Supercorp Reverse Big Bang.

Many thanks to everyone involved (the artists, writers, and especially the @supercorpbb organizers). Hope this happens again.

Check out the Art: quiet in the city with you by @indathreneblue 

Check out the Fic: No secrets under these Stars by @wolfsong02

When a Super loves a Luthor, the incredible is never more than a moment away.

My art for the SuperCorp Reverse Big Bang! Also on ao3 here.

Companion story written by scftivy: Lunch Date Atop A Skyscraper Fic Summary: Kara takes Lena for one of their ordinary dates… but it’s far from ordinary.

Kara and Lena meet in Metropolis. For the next decade, for six weeks a year every single year, they have a little slice of heaven, just for themselves.

“Morning,” Lena greets, reaching back with a strawberry—the mouth that catches it nips playfully at her fingertips before biting into the fruit, and Lena's touch lingers on soft lips. “How was your ride?”

“Good,” Kara breathes, voice still gravelly and rich this early in the morning. “I was hoping to make it back before you woke up—wanted to bring you breakfast in bed.”

“Oh? What's the occasion?”

She feels strong shoulder shrug behind her. “Do I need an occasion? Anyway—it's too late now.”

Lena laughs, removing the stem of another strawberry and bringing it to Kara's lips. “By all means, don't let me stop you. I'm quite happy to go back to bed.”

“Nuh-uh,” Kara quips, smacking her lips and pressing them against Lena's neck in soft, breathy kisses. “Want you right here.”

Lena is having an objectively terrible day.

Everything seems to be going wrong, and nobody seems to be as proportionately pissed off about it as they should be.

Which only serves to piss her off even more.

She blames the jetlag. She blames the coffee. And right now, with the ominous peal of thunder and the sudden downpour that follows it, it seems she could not be faulted if she were to blame the weather too. 

Shit. Shit! 

She does what she can with what she has in her grip. Right now that’s a folder with some loose documents and her phone. She fumbles to call her driver with one hand and with the other, desperately tries to use the folder to shield herself from the worsening precipitation. She's really close to crying now, because of course this day would end the exact opposite way she’s imagined, when suddenly, the raindrops stop pelting her back.

"Oh, thank you so much," she rushes out, as she continues to struggle with her phone -how the hell does she not have service here?- and then she stops.

She takes another, closer look at the person holding the umbrella, and her brain fizzles out for a split second.

The golden locks, the blue eyes, the awkward stance. It can't be. 

"Terrible weather, yeah?"

I’ve been a bit quiet recently and that’s because I’ve been working on projects for the Reverse Big Bang! The first of which being ‘My French Princess.’ 

Check out the art on AO3

Check out the partner fic by SinGala on AO3 

Art for Coming Clean- Clemens Point