When magical exhaustion knocks Lena unconscious, Kara begins to realize how deep her feelings are for her best friend.

She might even love her.

(takes place in s6, don't ask me when ok i don't actually know)

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Lena is unconscious and that might be Kara’s fault, actually. She didn’t know the Kryptonite gun was aimed at her, had her back turned intercepting a bullet meant for Alex, then she turned around and there was Lena, battling it out with Lex, magic against science. She can still hear it now, the high whining of the Kryptonite beam, feel the searing across her veins. And she can still see Lena, beautiful, wonderful Lena, sweat beading across her forehead as she strained to push back against her brother.

And that horrible, terrible drop of blood dripping off Lena’s nose to land on the ground beneath. A mark; a scar, almost.

And then it’s over, Lex blown back and escaping with his portal watch before they can even get a chance to react. And then Lena is swaying, falling backwards. Kara dashes toward her best friend in a burst of super speed, catches the brunette in her arms as she sees the single drop of blood has become a substantial flow. It trickles lazily out of Lena’s nose and ears, marring her perfect skin. Kara wipes it off tenderly with her cape, not caring that she’s ruining the expensive material. Lena’s skin is paler and clammier than usual, she realizes, as she hurriedly checks for injuries. There’s nothing, just her best friend, lying in repose, body limp and pliable. Like a corpse.

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Lena's magical potency increasing unexpectedly, leading to mishaps and shenanigans

Someone locating Lena based on the sheer volume of magical energy she possesses, thereby becoming her new magical mentor, teaching her how to honor the moon and harness its power to boost her spells, potions, and charms

Lena having recurring dreams leading up to the solstice, about a person she's never met or place she's never been, but still feels familiar. In the waking world she starts feeling a pull that leads her to said person or place, where she meets up with National City's other witches at a place that's actually a magical nexus of some kind

Lena's dreams are of an old woman, who turns out to be her grandmother, who has spent years trying to connect with Lena via their magic, and due to the power of the solstice and Lena's magical awakening, she can finally make contact and tell her to come visit to meet the rest of her mother's family

Maybe Lena's aunt was cursed by a banshee (what would that even look like?). Maybe her cousin had an encounter with the fae, and has never been the same since. Does her grandmother have the gift? Does it manifest differently from Lena's? Does she have a reputation as the village hedgewitch back in Ireland?

But then the twist is that this person eventually reveals themselves to use magic in a self-serving way, or in a way that causes harm or hurt to others. But, they're careful to say, as they always have, there is no such thing as light or dark magic. Only magic. In that vein, they try to recruit Lena to their cause (bc she's obvs a powerful witch and useful ally).

Lena understands that, and says so, but "the magic may not be bad, but the way it's utilized can be. I have walked this path before, and found only horror and heartbreak at the end of it. I will not lose my way again."

Witch Lena! Rao, what an adventure this one was! Started drawing in October, didn’t have time to line until November, start coloring in late November and finally finished it a few days ago.

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Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor

Rating: Explicit

Chapter Status: 1/1 (Complete)

Words: 14,772

Summary: “Why are you wearing that?”

“Wearing…what?” Kara asks, looking down at herself. Her costume is cheap, sure – just a baggy black polyester robe, a hat, and a green rubber mask with a warty nose – but it was the first costume she saw at the store, and she didn’t want to spend a bunch of money on something she planned on throwing away.

“That.” The woman nods her head at Kara’s general presence, her eyes lingering on the mask. “That costume.”

“It’s Halloween?” Kara shrugs, completely lost.

“Yes, and this is why I hate Halloween,” the woman says, with a little more heat behind it. “It’s…it’s perpetuating stereotypes.”

For a few long moments, Kara stares at the woman’s steadily reddening face. When she finally opens her mouth, all she can manage is “...what?”

OR

Kara and Lena find each other at a Halloween party not long after their first meeting, but neither recognizes the other past their costumes. Their spark, however, is completely intact.

OR OR

If Lena was a witch from the beginning, Kara didn’t recognize her because of a terrible disguise, and they fucked in a storage closet.