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In the Middle Of The Chaos, There Was You - Cover Art

Here’s my contribution for the @supercorpbb event! It’s inspired by LenaSupremacy's story In the Middle Of The Chaos, There Was You. The story follows Detective Kara Danvers and Private Investigator Lena Luthor as they try to solve the murders plaguing National City's elites and capture the serial killer Mimeses along with their super team.

Also a big thank you to the mods for making all this possible!!

She’s always wanted to be in love.

Lena pulled the blanket around her shoulders tighter, as she glanced to the kryptonian opening up a thermos of hot chocolate. Kara passed the filled lid cup to Lena, as she tipped the thermos to her lips, taking a small sip. Lena pulled her own cup to her lips as Kara pointed up at the night sky. “Argo City is about there,” she said, Lena following her finger somewhere west. “And Rao is about there,” she continued, pointing farther south.

She’s always wanted to be in love.

Alex’s words rang in Lena’s mind. It had been a small, quiet conversation. Lena had counted herself lucky, that after everything - her betrayal, Non Nocere, Kara going to the phantom zone - that she had been able to find family in the end. That the people around her had forgiven her. That for the first time in her life, she found peace.

It had been a calm morning, her and Alex - the early risers - having coffee in the Tower, musing about life. The chat had inevitably landed on Kara, Lena finding herself constantly curious about what it had been like to grow up with an alien for a sister, a refugee who had struggled to adjust.

She’s always wanted to be in love.

And now Lena found herself gazing at the kryptonian, knowing that her expression would be revealingly wistful if Kara’s sights were not fixed to the sky as she rambled. Couldn’t she just fall for me? Lena thought, trying to chase off the melancholy.

It was the third Friday in a row where Kara had gently lifted Lena from the Tower balcony, taking her up to a flatter portion of the roof, the sky open above them. National City was a bit too bright to see anything as marvelous as the Milky Way. But the planets, Ursa Major, Orion’s belt - all shown brightly in the sky.

Kara rambled amiably about an old friend’s telescope, how she’d fly it over to the Tower next time so that they could see Saturn’s rings. Lena smiled softly, soothed by the sound of Kara’s voice, the gentle vibration that Lena could feel in her chest from their snuggled position. But it just itched at her mind - what is it that Kara wanted out of life? Had things changed?

Kara paused in her ramblings, smiling curiously at Lena. “Are you okay? Warm enough?” “I’m plenty warm,” Lena said, pulling her blanket in tighter. “Just thinking.” “About what?” Kara said, wrapping her arms around the human, as though to offer help in fighting away the cold evening.

Lena glanced up at Kara, uncertain if… this was a conversation they should really have. But with the warm blues staring back at her, with the itch in the back of her mind- “Alex said…” Lena found her voice faltering.

Kara rubbed at Lena’s back soothingly, as she tilted her head curiously.

“Alex said… you always wanted to be in love.”

Kara’s eyes widened. “Oh,” she replied, the word seeming to fall from her lips. “I- well.”

“Sorry,” Lena said, somewhat flustered. Why did I bring this up? “We can drop it, it’s a weird conversation.”

“It’s fine, Lena, it’s just - I am in love.” Kara’s eyes hesitantly glanced to side, before meeting Lena’s face again. “I’ve been in love for years.”

Lena’s stomach plummeted, suddenly feeling anxious. “Oh,” she said. “But you’re… not with them,” Lena mulled contemplatively, her wistfulness tied up in some sadness. Because as much as she wanted Kara... more than anything, she just wished Kara could be happy. 

Kara’s gaze left Lena, turning her head back up to the stars. “It wasn’t until I was in love that I realized I didn’t have to be loved back.”

“Anyone would love you,” Lena said.

“Not anyone,” Kara replied, glancing down at the roof. “Sometimes, things aren’t meant to be.”

“Who are you in love with?” Lena asked, the words falling from her lips before she could think to stop them.

Lena didn’t miss the way Kara’s throat tensed, a nervous swallow as she resolutely avoided Lena’s eyes. “You know, Lena. You have to know.”

Something tentative bloomed in Lena’s chest. A yearning, a hope. A realization that washed over her. Oh.

It almost felt silly, in retrospect, Lena’s mind parsing through the relationship. Because she thought she had been obvious, with the Valentine flowers, and she had taken the hint when the reporter had emphasized that they were good friends.

But… flying to Dublin, and Paris, just to give Lena a treat? The sobbing confession, that explained the line that Kara could never cross. Risking the world, in a fight to save Lena’s soul. For a friend like you, there are no boundaries.

She didn’t speak. Instead, she lifted her hand to Kara’s cheek, gently turning Kara’s face to her own. Kara glanced nervously back, her eyes shifting slowly between Lena’s eyes, when the truth of what they had both been wrestling with began to wash over her too. A shy smile, a small laugh. After a moment, Lena found her eyes drifting to Kara’s lips.

Lena smiled again, noting as Kara’s tongue darted out, wetting her lips in subconscious anticipation. Lena leaned forward as Kara’s head tilted in, Lena closing the gap to press her lips against the kryptonian’s.

They savored the brief meeting of lips, knowing that soon would come a time for passion and desire - but not now, not yet. On this roof, beneath the planets and Rao and the open sky, they only shared their intent.

You know I can't resist prompts like this!

“I kissed you.” “I know, I…was there.”

---

Lena can’t stop replaying the moment in her mind, the strong press of Kara’s muscles as they’d hugged goodbye, the too soft smile Kara had given when she’d pulled away, the quiet, “text me when you get home safe,” like they don’t spend every night before they fall asleep talking anyway.

Which, up until then, had been a completely normal night between best friends. But then Lena had done something entirely stupid, completely without thought, she’d leant forward and kissed Kara, right on the lips.

Lips that she hasn’t been about to stop thinking about since.

The kiss was quick, Lena pulling away as soon as she’d realised what she was doing.

She hadn’t given herself time to assess Kara’s reaction, had just left with a quick, “goodnight, Kara.”

She’d texted Kara when she’d gotten home. A simple message, home safe, sleep well xx.

She didn’t mention the kiss.

And now Kara’s going to be here for lunch soon and Lena doesn’t know what to do. She knows they need to talk about it, knows she needs to apologise for overstepping, and wants to do it in person. Part of her wants to cancel, to hide, to hope time will make her best friend forget, but that’s not fair to either of them.

Lena’s heart is pounding in her chest when Kara steps into her office.

She’s ready for awkwardness. Ready for a conversation about how Kara doesn’t feel the same. Ready for something.

But nothing happens, Kara steps into the office, grin on her face as she holds up Big Belly Burger and Lena finds herself relaxing, just a little, under Kara’s bright smile.

Lunch is completely normal. Normal conversation, normal Kara inhaling more food than should be possible, normal sitting too close on Lena’s couch as they chat.

When it’s time for Kara to leave, and neither of them have said anything, Lena knows she has to.

“I kissed you.”

She hadn’t meant to start like that.

Kara freezes. “I know, I…was there.”

Lena swallows. “Shouldn’t we talk about it?”

Kara nods. “We should. Your heart has been racing this all lunch, I wanted to wait until you were more comfortable to bring it up.”

Lena’s cheeks heat. “Oh.”

Kara reaches out, places her hand over Lena’s. “We can talk now if you want, or we can wait, whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“You’re talking about my comfort when I should apologise. I didn’t mean to kiss you like that, without your consent. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

Kara shakes her head. “Was I surprised? Yes. Uncomfortable? Definitely not. I was a little sad when you left immediately, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since you kissed me.”

This is the exact opposite for how Lena thought this conversation might go. She never once thought that Kara might have been okay with the kiss.

“And,” Kara’s thumb soothes over the back of her hand. “If you’re not opposed to it, I’d very much like to kiss you again.”

“You want to kiss me?” Lena asks, heart beating rapidly in her chest, but for a different reason this time.

“More than anything.”

This time when Lena leans in, Kara meets her halfway. She’s expecting warm lips against hers, but it still doesn’t prepare Lena for just how good, how right, it feels to kiss Kara.

Fingers tangle in Lena’s hair and then Kara is tugging her closer and Lena’s mind can focus on nothing but the feel of Kara against her.

(Lena finds out later, after Jess interrupts them to tell Lena she has a meeting, that Kara would never have had the courage to say anything if Lena hadn’t made the first move.

She asks Kara on a date for that very evening.

Happy Smoke and Mirrors day! What does that mean? No one seems to know! We do like mirrors and reflections of one sort or another over here, though, don’t we. So here are some dreamy aesthetic renditions of reflections of real things. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ You’re all beautiful.

@lila-schmetterling​:

@solarflaredfilm​:

@megageorgeous​:

@ar-dz​:

@of-two-lands​:

@aetherxdiscette​

@simplytegwin​:

@iamnotamango​:

@foggyforresst​

@somnolent-aesthetic​:

59. A height difference and 60. Sitting in their lap, from this post

“Have you ever done blowbacks?”

“No…?”

Lena raises an eyebrow from her windowsill perch; one knee bent in front of her creating a perfect peak, the other hanging down, toe barely grazing the threadbare dorm carpet.

A joint hangs loosely between her fingers with well practiced ease (practiced, because Kara’s learned nothing Lena Luthor does is careless). “It’s when someone takes a long hit of a joint and exhales it into someone else’s mouth.”

“I knew that.” She absolutely did not. In fact, the breadth and depth of what Kara doesn’t know has grown exponentially since arriving at college and it has nothing to do with academics. Every day since she arrived on campus, unbelievably only three weeks prior, her roommate has managed to open her eyes to something new.

Kara’s learned ‘Beer before liquor never sicker’, that Three of a Kind beats Two Pair, and that for some reason being called ‘Darling’ has a way of making her knees weak. “Do all Engineering students act like this?” Kara asked once, holding the flashlight while Lena picked the stairwell lock leading to the roof. “Only the fun ones,” was the reply, along with a wry smile that said Trouble was still well on its way.

She is giving Kara the same look now. Lena exhales slowly, smoke curling from her nostrils like a satisfied dragon, billowing over her cheshire grin. Smoking is objectively terrible for you, but god there is something so unbelievably sexy about it. And Lena, in her tight black jeans and combat boots, in her threadbare Metallica tank top and her oversized flannel, is not making it any less so. “Wanna try it?”

An anon asked for "19. Backscratches and 25. Falling asleep in their arms" so I'm combining it with this one :)

Camping is a disaster. Even by Lena’s standards. They forgot the cooler with the food somehow, their scenic hike took them through what turned out to be a field of poison oak, and their tent has a hole in it apparently. The latter wouldn’t be such a bit problem, if it didn’t start pouring.

Five minutes of chaotically breaking down camp and throwing stuff in the bed of the truck, until they can finally slide into the cab. The front bench seat is littered with fast food wrappers from the drive up and Lena sweeps them onto the floor in one cat-like swipe.

Rain falls angry on the tin roof, and cascading down the windows. The world beyond is blurry, and getting worse as windows fog as well.

“I’m so sorry Lena,” Kara says for maybe the millionth time today, and honestly is more annoying than assuaging at this point.

“It’s fine.” It’s not. She’s itchy in places she didn’t even know she had, bordering on hangry, and exhausted to her core.

This was Kara’s idea, one that Lena put off for months until finally succumbing to so now on top of everything, she feels like her misery is disappointing Kara’s vision for the weekend as well.

“Hey, I found this when we were grabbing stuff,” Kara holds out a half eaten granola bar. “If you’re hungry.”

Lena is about to ask ‘found it where’ but is too hungry to care. She breaks the half in half, giving Kara the other quarter.

They crunch silently for a few minutes. It’s like eating barely flavored gravel and the texture scrapes the inside of her mouth- the only place on her body that DOESN’T itch.

“We can play a game,” Kara offers.

“Like what?”

Kara draws a hashtag in the fogged windshield. “Tic Tac Toe?”

“No thanks,” Lena sighs. Yeah, she’s being a bit of a grouch, but it’s just… she was kind of looking forward to the camping experience as well. There was so much build up- excited talk of s'mores by the fire and stargazing, of warm mugs of coffee in their shared tent in the morning. Those had been the selling points in the end, romantic adjacent activities with a woman whom romance could only be adjacent with it seems. “I just want to go to sleep, so we can wake up in the morning. That is, if I can ever stop itching.”

“I can help with that.”

Lena looks up, hopeful. “You have calamine lotion and you’re only telling me now?”

“Well not calamine per-say,” she scratches the back of her neck awkward. “I was thinking I could use my freeze breath on you.”

Nia once sent her a meme of a lady with equations floating around her head, and that’s exactly how Lena feel she looks right now, as her brain tries to compute. Poison Ivy All Over her Skin would need Minus Clothing before adding Freeze Breath in order to equal Relief. Minus clothing. “Um…”

“Sorry, if that’s, I mean…” Kara is blushing now, having just done the math herself at least.

“No, I’m just, worried about being… cold.”

“Oh.” Kara blinks. “Well, I figured we were going to end up spooning anyway. I mean, we’ll be more comfortable laying than sitting up to sleep. I, I mean I can keep you warm.”

It’s deeply, deeply illogical. Taking off her clothes, so Kara can use freeze breath on her skin, and then spoon her for warmth? “Okay.”

“Okay?” Kara is as shocked as Lena is at that one.

“I’m too friggin itchy to care,” Lena turns away as she says it, as she takes off her damp shirt, sweatshirt, afraid Kara will be able to see the lie all over her face. When she turns back, she realizes she won’t have to worry about Kara seeing it, because her friend’s gaze is rigidly fixed on Lena’s well filled sports bra.

“Sorry,” and that blush deepens.

Maybe adjacent isn’t too far off after all.

“So how do we-”

“Maybe scoot closer so-”

They both stop, Lena letting out a nervous laugh. “Okay.” She moves closer, curling one leg up on the seat so she can turn to Kara properly. “Do your worst.”

Lena closes her eyes, still afraid what they may betray. This turns out to be wise, because when that breathe of cool air hits her skin, she lets out a honest to god whimper.

Kara is nothing, if not thorough. Icy breath meanders back and forth, over and around every bared inch of skin. The path it takes is tortuous though, like a cool finger tracing her collar bones, down her sternum, criss-crossing her sides, and along the outsides of her arms. At some point Lena shivers and yup, her nipples are hard now.

Lena coughs, “Maybe that’s enough?”

She opens her eyes and Kara’s face is BEAT RED at this point. “Yeah. Um, better?”

“Yes actually.” Though any heat her irritated skin felt has traveled south pooling in places rather inconvenient.

“Good. Then maybe we should go to sleep. You know, so morning will come faster?”

The word choice, holy shit. Lena presses her legs together a bit harder. “We don’t have to… I mean I would be perfectly fine just sitting…”

“You don’t want to?”

Lena frowns. “I didn’t say that.”

“Well?” Kara opens her arms, scooches down and positions her back to the driver’s side door. “Climb aboard.”

This requires some maneuvering. Lena shifts closer, Kara lays more flat, Lena has to CLIMB OVER and ON TOP of her…

Unsure if this is really advisable, Lena holds a half plank, hands on either side of Kara’s head, knees between Kara’s thighs. “Are you sure you-” her elbow hits the horn, the righteous HONK startling her and she falls, full weight on top of Kara.

“OOF.”

Lena wants to say more, to finish her thought, but Kara’s arms encircle her stroking her bare back. It’s answer enough, but the little “I’m sure,” whispered in Lena’s ear seals it. She gives a little shiver, Kara’s arms only firming up their grip. “I got you.”

“Yes,” Lena breathes, finally letting herself relax, melt into her SuperMattress. “You do.”

mini sam comic that i was pushing really hard to have done during the actual sam week but listen, comics are hard loool  this is part of a bigger au but for this its p much non comes around again and tries to recruit sam but she beats him up.

hope y’all like it, the dialog in this isnt my fav but like, it is what is lol

ao3 link

#11 morning kisses to wake someone up [from the kiss prompt list]

[note: thank you to @kryptamazon for taking the time to beta this for me!]

-- as your heart beats softly, I press my lips to the nape of your neck. your eyes flutter open and I watch as a smile creeps across the face I love the most.

only with you, I look forward to the sunrise I was never a morning person until I met you -sadie olson

--

It’s rare that Lena Luthor is afforded the privilege of waking up first. The salty breeze off the ocean wakes her, washing through the floor to ceiling windows of the overwater bungalow. The billowing curtains are thin, and through the sheer material she can see the expanse of clear blue water that surrounds them- the white sands and tropical greenery a welcome escape from the bustle of city life. It’s tranquil, the gentle roar of the waves rolling to shore, seabirds singing their wake up calls. 

In the past weeks, she’s watched the way Sam Arias’s smile has grown tired- the exhaustion and stress of 16 hour days finally wearing down her defenses. A merger gone awry, a mess of spreadsheets and financials that only her expertise could fix. The project left precious little time for sleep let alone the intimacies they’d developed over the past few months. 

Well, as it had turned out- a break was exactly what they needed. As soon as they settled into their private bungalow, it was easy to see the tension in Sam’s broad shoulders give in to the sun (a few cocktails didn’t exactly hurt, either). She seems at home here, glowing beneath the bright blue sky with her hair in loose waves over her shoulders. When she pulled Lena in for a kiss, she tasted like coconut, rum, ocean and elation. An intoxicating combination that made it impossible to pull away. And with no interruptions in sight, she doesn’t have to.

For a short time, she gets Sam Arias all to herself. No interruptions. Unfiltered, unmasked and completely hers. 

#8 Heated Kiss

[from the kiss prompt list. send me a ship and a number!]

[note: this takes place just at the end of season 3]

–

It’s late.

Or, well, it’s early. 

Like two o’clock in the morning on a weekday kind of early. 

But after leaving Kara’s, Alex couldn’t rid her body of restless energy. It’s an electric current humming beneath her skin, impulses triggering the trembling of her muscles, the heavy thud of her heart. She’d hoped the glass of wine would’ve settled her mind, lulling the overwhelming weight of emotion pulling her deeper into dark places after the day’s events. Instead, it turned the agitation into motivation. 

A too familiar turn down a dim suburban street makes her stomach drop, the quiet and stillness shattered by the low growl of her bike’s engine. As the two story home appears in view, a light glowing behind curtains of Sam’s bedroom, she can’t help but wonder exactly how bad of an idea this is. Hell, she’s not even sure what she’s hoping to accomplish. Sam is moving across the country, and rightfully so. National City holds nothing for her but horror and nightmares. 

Her and Ruby deserve the fresh start, a chance at a somewhat normal life as far as possible from the shambles of Reign’s destruction. 

ao3 link

[note: I got this ask 9 fucking months ago and only today did I finally finish writing it. I’d tossed around a whole bunch of different ideas because fuck I love reigncorp so much. But this is the one I stuck with.

I also wrote a first kiss here, but it’s a different take. ]

I never thought I'd find a love like this There's no need to hide that feeling we get Whenever we touch we can't resist We go back to our first date Our first kiss

Lena Luthor isn’t often kept waiting. But as the minute hand on the lobby’s large clock ticks it’s way past the quarter mark, she begins to grow a bit restless. It isn’t unusual for Samantha Arias to be late- rushing in with an apologetic grin and her arms overflowing with paperwork. A few minutes here or there, but never to the point of worry. However, as the clock drifted further and further from the time they’d scheduled to meet in the lobby, the unease began to creep in and settle in the pit of her stomach.

They’d been scheduled to meet in the lobby at 8 A.M. sharp. And while it was easy to excuse a few minutes, coming up on 20 is a bit much- they’re due to meet with their German clients in a little under an hour. 

Sam might be a bit tardy on occasion, but she was reliable.

This? Well, this is completely unlike her.