Swan Queen Scenes

“Winter,” she said. 

And the grass crunched under her feet.

“Well, you know, ‘Winter’ in air-quotes really; you remember what the real stuff was like,” he said.

And the melting frost became dew on the tips of his shoes.

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I shall post some links

For @ekingston's flash fic challenge here.

Ship: Swan Queen

Prompts: Vignette/Slice of Life + running + Established Relationship + "sand" (implied)

A true Drabble at 100 words

(did i have to spin the fourth wheel over a dozen times to find a word I could use? the world may never know)

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"It doesn't have to be like that, Regina," said Emma. "We can call it whatever we want, or, not call it anything at all."

"The word just feels so… demeaning."

Emma grimaced but nodded acceptance. "Girlfriend…" she said quietly to herself. "What if… what if I only say it to myself?"

Regina growled quietly. Emma grinned; it was cute. She bumped Regina's shoulder as they jogged further up the beach on their morning run.

"My girlfriend is really cute."

"Worse."

"My girlfriend is such a hottie!"

"Emma…"

"I'm so in love with my girlfriend."

For @ekingston's flash fic challenge here.

Ship: Supercat

Prompts: (i'm missing one of the four and can't find where i wrote it down but it's in here somehow...) Canon-compliant + Secret identity + "a fork"

250 words on the nose for "extra credit" XD

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Cat is still not sure that Supergirl believes her, but she has forgiven her.

She's still out there, on the balcony, looking forlorn and alone. She's not sobbing anymore, so that's a start.

Cat folds her glasses and sets them on her desk, stands, pads quietly over to the balcony door, which is still ajar, and leans out into the cool night air.

She sees the young superhero rub her nose and then flop her hands into her lap sullenly, slumping her shoulders and grimacing at the sky helplessly. It's so fami…

Ah.

"Kara, there is still one cupcake left over from this morning. I was thinking of having a little sugar gnosh. I have two plastic forks?"

Supergirl sighed and glanced her way for a moment, before turning her gaze back to the National City skyline. "No thank you," she said.

"Well," said Cat, crossing her arms and leaning on the doorframe, "that's disappointing. I literally had to bat your hand away from them this morning?" She straightened up and made her way toward her evening guest… her assistant, her… hero. "I was certain you'd accept the offer."

Kara… Supergirl… shook her head and smiled, expelling a small puff of mirth. "Now that you mention it, I-" Kara stood suddenly, whirling at her with wide eyes, but then took two short steps back.

"Oh," she said. "Oh… Miss Grant, I-"

"Oh hush, Kara. Enough already."

And then the tears were back.

"No, no. Come on… it's cupcake time."

A/N: I believe the phrase is "A day late and a dollar short" Is this a day or three late? Yeah. Is it a dollar short? Golly I sure hope not. Hope you enjoy it, and I hope to write at least three or four of these 'cause they're great.

Also apparently I'm a Supercorp writer now.

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“Hi. Do you want to meet in the park for coffee this afternoon?”

Lena let Kara’s voice enter the edge of her awareness as she continued her task at one of the workstations in her personal lab. She’d almost ignored the call because she was so focused right now, but for that same reason she knew she would forget to text back, and that wasn’t fair to Kara, so she’d put the call on speaker with a quick “hello”. She was already back to staring at a monitor displaying a magnifying camera-scope and carefully spinning the “x” and “y” knobs to adjust the position of a micro-soldering element.

“Lena?”

“I’m sorry, Kara, I’m just finishing up this housing interface for the um…” she started, her voice trailing off as her left frontal lobe stepped aside for her cerebellum again. 

Kara seemed to realize after a moment that there were no more words coming and giggled.

“Oh, hi, yes, sorry, I’m….” Lena said… and then nothing more for another good beat.

“Earth to Leeenaaaaa… Hey, it’s me, Kara.”

“Dammit,” said Lena, quietly but sharply.

“Ummm…?” said Kara, not quite sure what to make of that reaction.

“No, I… uhhhhrgh,” Lena growled. “I bumped the arm of the soldering rig and now I have to recalibrate my x and y axes…. damn… damn, damn, damn.” Lena took a half step back from the workstation and cupped her chin in one hand over crossed arms, sighing as she shook her head.

“Oooookay,” said Kara, “here’s me telling you, as much as you hate it, that it’s time to step away for a bit. It’s coffee-thirty.”

“No. I’m in a zone,” Lena retorted.

“You’re not. You hit a wall.”

“I did no such thing.”

“Lena you need a break,” Kara said, firmly but gently. “I can hear how much your back hurts from four blocks away, and I can almost see the balled up muscles at the base of your neck from your hunching over that workstation.”