I Didn’t Mean To Screenshot Her Right At This Moment, But She’s So Darn Cute Here. Caption: Lana

Tradition

Something had changed.

Lena could sense it, in the kisses and the small touches, in the way Kara would watch her in the mornings as Lena slowly woke. Her girlfriend had grown more pensive, looking at Lena with curious eyes - a touch of stress on her brow.

“Are you alright?” Lena murmured one morning, as Kara brushed a stray lock of hair behind Lena’s ear.

“Yeah,” Kara said, pressing her lips briefly against Lena’s, “Just thinking.”

---

Lena tried to let it go.

There was no real worry inside her. It did bother her, an itch somewhere in her mind, that Kara was holding something back. But this wasn’t like before - there was no fear or loneliness or distrust. She knew she loved Kara; she knew Kara loved her. That was all that mattered.

But she was certainly curious.

Luckily, there was always work to do to distract herself. Running the Foundation, tweaking experiments in the Tower, being a voice in Kara’s ear when the hero went out to fight. Plenty to keep herself busy in the day, before she and Kara went home at night. She could be patient.

It only took a few weeks for Kara to say something, on the couch one evening. “I promised you I would be open with you,” Kara said.

Lena glanced up, reaching her arm across to give Kara’s hand a light squeeze. “I promised that too.”

“What if I’m not supposed to be?”

Lena frowned curiously. “Kara, what’s going on?”

“It’s nothing bad,” Kara emphasized, “I just- I don’t understand Earth romance. We didn’t have that on Krypton. Parts of it are still a little alien to me.”

“Okay,” Lena mulled, trying to understand, “We can- we can talk about it? We can slow down-”

“I don’t want to slow down,” Kara said emphatically.

“What do you mean?”

Kara eyed Lena for a moment, then glanced down to her lap, shifting shyly. “If you want to spend the rest of your life with someone, shouldn’t you talk about it first?” Kara asked, “Shouldn’t they decide that together? How do you make it… a surprise?”

Oh, Lena thought, her heart fluttering lighter as she realized the source of Kara’s concern, she wants to propose.

It brought a smile to Lena. She wants to propose…

Lena leaned forward, brushing her lips to Kara’s, trying to soothe the blonde’s confusion. “We’ve talked about our lives together,” she murmured against Kara’s lips, “What we want to do, how we want to live, what it will be like to grow old. Those are the things that are important to me.”

She could feel the tension in Kara’s body dissipate, as Kara wrapped her arms around Lena, kissing her back. Lena felt herself melt into Kara’s embrace as the ardor grew, leaving thoughts of the future for some other time.

---

“Could I fly you somewhere?” Kara asked one Saturday night.

Lena looked up from the couch, where she had settled in to read a book after dinner that evening. She took in Kara’s expression, watching as the blonde fidgeted shyly. Oh, Lena thought, trying not to smile, “Sure.”

Still in her pajamas - not that she minded - Lena and Kara went out to the balcony. “I’d like to blindfold you first,” Kara said shyly, and Lena nodded. The scrap of cloth went around her eyes, and she felt as Kara’s hands directed her closer, before Kara scooped her up into her arms.

She wondered how far Kara would take her, but she didn’t ask. The cool breeze of the night was a welcome relief from the warm day, and they quickly found themselves descending.

Still blindfolded, Lena felt as Kara gently set her on the ground. Blankets?, Lena thought, now sitting somewhere outside, feeling the warm and fuzzy bedding against the palms of her hands, when did she set this up…

The blindfold lifted from her face.

Lena looked around. She was indeed in a nest of blankets, giving her cozy warmth on that cool night. Her eyes drifted to the Irish pastries and wine near her feet, two glasses sitting neatly next to one another.

She glanced up, gasping softly at what lay ahead - a lake, blanketed in night, with an array of trees and stars behind it. The reservoir, she realized, recognizing their picnic spot as one she and Kara had been to a dozen times before. A place that had grown fond to them, despite their terrifying first night there.

“When I came to Earth,” Kara said nervously, kneeling next to Lena, “Everything was new, and strange. People talked about all sorts of beliefs, different types of magic. There were so many cultural practices, so many languages. It felt like I landed on hundreds of planets at once.”

Lena placed a gentle hand on Kara’s arm.

“I didn’t understand romantic love,” Kara continued, eyes glancing up to meet Lena’s, “But I started to feel it, fragments of that spark, figuring out what it meant. And then I found you, Lena. And I realized something important - that Krypton had hidden more than one type of magic.”

Lena smiled, already feeling the sting of tears in the corner of her eyes, emotion bubbling up in her chest.

“This was the place I realized it,” Kara said, looking out to the reservoir. “I was holding you above this lake, and I realized I could never let go.”

Kara hesitated, turning back towards Lena as a hand drifted to a pocket, and Kara pulled out a small black box to present to her girlfriend. “Lena Luthor,” Kara said, “I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”

“Yes,” Lena said, realizing her voice was thick with unshed tears, leaning forward to plant a kiss on Kara’s lips, “Yes, yes, yes,” she said over and over again, as Kara kissed her back, as the two pulled each other close.

When they finally broke apart, Lena laughed, as Kara struggled enthusiastically to get the ring box open, before finally sliding the ring on Lena’s finger.

Kara leaned forward again, brushing her lips one last time on Lena’s. “I hope I did that right,” she murmured.

“Darling, this was perfect,” Lena whispered back.

No powers supercorp AU where Kara is a war correspondent for CatCo Media and Lena is her photographer. Some background: Lena was adopted by the Luthors as a young teen, not a four year old, and she absolutely hated it, so as soon as she turned 18 she struck out on her own to make her own way without any support from her father's family.

She changes her name to Kieran Walsh and pays her way through college and ends up quickly making her way through the world of photojournalism. She actually wins a Pulitzer before even meeting Kara.

They meet on the edge of a war zone, in a hotel that hosts most of the journalist contingent assigned to the conflict. Kara is disenchanted with the world and is pretty caustic when they meet, begrudgingly agreeing to partner up to meet mutual goals with this photographer she doesn't recognize and therefore assumes is a newbie.

She doesn't even learn Lena's-- Kieran's-- name until they get back to the hotel after, and another journalist greets Kieran by name. Kara quickly puts the pieces together and shoots Kieran a look between anger and awe.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she demands.

Kieran smirks. "So I could see that look you have your face."

Kara slowly smirks back. She likes this woman, and she knows then they've just sparked the start of a beautiful friendship.

They continue to work with each other, soon being partnered on every assignment. They maybe have some casual, no-strings-attached sex occasionally when they need to blow off steam, but they still classify themselves as friends only.

After years of working together, however, they run afoul of a brutal regime and are captured by paramilitary forces. They're questioned (tortured), but they have no information to keep secret. They're simply journalists investigating the conflict to shine a light on the civilian toll.

Their captors eventually accept that they're not spies/saboteurs, but decide to make an example of them anyway with a televised execution. Before they do, however, they plunk Kieran and Kara in front of a live video feed to share their identities, their capture, and their sentence.

Kara stoically delivers the script they've been ordered to follow, but when it comes to Kieran, she gives the camera a deep, intense look.

"My name is Kieran Walsh, a photojournalist for Catco Media." She pauses then, then commits to her decision.

"I am also Lena Luthor, the only daughter of Lionel Luthor. These men have arrested us under false pretense, and we call upon--"

The lead captor cuts the feed and immediately cracks Lena across the face with the butt of his rifle. The blow dazed her with a broken nose, but Lena quickly recovers and shoots the man a bloody grin.

She chuckles.

"You guys are so fucked."

HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMEN’S DAY (MARCH 8, 2020)

LADIES OF THE MCU + CHOOSING TO BE A HERO

Do you think Plo Koon's mask also has a translator inside it which makes his language understandable in basic?

Because being rather reptilian/insectoid in appearance, I assume that their main method of communication is probably screeching and clicks, rumbles and vibrations.

Also because:

Plo: ... and once Wolffe, Sinker and I give the signal, we will... *mask crackles, unintelligible screeching noises*

*Plo stops talking, adjusts his mask and tries again*

Plo: *more screeching*

Shinies: *horrified whimpering*

Plo: *sad eyes at Wolffe*

Wolffe: *rolls eyes* The General is having translation issues. What he said was 'once we give to signal, you are to advance and rendezvous with us at the marked co-ordinates'. Understood?

Plo: *gentle clicking noises*

Wolffe: And... *sighs* he says he's proud of us.

Everyone else: *stunned silence*

Plo: *soft screech*

Wolffe: *glaring at him* Really, General? Do I have... Ugh, fine. And the General says he... loves us... *blushes furiously*

Plo: *delighted clicking noises*

"are you okay" girl i am on ao3 looking for fanfiction from my comfort ship when i was 12 what do you think

The forest around them is silent when the call is given. A sharp whistle of bird song that should be impossible for anyone with human vocal cords and the sudden whine of blaster fire as a dozen figures rise from the shadows and open fire.

None of them acknowledge the flash of red hair, darkened with dirt and muck, that dives past them. Darting through the last few trees before he leaps rolling as he lands metal already crunching beside him as his hand rises and even now after months of fighting Neild can’t compare it to anything. Not the way he moves or the way he fights, everything so very fluid and wrong besides the small figures he fights beside. All still growing into their bodies compared to the quick controlled dance the other always manages. 

A body falls with a blaster bolt perfectly centered on it’s forehead and the figure is already off again. Flashing steps, the shadows themselves seeming to rise around him and Neild is reminded of the old stories of their greatest warriors. Unstoppable hunters, fearless warriors. A blaster on his back in favor for the staff he’s taken too, a bloody dance that defends as many of them as he can while decimating those who threaten the young while Neild can only watch.

Metal creaks, shatters and the doors swing open with out a touch. Nothing but the sweeping pull of a hand and the groan of twisted metal as those of them that aren’t keeping watch dart forward to pull the children from the back of the truck Obi-wan has practically torn to pieces.

Obi-wan himself stands apart, a vibroblade clutched in one hand, staff and blaster hanging across his back and the air around him still and silent. If Neild looked closely he knows what he’d see. Eyes like the void of space, maybe even an extra pair and fangs sharper than anything he’s seen in the wild of his home.

Neild doesn’t look. None of them ever do.

The young know when something is just a little off, but they also know that it means nothing when everything they’ve ever known is wrong to begin with. They’ve heard what the elders had to say about the Jedi, and they know what happened to the first. Even if Obi seemed certain she’d live through it.

Whatever he is, whatever he may become Obi-wan is one of the young now.

+Bonus

Canon Divergence (Starikov!AU)

After the Lex’s attack, Supergirl and Lena found a weakened Red Daughter

She was left behind the building like some kind of trash, useless and uninteresting for brilliant mind.

- Damn, just look at her, - whispered Lena. She couldn’t take her eyes from bleeding face. The doppelganger was obviously in pain and disoriented. Blood was dripping from her forehead and chin. Lena felt a wave a nausea.

- She’s exhausted and now as mortal as any man on Earth, - noticed Supergirl. It was hard for saw yourself in such state. - Let’s take her from both side. There, help me. We need to take her to the DEO.

- No way. L-corp is closer and it’s safe for her. DEO will imprison her without a trial or worse, - argued Lena. - After all, she attacked the White House.

- Exactly. She is dangerous and delusional. Why do you trust her?

- Because I know what it is like to be betrayed by Lex. Hey, - she called out the Russian, who looked like she was ready to lost her conscious. - We’ll help you. It’s gonna to be okay, I promise.

Well, look at this as a prequel for previous art

I thought that was adorable!