I know Kara's usually compared to a puppy or a golden retriever but I always think of her as a particularly kind and gregarious big cat (like a v tame lion or tiger) and now I can't let go of the hc that Kryptonians purr
The first time Kara spends the night is a bit of an accident. She's waiting on the couch while Lena fixes them a drink, and Lena returns to find her head draped over the backrest, mouth gaping open and glasses askew, completely conked out.
Between the options of getting her to her apartment with a forklift and waking her up, Lena decides to let it lie. In the case of a midnight emergency, she has a secret backup super suit in the office anyway.
She gently picks the glasses off Kara's face and grabs a pillow from the bedroom. She tucks it beneath Kara's head, and Kara turns her face into it and gives it a good sniff. With dawning horror, Lena realizes she forgot to change the pillowcase.
Trying to wrest a very soft and teareable item from a slumbering Kryptoinian’s grip is a lost cause, and Lena can do nothing but watch, mortified, as Kara makes a face in her sleep and drags the possibly very stinky pillow from underneath her head to hold it in her arms, and lets out a relieved little sigh.
Lena is ready to turn away and nurse her embarrassment in private when she hears a strange noise, a sort of soft, interrupted breathing. Does Kara snore? Oh, Lena is going to use this.
She turns halfway in Kara's direction, closing her eyes and concentrating on the sound. It's quiet and regular with a distinct rise and fall, a low frequency warbling, and it has a strangely soothing quality to it; the more Lena listens, the more she wants to hear, almost like a---
---a purr. Kara, on her couch, clutching Lena's used pillow to her chest, purring.
Lena flees to her office, filled with a sudden inexplicable energy, face flaming with something that feels, unfortunately, like more than embarrassment.
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The second time Kara spends the night is a bit more intentional.
"Never ever ever?" Kara asks in horror.
"Well, unless you count boarding school."
"Obviously I don’t! Mandatory sleep arrangements are not a sleepover, Lena!"
And so Kara shows up Friday evening at Lena's apartment, equipped with snacks, board games, and two sleeping bags.
They camp out on the living room floor after many harrowing but obligatory sleepover activities as per Kara’s direction. Kara snuggles into her sleeping bag until only her head is visible, and barely that in its entirety. She smiles at Lena. Over the hum of the fridge and the occasional traffic outside, Lena can hear her start to purr.
Lena wants to ask, wants to reach, wants to touch, but Kara closes her and is out like a light, rolling onto her side, her back to Lena, even as the purring continues.
Lena wonders what it would be like to feel it, to simply reach out and press her hand to Kara’s back, let those powerful vibrations travel up her arm, sense the corporeal manifestation of Kara’s contentment and comfort and ease.
Fuck. How invasive would that be? Lena’s in her own little sleeping bag, Kara in hers, a clear delineation between them. Kara had rolled onto her side, showing Lena her back. She trusts Lena enough to fall asleep in her presence, to---to purr about it.
Lena turns over, curling her hand to her chest, and allows that addictive, peaceful sound to lull her to sleep.
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The seventh time Kara spends the night, Lena just invites her to bed.
"Come on," she says. "My couch is sick of you. Give the poor thing some space."
Kara doesn’t always seem entirely at ease in her body, but she sprawls all over Lena’s mattress, linking her arms behind her head, filling Lena’s space with her presence as naturally as if this bed has always been hers. Lena watches her from the corner of her eye as she wriggles a little in the sheets, hugging her pillow in one arm, luxuriating in the simple comfort. She’s magnetic.
Lena debates her options before picking her satin pyjama set and climbing in beside her.
Kara immediately flops onto her side, head propped on her arm, grinning. “Fancy seeing you here.”
Lena has left barely an inch between her body and the edge of the bed. She touches it, a reassurance, a promise. “Oh?” she asks. “Come here often, then?”
Kara leans closer. “I wish,” she says, voice low.
Lena stares at her for a fraction too long, laughs awkwardly to compensate, turns away to turn off the light. “Goodnight, you flirt.”
Kara reaches out and squeezes Lena’s hand in the dark. “Goodnight, Lena.”
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They fall asleep on opposite sides of the bed. Lena knows this for certain; she checked. She can remember touching the edge of the bed just before falling asleep. But she wakes up---she wakes up with her arm wound around Kara’s belly, Kara’s butt tucked into her groin, Kara’s body vibrating palpably against her own.
Sleep foggy and enamored, Lena reaches an unthinking hand to press directly over Kara’s purring chest.
“Hey,” a muggy voice greets her. Kara turns over onto her back, shoots her a blurry smile.
“Shit.” Lena tries to snatch away her hand only for Kara to grab her arm, keeping her hand against Kara’s chest. The vibrations intensify. “Sorry,” Lena mutters, eyes fixed on her own hand.
Kara grips tighter. “You like it?” she asks, her voice sleep-rough.
Lena swallows. Nods. Denial would be absurd at this point.
“It’s for you,” Kara rasps.
Lena feels her heart in her throat. Her eyes find Kara’s.
“I like your bed,” Kara says, words plain and eyes intense. “I like you.”
Kara’s purring swells and dips with her breath, loud in Lena’s ears, tangible against her skin. Lena puts her weight on the palm braced on Kara’s chest; Kara strains upward in an impressive show of core strength. They meet somewhere in the middle.
Kara kisses sweet and simple, a little sluggish with sleep, still gripping Lena’s forearm. The purring deepens, a low, insistent hum between them; a reassurance, a confession, a gift. Lena turns her head away, overwhelmed. Takes the hand off too.
“What?” Kara sits up further, hand sliding up to grip Lena’s wrist, thumb against her palm. The purring quiets. “What’s wrong?”
I just feel really loved right now, is a thought Lena could never verbally express in a million years.
“Gosh, Lena, are you crying?” Kara digs her thumb into the heel of Lena’s palm. “I’m that bad, huh?”
“The worst,” Lena agrees. Sniffs.
Kara smiles. “Okay. Let me try again? I’m a very good student.”
Lena wipes a knuckle under her eye. “A real teacher’s cat,” she says.
Kara doesn’t dignify that with a laugh, but she does dignify it with another kiss. Lena slumps forward into her until Kara's back flops back on the bed and her arms come around Lena, physically cocooned within every tactile expression of Kara’s affection.
Lena has no particular physiological mechanism to showcase her appreciation, so she pours it into the kiss instead.
Fanfiction that I might get around to some day
This is the early stages of the war and Cody has just been assigned to General Obi-Wan and his padawan. Its supposed to be an amazing assignment that all the other clone officers were super jealous of but as soon as Cody touched down on the newly launched Negotiator he is faced with some Issues. Mainly having to deal with his super not at all appropriate crush for his General and said General's super not at all jealous brat.
Cody is a grown adult (technically) and physical he's five or six years older than Anakin at this point. He knows he shouldn't be petty. But this brat keeps pushing his buttons. Whenever they're in the same room, Anakin hisses at him. The other day someone messed with the straps on Cody's armor and all his plating fell off during a meeting with the high council. Someone put salt in his blaster's charging port. Cody wants so badly to act childish back and pull an equally shitty prank but then he looks over at his General (who practically breathes maturity, refinement and kindness) and decides that giving that little shit-bird of a padawan a lesson might not be worth it if he makes Obi-Wan upset-or if he looses his job but he doubts that will happen.
This goes on for a whilst Cody suffers in silence. The other commanders are convinced their vod deserves a metal for how much he has to put up with. It looks like this is going to keep going on until after Anakin is knighted and given his own ship to command. But then Cody discovers a solution. It's been a really long battle, he's tired and probably a little delirious so when there's no reason why that when ship's officers are all convened for a meeting, Cody decides to tell his General that he looks really good fighting alongside the vode. It's a quiet remark, meant only for Obi-Wan to hear. Cody's General smiles gently, shooting back another equally flirty remark. And then some low ranking admiral asks Obi-Wan a question and they turn back to their original conversation.
But Anakin must have overheard, how could he not? He's always standing so close to Obi-Wan. When Cody looks over the padawan's face is as white as a sheet and quickly turning a gross looking red. He's about to ask Anakin if he's alright, maybe apologize. But then he gets an awful, awful idea.
And that's what the Negotiator would look like for the next couple of months. Anakin spends his free time playing borderline cruel pranks on his clone commander which prompts Cody to start publicly flirting with Obi-Wan. As the pranks get more aggressive so does the flirting until Cody out right slaps his generals ass in the middle of a battle. All the other clones are convinced they're about to see Anakin die of shock. When Anakin is finally promoted to the rank of jedi knight and given his own battalion everyone's convinced the rivalry will stop. Until one day right before the events of the clone wars tv takes place and Anakin gets his own padawan, he pays a visit to Obi-Wan after a battle. No one can find the General or his Commander anywhere. But at some point during the battle talks, Anakin walks in looking ill, following right behind him is Obi-Wan and Cody. They're both smirking, completely covered in love bites.
For katieisagoddess who asked for Kalex to AgentSuperCorp. Kara and Alex are together, but no one knows except Eliza and J’onn. They go on a date one night, and Lena sees them (she’s not mad that Kara didn’t tell her about being Supergirl) doesn’t quite catch that they’re leaving a date, asks Kara out on a date. Kara and Alex share a look, tell her that they’re actually dating, then offer to have her join them.
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Alex stared down the women across from her.
Why did the stupid alien have to be so damn attractive?
More importantly, why did their resident billionaire philanthropist also have to be so attractive as well? Lena was looking between them as if she were watching a tennis match.
Between the two of them, Alex was glad she had her training to fall back on. She would lament to Kara over the situation later. The billionaire in question was her best friend after all.
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Commander Fox figured he couldn’t become any more scared than he was now, having just watched Quinlan Vos take a grenade for him. He had felt that grip of fear so many times reading reports of his brothers, missing or in critical condition and wondering if he would ever see them again. But watching Quinlan throw himself at an explosive headed directly for Fox was surely some sort of peak, Fox believing he was about to witness the man he had come to love be blown apart in front of him.
Even now, knowing that Quinlan had used the force to redirect most of the shrapnel and part of the blast, Fox was still constricted in the feeling. Quinlan stood shakily, bracketed by Fox and his fellow guard brothers as they worked to keep him alive; though the Jedi still insisted on helping fight, and Fox was certain that if they lived through this then he had finally faced the worst.
But kriff if his brothers were not always determined to prove him wrong.
Fox could only watch in horror as Palpatine, the man who had abused him, ignored him, manipulated everyone and turned his family against him, was now slashing at those same brothers with a manic and pure evil Fox knew all too well. Though it wasn’t until Gree came sailing out of seemingly nowhere that Fox realized what was happening.
You have to be with them.
Suddenly his fear was dissolving in a flare of vicious love. His brothers wouldn’t make it without him. That cut to Wolffe's thigh would leave him too exposed, Ponds seemed just a bit too slow to be safe, and that fury Cody carried had him cutting it close. He knew it like it was all he could be, the feelings threatening to overtake him.
His brothers needed him. And he was done letting Palpatine stop him from being there.
The sudden grip on his arm brought him back to his present like a splash of cool water, and Quinlan's tear streaked face came into view. “Promise me,” he gasped as Fox let him lean into him for a moment. “Promise you’ll come back.”
To me.
Fox felt his anger at Palpatine recede. That final hate was now replaced by the love he had carefully built with the man before him, and it was in this new calm that Fox felt more sure than ever; more safe and determined then any moment before. He was at peace with what needed to be done. Taking the now offered saber, he let his hand rest a moment over Quinlan's and then pressed their foreheads together. Even with the helmet Fox could feel the connection between them, as if he was actually able to sense the Force.
And for once, maybe he could.
“I promise cyare, win or lose, I will find you.”
Quinlan heaved in a breath. “Then go, and beat the ever loving sithspit out of him for me.”
“Oh, happily.”
"are you okay" girl i am on ao3 looking for fanfiction from my comfort ship when i was 12 what do you think
And this is why I could never be the hero
some might think i just have a bad boy/rebellion complex for shipping hermione w mostly slytherins & being an absolute sucker for gray/dark hermione...... but here’s the real reason!!!!!
(saw this on Strictly Dramione facebook group)
I’m a total sucker for fics where Harry is dark and gets sorted into Slytherin, but I’m also really disappointed with how Ron and Hermione are treated in them
So: dark au where the trio is sorted into Slytherin
Hermione, who wants to use knowledge to change the world
Ron, who wants to finally be free of his family’s shadow
Harry, who wants to be great, to be admired, to be free
The teachers adore quick, clever Granger, but Severus worries when he sees the way she eyes the restricted section, how her mind is filled with deadly recipes and the ways to use them
The purebloods learn not to badmouth the halfbloods, not to bully the muggleborns, because Hermione knows forbidden magic, Hermione knows the untraceable poisons and the painful curses-and Hermione knows how to avoid being caught
No one outside of Slytherin pays attention to Ronald Weasley, so quiet compared to his brothers, and that’s a mistake
Ron casts his first dark spell and the power takes his breath away, Ron sinks into the comfort of blood rituals and makes outlawed sacrifices to forgotten gods
Ron wonders how his family could abandon this happiness in favor of a flickering light
Harry, the chosen one, the special one, the abandoned one
Harry looks at the light, looks at the people that did nothing for him, and dives into the dark
Lockhart dies drinking poison, Snape finds the trio huddled around Peter’s body, the aurors that find Umbridge’s remains vomit, and the Wizarding World doesn’t notice
Voldemort rises and does not face an old man and a group of do gooders
Voldemort rises and faces a witch with a brilliant mind and no taste for mercy, a wizard that delights in bloodshed and manipulates people like he moves chess pieces, and the broken, bloody boy that’s won their loyalty
Voldemort falls