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SNEAK PEEK AT MY NEXT FIC.
In which Ava is raised by the OCS. Featuring Mama Bear Shannon, Cool Dad Mary, and Big Sis Lilith!
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The doors to the Cradle creak open as a solemn parade of Sister Warriors file in. Mother Superion stands front and center to greet them, lips drawn thin in a stern grimace as the body of Sister Clare is carried into the room and placed reverently on an exam table. Her cane clacks against the stone floor as she slowly makes her way closer, gently lifting the cloth to reveal the face of their recently deceased Halo Bearer. Carefully, she turns the body, brows pinching in confusion as she observes the circular wound to her back.
"Where is Sister Shannon?" she inquires, searching the faces of those congregated for that of their next in line. She knows something is remiss when none of them will give her a straight answer, avidly avoiding her eye as she stares expectantly.
Her cane cracks against the table. "Do not make me repeat myself a third time! Where is Sister Shannon? Where is our new Halo Bearer?"
Before any of the other Sisters can answer, the door pushes open a second time and a familiar voice calls out, "She's right here, Mother."
Mother Superion turns, watching as Mary enters, slowly followed by Sister Shannon.
"What is that?" she demands, pointing an accusing finger at the large bundle of cloth cradled in Shannon's arms. "What is the meaning of all this?"
Hesitantly, Shannon pulls back a portion of the cloth to reveal a child, her head tucked tightly against the nun's neck. "Mother, I can explain..." she begins, only to wince as she's harshly cut off.
"Explain what, exactly?" she asks, her voice sharp and grating. "Why have you brought a child into our sanctuary? And where is the Halo?"
"That's... what I need to explain," she replies, shifting the girl in her arms as she starts to stir. "A civilian was killed in the crossfire – her mother. One of the possessed we were chasing crashed his vehicle into theirs. Her mother was killed on impact and she herself was severely injured. She would have died–"
"No." Mother Superion's eyes are steely. "No," she says again. "Do not tell me that you did what I think you did!"
Her answer comes in the form of a flash of light, the distinct glow of the Halo radiating through the layers of impromptu blanket as the little girl startles awake. Mary steps forward, laying a comforting hand against her back as Shannon gently rocks her in her arms, shushing her quietly as she begins to cry.
"Mother Superion," Shannon murmurs, "This... this is Ava. The Halo chose her and... she is our new Bearer."
I’ve decided that starting a 50k+ fanfic at 3 in the morning when you have to wake up early is not a rookie mistake but in fact a time honored tradition of ao3 veterans
Ava:
Beatrice:
Camila: hey guys (: maybe you should go into another room together (: alone (: and read this story about a lesbian (:
Warrior Nun fandom, the sisters of the OCS wear something similar to a hakama for their battle gear. It’s not a skirt. I noticed this when Beatrice was fighting the guards at Arq Tech.
Warrior Nun is officially renewed!
Alternative to the “Who is the man and who is the woman in the relationship?” bullshit...
“Who is the emotionally repressed one and who is the human embodiment of a golden retriever?”
‘tomboy’ literally was just parent code for ‘awwww this child is gay, now lets never address it and hope it goes away before it stops being cute’ like if you were a tomboy child im sorry
That glow up! First picture was taken in 2012, second picture today. Guess which one is happier?
Warrior Nun fandom, anyone done a music video on YouTube with Sabaton’s song The Last Stand?
The song would fit beautifully! I, unfortunately, do not know how to make one 😔
Or Church of Christ too
god avatrice really just hits different when you were raised catholic and had to repress all that longing for a girl’s love but now that you’ve accepted your queerness you’re obsessed with subverting catholic imagery and metaphors and using them to articulate your gay yearning
you know that catco employees are already groaning whenever Kara walks into the office with a new hairstyle or a new outfit bc they know they're going have to put up with their boss staring like she's never seen a woman before
Kara Danvers is, objectively speaking, an incredibly worthy object of one’s workplace crush.
Most of CatCo’s employees will readily admit that they’ve all been there: Kara Danvers is lovely and kind, she has the nicest laugh, she’s practically sunshine personified. She remembers people’s birthdays, brings them coffee unasked, and attempts to temper Cat Grant’s wrath whenever it threatens to strike. Even when she gets bumped to junior reporter, she’s still the same charming goofball, only she now rushes in and out of the building chasing stories with a vengeance instead of lattes. Who could ever resist a crush on her?
Most of CatCo’s employees, however, will also hasten to point out that they could at least keep their infatuation to a reasonable level.
When Lena Luthor first walks into the CatCo bullpen, heading towards Kara without sparing a look for anyone else, the bullpen falls so deadly silent for a second, the clicking of her Louboutins is the only sound that can be heard. Then they all go back to acting totally, extremely normal, as if the most notorious new citizen of National City (a billionaire tech genius at that) isn’t flirting up a storm with a cub reporter right before their very eyes. They only snicker about the gala invitation in a very restrained way, with the appropriate amount of concern and jealousy, Luthor sure knows what connections she needs, Danvers better look out and You’d be trying to make that connection too if you were in her position.
Then the visits become a regular occurrence.
Lena Luthor, CEO of a Fortune 500 company and a staple of 30 under 30 lists, shows up every week, and patiently waits around till Kara, who earnestly says golly and has to be reminded that exclusive is spelled without a ‘k’, stumbles across her. She beams at Kara’s rambling, laughs delightedly at her bad puns, calls her darling in a tone of voice that makes eavesdroppers blush, and bites her lip like she knows exactly what it is that she’d like to devour, and it’s certainly not the vegan bar that she’s dragging Kara away to for lunch. (CatCo refuses to publish the paparazzi shots that surface every third day of the week, but other outlets are not so squeamish.) And Kara meets her every step of the way, face lighting up whenever she sees Lena (even on TV, some note), hugging her tightly with every hello and goodbye even longer than necessary. She gushes about Lena’s projects and meets Lena’s own compliments to her writing with bashful smiles and fidgeting hands. Properly and utterly enamored.
The office settles into the new status quo, young love and all, though it seems to be incredibly slow-burning, with the entirety of CatCo (and likely half of L-Corp) getting front-row tickets to its process. Snapper mumbles about professional boundaries. People start a betting pool, and stare at Kara with a bit more hopeless yearning when she storms past them to greet Lena with a wide smile.
But then, there’s something else that changes with their courtship: Kara starts to get dapper.
She’s already looked unreasonably dashing in thin cardigans and pastel button-ups before, drawing dreamy sighs from the interns she’d stroll past. Now, it’s starting to verge on it’s a public menace to look that hot. The shirts get tighter, more crisp, and with it, her biceps and powerful shoulders considerably more accentuated. Well-tailored jackets start to make an appearance in her wardrobe, along with slim ties (their quirky patterns a testament to Kara’s nature), and elegantly knit jumpers come winter. And Kara starts to stand a little taller, too, shoulders squared and chin held high, her steps ever so slightly wider and more confident every time she has to chase after Snapper in one of their daily bouts.
The effect of it in the office is most profound. A rolled-up shirtsleeve and a hint of tensing muscles, and Jen at the art department almost scraps a magazine cover in her stupor. An unbuttoned collar and loosened tie at a late night editorial meeting, and Mackenzie nearly pours her coffee into her lap.
And the very cause of this upheaval is certainly not immune to Kara’s newfound charms, either. There’s already been plenty of physical affection between the pair, as most of the office and a whole wealth of pap photos would attest, but now, it’s bordering on handsiness. Lena takes any opportunity to squeeze Kara’s arm, run a hand over her shoulder, or rest a hand on her forearm as they talk, and the bullpen grows green with jealousy.
When Cat Grant departs for the White House and L-Corp swoops in for the acquisition, the mood turns explosive.
Any illusions about the lovebirds keeping things more strictly professional with the change of management are shattered when Kara strides into the boss’ office with a gift-wrapped planner, all giddy, only to be greeted with their usual hug. Someone lets out a groan.
It only gets expectably worse.
It’s no fault of Lena Luthor’s overall management style – she’s a decent boss, a shockingly good one, even, if one considers the family name and all its implications, and infinitely milder than Miss Grant had been. But there’s only so many times one can witness their chief blushing in the middle of a meeting, or get lost in impure thought staring through the glass walls of the boardroom, out into the bullpen where the office heartthrob is currently stretching, providing an ample view of her entire upper body musculature. There’s only so many times they can watch Lena lean against Kara’s desk and reach down to gently smooth out her shirt’s collar or fiddle with the lapels of her jacket as they talk. At some point, Lena helping Kara tie the bespoke silk tie that she’s recently gifted her after a trip to Italy, batting away her “Lena, you really shouldn’t have” with “Nonsense, darling” and then stopping to fiddle with the damn thing, staring up at Kara with that unmistakably smitten expression becomes just another Tuesday morning at CatCo.
To say that there is a sigh of relief once news of CatCo once again changing hands start to spread is no understatement.
Andrea Rojas seems like a hardass and people start to feel a sense of comfort. She’s a businesswoman through and through, one whose ideas about running the place might be battled, but one who certainly won’t be head over heels for a pair of pretty blue eyes and jacked arms.
Antsiness and relief thus both settle over the first office-wide meeting Ms Rojas calls, preparing to address the entire staff. The first couple of sentences are delivered smoothly, with none of the longing looks cast into the crowd towards a certain blonde that they’ve had to get used to before, and people are starting to feel safe.
Then, getting to the meat of her speech, Andrea Rojas takes a breath and turns towards where the cream of CatCo’s crop is gathered, with Kara Danvers standing at the very front, arms crossed, navy suit hugging her imposing figure tightly, forehead crinkled in annoyed concentration.
Andrea Rojas looks, then looks again, and skids to a halt, lips parting as she takes in the view. Twelve seconds go by, an agonizing eternity, before she’d continue her speech, her gaze returning to Kara again and again.
“If you have any questions about the future of CatCo, I’d be happy to hear them now,” she finishes. “Or in my office, if you’d prefer to sound your concerns in private.”
She looks around, almost haughty before she’d turn her gaze to Kara again, biting her lip as they lock eyes, and someone in the back finally decides to give voice to what they’re all feeling:
"Oh, for fuck’s sake!”
The struggle is real (x)
If Janet from The Good Place can wear dresses and have long hair and use she/her pronouns and not be a girl, so can you!
Lena: Up until I was 25, I thought the only response to “I love you” was “oh crap.”
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)
Enough to go Around
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.
I own nothing. Another prompt fill!
Words: 3626
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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Lazy Mornings
Lazy Mornings
Kalex Week Day 3: Polyamory
Tuesday, 11/19 - Polyamory - Any combination as long as Kara & Alex are in it
Pairing: AgentSuperCorp (or Kara/Alex/Lena)
Words: 1,770
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Kara yawned, stretching out like a cat before turning over to take in the sight of her lovers curled together. She normally woke first, especially on lazy days like this where neither workaholic had anywhere they needed to be. She stretched just enough to be able to brush the bangs from Alex’s face, ghosting down to tuck a few fly away strands of Lena’s hair behind the woman’s ear.
Neither even twitched. She grinned, hovering carefully to get out of the bed. Kara gently tucked the covers tighter around her humans and left them to their slumber.
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Just want to remind everyone of this
no offense, but this looks like a domestic scene where the three of them are in a relationship and have a daughter and Kara and Sam just got home to find their wife after a horrible day at work.
perfuma: i don’t have a seat
scorpia: you can sit on my lap
perfuma, blushing: thanks
sea hawk: i don’t have a seat either
mermista: stand then