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Lena: We need more help. Maybe I should call my friends.
Alex: … Your what?
Lena: My friends.
Kara: Is she saying “friends”?
Andrea: I think she’s being sarcastic.
Kelly: No, no, no, this is delirium, she’s cracked from being awake all night. Hey Lena! All your friends are in this room.
Lena: I have other friends! You asked me to make new friends, I made new friends! It was a task. I complete tasks.
When Supergirl was your comfort place and something you looked forward to. Something that helped you escape life’s problems. A show that showed you it was okay to be yourself and that everything will get better. Now it’s over and you are left with only memories.
(P.S. I know the show ended last year but I was just watching edits and realized no new episode is coming out this week.)
Every girl in supergirl is super gay
Hmmm, was it just me, or was that some intense enemies-to-lovers energy between Imra and Psi?
(Supergirl 3.11)
Sam: So… I’ve seen that you’ve been spending a lot of time with Kara recently.
Lena: No, Sam, it’s not what it looks like, I swear.
Sam: (scoffs) Oh really? So no reason for me to be jealous?
Lena: No! You’re the only one for me!
Sam: Is that so?
Lena: I promise! Kara and I are just dating, okay? She’s my girlfriend.
Sam: So there’s no best-friends-feelings involved?
Lena: You’re still my one and only best friend. She’s just the love of my life; nothing more.
Sam: But I’m still the platonic love of your life?
Lena: Of course bro!
Sam: Bro…
Kara: (realising that both the woman she loves and her best friend are idiots) What the…?
Lena : I promise to always be by your side
Kara : Aw
Lena : Or under you or on top
Kara : Lenaaa
Alex : Dude , I'm right here 🤦🏻♀️
Kara : Well, Lena and I finally did it!
The rest of the Superfriends : *gasps, shocked expressions, etc.*
Kara : That's right... we kissed!
Lena , drunk: i love kara
Lena: she has the most incredible eyes and she's so beautiful
Kara , blushing: that's-
Lena: shhh !! don't tell her !!
Kara , smiling softly: okay
I just wanna say that if Lena shot lex in the head instead of the heart/abdomen, none of this drama would’ve happened
Kara and Querl and his baby
Maya Dox Danvers (Astra Zor-el) Superheroe name: XLC (Brainiac 5 daughter)
parents: Querl Dox (father) and Kara Danvers (Zor-el) (mother)
age: 15 years
hair color: brown (human)
Skin color: Clara like her mother’s
Eyes color: brown
In the comics it reveals that Supergirl and Brainiac 5 had a daughter, which in a mixture of both calls itself XLC also known as Brainiac daughter, I wanted to increase that idea and make it live action, they end up making another season of supergirl I would like to put Kara and Querl's daughter in the series
Guess what guys…
IM BACK‼️
I have had absolutely horrendous writers block and just fell sort of fell out of the supergirl fandom but I’ve started my rewatch and I’m getting back into it again! Expect a new Dreykovs Daughter chapter soon 🫶
Dreykov’s Daughter
Kara Danvers/Zor El x Red room reader
(Part Two)
TW: Child death, emotional abuse, death, manipulation and gaslighting mentions of ripping out fingernails hair and a few other things
It had been no longer than 15 minutes before you pulled yourself back into consciousness.
Surrounding you was a clear glass cell, you noted your weapons had been taken, but you hadn’t been changed out of your clothes. Your hands trailed over your arms, feeling for the cleverly concealed widow bites you had on your wrists. You almost sighed in relief when you felt the familiar grooves of the small weapons under your fingers.
“The hell are you doing?”
An angry looking Alex with her arms crossed over her chest glared at you aggressively, quite the contrast to Kara who stood directly beside her with an obviously forced look of anger on her face. She had patched up the wound you left on her, much to your disappointment. Such a shame, they made her look so pretty, the wonderful little drops of red running down her chest. You’d see more of it soon regardless, and that was enough to hold you over.
“Checking for injuries or injections, if that’s okay with you.”
You bit back sarcastically, rolling your eyes.
“Shut up. Who are you and who sent you?”
The woman demanded harshly.
“Why don’t you come in? I can’t hear you through all this glass.”
You replied with a smirk.
“I’m going to-“
“Agent Danvers.”
You saw the man you had previously identified as Hank Hanshaw enter the room.
“That’s enough. I’ll deal with her.”
You scoffed.
“Respectfully sir, I have ripped out my own teeth, hair and fingernails. There is not much you can do to me.”
A wave of pride washed over you as you watched Kara recoil. You were sure even Alex flinched a bit. She grumbled something and left the room. Hank continued to approach you.
Suddenly you felt something in your head, as if something were probing your mind. You narrowed your eyes.
“What are you doing?”
Almost the first time you’d been caught off guard and it was by a mind reading alien. How lucky.
Your eyes drifted close against their will and your memories flashed before your eyes.
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“But father! She’s my friend, I don’t want to!”
A younger you sobbed with your hands on either side of your best friends head.
“Friends are a weakness. You knew the rules and you broke them, there’s a punishment. Do it.”
Your friend was bloodied and beaten to a pulp, as were you. What made the experience even worse was that the girl wasn’t even struggling anymore. She had just given up, as if begging you to end it.
“Look at her. She never would have made it anyway, you’re helping her.”
Your father coaxed, urging you on. Urging you to do what you were born to do. Urging you to kill.
Snap
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Your eyes shot back open. Hank had a pitiful look in his eyes. Your face felt wet, you pulled a hand up to touch it. You must have been crying. You looked around. Alex had left, but Kara was right where she was before.
“What did you do?”
Your voice sounded so frosty the alien was sure the air was about to freeze.
“Your father? Is that who sent you?”
Hank raised his eyebrow.
“Doesn’t look like a great guy.”
That was the last straw. You activated your widow bites and shocked the man. Kara rushed to hold you back.
“Don’t ever talk about my father that way! I’ll kill you!”
You yelled as Kara grabbed your arms.
“I’ll kill you!”
“Calm down! What is wrong with you?!”
Kara hissed. You whipped your head around to face her. What was wrong with you? What was wrong with you?! You’re just doing your job, you’re just defending your family, isn’t that what she does? Such a hypocrite! It's not fair! She gets praised for the exact things you’re shamed for! She’s killed people too! Innocent civilians, criminals, even some of her closest friends! Kill her. Don’t disappoint him. You know what happens. Kill her. Your brain yelled. This is your life. This is your job. You’re doing the right thing. People like her are sick, people like her are wrong. Remember your home. Remember your lessons. Remember who loves you.
You silence your thoughts and take a breath. Get under control. Using your widow bites was a mistake. You let your emotions get a hold of you. You take another breath then sit down and go back to silence.
Kara hesitantly let go of you then left the room to make sure Hank was okay.
You went over your memory in your head. Since that day you had lost all hesitation when it came to the daily fights you had to go through in the red room. You had moved up to the top of your class and were your fathers most trusted student. He told you everything and you listened and followed orders. In Particular, he would tell you about your sister. He told you about how it was a widow who had defected who caused her so much damage. All you could think when he told you those stories was ‘how dare she’. How come she got to decide who loved and died? What right did that girl have to kill your sister after all your father had done for her. He taught her, fed her, clothed her, taught her, made her strong. He loved her. Just like he loved all of the widows. Just like he loved you.
You never made a friend again after that either. Not when you knew the consequences. Not after seeing the look in her eyes as you killed her. Not after you realized befriending anyone would give you to get to know them. To know what makes them happy, what makes them sad. Not when you would know all of that just to be forced to humanize them just for them to die at your hand or the hands of one of your classmates.
No matter, you would complete your mission and go back. Back to your father, back to your home.
Six Days Left.
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Hope you liked it! It’s a bit short but I ran out of ideas :(
Dreykov’s Daughter
(Part one)
Kara Danvers/Zor El x Red room reader
My first post guys :DD Lemme know if you want me to continue or any requests. I’ve never posted anything I’ve written before so I hope you guys enjoy :) I might post some of a book I’m writing as well
“Kara Zor-El.”
Your father spoke. “A client of ours wants her dead. I’m putting you on the job.” You nodded, you were the best widow of your generation and you knew it. Your father knew it. “She’s a kryptonian, an alien from another planet. Our weapons won’t hurt her, so you’re getting new ones.” He slid two daggers and a loaded gun across the desk you were both seated at.
“Is that all?” You asked curiously. “Do you need more?” Dreykov’s tone was condescending and there was nothing you hated more than disappointing him. When you disappointed him you were punished. Harshly. You quickly grabbed the weapons and shoved them in your belt. “No sir. Where will I be stationed?” You asked, wanting to get him out of this mood. “National City, Los Angeles.”
“I know you won’t disappoint me.”
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Kara was smiling as she returned to the DEO having just busted a renowned jewel thief when she ran into her sister. “Alex! Did you hear about that jewel thief I busted?”
“Yeah, great job Kar.” Alex was hovering over a few papers on the desk. Kara walked over.
“What’s that?” She hummed curiously. “Some sort of organization, not a lot of information.” It must have really been a tough case because Alex was doing that thing she always does when she’s stressed.
“Want me to try to check it out?” The blonde offered, “I have some free time.” Alex signed. “I would if there was anything to check out, but we don’t have one possible location! It’s like this place doesn’t even exist!” The kryptonians sister pinched her nose. “Well what’s it called? Maybe Lena knows something.”
“The red room.”
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You had spent weeks training the guard schedule of the DEO so you knew at exactly 4:02 am you would have a three minute window to get inside the heavily guarded building and into a vent to hide until further notice, which is exactly what you did. Currently you were hiding in said vent above a somewhat spacious quiet room that the alien used to communicate with a hologram of her mother, at least as far as you were aware. You blew a strand of h/c hair out of your face. It had been a few hours and you were starting to get clammy. You were used to having to wait during missions, but that doesn’t mean you liked it. You wished Kara would just come in already, you wished you could just get this mission over with so you could go home. Home? The red room wasn’t home, not really. It was all you knew. The only thing you knew, and you wouldn’t let the man who saved you down. Not now, not ever.
After what felt like hours, the blonde kryptonian entered the room, seemingly outraged at something if her storming around was any sign. Your hands curled around the handle of the knife you were provided, posing it in a way that would make it easy to plunge into her pretty little chest. Despite your elation, your face showed not a hint of emotion, just as you were trained to. You noticed Kara begin to yell at the hologram. How pitiful, you thought, to be so controlled by your own emotions. You silently opened the vent and dropped onto her shoulders, covering her mouth.
“Mmh!” She yelled against your hand and grappled to grab your legs. In response, you press the slightly green glowing dagger against her neck.
“Stay quiet, princess.”
You pushed the blade further into her neck, threatening to draw blood. She lifts her hands in surrender and you hesitantly uncover her mouth.
“Who are you?”
She says quietly and as calmly as she can. Climbing off of her shoulders and standing behind her, you answer.
“The last thing you’ll see.”
Suddenly, the blondes sister burst through the door.
“Kara it’s not-“
She stopped at the scene in front of her. You silently thanked yourself for making a mask. You cut Kara just above her collarbone before bolting through the door. Behind you you could hear Alex run to her sister. It wouldn’t be long before the whole DEO was on your ass, and that wouldn’t be good. Your father always said ‘failure is forgivable, to be captured is not.’ You ran straight into the chest of Hank Hanshaw who grabbed your arms and wrenched them behind your back, kicking you onto your stomach. You bite your lip to hold back a scream. No. You cannot fail. You can not fail. He won’t forgive you, your father won’t forgive you. You don’t dare show your fear. That’s rule number one of the red room. Alex quickly appeared and pressed a gun to your head, you heard the safety click off.
“What the fuck did you do to my sister?” She growled. She roughly grabbed your face and held it up so you would meet her eyes. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” You wheezed in response. She kicked your face. Feeling the blood enter your mouth, you spit it on her collar. That was the last thing you remembered before you were knocked out.
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𝗛𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗲𝘀.
I’ve known pain. But I’ve also known love. And the people here are my family. I may have been born on Krypton, but I choose Earth. And I will protect it until my last breath.
They can take everything from me, but not you. Not you too.