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57. Petunia Evans never really hated her sister, she was devastated when the news came of her death. She remembers crying over little Harry, clutching him tight to her chest as she read the letter Dumbledore left for her. It was only when Vernon came down that she pretended she hated Harry, the truth was that she loved him so much, she would leave food for him in the cupboard and taught him how to cook safely while Vernon was away. Harry actually grew up loved, Petunia loved him and Harry knew that he had to keep it a secret, out of fear of what Vernon would do to his favourite Aunt Petunia.

1.03 Fight or Flight / 4.14 Stand and Deliver / 5.14 The Bodyguard

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!”

For Trimberly, prompt list 9, prompt 9, "this isn't my safe space, you are"

Trini sat sideways in the pterodactyl zord seat with Kim stretched out across her in her lap. She wove tight arms around her girlfriend and kissed her forehead softly.

The fight had been terrible. Watching Kim's zord spin down in a fiery blaze when Trini could do nothing but push forward and keep fighting. In the back of her mind, Trini knew Kim would be okay. The zord would protect Kim and keep her safe. But the flames had been huge, red, orange...and pink.

Trini sighed and pressed her face into Kim's neck and held her tighter. She heard Kim's breath hitch and ran her fingers through Kim's hair. "Feeling better yet, Princess?"

"I don't know," Kim murmured. "It's like...I was back there. In our first fight. When we were-" She sucked her lips in.

"The fire," Trini said. She understood. She had the same flashback. The heat, the inability to move, the knowledge of your imminent death... "I've got you, baby, I've got you. You're not there anymore."

"I know," Kim murmured.

"Alpha updated the zords to be more fire-retardent. You were covered in flames, but...you weren't gonna burn."

"I know."

"Yeah, you know, but are you hearing me?" She pressed her lips to Kim's temple. "You're safe. You're safe here. Our zords love us, they protect us...they're our safe space."

Kim curled up more and leaned into Trini's arm. "No," she whispered.

"No?"

"This isn't my safe space, Trin. You are."

"Oh, Kim." Trini held Kim's face in her palm and made Kim look up at her. "You're mine, too. You have been from the moment we met." Kim looked back at Trini with damp, blinking eyes.

"I am?"

"You don't know that by now?" Trini smiled slowly. "I only feel like the real me when I'm with you. When I talk to you. When I text you. We've been Rangers, what, four and a half years now? That's four and a half years of feeling the safest I've ever felt."

"Me too," Kim whispered.

Trini's hand moved and her fingers ran the scope of Kim's jaw and to her chin, which she lifted up and leaned down to kiss her lips. "I love you."

"I love you, too," Kim said, initiating a longer kiss. They broke, mouths still parted, and sighed into one another. "I like being in here with you. It's the most peace I've ever felt."

"We can stay here as long as you need."

"Just keep holding me," Kim said softly. "And keep kissing me."

"My pleasure," Trini said, a smile on her face as she took Kim's lips with her own again.

GUYS! Fanfic authors! Ewan McGregor can sing, Obi-Wan can sing!

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."

Alex Danvers is completely oblivious to any time someone is flirting with her because she just has that much raw dumbass lesbian energy OR Kara Danvers has no idea what the human idea of normalcy and platonic behavior is and Alex grew up with someone who gives all-night hugs and kisses just to be friendly and on multiple occasions sent platonic nudes just because she thought she looked nice and completely messed up Alex's radar.

I mean, both is always an option…

uh i've been reading a bunch of time-travel fix-its and my brain generated another one of my stupid-ass aus:

Darth Vader retrieves Luke except he is busy so it's Cody who ends up caring for Luke on the day to day bases and through this, he manages to circumvent the chip. (nothing new so far)

Lo and behold some force osik happens and baby Luke is transported back in time into the middle of clone wars and into the middle of 212th frontlines.

Now

This is where it gets interesting

*Luke crying "daddy/papa/buir!" upon seeing Cody*

Obi-Wan: You did not tell me you have a secret child, commander. Cody: I can't have a secret child, sir! I'm gay! Obi-Wan: Now, dear commander, you know perfectly well that the universe is a beautifully diverse place. Cody: (holly shit Luke can actually be my child)

Obi-Wan: Luke, dear, are you sure Cody is your father? Luke: Mhm. He has less lines on his face and darker hair... (holly shit Luke is from the future) Luke: ...but he feels the same so I know it is him! (holly shit Cody fathered a force-sensitive child)

Cody: Luke, do you have other parents? Luke: Yes! I have another dad! Vader! Cody: (oh force he is actually my child) Cody: Can you describe him to me? Luke: Uhm, he wears a mask and a cape and a red sword.. And he has a funny accent!

(holly shit somewhere down the line Cody is going to have a kid with a darksider)

Anakin thinking he is using the braincell when he actually is not: funny accent? close with Cody? OMF Obi-Wan is going to fall