Royal Blood AU:

Brie: How do I top lesbians?

Tessa: I’m sure the lesbians could show you

I'm not okay. Took a mental health day to do my part and make some art about it. No matter the opposition, we won't be erased. A world without trans people has never existed, and it never will! 🏳️‍⚧️

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I am going to kill those fucking DDoS assholes if I ever find then. AO3 has been offline due to them for over 24 hours, they don’t deserve to live and there is a special place in hell for them.

Reblof if you’re in love with Katie McGrath.

Trying to prove a point to the world.

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.”

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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.

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“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 one: carol danvers: :T

‘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

yes i am smart. yes i am stupid. it’s called being flexible.

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."

Becky and Naomi are giving us so much good Trimberly material