SuperCorp One shots

The Arc and The Con

AN: Hey so this chapter is the same concept as one of my old books. I am slightly rewriting it for AO3 but I decided to convert one of the earlier chapters into a supercorp one shot. If you guys like the idea let me know and I will convert the whole story into supercorp (It already has supercorp in it but it isn't the main ship and they don't come in till later in the story)

(The spacing is a little weird on this because I am copying and pasting the edits I made in AO3 so ignore that)

Comment if you want more of this story! 

Lena's POV

I was pissed. Which wasn't anything crazy in fact it was quite normal. But today of all days I was in a foul mood. My wings were killing me for some reason that I couldn't remember to save my immortal life. 

And I was currently walking with a major hangover. I trip on a lose tile as I walk through the halls of the castle. 

When I was halfway to the throne room my best friend and second in command Sam joins me in the walk. She is wearing her usual blood red muscle tank top and ripped jeans. While I am wearing a similar thing but with long sleeves and gloves, along with a pair of jeans. 

As we continue walking I tie up my shoulder length raven hair a loose braid so I look somewhat put together. 

I miss stepped from a sudden wave of dizziness and winced. Being an immortal demon has A LOT of perks but getting rid of hangovers instantly was not one of them. Unfortunately.

"You really need to lay off the whiskey Lena. You can't show up to these events hungover every time! Your gonna ruin my image" Sam says with a laugh

"Okay, first of all, I drink whiskey because I love it and nothing will stop me from doing that not even you. Secondly, I drink a lot of it the night before to try and get out of having to deal with court events." I said with a humph.

 I hate dealing with people and Sam knows this so she agreed a lonnnnnnnggg time ago to pretend to be me, aka the con demon of death, during court so I don't have to deal with talking to demons. I am fine with humans and angels for some reason, probably because I really don't care what they think of me. But most demons on the other hand just piss me off every time they open their mouths. 

"They all think I am you! I do all the work why do you even care? You literally stand or sit there and do nothing for 2 hours!" Sam says in an annoyed tone.

I roll my eyes and say "Yah but there are so many better things I could be doing with that time! Like pissing off arcs or crescents!" Crescents are what we call the lower ranking angels. They are pesky weaklings but if they catch you by surprise it can be a little aggravating. Though they haven't done that to me for millennium if not longer. 

Now I sneak up on them and pull pranks. You must be thinking why would a high ranking demon want to do that? Because I am bored and I can. " You know how much I love doing that!" As I finish we approached the large double doors to the public throne room. 

"It will be over before you know don't worry!" Sam says in her normal cheery voice. 

At that, I turned toward the door and took a step back to create the illusion that I was the second when really Sam was. 

We opened the door and the very noisy room went silent the instant when we entered. Sam walks up to my throne and took a seat. It was raised slightly with a wall directly behind it so no one could sneak up from behind. Though no one would be stupid enough to try.