Supercorp High FantasyRiveting High Fantasy That Transforms Supercorp is TROLLABUNDIN by BigMammaLlama5. This is a tale of gods and heroes that begins in the small seaside village of Mikladalur on Earth and comes to a climax on the golden streets of Argo City on Krypton. A SuperCorp tag makes the ending romance a foregone conclusion, but there is little else that’s predictable or commonplace about this story.

Far from much of humanity, the Morrigan (Lena) lives in relative seclusion in a remote village on the Faroe Islands. After living alone for thousands of years, she loves her solitude and her tea – in that order – until she is disturbed by the abrupt arrival of a Fae soldier. One dark night, Kara Zor-El falls mortally wounded and unconscious through a realm-crossing tear in the sky and splashes into the bay.

The Morrigan is compelled to pluck the soldier from the drink and render aid, saving Kara’s life. She hides Kara from humans while she uncovers the mystery of how Kara came to Earth. The two clash brilliantly at first then develop a friendship that of course grows into something more.

This Lena lacks the canon character’s trademark self-doubt and self-destruction while keeping her fortitude, brilliance, bewitching demeanor and otherworldly beauty. As a fallen goddess, she is formidable yet reclusive and non-confrontational. The love she has within her – love she barely recognizes for what it is – shines through the story until she herself comes to terms with it.

The Kara Zor-El of this story is driven by duty much like the Supergirl we know and love but there’s a hard impatient edge to this character that is beautifully crafted. When the monstrous Fae within her is revealed, she is devastating yet still regal and loyal to a fault.

TROLLABUNDIN is also part hero’s quest as the circumstances that marooned Kara on Earth encroach on Lena’s isolated home, and part tale of redemption as Lena’s growing attachment to Kara pushes her to resolve her own past. Combined with the slow burn romance, that makes this story as warm and inviting as a cup of tea beside a lover on a cold winter’s afternoon.


The slow burn romantic development is common to many SuperCorp stories of devastating length, but this one isn’t drawn out for the sake of tormenting the reader. The characterizations are spot on – Kara is as valiant and steadfast as ever, Lena powerful and secretive yet compassionate – as are the descriptions of their discomfort with new proximity, their bickering despite mutual respect, their friendship in spite of their inherent differences.

The author’s imagery is visceral and languid with vivid detail though the prose never becomes purple. Such artistry takes patience – both to demonstrate and to consume. This is a story to be savored, like the tea that features within it so prominently.

The banter between Kara and Lena is masterful and quick. One character is prickly and the other impetuous which makes for a delicious cocktail of conflict. What’s wonderful to read is that neither Lena nor Kara changes who she intrinsically is. Instead each finds the places where they fit together without either person sacrificing identity or purpose.


A story involving gods and warriors is bound to have a bit of violence, and this one is no different. This isn’t a “con” but rather a warning for those who might have concerns about the associated tags. It’s not gratuitous, but squeamish readers may want to tread carefully during the hurt/comfort and battle scenes.

The host of characters in the last third are hard to keep track of if you’re new to the fandom. Though it’s always great to see Alex, Kelly, Sam and Ruby and of course, everyone’s favorite wingman, Jack Spheer, having *all* of them and then a handful of gods after spending much of the story with only two characters makes things interesting.

A general knowledge of various mythologies is also helpful. I had to stop reading to research a couple of folks and it pulled me from the story. Such investigation isn’t required, but keep in mind that things get a little dense near the plot’s climax.


Trollabundin is a captivating read – one that delivers on the promise of its title. It’s a glorious modern folk tale of humanized legends who fall in love and in doing so, create yet another legend for the ages.

Excerpt from Riveting High Fantasy That Transforms Supercorp


They stayed a constant barb in the other’s side save for a few calmer moments when the Kryptonian was having an exceptionally bad day. The Morrigan ended up buying her two more packs of notebooks and another box of pencils after she filled the books end to end with neatly organized geometric writing. It was a very human thing to do, and the Morrigan recognized it as a coping habit to feel in control of something.

Still, she was finding moss everywhere now. On her dishes, on her books. And brambles under her couch, most likely from the nightmares that kept the Regent up in the small hours. Her power was growing with each day, jumping more noticeably on days when she could manage to soak up some weak sunlight. It was throwing off the Morrigan’s rhythm and disrupting the deeply etched currents of her own powers in her home.

Often she’d turn around and there would be a patch of moss, springy and flossy growing on the Kryptonian’s broad shoulders like she was a boulder. She knew Fae were strange, and were often interwoven with nature, but this was ridiculous . But one thing she never did, was touch those obnoxious creations. Not because it was moss, but because it was her moss. It would be highly uncouth to touch it or manipulate it without consent, similar to touching her inappropriately without asking first.

“Miss Zor-El.” The Morrigan stared into her cupboard of mugs and moss.  On every shelf. On every mug. She watched a tiny golden mushroom sprout on the lip of her favorite deep red mug and tried not to scream.

There was a quiet sigh and the woman walked over. “Oh . I’m sorry.”

Her voice was small and [Lena] could hear the embarrassment. A tanned hand with long slender fingers reached over her shoulder and touched the closest shelf. The coals glowed under her skin for a long moment and the small ecosystem retracted back underneath her fingertips with a soft rustling. The Kryptonian sighed shakily and withdrew her hand again, careful to back away quickly to keep from encroaching further into her space. The Morrigan plucked her now clean favorite mug off the shelf and slipped out of the small radius of heat the Fae had brought with her.

“Thank you.” She managed, swallowing down a more scathing retort.

The Morrigan quietly fixed her tea, but the Kryptonian didn’t return to her nest on the couch.

“Miss Lena?”

She was standing in a wake of… less moss. Her hands were barely glowing and the Morrigan realized she was trying to clean up her magick. Her annoyance subsided, just a little, and she forced herself to back down.

“I’m sorry.”

Her earnest apology prickled underneath her skin and the Morrigan almost recoiled against the little needle of guilt between her ribs. She nodded in acceptance of her apology, and to take a moment to form some kind words.

“You’re in a strange world, stuck with a strange woman. I know you aren’t happy, but please. Try to respect my home.”

Kara Zor-El’s face burned red with shame even at her gentle tone, and she nodded. “I will be more conscious.”

“Good.” She paused, feeling a need to reach out in a truce. “Do you want some tea?”

The Regent took another step and removed another large patch of her magick from the pantry door.

“Yes, please.”


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  • Fandom: Supergirl
  • Length: 118,342
  • Author: BigMammaLlama5
  • Rating: Mature

Rating Guide:  G= General, T = Teen and up, M=Mature, E = explicit

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Virginia Black writes women-loving-women romance and speculative fiction while sipping fine whiskey. She favors gritty stories of lustful angst with happy endings, including her novella Big City Blues, a contemporary romance set in Eastern Oregon. Virginia lives in the Pacific Northwest and is always hoping for rain.