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allondonboy · 4 years ago

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Medicine for the Soul (Ch 11)

Chapter 11 - Allegretto non troppo: molto crescendo (Ch 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10)

For all of us who have shitty parents.

Thanks as always to Anna @jjeanmorreau

Feedback always gratefully received

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The start to spring break doesn’t go as they expect.

“Alex.”

There’s something in Eliza’s voice that makes Alex’s chest warm and their throat close up and they take a deep breath.

“Mom.”

They watch each other. Alex’s stance slips into one of defiance when Eliza says nothing more. She reaches for them then thinks better of it and sighs, walking to the couch and settling back against the cushions.

“Come. Sit with me.”

Alex does, slowly, curling one foot beneath them.

“How was the end of the semester?”

“Fine,” Alex says shortly. Eliza’s face drops.

“I’ve done some research,” she says, “into what you told me.”

Alex freezes. They hold their breath as Eliza lets out another long sigh.

“I can’t pretend to understand it, sweetie, but I want to try.”

“You…” Alex struggles to sort through the barrage of emotions thundering through them. “Really?”

“All I want is what’s best for you.”

“Until now, that’s been ignoring ‘this non-binary nonsense’, so what’s changed, Mom?” It’s snide but they can’t help it, can’t help thinking that this is a trap as much as they want to believe Eliza is changing, can’t help hoping that this is where it gets better.

“Alex.” Of all the things they expect to hear, it’s not regret, and they sit up. They’ve never heard either of their parents voice regret. “I was wrong.”

Alex lets out a long, shuddering breath through chattering teeth as their chest tightens again in disbelief.

“You were telling me something important about yourself and I dismissed it because I was scared. I am scared. You’re my – my child, and hearing that you’re choosing a life like this makes me worry as a mother because the world out there isn’t kind to people like that – people like you.”

“I’m not choosing this, Mom.”

They don’t know where to look. They can hear in Eliza’s words the same mother who held them when they were sick, who put their fingerpainted portraits on the fridge, who kissed their bruised knees, who they’ve been longing to see all this time, open and honest and loving and there for them, and now, now, she is.

She’s here.

“Right.” Eliza nods in their peripheral vision. “Yes. Maybe – maybe you could help me? Explain some of this to me?”

Alex swallows. “Okay. Yeah.” A million thoughts fight to be the first one out of their mouth and they force them into now and later. A couple slide into angry, but the loudest one is the overwhelming bruise of hurt.

“I need you to know,” they say, “that you hurt me. I don’t know, I don’t think you meant to, but you did.”

They look at her then, and it’s like they’ve shrunken back to their five-year-old height, nervous about coming clean about what really happened to Jeremiah’s latest bird house.

“I didn’t mean to,” says Eliza. “You have to know that, Alex. I would never try to hurt you.”

Alex nods like they believe it. Eliza sighs.

“I want you to understand – growing up, I was always the oddball. There were even fewer women in my area of work than there are today.”

“I know that.”

“I know you do. To hear you say that you were not a woman -”

Alex shakes their head and holds up a hand. “No, I still – part of me still feels like a woman.”

“Okay.” Eliza nods slowly. “So, to hear you say that you were outside the man-woman binary – yes? – sounded like another obstacle in the way of an incredibly promising career.”

Alex grits their teeth as anger claws its way to the surface. “I need you to stop thinking about grades or work or how any of this is going to affect any of that. This is about me, as a person. This hurts, Mom. Dysphoria hurts. The wrong name, the wrong pronouns, hurts. And you know as well as I do that I want to succeed but right now, I just want to be happy.”

Silence settles between them, thick with charged emotion. Eliza scoots closer to Alex and rests a hand on their knee.

“I wanted you to be better than me. To have all the opportunities that I never had, to take the world by storm and change it like you’ve always tried to do. I realised, when you were last home, that that is down to you and the person you have become, and I am so proud of that person.”

Alex gives a one-armed shrug and Eliza chuckles quietly. “You never could take a compliment. Just like your dad.”

Alex shrugs again. Eliza continues.

“I’m proud of all of you, Alex. Even the parts I don’t understand. It’s something special to see the child you’ve raised become so sure of who they are, especially when society isn’t the most accepting.” Eliza makes sure she has Alex’s eye contact. “I’m sorry I was a part of that.”

Eliza opens her arms and Alex shuffles into them and for the first time in so many years, they don’t shy away from the hug or flinch at the squeeze, and they squeeze back with all of them because now, Eliza wants all of them.

“Just say child.”

“You’re older than a child.”

Alex sighs and looks patiently at Eliza. “I don’t mind it, I promise.”

“Mini-me.”

“Kara - ”

“Oh no, is that offensive?”

“No - ”

“Offspring?”

“No, Kara.”

“Descendant.”

“Child is fine.”

“Progeny.”

Alex and Eliza both stare at Kara as she holds up her hands defensively.

“Just a suggestion!”

“I never should have given you that thesaurus,” mutters Alex and Kara hits them with said thesaurus, held open at child: noun.

“My daughter Kara and my progeny Alex,” says Eliza, and she cracks a smile that startles Alex into a snort. “Nice try, Kara.”

“Just use child,” says Alex. “I would appreciate it.”

Eliza pours another glass of water and takes a long sip.

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“Alex, what’s this I hear about your violin?”

Alex drops their fork. “You – what – who - ”

“A mother has her ways.” Kara’s innocent eyes aren’t hiding anything and Alex kicks her shin under the table. “It’s great that you’re playing again, sweetie.”

“I guess,” says Alex.

“It’s been a long time.” Alex gives Eliza full marks for trying but they can’t deny how good it feels to talk about something other than work, let alone something from another time completely.

Packing to go to college is the first time they’ve properly sorted through their stuff since Kara arrived and they had to make room for her. It unearths a lot of things they’d forgotten about, both deliberately and not, and what had started a simple exercise of deciding what to take with them ends up as a jolting trip down memory lane.

College is the first big step in their life that Jeremiah isn’t there to take with them.

And they hate it.

More than that, they’re scared.

At least at home, the walls carry whispers of him and the memories are so vivid that Alex can almost see him standing at the foot of the stairs, waiting for them. When they butt heads with Eliza, they imagine him stepping in, always the peacekeeper, calming them down and making sure both sides are heard.

Someone had told them they would be too busy at Stanford to miss home. Alex thinks it was supposed to be reassuring, but instead they feel sick.

If they don’t miss home, they aren’t missing Jeremiah.

If they aren’t missing Jeremiah, they’ll forget him.

If they forget him…

They’ll lose him again.

Vasquez’s advice about the third movement plays through their head on the journey back to Stanford.

The conversations with Eliza had unlocked a new kind of energy inside of them. Getting up was a little less hard, breathing a little more easy, and their mind is clearer and more focussed. It leads to revelations in a way they don’t expect, and one of those revelations is that Jeremiah is the key to unlocking the concerto.

He’d never heard them play it in full. They’d talked about it and planned it, down to the meal they’d have before Alex went on stage, but they’d never got it anywhere near performance standard. Learning to play it is the embodiment of moving on from him and acknowledging that they’re making progress and that he’s never going to show up to graduation or concerts or surfing competitions ever again.

Their first practice back is spent annotating the third movement and letting it run through their mind. For all these years, music had been an escape for them, but as they sit there, pencil tapping the page and describing the odd phrase with broad gestures, it hits them that it could – should – be a memorial.

After all, if music could transcend time and space, who’s to say that he wasn’t watching and listening to them right now?

The more they ruminate and the more they practice, the more their mind starts to drift towards Maggie as they play.

Maggie…Maggie is new. Maggie is post-Jeremiah. They think he’d have loved her. They’d have got on, for sure, and frankly, they can imagine the pair of them ganging up on Alex to tease them.

They want to be vulnerable with Maggie, but fuck is it terrifying. Baring their soul when they’ve spent so long barring it up, letting their heart sit behind a wall of armour, keeping emotions boxed up and tucked neatly away in the back of their mind. But Maggie, Maggie is the first person they’ve met who makes them want to talk about all of those feelings down to their favourite memories of Jeremiah and how the gaping hole in their chest from his death is starting to heal, the tiniest bit, with her help and her love.

Maggie hesitates at the threshold as Alex sets up, aware of what it means, that Alex has invited her to hear them play. One on one, it’s already intimate even as Alex does something as mundane as a couple of warm up scales.

They’ve set out a chair for her at the edge of the room. Finding her leaning against the door jamb, they gesture to it with their head and a smile that sets Maggie’s heart at ease. She slowly sits and slumps down comfortably, legs outstretched and crossed at the ankle. Alex darts forward to press a quick kiss to her lips that leaves her blushing and her thumbs fidgeting happily with each other.

“Vasquez isn’t here, obviously,” says Alex as they flatten out their music and settle their bow in their right hand, “and I don’t have the backing track, so you’ll have to use your imagination.”

Maggie nods, trying to reassure Alex and herself at the same time. It seems to work for them, because they close their eyes, take a deep breath, and then the music starts.

“What makes you happy? What makes you really, uncontrollably happy?”

Alex shrugs. “I like science.”

“You need stronger than ‘like’, Alex. What do you love?”

“I…” Alex looks out of the window. The tree is still there, though there are leaves on its branches now, and as they watch, a squirrel scurries down the trunk and disappears. “I love surfing?”

“Okay.” Their teacher nods. “Why do you love surfing?”

“It’s freedom, I guess.” Alex looks down at their bow and pulls off a stray hair. “It’s me, my board, and the water. I’m in control but I’m free.”

“Good! Good!” The teacher is on her feet once more. “Tell me more! What else do you love?”

“Kara,” Alex says after a minute.

“Your sister?”

“Yeah.” Alex adjusts their violin in their grip and scratches their nose, pushing their glasses back up. “Yeah, I love her,” they say, almost to themselves, and the teacher picks up the hint that there’s not really anything else to be said about that.

“Right. Now play, and think of Kara.”

“What were you thinking about?” Maggie’s soft question surprises even her as it breaks the silence. Alex opens their eyes slowly to meet hers.

"What makes you happy? What makes you really uncontrollably happy?"

"You."

It’s slow, and it’s fast. There are hands everywhere and lips blazing trails across skin. It’s fumbling and clumsy as they get caught in their clothes and trip onto the wall, cursing in breathless exhales that turn into giggles.

It’s unlike anything they’ve done before: not in the substance but in the fervour, in how they hold each other as though they were drowning, in the wordless understanding that suddenly connects them.

Alex keeps their eyes locked with Maggie’s as she masters their body with the same finesse with which she plays her guitar. It’s an indescribable feeling of their heart both bursting and being caressed by someone they trust in a way they’ve never trusted anyone before. Calm and peace fights to undo the grip of blissful chaos winding through them and eventually, limbs tangle in the best of ways as they both succumb to dreamless sleep.

#nb!alex #sanvers #sanvers fic #sanvers au #alex danvers #my fic #medicine for the soul #penultimate chapter y'all #short but sweet i hope

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thatkidwiththeunkepthair · 7 years ago

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Sanvers Week Day 5: Domestic

Just a warning - this got a bit off-track. But that’s the way I do things I guess. Again, credit to @syllabicacronyms for the Alien-Alex Idea and all the help!

“So,” Maggie started through her giggling, “let me get this straight.”

She rested her left elbow on Alex’s dinner table, arm up and hand splayed open towards Alex as she laughed. Maggie was smiling so brightly it must have hurt as she fought to control her laughter.

Maggie looked at Alex, watching as the half-alien flushed a deep red and hid half their face in their open palm. The position made Maggie giggle again, half doubling over as she tried to control her laughter. Alex could only groan again, bending over and crossing their arms on the table. They hid their face in the space their arms had made.

“S-So,” Maggie choked out, “you and your sister set the bathroom on fire?”

The groan that answered her question only made Maggie laugh harder.

“Not my best moment,” came the muffled response to Maggie’s question. Alex finally picked their head up with a gentle sigh as they showed their blushing face to their girlfriend.

“It’s a really, really long story.”

“Oh,” Maggie giggled, “I think I have time. I don’t work tomorrow, and I know you don’t have class until noon.”

Alex just groaned again, the blush on their face deepening in color as they realized that, yes, their significant other was actually listening, and actually following what Alex was doing, and when they were doing it. Warmth bloomed in their chest, spreading the feeling of glee throughout their body. No one had done that before.

Maggie watched Alex as the bartender-slash-bioengineering student’s face deepened and took on a very slight violet tinge. She searched their face and, even as Alex prepared themselves to tell their story, Maggie found herself wanting to kiss them.

She touched her lips as Alex sighed, the blush beginning to die away slightly. Maggie watched as the violet color faded, leaving Alex’s face as red as a humans’ would be. The same embarrassed expression remained on their face.

Maggie couldn’t help the warm feeling that bloomed in her chest, spreading like the branches of a tree would. She moved a bit, placing her chin on her palm as she looked up at Alex and their handsome face.

Alex leaned forward in their chair and rested their bare forearms on the table. They were wearing a short-sleeved button-down flannel shirt that showed off the ink on Alex’s arms. The tattoos glowed slightly, something that Maggie was still getting used to herself. But the heavily muscled arms made Maggie want to jump Alex right then and there.

She’d never gone for the very butch, very masculine women. But with Alex, it just seemed right. There was no one she’d rather be with now that she’d seen Alex.

Alex put their hands together and began to play with their fingers, a shy smile appearing on their face.

“Well,” Alex started, “where I was from, Zerox, there’s a rite of passage.”

“When you approach the age of five Earth years, or ten Zeroxian years, there’s this paste that is applied to your skin. It’s normally placed on the left side of your chest, where our heart is.”

Maggie nodded, tipping her head to the side as she listened to the other. She watched as Alex reached up and took the collar of their button-up shirt in their hand.

“Woah!” Maggie cried before she could stop herself. “It’s okay! No need to strip.”

She knew for a fact that Alex Danvers was not shy about their body. Maybe it was because Alex was originally raised in an Alien culture that didn’t have this objection against nudity, like humans did. Maggie knew that there were certain species that had no care for trivial things like nudity or being self-conscious. She’d never heard of the Zeroxian species, but she figured it was one of the races without the barriers of nudity.

Alex laughed, however, and simply unbuttoned the first few buttons and pulled the shirt open. Maggie almost expected to see bare skin, but instead, there was a white wife beater and a binder under the button-down. But now that the button-down was pulled out of the way, Maggie could see the start of one of the tattoos. It was more faded than the others, and Maggie had this strange inkling that just maybe, this was the first markings that Alex would have gotten.

“This spot right here,” Alex said as they pointed to a faded area, “is where I got my first marking. It’s always placed by a parent or the person who was raising you. It didn’t matter if it was your mother, your father, or your parent. Mom started with a tree.”

The marking started around Alex’s armpit and wrapped around to the right side of their chest, though Maggie could only see bits and pieces with the binder and the shirt in the way. She went to reach out across the table to touch the markings, but caught herself just in time.

“You can touch,” Alex reassured her. They reached out and took Maggie’s hand and gave it a squeeze.

Maggie, unable to reach across the table, instead stood and carefully walked over to Alex. The Alien smiled as Maggie came to stand in front of their chair. Alex took their hand and carefully guided it to their chest, to feel the smooth skin where the paste had sunk in and began its job.

Maggie traced the lines as far as she could, feeling small indents and bubbles where some of the ink had reacted badly to Alex’s human genes. For the most part, the skin itself was smooth, unlike some tattoos.

“My mother was the only one I had. Sure, I had my grandparents, but they weren’t happy I was part human. Demanded that I be taken back to Earth to live with my father. But they were overridden,” Alex explained.

“The parent or guardian uses a fine brush and creates a design on their child. It doesn’t matter what it is. It’s said that some parents just close their eyes and do whatever comes to them. That’s what my mother did.”

“So what does yours mean?” Maggie asked as she trailed her hand into the area of Alex’s left shoulder.

Alex just simply shook their head as a shiver ran through them. It was Maggie, they knew. Maggie’s touch felt good, unlike when other people wanted to touch their skin.

“It doesn’t mean anything. It just marks us, and tells us we are adults, that we’re no longer children and able to take on the burden of the world.”

There was silence for a moment as Maggie simply ran her fingers across Alex’s body, tracing the designs over and over.

“When we mature, the paste reacts with our bodies, and designs are laid out on our skin. No one knows why, but it’s something that my people have done for centuries. It’s normally painless, and leaves the skin smooth, like a birthmark would,” Alex explained. They put their hand over Maggie’s as the other went back to the left side of their chest and began to trace again.

“Why is yours bubbled?”

“I’m half human,” Alex deadpanned. “And slightly allergic to the paste they used. I had a high temperature for days before my markings would react again, and grow. It stops growing when you’re fully matured, and leaves these markings. It’s a rite of passage.”

Maggie nodded, still in awe of how beautiful these patterns were. She reached her hand up, Alex’s following, and carefully traced the one that trailed up to nape of Alex’s neck and wrapped around the back, as if it were half of a collar.

“Wait,” Maggie said, frowning as a thought came to her. “What does this have to do with setting the bathroom on fire?”

The blush on Alex’s cheeks reappeared, and Maggie couldn’t help but laugh. She bent down a bit and pressed a gentle kiss to Alex’s lips.

“We can save that story for another time,” Maggie promised, and kissed Alex again. Alex made a soft humming noise as they wrapped their arms around Maggie and pulled them down to sit in their lap.

Yeah, Alex thought as they tipped their head to the right. I like this better anyway.

#Sanvers Week #Sanverweek #Day 5: Domestic #It's a little out there #But more Alien!Alex!#Sanvers #Alex Danvers #Maggie Sawyer #nb!Alex Danvers

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throughalleternity · 2 years ago

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For the writing asks:

👀🤡😈🤗

and 🧠 for Alex?

If that’s too many feel free to pick and choose! Hope you’re having a good day :)

Hey there! It is not too many, and I have in fact rambled quite a lot:

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

So, whether this will actually be posted is anyone's guess since I've been starting and not finishing things, but my focus right now is the genderfluid!Lucy + Director Sanvers sex convo that I never thought I'd post, so that's been fun to start digging into again. The vibes I'm going for are probably like "To love and to be loved"—them figuring out boundaries together, a little fumbling, and a lot of love. And it kicks off with an airborne packer, hence "dick fic" in my tags lol (kudos to @endersbegin for that setup and for nudging me to write!)

🤡 What’s a line, scene, or exchange you’ve written that made you laugh?

I do not consider humor a skill of mine 😅. I think my attempts at humor end up as silliness rather than wit, and I wouldn't say I laughed, but this one was fun in "I love you snow much":

“The view is beautiful.” Alex [said.]

“It is.” [Lucy's eyes dragged] over Alex and Maggie for a moment. “The lake and forests aren’t bad either.”

Maggie snorted... “That’s the best line you could come up with, Lane? Sounds like you’re finally running out.”

Here, it's (a) me enjoying the lightheartedness, and (b) me grinning at myself for kinda lampshading this moment, where I'm like, I'm not witty enough to properly write Lucy like that, so I'm going to write an eyeroll-inducing line and then try to convince you that Lucy's usually better than that.

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

Hmm, I'm pretty nice I think, so not really! Or like, if I'm mean to a character (and I suppose the reader by extension), then it's usually not in a playful way 😅.

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

Common advice, but it bears repeating: write what you want to read. Writing is (or at least can be) super hard! But hopefully it's also enjoyable, and a little bit (or a lot) of some self-indulgence is one of the best ways to make it fun, imo. I think that's especially true when you're first starting out—just building up some experience writing fic does a lot on its own. You can worry about the minutia in later fics or later edits. So I'd say that writing begets writing, and the most important thing is to just put some words down on the page and enjoy the journey.

🧠 Pick a character, and I’ll tell you my favorite headcanon for them—for Alex

A nb!Alex hc snippet, because I couldn't restrain myself:

The first time they see a nonbinary character on TV, it doesn't do much for Alex. And maybe that's weird, they wonder. They couldn't tear their eyes away from the screen while going through the list of shows and movies that Maggie gave them, the ones with women and sidelong glances and touches and kisses.

But whatever, it's fine. Alex figures that the representation just isn't all that important to them anyway. They've started volunteering at the LGBTQ center with Maggie and Lucy when they can, and that by itself—seeing kids grow into themselves, and actually setting up a nonbinary young adult as a mentor for kid who's not quite sure what he is—that's a type of fulfillment that Alex hasn't found anywhere else.

So Alex shrugs and doesn't worry about it. Adding a nonbinary character as a criterion for finding what to watch would make it that much harder when they were already trying to account for their girlfriends' tastes.

It's not until later, cuddling in the middle of the couch next to Lucy, a barely-awake Maggie propped against the arm, that Alex really gets it. Because this time, this character, this story—

The work part of Alex's brain that never completely shuts down wonders if someone has finally managed to hack into human brains, because with each passing moment, mere pixels and sound waves resonate more with something tucked away inside them until feelings come surging up to the surface.

"You okay?"

Alex startles, hurrying to blink away the tears Lucy's spotted. "Yeah." They try to compose themselves, pulling their hand away from Maggie's to wipe at the corners of their eyes. "Yeah, I just..." They make some sort of noise in an attempt to explain, finally letting their head fall against Lucy's shoulder, sighing when she kisses their temple.

"I thought you might like this one," Maggie stirs, finding Alex's hand again and squeezing.

"Yeah," Alex says weakly.

"Yeah?" Maggie sits up off the sofa arm, shedding the vestiges of her half-sleeping state to study Alex. "It's okay if you don't. I didn't mean for it make you cry."

"No." Alex picks her head back up, shaking it back and forth. "No, these are good tears. I, I really loved it."

"I'm glad." Maggie smiles and tucks herself into Alex's side when they hold their arm out.

"You going back to sleep?"

"Probably shouldn't," she says, closing her eyes anyway.

[Okay sorry to abruptly end, but I'm cutting myself off because this is just fluff now 😅]

#director sanvers #nb!alex #nonbinary alex danvers #my writing #ask me #supergirl words #supergirl #thanks for the ask!#my day is going well bc i am about to nap #i hope your day is going well too!#and i did not mean to write this much #i thought the hc would be like two paragraphs max #oh i totally missed the word 'favorite' in that question #it's just a headcanon i hadnt written in a fic #also godspeed if you are writing fic!!#gender stuff #throughalleternity

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sandstonesunspear · 5 years ago

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Fairytale!AU

Director Sanvers

Found a prompt chart for Pride Month and figured I’d try my hand at it. I’m a day behind because life. Parings are random.

Thanks to @nerdsbianhokie for letting me ramble about this, and to @georgiew2304 for reading it over.

AO3

Samuel Lane, King of Smallville, had a headache. He had given his daughter to the dragon that terrorised the many kingdoms of the land to keep it from destroying his kingdom. Unfortunately, his people loved Lucy more than they loved him and so, to prevent a revolt, he had lied to them and told them that the dragon had kidnapped her. It worked to keep the people from seeking his throat, but led them to demand that he send for a hero to rescue her. As king, Sam was not a man who considered himself at the whims of those he ruled over, but he knew that a lack of action on his part could also spark rebellion. Thus, he put out a call for a hero to try and get her back.

That had been a month ago. In that time, dozens of knights had gone to try and rescue Lucy, but none had succeeded.

Which was why he found himself staring down at yet another knight.

“Who is this knight that comes before me to answer my call, Harper?” he asked.

Lord James Harper cleared his throat and looked over the scroll in his hands. His eyes widened at the name. “Alexandra of House Danvers, Princess of--”

“It’s Alex,” the knight interrupted, “and it’s Prince.”

Sam raised an eyebrow while Harper sputtered at the interruption. He leaned forward. “I wasn’t aware that the ruling house of Midvale contained a son.”

If he had, he would have arranged a marriage between Lucy and said son ages ago.

“It doesn’t, I am the eldest of my house, but neither a woman nor a man,” Alex said.

Sam’s eyebrow rose even higher at that. “Then what are you?” he asked.

Alex shrugged. “A prince, a knight, maybe a hero, who can say?”

Were anyone else to give him such a blase response, Sam would have them executed on the spot. But he wanted his daughter back and the dragon dead. Cutting down the self-styled Prince of Midvale would give him neither of those outcomes. If anything, it had the potential to doom Lucy and spark war between Smallville and Midvale.

Out of the corner of his eye, Sam saw Harper reddening with fury at the nonchalant Midvale royal. He raised his hand to stop his advisor from exploding. “Your presence in my court says that you are here to answer my call and rescue my daughter. Is this true?” he asked.

Alex nodded. “Yes.”

He leaned back into his throne. “I’ve had many knights before you come into my halls for the same purpose,” he said. “As you can see, none of them have succeeded. How do you think you will succeed where they have failed?”

A small smirk appeared on Alex’s lips. “Midvale is known for the impossible, Your Majesty, and as its prince, you can expect the impossible from me.”

Sam nodded. “Then expect the impossible I shall, Princess--”

“It’s Prince.”

He continued as if Alex hadn’t interrupted him, “Slay the dragon who kidnapped my daughter and return her to me, and you shall be rewarded.”

Alex gave him a curt, half-bow but said nothing. They turned on their heel and marched out of the hall, leaving silence in their wake.

Gertrude’s growls were the first sign that something bad was coming. Seconds later, an inhuman roar caught Alex’s ears. They looked up in time to see a giant red dragon approaching. They and the hellhound quickly dove into the bushes and watched as the dragon flew past.

Alex glanced over the bush they were crouched behind. To their dismay, their eyes hadn’t been playing tricks on them. Perched atop the tower in the middle of the open field was a dragon, an honest to god dragon. They thought Kara had been kidding when she told them that Smallville had dragons.

Alex shifted ever so slightly to try and get a better view of the area without exposing themself. They felt a branch catch under their heel moments before they settled into position.

It snapped under their foot.

Alex winced.

“Who goes there?” a deep voice thundered.

Alex’s jaw dropped. It talked. Of course the damn dragon talked. They didn’t know why they were so surprised. They had a hellhound for a companion. Granted, she didn’t talk, but still. A talking dragon wasn’t the most ludicrous thing Alex had ever encountered.

“Who dares to enter my domain?” it continued. “What stupid creature dares to face my wrath this time?”

Alex reached down, picked up half of the branch they had stepped on, and threw it out into the open. They let out a shout, “I do!”

A gout of flame reduced the branch to ash.

“I’ll not stand parlor tricks!” the dragon roared. “Show yourself, mortal!”

Alex shared a grimace with Gertrude. They gripped the hilt of their sword and carefully made their way out from behind the bushes. They approached the tower, but signaled for Gertrude to stay a few paces behind them.

“Who are you, mortal? What is your business here?”

Alex drew themself up. “I am Prince Alex of Midvale,” they said, “and I’m here to rescue the princess you’ve kidnapped!”

The dragon laughed. Alex couldn’t stop themself from flinching at the noise. The dragon’s laughter was worse than its roars.

“Kidnapped? Smallville’s king gave her to me willingly, to spare his land from my wrath. I quite enjoy her company, and that of the other princess in my custody.”

Alex blinked. “What do you mean ‘other princess?’” they asked slowly.

The dragon gave Alex a smile that was all teeth. Even from the distance they were at and the sunlight shining above them, the darkness in the smile made both Alex and Gertrude take a step back.

“The king and queen of Blue Springs gifted her to me to remove the shame her proclivities caused,” the dragon said. “Her fear is so delicious. I’ll not relinquish her, nor will I release Smallville’s princess.”

Alex’s grip tightened around the hilt of their sword. “I’m not leaving without them,” they said, “and I’m more than happy to defeat you to make that happen.”

The dragon’s smile grew even darker. This time, Alex stood their ground. “You mortals are such fools,” it crooned. “I cannot be defeated by a man!”

Alex drew their sword. “Good thing I’m not a man, then,” they said.

“My kind learn from their mistakes,” it hissed and reared back. The way its throat lurched was the only warning Alex had before it spat fire at them. “No woman can defeat me either!”

Alex took half a step back and shouted, “Gert!”

Gertrude let out a loud woof and raced towards Alex. Alex held their hand out and remained steady, even with the fire roaring down towards them. They closed their eyes as thick black smoke enveloped them.

The trip lasted all of five seconds. Alex still swayed on their feet, though, when Gertrude dropped out of transport roughly forty feet away from where they had been standing. They recovered just in time to see the ground explode from the force of the fireball. It sent them and Gertrude flying.

Alex rolled to their feet, narrowly avoiding another blast. They grabbed Gertrude. “Up!” they ordered.

The two of them vanished in another puff of black smoke. Alex reappeared in the air right above the dragon, sword pulled back and ready to strike.

“No woman nor man can defeat me!” the dragon thundered. It reared back, ready to throw more fire at the falling prince-turned knight.

“I got news for you!” Alex drove their sword through its head before it could unleash another blast of fire. “I’m no woman either!”

Alex gave their sword one final twist, drawing a choked noise from the dragon, then yanked it out and jumped down onto the roof. They landed and rolled before quickly popping back up on their feet. A rumble caught their attention. They glanced over their shoulder to see the dragon’s corpse pitch over the side of the roof. Seconds later, the whole tower shook when the body impacted the earth.

Alex winced. They let out a sigh and closed their eyes before counting to ten. A woosh told them that Gertrude was back. They sheathed their sword, turned back to the two princesses, and felt their brain screech to a halt. The women in front of them were beautiful. One of them had striking green eyes that seemed to pierce Alex right to their core, while the other’s eyes had a steel and defiance behind them.

Alex startled when they felt a cold, bony nose nudge their hand. They glanced down at Gertrude, who shot a look of exasperation up at them. They swallowed and looked back up at the two princesses.

“Prince Alex of Midvale,” they stammered out.

The princess with striking green eyes looked rather unimpressed. “Princess Lucy of Smallville,” she said. She leaned back and folded her arms across her chest. “I wasn’t aware that the ruling house of Midvale had--”

“A son? It doesn’t,” Alex said.

The princess that Alex hadn’t planned on rescuing, spoke up, “I’d heard that the kingdom of Midvale was rather liberal about things like that.”

There was something odd colouring her tone, like she was both bitter about Midvale’s reputation but also in awe of it. It made Alex’s brow furrow.

“My father used to say that the people of Midvale are as free as the sea,” they said.

“Sounds nice. Blue Springs isn’t like that.” The bitterness came through clear with that statement.

It finally clicked for Alex. “You’re Princess Margarita--”

She cut them off, “It’s Maggie, just Maggie. And I’m no longer a princess, not if my parents have anything to say about it. My placement here should make that pretty obvious.”

“So your parents really did send you here,” Alex said. They glanced at Lucy. “And your father did as well?”

Both women nodded.

“My parents thought it best to remove me from Blue Springs, so that I wouldn’t have a ‘corrupting’ influence on my younger sister,” Maggie said. “So when they heard about the dragon, they figured they’d try to earn its goodwill preemptively and give me to it.”

Alex felt lost all over again. “Corrupting? What do you do, magic?” They knew that not all kingdoms held favourable views regarding those who were magically inclined.

They didn’t miss the way seemed to tense at their question. “I don’t like men,” Maggie said.

Ah.

Alex nodded. They could see why that could be a problem in a place like Blue Springs, especially for someone slated to be the next in line for the throne.

“If we’re announcing preferences like this, then let me just say, I like both men and women,” Lucy said. She aimed a look at Alex. “And you too, you’re pretty cute.”

Alex looked away and coughed, “Thank you, I think.” Their cheeks felt hotter than the first time Gertrude had licked their face.

“Never been called cute before?” Maggie asked.

“I have!” Alex said immediately. “Just, not by beautiful women--”

In the background, Gertrude let out a heavy, exasperated sigh.

“You think we’re beautiful?” Luck asked.

Alex immediately started sputtering, “No! I mean, yes, but--”

They stopped abruptly fell silent when the sound of Maggie’s laughter registered with their ears. It wasn’t unkind; instead, it was warm. She looked happy. From the way Lucy’s lips twitched into a small smile and quickly concealed look of awe on her face, Alex guessed it was the first time Lucy had heard Maggie laugh. It made Alex smile.

Eventually, Maggie’s laughter tapered off, but happiness on her face remained. She grinned at Alex. “I’ve got to agree with Lucy, you’re adorable.”

Alex felt their fading blush come back to their cheeks with a vengeance. They rubbed the back of their head, muttering, “Just don’t go spreading it around, I have a reputation to maintain.”

Maggie winked at them. “Your secret’s safe with us, Alex,” she said. “Can’t have it be known that the Prince of Midvale, Slayer of a dragon, is so easily flustered by two beautiful women.”

Beside Alex, Gertrude let out a noise that was somewhere between a bark and a cough. Alex knew that their partner was laughing at them.

They scowled down at her. “Whose side are you on here?” they grumbled.

She nuzzled their hand in apology.

Alex sighed. “Asshole,” they said. They scraped their nails against her skull nonetheless, drawing a wide canine grin from the hellhound.

Lucy coughed. “Not to ruin whatever atmosphere we have going on, but now what?” she asked.

“What do you mean?” Alex asked.

Lucy shrugged. “I mean, what’s your next plan? The dragon is dead, you saved us, and you’re the only one who knows the truth about why me and Maggie are here,” she said.

Alex looked off into the distance. They had been around long enough, been ‘different’ long enough, to know to read in between the lines. They knew what Lucy was really asking: was Alex’s next step to give Lucy back to her father, and bring Maggie back to a family that had cast her aside, or was there something else in the works?

“I’d say,” they started, “that my plan is for you two to come back with me. To Midvale.”

Maggie and Lucy both blinked.

“You realise you barely even know us, right?” Maggie asked.

“I’d like to get to know the both of you better,” Alex said, “and if you come with me, I can do just that. We all can.”

“My father will never let me leave, not if it means losing his last bargaining chip,” Lucy said.

“Then we give him something that he needs: an alliance,” they said simply. “Both Smallville and Blue Springs need them, and they’re going to need to save face once word reaches your respective capitals that I’ve rescued you.”

Lucy scoffed, “That’ll never work.”

“I think it will.” Alex looked at the both of them. “Word in the taverns is that your father is desperate to secure an alliance between Smallville and another kingdom, but it’s been hard going because your sister eloped with some lowborn knight instead of going through with her betrothal to Prince Lex of Metropolis. And word about you,” they nodded to Maggie, “being missing hasn’t gone out. What kind of rumours do you think your parents will have to deal with when it comes out that their heir was missing and no one knew? They can’t plead ignorant.”

Alex watched realisation dawn on Maggie’s face.

“So instead of asking for a reward outright, your plan is to make them think they’re saving face by agreeing to an alliance with Midvale,” she whispered.

Alex nodded. “Exactly,” they said. “Lucy’s father gets the alliance that he needs, your parents get to think that they’re sending you away, and the both of you get to stop being pawns in someone else’s game.”

“And yet, we’d still be pawns in your game,” Lucy said.

Alex laughed. “My game starts when we enter your father’s hall and ends when the two of you enter Midvale,” they said. “Before that and after that, it’s entirely up to the two of you. When I said I wanted to get to know the two you better, I meant it, but only if you’re up for it.”

Alex waited and held their breath as they waited for a response from Maggie and Lucy. They knew what they had proposed was unorthodox, but they couldn’t find it in themself to care. They knew just how lucky they had it, being the Prince of Midvale. They were practically living their own fairytale just by being able to live as they wished. Maggie and Lucy didn’t have that and Alex wanted to give that to the both of them. They wanted to see that spark of happiness on Maggie’s face again, wanted Lucy’s striking green eyes to see that she was more than just a bargaining chip for her father.

Maggie was the first one to speak. “Okay,” she said.

Alex blinked. “Okay?”

“Okay, I’ll come with you.” Her gaze grew distant, as if she was seeing something far beyond either Lucy and Alex. “I’ve always heard things about Midvale. I want to see if they’re true.”

They are, Alex wanted to say. But they held themself back. Instead they looked to Lucy and raised an eyebrow. “What about you?”

Lucy smirked. Alex unconsciously swallowed at the sight. “I’m in,” she said. “Just promise me one thing before we start all of this?”

“What is it?” Alex asked.

“Promise me that this’ll work.” For a brief moment, Alex saw vulnerability. It made them realise that as much as Lucy wanted the freedom this could bring her, she also wanted her kingdom to prosper.

Alex grinned at her. “Midvale is known for making the impossible, possible,” they said. “This will work.”

Lucy nodded. “All right, then. I’m holding you to that then, Alex.”

Maggie came up to Alex’s side. “We both are,” she said.

Alex nodded. “I certainly hope so, I’d be both a very poor prince and a very poor knight if my word meant nothing.” They held their hand out for Gertrude. “Ready Gert?”

Gertrude let out a loud bark.

They fisted their hand through the thick smoke of her body. “Let’s go home.”

Black smoke rose up to cover all of them. Alex closed their eyes. Then, they were gone.

#director sanvers #alex danvers #maggie sawyer #lucy lane #gertrude danvers #nb!alex #supergirl #my writing

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queercapwriting · 8 years ago

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hey I don't know if you're taking prompts atm, but if you are could you please write some more nb!alex college au, I love them so much and your writings make me so happy!

(A follow-up to this story: https://queercapwriting.tumblr.com/post/160089660369/pleasee-write-nbalex-in-college-like-could-they )

“Wanna get outta here?” Maggie asks, chuckling at Alex’s banter with their roommate, but also wanting the full attention of this adorable enby.

And it terrifies her.

Her desire.

Her question.

Terrifies her because the only people she’s kissed have been girls in high school who took her underneath the bleachers to make out, only to tell their boyfriends later that she took advantage of them.

Terrifies her because of Eliza Wilke.

Terrifies her because of her father.

But she’s away, now.

Away, for the first time.

And Alex Danvers? This kid hanging out of their window, undercut and tank top and sleeveless vest and and flattened chest and baggy shorts all but screaming their queerness? Their braveness?

Maybe Alex Danvers won’t punish her for her desires.

But at her question, Alex almost topples out of their dorm room window.

Maggie catches them by their stomach, and they both pause at the contact. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been so – “

“No, no, it’s… it’s just funny, right? Because usually when someone says ‘you wanna get outta here,’ they mean go home or something, but I am home, so you don’t mean go home, right, you mean go away from my home instead of to it, and it’s just…”

Alex putters like they’ve run out of fuel, and they shrug awkwardly. Adorably.

Maggie’s never wanted to kiss anyone this badly, and she chastizes herself harshly. She barely knows Alex.

Doesn’t know them at all.

But their rambling is awkward, and it’s earnest, and earnesty isn’t something Maggie comes across a lot.

“Just what, Danvers?” she helps them out, a small smile tugging at her lips.

“It’s just funny,” Alex finishes, starting to blush, and Maggie hears Lucy sighing dramatically at Alex’s lack of chill inside the dorm.

Maggie gulps and she lowers her eyes to Alex’s lips and she looks away as soon as she realizes she’s done it.

“Your room isn’t the only home on this campus,” Maggie says, her voice low, her voice hopeful.

Alex nearly falls again, and Maggie grabs them again.

Alex opens and closes their mouth helplessly.

“But for now, wanna take a walk?” Maggie grins, hopping down from the window and retrieving her backpack and motorcycle helmet from the ground.

Alex takes nearly a full thirty seconds to stammer a yes, and somehow their rambling makes them more attractive to Maggie. More unassuming. More… earnest. More honest. More genuine.

“Uh – yes, just – uh, can you come around the front entrance? I’m sorry, I – “

“Yeah, yeah, it’s cool. Meet you in a minute. Um – nice to meet you, Lucy!” Maggie raises her voice at the end.

“Have them home by midnight, Sawyer! It’s not a huge campus, I can easily find out where you live!”

“Yes ma’am!” Maggie offers a mock salute. Even though she knows Lucy can’t see her from inside, she knows Alex can, and Alex laughs.

She decides she wants to make Alex laugh as much as she can.

“See you on the other side,” she offers up to Alex, and they nod as they scramble backwards off their windowsill, nearly falling in.

Maggie chuckles to herself once she listens to make sure Alex is okay. She slings her bag over her shoulder and sets off at a jog toward the main entrance of Alex’s dorm.

It takes Alex more than a minute or two to get there.

It occurs to Maggie that they might not come.

That Maggie asking if they wanted to go somewhere – to get outta here – might have been rude to Lucy. Might have been a turn off to Alex.

Because why would someone that attractive want to go anywhere with Maggie anyway? Why would someone that soft want to have anything to do with Maggie, anyway?

Maybe Alex had only said she could come up and sit on their window to be polite.

They seemed like they were a polite person.

Politeness was good. Nice.

Good and nice didn’t deserve Maggie Sawyer.

How could she have been so stupid? So overconfident? How could she have been so –

“Maggie.”

Her stomach backflips at the slightly breathless sound of Alex’s voice, and she turns.

“You’re a lot taller than me,” is the first thing she says, because she couldn’t really tell when they were sitting on the windowsill together. It’s the first thing she says because the shock of Alex actually standing there in front of her, eager and ready to head out… wherever… is so unbelievable.

Alex grins and straightens, puffing out their chest slightly.

“I uh…”

“You don’t have to actually respond to that, it was a stupid comment.”

“No! It wasn’t stupid, I… um… I’m sorry I made you wait. I’m uh…” They glance around and take a deep breath, but Maggie had used their pronouns without hesitation and without any reluctance, and she still wanted to go out with them – go out? were they going out? did this count as going out? – and it feels so good to still, maybe, be wanted, and they want to talk, to share, so badly… “I’m not used to my uh… to my binder yet, it’s uh… I’m still not used to things like uh… hopping out of windows and stuff.”

Maggie grins and nods, giving Alex another once-over with her eyes. “Well, it’s good self-care: you’re not supposed to be all breathless with them on anyway, right?”

“Gonna be hard to be around you while I wear it then,” Alex blurts out softly without thinking, without considering, and Maggie’s breath hitches, and Alex’s face flushes.

“I’m sorry, that was forward, I just meant – “

“No. No, Danvers, I…” She realizes there are tears in her eyes and she’s not quite sure why. She clears her throat and she forces down a gulp. “Where do you wanna go? On campus, off? There’s this pizza joint a few blocks off the SU that I like. Do you like pizza?”

“Isn’t it kinda the law?” Alex chuckles, and starts walking.

Maggie falls into step, and after a quiet moment, Alex offers their arm out for Maggie to hold onto.

“Oh, a gentlehuman,” Maggie laughs, accepting their arm. She looks up at Alex with soft eyes. “Is there a word you prefer? Something less gendered, more?”

“Context,” Alex shrugs. “Right now?” They glance down at Maggie, at her leather jacket and tight jeans and gorgeous, gorgeous hair. “Gentleman would be just fine. I mean, unless you… you’ve only dated girls before? Not that this is a date, I mean – “

“It’s not?” Something’s dancing in Maggie’s eyes, something a lot like that confidence she’d had in her walk when she’d first gotten off her bike. But this is less affected, less defensive. This? This is happiness. This is hope.

“Is it? I mean, do you want it to be? If – I mean, I know it’s not how dates typically happen – “

“What, you mean sitting with a girl on your windowsill, getting egged on by your roommate, and then taking the girl on a walk to a pizza place off campus? That’s not your typical MO, Danvers?”

Alex laughs, and Maggie grins.

“I don’t have an… I mean, I don’t usually – we just met, I don’t want you to think I’m trying to…”

“To what?”

Alex shrugs, stiffening as a group of frat boys laughs their way past them. They glance down at Maggie, whose face is suddenly steel, and Alex decides they like her even more than they already did. They put their arm over her shoulder and pull her closer to their body protectively.

The boys pass, and Alex shifts their arm, unsure of what to do.

“Is that okay?”

Maggie nods with a tight throat and a throbbing heart. Alex keeps their arm around her shoulder.

“You said you’re new here. New to cities. I told you I’d look out for you. I don’t want you to… to think I want anything in return.”

“Except maybe a date,” Maggie deadpans, but she’s smiling and her dimples ease Alex’s worry.

They lapse into a surprisingly comfortable silence, taking in the campus, taking in the football game on one side of the quad, the class being held outside on the other.

“Why would you want to?” Maggie asks after a while.

“Want to what?”

“Look out for me.”

Alex shrugs again. “You don’t seem like you need it. Looking out for. But everyone should have someone. It’s lonely otherwise.”

“Yes,” Maggie says after a long moment, and her tone tells Alex she’s not responding to their comment about loneliness.

“Yes what?” they ask, furrowed brow and nervous heart.

“Yes, this is a date, Danvers,” Maggie grins, and Alex can practically hear Lucy whooping from all the way across campus, can practically hear Kara’s excited squeals when they call her later tonight.

And all these things?

Make them feel like they’re flying.

#sanvers #sanvers minific #sanvers college au #nb!alex #nb!alex danvers #sanvers first date

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dkgwrites · 6 years ago

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Chapters: 3/6 Fandom: Supergirl (TV 2015) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Samantha "Sam" Arias/Alex Danvers Characters: Alex Danvers, Samantha "Sam" Arias, Lena Luthor, Lucas "Snapper" Carr, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Ruby Arias, Kara Zor-El Additional Tags: SuperCorp, AgentReign, supergirl - Freeform, Kara isn't Supergirl but she is Kryptonian, NB Alex Danvers, junk food fanfic Summary:

Lena posting pictures on Instagram tagged to the FBI agent who is watching her piques the interest of the actual FBI. Things quickly go from business to pleasure as things heat up.

This fic is a vaguely an ‘ode to Tumblr’ (minus the poetry). I saw people posting, “For the FBI agent who’s reading this...” one too many times, and a fanfic occurred.

#Supergirl #Lena Luthor #Kara Danvers #Alex Danvers #Sam Arias #SuperCorp #AgentReign #not actually Reign so would it be Darias?#NB Alex Danvers #don't expect plot #this is verbal junkfood

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foleypdx · 3 years ago

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I'll be honest. Sometimes I forget I made this. Just read it for the first time in years and it really hit me. Hard.

(A butch Kara comic for Pride month - trigger warning for slurs.)

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#kara danvers #butch kara #butch!kara #supergirl #supercorp #supercorp comics #foleypdxart #foleypdx #kara as a kiddo #we all deserve a hero #supercorp au #alex danvers #danvers sisters #butch kara danvers #nb!kara

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sapphicscholar · 7 years ago

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I know you've kind of done this already in Tabula Rasa, but could you maybe write a fic where some of the Superfriends end up in a parallel Earth where all of the Superfriends (or at least most, I'd love to see another version of evil Alex for sure. Maybe a version of her who became evil even without working for a xenophobic DEO? IDK) are evil? (This prompt may or may not be inspired by my annoyance at the plot of the crossover...)

I just posted it to AO3!

A/N:Ugh yes, we can all be annoyed at the crossover… Since I already did an actual evil alternate universe in Tabula Rasa, I went full on campy evil for this one (think Lucy Diamond in DEBS) that’s largely inspired by my earlier musings here. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy and sorry it took me a while to get to it! I’m finally going through some old prompt requests now that I’ve got a bit of time in these quiet few days at work.

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“Not again,” Alex hissed as the monitors flickered to black before flashing back up now covered in full color, high resolution photos of her from high school: black choker around her neck, black vest on, striped tie looped around the waist of her low-rise jeans, and some heavy black eyeliner to top off the whole punk rock aesthetic.

“You’ve got company headed up in 5,” James informed her, ignoring the litany of increasingly obscene threats crackling through his earpiece.

“Then get your little boyfriend on the phone and tell him to knock it the fuck off,” Alex growled, waiting for the inevitable refutation of their relationship, the insistence that they “don’t do labels.”

Even as he protested, James dialed Winn.

“Hello?” Winn answered, the poorly disguised snicker proof enough that he was behind the hack.

“C’mon man, we let Lucy have her heist last night without issue. Let Alex back into the system.”

“You’re getting off too easily,” Winn huffed.

“And I can guarantee you won’t get off at all tonight if you don’t call this off,” James threatened.

“You’re the worst.”

“Nah, I don’t think so.”

“You know how much shit I’m gonna get from Vasquez if I give in this quickly?”

“What if we promise not to ruin their date night with Lucy this week?”

Winn paused, deliberating for a few minutes. “That I can work with.”

“Thanks, man.”

“See you tonight?”

“My place or yours?”

“James!” Alex growled, her voice startling him.

“Mine,” he quickly answered Winn, hanging up to refocus his attention on Alex. “You should be back in any second now.”

“Not dating my ass.” Alex continued trying to circumvent the active hack until suddenly it disappeared, the screens flashing back to the museum security feed she’d been trying to overwrite when Winn and Vasquez decided to play their little prank. “I’m back.”

“Good. You’ve got about two minutes.”

“Only need one.”

“That’s my girl,” Maggie chimed in, her voice barely audible over the sound of her motorcycle roaring to life.

“Always.”

“Now who’s being gross?” James teased, following Maggie’s location through her motorcycle’s GPS tracker.

“Still you,” came Alex and Maggie’s voices in unison.

“And we’re…clear!” Alex cheered, slinging the long cardboard tube over her back, wiping the keyboard even though she was wearing gloves, and bolting for the back exit where the security cameras were still under repair.

“Three, two, one,” James counted down, watching as Alex and Maggie’s blinking red GPS lights got closer and closer together.

“Hey babe,” Alex rasped, throwing on the spare helmet and straddling the back of Maggie’s bike. “Take me home. You know how I get after a good heist.”

“You still have to come here first!” James yelled, hoping he wouldn’t have to go over in the middle of the night to interrupt them…again.

“I’m thinking diamonds,” Lucy mused, her teeth nipping at Vasquez’s earlobes and her hips grinding down into their lap.

“Mm, yeah?” Vasquez asked, not trying particularly hard to pay much attention to their girlfriend’s words. At this stage, they were always just ideas, liable to change with a moment’s notice—often to thwart Alex’s latest ploy. They were just grateful that the rivalry had turned (mainly) friendly over the years. Back before Alex started dating Maggie, the two had been at each other’s throats, more often focused on ruining the other’s heists than on actually accomplishing anything themselves. But now that Alex had a “mission statement,” which Lucy loved to scoff at, even though she liked to boast about how she operated within her own code of honor, they’d come to an uneasy truce that involved more playful attempts at sabotage that rarely turned violent these days.

“Can you two not do that in the van?” Winn whined. “This is my space—my sacred space.”

“You said that about your lab too,” Vasquez pointed out.

“Yeah, Schott, you only get one. Pick wisely.”

“Just don’t—keep your clothes on, alright?”

“No promises.”

“Why do I tolerate you two?”

“Because otherwise you’d be sitting in a lab full of perfect inventions without the daring to go use them yourself?” Vasquez offered.

“You’d have this van all rigged for surveillance with no one to watch for?” Lucy chimed in.

“You’d know how to make targeted explosions and decoys and holograms but never see them put to their best uses?”

“You’d—”

“Okay! Okay, I get it. You two are the muscle.”

“And the looks.”

“And the courage.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

“No,” Vasquez said, shaking their head. “C’mon, who would actually know enough about computers to hack me if you left?”

“I guess,” Winn sighed melodramatically. “So you said diamonds…want me to start looking up possible targets?”

“I know just the one.”

“That so?”

Lucy nodded. “Oh yeah. She has more money than anyone in National City—just enough for some forcible sharing, I think.”

“Love the way you think,” Vasquez said, placing a kiss on Lucy’s cheek.

“Wait. You’re gonna try to rob Cat and Astra?” Winn asked, his mouth gaping.

“What? No, I don’t have a death wish,” Lucy laughed. “Besides, they’re already fighting the good fight.”

“Ah yes, that Lucy Lane patented code of honor.”

Holding two fingers up, Vasquez repeated in a military-esque monotone: “Criminals with honor do not harm or steal from other criminals with honor.”

“Damn straight.”

“And so how do you justify messing with Alex?” Winn asked.

“That sense of honor is still new. And these days I don’t harm her—just inconvenience her.”

“Fine,” Winn gave in. “But who’s richer than Cat and Astra?”

“Lena Luthor.”

—

The next morning, Alex carefully brushed away a speck of almost imperceptible dust from the broad shoulders of James’ suit jacket, watching in the mirror as he straightened his jacket and tightened the knot of his tie just a hair. Maggie handed him his phone and gun once Alex got his cufflinks fastened.

With a charming (and perfectly disarming) smile and wink, James slung the tube over his shoulder. “Wish me luck.”

“You don’t need luck when you look like that,” Maggie teased, swatting at James as he walked toward the front door, putting an extra swing in his step and letting out a deep laugh at the teasing wolf whistles and catcalls Alex and Maggie sent his way.

“We’ll be in the area if you need us, alright?” Alex added, her expression morphing into a more serious one.

“I know you’ve got my back, Alex.”

“Always.”

Within half an hour, James’ town car pulled up in front of the buyer’s restored nineteenth-century brownstone where he’d agreed to meet them—the hominess of it all somehow helping their genteel clientele to assuage their guilt over purchasing stolen artwork.

“Mr. Kent?” a middle-aged woman answered the door.

“At your service,” James replied with a small dip of his head and an easy smile that had her cheeks flushing a faint pink. “Can I ask your name?”

“Oh, I’m not the one you want to see.”

“On the contrary. You’re the very first one I’ve seen, which must make you someone worth knowing.” James smiled as any sense of wariness dissipated, the woman clearly charmed by him.

“I’m Katarina. I work for Morgan Edge.”

“Well it is my deepest pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“Yes, I, uh, yes,” she stammered, mumbling her way through a few pleasantries before finally guiding him out of the entrance room. “Come right this way.” He followed her through a long hallway until they reached the home office in the back.

“Mr. Edge, it’s so nice to meet in person,” James greeted the man.

“I see you brought my newest acquisition.”

Right to business apparently, James thought. “I did. I assume you’ll want to see it first.”

As he pulled the tube over his shoulders, Katarina returned, a small mug clutched in her hands. “I brought your espresso.”

“Thank you,” James said, his deep voice rumbling over the disgruntled huff of Morgan’s complaints about her always interrupting his meetings. He paused for a moment to sip at it. “Always better to enjoy while it’s hot,” he added by way of explanation. “And it is excellent, Katarina.”

“Well, if you ever find yourself in need of a fix…”

“You’ll be the first person I call.” Sensing Morgan’s growing frustration, he turned back to the tube, slipping on a pair of gloves to pull out the painting.

Morgan leaned in closely, magnifying glass in hand as he inspected a few areas—always the same ones, James thought to himself, almost disappointed by the predictability of it all. After several long minutes, Morgan nodded. “It will be the perfect piece for my study.”

“And now it’s my turn to inspect.” James carefully rolled the painting up once more and stuck it back in the tube.

“Of course.” Morgan handed over a briefcase full to the rim with stacks of bills before turning back to his desk. With the painting strapped to his back for safekeeping, James checked the totals, then ran the special detecting pen Alex had invented to find fake money by scanning the chemical makeup of the ink and paper over the edges of the bills.

When Morgan turned again, already demanding to know what the holdup was, he found a gun pointed between his eyes. “And what do you think you’re doing?” he growled. “In my own home? I’ll have the police here before you can even think of pulling that trigger.”

“Oh, I don’t think you will. At least not when you’re buying stolen art and trying to pay me with counterfeit bills.”

“They’re perfectly real,” Morgan scoffed, pulling out one of top stacks.

“No, no.” Shaking his head, James pulled out the stacks beneath it. “The rest of it.”

Looking slightly inconvenienced but not at all abashed about having been caught, Morgan unlocked his safe and pulled out another briefcase, which James inspected thoroughly. Finally convinced that they were real, James added the top layer of real bills from the other briefcase to the new one—“for the trouble you put me through”—and handed off the painting, slowly backing out of the room, gun still pointed at the man until he was out of sight.

—

“Deal’s done,” came James’ voice through the intercom once he was safe in the town car again. “You need backup?”

“Nah, this part is the easiest,” Maggie answered, grinning over at Alex, who was leaning heavily against the wall of the warehouse, barely stifling her tired yawns. “Looks like I wore you out last night, babe.”

“More like Lucy did,” Alex huffed. “I’m so sick of having to deal with the added stress of her shit.”

“Oh please, you two keep each other sharp.”

Before their bickering could escalate—or turn into the heated makeup sex they favored—they heard the door creak open, and Alex smiled as Maggie greeted the first man through the door in perfect Spanish. They never used names, but she still felt close to him, a level of loyalty she afforded to very few of her other clients.

“I believe we have something that belongs to you,” she said, switching back to English when the rest of the group joined them.

“Already?”

“We’re nothing if not efficient,” Alex chimed in.

“Why?” one of the women in the group asked. She was new, Maggie noted, and rightfully suspicious of a gift that seemed to come with no strings attached.

“I don’t take kindly to my country profiting off of stolen artwork. I’m simply…expediting the process of repatriation.”

The woman scoffed. “And your country is okay with this?”

“Was yours when we stole the art in the first place?”

“And there are no strings attached?”

“Ah, well, I do like a nice bottle of wine—I’m partial to reds, and my partner here likes a dry wine.”

“Anything for you,” the man from before added, tipping his head to Maggie before taking the tube from her. “As always, thank you.”

“Anytime.”

—

“Have I mentioned lately how much I love having shapeshifters for friends?” Kara asked, throwing an arm around J’onn’s shoulders and reaching a hand out to M’gann. “Because I really, really do.”

“Whatever we can do to help Lena’s shelter—just say the word,” J’onn said.

“As long as you never say a word, then we’ll be just fine.”

“I still don’t see why the girl won’t let her good deeds be known,” M’gann mused, letting go of Kara’s hand to settle back in behind the bar.

“It’s harder to blackmail rich bad guys when you’re not invited around anymore because the Luthor last name has lost all meaning.”

“You’re the one that collects half the dirt with your powers, though.”

“But I wouldn’t know where to go digging if it weren’t for Lena’s first steps. Plus, you know how she enjoys siphoning off Luthor Corp funds. It’d be less fun if she had to spend her own money.”

“You know we’re mindreaders, right?” J’onn asked, arching an eyebrow at Kara.

“You can’t read mine,” Kara countered.

“No,” M’gann admitted, “but we know that your little girlfriend donates half of her personal income to charities every year.”

Kara groaned. “Don’t tell her you know, okay? She doesn’t want people knowing about it—once people know, it ruins it for her.”

“Whatever you say…”

“It’s not like you want people to know you’ve been volunteering to keep her refugee center running either.”

“No one would willingly enter a center run in part by a White Martian, especially one who shapeshifts to steal and infiltrate the local police units.”

“And you think that they’d send their kids off to play with a Luthor?”

“Point taken.”

“Anyway, are you two coming over for dinner tonight?”

“Not tonight, sorry,” J’onn apologized. “We’re a little short-staffed at the bar, and you know how Friday nights can get.”

“But next time, we promise,” M’gann added, reaching over to give Kara a hug before she left.

—

“We should really get going,” Astra sighed, even as she lifted her arms to allow her shirt to be removed. “Wouldn’t want to be late.” Her breath hitched at the feeling of teeth nipping at her neck and nimble fingers deftly undoing the button and zipper of her black pants.

“She’s not my niece,” Cat shrugged. “Besides, I’ve always preferred to be fashionably late.”

“And yet if I’m just a minute late for dinner…”

“I. Do. Not. Wait.” Cat declared, punctuating her words with harder bites, wishing she could leave some kind of mark on that flawless skin.

“I always make it worth your while, though,” Astra drawled, easily flipping them so that Cat was on her back, her breathing ragged and her chest flushed a faint pink.

“Last night you didn’t.”

“Last night I had the chance to sabotage the newest oil pipeline, darling. I don’t complain when your work comes first.” Astra’s fingers trailed up Cat’s thighs, gently pushing up the hem of her dress.

“I know, I know. It’s just a shame—you know my fingers, talented as they might be, just don’t compare to your tongue.”

“Well, why don’t we get dressed for dinner with Kara, and when we get back, I’ll make it up to you threefold.”

“I suppose I could be amenable to those terms if you let us take the car to dinner tonight.”

“But flying is so environmentally friendly.”

“It’s windy.”

“I’ll shield you.”

“We drive a hybrid.”

“Fine,” Astra finally relented.

—

Looking around the table, Kara couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her friends and family all gathered together, laughing as Maggie regaled them with tales of Alex’s latest misadventures with Lucy, Vasquez, and Winn. As much as Alex complained about the lot of them, she knew better than to believe that she truly hated them. After all, it had been Lucy and Alex who’d willingly put aside their differences to bring down Non when Astra’s life was in jeopardy, then again when Max Lord came for Kara herself. Plus, she doubted that Alex would voluntarily spend hours sifting through childhood photos of someone she truly despised, even if she was looking only for the most embarrassing ones.

“What matters,” Alex finally cut in when it seemed like Maggie was just one step away from pulling out the photos for a show and tell, “is that we made it out just fine.”

“Which is why we’re letting Lucy have her little date night tonight without any interruptions from us.”

The laughter that filled the room was soon cut off as both Kara and Astra sprung to their feet.

“We have company,” Astra hissed. Within moments, everyone in the room had at least one weapon drawn, all of which were pointed at the intruder that Astra whisked in through the balcony window and unceremoniously threw to the floor.

“Lucy?” Alex gasped, seeing the telltale full body black leather suit she wore when she went out on her little cat burglary missions.

“The hell, Danvers? I thought you were gonna let me have my date night.”

“Since when is your date night crashing my family dinner?”

“Since when is Luthor family?”

“Since she started dating me,” Kara just about growled, crossing her arms and stepping protectively in front of Lena. “And if you’re here to hurt her, you’re gonna have to fight your way through each and every one of us first.”

“And you know better than to touch my sister,” Alex added, her tone sharp as she let her gaze flick pointedly to the gun in her hand.

“Since when do you protect the rich?” Lucy asked, turning her attention to Maggie, figuring she was the best bet for an ally—she had the whole Robin Hood schtick down to an art.

“When the rich are giving more money away than I could even if I managed a heist every day.” Lena began to object, but Maggie waved off her protests. “Alex hacked into your accounts the first time she found you and her sister in bed together. Be lucky that’s all we found.”

“If you’re so charitable, why have you been ordering millions of dollars’ worth of diamonds?” Lucy demanded.

“Most of them will be sent back to the communities they were stolen from,” Lena huffed. “I might be a villain—”

“Hardly,” Maggie scoffed. “Blackmailing the worst of your one-percenter pals with your girlfriend, stealing from your family’s evil company—they hardly make you a villain.”

Lena just rolled her eyes. “Fine. But, since the surprise is sort of ruined now…” Turning to face Kara, Lena dropped down to one knee. “Kara Danvers, the months I’ve spent with you have been some of the best ones of my life. There’s no one I’d rather extort and blackmail with than you. Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

“Yes!” Kara gasped, dropping down to her knees as well and pulling Lena into a passionate kiss that may well have gone on much too long to be appropriate in front of family, friends, and intruders were it not for the loud whooshing sound and the way the whole floor seemed to shake.

“The hell did you bring with you, Lane?” Alex growled.

“It wasn’t—” But Lucy didn’t have time to finish her thoughts before a large silvery portal opened up, and doppelgangers of Kara, Alex, Maggie, and Winn thumped to the floor, looking more than a little taken aback at the sight of so many people and weapons surrounding them.

“Who are you?” Kara finally demanded, glaring at the intruders, letting her eyes burn red.

“Um, I think we’re you…from another Earth—Earth-38 to be specific,” the new Kara volunteered. “We were over on Earth-1 helping out some friends, but we had to leave in a hurry, and I think maybe we set up the breech incorrectly…”

“No shit,” Alex growled, looking closely at her Earth-38 counterpart and refusing to lower her weapon.

At that moment, Lucy’s earpiece crackled to life with Vasquez and Winn’s worried questions. “I’m up in the apartment…whole story there. But, uh, we’ve got company, and I think you’re gonna want to see this.”

—

Earth-38 Winn scoffed at his doppelganger, having found himself increasingly disgusted as he heard him joking about heists and devious inventions. “How could you? After everything that happened with our dad?”

“After everything that happened, how could you not?” his evil counterpart shot back. “You watched him lose everything—his career, his money, his inventions, his wife, his love for life, his desire to live. How can you justify sitting back and doing nothing to avenge him?”

“Somehow I don’t think a murderer losing his love of life while he rots in prison really rises to the level of vengeance-worthy crimes against humanity.”

“Prison?”

“For murder.”

“What do you mean? He didn’t do anything. He let his boss take credit for his inventions, rolled over each and every time until he had nothing worth fighting for, nothing worth living for.”

Winn stood there blinking. “I…that—that’s not what happened on my Earth.”

—

Across the room, Maggie and Alex sat together, watching as their Kara and Winn worked with the other Earth’s more tech-oriented folks to try to make sure that any new breeches wouldn’t send them to yet another Earth that might be even less friendly toward them.

“You didn’t seem surprised that your doppelganger isn’t the paragon of virtue,” Maggie noted.

“I’m not.”

“Why’s that?”

Alex shrugged. “I’m not Kara. I’ve killed before, and I likely will again. I do the things that need to be done. I’ve never been a saint.”

“But you’re no villain.”

“But to have lost things like that…this Alex had both of her parents taken away and was left with another girl who had lost her whole world, who didn’t get a loving, supportive family to raise her. Instead she was left with me—some bitter teenage rebel who wanted nothing more than to see this world pay for its crimes.” Alex shook her head; it was impressive that they’d ended up as decent as they had. Sure, her counterpart had stolen and lied, but she’d never descended to murder or kidnapping or anything of that nature. She suspected Kara had something to do with it; even if this version of Supergirl was willing to claim power in a way hers never had, was willing to kill when it came down to it in a fight, she still fought for justice, still fought for good.

Regarding Maggie, Alex added, “You’re not exactly stunned yourself.”

“If I didn’t have an aunt to take me in, of course I’d have turned to petty theft. Plus, Robin Hood was my favorite Disney movie…”

Alex laughed. “I guess even here you’ve got a pretty deep-rooted sense of justice.”

“Yeah. And here you’ve got an undercut,” Maggie added, veering them toward lighter topics. “It’s pretty hot.”

“I really hope you’re not suggesting some threesome.”

With a loud bark of a laugh, Maggie shook her head. “Not in the slightest. Just, you know, if you ever wanted to change up your look…”

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Best Friends Never Leave

“She’s my best friend babe, what if I tell her and she looks at me and-and she hates me?”

Maggie closes her eyes to keep her own emotions at bay. This is the umpteenth time they’ve had this exact conversation and every time Maggie’s heart a little more for Alex. “She took it well when you came out to her about your sexuality Al, there’s no reason to think she’d react differently about this.” Maggie tries to soothe even though she knows what’s coming next.

“They are totally different Maggie. They’re totally different and you know it. Not everyone can be as accepting as you and what if she’s not?” Alex asked voice cracking on the last word as a sob escaped.

Maggie moved to hold Alex rubbing her hand up and down her back willing to do anything to soothe her Alex. “Alex hey-hey I need you to breathe for me ok? I need you to breathe babe.” Maggie placed her hand on Alex’ chest to help Alex breathe more steadily. “Can you breathe into my hand for me? That’s it. Just like that Alex. That’s perfect.”

Maggie could tell that the panic attack was easing out of Alex’s system but the anxiety that caused it was still there. The anxiety that brought on the panic had been there for months now. Alex shifted closer to Maggie asking Maggie to continue her calming tactics. They stayed like that for twenty minutes until the timer in the kitchen sounded. Maggie got up to take the food she’d cooked out of the oven. “Alex,” she called. “I know you’re nervous but Kara’s gonna be here any minute so if you want to change or freshen up you might want to do that soon. You don’t need to, however, because you look absolutely stunning exactly as you are right now.” Alex blushed walking toward Maggie. The only thing Alex wanted to do right now is to be held by Maggie.

Two minutes later, there was a rush of wind coming from their window and then Kara was standing in front of them. Kara Hugged both Alex and Maggie. When she pulled back from Maggie she had a questioning look on her face as she glanced toward Alex. Maggie knew that Kara could hear how fast Alex’s heart was right now. Maggie gestured with her hand and pleaded with her eyes for Kara to wait until Alex decided to talk about it.

Understanding, Kara took a huge whiff of the smell in the kitchen. “Oh my gosh, Maggie this smells amazing. But I do have one question, what are you and Alex going to eat?” Maggie and Alex both burst out laughing at this. They knew that part of Kara was joking but that the other part of her was completely serious.

Alex and Kara set the table while Maggie put on the finishing touches for dinner.

Small talk was made throughout the meal. Kara was finishing up the story of her latest adventure as Supergirl when Alex grabbed Maggie’s hand under the table for support for what she was about to do.

Kara glanced to Maggie as she finished talking and received an almost imperceptible nod. Maggie knew that Alex had to do this but she also knew that Alex was going to need to be pushed to do it. This was, after all, her fifth attempt at talking to Kara.

“So, Alex, how are you? We haven’t had much time to talk lately.”

“I’m ok I guess,” Alex answered shakily. “There was actually something that I want-wanted to t…tell you.” She stuttered.

Kara simply nodded worried that speaking would change her sister's mind. “After I admitted to myself that I liked Maggie-that I liked women instead of men really-Maggie suggested that I-I…um,” Alex breathed deeply steadying labored breaths. “She suggested that I do research into to the LTBTQ+ community. So, I…I did. And I found a lot of information on, on sexuality but also on gender identities.” Alex finished speaking so quietly that without Kara’s super hearing she wouldn’t have been able to hear the words Alex spoke. Kara nodded with an encouraging smile hoping it will help Alex continue.

“I learned that there are more than just the two binary identities that-that the cishet individuals push onto society. Some people…Some people identify as nonbinary or-or nb for short. And this means different things for different people. But generally, a nonbinary person identifies outside the male female binary. And I-I and one of those people Kara. I…after all of my research, after months of late nights reading and talking to Maggie, I-I feel like I’m finally breathing for the first time. I feel like-I feel like I’m alive and that, I don’t know, that I have a place in this world. Please don’t misunderstand me, Kara. I love you and you have always made me feel wanted and loved but I-I want me and I feel like I can love myself. I feel like the person I was meant to be and I really, really want to be happy but I’m scared.”

“Scared? Alex, why are you scared?” Kara knew why but she needed to hear Alex say it.

“I’m scared because I didn’t know how you would take it. I didn’t know how you would take it and you’re my best friend Kara and if you left I don’t know what I would do,” Alex whispered.

Kara was up and hugging her sister tightly before the first tear made it halfway down Alex’s cheek. “Alex, you are my si-sibling,” she said voice raising in question as she checked with Maggie to see if that was ok for now. “I love you, Alex, no matter what. I told you this before when you came out to me the first time. But I’m going to say it again. I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I didn’t create an environment where you felt you could talk to me about anything. I’m sorry that so much of our lives were spent talking about and keeping my secret. But Alex, you deserve to be happy. You deserve to love yourself and you deserve to feel comfortable in your own skin. And if that means that you identify as nonbinary then that’s amazing. I might have some questions in the future. But I’m so happy for you Alex.”

“Yeah?” Alex’s voice sounds like a child’s.

“Yeah, Alex. I promise. I love you. So much.” “Babe do you want to tell Kara about your pronouns and other preferred terms?” Maggie asked quietly still holding Alex’s hand.

Alex nods and pulls out of Kara’s embrace but only slightly. “I would prefer if you used they/them pronouns when you talk about me and I really liked how you called me your sibling instead of sister. But I still like my name. I still want people to call me Alex and Al is ok too but I don't like Alexandra. And-and that’s all I can think of right now but if I think of more I’ll tell you?” They ended their request with a raised voice asking if that was ok with Kara.

Kara just hugged them again, tucking their head under her chin. “Of course it is Alex. And if I do something that makes you feel uncomfortable please tell me. And Alex, you’re my best friend too. That means no matter what I’m not going anywhere.”

Alex nodded their head and wiped at their eyes. “ok. Um…do you guys want to watch TV?” They asked. Maggie and Kara nodded and gestured for Alex to lead the way.

The three of them settled on the couch with Alex snuggled between Kara and Maggie. When Alex was nearly asleep, Kara looked at Maggie with a grateful look on her face. “You’re so good for them Maggie. I’m so glad they have you in their life.”

“So are you little Danvers. I’m glad they have you too.”

That night Kara carried Alex to bed where they slept peacefully nuzzled between their two favorite people in this world, their sister, and their girlfriend.

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