800. Chapter 800
Anonymous asked:
Happy Holidays Cap! Prompt: Sanvers + Gertrude (Husky puppy) first snowfall + Snowball fight + Fluffiness = ❤️
“Okay, Gertrude.” Alex is down on one knee by the front door. “What you’re about to see might shock and amaze you. It might be overwhelming, or even a little bit scary. It’ll definitely be cold. Kind of like your nose, but even colder.”
Gertrude’s tail swished back and forth while she whined, sounding somewhat like a dog and somewhat like a seal, in true husky form. Her whole body was vibrating with the desire to go outside. But Alex had treats in her hand, and Gertrude knew that waiting was the best way to get them.
Also puppy eyes. Lots and lots of puppy eyes.
So she waited and she vocalized. She swished her tail even harder when she heard her second mama’s voice.
“Oh my God, Alex. She’s a puppy, not some lost soul on an episode of Black Mirror.” But Maggie knelt, too. “Isn’t that right, Gertrude? Aren’t you going to love snow so much? You’re going to lose your little mind with how much you love it, aren’t you?”
“Just because one of her moms is from a frozen land doesn’t mean her other mom is. So it’s a toss up, really,” Alex reasoned.
Gertrude whined louder. Alex and Maggie both laughed, and kissed. Gertrude yipped, tail at top speed now.
“Okay, come on, baby. Let’s meet our first snow.”
Alex tossed the door open. Gertrude stood but waited, waited, waited. Maggie and Alex met eyes. Alex nodded.
“Yes!” Maggie said, and Gertrude knew that was her cue to take off.
She started at a solid trot, but when she noticed the snow on her paws, she stopped. Shoved her muzzle into the ground. Got her muzzle wet with snow. Sneezed. Tried again. Sneezed again.
“What’s that, babygirl?” Maggie asked. “Is that snow?”
“I told you it might shock and amaze you!” Alex said. Maggie rolled her eyes directly at Alex’s phone - because of course she was filming.
“Yeah, that’s snow!” Alex said her puppy dog voice that she would deny existed in front of pretty much anyone else.
Gertrude yipped at the ground before deciding that the best next step would be to lick it. She yipped again, did a half-howl, and leaped onto Maggie, barreling her over backward into the snow.
“Delete that, Danvers!”
“Are you kidding? Lena will never forgive me if I delete this gold. You’re a good girl, Gertrude, it’s not your fault one of your mamas almost as short as you.”
Somehow, from beneath Gertrude’s wriggling mess of fur, Maggie unleashed a perfectly-formed snowball.
Right at her wife’s stomach.
In the ensuing blizzard that had nothing to do with whether it was actually snowing out, Alex wound up with more snow in her boots than out of them, and Maggie lost her gloves somewhere in the yard. “Hand heat gives better snowballs, and then I can defeat your mama more effectively,” she’d explained to Gertrude as she gave their pup her gloves, letting her sprint around the yard with them - right before Alex tackled Maggie and pinned her in the snow.
Alex tugged Maggie’s fuzzy hood up to pillow her head, an extra layer of protection on top of her beanie. Maggie reached up to wipe a streak of half-melted snow off Alex’s nose, and Alex blew on her fingers to warm them.
A yip across the yard made them both tilt their heads - Alex definitely had long since picked that up from Maggie - to watch Gertrude.
She’d discovered her own paw prints in the snow, and decided that she could and should roll around on each one, half barking and half yowling with each new leap and roll.
“She’s so happy,” Alex said.
“Yeah. And she’s not the only one, Danvers.” Her voice was low and full, the way it only got when she was staring at Alex like she was her entire universe.
Well, Alex and Gertrude, now.
Like she knew her parents were swooning over each other and over her, Gertrude came bounding over, shoving her muzzle in both her moms’ faces like she was telling them that she had unearthed something magical - snow, and family, and more snow.
Anonymous asked:
Hi Cap! I've really missed your weekly Sanvers drabbles. How about something cute with them doing a secret santa and they draw each other's name? Maybe they aren't even together yet but by the end of the gift exchange, they get a great/perfect gift plus a girfriend! :D
Maggie had no idea how her name even got added to this God-forsaken drawing, but she strongly suspected M’gann.
“Was this you?” she asked, halfway through her third round of beer. M’gann paused in wiping down the camera, face the picture of mild curiosity and innocence.
Maggie was pretty sure she knew better.
She flashed her phone toward the bartender, details of the DEO’s Secret Santa exchange on it. M’gann heaved the most affected shrug Maggie had ever seen.
“Was what me?”
“Oh my God.”
“What?”
“It paired me with Danvers, M’gann. I suppose that was you, too?”
“I really have no idea what you’re talking about.” M’gann nodded at someone down on the other side of the bar. “But I did hear her sister talking about how much Danvers used to like surfing.”
Maggie most certainly did not picture Alex Danvers soaking wet in the ocean.
No, she most certainly did not.
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“Kara.” Alex was lying on her back in her little sister’s living room, with her feet up on the couch. An open box of pizza was sitting on her stomach. “What am I supposed to do?”
“Maybe start with sitting up while you eat, Alex, you know what happened with that pop tart when you were a senior in high school.”
Alex scowled. “It was a defective pop tart.”
“Alex.”
“I don’t even know what kinds of things she likes.”
Kara plopped onto the couch and swiped the box of pizza off Alex’s stomach. Alex glared, but worked her way up onto the couch. She took the pizza box back.
“Sure you do, you’ve been spending all that time playing pool together at the bar. And working all those cases. You can’t possibly only talk about work, Alex.”
Alex squinted. “I mean, we pretty much can. And do. She… she’s from Nebraska. And she… likes aliens? Not like in a fetishizing way, I mean, just - it - and guns. She likes guns? Sort of? It’s complicated. But she does like scotch. And beer. And -”
“And you are not getting her an alien or a gun for Christmas, so maybe we can do more brainstorming.”
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“Danvers.” Maggie tried to keep her tone even the next day, working some scene or another with Alex. Normally, she’d know everything about everything about where she was and what she was doing. Today, she was coasting on prior knowledge and the ability to… well, to detect.
Because if Alex Danvers was distracting under normal circumstances, well, knowing she’d have to give her a damn present at the end of the week was a whole new layer of brain scatteredness.
“Sawyer.” She thought maybe there was a smile in Alex’s voice - who did she get for Secret Santa? - but no, she was definitely projecting. Wishful thinking. Alex wasn’t even into girls. M’gann was being ridiculous. Sweet, but ridiculous. Because even if Alex was into girls, this was Alex damn Danvers. So far out of Maggie’s league.
“What’ve we got?”
She tried to follow Alex’s words rather than just the pitch of her voice and the way her body moved. The way she squinted her eyes almost like a glare when she was concentrating, or pushed her hair out of her face almost like she was annoyed by it when she was trying to see something closer. Or the way she licked her lips sometimes, and she’d probably taste like -
No, no, nope, absolutely not.
“So Danvers, um. Doing anything special for the holidays? You going home for Chanukah, or?”
“Pfft, no.”
Maggie tilted her head, but said nothing. She just passed Alex the dusting powder she’d been looking for, wordless, because more and more these days, they weren’t needing words.
Alex sighed. “My mom and I aren’t a great combination around the holidays. Especially since my dad’s been. Um, gone.”
“I’m sorry, Danvers.”
Alex smiled, more with her eyes than with her mouth. It made Maggie’s heart break and heal at the same time.
“We’ll get together when it’s not the holidays - less intense, less expectations. But I will miss the ocean. It’s always nice, going home to the ocean.”
Maggie watched something like regret flicker across her face. But only for a moment.
“What about you, Maggie? Going home?”
She ignored the way her stomach always flipped when Alex used her first name. When Alex just existed at all.
She made herself chuckle. “No, definitely not. Wouldn’t be welcome even if I wanted to. Home… home is wherever I happen to be at any given time, which is pretty much everywhere and nowhere all at once.”
“Sounds lonely.” Alex paused her analysis of whatever it was she was examining - Maggie had long since lost track of their scene - and met her eyes.
“Not all the time.” She said it while she held Alex’s gaze. She said it before she could think. Dammit. Now Alex was going to -
“Good. You don’t deserve to be lonely.”
Maggie wasn’t sure if she was grateful or enraged when the rookie she was training ambled up to them, asking for guidance on how to file one piece of evidence or another.
She thought Alex looked disappointed, but she was almost definitely projecting.
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“Merry holidays, Danvers.”
The sound of Maggie’s voice made her jump way too high to just be startled. She wished, not for the first time, that she had a much higher degree of chill around this woman.
“Sawyer.” Oh crap, did her voice squeak? Who was she, Winn? “What uh, what are you doing here?”
She glanced around the DEO like Maggie was about to be tackled by -
“Vasquez let me in.”
Ah. No tackling, then.
“Is everything okay, what -”
“Yeah, no, I just um. You’ve all got that holiday party thing tonight, and parties really aren’t my thing, so honestly, I’m gonna skip it, but I - I got put into that Secret Santa thing, and I got your name, so I just wanted to um -”
How Alex hadn’t noticed that Maggie had been holding something behind her back the whole time, she had no clue. Maybe because her hair was down, and she was fidgeting a little and it was more than a little bit cute, and -
“Happy Chanukah, Danvers. Or, Christmakuah, or whatever.”
She was pressing something into Alex’s hands, and she was smiling that little titled smile, and she was walking away, and -
“Wait, you’re not coming tonight?”
Maggie stopped but didn’t turn around, not all the way.
“They’re not really my thing, Danvers.”
“But how will you get the gift from whoever drew your name?”
“M’gann’s going. I asked her if she would -”
“I don’t want to give your present to M’gann.”
Dammit. Had she sounded desperate, or ridiculous, or -
Maggie turned fully around, now. “You drew my name, too?”
“Um. Yes. Merry Christmas?”
Maggie laughed. Alex tried not to hate how much she loved that sound.
“You’re not a party person? Fine. Take this -” Alex held out the package Maggie had pressed into her hands without looking at it. “And bring it to the bar tonight, before the party. We’ll exchange our gifts then. Okay?”
“Okay.”
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“You didn’t only enter my name in the damn pool, you arranged it so Alex and I would pull each other’s names?”
“Maggie, I really have no idea what you’re going on about, but I’d love it if you put some of those motorcycle mechanic skills to use on the ice machine right now,” M’gann said without looking at her, keeping her eyes on the garland she was stringing along the tops of the bar.
She thought about arguing with her only friend - well, maybe except Alex Danvers - in National City. She thought better of it, and contented herself to muttering under her breath while she fixed the ice machine and waited for Alex.
At least it gave her something to do.
“So you’re the person we all have to thank when M’gann can put ice in our drinks?”
Alex’s voice made her jump so hard she hit her head on the damn machine.
“Oh, Maggie, no, I’m sorry, come here.”
Before she could so much as say “ow,” Alex’s hands were on her, tracing the spot where Maggie had banged her forehead, so gently it was easy to forget how easily - and happily - this woman carried a gun.
Because of course - she was a doctor, too. Why wouldn’t she be a little bit of everything intoxicating?
“I’m okay, Danvers.”
“You’re okay when I say you’re okay,” Alex muttered, almost more to herself than to Maggie. But there was a small smile on her lips.
“Alright then. You think I’ll make it, doc?”
“Only time will tell. But you’re good enough for now to at least give me my present.”
Maggie hated the way it felt when Alex took her hands away from her. She would gladly conk her head and dignity on an ice machine every day if it meant Alex’s hands on her. Well. Maybe there were less painful ways… no. No no no nope. Just a gift exchange. Nothing more.
“So it’s pretty silly, really, but you said you miss the beach. So um.”
Maggie shoved the small package back into Alex’s hands and pretended not to hold her breath.
It turned out that watching Alex’s eyes mist over with the sensation of home was all Maggie wanted to do, like… ever.
“You like it?” she asked. Her voice didn’t sound like her own, but it also had never sounded more like her.
“Maggie,” Alex whispered. Maggie gulped, and smiled - because yeah, she’d actually done a pretty cool job.
It was a snow globe - sort of. Sand globe? Something.
She’d commissioned Brian to make it - the artistry he pulled off planet tended to look like magic on Earth, and that was exactly what she’d been going for - he’d owed her more than a few favors, anyway.
The snow globe was an exact miniature of a beach, complete with seagulls and sand dunes and way too much seaweed accumulating on the shore. She hoped that maybe, it looked like home.
“If you put your hands on the glass, it should transmit -”
“How is that possible?” Alex asked. The awe in her voice told Maggie it was working. Maybe she was the one who owed Brian a favor, now.
Because if the look on Alex’s face was any indication, the sound and smells of the beach were flooding her senses through touching the glass - just like she was there.
“It’s not much, but it’s -”
“It’s perfect. Thank you. Thank you. It’s… you…” Maggie’s heart leapt. Alex cleared her throat. “You’re going to have to explain exactly how it works to me.”
“Nerd.”
“Wait!” Alex set the globe down reverently, reluctantly, it seemed, which made Maggie happier than she’d care to admit. “Your turn.”
She gingerly placed a little red bag onto the table between them, looking anywhere but Maggie’s eyes as she opened it.
“Do you like it?” Alex asked, way too soon. Because speaking was not something Maggie remembered how to do, just then.
It was a Triumph, a perfect little replica, with gears that Maggie could already tell actually worked. With a license plate that spelled home, with an earth label instead of a particular state. Maggie held it close to her face, examining it with a reverence she didn’t know how to explain.
“It works, of course. There’s a neural link, in the bag, that you can just kind of put on your temple, and you can drive it around with your thoughts, sort of. It’ll connect to your real life one, too, in case you ever need your bike to come to you. And it says home, you know, as planet earth instead of just one state because yeah, it can be really lonely to feel like nowhere is home, but I don’t want you to feel alone, or lonely, and it also means that you’re your own home, and that’s actually pretty badass, and amazing, because if you were my home, that would be amazing, and oh my God please make me stop talking now -”
“Danvers.”
“Oh, thank Rao.”
“Why did you do this for me?”
“Because you’re my Secret Santa?”
“Danvers.”
“Sawyer.”
Maggie wanted to ask if she could kiss her. She wanted to ask if she could kiss her, and not stop, and take her home, and kiss her some more. She wanted to ask if she could show her exactly how perfect she found Alex’s ridiculous rambling, how perfect she found… her.
She wanted to ask, but this was good, this was amazing, and if she asked, it would ruin everything, and -
And then Alex’s lips were on hers, because Alex Danvers was nothing if not act first, talk later.
A whoop from across the bar sounded suspiciously both like Supergirl and Alex’s kid sister Kara. She smiled into Alex’s mouth.
“This is okay?” Alex asked, shyer than Maggie had ever heard her.
“Yes.”
“The present was good then?”
“The present isn’t why I’m kissing you, Danvers.”
Alex pulled back. “So it wasn’t good?”
“Oh my God, Alex, it’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
She leaned her forehead onto Alex’s, because as much as she needed to keep kissing her, she also needed to breathe.
But it was the holidays, and they had motorcycles and beaches and each other, and there would be time for all of it.
“Worked better than mistletoe,” she thought she heard M’gann mutter, and honestly, she couldn’t disagree.
cassiebones asked:
Alex being DETERMINED to make a holiday dessert that she won't burn, so she decides to make a cold one (strawberries and cream layer cake with coconut milk as the cream so maggie can eat it too) but she fails in a way even J'onn couldn't see coming.
If there was a way to blow up a refrigerator just by putting it through its daily “open to get some milk, close, open to put back the milk, close” paces, J’onn was confident that Alex could figure it out.
But even he didn’t quite expect the urgent call he got from the DEO on Christmas Eve night.
It didn’t take him long to get there - the perks of flight - but when he arrived at the apartment building where Alex lived with Maggie, he barely recognized it.
The entire alien refugee population on Earth had descended on the street tonight, it seemed - all, from Brian to M’gann, sharing food and drink and toasted vapors and (in Brian’s case) wearing Earth-style Santa hats.
“Somehow I don’t believe that you offered to host this soiree, Agent Danvers,” he said when he spotted her, desperately trying to look like this had been her plan all along.
“She was trying to bake a cake, sir,” Maggie said, taking off her beanie and tugging it down over Alex’s ears - apparently one didn’t have to physically hear thoughts to tell that Alex would rather freeze half to death than admit that she was even a little bit cold.
“And she… invited everyone to celebrate her success?” J’onn asked, squinting at Alex - who deliberately was looking anywhere but him.
“She triggered a locator beacon,” Maggie said.
“You triggered a locator beacon.” Alex looked mutinous. “If it’s not fire, it’s parties -”
“You set off the invite for M’gann’s holiday party early, didn’t you?”
“No.”
“And somehow your attempt at baking recalibrated the time and place to be… for right here, and right now.”
“It was a good attempt! Taste this! Nothing exploded and no damn fire alarms went off.”
J’onn glanced at Maggie before accepting the fork Alex was suddenly waving in his face.
It’s relatively safe, he heard her think. Please humor her. It’s already going to be a long night.
J’onn acquiesced.
The strawberries somehow had come to have a more cranberry-like tartness, and the coconut cream Alex had attempted was almost completely separated. But it was better than carbon ash, which is what her cooking attempts usually yielded.
“It’s lovely, Alex. I’m sure Maggie appreciates it very much.”
“Yeah. Dessert and a party.”
“How did… how did it become…” He gestured vaguely around the street. Winn had challenged Brian to a holiday dance-off. Lena was beaming and James was snapping photos as Kara gave all the children turns at flying up and down the street with her.
“This?”
“I’m an excellent baker, that’s how.”
“Oh, good God.”
Her dessert might still be… questionable, to say the least. And he really did need to check her kitchen appliances if somehow she’d managed to do… all this… but messing up her baking…
But he watched Maggie run her fingers through his daughter’s hair, and he watched the way Alex’s entire body relaxed as she melted into her girlfriend. She’d never used to relax, not quite like that.
J’onn smiled despite himself. This was… perhaps the nicest emergency call he’d ever received.
In the morning, he’d have to have a serious talk with Alex about never, ever, ever attempting to bake unsupervised again. But in the meantime, well. It was Christmas, after all.