#nb!alex

Ugh I have a ton of tiny ones that just don't have a place anywhere. I am also now recalling my idea of just doing tiny drabbles, so maaaaybe that could actually become a thing if I push myself enough. Anyway, here's a list of stuff I don't think I've mentioned on tumblr or AO3 yet (but there's still a chance I might write something with them, I just have zero plans at the moment):

Coffee shop AU genderfluid!Lucy/Kara. Lucy is new in town, and also new to trying out masc presentations and names. Leon starts going to Home Roasted Coffee (vs Noonan's) to try out that new name, where he sometimes runs into Kara while she's grabbing coffee for Cat (or herself). I don't have anything other than them learning each other's orders and ordering for each other when they're next in line! Maybe this is even before Kara's CatCo job, and it's more like college age AU?

Alex moving to a bigger apartment with her partner(s) because while the step up to the bed does create a pseudo bedroom space, it's horrible when you're injured or sore and need to navigate to the bathroom at night.

Alex and co watching a meteor shower and other astronomical events together and sharing nerdy facts, with bonus cuddling if it's a date.

DC comics Renee Montoya/the Question and CW Supergirl Maggie having some sort of vigilant collab while Maggie figures out how to quit the force and find a new path that serves her community, with a side of bonding over other angsty parts of their pasts.

Genderfluid!Lucy/Alex/Maggie where Alex and Maggie eventually come to their own new understandings of their sexuality in light of Lucy coming out, such that they way they think of/describe their sexual orientations is more inclusive of loving Leon - this comes after they figure out that they can stay in a relationship (so that these words for sexual orientations are descriptive, not prescriptive!).

Genderfluid!Lucy and low-dose T, the positive changes experienced.

Early-DEO-recruit Alex, after cutting her hair. She's excited but kind of shy about it and then Eliza making comments about how she looked better with it long, that she should keep letting it grow out, that oh no she cut it shorter again... Bonus extra content that it's also nb!Alex starting to grapple with gender presentation before realizing gender, setting the stage for an even more fraught relationship with Eliza.

Kara's identities (Kryptonian, and any gender/sexual orientation headcanons) and coping with going from extremes of hyper-visible and hyper-invisible depending on the environment/context.

I totally forget if I've posted this, but something along the lines of like, genderqueer!Maggie coming out and it going well but Maggie still confirming at the end that they're still good, and Alex responding along the lines of "You know, an amazing person once told me that we should be who we are, and, well, I guess the part about kissing might need some tweaking but, the point is the first part. And that I still want to kiss you, so I hope you still want to kiss me--" *gets cut off by Maggie kissing her*

Cut for NSFW topic:

The moment they heard the vortex opening up in their living room, Alex grabbed a pillow and threw it. Hard.

“Wow, okay, I can see when I’m not wanted,” Barry said, clutching the pillow to his chest as he shook off the queasiness of a dimensional jump.

“Ha ha ha.”

“Seriously though, should I call Cisco and have him take me back? Or, should he send Iris instead of me? I don’t have to stay, Alex.”

“You’re the same as my sister, you know that? Alien and metahuman, sure, but also 100% puppy.”

Barry grinned. “You want some sushi? Be right back.”

Alex instinctively held down the book they’d been reading, and their phone, and their throw blanket - pretty much anything and everything in arm’s reach that Barry’s departure would jostle. 

He was back before they were finished securing everything.

“Okay, sushi! And I brought a friend!”

Winn’s hair was on end and his eyes were still wide. “So fast. Alex, he is so. Fast.”

“Missed you too, bud.”

Barry opened his arms wide, bags full of sushi dangling off his arms, and Winn stepped into them eagerly. Yeah, Barry was definitely, somehow, a wholesome kid. Once Alex had gotten over their desire to throttle him for taking their sister away without bringing Alex along to protect her, they’d come to like him quite a bit.

Plus, he always helped Alex help Winn when his dad was saying more messed up stuff. “Just because you’re a man too doesn’t make you like him,” Barry would tell Winn, over and over, the three of them curled up in Alex’s king-size bed. “You being trans doesn’t make you like your dad. It makes you like you.”

It helped, too, that Joe was so taken with Winn. “Like a white boy Cisco,” he’d laughed the first time Winn had teamed up with Team Flash. Having father figures that loved him well in multiple universes was helpful for Winn.

But Alex didn’t know what would be helpful for them tonight. Maybe nothing. Or maybe just… people.

Barry seemed to know - he always seemed to know, which was - to say the very least - annoying.

“Maggie and James are on their way with potstickers, and Kara’s flying Lena to Chicago right now for some deep dish.”

There was a rap on the window, followed by some loud, excited shouts.

“I’ve got some food from a planet named Chicago, does that count? Monica says it’s almost worthy of its earth name.”

Alex laughed as Carol Danvers nudged the window open with their foot, balancing a picnic basket of food in one arm and a whole human in the other.

“Hi Alex,” Adrian said, his eyes wide and sparkling. “Captain Marvel told me you guys have the same last name,” he said as he hugged Winn and immediately dove into Barry’s takeout bags. “I feel like you’ve gotta be long lost sibs, right?”

“I mean, anything’s possible right? Seventeen universes represented in this apartment tonight.”

“I count three, Allen, not quite seventeen,” Carol smirked. Barry pretended to glare. “But you did send that soft distress call. So, spill.”

Carol tilted their head at Barry. “You don’t have to pretend to be so chipper all the time you know, kid.”

Barry looked like he was going to answer back, but instead, he melted onto the couch next to Alex. They tossed a pillow at him again, but this time, for him to hold into his chest as he leaned into them.

Adrian curled up onto Alex’s other side, and Carol settled onto the floor with Winn. They both set to distributing food quietly to the others.

“I know I don’t. But I kind of do! If I don’t pretend to be chipper, I’ll feel it all. And that’s not… that’s not safe for anybody.”

“Cheers,” Alex muttered. But Carol and Adrian shook their heads.

“You’ve gotta feel it to use it, Barry. So? What are you feeling?”

“Pissed off.” Alex smiled. They didn’t hear Barry admitting to feeling upset too often - not outside those late-night double dates with him and Iris and them and Maggie, when it was suddenly 2am and they could all admit to anything and everything.

“You know, when I came out, it was like… I was this unstoppable being, you know? And for once, it had nothing to do with Iris, or Joe, or my dad, anyone else. Just, it was me. It was for me. Waking up from my top surgery, all those cliches of like, ‘oh, here I am,’ all of that was so, so true for me, it was so perfect. And I think I got used to it, to feeling that good. But I’m not unstoppable, right? I try to be. But I’m not. And sometimes it feels… worse. After it felt that good.”

“The post-gender euphoria dysphoria,” Adrian said with his mouth full of ginger.

“Yeah, that.”

Alex sighed and let their head drop onto Barry’s shoulder. Winn did the same on Carol, who passed Adrian all the ginger he could want.

“That’s like healing, though, right?” Winn said. “Like, when you’ve got a massive scab that’s starting to heal, it itches a lot. And that’s how you know it’s getting better. Right, Danvers, science?”

“Which Danvers?”

“I’m not the science Danvers, that’s you, Alex.”

“Yeah. It pains me, obviously, but Winn’s right.”

“Mark the time and places, lads and ladsies.”

“Oh my God.”

“No, seriously though. You have a higher standard for yourself now, Barry. For what you deserve and for how much love and attention you should give yourself. When stuff gets in the way of that now, it’s going to be a bigger contrast. That doesn’t mean you’re doing it wrong.”

Alex rubbed at the back of Barry’s head, just once. He smiled. So did they.

“You’re doing it right, Barry. It’s not all going to be linear. And least, that’s what my therapist says.”

“Mine too.”

“Same.”

“Same.”

“Yeah, and mine’s from a different galaxy, and they still say it, so you know, we’re all got to be on to something.”

“Carol, how is your therapist from -”

“It’s a long story.”

“We’ve all got time.”

“And each other.”

“Awwwww, Alex!”

“Quote me on that and none of you will ever be allowed in this apartment again.”

Maggie’s key scraped the front door at the same moment as Kara and Lena flew in through the window. And, as if on cue, Cisco started up the portal again for Iris, Monica, and Maria to come through. With, of course, even more food.

so, I struggled with how to do this and wasn’t coming up with any ideas, so I hope this is good

Lyrics are from Gender is Boring by She/Her/Hers

genderfluid!Lucy

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.”

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.”

“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.”

“Okay Alex. Shhh… don’t worry. This is a lot all at once. If you’re not ready to talk to Maggie right now then that’s okay. It can wait. But if and when you’re ready I’ll be there for you whatever you need, okay? Now if you’d like, there’s an interview with Asia Kate Dillon that I think could be really helpful. We could go back inside and watch it if you’d like, and then maybe some more tv? Maybe you could even manage to pay attention this time.” Kara pokes Alex teasingly, and Alex just rolls her eyes. “Umm… I think I’d really like that. Maybe we could watch the show that actor is on? The one with the non-binary character? And maybe I could have first pick of ice cream??”

Alex Danvers, badass DEO Agent, turns to her sister with her best attempt at the Danvers puppy dog eyes… something Kara (who has perfected these over the years) is absolutely, totally immune to… But her sibling has been through a lot tonight, so maybe just this once. 

“Okay, you got it… you can have first pick of the ice cream, but just this once. Now hop on and I’ll get us back inside.” Kara crouches down so that Alex can hop on her back. “And I mean we’re gonna have to brainstorm a new name for these things… Cause I mean I don’t want to make assumptions or anything… but I know you said you didn’t feel comfortable with being a sister, so I guess sisters night doesn’t really work anymore, and you promised we’d have them forever and ever… so yeah we need a new name.”

Director Sanvers

This was the result of me seeing this post, started as a combination of the prompts:

‘A sleepy good morning kiss that ends up with a palm in the face and a muttered, “brush your damn teeth first.” and A sleepy good morning kiss that ends up with a palm in the face and a muttered, “I will push you off the fucking bed if you don’t let me sleep.” but a few others snuck in too.

ft: trans!Maggie, nb!Alex, and genderfluid!Lucy

warning for brief mention of past transphobia. 

The last few years had been— Maggie didn’t want to say kind exactly— that seemed disingenuous to much of the struggle and the sacrifice they’d all been through.

It had taken nearly two years to get National City back into fully working order after the Daxamite invasion. And that was with Supergirl pulling double time on the recovery efforts after she found out how Maggie had been spending nearly all of her off duty hours, helping out the neighborhoods— read the poorer and predominantly non-white communities who were suffering without the immediate aid going to the more affluent areas.  

And it wasn’t like crime, alien or human just paused during that time leaving the NCPD and the DEO busy with the daily grind as well.

Add in a near apocalypse or two, a historic birth marking the first green and white Martian child, three more crashed pods, one of which was crashing for a second time to no one’s amusement and the drama that followed in its wake.

An almost wedding and an actual commitment ceremony, the ultimate fall of CADMUS that brought about the death of Alex’s father at the expense of rescuing Kara’s— in a surprise twist captured but not dead aunt, the second Danvers sister’s bi-panic, a narrowly avoided invasion from an alternate universe.

Alex and Lucy both coming to terms with their respective gender identities and the adjustments to their relationship it brought which tangentially led to Maggie becoming quite close with Vasquez’s wife Erin and being named guidemother to their first kid.

Breakups and promotions and retirements and surprising couplings and Life made it a hell of a four years that Maggie ultimately wouldn’t trade for anything.

At least the last pod brought the only pleasant surprise to emerge from one in the form of Krypto, who was pretty amazing in Maggie’s opinion.

Granted Maggie had such a soft spot for dogs that it wasn't saying much even with the superpowers. It did help that he and Gertrude became fast friends.

So, incredible maybe or awe-inspiring were apt descriptors for the time that had passed. 

Of course, Maggie would be the first to admit she was probably a bit biased. 

Still, there wasn’t anything she would change save for a few calls that came closer than Maggie cared to consider even now well after her spouses or her family were out of the woods.

Family.

Maggie honestly didn’t think she’d ever have one of those again. Not after being thrown out at fourteen or the abuse she suffered long before it came to that at the hands of people she was told were doing it because they loved ‘him’.

Not when she finally escaped her small town only to find just as many people, in a community who should understand, that would turn their backs on her as well.

After people who would sleep with her but wouldn’t claim her in the light of day, too many girls who wouldn’t go out with her at all.

Eventually, Maggie learned how to best avoid those types though it was far foolproof (if being a fool was expecting basic human decency no questions asked Maggie would lay claim to the title, she tried not to expect much of anything then) She started dating aliens too, most of them coming from societies not mired in Earth’s hang-ups with gender or sexuality.

The problem was human or alien, the fourth or so set of hastily canceled plans because of work typically spelled out the end of any fledgling relationship.

Maggie had all but given hope of finding some happily ever after ending.

She had work and she had volunteering at the LGBTQ youth center. She had Adrian who she loved like her own and his seemingly endless strays that she was always happy to help with whether they needed an ear or an example, a home cooked meal or her ties with the justice system.

And that was enough.

It had to be.

But now? Now Maggie had two amazing partners and the kind of unconditional love she craved her whole life.  

She remembers watching her grandparents as a child enamored with the way her vovó would look at her vovô like he had the secrets of the universe in his eyes.

And as she got older she saw not only that tangible love that hadn’t faded at all but also but how it never prevented her vovó from calling him on his shit.

She saw how their love never wavered and that communication only made their relationship stronger. Which led Maggie to wonder what the hell had happened to her own father.

The painful memories of that life had long ago scabbed over but she had finally begun to heal with the support from her newfound family.

Being loved by Alex and Lucy was everything she ever dreamed and more.

It also meant winding up with two sisters, two brothers, a few in- laws, a space dad, a mom, an aunt (though Alex would would always deny that particular moniker, Maggie and Lucy would only tease them sometimes considering the circumstances but were unable to fully resist knowing the grumbling was due to the crush Alex had on Astra when the general first showed up well before Alex recognized it for what it was) or two aunts-ish, it was beyond surreal to think of Cat Grant as aunt even after the media mogul shocked everyone by getting together with Astra.

Maggie did readily accept Carter as her nephew however, he and Adrian got on like a house on fire and Maggie who spent so many years in isolating loneliness could scarcely believe how full her life had become.

These thoughts buzzed pleasantly in her chest as Maggie stretched in the warm patch of sunlight that was angled so it just hit the middle of the bed where she had fallen asleep last night. She could feel Lucy snuggled up against her back and hear Alex’s heartbeat from where her head had gravitated to their chest.  

She nuzzled her head closer placing a lazy kiss above their heart. Slowly waking up as she trailed languid kisses up their neck. Alex stirred slightly, a smile stretching across their face as they leaned into the contact eyes still closed.

Their lips meet in a sweet sleepy kiss and Maggie marvels at how right it still feels every time.

She feels the nose scrunch before she feels Alex’s palm pushing at her face, a muttered, “Brush your damn teeth first,” follows and Maggie can't help the full blown chuckle that shakes her shoulders and dislodges Lucy who grumbles while rolling over but doesn't wake up.

Maggie moves with her, pausing only to stick her tongue out at Alex who simply rolls their eyes at the gesture which Maggie reads as ‘good, subject Lucy to your morning breath while I go brush my teeth then.’ 

She ends up in a mirrored position with her head now on Lucy's chest instead of Alex's.

As soon as the two of them settle, Alex shifts. Awake now, they drop a kiss on Maggie's head and then Lucy's as they rise from their side of the bed to pad towards the bathroom.

Maggie lays there listening to the sounds of Lucy's heartbeat and Alex puttering around the bathroom. It's rare all three of them have a day off together and Maggie is content to laze in bed for a while basking in the novel illusion of zero responsibility.

Eventually, Maggie props herself up on one on one arm reaching out to tuck some hair behind Lucy’s ear.

She places a kiss on Lucy's forehead, then her nose and cheek. She leans in breath just ghosting Lucy's lips and suddenly Maggie finds herself on the receiving end of reflexes honed over years of precision training, Lucy's hand locks securely around the back of Maggie's neck bringing her in for a bruising kiss.

Maggie shifts slightly her body moving to mold into Lucy's but before she can follow through on the action there's a palm pushing against her forehead and then she's suddenly flat on her back staring up at the ceiling while Lucy growls out, “I will push you off the fucking bed if you don’t let me sleep.”

Maggie weighs her options for all of half a second before darting back up with a grin to peck Lucy on the lips, laughing even as she crashes to the floor.

She's still chuckling as she picks herself up and makes her way to the kitchen. 

Maggie has a pot of coffee brewing and is in the process of chopping up vegetables for omelets when she hears the door open and other tell-tale signs that Alex is back from their run.

Sure enough seconds later a sweaty Alex wraps their arms around Maggie from behind.

“Get off me until you shower, Danvers.” Maggie all but whines. Pulling the dish towel off her shoulder and using it to swat at Alex as they steal vegetables from the cutting board, ignoring Alex’s pout.

“I thought you liked it when I got all sweaty.” Maggie makes a show of rolling her eyes even though she knows that Alex knows what that tone of voice does to her.

“No, I like watching you work out and I like making you sweat. You coming back from a run and sweating all over our breakfast I could do without.” Maggie punctuates her statement by pointing her knife in Alex’s general direction.

Alex puts their hands up in mock surrender, sighing dramatically, “Alright shower it is…...you could always join me…” Alex says and Maggie doesn’t know where she finds the resolve against that lit.

“Breakfast first, Romeo.” She manages without her own voice betraying her as she turns her focus back to the skillet.

This time Alex’s sigh is a real one and Maggie immediately turns back around to snag their hand. She pulls Alex into a kiss mindful of the hot metal behind her, “We can get you all sweaty again after we eat— real food.” She adds before Alex can make a smart ass comment.

Too much time around Lucy, Maggie would tell anyone who would listen as if all three of them hadn’t entered the relationship fully fluent in sarcasm.  

Alex concedes with one last lingering kiss that warms parts of Maggie that cannot be blamed on the heat from the stove.

Maggie has two omelets plated, a third in one pan and another frying pan slowly heating oil when Alex emerges from the bedroom in their binder and a half-buttoned flannel.

Just the flannel.

“Luce still isn’t up yet?” Alex asks.

“You were the one just in there,” Maggie responds without looking away from the oil that’s just started sizzling.

Alex lightly shoves her shoulder, “ I meant why isn’t Luce up yet?”

Maggie still doesn’t look up as she starts frying bacon, “It’s our day off babe, not all of us need to start it before the sun’s fully up with a run like you besides wait for it in three, two, one…”

“Bacon.” Maggie laughs as Lucy appears in the door frame squinting at the sun like it just called her lieutenant.

Maggie hands over a cup of coffee spinning Lucy around and into Alex’s arms before she can try and pluck a piece of half-cooked bacon directly out of the scalding hot oil.

Lucy grumbles incoherently into said coffee as Alex snorts, “All those years in the army shouldn’t you be a morning person?” Alex teases.

Lucy glares at Alex. “I had to be up at the crack ass of dawn every day, I didn’t have to enjoy it.”

“So I shouldn’t have paid Josie’s kid down the hall to start playing reveille in the mornings?” Maggie chimes in and Lucy switches her glare to the back of Maggie’s head.

As Alex notices the coffee start to kick in they ask, “Lucy today?”

The cup clinks onto the counter and Alex notices the pause and the slightly unfocused stare. It only lasts a second or two before Lucy mhmm’s in the affirmative.

So Alex smiles at their wife who doesn’t notice because Maggie has dropped some bacon on the plate in front of her.

Alex themself barely notices their own plate as Maggie turns off the flame to join them both with her own breakfast. Alex thinks not for the first time that the legal system can go screw itself because their wives are amazing.

Maggie looks up from her plate catching Alex’s lovesick grin, “Oh my god Danvers, food.”Maggie orders as if she hadn’t been half watching her partners in the reflection of the oven door the entire time she finished cooking.

Lucy mumbles something that sounds like, “ Seriously. quit looking at us like Bambi and eat your damn breakfast would you.” but it’s hard to tell around the mouthful of bacon.

Alex doesn’t stop grinning but they do finally pick up a fork. There isn’t much talking as everyone’s attention is finally turned to eating but when their plates are empty Maggie’s head tilts, attention grabbed by Alex’s shirt.

They puff out their chest a little about to make comment along the lines of ‘see something you like?’

 Maggie beats them to it.

Just not in the way Alex was angling for.

“Is that my flannel?” Maggie asks unable to tell with the cuffed up sleeves masking their actual length.

Alex huffs a little, “Does it even matter anymore?”

“Well, no.” Maggie responds confused by the slight edge in Alex’s voice.

They stand up and start collecting the dishes to bring to the sink while Maggie and Lucy look on.

“Alex?” Maggie would swear up and down her voice did not just crack.

“Yes?” Alex questions right back without bothering to turn around.

“You aren’t wearing pants.” Lucy says dryly even as her eyes give her desire away.

“Took you long enough to notice.”

Maggie and Lucy exchange a glance and stand at the same time moving seamlessly over to where Alex is standing by the sink. Maggie presses herself into Alex’s back as Lucy moves to take the dish Alex is washing out of their hands.

“It’s our day off, the dishes will still be there tomorrow.” Lucy tempts. Alex gets lost in green eyes as Maggie presses kisses up the back of their neck. She nips at Alex’s ear, “You know you worked out this morning but we haven’t.”

Alex swallows hard as Maggie and Lucy each take a hand, lacing their fingers together before tugging Alex towards the bedroom.

Vasquez makes them promise a weekend of babysitting for covering for them when they need the next day to recoup from their day off.

I realized I can’t think of Maggie having a found family without Adrian being a part of it, He’s the creation of @queercapwriting I just borrowed him for sec.

I might have failed in op's original intent with op's 'real domestic otp scenarios' but like I want this let me hold out hope mmm'kay