#tiny detective

Personarune Naoto/Susie!Naoto/Mrs. Detective/Tiny Detective

I brought yet another wonderful commission!

This time this art is from @hawker-the-gary

@hawker-rawr-is-watching-you

I give all credit to Hawker

Author’s Note: Hi! This is my first time writing a legitimate sanvers fluff fic so please be nice to me! Leave more suggestions in the tags. <3 (Alex and Maggie are so precious I cried writing this.) Also! Chyler said hi to me during her live today and it was the best moment of my life.

The first time she’s late for something important, she frets.

She frets, because it’s their six month anniversary dinner and she’s an hour and a half late and she bought new lingerie and damn it, J’onn, why couldn’t you save rookie training for another day?

She frets, and she digs her nails into the inside of her palms until they bleed, and a jumble of apologies leave her mouth before she’s even halfway through the door.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, eyes flooding with tears. “Time got away from me at the office and I, I just-“

“Hey, hey, hey, Danvers, sweetie. It’s okay,” Maggie reassures her, latching onto her hands and bringing them to her lips, pressing gentle kisses along the patterns of angry marks. “It happens to the best of us, don’t worry about it.”

 Alex sighs and shakes her head, breaking free of her girlfriend’s grasp and pacing across the apartment. Maggie studies her small, hurried steps for what seems like minutes on end, until Alex finally stops in front of her. Her eyes plead for her to forgive her and her body begs for her to take her into her arms and hold her but Maggie can’t do that without Alex’s consent, and she can’t have that without giving her space to breathe and to heal and to think.

“I’m really, really sorry, Mags.” Her voice is small and defeated and Maggie can’t help but smile softly at this woman. This woman who has killed before but still worries about showing up late to dinner dates. 

The woman she’s in love with.

“Did I ever tell you how gorgeous you look today?”

 Alex’s cheeks tinge red as she gives a small, flustered smile.

“Maggie.”

“Because,” she continues, inching her fingertips up and across her arms, curling them around her hair. “You look absolutely radiant, as always. And I’m so happy you’re home.”

 Her eyes flutter shut at the feeling of complete safety, complete feeling of love, complete feeling of home seeping out of Maggie’s voice, and she lets it sink straight into her soul.

Her eyes flit up to her face one last time, to make sure. “You’re not mad?”

Maggie shakes her head with a look that means you’re silly and I love you for it spread across her features, delicate but fierce, soft but as hard as steel. “No, my love. I’m not mad.”

“Okay,” Alex says, nodding, waiting, before clapping her hands together and promptly taking off her jacket. “Okay, good.”

And later, as they warm up their Taiwanese food, as Alex finally leans in to taste Maggie’s lips after a day spent apart but yearning for that closeness she’s come to adore, they’ll sit on the couch and melt into each other, a tangle of limbs, and whisper about anniversaries and a lifetime of firsts and I’m so glad you came into my life, Sawyer and me too, Danvers, me too.

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