#alexstra

[ancientannoyance]

A fic/art collab I did with @kendrickhier for GD Week 2019, where Astra might be alive, or she might just be French. Go read their fic here!

[elliothier]

you make me strong and weak all at once (insp)

[anonymississippi]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Alex's apartment is haunted. So is she.

[breathofthedice]

general danvers for the send a ship post!

Who is a night owl: Alex and Astra are both accustomed to working late nights and can adjust their schedules accordingly. If they have some time off, Alex will go to bed early so she can get up and jog the next morning. Astra usually stays up a little later reading. (She still goes to bed at the same time as Alex though, because she likes cuddles.)

Who is a morning person: Alex (see above).

Are they cuddlers: They will both deny it to their dying breath, but yes. Very much so. Astra in particular is extremely tactile and will never pass up an opportunity to be touching her human in some way.

Who is the big spoon: Usually Astra, but sometimes if she’s feeling particularly sad or vulnerable Alex will be the big spoon instead.

Who is the little spoon: Alex.

What is their favourite sleeping position: Astra curls up like a cat when she sleeps. Alex sometimes wonders if it’s some kind of habit from her years in Fort Rozz. Alex usually winds up on her stomach, which concerns Astra because she’s afraid Alex will suffocate.

Who steals all the blankets: Shockingly enough, Astra. She’s an alien space heater but she still hogs all the blankets. Alex usually doesn’t care too much in the summer, but in the winter she gets really grumpy about it.

What they wear to bed: If all goes well, nothing! But if they’re tired or one of them is injured they usually wear t shirts and sleep pants. Sometimes Alex will wear boxers to bed as well.

Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt: Alex likes seeing Astra in her shirts. Astra is just a little taller and so Alex’s shirts are just a tad short, which means Alex can see Astra’s very impressive abs.

Who falls asleep mid-conversation: Alex on occasions when she overworks herself. (It happens much more often than Astra would like.)

Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares: Both, but Astra more so.

Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep: If Astra punches Alex it would most likely seriously injure her, and if Alex punches Astra she’d probably break her hand. So neither. 

Who can’t keep their hands to themself: Astra. Alex gets really embarrassed and flustered. Astra doesn’t care, she just loves to hug her human.

Who said “I love you” first: Honestly, these morons are so hopeless it could have been either. They’ve probably been in love for a while before one of them gets the guts to say it.

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background: Astra really doesn’t use her phone much, but she’d probably have a photo of Alex and Kara together. 

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror: Astra does, the sap. (Also because she uses ALL THE HOT WATER WHY DO YOU NEED THAT MUCH HOT WATER YOU CAN’T EVEN FEEL THE COLD ASTRA)

Who buys the other cheesy gifts: Astra. She does research on Earth dating customs and discovers that gift-giving is common, so she starts getting Alex flowers and chocolates. Alex is both flustered and amused.

Who initiated the first kiss: Alex. It took them both completely by surprise because they weren’t even on a date. They were in the middle of a battle, in fact. 

Who kisses the other awake in the morning: They usually get up around the same time, but whoever happens to wake up first will kiss the other. If Alex has been overdoing it, though, Astra lets her sleep for a while before waking her with breakfast.

Who starts tickle fights: Astra isn’t really ticklish because of her powers, but she’ll sometimes tickle Alex if she’s in a mischievous mood. Alex always retaliates by threatening to tell Vasquez who really ate their leftover chalupas from the break room fridge.

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower: Both. These two are a couple of horny bunnies who can’t keep their hands off of each other.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch:

Who was nervous and shy on the first date: Both of them, but Astra is better at hiding things like that because of her military background. When Astra confesses she was nervous a few months later, Alex is surprised.

Who kills/takes out the spiders: Alex. Astra H A T E S spiders. It amuses Alex to no end. (”Your skin is bulletproof and you’re strong enough to throw a tank and you’re scared of a little spider?” “WHY DOES IT HAVE SO MANY LEGS ALEXANDRA THAT IS HORRIFYING”)

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk: Astra. She gets EXTREMELY romantic and sappy when she’s drunk. Alex films it for later use. 

[themillsdaughter]

General Danvers for the sentence prompt, please :) “What if I say no?”

this is super fluffy and not at all what I’m used to writting, but, alas, I hope you like it!

also it ties into my social medial AU, which you can find here

1. “What if I say no?”

Let’s be clear about something: she does not have time for this. They have to be across town in half an hour, tops, otherwise Cat fucking Grant will grill them for the rest of eternity and, honestly, Alex is not sure she is up for that.

Let’s be clear about something else: she is not completely against this interaction either. They have been away from each other for two months and Astra’s breath and lips and eyes so close to her are very persuasive.

Also, her girlfriend looks fan-fucking-tastic with this new, shorter haircut.

They already went off schedule, with Astra joining her in the bathroom and a quick cleansing to get off a workday’s residues turned into a forty-minute shower. They also took forever to get ready, acting like damn teenagers with kisses and full on make out sessions in between putting on pieces of clothing.

So now they are already super late and she guesses Kara is freaking out. They do not have time for this, but Astra knows her, knows what she likes and Alex is too weak and too liquid in this woman’s hand to put her foot down and get on with things.

“C’mon, I need my shirt.” She moves to grab said object half-heartedly, since, as much as Astra knows her, she knows Astra and is very much aware of the woman’s powers.

Sure enough, her girlfriend is located on the other side of the room in a blink.

“I beg to disagree, Brave One.”

“You know what? Fine. I rather wear anything else than to have Cat to deal with.” Alex turns, makes to get to her closet. She’s face to face with Astra before she can really process it. Again: predictable.

“I don’t think you understand me, Alexandra.” Astra steps forward, she steps back. She wonders if they’ll ever stop doing this dance, even after giving into each other so many times. “I disagree you need any shirts at all.”

A hand on her waist, warm, firm, inviting. Ugh. She wants this so bad. She’s missed it, thought about it a couple of times while coming home to an empty apartment, while sleeping in an empty bed and worrying if Astra’s mission overseas wasn’t too risky, bulletproof skin or not.

“Would you like it best if I just went like this? ‘Cause maybe I could.” She dares, raises an eyebrow. Imagines, for a moment, how the people waiting on them would react. Cat would probably laugh, Kara would scream and have her wrapped around something in a split second.

“Maybe. But I do not think my dear sister would be able to look you in the eye ever again.” Astra places her other hand on Alex, the soft material of the shirt she still holds contrasting with the slight roughness of her worn out fingertips. “No, Alexandra, I was thinking more along the lines of us staying home, tonight. Making up for lost time, as the saying goes.”

God, it’s tempting. So fucking tempting.

But nope, she will not allow them to be that couple, the head-over-heels-and-socially-exhiled-couple. And, besides, they promised Kara.

“I think, general,” Alex wraps a hand around Astra’s ribs, a leg on the woman’s calf and spins around quickly, letting their bodies fall into bed. “we can steal James cabin keys’ and stay there for a whole weekend. Just us. For that to happen, though, you need to behave tonight.”

Alex puts her elbows on the mattress for support, stares down and it ignites a little fluttering in her chest, the playfulness she finds in those green orbs.

“What if I say no?”

“Uhm,” She leans her head down, brushes their lips together (uses all her strenght not to turn it into an actual kiss) before pulling away. “I guess you’ll have to get used to being very frustrated in certain departments.”

Alex stands, pulling her shirt with her. She smiles with the grunt she hears as she slips the band tee over her head.

“I hope Mr. Olsen’s cabin has soundproof walls or is very isolated, Brave One, because I will collect what I’m owed.” She forms her best innocent glance and Astra rolls her eyes, stomping into the living room. It’s only when they get to Cat’s apartment that Kara tells her she has her shirt on inside out.

[rudderless-in-an-ocean-of-stars]

my desire to be more responsible says stop focusing on writing fanfiction more than you do on every other aspect of your life

but my shipper heart says make it rain gay angst

and honestly is there even a choice

[covergollum]

She Loves Me AU

(only slightly related, but I finished this fic, and please go read it.)

[kalyri]

Fanfiction:  Dancing to the Beat [1/?]

Title:  Dancing to the Beat Sum:   Disclaimer:  I don’t own Supergirl or its associated characters; I’m just borrowing them for a bit of fun. Rating:  M Characters/Pairings:  [General Danvers]; Alex Danvers, Astra Warnings/Triggers:  Vampire AU, but it’s not graphically vampire in this first chapter Links:  AO3  Notes:  mmmm lesbians

This club had been one of her favorite places to spend any night where she needed to let go for a few hours.  For several reason:  the amazing drinks, the loud music, the thriving dance floor… and her. Alex had managed to make it to the club with a slight buzz on her first arrival.  Instead of the usual short dress and heels, she'd opted for skinny jeans, heeled boots and a halter top.  It sparkled in the lights and the way it moved against her body while she danced seemed to catch some eyes.  She was ready for a night of alcohol, dancing, and maybe a little debauchery. It was powerful, the feeling of having someone's eyes on you—controlling their attention with the movements of your body as it moved to the beat of some song about sex, drugs, or alcohol.  She wasn't surprised when she felt hands glide from her back around to her front and a body mold to the curve of her from behind.  Alex grinned as she rolled her ass into her new dance partner's crotch and felt the beginning of his friend coming out to play.  

 She continued with her lust filled seduction of the poor guy.  She was sure all she had to do was drag him to the nearest door and block out the inside of the club and just...

 "Hmm... it seems your dance partner, has lost interest," a sultry voice filtered into her right ear. It was followed closely by teeth grazing her ear lobe.  And the new voice was right; it would appear her former dance partner had moved on, his attention captured by a smaller and more voluptuous blonde woman a couple of grinding bodies away from her.  Perhaps she had taken too long to seal the deal.  Or perhaps... perhaps he was scared away.  Alex wasn't sure, but she knew the woman who had joined her had to have something to do with it.  Especially when the woman molded herself to Alex's back in a way the man had been incapable of.  Instantly, the brunette felt warm—flushed—as hands encircled her hips and started to guide her movements; following the beat with exceeding accuracy, adding rhythm and emotion to the circle of her hips, even guiding her into grinding her ass back into her.  Alex found herself lost to the beat for an entirely different reason this time.

 She moved her arms up as she closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around the neck of the woman behind her. All she could really see, when she did chance a look, were brown curls and the occasional heated glance from beautifully hazel eyes.  The hands on her hips had started to move, skirting over the fabric of her halter top—being bold enough to cup each breast and use nimble fingers to circle both nipples. The moan isn't louder than the music around them, but Alex swears the woman hears it.  The twist of the woman's mouth into a half-grin against her skin was enough of a tell.  She'd been expecting that reaction.  Alex continued to move, but it wasn't to the beat of the music, it was in search of the touch of the hands; her fingers had moved up into the lush hair of the woman behind her and were scratching at her scalp as she grasped and released in reaction to what the fingers were doing to her.

 In the midst of her haze, the woman's left hand as made it under the halter top and was now massaging Alex's breast and occasionally playing with her hardened nipple as her right hand skirted up.  Her nails lightly grazed at flushed skin as her tongue licked along beneath her left ear. At a particular heavy climax to the current song, she wrenched Alex's head to the left and licked from collar bone up to the corner of her jaw.  Alex shivered as her body lost itself in the sensation of being handled as such in the middle of a crowded dance floor.  Her breathing had long since surpassed heavy, and it wasn't quite panting.  But her body was on fire.  And the woman hadn't even done much of anything.  "Hmm, you smell delicious..." the woman rasped, before nipping at the outer shell of her left ear.  "I wonder if you taste just as good as you smell." She sniffed then along Alex's neckline, and laid an almost gentle kiss against the heavy beating pulse in her neck.

 "Would you like to find out?" Alex said breathlessly as her body stilled against the woman's hands.  The woman's lips spread into another grin, and her hazel eyes danced in the light. Alex wanted her to say yes.  Alex wanted her to take her on the dance floor, make her scream and let everyone know just what they were doing.  She wanted her to take her against the bar, or even in the disgusting bathrooms; from behind, from in front—whatever positions the woman wanted.  But all she could think about right now was that she wanted the woman to make her come, Jesus, she just wanted release.  

 "Hmm... perhaps," the woman said, bending her head down to nip at her neck just above where her pulse thundered.  "Do you want me to do it... right here?" she husked into Alex's ear as her left hand moved down from her breast and across the skin of her abdomen until her fingers danced at the button of her skinny jeans.

 "God, yes," Alex whimpered as she tried to push up into the woman's hand.  Her right hand moved down and took hold of the woman's hand, moving it to the crotch of her jeans, where she knows the heat is permeating the layers of her clothing.  Possibly even the wetness she could feel pooling there could be felt as well. "Make me scream," she whispered as she turned her head and managed to catch the underside of the woman's chin with her lips and teeth.

 "Oh I will darling..." she whispered.  "But I would prefer to have you naked and begging before you scream my name." Alex moaned at the thought and sank into the woman's hand as she applied pressure to the apex of her thighs.  "But right now?  I want you to grind on my hand," the woman said.  Alex didn't need to be told twice, as she started doing just that.  But before Alex could get very far, the woman removed her hand from where Alex had pushed it. "Ah ah ah, not just yet, my little minx," she teased.  Quickly, Alex was spun around to face the woman who had managed to play her body like an instrument and she took in the contours and the dance of light and shadow on the features of the woman just before she felt her pop the button of her jeans and slip her hand inside her jeans.  "No underwear?  Naughty, naughty," the woman grinned.  

 "You complaining?" Alex gasped as she felt the woman go straight for her clit. "It's giving you, oh god, easier access," she managed to get out before her head fell forward and her body started to grind hurried against the woman's magic fingers.  "Holy shit," she gasped and felt the heat start to rise up higher and higher.  The woman's free hand moved Alex’s long reddish-brown hair away from her neck as she started to kiss and nibble along her jawline and back to her pulse point. "Oh fuck," she whined just before the crest of the wave of pleasure hit her and she felt her orgasm take over just before a prick of pressure—only the slightest bit of pain—in her neck drew her attention.  And then she felt a stronger orgasm wash over her just as the first one had started and her body went extremely ridged in the feeling of her orgasms.  If the woman hadn't quickly removed her hand from Alex's pants to support her back as it bowed, she doubted she'd have stayed standing. Her legs felt like jelly, but she wasn't really complaining as light danced behind her eyelids.

 This was a high she never wanted to come down from.