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another chapter of last car!
Guys! Another chapter of Last Car, not even a week after the last one!
Just one left after this. It's half-written so it will take a bit more time. But today's is the longest chapter in the fic by far, so there's plenty to keep you busy while you wait.
I forgot to mention that this fic is accessible to logged-in users only. Sorry.
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This is my writing blog. I will post updates here. I follow back from sxbstantialfxndom. My name is Argos and I use he/they pronouns. I was born in 1998. I've been writing consistently on AO3 since 2015. My username on AO3 is embracedself.
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"Happy New Year's. I Love You."
Alex and Maggie get away from the big city to celebrate New Year's, spending the holiday in a cozy cabin in the woods. Maggie reflects on the little moments spent with the ones she loves.
Happy New Year, #Sanvers Fam! <3
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Chapter 66 of the Soviet space AU I started in...2018.
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I thought it might be fun to post some of the books/films read/watched while "researching" this fic over the years, so I'm going to try to include a few with each update.
The Day Lasts More than a Hundred Years by Chingiz Aitmatov, a First Contact story interwoven with Kyrgyz folklore and a realist tale about the space program's impact on Kazakh traditions. Brilliant, beautiful book. Also harrowing. You'll never forget the mankurt.
Jamilia. Aitmatov's novella set on a Kyrgyz collective in which a woman falls for an injured veteran while her husband is off fighting World War II. It's told from the POV of a her brother-in-law, a young boy who not only roots for the lovers but finds inspiration in their story. A captivating, radical work that at its heart is about shipping and creativity.
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.
+++
“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.”
+++
“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.
+++
“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.”
+++
“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.
will you be my (fake) date?
To get her mother off her back about the fact that she's single, Alex takes Maggie as her fake date to Kara's wedding, which would be fine, if Alex wasn't in love with her.
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It's a sanvers fake dating au because I couldn't help myself and it's filled with all the classic fake dating tropes. This fic was written as part of the Secret Sanvers Winter Holiday exchange. Happy Holidays!
hey, i saw your post and maybe you could write some sanvers? im personally a fan of angst but anything is totally fine!
i dont know if thats too vague? if it doesnt really get you out of writers block im sorry :(
Thank you for your request!! I hope this does it justice!
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Chapter 7
Lena lets people into her life and J'onn loses a bet.
When Alex shows up to work that Monday, James and Winn are already huddled in the team’s meeting room. She marches straight over to them, furious. She jabs a finger into Winn’s chest, then James’, regretting the latter instantly. “OW! Dammit, Olsen, eat more processed carbs! Anyway – WHY weren’t you guys answering my texts and calls after that damn useless ‘don’t worry, we fine’ from Winn and ‘we got Lilian’ from James?!” She asks.
“Well, whaddyou want us to say?“ Winn asks, grinning. “We got our gurl. You got yours?” He’s full-on smirking now, clearly proud of his smooth transition. “We heard ‘bout your date with LJV.”
Alex makes a strangled sound. “Honestly, I’m gonna kill that–” Kara comes sauntering in, wearing a giant shit-eating grin on her face. “How convenient,” Alex growls.
Kara is oblivious to her sister’s rage. “What’s up, you guys?” She beams.
James quirks a suspicious eyebrow at her. “Did you have a good… sleep?”
“On the contrary,” Kara says. “I’ve discovered that not sleeping for 36 hours straight is totally fine. Amazing, even.”
“ANDD, I think you owe me some big bucks,” Winn whispers triumphantly to James, whose sour expression does not go unnoticed by Alex. “I mean, just look at that just-got-laid smile, I mean like, how’s she even fitting it into her face? It’s ridiculous! And thirty-six hours?? Jesus Christ. How’s she even walking?”
James smacks him. “Get the gutter out of your brain, Schott! Knowing Kara, they were probably doing scrapbooks together or something.”
Alex narrows her eyes at the two of them and prods James in the ribs. Again, she ends up regretting it instantly. “UGH, stupid damn abs!” She cradles her possibly broken wrist and glares pointedly at the man. “Get those things under control, Olsen! And what were you guys talking about?!” When no one replies, she goes for the weaker link. She takes a couple of intimidating steps towards Winn, who starts backpedaling frantically, eyes filled with genuine panic. “Winnslow Schott Jr,” Alex begins, voice practically humming with murderous intent. “Were you betting on us?” The innocent smile he’s attempting to plaster to his face looks a lot more like the pained grimace of a man on death-row.
“What? No…? What are you talking about?” He squeaks, still retreating.
J’onn strides in just as Alex is about to commit double, possibly triple homicide. She clears her throat and straightens to face her commanding officer. The violent crimes would have to wait. J’onn nods at them. “Good job everybody. As you have already heard,” He inclines his chin at Alex. “We have successfully apprehended Lillian Luthor and she has since been transferred to a maximum security prison. Lex, unfortunately, is still languishing in some local detention facility somewhere, on tax evasion charges. But we’re in negotiations with the local cops and we’ll soon get the bureaucratic red tape cleared up. We’ll have him in our custody in no time.”
There’s a loud cheer and a round of hugs and high-fives. J’onn goes on to split the rest of the team into three work-groups to deal with some of the post-mission tasks they had to get done. Once he’s done with the administrative briefing, he turns to Alex “Got any loose ends to tie up?” She asks, eagerly. If she can’t kill her own team members, then some no-good criminal would have to do.
J’onn shakes his head and just grins at her. “Just for the record, I had my money on you.” He says, already turning to leave. “Guess Lil’ Danvers has more game than we thought.”Alex is still spluttering with outrage as he walks away.
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