#char: maggie sawyer

[simptasia]

ages of LOST characters when we first meet them vs the ages of the actors when they first started playing them. reminder that the starting point of LOST is september 22nd 2004. if a character’s age seems one less than sounds right to you its because their birthday is coming up. if a character is missing from this it’s because we don’t know their age in canon (looking at you, desmond)

jack shephard: 34 matthew fox: 38

kate austen: 27 evangeline lilly: 25

hugo “hurley” reyes: 25 jorge garcia: 31

james “sawyer” ford: 35 josh holloway: 35

sawyer says he’s 35. but lostpedia only has sawyer’s birthyear, 1968, making him 36. however an easy explanation for this is that sawyer has a birthday coming up in the post september to december range (like many other characters here) thus making the birthyear and what sawyer said still right

john locke: 48 terry o’quinn: 52

sayid jarrah: 36 naveen andrews: 35

jin-soo kwon: 29 daniel dae kim: 36

sun-hwa kwon: 24 yunjin kim: 31

claire littleton: 21 emilie de ravin: 23

charlie pace: 27 dominic monaghan: 27

okay so an odd thing happened here. we don’t actually know charlie’s age in canon, except that based on a statement from liam that he’s absolutely less than 30. and basically what happened is there was big debate on lostpedia, the general gist being he’s 25 to 28, until everybody just gave up and they slapped dom’s birthday on charlie’s page. and it’s still there to this day

walt lloyd: 10 malcolm david kelley: 12

walt’s actor was gonna age outta the role anyways due to the nature of lost’s timeline but their first mistake was casting a 12 year old. like, hello, puberty?

shannon rutherford: 20 maggie grace: 21

boone carlyle: 23 ian somerhalder: 26

danielle rousseau: 44 mira furlan: 49

ethan rom: 27 william mapother: 39

the consequences of season 5 are starting to hit

bernard nadler: 56 or 57 sam anderson: 58

ana lucia cortez: 29 michelle rodriguez: 27

eko tunde: 35 adewale akinnuoye-agbaje: 38

alexandra “alex” rousseau/linus: 16 tania raymonde: 17

benjamin “ben” linus: 39 michael emerson: 51

this isn’t even due to later timeline decisions, they just decided to do this

miles straume: 27 ken leung: 38

daniel faraday: 26 jeremy davies: 39

charlotte lewis: 33 rebecca mader: 31

and theeere’s the season 5 whammy. for those who don’t know (you must be new to my blog) dan and miles ages differ so much from their actors because when our guys are in 1977, it suited the story and characters better for miles to be a baby and dan to be an embryo (and char to be 6) at the same time. the writers were set on 1977 being the year everybody got stuck in and that’s how we get daniel faraday being an oxford professor at fucking 18

it’s something that gets funnier and sadder the longer you think about it

anyways. thank you for your time!

[thewidowsghost]

Agent Danvers - Chapter 10

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“I sure picked the wrong time to get rid of all my Kryptonite,” J'onn comments with a frown.

“You all right?” (Y/n) asks Kara, who had been incapaciated by the rogue Kryptonian.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” Kara replies, “just a little shaken. Where is he?”

“He disappeared into the city,” Alex tells Kara.

“Which is just what I don’t need,” J'onn answers, crossing his arms. J'onn starts down the hall, the three Danvers sisters following close behind. “A rogue Kryptonian on the loose just as the President is due for a visit.”

“Wait, the President is coming here?” Kara asks J'onn, the four walking down the stairs.

“Yeah, she wants to tour the DEO while she’s in National City to sign the Alien Amnesty Act,” Alex replies.

“It’s amazing,” Kara says, excitedly, “an executive order allowing aliens on Earth to come out of the shadows and live as full citizens. She’s making history.”

“Not in my book, I think she’s making a big mistake,” J'onn disagrees.

“Now, how can you of all people say that?” Kara asks, crossing her arms.

“Because it’s been my hard experience that humans and aliens don’t mix,” J'onn replies.

“What about you and me?” Kara asks.

“What about us?” J'onn echoes. “We can look like them, we blend in, a lot of aliens can’t. And people in this world don’t have much tolerance for others who are different.”

(Y/n) grunts in reply. “I could’ve told you that.”

. . .

(Y/n) stands next to Alex, Kara up front dressed as Supergirl to meet the President.

The crowd cheers as the President emerges from her plane, standing on the landing.

The President walks down the stairs with two of her guards.

All of a sudden, a beam of fire hits the stairs, blasting one of the guards and he falls forward down the stairs.

Screams of terror sound from the people as Kara, (Y/n), and Alex advance towards the President.

Kara, of course, gets to the President first, shielding the woman with her bright red cape.

The beam of fire stops, and Kara looks around at the wreckage, burnt tires, charred carpet, and her younger sister, clutching a burnt left arm.

(Y/n) feels Kara’s gaze on her, looking up from her arm to gesture at the President, waving her sister’s concern away with her right hand. It’s not like her arm wasn’t burning with pain, but that was something that could be fixed, she hoped, but the DEO’s relationship with the President was what was important right now.

. . .

“Where’s the President now?” Alex asks Kara and (Y/n), her arm now in a sling, burn cream spread all over her arm.

“They’re taking her back to the DEO,” Kara replies. “She was . . . she was so nice. And grateful, and she called me Supergirl.”

(Y/n)’s lips twitch amusedly. “Well, that is your name.”

“Yeah, I know that but . . .” Kara gazes dreamily into the horizon, “when she says it, it just sounds better. “‘Supergirl!” she straightens confidently.

Alex chuckles.

“How did anyone even vote for that other guy?” Kara asks.

“Well, when you’re done fawning over your new best friend . . .” (Y/n) teases. “The burn pattern is consistent with a heat-vision signature.”

“Our escaped Kryptonian’s been awake six hours and is already trying to kill the President,” Kara replies.

“Winn’s working on tracking him,” Alex tells Kara.

“You don’t know that it’s him,” (Y/n) replies, looking down over the red carpet.

“Well, in the meantime, we should gather whatever evidence we can find,” Alex replies. She looks over after a moment, catching sight of a woman she didn’t know, and she taps (Y/n)’s shoulder.

(Y/n) glances over and follows Alex over to the woman.

“Hey!” Alex says, and the woman, a Latina with long wavy brown hair, looks up. “What the hell do you think you’re doing in my crime scene?”

“Anyone ever tell you, all you Feds sound the same?” the woman asks.

“I swear,” (Y/n) jokes, “we must all watch the same shitty movies.”

The woman looks over Alex’s shoulder, her lips quirking into a slight smile before she turns back to Alex.

“Who are you?” Alex questions.

“Detective Maggie Sawyer, NCPD Science Division,” the woman, Maggie, replies. “We handle all cases involving aliens and things that go bump in the night.” Maggie pulls her badge out of her back pocket. “Showed you mine. Show me yours?”

Both (Y/n) and Alex reach into their back pockets, waiting for the badge to change to:

“Alex and (Y/n) Danvers, Secret Service.”

Both women show Maggie their badges before sliding them back into their pockets.

“I’m sure you mean well, detective, but this is a federal crime scene,” Alex replies, looking down at Maggie. “You’re contaminating my evidence.”

“I’m contanimating it?” Maggie echoes. “Your lackey over there is bagging charred carpet and crispy limo into the same Ziploc. I thought the Secret Service would pay closer attention to detail.”

Alex takes a step forward. “We have technology that makes your City PD lab look like an Easy-Bake Oven.”

“And us dumb local cops would never deduce that the Presdient’s assailant was either Kryptonian or Infernian,” Maggie replies coolly. “Both species have heat vision.”

“Thank you,” Alex replies.

“We’ll take it from here, Detective Sawyer,” (Y/n) says, trying to steer the conversation out of dangerous waters.

“The airport is within my jurisdiction,” Maggie replies.

“Your jurisdiction ends where I say it does,” Alex replies firmly.

Maggie is silent for a moment, watching Alex closely before she steps over, shaking (Y/n)’s good hand. “See you ‘round, Danvers,” Maggie tells Alex before walking away.

. . .

“Welcome to the DEO, Madam President,” J'onn greets the President, he, Alex, and Kara showing her around. (Y/n) is sitting in the Med-Bay, a machine healing the burnt and damaged tissue.

“I’m surprised, now that your true identity is known to the world, that you don’t live openly as your Martian self,” the President replies.

“I find that looking human makes people feel more comfortable,” J'onn reasons.

“Hopefully, my Alien Amnesty Act will change that,” the President says. “For you and everyone else from beyond the stars that have made Earth their home. I know the DEO’s mission is to hunt renegade aliens, but that mission is going to have to adapt.” She glances over at J’onn. “You disagree, Director?”

“I do, Madam President,” J’onn replies. “There are aliens out there, killers who wouldn’t understand the concept of the very rights you’re offering them. Evil creatures who could take advantage of your good will.”

“I imagine the very same thing was once said about you, J’onn J’onzz,” the President counters, smiling slightly, “but someone gave you the benefit of the doubt. Isn’t it time we paid that forward?” J’onn nods reluctantly. “I can think of no better time than the present to extend our hand in friendship.”

“Even if that hand gets bitten off?” J’onn questions.

“One has to have hope,” the President says.

“What if it’s false hope?” J’onn counters.

“It’s hope, J’onn. How can it be false?” The President smiles mischievously, walking towards the exit.

“Did you hear that?” Kara asks, still dressed as Supergirl. “They’re gonna quote her.”

“Well, she is the president,” (Y/n) replies, scratching the small of her back with her uninjured arm.

Kara glances, amused, at her younger sister before she says, “Okay, well I have to go. I’m conducting my first interview as a reporter.” Kara turns to (Y/n), “You wanna come.”

(Y/n) glances at J’oon for permission, and he nods.

. . .

“Ms. Luthor,” Kara and (Y/n) walk into Lena Luthor’s office.

“Nice to see you again, Ms. Luthor,” Yes, Lena had told (Y/n) to call her Lena, but this was her office.

“Please, Lena,” Lena replies, standing up to shake (Y/n) and Kara’s hands. “It’s good to see you again, (Y/n), Ms. Danvers.”

“Well, if I’m calling you Lena . . .” Kara smiles.

“Kara it is,” Lena says. Lena sits back down behind her desk. “If you have a parking ticket, I can have it validated for you.”

“No, it’s okay, we flew here,” Kara replies without thinking. “On a bus!” she adds hastily.

(Y/n) lets out a snort of laughter.

“Well, I’m glad to see you decided to give reporting a shot,” Lena says, offering (Y/n) and Kara the seats across from her. “Although if you’re here on the same day the President is in town -”

“I must be here to ask the sister of the most notorious alien-hater her take on the President’s executive order.”

“I want to show you something,” Lena slides her chair out, and moves over to a shelf with a few gadgets on it.”

“What is it?” Kara asks.

(Y/n) studies the object closely. “It’s an alien detection device,” (Y/n) guesses, standing up with Kara to look at the device.

Lena’s expression changes, and she looks at (Y/n) appreciatively. “It allows humans to find out who among them is not truly one of them,” Lena adds. “It’s not market-ready yet,” Lena goes on, turning and moving back towards her desk. “I mean, we’re still developing the prototype. But we aim to have this device in every store, in every town all across America.”

Kara jots a few things down on her notepad. “How does it work?”

“It’s just a simple skin test,” Lena replies, setting the device down on her desk. “Let me show you what a negative response looks like.” Lena places a thumb on the scanner, and it blinks green after a moment. Then, she holds it out to Kara. “Okay, now you try.”

But won’t a device like this . . .” Kara pauses. “Doesn’t it go against everything America is supposed to stand for? This country has always been a safe place for immigrants.”

“It’s also always been a country full of humans,” Lena replies.

Kara laughs nervously, “Just . . . Don’t you think this device will force aliens back into the very shadows the President is trying to shine a light on?”

Lena pauses before she continues, “If aliens want to be citizens, that’s now their right. But if humans wanna know which of their fellow citizens aren’t actually one of them, that’s their right too. I’m a business woman. L-Corp is in the business of making money, and this device is going to make us a fortune. Unlike my brother, I’m going to do it for the good of the world.” Lena moves around her desk, and while her back is turned, Kara uses her heat vision to try to change the composition of the device. “So,” Lena sits down at her desk, turning to study Kara; she offers her the device.

“Right,” Kara says, stepping forwarding and allowing herself to perform the skin test, and, like Lena, the light blinks green.

“See,” Lena says. “It works perfectly.”

“Yeah,” Kara replies, hiding her nervousness behind her smile.

(Y/n)’s phone rings, and she glances apologetically at Lena before she turns, answering Winn’s call, “Winn. Okay. I’ll meet her there. The arm’s fine. Okay. I’ll see you later.” (Y/n) turns around, to face the desk and the two women sitting on opposite sides, both look at her with concern. “Alex needs my help with something. Sorry, Kar,” (Y/n) hugs her sister. “Sorry about this, Lena.”

“It’s alright, go,” Lena replies, furrowing her eyebrows slightly. Who is she?

. . .

(Y/n) and Alex bust through the doors of the facility.

The other agents behind them search the facility, (Y/n) and Alex inching forward with huge guns leveled on their shoulders - (Y/n) had removed her sling.

“Hands where I can see them!” Alex orders, pointing her gun at the dark silhouette of a person.

“Al,” (Y/n) says, lowering her weapon.

Maggie Sawyer stands, turning to look at the two Danvers sisters.

Alex sighs, looking annoyed.

“Fancy fire powers for Feds,” Maggie remarks, lowering her hands.

(Y/n) turns to the agents behind her. “Clear the warehouse.”

“Don’t bother, your boy’s gone,” Maggie replies.

“How’d you find this place?” Alex asks as the other agents - minus (Y/n) - begin to search the warehouse.

“I’m a detective, Agent Danvers,” Maggie replies. “I detect. I’ve heard stories of black ops anti-alien strike team.”

“Not anti-alien,” (Y/n) mutters.

“Sounded like the boogeyman, but here y’all stand,” Maggie continues. (Y/n) crouches down, picking up the DEO-issued medical bracelet. “You’re DEO, aren’t you?”

Something crawls up from the bracelet onto (Y/n)’s hand, and (Y/n) looks down at the spider before smacking it - and killing it. (Y/n) takes note of the colors of the spider - red and blue. Strange.

“Winn, we missed him, he could be anywhere,” Alex turns to talk into her COMMs.

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DC Bombshells (2015-2017) + LGBT characters

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Supergirl (TV 2015) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alex Danvers/Maggie Sawyer, Alex Danvers & Kara Danvers, Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers, Maggie Sawyer, Minor appearances by Eliza Winn James Eve & Cat Grant, Some antagonism by Mike/Mon-El Max Lord and other minor chars Additional Tags: SuperCorp, Sanvers - Freeform, Harry Potter AU, Hogwarts AU, HP AU, Kara Danvers has no powers (?), but everyone else does, Lena Luthor is houseless, Some internalised homophobia, Age-appropriate depictions of relationships, Alex Danvers is a Quidditch champion, Unicorns at some point, Broken wand, Lets go into the Forbidden Forest WCGW?, Guess who the Dark Wizard is Summary:

After losing her entire family to an attack by a Dark Wizard, Kara Danvers is adopted by a magical family and sent to Hogwarts with her new sister. Everyone has magical powers -- except her.

Lena Luthor is a brilliant young witch from the most hated family of Dark Wizards the world has ever known. When she entered Hogwarts the Sorting Hat refused to sort her and she's been Houseless ever since.

(Supercorp HP AU with Sanvers)

[boba-t-butch]

I’m trying hard to be less ignorant and I’m really grateful for the education I’m getting but I can’t simply enjoy anything anymore cuz now I can’t unsee what’s wrong with it ALL THE TIME

[queercapwriting]

*Gasp!* A Star Wars AU would be amazing! Kara with a blue light saber and Alex with a green one, just like her Kryptonite sword, fighting bad aliens to keep the universe safe one planet at a time. And the whole space family traveling on a ship. ;)

They didn’t start training as younglings. Not officially, anyway.

Because the Jedi, everyone said, were all but extinct.

But Jeremiah and Eliza had always suspected otherwise. 

First, of their eldest, who could see things with a clarity others couldn’t; whose reflexes were almost inhumanly fast; who was so undeniably good that they couldn’t stop her from joining the rebel fleet as soon as she was old enough.

Barely old enough.

And second, their youngest. Adopted. 

The girl Alex had rescued after the Emperor’s forces destroyed Alderaan. Alex and her crew were some of those sent in search of survivors.

They didn’t find many. 

But they found Kara.

And Alex brought her home, and when he saw what she could do – like Alex, she could see things, hear things, but unlike Alex, she could control things, too, just a bit – Jeremiah couldn’t wait any longer.

Especially after Kara said she wanted to stay with Alex, in the rebel fleet.

There was no place for her anywhere else, anyway.

He couldn’t wait any longer: he gave both of his daughters what he should have given Alex the first time he left home.

For Kara, a blue saber; one he’d found in the charred remains of one of the old Jedi temples.

For Alex, a green one; one he’d built based on the blue, when she was a child, when he first started noticing, first started hoping, that maybe, the Jedi weren’t dead.

That maybe, the Jedi lived on, in his daughter.

And now, in both his daughters.

The Force wasn’t strong with him, but he knew enough – he remembered enough from the old days – and he taught them what he could before they left for war again.

Eliza knew more than she’d let on, all these years. She taught her girls even more than he could.

About control, about emptying themselves. About draining the emotion from their limbs and from their bloodstream, replacing it with the flow of the Force. Replacing it with their mission. With their connection to each particle around them.

They learned together. They grew together. They practiced together.

Until Jeremiah’s science research vessel was destroyed in crossfire of a battle with the Empire.

Destroyed by a TIE fighter that should have been shot down so much earlier.

And Alex shouldered the blame.

Because it was a gunner she’d trained that failed to pull the trigger on the TIE that destroyed her father’s ship, and when Eliza found out, she made sure Alex never forgot.

She was grieving, Kara tried to comfort her big sister. Eliza was grieving, she didn’t mean the things she was saying.

Alex wasn’t to blame.

Alex left that night, anyway. Left to seek training elsewhere.

Left to seek vengeance elsewhere.

“Whoa there, Danvers. I can’t just loan you my ship without knowing what you’re gonna do with it,” Maggie Sawyer had objected at the space port, and Alex itched for her lightsaber.

Itched for the ability to reach into Maggie’s mind with her own and change it.

But Maggie’s eyes were soft and steely and steady and understanding, and they cracked something open in Alex’s heart.

They reminded Alex that she had one.

“My dad’s dead,” is all she said.

And Maggie just took her hand, and sighed, and nodded. She knew.

She’d held Alex all night, that night.

All night, like she wished she could hold her every night.

“And you wanna... what? Go off after the Empire on your own?” Somehow, her words are gentle. Somehow, her words are understanding. Somehow, her words forgive Alex for every dark thought she’d ever had, every dark desire she’d ever wanted to succumb to.

“Jedi are always alone,” Alex reminded her, and Maggie tilted her head.

“No,” she re-corrected. “You’ve been training with Kara. That’s hardly alone. And Alex, just because you trained the kid that missed that TIE fighter... Battles are terrifying, Danvers. You weren’t the only one in that fleet. We both saw the same things. The same war. I helped you get Kara out, remember?”

She looked around, made sure no one was listening. Lowered her voice anyway. “I was the one who first told you I thought the Force was strong in your veins. Remember? So I know, Alex. I know. But not everyone has your reflexes. And not everything is your fault. And that can be intolerable, and unfair, and... I know. But you...”

Maggie sighed and drew her hair back into a ponytail. Alex keened at the loss of her hand on hers, and wondered, not for the first time, what it would be like to kiss her lips.

Even though she couldn’t, if she wanted to be a true Jedi.

Couldn’t, if she wanted to serve her people as best she could.

Couldn’t, but Maggie’s eyes...

Maggie was speaking again. She forced herself to focus. True Jedi need focus, not distraction. Discipline, not... love.

“Look, let me get a crew together. You wanna rejoin the rebellion without letting it look through the Empire that they’ve got a couple Jedi rising up? Alright. Let’s get Kara. And Luthor, Olsen, Schott. We’re better off together than we are alone, okay? Please?”

Alex chuckled unconsciously, and the tilt of Maggie’s head deepened. “What?”

“Nothing,” Alex chuckled again. “Just... something Kara says. That we’re stronger together.”

Her eyes drifted down to Maggie’s lips, and her heart leapt when she thought she saw Maggie’s doing the same.

Better off together than alone.

And looking into Maggie’s wide eyes, she started to believe it.

That maybe being a Jedi didn’t have to mean being alone.

That maybe bringing down the Empire didn’t have to be through a thirst for blood. Maybe it could be a thirst for... together.

And, for the first time since Jeremiah, Alex grinned, and Maggie’s hand was warm under hers.

“Alright, Sawyer. You’re on. Let’s get that crew together.”

[thewidowsghost]

If it's possible then 20 and 35 with Maggie sawyer (sg)

If not then you can choose one or the other :) have a nice day,!

20: Bandaging / Stitching up an Injury

35: Kissing their bruises and scars

Dude, this was supposed to be like a 500 word blurb, but this turned out to be 3 times as long . . .

Bandages and Kisses (Maggie Sawyer x BabyDanvers!Reader)

(Y/n)'s gaze falls on her sister and coworker - Alex - as she walks down the tarmac.

(Y/n) then sees an NCPD car pull up and her gaze falls on the woman bending down, looking at the charred red carpet.

"Hey! What are you doing on my crime scene?" (Y/n) asks, approaching the woman.

"Anyone ever tell you, all you Feds sound the same?" the woman asks, rising her feet. "It's like you all watch the same bad movies together at Quantico." The woman places her hands on her hips, but softens when (Y/n)'s eyes alight with amusement. "Detective Maggie Sawyer, NCPD Science Division," Maggie says, showing (Y/n) her badge. "We handle all cases involving aliens and things that go bump in the night. Showed you mine," Maggie says, referencing her badge. "Show me yours?"

(Y/n) pulls her badge out of her back pocket, waiting a moment for it to change to a Secret Service badge.

"Agent (Y/n) Danvers of the Secret Service at your service," (Y/n) says and Maggie's brown eyes twinkle in the light of the rising sun.

(Y/n) can't deny that the woman is attractive, especially the sun bouncing off her cheeks and brightening her chocolate brown hair.

. . .

The DEO agents bust into the warehouse, doors banging.

(Y/n) and her sister Alex lead the other agents down the stairs.

"Hands where I can see 'em!" Alex shouts and a figure rises from the ground raising her hands, turning around.

"Stand down," (Y/n) says, placing her handgun back into it's thigh holster.

"Fancy fire power for a Fed," Maggie says, her gaze falling on (Y/n).

"Clear the warehouse," Alex orders.

"Don't bother, your boy's gone," Maggie says.

"How'd you find this place?" (Y/n) asks curiously.

"I'm a detective, Agent Danvers," Maggie replies, placing her hands on her hips. "I detect. I've heard stories of black ops anti-alien strike teams," Maggie continues. "Sounded like the boogeyman, but here you stand," she says and (Y/n) shrugs apologetically.

Alex leans down, picking up a bracelet off the ground, looking annoyed. "Who's this?" the eldest Danvers asks.

"This is Maggie Sawyer, NCPD officer," (Y/n) says. "Maggie, this is my older sister, Alex."

"You're DEO, aren't you?" Maggie asks, turning her attention back to (Y/n).

"Winn, we missed him, he could be anywhere," Alex says, (Y/n) nodding to Maggie's question.

. . .

The next time (Y/n) bumps into Maggie, both women are walking down the street in opposite directions - (Y/n) actually bumping into the woman.

"Sorry - " (Y/n) pauses, meeting the woman's gaze. "Oh, hey, Maggie!"

"Danvers!" Maggie says with smile. "I'm just on my way to grab some coffee. You wanna come?" she asks.

(Y/n) perks up and nods, turning to walk in the same direction as Maggie.

(Y/n) flushes as the back of her hand brushes Maggie's but Maggie just looks over, smiling softly.

(Y/n) looks over at the same time, meeting Maggie's bright gaze.

Tentatively, Maggie takes (Y/n)'s hand, intertwining their fingers.

(Y/n) glances shyly away before she looks back over at Maggie.

"You're cute when you're shy, Danvers," Maggie comments with a smile.

(Y/n) flushes even more at the comment and Maggie laughs, her gaze soft.

The two walk down to the nearest coffee shop, their joined hands swinging slightly between them.

. . .

Three later has (Y/n) and Maggie cuddled together on the couch in (Y/n)'s apartment, watching a movie. Well, Maggie was watching the movie, but (Y/n) watching Maggie watching the movie.

(Y/n) studies her girlfriend's facial features, her gaze soft.

Maggie is slightly startled when (Y/n) stretches up, pressing a soft kiss to Maggie's chin where a scar lies.

"Hi there," Maggie says, whispering as (Y/n)'s face is so close to hers.

"Hi," (Y/n) says just as quietly, pressing another soft kiss to Maggie's right cheek where yet another scar lay.

Maggie's brown gaze softens, wrapping her arms tighter around (Y/n)'s waist.

"When are we supposed to meet your friends?" Maggie asks softly.

"I don't wanna go," (Y/n) mumbles into Maggie's shirt.

"We have to, (Y/n)," Maggie replies, nudging (Y/n)'s ribs with a hand.

Giggles erupt from (Y/n)'s mouth as Maggie digs her fingers lightly into (Y/n)'s ribs.

"Now come on," Maggie says, bumping (Y/n)'s temple with her nose, Maggie's nose brushing against a dark bruise there. "We've got to go."

. . .

"Another round's on its way," Kara tells her friends and older adoptive sister. "You okay, J'oon?" Kara asks, sitting down beside Alex at the table.

"Yeah, yeah," J'oon says, taking a sip of his drink. "It's just the first time I've been in this bar since, uh . . . M'gann left."

"Hey, I'm . . . I am very excited to meet (Y/n)'s new mystery man," Winn says.

"Hey, do we know what, um, what he does for a living?" James asks. "(Y/n)'s guy?"

"Cop," Alex says.

"Oh!" James says.

"Yeah, no way (Y/n) Danvers dates someone who doesn't own a firearm," Winn says.

. . .

(Y/n) takes Maggie's hand, the dark haired cop squeezing her hand comfortingly.

"Come on," (Y/n) says and Maggie kisses (Y/n) on the cheek.

(Y/n) leads Maggie over the table her friends are sitting at. "Hey, guys. You remember Maggie, right?"

James starts slightly. "Hey, yeah," Maggie waves. "Good to see you again."

"(Y/n)," Winn chuckles, both (Y/n) and Maggie turning to look at the shorter man, their eyes twinkling. "I didn't know. Did you know?" Winn asks the group.

"Yes, I knew, I'm psychic," J'oon says and (Y/n) grins.

"How come you never said anything before?" (Y/n) asks curiously.

"It's not for me to say," J'oon smiles. "Good for you, Little Danvers."

(Y/n) turns, meeting her eldest sister's gaze. Alex glances at Maggie then nods her approval, and Kara just beams.

"Told you," Maggie says, nudging (Y/n) fondly.

"Drinks up," Mon-El says, walking up, handing out the new round of drinks.

"Hey! Hi!" (Y/n) gets Mon-El's attention.

"What's up?"

"Um, well, I just wanted to let you know," (Y/n) pauses, wondering what the Daxomite is going to think, "Maggie and I are dating."

"Oh, that was the thing. Okay," Mon-El says nonchalantly. "Okay, that's . . . Is that like a problem here on Earth or . . ."

"Oh, well here, some people don't support that, you know," (Y/n) says.

"Oh, on Daxam it's the more the merrier," Mon-El says. "So, drinks for you guys?" Mon-El asks.

"Yeah," (Y/n) says.

"Hey, do you play pool?" Maggie asks Winn and (Y/n) bites back a laugh.

"Yeah," Winn says, looking up from his drink.

"No you don't," (Y/n) says, her eyes sparkling.

"It is geometry with sticks, folks," Winn says and (Y/n) lets out a breath of laughter. "Pool is easy."

(Y/n), looking relieved, places a hand to her forehead.

"(Y/n)," James says.

"Yeah?" (Y/n) asks.

"Congrats."

"Oh, thank you," (Y/n) says, returning James's hug.

"Yeah," James replies.

"(Y/n), my bets on your girl," J'oon says, getting up from the table.

"Yeah, thanks, me too," (Y/n) says, smiling at the man.

(Y/n) sits down at the table, watching Maggie and Winn playing pool. Alex takes a seat beside her youngest sister.

"My baby sister's growing up," Alex says, and (Y/n) turns, smiling at her sister. "I'm so proud of you. Dad would be too."

"I wish I'd known him," (Y/n) says sadly. (Y/n) had never known their father, their mother Eliza being pregnant with (Y/n) when Jeremiah had disappeared.

Mon-El walks over and hands (Y/n) her drink.

"Thanks, Mon-El," (Y/n) says, taking a sip of her drink.

(Y/n) lowers her glass, but then she lets out a yelp as a ball flies towards her, shattering the glass in her hand.

Maggie immediately moves over, taking (Y/n)'s hand gently in hers.

. . .

(Y/n) closes her eyes tightly as Maggie pulls the glass out of her hand.

The two had returned to (Y/n)'s apartment and Maggie is helping pull all of the glass out of (Y/n)'s hand.

"Sorry," Maggie murmurs every time (Y/n) lets out a pained whimper. "Last one," Maggie says softly, her gaze softening as she meets (Y/n)'s teary gaze. Maggie pulls the last piece of glass out of (Y/n)'s hand.

Maggie takes (Y/n)'s uninjured hand and pulls the woman to her feet and leads (Y/n) to the sink.

"This'll sting," Maggie murmurs, grabbing the hydrogen peroxide.

(Y/n) lets out a hiss as the antibiotic stings her hand.

"I'm almost done," Maggie says grabbing some gauze and wrapping (Y/n)'s hand.

"Thanks, Maggs," (Y/n) says softly, leaning over, pressing a kiss to Maggie's lips.

"It's no big deal," Maggie flushes.

"But it means a lot to me," (Y/n) says, her voice soft with affection.

"Well, I suppose I should go," Maggie's statement is more of a question.

"Stay," (Y/n) murmurs.

"You sure?" Maggie asks.

"Never more sure of anything," (Y/n) says, tucking a stray hair behind Maggie's ear.

"I don't have anything to change into," Maggie says.

"Come on," (Y/n) holds out a hand, and Maggie takes it.

(Y/n) leads Maggie into her room, pulling a pair of athletic shorts and an oversized t-shirt form her dresser drawer, passing them to Maggie.

A minute or so later, both (Y/n) and Maggie had changed into pajamas and cuddled together in (Y/n)'s bed.

(Y/n) rests her head on Maggie's chest, Maggie wrapping her arms around (Y/n)'s waist.

"Love you," (Y/n) says sleepily, her eyes fluttering closed.

"I-I love you, too," Maggie says softly, pressing a kiss to (Y/n)'s bandaged hand.

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[lgbtincomics]

✨  Badass DC lesbians  ✨

- Lesbian Visibility Day (April 26th) -

[unsungjustice]

(   *   VERSE :   DEAD  BY  DAYLIGHT !

cultists .   that  was  all  kate  thought  she  was  dealing  with .   another  bunch  of  gotham’s  special  flavor  of  kooks  trying  to  turn  the  city  into  the  heart  of  darkness  or  summon  an  old  god  or  whatever  they  were  up  to  this  week .   even  in  the  dead  of  winter  these  people  couldn’t  take  a  break  from  being  absolute  freaks .   the  latest  lead  took  her  out  to  the  charred  ruins  of  an  old  abandoned  factory  building  that  had  gone  up  in  flames  two  days  prior .   it  was  supposed  to  be  a  simple  sweep ,  get  what  she  could  from  it  and  maggie  would  join  her  when  she  got  away  from  the  rest  of  the  major  crimes  unit . 

the  cultists  had  been  there ,  that  was  for  certain ,  but  they  were  long  gone  now  and  she  didn’t  think  anything  of  the  dense  dark  fog  cascading  from  the  ceiling  like  a  slow - moving  waterfall  and  rolling  through  the  burnt  up  factory  until  it  was  too  late .   too  late  to  run ,  too  late  to  fight  back  against  the  black ,  spindly  legs  that  emerged  from  within  the  darkness  to  seize  her  arms .   they  lifted  her  with  unfathomable  ease ,  more  breaking  through  the  murk  to  grip  her  legs  and  then  her  middle  to  halt  her  struggle   ------   and  god ,  did  she  try .

when  captain  sawyer  finally  arrived  to  the  scene  an  hour  later ,  all  she  found  were  the  batwoman’s  footprints  in  the  slushy  mix  of  ash ,  soot  and  snow .   they  led  into  the  center  of  the  main  room  and  abruptly  stopped   ------   as  though  she  had  simply  vanished .  

kate  kane  was  never  seen  again  and  her  body  was  never  found .   it’s  a  cold  case  her  wife  swears  to  pursue  for  the  rest  of  her  life ,  ignorant  of  the  impossible  truth  :   that  kate  awakened  by  a  campfire  surrounded  by  strangers  in  a  realm  that  none  of  them  belong to ,  feeling  lost  and  desperate .   while  maggie  tirelessly  searches ,  kate  endures  trial  after  vicious ,  bloody  trial  in  hopes  that  she’ll  find  a  way  to  escape  and  return  to  her  wife  and  family .

[biologicalengineer]

💝 can i sent it eight times

THE MEME FOR PEOPLE WHO LOVE HAPPINESS. || not accepting.64. your muse tickles mine

          it’s another failed cooking excursion.  alex had been trying to make stir-fry, only to horribly scorch three-thirds of it.  she’s feeling kind of bummed out about it.  she’s never been as inspired as she is to cook since she’d gotten together with maggie.  it has a lot to do with how, even now, she wants to impress her.  they’re about to married, and alex still wants to impress her.

         but, she digresses.  they’ve ordered in, again, and alex is currently cleaning up the remnants of her disaster.  she doesn’t hear or see maggie coming up behind her until she’s got her.  it’s rare that anyone is able to sneak up on alex, but she’s got her guard down, and maggie’s special.  what she doesn’t expect, however, is the sudden hands at her sides, trying (and very much succeeding) to tickle her. alex bursts out laughing immediately, thankfully having already put down what she was holding.

         “babe!” she yelps, smiling wide and laughing harder than she has in weeks. “BABE, no, no, no!—ohhh–my god!” alex turns around, playfully combating maggie with her hands as they more or less start a little wrestling match right there in the kitchen. “maggie sawyer, i almost threw charred vegetables everywhere!”

[letswreakhavoc]

What she says: I'm fine

What she means: what the hell do you think you're doing? Anyone ever tell you all you Feds sound the same, it's like you all watch the same bad movies together at quantico. Who are you? Detective Maggie Sawyer NCPD science division we handle all cases involving aliens and things that go bump in the Night showed you mine now show me yours. Alex danvers secret service. Look detective I know you mean well but this is a federal crime scene you are contaminating my evidence. I'm contaminating it? Your lackey over there is bagging charred carpet and crispy limo into the same zip lock I thought the secret service would pay closer attention to detail. We have technology that makes your city pd lab look like an easy bake oven. And us dumb local cops would never deduce that the presidents assailant was either kryptonian or infernian both species have heat vision. Thank you, we'll take it from here. The airports within my jurisdiction. Your jurisdiction ends where I say it does. See you around danvers

[ao3feed-sanvers]

The Sun and The Moon

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2ufcRW9

by Misskitty666

(Bad at summaries (and Titels)

After the Dexamite Invasion everyone is helping to rebuild the city again and repair the damage done. By the remains of a crashed ship a mysterious girl is found. Was she one of them? This was very unlikely, the lead in the atmosphere should be deadly for her. Could they take this risk tho?

(Makes it seem like it just about the OC, but its not, its more for the lead up only)

Words: 331, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, Multi

Characters: Lena Luthor, Kara Danvers, Cat Grant, Alex Danvers, Maggie Sawyer, Luna (OC)

Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers/Maggie Sawyer, Winn Schott Jr./Lyra Strayd, J'onn J'onzz/M'gann M'orzz

Additional Tags: Original Character(s), Near Future, Light Angst, slight au-ish, Time Skips, Maybe A Little crossover-ish later on, Minor Violence, Mild Language, adding more chars when story goes on

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2ufcRW9

[queercapwriting]

"Prompt: Maggie says no.” from the hard-hitting (and I effing love it) @foreverblueraven and @goodslothnoodle “Please fix the proposal   That one kind of sucked” and @laurarasmith “ Also sanvers rationally talking about getting married cause like ok. They can be engaged. Sure. But can we plz get the logistics conversation” and @ahhveee “I'm really conflicted about the proposal...but like post-proposal Maggie saying yes but also her getting assurance from Alex that this isn't only a reaction to everything that happened and it's really something Alex wants” and @sanvers-cuddles “In anyway you see it but like could there be more of a build up to the proposal”

Other proposal fic here: https://queercapwriting.tumblr.com/post/160971754574/we-need-a-continuation-of-that-proposal-more

There was a time when she would stiffen and grab her gun and body slam anyone who came up behind her and touched her like that.

But Maggie has asked -- “May I?”, she’ll always say, always softly, never expectantly -- so many times that Alex has just told her, please, please, please, I love when you hold me like this, you don’t have to ask.

So there was a time when she could have literally killed someone for doing just what Maggie does.

But now? Now, Alex sinks back into her touch, her warmth, her comfort, her love, her support, immediately. She revels in the feeling of Maggie’s chin on her shoulder, Maggie’s body solid and strong behind hers.

“She’ll be okay,” Maggie tells her, and Alex tries to believe her.

“I hope so,” her voice trembles slightly, because a week ago, Kara almost lost her.

Yesterday, Kara almost lost Lena. Today, Kara lost a piece of her past. Today, Kara watched her city exploding around her, and Alex knows -- because Alex feels it too -- that Kara is blaming herself.

She feels Maggie staring at her, and she thinks about her promise to Kara.

To never let Maggie go.

The tears in Kara’s eyes, the lilt in her voice.

How far she’d come with Maggie, how much she tried.

How much Alex’s almost dying -- almost, almost, almost, she reminds herself -- had brought her sister and her girlfriend together.

But she doesn’t want Maggie to just be her girlfriend.

Not anymore.

“Hey,” Maggie is saying, pulling back slightly and taking Alex’s hands into hers. “I know the Danvers girls, you don’t break easy -- “

Her voice is soft and it’s smooth and it’s the most soothing thing Alex has ever heard, and Alex has always been impulsive, but Kara had basically given her blessing, and she needs her, god, she needs her, because what if she lands in the hospital during the next war -- and there will always be a next war -- and Alex can’t get to her without being her wife, her wife, god, Maggie Sawyer’s wife.

It’s never appealed to her before. She’s never understood it.

But this woman, this woman with the calloused heart and soft hands, with the tender soul and sharp wit? This woman, comforting Alex about the Danvers girls, her Danvers girls --

“Marry me.”

Her eyes search Maggie’s face and she watches as the slight smile, the affirmation, on Maggie’s face melts into terror. Melts into incomprehension. Melts into disbelief.

Because she’s always been worthless, and she’s always been disposable.

And when she hasn’t been, she hasn’t trusted it. She’s blown it up in her own face. Like she deserves.

But Alex Danvers? Alex Danvers, with the wide eyes and the desperate voice?

Alex Danvers who has almost died more times than Maggie can count in the last few weeks alone, Alex Danvers who has held on for her and is holding on to her hands and is saying... What the hell is she saying?

“Excuse me?”

And Alex nods before she speaks, like she understands Maggie’s disbelief, like she understands Maggie’s shock. Like she’s feeling it too, but god, god, god, Alex took her by the forearm and pulled her into their first kiss in the bar, and she’s doing it again, now, because we should marry the girls we want to marry, and she wants to...

“Seriously? Marry me. Please?”

She breathes the last word and Maggie doesn’t know when Alex’s hands went to her shoulders, and she doesn’t know when her heart started flying out of her chest and her ears started buzzing, but she knows her mouth is smiling, her eyes are smiling, because god, god, god, she loves this woman.

She loves this woman, loves her like she’s never loved anything, and she’s never been wanted like this, wanted like...

Wanted like Alex nearly died, and Alex nearly blew up her own sister, and Alex nearly cost planet Earth its existence, and Alex nearly lost everything.

“Yes,” Maggie whispers in tandem with her eyes. 

“Yeah?” Alex breathes, and Maggie nods, but then she shakes her head, because yes, yes, yes, but also no, no, no.

“Yes, one day, Alex. One day, I want to marry you.” She stops smiling and she steps back, and she hates herself -- hates herself like she hated herself the night Alex first kissed her -- and she shifts Alex’s hands from her shoulders to her own hands.

“One day,” Alex repeats like she was just punched in the gut, and Maggie brings Alex’s limp knuckles to her lips.

“Yeah. Yeah. Yes. But Alex, I don’t... I don’t even know what marriage means to you. What it would change for you. For us. We don’t live together yet, not really, and finances, and our dog -- when do you want to get a dog? -- I just... I want a lifetime of firsts with you, Alex, and I want marriage to be in there. Once, to be clear. Just once. To you. But not... Alex, you almost died, and then the Daxamites, and then -- “

“What, you think I haven’t thought this through?” Her eyes are wide and her eyes are pain, and Maggie steps back closer to her and thanks the goddesses when Alex doesn’t shrink away from her touch.

“I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been thinking about it, Alex. With all that’s been happening... hell, even before that. But we haven’t figured out... what does it mean to you? To get married?”

“Till death do us part and all that. Seems pretty relevant nowadays, huh?” Her eyes are wet and so is her voice, and Maggie gives a dry chuckle.

“But that’s exactly my point, Alex. I don’t want you to... I’m ride or die for you, Danvers, you know I am, but we don’t have to rush, we don’t have to -- “

“But what’s the difference? Between you saying you want a lifetime of firsts with me and me saying I want to marry you?”

“Babe, getting married... that lifetime of firsts suddenly includes a lot of joint housing and financial decisions, and a lot of... it’s forever, Alex. And I want forever with you. But it’s miles from where we are: we just started this thing, you and me. And I want to treasure every bit of it. I want to treasure the conversations we have to have about dogs, and kids, or no kids, and careers and apartments and bank accounts and life goals and compatibilities and where we want to be in five years, ten, forty. I want to treasure the conversations we have to have about my parents and your extended family and planning mutual proposals with Adrian. I want to treasure talking about what kind of rings we want and designing wedding dresses or suits with Winn -- do you want to get married in a dress? -- and I want to treasure figuring out retirement funds and taxes and last name changes and illness and health care and all of it. I want to treasure all of it, Alex. I don’t want to do it while we’re mourning and grieving and recovering.”

“But we’ll always be mourning and grieving and recovering.” Alex’s voice is small, and it breaks Maggie’s heart in as many ways as a heart can possibly be broken. And more.

She pulls her down for a soft kiss, and Alex parts her lips, kissing her back eagerly.

“Yeah. But not like we are today, babe,” Maggie tells her when they press their foreheads together, and Alex nods.

Nods because the taste of water still burns in her lungs and the taste of Daxamite ash still chars her nose.

“So you’re not saying yes, but you’re not saying no.”

“I’m saying, not right now. But ask me again sometime,” Maggie smiles, and lets Alex draw her close into her body somewhat warmly, somewhat possessively.

“You love me?” Alex asks, because the logical part of her brain hears Maggie, understands her. Agrees with her, even. But every single other part of her is trembling with fear.

That she’s said too much, that she’s offered too much, that she’s demanded too much. 

That Maggie will leave because she’s failed. Again.

“I love you through and beyond, Alex Danvers,” Maggie whispers against her lips, and that?

That is good enough for Alex.

[lgbtincomics]

Favorite LGBT couples (as voted by our followers): 6/10 → Kate Kane and Maggie Sawyer  

“Do you still want to marry me?” “Yes.” “Then ask me again.” “Maggie Sawyer, will you please marry me?” “Yes… of course. Always.”

[ao3feed-supercorp]

The Sun and The Moon

by Misskitty666

(Bad at summaries (and Titels)

After the Dexamite Invasion everyone is helping to rebuild the city again and repair the damage done. By the remains of a crashed ship a mysterious girl is found. Was she one of them? This was very unlikely, the lead in the atmosphere should be deadly for her. Could they take this risk tho?

(Makes it seem like it just about the OC, but its not, its more for the lead up only)

Words: 331, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, Multi

Characters: Lena Luthor, Kara Danvers, Cat Grant, Alex Danvers, Maggie Sawyer, Luna (OC)

Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers/Maggie Sawyer, Winn Schott Jr./Lyra Strayd, J'onn J'onzz/M'gann M'orzz

Additional Tags: Original Character(s), Near Future, Light Angst, slight au-ish, Time Skips, Maybe A Little crossover-ish later on, Minor Violence, Mild Language, adding more chars when story goes on

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[lgbtincomics]

Kate Kane + girlfriends | Batwoman: Rebirth