i am literally so emotionally distraught for kendra saunders to find happiness and true love in the comics that i am literally starting to abandon my morals. literally the other night i was like, what if we invent a sara lance in dc comics? NOT! as white canary. not as anything but literally kendra's girlfriend. and i have vowed up and down this blog that sara will never appear in the comics and i know i'm right but like. kendra was going to fall to her death and didn't care i need someone in there dating and loving her FUCKING STAT
asdfghjkl I MEANT THE GOLDEN AGE HAWKGIRL I GET THE NAMES CONFUSED
Ok cool cool cool so you mean Shiera Hall then ye?
Bc total honesty, the one I’m most familiar w/ all around is Shayera Hol (Silver Age Hawkgirl) bc I did read a LITTLE more up on her bc of the JL cartoon & also her appearances coincided w/ my Zee reading so yknow. It was Fate
But just so I’m clear. This is First Gen Hawk/First Gen Canary ye? As a Short Thing?
here’s my very first fanvid!! my laptop editor was like...rlly bad and didn’t have many options BUT. i did my best and hopefully by the time i start working on my next one i’ll have found a better program!!
Fandom: Legends of Tomorrow
Ship: Sara Lance/Kendra Saunders
Rating: Explicit
Just some fun season 1 stuff set before Marooned. Might do another part if there is interest.
Taking more DCTV and MCU femslash prompts for the whole month. Open to AUs and even crossovers.
Kendra rubbed at the back of her sore neck as she made her way through the cold metal halls of the Waverider back to her bunk. Another failed mission which meant they were no closer to beating Savage. If she hadn’t been as exhausted as she was she might have been more frustrated about that fact.
She wished the other’s a good night as she finally reached her room, opened the door, and set foot inside. Once the door slid shut again she kicked her shoes off into the corner and immediately began stripping out of her clothes from the day and dropping them into the laundry basket against the wall until she was left in only her panties.
She stretched her arms over her head and let them fall to her sides as she made her way over to the bed, grabbing the over-sized t shirt she used as pajamas and pulled it on before climbing into bed. Soon as her head hit the pillow she was out like a light.
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It was another training session with Sara. Nothing particularly new. Intense sparring that had slowly devolved into something a bit more on the playful side. Bright smiles and and teasing words.
Before either of them knew it, Kendra had managed to get Sara flat on her back. Moving quickly, she pinned the blonde to the ground, straddling her waist with her hands on either side of her head. Both of them breathing heavily, chests heaving with each breath.
“I win,” Kendra announced, grinning down at the woman, proud of her achievement.
“Not bad, Birdy. You’re getting better.”
Sara smirked, letting Kendra have a few moments to feel accomplished before bucking her hips up suddenly and flipping the both of them over and causing Kendra to yelp in surprise
“But you can’t beat me just yet.”
“You couldn’t let me win just this once?” Kendra protested, struggling halfheartedly against her hold, laughing.
“Nope,” Sara said, looking down at her with a fondness in her gaze.
Slowly Kendra’s laughter died off and the tension hanging in the air was undeniable. Her tongue darts out to wet dry lips which brings Sara’s attention downwards.
The next moment she was leaning down and capturing Kendra’s lips in a deep kiss eliciting a surprised noise from the back of her throat. Before long she was kissing her back, pressing up as much as she could while still being held down. Sparks flying between the two of them.
Sara shifted her body but Kendra didn’t really notice until she felt her pressing a thigh between her legs, grinding against her making her moan against her lips.
“Oh, god, Sara,” she groaned as the woman pulled away to kiss and nip at the soft skin of her neck, Kendra arching up underneath her...
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Kendra woke with a gasp, her sleep shirt hitched up around her waist, hip thrusting hard against the pillow she must have shoved between her legs in her sleep. She wasn’t sure and she didn’t exactly care, far too turned on by her dream to think about anything but getting off right then and now. She didn’t care how.
Her eyes fluttered shut as her imagination took over from where the dream left off, picturing Sara slipping down her body, a sly look in her eyes as she slides her sweatpants and panties down and off her legs.
“Fuck,” Kendra moaned out deeply, one hand twisting into the fabric of the pillow, the other trailing up and under her shirt to toy with a nipple, grinding forward, sparks of pleasure shooting up her spine.
She can picture the way that Sara would look, placing soft kisses against the sensitive skin of the inside of her thighs making her tremble, groan, and beg for more. It would feel like an eternity before she finally put her lips around her clit, tongue flicking at the bud.
She could feel the hot pressure building in her gut, right on the edge of the release she needed. Her thrusts become erratic and fast, her thighs clamping tightly against the pillow as she rode it, chasing that pleasure. She bit down hard on her bottom lip to keep herself from crying out too loudly.
“Look at you,” Sara purred in her fantasy, slipping two fingers in her dripping wet heat while her thumb rubbed small circles against her clit, “Come for me, gorgeous.”
And Kendra was gone, crying out Sara’s name with her face pressed into the mattress as her orgasm washed over her, her toes curling tightly in the bed sheets, hips rocking forward as she rode through the aftershocks.
Rolling over onto her back her breathing was heavy as she gradually came down from her high. Unfortunately that meant as her head became clearer that she would have to deal with what had just occurred.
She’d just gotten off to a fantasy of her friend. Her friend that she was currently stuck on a time ship with for the foreseeable future. Her friend that she already had a little bit of a crush on.
falsealarm replied to your post: Anyway Sara’s going to the 1950s tonight and I...
DON’T YOU DARE YOU STOP THAT RIGHT NOW
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I’m gonna need you to STOP. I CANNOT be back on this brand of bullshit, I just CANT.
SORRY IT’S JUST i’m not sorry at all, these feelings are a part of me and they’re my exact perfect favourite tender melancholy.
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Sara who looks at a certain kind of 50s-style dress and just gets sense-memory, the way it felt foreign and awkward to have it swirling around her calves, the way Kendra looked at her and smiled and fixed her hair. Kendra’s voice when she whispered, “You look beautiful.”
(The way Sara’s heart seemed to grow a size whenever she heard something like that in Kendra’s voice.)
Sara who can’t quite think about skirts from that particular decade without suddenly remembering Kendra’s laugh in her ear and Kendra’s breath on her neck. Sara who remembers the feel of the fabric under her hands, soft and stiff at the same time, as she reached underneath to feel for the soft of Kendra’s thighs.
She sees Zari in a dress that, in what feels like another lifetime, could have belonged to Kendra. It’s been actual literal years since she was the kind of girl who got heartsick over her beautiful hawk princess and Kendra’s laugh hasn’t bounced off the walls of the Waverider in ages and Sara doesn’t even know if she’d want it to anymore, not after all this time. But the twirling hem of Zari’s skirt catches her vision out of the corner of her eye and for a moment Sara’s heart feels like it’s going to leap out of her chest entirely.
For a moment, Sara’s a rush of emotion and she doesn’t know what to say and then she turns and it’s just Zari, her friend who doesn’t know why Sara’s looking at her like she’s just seen a ghost. Who doesn’t understand why her cheeks are hot and she suddenly feels tongue-tied because why would she. That was a lifetime ago.
