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[agentmarymargaretskitz]

Captain Canary - "I'm not going anywhere."

(Sifting through prompts YEARS later- oops. But I'm in the S6 AU sandbox @firesoulstuff and I created with Future Rory)

The list of things Sara Lance had experienced was not for those with extreme empathy. Survived not one, but two shipwrecks. Spent her early adulthood in the League of Assassins. Died at two different points, one for longer than a few minutes. Kidnapped by Thanagarians was just another line on that list.

Being kidnapped and ending up galaxies away was one thing. It was a whole different thing being separated from Rory. Sara had fought tooth and nail to get out of the cell she'd been locked in, but every escape attempt failed. The next phase of her plan had been to take a few weeks to build up strength and make a break for it. Get out, find her daughter, and get home.

However, her team beat her to it.

The first person she saw was Behrad when her cell door opened. She heard him coming and nearly strangled him with the strip of her pants that she'd fashioned to serve as a makeshift garrote. Only when she realized he wasn't a Thanagarian guard did she let go.

"How?" Sara asked as the younger man coughed a few times. "Where is everyone else?"

"Distraction duty," called a familiar voice.

Sara looked up to see Leonard quickly moving into the room, the way he moved when time was of the essence. It had been at least weeks since she'd last seen him, and no telling how long it had been for him. But the way he walked over quickly to her made it evident it had been some time.

He practically fell against her, arms wrapping around her like he was expecting her to dissolve into mist.

Sara leaned her head against his chest. "I'm not going anywhere. It's me."

"I know," Leonard, never publicly touchy-feely, held on. He sounded so relieved. "I'm sorry it took so long to find you."

"They took Rory," she choked out. "I don't know if she's here."

Leonard's chin pressed against her forehead. "The others are checking right now."

"I didn't even get to say good-bye. I don't know where she is."

She felt him nod again. "We'll figure it out. She's sure of it."

His wording made her look up. "You found her?"

"In a way," Behrad interrupted. "But not this one. And we gotta move."

Leonard looked from him to her and slowly let her go. "You ready to go?"

"I've been ready since the day they took me from Earth," Sara slung her makeshift garrote over her shoulder. "Get me out of here."

[freyjaiam]

A6g

Captain Canary—Western AU— “Tell me again why you’re naked?”

“So… Tell me again why you’re naked?”

Sara and Mick shared a look before returning their gaze to Leonard, who was calmly leaning over a banister while taking in the sight of his wife and his best friend who were both naked as the day they were born. 

“You see, Boss… We were enjoying a drink down at the saloon…” started Mick.

“When Sheriff Hunter and his crew came in, saw us, and started a brawl,” continued Sara. 

“We managed to take most of them out with a few punches and bottles to the head,” said Mick, who then grunted in amusement. “Threw Hunter right out the swinging doors and into a big pile of horse shit.”

“Go on,” said Leonard, already amused by the story. He had on a black duster, something he could easily offer Sara, but he knew she’d have some sort of offense at the gesture. If she were cold or uncomfortable, she’d have asked for his jacket. Instead, she seemed to be enjoying being bare to the elements… And Leonard had to admit he was surprised Mick’s gaze didn’t wander more than it had already. Mick was doing his best to be loyal to him and respectful to Sara.

“Well he got right prickly after being tossed in the dung,” said Sara, eyes sparkling with glee as she tossed back her wet, muddy hair over her shoulder. “So he decided to cheat by bringing out his gun.”

“Always needing his toys to feel manly,” muttered Mick. “His gun jammed and we got the hell out. Decided to cut through the marsh...”

“Damn skirts weighed me down so I got rid of them,” said Sara with a shrug.

“And your excuse?” asked Leonard, looking to Mick.

“Well, hell, if she was gettin’ naked then so was I!” Mick let out a belch. “Wouldn’t be right to let her be the only one standing out if someone were to catch us.”

“You’re both filthy,” commented Leonard.

“Well, it was basically a swamp we just trod through,” said Sara, who cocked out her hip and placed her hand on it. “As if you don’t enjoy the view!”“Oh, I do,” said Leonard, his voice a low purr. He then turned his attention to Mick. “Go clean yourself up!”

Mick gave Leonard a salute then headed to the small part of their hideaway that was his and his alone. Leonard wasn’t sure if he’d actually go wash himself up, but he wanted Sara’s full attention. He straightened from his lean on the banister and moved down the porch. His boots thunked against the wood as he traveled down the steps. He grinned as he got to Sara, tipping up his hat slightly before reaching out with his gloved hand to trail a finger down her arm. She shivered at the contact. His blue eyes watched with keen interest as the cool air and her excitement worked together to pebble her nipples.

“Sara...” Another shiver. “Someone’s been bad...”

“You like it when I’m bad,” she said, stepping into his space, absorbing some of his warmth. 

“True... But I like it more when you don’t smell like a swamp.”

“Well, hell, did you want me to get caught instead?” asked asked, giving him a swat on the chest. Her hand was dirty and it left some residue on his shirt. He ignored it, instead pulling her in closer to him, making her squirm. “Leonard!”

“Yes?”

“Let me go!”

“Say pretty please,” he murmured into her ear and she sighed.

“You cheat. You know I’m a sucker for your drawl,” she murmured, pressing her lips to his.

“Not all of us... Can be... Proper folk,” he said between each kiss, his voice more breathless with each passed word.

“I’m not proper,” she said, biting his lower lip.

“Not anymore,” he countered, hauling her up flush against him. “How about we make ourselves a bath and continue this inside?”

“Yeah, good idea, the mud is starting to set.”

They took their bath. Took extra time to make sure each spot on their bodies was squeaky clean. They then settled on the sheets in the bed they called theirs for now, knowing it was only temporary because Hunter and his men could find their location at any time. When and if they did, the trio would move on as they always did. 

Because the only thing they really needed was each other.

Oh, and the money they kept stealing and stashing away throughout the county.

That, too.

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The winner for Best Work-in-Progress is: The Outline of Your Shape by IceBlueRose Congratulations @locitarose!

[blaineandsamevanderson]

Cold

:)  But of course and as I have several WIP’s....

“Is Captain Cold dancing with the White Canary or –andI’m hoping this is the case – did someone drug my blackberry mojito?”

“Lucky none of this needs to be kept cold,” he mused,slinging a bag of supplies down from his shoulder.

If Leonard recalled correctly, her name was CaitlinSnow…and given his affinity for cold related comments and puns, he was sure toremember that name.

“Youhave a bevy of cold related puns at the ready just in case.  I think your love of drama is welldocumented.” 

[queencanaries]

Black Siren vs. Killer Frost and Sara Lance vs. Oliver Queen

black siren vs killer frost

I’d probably back Black Siren on this one. But I wish she wouldn’t fight with Killer Frost but instead team up and then own DCTV bc I luv them both c: 

sara Lance vs oliver queen

Oliver Queen found dead in Miami. 

[captainwhogotthecanary]

For the drabbles, how about a follow up to the one where Sara makes out with herself and then tells Leonard he was right and she is a good kisser where Leonard finds out exactly what she meant by that?

Read the referenced drabble here.

Leonard waits until they’re in their room to ask Sara abouther comment.

“What did you mean, you’re a good kisser?”

She smirks. “I ran into myself, and we had to hide in plainsight. It was the easiest solution.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Pretendingto make out might’ve been more effective.”

“Maybe I was curious.” Her eyes sparkle. “Wouldn’t you be?

He shrugs. “I’d rather kiss you than myself.”

Sara’s smile softens, and she tugs him closer, a hand inhis. “Kissing you is better,” she agrees, “but now I know exactly how this feels.”

Her demonstration is effective.

[canaryatlaw]

Get To Know Me

Tagged by: @oreasa :) 

Rules: Answer the 20 questions and tag 20 amazing followers you would like to get to know better (20 is excessive but I’ll tag some)

Name: Rachel

Nicknames: Rach, some variant of my last name

Zodiac Sign: Aries

Height: 5′6″

Orientation: Straight

Ethnicity: Very White

Favourite Fruit: Nectarine

Favourite Season: Fall

Favourite Book: To Kill A Mockingbird

Favourite Flower: Tulips

Favourite Scent: Smoky wood like from a fireplace

Favourite Colour: Pink

Favourite Animal: Dogs

Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate?: Tea and hot chocolate.

Average Sleep Hours: it varies greatly, but probably like 6-8 and when I can sleep in more like 11-12.

Cat or dog person?: Dog (but I love cats too)

Favourite Fictional Character: Sara Lance

Number of blankets you sleep with: One

Dream Trip: TAKE ME BACK TO THE UK PLS

Blog Created: December 24th, 2009 (lol)

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[agentmarymargaretskitz]

Jefferson Jackson

For the first time in two years, he wishes he was Firestorm. 

The red skies come and he knows deep down that this is something only the heroes he once fought with can fight. Jax has come to readjust to normal life- he’s got a good job and an apartment and a girlfriend now. But seeing those skies makes him remember the old days. He wants to help his friends. Except he left that life behind.

Jax still is a hero that day. He makes sure people are safe in the building. Tells residents to stay inside, makes sure all the exits work just in case, goes to the Romanos below them with games so their kids can play Monopoly to keep their minds off the skies. He calls Lily and Clarissa to make sure they’re safe too. In the oncoming destruction, Jax is the one to keep the calm.

When the antimatter destroys Central City, he’s hugging his girlfriend. Part of him as died before. It’s scary, but not as scary as it could have been.

He greets death like an old friend.