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bi-bard · 2 years

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That’s My Ride or Die - Leonard Snart & Mick Rory Imagine (DC's Legends of Tomorrow)

Title: That’s My Ride or Die

Pairing: Leonard Snart & Mick Rory X Platonic!Reader

Based On: Best Friend

Word Count: 562 words

Warning(s): mentions of break-up

Summary: A collection of moments between Leonard, Mick, and the human equivalent of a puppy, (Y/n). They take the form of the most chaotic trio in the universe.

Author's Note: I think this is quite cute.

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I don't think anyone could've guessed the consequences of putting me on a ship with Leonard Snart and Mick Rory.

By all accounts, we should've hated each other. I had dedicated myself to protecting anyone I could... they were thieves with ice and fire guns that seemingly only cared for themselves.

But somehow, the three of us ended up being best friends. While there was a whole team around us, we each seemed more tied to each other than anyone else. Neither one of us could quite explain it. It just kind of worked out that way.

The first memory I have of how close we were was after a particularly embarrassing break-up.

I had been trying to maintain a relationship with someone on Earth that definitely didn't deserve the effort. After they had pulled the plug, I found myself hiding away in the kitchen. I wasn't really doing anything. I was just sitting there, quiet and disconnected.

I barely registered Leonard and Mick coming in to sit with me.

"For what it's worth," Leonard said. "They were a nightmare to be around."

I let out a scoff. "Of course, you would say that."

"I could burn them," Mick offered.

"I... I think I'm alright, thanks," I replied. "Why are you being so nice?"

"Because you're one of the few people on this ship that isn't completely irritating," Leonard shrugged.

"We're friends then," I asked.

"Sure."

"Best friends?"

"Don't push it."

I just chuckled. Yeah, that was the beginning of us being best friends.

My next favorite memory was while we were on a mission.

Rip had sent the three of us off on a task together. Poor choice on his part, but it had all worked out in the end. As we watched everything seemingly fall into place, I got just a little bit excited.

"Oh, hell yeah!"

Leonard and Mick both quickly looked at me. They both seemed a bit shocked. It took me a moment to realize that they were staring.

"I can cuss, y'know."

"It's just strange..."

"Always pictured you as a small... pug," Mick added.

"A pug," I asked.

"Pretty accurate comparison," Leonard added.

"I hate both of you."

"No, you don't," Leonard replied. "Now, come on, Rip doesn't like to be left waiting."

I rolled my eyes but followed close behind them. "I don't hate you guys."

"We know," Mick grumbled.

I chuckled.

It was times like these that I thought about those moments. The ones that made me happy. The ones that never failed to put me in a better mood.

Sometimes I needed them.

It's not because something bad had happened... Mick was just throwing up and I was sitting on the floor next to him. I needed the reminder about why I would choose to do this.

"You alright," Leonard asked as he walked in.

"I'm waiting for him to pass out, so I can make sure he doesn't choke on his own tongue," I shrugged.

"You can go change," he motioned toward the door. "I'll take care of him."

"Thank you."

I stood up and started walking out.

"I love you guys."

"Love you too," Leonard nodded. "And I'm sure Mick would say the same if he were sober."

I gave him a thumbs up before walking out of the room.

It was chaos, but I loved these boys. No matter what.

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#dc x reader #dc imagine #dc fanfiction #fanfiction #imagine #x reader #legends of tomorrow x reader #legends of tomorrow imagine #legends of tomorrow fanfiction #leonard snart x reader #leonard snart fanfiction #leonard snart imagine #mick rory fanfiction #mick rory x reader #mick rory imagine

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greta--gill · 2 years

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it’s a serious thing (to live and to love)

Rating: M

Words: 5.3k

Status: 4/4 (Complete!)

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Summary:

Something is different, now, when they meet up, and both Sara and Ava can sense it, even if they’re both too nervous to comment on it.

Still, their touches linger a little bit longer – Sara holds onto Ava, each of them on a different side of the threshold, for almost a full minute when she answers the door; Ava cradles the back of her head, pressing her nose into her hair – and they enjoy how familiar it all feels. It’s nice to have loved someone long enough that they’ve become familiar.

“I made these for you,” Ava offers up a glass container of snickerdoodles.

Sara’s eyes light up. “My favorite.” She grins. “And the best kind of cookie.”

Rolling her eyes affectionately, Ava groans. “You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

(Or, the final installment. Some things are finally, <i>finally</i> starting to change.)

[read it on ao3]

#my writing #avalance #fanfiction #ava sharpe #sara lance #legends of tomorrow #dc's legends of tomorrow #ava x sara #nate heywood #legends of tomorrow fanfiction

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p-taryn-dactyl · 1 year

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okok I'm writing a mick rory request rn and I realized I absolutely love writing for his character, so if you have any mick rory request, please send them my way!! also, any legend has open requests!!* I love writing for them lmao

*except leonard snart. I ship him too hard with barry to be able to write x reader fics with him. sorry

| I no longer write m!reader and I do not write smut. Please be respectful of this |

#mick rory #mick rory x reader #mick rory x fem!reader #mick rory x gn!reader #legends of tomorrow #cw legends of tomorrow #legends of tomorrow x reader #legends of tomorrow fanfiction #sara lance #sara lance x reader #sara x ava #sara lance x ava sharpe #sara lance x fem!reader #ray palmer x reader #ray palmer x nora darhk #nora darhk x ray palmer #nora darhk #nora darhk x reader

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boopsterliv · 2 years

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@jchasseblog commented: I got something. I’ve always loved when one character gets injured beating the crap out of bad guys, maybe gets stabbed or something, and the other character being a worried simp. Maybe canary being the one getting injured and captain being the worried boyfriend. If you don’t like the idea, that’s perfectly fine, I just thought I’d ask. 😊

(And, as I’m sure you all know, I’m always down to write some Captain Canary angst and/or hurt/comfort. If you didn’t know that before, you have now been informed. I love fluff too, so we’re throwing that in there. We didn’t get to see enough of these two worrying about each other in the show. Leonard literally got his ass kicked by Mick and we didn’t see Sara’s reaction, which is definitely a missed opportunity. Anyways, gotta love these idiots. Fun fact, I wrote most of this during Discord sprints. Thanks for requesting me, it means a lot <3 Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38856489/chapters/101186418)

Leonard wasn’t known to stress out often. True, he liked being in control and such, but he wouldn’t freak out. Except he would, and except he was doing so right now.

He was stressed out about Sara. She had gone into deep cover, and he trusted her to stay safe. She might’ve been known for attracting danger at times, but he knew she could handle herself. Their relationship might’ve been new but he wasn’t going to coddle her. She was a grown woman who could take care of herself.

But he was stressing out now watching Gideon flit around the medchair, Sara barely breathing as the AI worked her magic. Her robotic body made it easier to tend to the members of the team who got hurt, and Leonard was very grateful in that moment. He was sitting in the other (mercifully empty) medchair, staring at Sara. He didn’t think his legs could hold him. He thought his heart might give out in the next few minutes.

(If Sara died, it might)

Sara was the light of his life some days. They weren’t completely codependent. They had their own lives and goals and dreams. But Leonard wasn’t ready to lose her. If wanting Sara to always be there was selfish, then he’d be the greediest bastard in the world. The whole universe even.

Waxing poetic kept the time going, and Gideon was (thankfully) giving him some space. Keeping his mind off the gunshot wound on her midriff was all he was trying to. But he was still thinking about it. It swallowed up his brain until the only thing he felt was panic for his assassin.

It was dangerously close to her last wounds. Dangerously close to where the arrows had shot her the first time she had died.

And he prayed this wouldn’t be the second and last time.

Leonard Snart wasn’t a religious man. He was a cynic, a pessimist, with Sara usually doing all the hoping for the two of them. He didn’t really know faith until he met Sara Lance. She had literally died, seen the best and worst of the world, and still believed in it. He admired her strength and willpower.

Staring at her lying there unconscious made him feel weak. He couldn’t do anything right now. He wasn’t a doctor. He had no medical advantage, no metahuman abilities that could help her, no magic that could save the day. He just had the hope Gideon would be able to save her.

He was hoping that some higher power would take pity on Sara. Hell, he’d give his soul to save her. Leonard felt the pain in his chest. Sara was too wonderful to die. She was too kind and loving and passionate and powerful. The world needed her.

And he wondered (not for the first time) why it had to be her unconscious with a potentially fatal wound and not him.

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Sara felt like shit.

The pain meds were helping, so that was good, but she still felt absolutely, one hundred percent awful. The positive part was that she was alive, so their mission had to have been successful, right?

She had nearly seduced a corrupt billionaire and gotten the keys to his vault without any problems. Except he had been expecting her and wasn’t about to let her double cross him. Sara might’ve gotten shot, but not before sticking a knife in his shoulder.

And right now, her eyes felt glued shut. Although Sara should’ve probably expected that’s how almost dying feels. She wouldn’t know. The first time... the first time, she didn’t come back.

But the first time, she had fallen in an alleyway unceremoniously, having been shot by a brainwashed friend off a building. This time they had a way to get her medical treatment quickly. And she was clearly alive, if the pain she felt was any indication. Which is good. It reminded her she was okay and healing. Sara would probably be taken off the field for a while, which would bug her to no end, but right now she’s fine.

The fluorescent lights were too loud (or bright, more accurately). She groaned. The pain was enough to remind her she was still alive. She didn’t need the brightness of a thousand suns too.

“Good morning, sunshine.” The charming, musical voice of Gideon came from somewhere near her.

Sara finally gave up the battle to keep her eyes closed a little longer. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes. She then immediately closed them again.

“Sorry love, let me take care of that.” After a second the lights dimmed, and Sara took a deep breath before trying to open her eyes again. It still hurt, but after a few blinks she felt much, much better.

“Thanks.” Her voice was hoarse, and she gratefully accepted the bottle of water she was handed, taking a drink.

“No issue at all.” Gideon moved around the medbay gracefully, acting as if she hadn’t just tended to an unconscious woman that nearly died. “I just need to do a final check-up before sending you back to your room. Captain Hunter permits you to go to-”

“-my room, the galley, the medbay for further check-ups.” She rolled her eyes at Gideon’s smirk. “Can we just get this over with?”

The check-up was mercifully short, and soon enough, Sara was limping back to her room. She sat down on the bed, closing her eyes for a moment, before opening them back up to see the lights on and her crook holding onto her arm like she’d disappear if he didn’t.

“... Len? I just got back from the medbay.”

“Gideon said that was hours ago.” He paused as Sara realized that she had indeed taken a nap. “Are you... how are you feeling? Do you need anything? I can go get you dinner-”

“Len, I’m fine,” she cut in, knowing her boyfriend wouldn’t stop if she didn’t interrupt him. “Yeah, I’m fine, just... When’s the last time you slept?”

He was disheveled. Sara could smell the beginnings of a foul odor on his clothes, the bags under his eyes, the exhaustion lining all of his features. She felt tears well up in her eyes, the pain coming back a little more, but she ignored it for his sake.

“Babe, look at me. I’m fine.”

“You... You nearly died...” he whispered, sounding haunted. The unspoken ‘again’ hung between them. Sara placed one hand on his jaw, leaned in, and kissed him. He kissed her back. She felt his whimper, the tears rolling down his cheeks, the lock he had been keeping on his emotions breaking and letting out all the feelings he was living with.

She pulled back, looking into the eyes of a man who wanted to convince the world he was nothing but evil. Who wanted to convince the world he wasn’t worth saving. “Well, I didn’t. Die, I mean. I’m here, and sure, I’ve got a few more scars, but I survived. I’m still here.”

“Always?” he asked, voice soft, almost broken, and it killed her a little inside. This man, who strengthened her and made her better, was still scared she’d ever leave him. Sara felt the bloodlust simmering just below the surface. A desire to hurt anyone who had ever intentionally broken Leonard’s heart. Anyone who purposefully made him feel unworthy of love and affection. He sat down on the bed, and she sat up, pressing a kiss to his forehead and hearing his contented hum.

“Always.”

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pricemarshfield · 2 years

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citrus and spice

[Image ID: an image of a woman with brown skin looking up, cut so that you can see her neck and top of her shoulders, colorized purple and with the words citrus and spice over it.] (Image Source: a Russian news site? I found it on Pinterest and there’s no reverse image search from before then.)

Pairing: Zava 2.0 (Zari Tarazi/Ava)

Rating: M for non-explicit sexual content (minors DNI).

Word Count: 2606.

Summary: Zari and Android Zari each trying to convince Ava that they’re the real Zari, can’t they tell how much they each like Ava? Requested by @hizzieluthor.

Warnings: Infidelity, non-traumatic flashbacks.

Created For: @lgbtqbingo, filling out the free space and @badbitchesbingo, filling out the “friends to lovers” square.

Read on AO3 here (links to chapter 2, chapter 1 is unconnected) or below the cut.

Ava's in the room she and Sara have claimed as theirs in John's mansion, going over her mental lists for the mission, when she hears yelling and grunting for downstairs. It doesn't make sense, since she's the only one in the mansion, except maybe the person she's waiting for--

Did she get caught up, somehow?

She runs downstairs to see something that probably shouldn't be surprising, but is: two Zaris, dressed identically, slapping each other in a comically-ineffective fight. "What--stop!"

Both the Zaris do, looking up at Ava with the same adoring expression. Like, exactly the same. She looks back and forth between them, trying to figure out which is which, and just...can't see any clues. It doesn't help that their silence only lasts for a second before they start interrupting themselves and each other.

"I'm the real Zari, she's the robot!"

"What? I would never wear these cargo pants if you hadn't made it necessary! I'm the real Zari!"

"Please, you think I'd do this makeup?"

Ava still can't figure it out as they continue arguing, and one of them turns to Ava with a pleading expression. "Look, I'm the real Zari. I'll prove it. Do you remember when you walked in on me naked?"

God, okay, they're doing this trope then.

A few days after the clusterfuck with Marie Antoinette's perfume, Ava's walking through the Waverider to talk to Zari about if she'd like to join them for the movie night they're planning this weekend. The room Zari's staying in used to be storage, so it's just habit that has her walking in without knocking, not an excuse but still--

She freezes when she sees Zari, standing in front of a mirror and wearing not a stitch of clothing. Zari notices her right away, but she doesn't seem mad, smirking when she notices where Ava's looking. This is so unprofessional, she--

"Like what you see?"

Still stunned, Ava nods, helpless to do anything else. "Very much." It's the utter inanity of what she's said that shocks her out of her stupor, bolting out of the room immediately, cheeks so warm she's sure she's blushing red as a tomato.

Ava heads back to the study of the ship to, ostensibly, look at the encore map but actually to avoid having to talk to someone and risk blurting out what she'd done or said or, worst, have to talk to Zari about it. But, of course, Zari walks up to her, and there's nothing to do but bite the bullet and apologize.

"I'm really sorry about that," Ava says. "I didn't mean to, but that's not important. I--"

"Apology accepted," Zari says, interrupting Ava's word vomit. "You know, if you ever wanna see me naked, all you have to do is ask me."

Before Ava can say anything to that, like "I have a girlfriend", "this seems like a weird response", or "I don't have any idea what's going on", Zari winks and slaps Ava's ass. Ava jolts and her mouth falls open in shock, watching Zari leave with a red face.

She doesn't turn back to the encore map for a long time.

Ava's blushing at the memory, but before she can shoot the other Zari and get this whole mess over with, she interrupts her. "I remembered that too! I can't believe the robots also took our memories. How'd they even do that?"

"Ugh, that's so stupid. I'm so mad at Evil Gideon right now."

"Shut up, Evil Zari!"

"I'm not Evil Zari, you're Evi--"

"Ava," Zari--the second Zari, maybe or maybe not the fake Zari--says, looking right at her. "Do you remember when we almost kissed?"

Ava's a little high. She's not sure she likes it, but she doesn't hate it, either. Plus, it's helping her fit in! It's her first punk concert, and Charlie's music is--well, not really her thing, but she's happy to see her happy. But mostly what she's feeling now is a little overwhelmed, the noise, the mass of people, the smell. (As in olfactory, not the band. Actually, probably at least partially the band.) She's stepped outside just to get some fresh air, spotting Sara animatedly chatting with some of Charlie's friends.

Walking a little further (not up for talking with strangers right now, even with Sara there), she sees Zari, leaning against a wall. One-on-one with a friend, she can handle, so she walks closer until she's in Zari's earshot without needing to yell. "What are you doing out here?"

Zari smiles, a little tense. "Just stepping out for some fresh air."

"So am I," Ava says, smiling back.

Zari relaxes and lets Ava step closer, smirking at her in a way that--feels a little different than her usual teasing. Maybe it's the weed? But maybe it's just Zari, the rush of everything finally being okay, being here with her. They've flirted, sure, but it's always stayed just that, light comments that could reasonably be mistaken for something else. This feels real, harder to deny.

She should mind. She doesn't.

Ava raises a hand and holds it up to Zari's cheek, and Zari leans into the touch. "You look so beautiful."

"I know," Zari says, wrapping her arms around Ava's waist and pulling her close. Ava laughs a little, resting her forehead against Zari's. It's stupid to do this here, out in the open, but she finds that she doesn't care half as much as she should, especially when Zari moves her hands to Ava's ass and gives them a squeeze.

Ava gasps, face right in front of Zari's, and it's a little too much, suddenly, so she pulls back, just slightly, takes a breath that just smells like Zari's perfume. Zari looks at her questioningly, a little worry in her expression. That reassures Ava enough that she's back to feeling light and floaty, looking into Zari's eyes and then glancing back down to her lips. With only a quick glance up to confirm Zari's looking at her the same way, she slowly leans in--

Just as their lips are about to touch, Ava hears a group of people walking past them, talking loudly. They both jump apart from each other, Ava scanning to see if Sara's in the crowd--but no, it's just some punks that are probably too young to be at this venue, even with the UK's more lax alcohol laws. This was a mistake, she shouldn't have done this.

"I-I'll meet you inside," Ava says, voice shakier than she'd like, face warm as she rushes away. When she looks back, she sees Zari looking at the group angrily.

They don't talk about it after that. Not after Ava gets drunk to try and deal with it, not after she sobers up, not after they discover Sara's been literally abducted by aliens, not after they found out Sara was going to propose, not after the Waverider explodes. It's too chaotic to add anything else on top.

But they keep flirting through all of it.

Ava's face is even redder now, and she wants to tell them that that's enough. Not because she's figured it out--she still has no fucking clue--but because she's getting, embarrassingly enough, turned on just by talking about them almost doing things. God.

But before she can, the Zari who'd brought up memories first says, "Fine." She looks at Ava with a sexy smirk on her face, and her mouth goes dry as she continues, "Do you remember when we kissed for the first time?"

Ava's only wearing a shirt and underwear when she walks into the kitchen, seeing a slightly-more put-together Zari staring at a couple of whiskey bottles like they've done something wrong.

"Aves."

"Hi, Z!"

"How many bottles of whiskey are there on the table?"

Okay, people grieve friends in their own ways, so she tries to stay cheerful. "Uh, two!"

"...two! The fridge is making whiskey."

Oh, nice. "What? That's fantastic."

Zari's eyes are wide. "The Waverider."

"...yeah? I guess it's kind of like the Waverider. Although the fridge doesn't take requests like Gideon."

"No, no, no, this bottle--this bottle is the Waverider. And this bottle is the mystery Waverider that blew us up." She pauses, just for a second. "So if there's two Waveriders, who's to say there isn't..." She turns to open the fridge and gasps, pulling out another bottle of whiskey. "Third Waverider?" She grabs another. "And a fourth. It will never end."

"Oh, I get it. You're still really stoned."

"So--so, let's say we go back and stop the mystery Waverider from blowing us up. That's great, but that mystery Waverider came from somewhere which means if one showed up, then another one could. And another, and another, and another--"

"Okay, wait--" Ava moves over to the other side of the counter to try and distract Zari. "Let's just slow this train down. Take this." She hands her a bottle of some all-purpose cleaner. "Remember this? Here. Grab this. Hi, hi, hi. Look, squirt." She should maybe be self-conscious about choosing that phrasing, but she's come this far. "Squirt, squirt. Squirt and wipe! Squirt and wipe, and the gummies are gonna wear off, and then you're gonna be feeling the natural high of a job well done." Zari looks at her with a confused expression, clearly not understanding what Ava's saying. "Look. Show me." She steps back, giving Zari space to clean.

"Wait--" Zari holds Ava's hand, stopping her from walking away and pulling her closer. "I know another way to help the gummies wear off."

"I--Sara's up there, she'll hear us--"

"Then be quiet!" Zari says, like it's that simple, and kisses Ava. After so long, Ava barely knows how to respond, holding back a moan and kissing Zari back. Zari deepens the kiss, Ava hesitantly putting her hands on Zari's waist to encourage her to keep going. With surprising strength, Zari lifts Ava up and onto the counter. Ava moves her hands up Zari's sides and locks her legs around her hips, the kiss intense and heavy and--not stopping, moving into the next kiss and the next and the next until Zari does pull away just to pepper kisses to Ava's neck.

Ava moves her hand to Zari's bun just to feel her hair, still soft and healthy even after all this, tilting her head to give Zari better access. She has to bite back a groan when Zari bites down, hard, not enough to break the skin or bruise but definitely enough to threaten it. The thought should be sobering, but it's anything but, especially when Zari moves her hands to Ava's ass and squeezes. "God, Z, you're gonna be the death of me."

Zari bites and kisses her way up Ava's throat and back to her mouth, kissing her again, nipping her bottom lip. One of her hands slowly moves down Ava's leg from her ass and to her thigh, then back up towards where she's soaking her underwear. Ava whines, egging her on, but right as she's about to touch where Ava wants her, they hear footsteps.

They both pull apart to stare at the entrance to the foyer, and Ava whispers, "It's Sara." Fucked up as it is, part of her wants to yell at Sara for interrupting the moment. Zari moves aside to give Ava room to jump off the counter, shirt falling down to hide the evidence of what they've done. Ava presses a quick kiss to the corner of Zari's mouth as an apology, then heads out of the kitchen, pretending nothing's happened as she comes across Sara in the hall.

"Okay, that's enough!" Ava rubs her face in an effort to try and control her blush, knowing it's probably hopeless.

"Alright, that's it," says the second Zari, cutting off the other one. "I'm the real Zari, and Ava is mine." She pulls Ava in for a kiss, who's stunned into stillness by the suddenness of it. As this Zari deepens the kiss, though, she can't help but melt into it, moaning into her mouth and slowly responding.

She keeps an eye on the first Zari, though, who's standing with her hands on her hips and glaring at the makeout in front of her. "No, I'm the real Zari, and Ava is mine!" She pulls Ava away from the first kiss and kisses her. The kiss is--fantastic, like Zari's always fantastic, although this could be a fake Zari. A robot sent to kill her. But when she kisses like this--

The other Zari pulls Ava towards her. "She's not yours!"

The one she was just kissing pulls her back. "Yes, she is!"

Like puppies playing with a toy, they start yanking Ava back and forth between them for a few seconds until Ava, getting a little fed up, says, "That's enough! I'm gonna find out who the real Zari is right now."

"How?" they ask in unison, neither letting go of her arms.

"If you let me kiss each of you properly, I'll be able to tell who the real Zari is," she says. Before she can think better of it, she adds, "I know how she tastes."

They both look a little flustered at that, nodding in agreement. Ava pulls the one who'd kissed her first into a kiss. That Zari wraps her arms around Ava's , pulling her close as they continue to makeout. She sucks on Ava's tongue in a move that has her knees weak, and when Ava breaks the kiss, she gives Ava a sexy smirk and presses another quick, chaste kiss before letting her go. Ava turns to the other Zari, who looks a little distracted by the display but still perks up when Ava kisses her.

This Zari pulls Ava closer by wrapping her arms around her waist, moving one hand to Ava's ass and giving it a squeeze. Ava groans into the kiss and pulls back with great reluctance. But she knows what to do now, and walks away from this Zari to stand next to the other one. Stunned, the Zari she'd just walked away from stares in abject shock as her doppelgänger pulls Ava close with an arm around her shoulders and sticks her tongue out at Zari.

Ava pulls the winning Zari into a kiss, pulling her close and getting a hand in her hair, then down her neck, and then--she pulls the CPU out from her neck, watching as the robot falls to the floor.

"Oh. Oh!" Her Zari, the real Zari, is looking at her with her mouth wide open. "How...?"

Ava shrugs. "I know your obsession with my ass."

Zari snorts before smirking at her, walking closer to Ava and wrapping her arms around her waist. Ava brings her hands to Zari's shoulders as Zari pulls her in close. "You know me. Better than you know your wife, I'd bet."

It's goading her into a reaction Ava's not given yet, Ava's not blind, but she can't say she doesn't agree. "What can I say? Sara's good, but you're the best." She kisses Zari quickly, just a little affection after the--high-stress experience.

"So," Zari says. "Your ass saved me, huh?" Once again, she brings her hands back down to Ava's butt and gives both cheeks a squeeze. Ava gasps and jolts further into Zari, whose smirk deepens. "You know, the Legends won't be back until the evening. You want to know what other parts of you I'm obsessed with?" She punctuates the thought by copping another feel.

Ava moans again and kisses Zari roughly, mumbling her answer into the kiss. "Yes. Obviously. Why'd you think I invited you over in the first place?"

#lgbtqbingo #badbitchesbingo #legends of tomorrow fanfiction #zava #zari tarazi #my fics #hizzieluthor #request #fic: citrus and spice #dc #arrowverse #zava 2.0 #ava sharpe #android zari #ava x android zari

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drsweetheartsgf · 3 months

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when someone asks what book im reading but im actually secretly reading the same fanfic trope about the same sapphic couple for the 17th time but i downloaded the fic on my e-reader so i dont look like a loser

#happens every time #also when they ask me how many books ive read since i read so much #or when they ask for book recommendations 💀#fanfic #fanfiction #lesbian fanfiction is controlling my life #criminal minds #lesbian emily prentiss #carol danvers #dc legends of tomorrow #sara lance #ava sharpe #calzona #jemily

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mistresscitrusslice · 4 months

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“Our Hextech dream” this, “our Hextech dream” that. What about “our Glorious Evolution”? Where are my “Jayce willingly joins Viktor’s Glorious Evolution under no duress except his own deteriorating sanity” fics?

#jayvik #arcane #league of legends #fanfiction #jayce talis #jayce giopara #viktor #arcane viktor #viktor arcane #defender of tomorrow #machine herald #jayvik fanfic #arcane fanfic #league fanfic #glorious evolution #augmented jayce

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1-imaginary-girl · 7 months

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Happy Birthday

Leonard Snart x Reader

Summary: It's Leonard's birthday, and you have a special gift for him. Reader is gender-neutral. (This takes place in The Flash universe, before Legends).

Warnings: Pure fluff!

Word Count: 1552

A/N: I keep adding new men to my master list but I can't help it! Wentworth Miller is just a beautiful individual and I've been obsessed with him as Captain Cold from the start.

It wasn’t the sun shining through his windows that woke him up. It wasn’t even the hustle and bustle of Central City. No, instead, Leonard woke up to the feeling of kisses peppering his face.

He immediately smiles before even opening his eyes. “G’morning,” he says in a husky voice. He hears you giggle. He opens his eyes to the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen. You’re next to him on the bed, leaned over so that your faces are close together. You have the brightest smile on your face, that lights him up from the sight of it. He doesn’t know what he did to deserve you, an angel in human form, but he’ll be damned if he gives you up.

His attention falls back to you as you speak. “Happy birthday!” you say excitedly, trying not to be too loud as he had just woken up. He looks confused before remembering. He had completely forgotten. But it seems as if you hadn’t.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” You lean down and plant a kiss on his lips, thoroughly waking Leonard up. He brings his hand up to hold your head but then you pull away giggling. He’s left looking jokingly dejected which gets him another quick kiss on his pouty lips. “You seem very excited.”

“Well duh! It’s your birthday. Birthdays are fun,” you say cheerfully.

“As long as you don’t throw me a surprise party, I’ll have fun.” You look offended.

“I think I know my boyfriend a little better than that,” you say which makes him smile. He takes you in, positively vibrating with joy and narrows his eyes.

“What is it?” he asks suspiciously. This only makes you smile wider.

“I got you something,” you say and before he can even comment, you’re off the bed. He instantly misses your warmth.

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” he says, missing you but simultaneously drinking you in as he sits up. Your hair is a little tussled from the night before and he notices that you’re wearing his shirt which looks much better on you.

“Oh hush, of course I did!” you call from the closet. You quickly find what you’re looking for and turn with it behind your back. You’re biting down your grin, trying to contain your excitement now, but it’s all over your face. He thinks it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen.

You make your way back over to the bed and place the gift in his lap. “I have a card for later,” you say. “But I need you to open this first.”

Leonard looks down at the delicately wrapped gift. The wrapping paper is dark blue with white polka dots. As soon as he touches it, he hears you take a sharp intake. When he looks back over at you, your excited energy has turned nervous. You’re rapidly looking from him to the gift. He reaches over to squeeze your hand, trying to help your nerves. It works, as you take a deep breath.

He returns to the gift and begins to unwrap it. Underneath the paper, is a plain white box. He glances over at you again and your eyes are trained on the box. Slowly, he opens it.

There, sitting on a sheet of parchment paper, is a hat. Not just any hat. It’s a dark blue winter hat, and it looks as if it’s been hand-knitted. He’s staring in disbelief, wondering why he’s tearing up at something as simple as a hat.

“Did you make this?” he whispers in awe, slowly reaching in and taking the hat into his hands. It feels comfortable and soft.

You clear your throat. “Y-yeah I did,” you say and Leonard looks at you with stars in his eyes because he can’t believe that his kind-hearted partner took the time to make something for him. You won’t meet his eyes, but if you did, you would see the love he has for you plastered on his face. “I, uh, I tried to match the colour to your coat.” You quickly add, “N-not that you would wear it on the job or anything, but it matches if you wear them together. Or it should.”

He noted that, the choice of colour syncing with his signature coat. “Y/N…” he says, for once at a loss for words. Unfortunately, you take his silence to mean something else.

“I-if you don’t like it, I can get you something else! It’s not that great considering it was my first time knitting, you know I wanted to try something new, but if you don’t like it I would totally under—”

Before your nervous ramblings got worse, Leonard leaned over and pulled you into a fierce kiss. You hesitate, confused for a moment, before leaning into it. You pull away, looking at Leonard for the first time and seeing an absolutely giddy smile, which confuses you even more but puts a smile on your face.

“I love it,” he says, looking into your eyes. You can tell he isn’t lying.

“Really?” you ask with tentative hopefulness. He pulls back to look at it some more.

“Yes!” he says and relief crashes down on you. He sees you smiling again. “In fact…” Leonard takes his new hat and puts it on, instantly warming his head. Your eyes widen.

“You don’t have to wear it—”

“Of course I do, it’s my new favourite hat,” he says with a smile. The thought of wearing something you made special for him warms his heart. He can tell that you’re still not entirely convinced. You set your lips into a straight line before leaning over to take the hat off. But Leonard’s quicker and he leans back, causing you to fall onto his chest.

You giggle as he says, “Are you trying to steal my hat? On my birthday of all days?” This causes you to giggle harder which makes him chuckle. You look up at him with nothing but love in your eyes and his heart still manages to skip a beat after all this time.

“I’m glad you like it,” you say, finally accepting his words to be true.

“How could I not? It’s from you,” he says softly. You bury your face in his chest as you blush which makes him laugh again. Then you lean up and plant kisses all over his face as you did before.

You pause as your faces are inches away from one another. “Happy birthday Leonard,” you say again. He smiles and before he can respond, you lean in and press your lips to his. It’s soft and slow and full of love. When it starts to become more passionate, you pull back biting your lip.

He tries to reconnect your lips but you turn away. “We have to save some for later,” you say with a wink. He groans but gives up as you settle on his chest. As he looks at you, he realizes that you’re the best gift he could ever receive. He wonders if that’s too corny to say out loud. Either way, he sighs in content. He could stay like this, the two of you in bed together, for the rest of the day—

You suddenly sit up, taking your warmth away from him. “Time to make your birthday breakfast!” you say excitedly. You start to move off the bed but he wraps his arms around your middle.

“Can’t we just stay like this in bed all day?” he asks, leaning his head against your back and planting a kiss there. But you wriggle your way out of his grip.

“As nice as that sounds, no can do. I have a whole day planned for you.” As much as he protests to getting out of bed, he really appreciates what you’ve done for him. “So up and at ‘em!”

You skip out of the bedroom towards the kitchen and he groans again, hearing your giggle echo from down the hall. But then he smiles and climbs out of bed, slowly following you. He almost forgets he’s wearing the hat but doesn’t want to take it off. He has a feeling this might be his best birthday yet.

Bonus scene:

The next day at work, one of the rogues is talking with Mick when Leonard walks in. His appearance causes both of them to stop, and not just because he’s in charge.

Along with his infamous blue jacket, Leonard Snart is wearing a new, knitted blue hat. At first, they don’t know what to say. They just stare as he walks by. But then the rogue decides to speak up.

“Hey boss, what the hell are you wearing?” the man asks. Leonard pauses in his tracks and slowly turns to face him with a glare set on his face.

“A hat,” he says, obviously. Then his hand moves to his cold gun and powers it on. “Care to comment on it?”

The man’s eyes widen. “N-no, it looks great,” the man says with a nervous smile. Leonard says nothing more, slowly removing his hand from the gun before walking away. Once he’s out of hearing distance, the man turns to Mick. “You think Y/N made it for him?”

“Oh absolutely,” Mick responds.

From that day on, the hat became a part of Captain Cold’s look.

#leonard snart x reader #leonard snart x you #leonard snart x y/n #captain cold x reader #captain cold x you #captain cold x y/n #leoanrd snart #captain cold #leonard snart fanfiction #captain cold fanfiction #the flash #the flash fanfiction #leonard snart imagine #dc fanfiction #legends of tomorrow

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spookystar29 · 11 months

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Hello lovely people !

I was wondering - have any of you found friends over writing/reading fanfiction (and over AO3)? If yes, care to share how?

Why I am asking: Im a sociology student and I'm writing a paper about the fanfiction community and IF there even IS a community, and rn I'm basically stuck which is why I thought why not ask amd get inspired hehe XD

( I just tagged every fandom I am in & in case this appears on someone's page who doesn't know me, hiiii 🤗)

#the school for good and evil #ncis #magnum pi #legends of tomorrow #scandal #dovesso #miggy fic #slibbs #fanfiction #ao3 #writerscommunity

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blooming-sunrise · 1 year

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I am burdened by having too many ideas for fanfics of too many fandoms and no energy whatsoever to write them, also no organization skills or good memory

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fanficsiwillneverwrite · 6 months

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I didn’t end up using the second line in the fic, but I thought it was just too funny not to share

#lin beifong #fanfiction #lok #legend of korra #lok fanfic #beifong #ao3 #idk I think it’s hilarious #just a deadpan lin already dealing with enough #probably gonna finish the fic today or tomorrow

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bi-bard · 2 years

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Superache - Conan Gray Writing Challenge

Hi!

I was going to wait a little while before doing another album writing challenge thing, but then this album dropped. I needed to do this. I hope you enjoy!

Each imagine is inspired by a song from "Superache" by Conan Gray.

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Movies

I Want a Love Like the Movies Andrew Garfield X Reader Summary: Andrew and (Y/n) fell in love after filming a movie together. However, nothing in real life was as easy as a written script.

People Watching

I Wanna Feel All that Love and Emotion Barry Allen X Reader (The Flash) Summary: How long can a person watch other people in love before they start losing hope for themselves? (Y/n) finds themself fearing they'll never fall in love as they save the city and watch countless couples reunite.

Disaster

This Could be a Disaster Clara Oswald X Reader (Doctor Who) Summary: After an arguably poorly timed confession, (Y/n) goes into complete panic mode. When they try to backtrack later, Clara refuses to let the event go.

Best Friend

That's My Ride or Die Leonard Snart & Mick Rory X Reader (DC's Legends of Tomorrow) Summary: A collection of moments between Leonard, Mick, and the human equivalent of a puppy, (Y/n). They take the form of the most chaotic trio in the universe.

Astronomy

We're Two Worlds Apart Tenth Doctor X Reader (Doctor Who) Summary: After all that he's lost, the Doctor was hoping that (Y/n) would stay with him. When they decide that's not the best decision for them, the Doctor ends up scrambling to hold onto them.

Yours

I Want More, but I'm Not Yours Will Graham X Reader (Hannibal) Summary: (Y/n) has given a lot to make Will feel love. However, that begins to change when (Y/n) starts to realize that they aren't receiving the same support.

Jigsaw

You Take Every Part of me, All of the Things You Need Malcolm Merlyn X Child!Reader (Arrow) Summary: (Y/n) had been raised as a warrior by their father, Malcolm. They get fed up when they see how fast he accepts his daughter.

Family Line

Someone Who Loves You Wouldn't Do This Sam & Dean Winchester X Sibling!Reader (Supernatural) Summary: The lasting effects of being raised by someone like John Winchester.

Summer Child

You're Lying, Summer Child Hannibal Lecter X Reader (Hannibal) Summary: Hannibal investigates the true source of why the usually cheery (Y/n) is that way. Nothing is exactly how they seem.

Footnote

But Why Would I Lie, It's so Clear I'm in Love with You Arthur Pendragon X Reader (Merlin) Summary: After an event is held in the castle, Arthur makes a bold move. If only ever bold move could work in his favor.

Memories

Please Don't Ruin This for Me Higgs Monaghan X Reader (Death Stranding) Summary: (Y/n) was trying to move forward with their life after finding out some startling truths about the man they loved. However, this man won't simply disappear.

The Exit

Feels Like We Buried Alive Something that Never Died Margot Verger X Reader (Hannibal) Summary: Margot told (Y/n) to run in the hopes of protecting them from Mason. When she finally finds them again, she sees that not everyone can wait forever.

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Masterlist (Includes links to All Writing Challenges)

What I Write For

Some Original Characters

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greta--gill · 2 years

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it’s a serious thing (to live and to love)

Rating: M

Words: 4.3k

Status: 3/4

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Summary:

She comes over with three containers of tacos, churros, guacamole, and chips. In the doorway, she’s never looked quite so comforting, her hair down over her shoulders and damp from the shower, a soft look in her eye that’s always been reserved only for Sara.

Sara wants to hold her and never let her go.

This time, just like always, they curl up together on the carpet, using too many napkins and no utensils.

This time, they drink, just enough to feel loose in their own bodies, with the promise that Ava will grab herself an Uber instead of getting behind the wheel.

This time, they trade stories long into the evening, Ava still taking down the rest of her tacos and Sara on her second churro. She takes a sip of bourbon as the sun starts to set.

(Or, some things begin to change — or maybe they're just going back to something and somewhere better.)

[read it on ao3]

#fanfiction #my writing #avalance #sara lance #ava sharpe #legends of tomorrow #dc's legends of tomorrow #legends of tomorrow fanfiction #grief fic #au

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p-taryn-dactyl · 1 year

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i got a request a while ago that i forgot to address but i just wanted to post this list of fandoms that i write/want to write for, bc even if I reblog someone’s fic, that doesn’t mean i write for that fandom:

marvel/mcu/xmen

stargate

arcane

star wars

percy jackson

shadowhunters

TVD universe

merlin

ncis

disney (varies on what movie)

ocean’s 8

(edit) DCTV, legends of tomorrow, the flash, supergirl

knowing myself, there will probably be more in the future, as i am constantly looking for new world’s to delve into

#marvel fanfiction #stargate fanfiction #arcane fanfic #star wars fanfiction #percy jackson fanfiction #shadowhunters fanfiction #the vampire diaries fanfiction #the originals fanfiction #merlin fanfic #ncis fanfiction #disney fanfiction #oceans 8 fanfic #legends of tomorrow fanfiction #supergirl fanfiction #the flash fanfic

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boopsterliv · 2 years

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Canaryfire 🛏 if you feel like it!

(It got long for a blurb but I was having way too much fun with this)

Laurel had gone through a lot and came out on the other side. She had survived her sister's death twice and had even come back from hell herself. She had made peace with the frequent nightmares and the reality that she had been pubically replaced by an alternate version of her. She managed to handle the truth she had a husband in this new world but could only remember the first one. She even went to Sara's less than stellar wedding and managed to help her sister handle the break-up and acknowledge her feelings concerning an old lover. It wasn't overnight, it took a lot of time, but she managed to rebuild a life after five years of being gone. She thought she was doing pretty okay.

So when Sara had been overloaded with work as a Legend, Laurel was more than willing to help her with a small mission. All she needed to do was keep someone from being in the wrong place at the wrong time, preventing a butterfly effect from occurring and causing the future to become a nuclear wasteland. The only thing that bothered her was that she was pretending to be married to someone she barely knew. Mick Rory, criminal arsonist and, surprisingly enough, erotica writer. He was gruff, drank a lot, and always seemed conscious of other people's space. He seemed nice enough, even if he never really talked to her before. He was always so nervous around her. Like he didn't want to make her feel crowded.

Sara had insisted she could take the mission instead, or even call Ray (the only other free Legend) in to be the fake spouse, but Laurel wasn't on board with either option. For one, Sara was, as stated, overworked and barely staying awake as it is, and for two, Ray was on partial paternity leave and there was no way Laurel was taking him away from his wife, even if it was for a quick and easy mission. Besides, she's pretended to be married to her teammates before (the time she and John Constantine had crashed a swinger's party was a recent highlight), and Laurel knew Mick wasn't a big fan of intimacy, so all things considered they'd probably be fine. Until they got to the hotel.

"I regret to inform you of this, Mr. and Mrs. Drake, but it appears we have no rooms specific to your preferences. We can still book you in a room, just not one with two beds." The receptionist looked hesitantly up at her to gauge her reaction. Laurel took a deep breath. They were showing up early to get everything set up. Spending a few days with this man she barely knows and her sister trusts can't be as awkward as she thinks it'll be. She could sleep on the couch or maybe even the potential office chair. She took a glance at her companion/fake husband. Mick just grunted. Well, if he had no problem with this...

Laurel smiled politely, mimicking the way she used to a lifetime ago when she was a lawyer. "You're fine. We'll take whatever room we can get. Thank you."

#i had a blast wiith this!#it got long but it got fun #you even get a few sprinklings of bonus ships!#canaryfire #laurel lance #mick rory #legends of tomorrow fanfiction #arrowverse fanfiction #legends of tomorrow #arrowverse #fanfiction #blurb

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pirates-and-coffee · 1 year

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"Ghost."

Short fanfic with gender neutral reader.

Warning: Legends of Tomorrow/The Flash spoiler.

I warned you.

A bit of a premise: No ships here.

About: You're the youngest Legend and were particularly bound to Leonard and Mick. After Leonard's death, you're still broken. Then, something happens.

Enjoy.

“--get the hell out of my head.”

A little smile appeared on his pink, cold lips as Leonard turned the back to a drunk, mumbling Mick. Another bite on his conscience, a bit nearer to the result he was aiming to. But for that night he could go back to Thawne. He started making his way out of the room, entering the corridor, when someone bumped on him, making him stop. Against his chest, to be more exact. A soffocated groan reached his ears. That was a kid. A kid, wearing a too big sweatshirt and jeans. No shoes.

The blue-iced eyes widened.

“Ugh- sorry, man, I can't find-” you reopened yours, tired. Leonard never knew what you couldn't find; as soon as you recognized him, tears started to wet your cheeks. “Len?”, a whisper, the hands reaching for his face. “Oh my god, am I crazy too, am I having an allucination?”

He didn't know how to reply. He didn't know what you were doing on that timeship. He grabbed your hands, looking away. Only to make things worse.

“Oh my god, I can touch you, you're fucking real.”

“What are you doing here?” He asked, trying to contain himself. He wanted to hug you so badly. He had missed you so much... but obviously to you it was only passed a little time since his death. “What are you doing up?”

It took a while.

“I saw you dying, Len.” Your voice was cracking. “I was there and I saw you dying.”

Think. Fast. Only a few more instants and you'd start crying to the point you'd feel like drowning. He sighed. “You fell asleep on the floor again.”

“...what-”

“You used to do it a lot.” His voice softened, leaning towards you to move a hair away from your eye. “You're dreaming, kid. You must miss me a lot.”

You looked confused, but buying it. “I- I do...” you cried, “You shouldn't have to do that-- I should've taken your place instead! You shouldn't have to die-- fuck all that legends stuff- fuck Rip, fuck those fucking Time Masters-- if only... if only... you shouldn't have to die, Len, you shouldn't have to die...”

“What are they doing here?!”

He was furious. He couldn't stop hissing with anger at Thawne.

“You didn't tell me they were here. You didn't tell me they were with them.”

“It was irrilevant.”

“Irrilevant?”

“Why are you so worried about that child, Snart?”

“I'm not-”

“Alright, look. We could let them live. To keep you calm. Them and your partner. But only them.”

“...yes. Only them.”

Only they mattered, after all.

#leonard snart #legends of tomorrow #legends of tomorrow x reader #leonard snart x reader #fanfic #legends of tomorrow fanfic #fanfiction #lot #lot fanfiction #captain cold #captain cold x reader #captain cold imagine #leonard snart imagine #legends of tomorrow imagine #legends of tomorrow spoilers

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