“ABC Cute Headcanons”: Mick Rory Edition

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Mick Rory Imagine Mick Rory Cute Alphabet Headcanons

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A = Attractive. What do they find attractive about the other?

He's very into the shape of you.  It's intoxicating to him.

But on a deep level, he loves your passion.  It's the fire in you when you're really into something that ignites something him.  It would, lol.

B = Baby. Do they want a family? Why/Why not?

Sometimes he kind of does because he likes to entertain the idea of a normal life with you.  But in reality, he loves the random explosive world ya'll live in...and that's not made for a baby.  He's ok with that though.  

C = Cuddle. How do they cuddle?

Ha, most definitely.  He's on you like white on rice.  This man.  Good luck, trying to get up to pee at night.

D = Dates. What are dates with them like?

Ridiculous.  As troublesome and fun as they can be.  Nothing too serious and it mostly involves fucking around with the others.  He just has the best time of his life with you.  

E = Everything. You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)

You're everything to him.  You're his ride or die.

F = Feelings. When did they know they were falling in love?

He knew he loved you the moment you kicked someone in the face for calling him an idiot.  You were actually still rather new to your relationship but you heard it, spun around and just fuckin nailed them in the face.  Homie fell fucking hard.

G = Gentle. Are they gentle? If so, how?

Surprisingly a gentle giant.  He knows you can kick ass but you are his little china doll no matter what you look like.  However, he's all for it when you decide to tackle his ass.  

H = Holding Hands. How do they like to hold hands?

He'll hold you hand but his more likely to have an arm around your waist or hanging over your shoulder, a finger tucked in your pocket.  That kind of thing. He likes you close...but he tries to manage as much physical contact as possible.

I = Impression. First impression/s?

He thought you were stunning. You were mid ass kickery and he was just like, this is the one.   You're first impression of him was that he was fucking huge, rather attractive...and probably very fucking dangerous.  Not because you were scared of him but because you knew he was just your damn type.  And that if he looked at you the right way...you'd have him in your bed.

You weren't exactly wrong....

J = Joker. Are they into pulling pranks?

Oh, hell.  Ya'll stay pulling pranks.

K = Kiss. How do they kiss?

Mick's kisses are soft and gentle but they're hungry.  You're like his last meal and he's a starving man.

L = Love. Who says ‘I love you’ first?

It was more of a 'Love ya." but he said it first.  It was off handed (so he says) and he'd actually been doing something at the time.  He panicked slightly after he realized what he said but you'd already pecked his cheek and said, "Love ya too, stud."

M = Memory. What’s their favourite memory together?

His favorite memories with you are actually really chill.  It's the domestic stuff that are super special to him.

N = Nickel. Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?

Well, he steals shit for you all the time, lol.  So yeah, in a way.  You know he does it but you're ok with it.  It's less about the stealing and more about the fact that he was thinking about you.  You spoil his ass too...but in different ways.  His body is very grateful, lol.

O = Orange. What colour reminds them of their other half?

Yellow reminds him of you.  It's like the sun.  At first glance, it's happy and bright.  But if you get too close without the right protection (permission)...you get fucking burned.  

P = Petnames. What petnames do they use?

He calls you Sunshine sometimes because you remind him of the sun.  He also calls you babe, babes, sugartits (to piss you off), lol.

Q = Quaint. What is their favourite non-modern thing?

Loves it when you read your book (or whatever you're reading) outloud with his head in your lap.

R = Rainy Day. What do they like to do on a rainy day?

Honest answer? Get busy, lol.  However, he'll settle for cuddling in the bed with you.

S = Sad. How do they cheer themselves/others up?

He punches things but it doesn't really help.  You have this habit of pulling the ugliest, funniest faces at him when he's doing something and he just loses it.   Cheers him right up.

T = Talking. What do they like to talk about?

He's actually very into talking about you guys and what you could have together in the future.  And what he likes right now.

U = Unencumbered. What helps them relax?

Play wrestling.  His super strong and he'd never hurt you...but you're a fucking badass.   You're serious competition.  So ya'll play wrestle a lot and it always ends in laughter.

V = Vaunt. What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?

Working out.  I mean, he basically gets naked and he can almost feel your jaw dropping behind him.

W = Wedding. When, how, where do they propose?

That could go either way.  He wouldn't mind marrying you.  But here's the thing.  You're already his wife ot him.  That's how he straight up introduces you to people.  You're his one and only, fuck the paper.

X = Xylophone. What’s their song?

"Disco Inferno" lol.  You fucking insisted. Because you're an asshat. But you're his asshat.

Y = You. You are the ___ to my ___ (e.g. the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

You are the gasoline to my fire.  Duh.

Z = Zebra. If they wanted a pet, what would they get?

I think he'd secretly want a cat, lol.  Cats are assholes. I mean, I love them with all my heart...but they fucking are.  It's fitting, don't you think? lol.

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Heavy Hitters- Chapter 6

Heavy Hitters: Outlaw Country pt 6, Interim.

Sara convinces an old friend to join the Waverider team- as research and tech guru only, or so she said. As the newbie struggles to adjust to the team and the team struggles to adjust to her, Sara is playing a different game all together. One the new girl might not like too much.

Fandom: Legends of Tomorrow (or Flash or Arrowverse since it’s Mick Rory, but specifically LoT)

Pairing: Mick Rory x Plus Size OFC (cause Mick totally likes thick ladies)

Word Count: 1220

Warnings: Language, tiny bit of angst, sexual suggestions

Tags: @sergeantjbuckybarnes @mother-forker @pattpattpatterson (thanks, guys so much for your support! I hope you dig the new chapter!)

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A/N: I’m hoping to start updating this once every week. Unfortunately that means the chapters will be about this length or a little shorter. Or, if y’all prefer, I can do 3k word chapters every other week. Let me know!

Also, shout out to @adventuresofnight and @professionalunicorn400 for reblogging every chapter of this so far! You guys are great! Since ya’ll have been complete dolls, please message or ask me! I’d like to write something special for ya’ll!

“Sara,” another sigh, “Mick has an affection for fire, Amaya uses a totem, those two were fused thanks to some kind of bullshit science, Nate is a genetic anomoly, Ray is just really fuckin’ smart-” “And me?” Pause. Breathe. Hold. Release. “And you made the best of a really shitty situation that was completely out of your hands- multiple times.” Emily held Sara’s hands and gaze. “I’m a whole different ball game, baby.” Sara was reluctant to give up. “Just-” Unfortunately, Emily was just as stubborn. “Just, fucking think about it. Ok?” “Okay.”

Pluto whined softly as Emily turned over again. The ship had gone into its night cycle more than 4 hours ago and they were both still awake. More Emily than Pluto; of course, Pluto thought the answer was simple. Emily, not so much.

“Fuck it,” she sighed, throwing her covers back and slipping on her slippers. She sat on the bed trying to decide what to do. Emily settled on more research. Pluto huffed when she turned back to him. Emily smiled, “It’s alright, baby,” she ruffled the fur on his head, “You can stay here if you want. I’m just going back to the library. I’ll be back soon.”

He whined shortly but stayed in bed all the same.

She stepped softly as she shuffled down the dark corridor laughing inwardly at herself. The halls of the ship at night reminded her so much of a reoccuring nightmare and yet… This wasn't the nightmare. It wasn’t panic-inducing at all. The only anxiety she seemed to feel, in fact, was her own self-imposed anxiety that she lived with. Currently, it was mostly over her- the- crew finding the footage of her terrible inappropriate pyjamas.

Emily padded into the small library and turned on a lamp.  The Waverider library might no have been very extensive but it did house a long list of very rare and one-of-a-kind books. Some of those were right up Emily’s alley, too.  Including, the original 1743 Agrippa manuscript. She smiled genuinely as she gently pulled the rough, leather bound book from its place on the shelf. She settled into the cushioned chair and carefully oried back the soft cover. Emily curled up, pulling her feet into the seat and dove into the book.

The Agrippa was more than she had heard, more than she dared hope for when she first spied it on the overfilled shelf.

Emily lost herself to the pages of the book as if they had actually managed to enchant her. She lost track of time, of where she was, of what was around her, the slow constant hum of the ship phasing her into a trance within the manuscript.

She didn’t hear his heavy bare feet slapping along the hard floor, or smell the smoke that seems to follow him everywhere or even feel his intense gaze as he stood not ten feet away and stared at her.

“Didn’t know you could smile like that, Sweets.”

Emily jumped out of her skin, slamming the book closed and turning towards the towering pyromaniac, her fist tight and ready for a fight.

Mick raised an eyebrow at her, arms crossed against his massive chest. Emily blew out a long breath and smiled at him. “Shee-it, Mick,” she laughed, “You scared me half’ta death!”

He smirked down at her in response. Deep brown eyes roving up and down her body. He looked at her wide feet with chipped purple polish on her toenails, her strong calves with faint scars criss crossing them- he made a mental note to find out about those later- her thick thighs pressing against tight grey yoga shorts, a flash of color catching his eye when she shifted awkwardly. Her printed tee shirt was oversized and hung off of one shoulder a bit, her hair pulled up in a loose messy bun, exposing another flash of color and a few more scars, freckles dotting her skin here and there. He absolutely examined her. And said nothing. For an uncomfortably long time. Long enough that her smile faltered.

“What?” He’s going to ask. Of course, he is.

Mick pulled a chair from a table roughly and sat it across the desk from her. “I gotta know,”

Fuck, here it comes. Emily tried to swallow her apprehension.

“How the hell can you read that mumbo-jumbo and actually smile?”

That… was not what Emily was expecting Mick to ask. “Uh,” she blinked a few times, “I guess I just think it’s interesting.” She glanced at the book then back up at him. “You’ve never tried to read it, have you?”

“Nah, got better things to do,”

“Like what?” Emily challenged, meeting his eyes again.

That manic grin lit up his face, “Like burnin’ things, baby!”

Emily couldn’t suppress the smile or bubbly giggle she felt in her throat at his expression. “Well, if it was a book on fires, I’m sure you’d be all over it!”

“I dunno, Sweets. Depends on how graphic the pictures are.” She chucked at that too. Damn. Who knew I was this funny? “Cute laugh, ya got there.”

She stopped immediately.

Shit. Why’d you say that? Stupid.

“Um,” Emily shuffled nervously and tucked a stray strand of hair back into place trying desperately to ignore- and subdue- the burning on her face and neck without breaking eye contact. “Thank you. Can I, uh, help you with somethin’, Mick?”

“Nah, just saw the light. Figured I’d check it.” He made himself comfortable in the chair, slouching a bit.

“I see.”

“Yep.” Emily nodded and went back to her book while Mick stretched his arms behind his head and rested his eyes.

For a bit they were in a companionable silence. Emily resisted the urge to lose herself again. She was aware of Mick’s eyes on her this time.

He grunted and sat back up staring at her hard again. She met his eyes and straightened her back. “Hey, I gotta question for ya.”

“Sure. Whats up?”

“You and Blondie have a lot of secret conversations.”

“Yeah…?” Emily wasn’t excited about where this was going.

“So, y’all fuckin’?”

Emily sat in stunned silence for a beat. Then burst out in loud full bodied laughter. Not cute girly giggling, no. This was the ugly, snorting laugh hardly anyone heard.

Now, Mick sat in stunned silence.

“That's uh… that's quite a laugh…”

“S- sorry! It's just-” Emily struggled, “Do- do you honestly think my pussy’s that good, that Sara, of all people, would put me on a fuckin’ time ship?”

He cocked his head as he considered the plump woman in front of him. And how she would look against the lithe blonde captain. “Nah, I guess not. Not Sara’s style.” His predators grin slid across his face again, “So, how good is that pussy?”

Recognizing the challenge, Emily grinned too. “Fuckin’ magical.” She snickered at her own little joke.

“Huh.” He considered her for a few moments longer. She was opposite him in so many ways- soft where he was rough, kind in a way he couldn’t be. But Mick Rory knew a fire when he saw one. The question was only, just how hot does her flame burn?

“Alright then. Why are you here?”

Breathe. Hold. Release.  Emily bit her lip harshly but never broke eye contact. They deserve to know. I have to try, right? “I um…” she licked her lip tasting faint iron, “I’ve known Sara for a while. I’m what she likes to call a ‘90 minute player’. I’m… adaptable.”

Their stare down continued, vibrant viridans clashing against burning blues. “Ain’t done much yet, Sweets. Guess your time to ‘play’ ain't here yet.”

Emily’s blood ran cold. Her heart skipped a beat and her breath caught in her throat.

The chair screeched loudly in the stifling silence between them as Mick stood, his heavy footfalls echoing behind him.

Til next time, loves! Be kind to each others, and yourselves! 

Our Girl // Mick x Yn x Snart

Pairing: Mick x Yn x Leonard

Requested: Yes by @companionjones

Request: Can I have a poly Leonard Snart x Reader x Mick Rory?Reader is a girl?

Warning: Handsy Customer,Mention of sexual themes, Protective!Snart,Protective!Rory, Strong!Reader

Summary: Yn lived a normal life in Central City. She was no damsel in distress either. She had an attitude that made the room go silent as well as a gorgeous body to match. When a customer gets too handsy , two unlikely people step in. Will they turn into something more?

Yn POV

My routine was simple wake up , brush teeth, get dressed, wash face , then head to work at a strip club. I was a pretty good bartender , as in the only one that does their job.

Half the staff is making out with strangers or extremely hungover.I sighed when I waked in. Customers were already staring at me like I was a piece of meat.

Some of the people in the bar were more interested in me than the dancers.

I rolled my eyes. ‘I know I look good in jeans and a t-shirt , but damn some of these guys need to stop’, I thought.I hid my things and headed behind the bar.

“What can I get you”,I said giving the guy a fake smile. He smirked at me. “The name’s Jake. I’ll take three shots of whiskey and your number sugar”, the guy replied.

“Not interested buddy. I’m taken”,I lied giving him his three shots. “Like I’m going to believe that”, he answered. “They just came in. Mind giving me a hand here fellas”, I added as the two men entered.

Jake was still trying to make a move on me. One took note of the situation and sat next to him. The other nodded to me. ‘

Snart POV

“Can I get a beer”, I said. “Can’t you see we’re in the middle of something”, Jake replied irritated. “That’s my girl, Unless you want to lose an arm I suggest you get a blowjob somewhere else”,I answered glaring at him as Mick sat on the other side. “I suggest you listen to him, or I’ll turn you to ash”, Mick answered as the bartender gave him a beer.

“We’re giving you a chance to walk away alive. What’s it gonna be”, she said placing her hands on the counter. Jake looked like he was going to pee his pants. He quickly ran out of the bar.

We laughed at his reaction. The bartender noticed he left his wallet behind and took most of his cash . “That’s not very ladylike”, I said taking a sip of my beer.

Mick POV

She rolled her eyes. “He didn’t pay for the drinks , I barely make any tips. Besides a woman has to make a living somehow. I’m Yn”,she said smiling.

“I like you. You got moxie”, I replied. “First one that didn’t say gorgeous. That’s a new record. Got any names ”, she answered cleaning a glass. “Mick Rory and this is my partner”, I said patting Snart on the back.

“It’s Leo. I’ve got plan to get you out of here”, he replied. “You already saved my ass from the douche bag. I think you guys have done more than enough”, Yn added. “Look me in the eyes and say: I want to work here for the rest of my life. Don’t worry I’ll wait”, Snart said.

Yn tapped the counter in defeat. “I’ll join your little group, but I need you to do a favor me”, she replied.

Snart and I looked at eachother. “We’re listening what did you have in mind”, I answered intrigued. Yn told us what she wanted. “Really that’s all”, Snart added.

“Believe me, my boss acts just like the truckers and drunks in this bar”,Yn added crossing her arms. Luckily for us , her boss Michael was passed out from his love affair with whiskey and bourbon.

Yn POV

All I wanted for them was to rough Randy up for the 3 years he disrespected me. I heard a few ribs crack and smiled when I saw a bloody Randy clutching his left side. He looked at me angered.

“You slut. You couldn’t even handle me alone. You’re a pathetic woman”, Randy said as I kneeled beside him. “You made the biggest mistake of your life by threatening me. Too bad it came to bite you in the ass”,I replied grabbing his head and punching him.

Leo and Mick smiled at me as they kissed my cheeks. “That’s our girl”, they answered in unison.

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Legendary House Guests

Pairings (only including the romantic ones): John Constantine x Sorcerer!Reader, Sara Lance x Ava Sharpe, Nate Heywood x Zari Tomaz, Ray Palmer x Nora Darhk

Fandoms: Arrowverse, Legends of Tomorrow, Constantine

Summary: One day, a strange group of people show up on your doorstep. Of course John Constantine would be behind it.

Warnings: LONG, I think there’s some curses in it but I really don’t remember, I might’ve made Avalance a bit oc in one part but it’s only because I love them so much XD

(I HAD to use this gif. PLEASE tell me some of you get it!)

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    “Hey, Y/n.”

    It was the middle of a Saturday, and John Constantine knocked on your door. Ten others were with him.

    Sighing, you looked him up and down. You stuck out your hand.

    He placed a pack of cigarettes there.

    “And your spare.”

    He placed another pack in your free hand.

    Both packs burned to nothing. “And your spare’s spare,” you ordered.

    He blanched, “How did you know? I only started carrying this around last week!”

    Responding with no actual words, you curled your fingers in a ‘give it to me’ motion.

    Constantine begrudgingly handed it over, and it disappeared like the other two packs. “Legends, meet Y/n L/n. A sorcerer friend of mine. Y/n, meet Sara Lance, Ava Sharpe, Nate Heywood, Ray Palmer, Gary Green, Nora Darhk, Mick Rory, Zari Tomaz, Mona Wu, and Charlie.”

    As each was named, they waved or nodded to confirm who they were. It was pretty awkward.

    The last introduced explained, “I don’t exactly have a last name.”

    For a few moments, you looked everyone over. “Okay. Come on in. You guys are safe here. I assume you need somewhere to stay?”

    John assured, “Just for tonight.”

    Reaching up to stroke the side of his face with your thumb, you smiled for the first time he’d seen you that day. “John, you are always welcome here. You and your friends can stay for as long as you need.”

    John Constantine returned your smile. The sincere look on him was rare, but you enjoyed it nonetheless.

    From a few feet away, Sara cleared her throat.

    You glanced at the ground to try and hide your blush. You told the Legends that they could have a seat in the living room. “There’s a bathroom upstairs and in the basement. Towels are in there for you. I’ll set up beds for you all and leave you clothes.” You then went on to give rooms to everybody.

    Mona and Charlie would take the couches in the living room. You would set up beds for Mick and Gary in your finished basement. You had two spare bedrooms with one queen-sized bed in each. Sara and Ava would take one, and Ray and Nora would sleep in the other. Nate and Zari would have to do with a twin sized cot that you would set up in a semi-sizable hall closet you had on the second floor.

    “John, I hope you would still like to share a bed with me,” you joked.

    He smirked, “Of course I would, love. It’s been too long. I need a fix.”

    Nate cut off your giggling by trying to ask, ���Um, how did you know--”

    “About the couples among us?” you finished for him. “I’m a bit of a clairvoyant as well.” There was a glimmer of feigned bragging in your tone. “I’ll go make a little lunch. You guys go get yourselves cleaned up and situated. There’s water in the fridge.” With that, you excused yourself to the kitchen.

    Once some sandwiches were made and some fruit was cut up, you went back to the living room. You found that Mick and Zari had just gotten out of the shower; and Nora, Sara, and Ava were the only ones missing from the living room. You chuckled to yourself. You hoped to get as close to someone as Ava and Sara were to each other. Maybe you could be that close with a certain wise-cracking demonologist one day, you thought to yourself.

    “You know, you could start a fire if you want,” you offered to Mick, who was crouching in front of, and staring intently at your fireplace.

    Everyone’s eyes snapped toward you as if you had suggested something crazy. You felt you understood why they all thought it was an insane suggestion.

    Setting the food on your coffee table, you walked closer to Mick to study him.

    “Hmm...Yeah, I trust you. Just don’t let the fire too big, okay?”

    Mick looked up at you from where he was on the floor. You thought you caught a smile. “Thanks,” he curtly noted.

    “No problem. And I said not too big. Pretty big is fine with me,” you winked.

    You earned a smile and a chuckle then.

    When you turned around, Sara, Nora, and Ava were in the living room, and the whole team staring at you were in complete awe.

    You chuckled and headed back into the kitchen. “I’m going to start on dinner.”

    “Already? You just finished lunch,” Ray protested.

    Shrugging, you justified, “I like making food for my guests.”

    “Holy crap!” exclaimed Mona with two sandwiches stuffed in her mouth, “Make as much food as you want. This is delicious.”

    “Thank you,” you smiled, then continued your trek to the kitchen.

    However, you were interrupted again when Constantine gently took your hand in his and encouraged, “Don’t start dinner yet. Stay here...I’d like you to properly meet my team.”

    “Your team,” you jeered. “Yes, please. I would love to know about ‘your team.’” You took a seat on your couch next to Charlie.

    John sat on the other side of you. “Stop being smart.” He feigned annoyance.

    The following three hours were spent by the Legends taking turns to shower, along with everyone swapping stories of past adventures; including yourself.

    “No, I’m serious!” you were laughing so hard that you could barely talk, let alone breathe, “I turned around, and Tyler was completely naked! For some reason, he thought it would help with the ritual. I have no idea why...even to this day.”

    Your stories sometimes included Constantine.

    “And we just ran!” you practically squealed because you were laughing so hard.

    John was losing his cool as well. “Looking back on it, running wasn’t exactly a stroke of genius. After all, he was a...what’d ya call it again?”

    “Speedster,” Gary named for you and John. The time agent had the biggest grin on his face.

    Constantine dismissed, “Yeah, speedster. Whatever,” and tried to continue on with the story.

    Rolling your eyes, you playfully hit John on the shoulder to scold him for his behavior. You then thanked Gary.

    Eventually, you pulled yourself out of the living room to go make dinner. Everyone was eating again by 6pm.

    After the meal, you all relaxed and talked more in the living room. Mick accidentally almost burned the house down, but you found the whole incident funny as you put out the growing fire with your powers.

    The team retired to their makeshift bedrooms.

    “Do you sleep with the TV on?” Charlie asked Mona.

    The shorter woman thought for a moment. “Not usually, but the sound is fine with me.”

    “Thanks,” Charlie smiled. She turned on the television, then flopped down onto her respective couch. “So, Mona. Mona Wu. We’re kind of the same.”

    Mona took a seat on her own sofa, “We are?”

    Charlie nodded, “I think we are. I mean, sure, I was trapped in something close to Hell for what felt like 500 years, and you’re a food delivery person turned werewolf, but I personally think we got a good amount in common with each other.”

    “...Because we both shift?”

    “Yep,” Charlie popped the ‘p.’

    Mona thought for a moment again. “I mean, it feels pretty cool to be another thing.”

    “Doesn’t it?” Charlie bubbled up, “It feels like you’re the best master of disguise in the history of anything, right? Like you’re a completely different being?”

    The other living room resident smiled, “Yeah. Yeah, I guess so.”

    “See?” Charlie gestured between the two of them. “Not so different at all.”

    The basement had a more uncomfortable atmosphere.

    “Which cot do you want?” Gary asked fearfully.

    Mick didn’t say a word. He just laid down on the cot furthest from the stairs facing away from Gary.

    “Okay, sure. I’ll just take one.” Gary awkwardly sat down on the remaining cot. “...Constantine’s friend sure is kind, letting us stay in their home, giving us food, a place to sleep--”

    “Shut up,” grumbled Mick into the then darkness.

    Gary immediately apologized, then settled in for a long, sleepless night. Gary wasn’t sleepless because he was uncomfortable, no. Well, at least he wasn’t physically uncomfortable. Gary couldn’t help but feel too unsafe to be able to sleep alone in a basement with that particular pyromaniac.

    Meanwhile, on your second floor, Nora and Ray were getting ready for bed in one for your spare bedrooms.

    “You know,” Nora started, “I’d like living in a house like this.”

    Ray smiled to himself. “You would?”

    “Yeah,” confirmed the sorceress, “It’s a nice, quiet neighborhood.”

    The Atom laughed, “When have you known our lives to be ‘quiet?’”

    “Well, maybe we should lead quiet lives...Eventually.”

    Ray paused, and carefully eyed his girlfriend, searching for any doubt. He didn’t fine any, and smiled, “Maybe.”

    A few doors down, Zari and Nate were struggling.

    “Come on, Nate. Move over,” Zari urged.

    Heywood reasoned, “If I move over anymore, I’ll fall off.”

    Zari sighed, “This clearly isn’t working. Is there anyway you can go down to the basement?”

    “With Gary and Mick? No way. I do not want to be down there with them and only them.”

    Tomaz groaned, “Well, I can’t go to the living room! I just got some water from the kitchen, and I heard Mona and Charlie bonding over their shifting abilities. It was getting weird...Plus,” she sighed again, “I don’t want to sleep away from you. That’d suck.”

    Upon hearing Zari’s confession, Nate felt a soft smile appear on his lips. “Come here,” he lightly directed. He rearranged the two of them.

    “What? Nate, no I--Oh.” Zari was suddenly laying on top of him.

    Nate gently inquired, “Is this okay?”

    “Yeah. Yeah...I like it,” she cuddled closer to his chest so she could hear his heartbeat. “I like it a lot.”

    Further down the hallway, Sara and Ava were also in bed together.

    As usual, Ava was stressing about something.

    “Babe, everything will be fine. The Time Bureau can survive without you for a day or two,” Sara assured her partner.

    Ava bit her lip. “I know, but I won’t be able to make contact until noon tomorrow. What if they need me?”

    Sara brushed some hair out of Ava’s face. “There are protocols in place to keep everything from imploding until you get back. Honey, everything is okay.”

    “Everything is okay,” Ava repeated with a deep breath, starting to believe Sara’s words.

    Captain Lance was relieved. “Thank you for calming down...Now, come here and give Mama some sugar.”

    “Give Mama some sugar?” Ava repeated with a growing smirk.

    Sara smugly nodded.

    Ava laughed. “Oh, I’ll give Mama some sugar, alright.” She then leaned down to kiss her girlfriend.

    “Man, they really go at it, don’t they?” you commented to John in the next room.

    He chuckled, “When Miss Sharpe stays over on the Wave Rider, anyone within the distance of three rooms has to wear ear plugs.”

    You laughed as well. “Don’t you guys tell them how loud they are?”

    “We usually just let let them enjoy their happiness. There isn’t much of that these days.”

    “Especially since you started time-travelling,” you admitted bashfully.

    Regretfully, he started your name.

    “I understand,” you interrupted him before he could continued, “You’re helping people. A lot of people. The whole world in fact. But I barely got to see you when you followed this timeline. And now...”

    John tried to speak again. He seemed truly sorry.

    You continued, “Look, I know we weren’t anything official. But what can I say, John? I lov--” you didn’t get to finish.

    Constantine had kissed you.

    He caught your lips simply at first, then circled his arms around you to cradle your lower back and the back of your neck.

    You hadn’t felt that safe in months. You clutched on to the lapels of his trench coat for dear life.

    John moved closer, then stopped the kiss to rest his forehead on yours. “I love you, too.”

    Automatically, your eyes flashed up to meet his. Silently asking if he was sure, you touched the side of his face.

    He just nodded.

    Unable to contain your joy, you kissed him again, and again, and again, and countless more into the night.

    For breakfast the next morning, you made your favorite: pancakes and bacon. It took a couple hours because you loved to make your pancakes from scratch, and because the delicious smell was wafting around for a while, the Legends all eventually made their way downstairs to join you.

    “Mornin’ love,” John greeted you with a kiss on the cheek when he came up behind you and placed his hands on your sides.

    You smiled down at your task, “Careful, Constantine. You’re going domestic on me.”

    “Only for you, sweetheart.”

    Just like the night before, everyone complimented your cooking. You really wished you could have the Legends as guests for at least a few more days.

    But you also understood that they couldn’t stay.

    A little before lunchtime, Ava finally got in contact with the Time Bureau. She and Sara went to make a call to them.

    Soon, the couple returned to the living room. They informed everyone that it was time for the team to leave.

    “No!” protested Mona, “I love it here. Y/n takes such good care of us. Let’s just stay here forever.” She curled up near the fire that Mick had built in your fireplace.

    Ava replied, “Sara and I like Y/n, too. So, that’s why Sara has a proposition for them.”

    “Y/n L/n,” Sara smiled and stepped forward. “Would you like to become a Legend?”

    The question took you by surprise. “I...what? So, like, travel full time with you guys?”

    “And help us defeat weekly evils,” Zari cut in.

    Charlie nodded, “But, yeah. That’s the gist of it.”

    Almost the whole room sounded with words of encouragement for you.

    Then, John stood up. “Y/n? May I speak with you in the kitchen?”

    Of course, you agreed. “What is it?” You asked when you and John were by the stove.

    “I don’t want you joining the team,” he heavy-heartedly admitted.

    Right off the bat, you knew why. “John,” you had him make eye contact with you. “You know me. I’ve been literally been to hell and back. You know I can take care of myself.”

    He worried, “What if you get hurt? I can’t...I can’t lose you.”

    “Don’t you see, John? You going away like this...It could be months, even years until we see each other again. If I go with you, so many morning could be like this one. You and I can finally be together for real...Please. I love you, John Constantine.”

    Before he said anything, John brought you in for another kiss. He held you close. “...You have to promise to make us breakfast like this every morning,” he joked.

Finally.

    “Oh, shut up before I throw out that pack of cigs you bought last night,” you teased.

    Shock covered his features. “It was 3 in the morning. I thought you were asleep!”

    “Uh, can we come in yet?” Ray poked his head into the kitchen. “We’d kinda like to welcome the newest member of our little family.”

    The next thing you knew you were being nearly smothered in the largest group hug you’d ever been a part of.

    Your life with the Legends was amazing to say the least. With your sorcery and clairvoyance, you came to be a very crucial member of the team. None of the Legends wanted it any other way.

    As for John, you married that man a couple years into your time-travelling adventures. And if you thought it was hard for Constantine to be away from you before, you should’ve just waited until he became your husband.

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Lovehandles (Mick x Plus Size!Reader) Imagines - Fluff/Comfort

Imagines:
 Team Legend has some down time after helping the Resistance take down Grant Wilson (Slade’s son) in 2046. Upset that he’s forced to leave, Mick looks to you for comfort…

*~*~*~*~*

“Get over here.”

Mick pulled you into his lap.

The force of him tugging you backwards caused much surprise, making you land on him with all your weight.

You couldn't help but flush bright red with embarrassment. “Mick, what are you--”

He didn't even let you finish.

The pyromaniac simply slipped his hands underneath your shirt and gave your love handles a firm, desperate squeeze. A high-pitched squeal sounded from you, causing Mick to grunt.

“Dammit, Babes,” he breathed heavily against the crook of your neck. “Stay still…”

“But, Mick…” you whined.

He bit down you, hungrily.

More squeezing and rubbing. This time, the gargantuan man grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it up, just stopping beneath your breasts. The pale, flabby folds of your skin spilled out from underneath your clothes and you couldn't help but feel ashamed of your appearance.

Out of habit, you threw your pillowy arms across your stomach.

While Sara and Kendra had always been kind and supportive, constantly reminding you how beautiful you were, you never felt confident in your body. You weren't attractive like them, fit like them…

Hell, you don't even know how Mick could ever fall for someone as...well, big boned as you.

So the fact that he was doing all of this…

You lowered your gaze. “I don't...I'm not comfortable...with this…”

Mick grumbled. “Why not?”

“Because I--”

“You're fucking beautiful,” He interrupted, voice gruff and low.

Without warning, he hooked his hands underneath your arms and - somehow, without much issue - was able to hoist you up the nearby table. He stood up abruptly from his seat, knocking the chair over, as he took position between your legs.

You began pulling your shirt down. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing,” he lied.

Your brows furrowed worriedly. “Are you sure…?”

For a moment, Mick appeared conflicted. As if he didn't know whether he could trust you or not.

No surprise.

You have been only going out for a couple weeks, and prior to, the only person he had ever trusted was his partner, Leonard. The two had been best friends since their initial meeting in juvie; but, when they came back to the Waverider after defeating Grant Wilson, the two seemed...distant…

Like they had gotten into a fight.

Maybe that was it?

You couldn't help but ask. “Is it Leonard…?”

At the mention of his partner, Mick narrowed his eyes and grunted. “Why, the little bastard say something to you?”

And their it was.

The sore spot.

You shook your head. “No.”

Pressing your lips together in a firm line, you reached out to hold his hands. He seemed to stiffen under your touch - only for a few seconds or so - before forcing himself to relax.

“You just seemed upset,” you started in a very cautious tone. “Plus, you're being extra touchy-feely with me.”

The pyromaniac let out a derisive snort. “Can you blame me?”

Placing his broad, calloused palms on your hips, he scooted you closer against him. You let out yet another small yelp. Mick pushed your worries aside, and lifted your shirt up once more.

“C’mon, Babes,” he struggled against your arms to keep you from tugging your shirt down. “Don't…”

You furrowed your brows. “Why?”

“Because…” he let out a heavy, partially-irritated sigh. “It's the only thing keeping me from beating he living hell outta Snart.”

Eyes wide, you couldn't help but blink and stare at him. “Really…?”

He nodded. “Plus...I just really wanna touch you.”

And with that, Mick dipped down and hungrily pressed his heated lips against yours. He rolled your shirt up once more and secured his hands at your sides, fingers sinking in to all that you had to offer.

For the shortest while, you felt uncomfortable, very self-conscious; but, once you were sure Mick wouldn't initiate more than you were comfortable with, you relaxed into his hold.

“God, Babes…” he groaned. “I love you.”

You smiled. “I love you too.”

Heavy Hitters- Chapter 6 Teaser

Heavy Hitters: Outlaw Country pt 6 teaser

Sara convinces an old friend to join the Waverider team- as research and tech guru only, or so she said. As the newbie struggles to adjust to the team and the team struggles to adjust to her, Sara is playing a different game all together. One the new girl might not like too much.

Fandom: Legends of Tomorrow (or Flash or Arrowverse since it’s Mick Rory, but specifically LoT)

Pairing: Mick Rory x Plus Size OFC (cause Mick totally likes thick ladies)

Word Count: 228

Warnings: Language, tiny bit of angst

Tags: @the-marvel-dc-peasant @mother-forker @adventuresofnight

Part one     |     Masterlist

I told ya’ll I haven’t forgotten about this! I’m just slack. Also! I opened PMs and asks. I’m also looking at opening up commissions! So keep an eye out for that.

“Didn’t know you could smile like that, Sweets.”

Emily jumped out of her skin, slamming the book closed and turning towards the towering pyromaniac, her fist tight and ready for a fight.

Mick raised an eyebrow at her, arms crossed against his massive chest. Emily blew out a long breath and smiled at him. “Shee-it, Mick,” she laughed, “You scared me half’ta death!”

He smirked down at her in response. Deep brown eyes roving up and down her body. He looked at her wide feet with chipped purple polish on her toenails, her strong calves with faint scars criss crossing them- he made a mental note to find out about those later- her thick thighs pressing against tight grey yoga shorts, a flash of color catching his eye when she shifted awkwardly. Her printed tee shirt was oversized and hung off of one shoulder a bit, her hair pulled up in a loose messy bun, exposing another flash of color and a few more scars, freckles dotting her skin here and there. He absolutely examined her. And said nothing. For an uncomfortably long time. Long enough that her smile faltered.

“What?” He’s going to ask. Of course, he is.

Mick pulled a chair from a table roughly and sat it across the desk from her. “I gotta know,”

Fuck, here it comes. Emily tried to swallow her apprehension.

Heatwave/ Mick Rory Imagine Heatwave/ Mick Rory x plus size reader

Imagine trying to be festive for Christmas but dealing with Mick and your man.

Mick made himself comfortable as you got ready.

He knew you.

He knew you'd take forever.

You usually did...and he'd learned to just stop commenting on it and just...appreciate the show.

When he stopped bitching about you taking forever and actually just sat down as watched...he realized a few things.

A. You did a lot of shit that you didn't need but wanted...and he dug that.

B.  You were a fucking artist with the makeup.  Seriously, it amazed him.

C.  He loved spending this time with you.  

He just sat back and watched usually.

You might talk, usually not because he wasn't overly chatty.

It was just nice.

However, it wasn't until today that he moved his chair in front of your vanity.

You thought it odd the first time you'd seen it- wondering just what in the hell he was doing.

However, you had your shower and went about your business until you returned to get ready and he was in it.

"Mick, honey, I need you to move." you said to him patiently settling a hand on his beefy shoulder.

"Nah." he grunted. "I like it here."

"Well, I'm sure you do." you laughed. "But I have to get ready and you're in the way."

He just grunted again and you had to force down the urge to call him an ape.

"Mick, move." you deadpanned.

"Nope." he said and patted his meaty thigh. "If you want the vanity, then you'll just have to sit in daddy's lap."

You furrowed your brows at him for a second before glancing at the clock and realizing that you simply did not have time for his bullshit.

"Whatever." you shrugged and pushed his foot down from where it was resting on his knee.  

He grinned, dimples popping out, when you nestled your wide hips and thick thighs into his lap.

He sat back drawing a finger down your back, loving the softness of you before he hooked a finger in your towel and ripped it off you.

"Mick!" you snapped.

"Relax." he said gruffly.  "I'm just gonna put your lotion on you.  You can't reach your back anyway."

"I'll have you know that I'm very flexible and reach it just fine." you said but didn't pay attention to him anyway as you began to put on your makeup.

You didn't miss the flash of his eyes in the mirror as he took in your naked reflection.

His big, strong hands worked their way around you and kneaded your stomach.

It was no secret to either of you that that man loved your tummy.

He was all big brawn and hard muscle and you were deliciously soft in every way.

It was the contrast that he loved.

But nothing compared to how much you loved him.

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Hothead with Muscles //Mick Rory

Summary: A guy at bar wants to have his way with Yn. The guy is persistent until Mick steps in

Word Count:

Warning: Drunk dude getting handsy

Yn POV

All I wanted was a drink. I pulled up to a shaggy bar, it wasn’t anything special , but it was cozy to me. I got out of my car, grabbed my jacket and headed inside. I opened the door all eyes were on me. I walked in and grabbed a seat at the bar.

The bartender smiled at me .“What would you like sweetheart”,she said cleaning a glass. “Whiskey and a margarita, no salt”,I replied. She nodded and started making my drinks. One of the bikers sat next to me, eyeing me like a piece of meat. “I’ve never seen you around these parts before. I want you. Want to head to the parking lot”, he answered.

I rolled my eyes. “Not interested. Besides you’re not my type”,I said as the bartender handed me my drinks. “You didn’t understand my request.I want you”, He replied grabbing my arm. I tried to get out of the bastard’s grip but he was strong. “If you don’t let go of me. You are going to be very sorry”, I answered glaring at him.

Mick POV

I was drinking a beer when I heard some commotion going on at the bar. “Come on sugar, I promise you’ll enjoy it”, he said trying to kiss her neck. That was the last straw for me . I walked straight to the bar and grabbed the girl from him.“Hands off the lady”,I replied pulling her close to me.

“What are you going to do about it. I don’t see your name on her”, he answered. “Give me the bottle. I got a plan”, she said. I looked at her like she was crazy . The girl took my beer and smashed on the guys head. Once he was dazed, we punched him at the same time in opposite directions.

We knocked him out cold and smiled at each other. The other customers didn’t think much of it and went about their business.“I guess I owe you another beer hot head”, the girl said grabbing two beers and handing one to me. She went right back to her seat at the bar.

I took it and chuckled. “Thanks , Mick Rory”, I replied sitting next to her. “Yn Ln. Nice to meet you”, she answered.

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Apologies

I’m so sorry for those of you who actually like my writing. The past few months have been insane for me. Quick update for those interested:

-Got a boyfriend.

-Also, started dating his wife

-And my BFF....

-Suddenly poly.

-Was sick for about a month starting a little before Valentine’s Day.

-Eventually went to the doctor

-Got diagnosed with what was essentially bronchitis and pneumonia. 

-Sprinkled with consistent family drama for added excitement. 

Needless to say, its been a crazy few months..... BUT! I will be back soon! With a fresh chapter of Heavy Hitters! Huzzah!

Flame Goddess //Mick Rory

Pairing: Mick Rory x Black!Reader

Requested: Yes

Request: Can I request a Mick Rory/Black!Ps!Reader/? Where reader is a Meta who is elemental and can teleport who catches Mick’s attention one day when she teleports onto the Waverider completely on fire and looking for Jax but she comes across Mick who just stares until she stops flaming. She notices that he got pouty but still stared at her like she’s a goddess so she just kinda giggles and asks him if he seen Jax and he gets jealous but she’s his cousin and it’s just cute PyroFluff with her and Mick

Your POV

Ever since Jefferson left to take care of a project at work,I began to grow suspicious. I called one of my contacts at the BAU to track his cell phone use.

“I’m sorry Yn I did everything that I could he hasn’t used his phone in years”, Penelope said. “It’s not your fault sweetheart. You did the best you could”,I replied hanging up.

‘I swear when I get my hands on Jefferson,I’m going to slap him into next week’,I thought creating a fireball out of irritation. I quickly dismissed it. I grabbed my keys and headed to my aunt’s house.

‘That boy has the nerve to leave his mother alone after what happened to his father. Jax had some nerve’,I thought pulling up into her driveway.

I walked up to the door and knocked softly. My aunt immediately opened the door and pulled me inside. “How are you holding up”,I said touching her hand. “Worse ever since your cousin left”, she replied.

I glared at Jefferson’s photo on the fireplace. “Yn,I need you to promise me something”, she answered causing me to stare at her.

“Anything to knock some sense into Jefferson”,I said smiling . She chuckled at me. “Always protecting your auntie. I want you to keep Jefferson safe . . . by any means necessary”, Auntie answered. “You have my word Auntie”,I said walking out of her home.

Timeskip to the Waverider Jax POV

I was making repairs to the ship when a burst of flames pushed me to a hard surface. “Jefferson have you lost your damn mind”, the woman said angered.

The team saw what was happening and raised their weapons. “Yn , what are you doing here”,I replied surprised. “Trying to keep you out of trouble”, she said returning to her human form. “Mind telling us who this is Jefferson”, Rip answered.

Mick POV

“You better tell him before I beat it out you”, she said angrily. “Alright , alright. Everyone this is my cousin Yn”,Jefferson added rubbing his head in pain. I stared at her in awe. I had never seen anything like her. “Is he ok”, Yn said uncomfortably. I immediately turned away embarrassed.

“Don’t mind him. I’m Sara, that’s Mick, Snart, Dr. Stein , Kendra, Ray, Rip, and Carter”, a blonde woman said pointing at everyone.

“It’s nice to meet all of you. If you’ll excuse me , I need to talk to my cousin in private”, Yn replied as Jefferson followed close behind her.

I glared at the door as it closed. “You like her don’t you Mick”, Snart answered. “What makes you so sure”, I added. “You’re like an open book. Plus you , looked like you were going to murder Fireboy”, he replied.

I rolled my eyes. ‘She looked beautiful in her meta form. The flames hugged curves perfectly’, I thought blushing. “Aw the big man has a crush”, Kendra answered. “Am I really that easy to read”,I said anxious. Everyone nodded in agreement.

Your POV

After my little chat with Jefferson , the crew went on with their responsibilities. Except for Mick. He was twiddling with his gun. ‘A challenge. This will be fun’, I thought smiling as I sat next to him. “I saw you staring at me earlier”,I said .

He looked up at me and rubbed his neck. “I-i’m sorry it’s just that I’m really fascinated w-with fire”, Mick replied blushing.

“It’s fine most people would be terrified. I’m glad someone finds beauty in it. May sit with you”, I asked. He nodded and scooted over. I sat down next to him and smiled. “Why do you always sit by yourself”,I answered looking into his eyes. “I don’t really know. Friendships always ended badly for me”, he said looking away.

I sighed and grabbed his chin so he would look at me. “Not me, because underneath all the tough exterior is a man with a heart of gold”, I replied. It was silent between us, I felt like Mick and I were supposed to meet. He smiled at me . That wonderful, goofy , bright smile. “Lets see if you can live up to that promise”, he answered as I laid my head on his shoulder.

‘ Never thought a flame goddess could melt my thick skin’, Mick thought grinning.

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Heavy Hitters- Chapter 5

Heavy Hitters: Outlaw Country pt 5, Interim.

Sara convinces an old friend to join the Waverider team- as research and tech guru only, or so she said. As the newbie struggles to adjust to the team and the team struggles to adjust to her, Sara is playing a different game all together. One the new girl might not like too much.

Fandom: Legends of Tomorrow (or Flash or Arrowverse since it’s Mick Rory, but specifically LoT)

Pairing: Mick Rory x Plus Size OFC (cause Mick totally likes thick ladies)

Word Count: 2056

Warnings: Language, tiny bit of angst

Tags: @the-marvel-dc-peasant @mother-forker

Part one     |     Masterlist

A/N: Late for whatever winter holiday you observe but just in time for New Years! Also, why does everything always look like so much more when I type it in Docs?

Pluto was hot on her heels as Emily strode into the kitchen of the Waverider. She stopped short as the silvery doors slid open to the now familiar blue textured walls. The walls weren’t what caused to to stop though. Nor was it the now blooming potted plant that, honestly, Jax swore was fake. Nor was it the fact that Pluto trotted right in and made himself at home. No, what made Emily falter was the way the professor and Jax, huddled together at one of the tables, suddenly stopped talking despite how their conversion was already in hushed whispers. They spared her fleeting glances. Deep breath in, hold, release. Emily steeled herself, slipping a gentle smile onto her rounded face. ‘Hello, boys! How are ya feelin, Professor?” “Uh, just fine. Thank you, Ms. Kyteler.” “Anything I can do to help? I have a great cure-all. Old family reci-” “No!” “Oh.” “No, thank you, Ms. Kyteler. I am, uh, I am just fine.” “Of course, Professor.” Emily smiled. It was unusual for the professor to stumble over his words the way he just did. Or yell at her the way he did. But she knew better than to comment on it. “Well. How’s some dinner sound to ya’ll?”

Jax, for his part tried to act normal, “Oh you know I’m always down for some good cookin’.” His grin didn’t quite reach his eyes and he continued to stick close to the professor, glancing at him every so often. “How’s steak bowls sound?” she asked the boys. Not getting any response, she turned around and continued, “It's got steak, potatoes, tomatoes, greens, a homemade olive oil sauce. It's really yummy, trust me.” Still no response, she carried on with a stubborn smile on her face, flashing it over her shoulder. The door slid open with a tell-tale shing and Amaya’s light heels clipped into the kitchen.  “Hi, Amaya. You’re just in time for dinner. I’ve even got a great recipe for bread that goes perfect with this!” By now, she had already begun pulling out bowls and the potatoes. Her shoulders dropped, “No tomatoes? Or meat. Huh.” A low whine came from Pluto by the fabricator in the wall. Emily pouted. The professor and Jax watched the strange scene unfold. Amaya’s slow steps took her to the table where she stood and tried to understand the sudden chattiness of their new teammate. “Now… How do I work this thing…?” she mumbled to herself as she hesitantly pressed buttons hoping to get just what she needed. The small crowd turned towards the door when it slid open again. “Sara! Great timing. I think I just about figured ou-” “Hall. Now.” Warm fingers roughly grabbed Emily’s thick wrist and dragged her back across the room, through the door and out into the hallway. Sara pulled her a few steps down the hall, checking to be sure they were alone and away from prying ears. “Tell me.” It was an order. “Tell you what, Sara?” Play dumb, let her spell it out. Sara leveled a serious look at Emily, one that bred no room for games. Emily held her face- owlish eyes under pinched brows with her head tilted and lips parted. Innocence and confusion. “Emily. Gideon ran tests. Nate started healing at an incredible rate before you got him to the ship but after the two of you left the rest of us outside of town. You tell me. How exactly does that happen?” “I-” “And don’t you dare give me some bullshit his steel body or whatever.” Emily waited for a beat to be sure Sara was finished. “I was gonna say latent healing abilities but,” she looked Sara in the eye briefly, “we both know tha’s a lie, I s’pose.” She chewed the inside of her cheek fiercely, avoiding Sara’s intense stare just a fiercely. Sara heaved a heavy sigh and ran a hand through her hair. “You said you couldn’t anymore.” “And I shouldn’t have. But. Fuck Sara. What was I supposed to do? Let him die? I- I couldn’t. I mean, shit. I know he's annoyin’ and he does some dumb shit. But. I couldn’t just let him die.” She grabbed Sara’s wrists pulling her closer, face to face and stopping Sara’s pacing. “I couldn’t, Sara. You know that.” Emily rubbed Sara’s wrists with her thumbs gently, willing the blonde to feel the desperation as badly as she did just a few hours earlier. Sara nodded in understanding. “Ok. Okay. But you have got to be careful. Or you’ve got to come clean. You can’t have it both ways, Em. I know that, too.” Emily slowly released Sara’s hands with a nod. “Okay. I’mma go finish up dinner. Will you, um, go let the others know? I should be done in about’a hour. I’ll take some to Nate, too. Least I could do.” Sara scoffed. “You’ve done plenty. But yeah. No problem.” Sara nodded and turned on her heels, walking down the hall and away from the kitchen. Emily took a few steps towards the kitchen, trying her best to center herself. She squared her shoulders when reached the door. Her smile slid into place just as the doors slid open. “What was that about?” Jax questioned. “Hm? Oh. Sara just wanted to make sure I was okay after that whole, shootout thing. It uh... “ she looked sheepish to sell it, “It’s not really somethin’ I’m all that used to.” “Huh. Well, are you?” “Oh, yes. I- I’m alright. Thank you for askin’ though. You’re so sweet, Jax,” Emily smiled. “Now! Back to dinner! I’m sure ya’lll are all hungry.” An hour later, the fragrant aromas coming from the kitchen had attracted the attention, and presence of, the whole crew, save Nate. Who was already bitching about not needing to be in the med bay- especially when there was “clearly and obviously a damn good meal within walking distance!” Jax and Stein were still in their seats from earlier. Amaya and Sara had joined them at the table. Mick come rumbling in a bit before dinner had finished, grabbing a beer and propping his feet up in a chair at the other table. Ray was still sitting with Nate in the med bay, not that the current argument over the underground city Derinkuyu was helping the healing process any. Emily made up seven bowls taking care to adjust each one to her teammate’s preferences. Extra meat for Mick and Sara. No meat, extra greens for Amaya. Extra potatoes, no tomatoes for Jax and extra greens with no olive oil for the professor. She set each bowl down on the table grabbing a beer for Mick and Sara. “Anyone else need anything?” Her response was mostly the sounds of forks hitting the bowls as they took their first bites. Emily waited to make sure they were all happy and enjoying their meals before taking up two warm, wrapped bowls and a small loaf of bread along with two sets of silverware. She made the short trip to the med bay quicker than normal. The arguing from the two boys could be heard even down the all. “Look, all I’m saying is that, you know, mole-people shouldn’t be completely excluded as a possibility.” “Except for the fact that they have already been scientifically proven to be made for humans. By humans. Not giant, furry claws.” “You’re such a killjoy! I mean really, who's to say that after a- a mellinia of evolution and selective breeding and- and darwinism! That these specific mole-people are expert cave carvers?” Emily laughed at the two men. They were so much alike. She stood and watched them for a bit before stepping closer with the food. “Well if the freakin’ mole-people did it then why not just say aliens?!” “Dude. We are literally in a time traveling spaceship!” “Okay but w-” “Food! Gentlemen! Dinner time, I hope you’re hungry. I made sure to pack extra for ya’ll.” “Oh finally! When Gideon wouldn’t let me up I was worried you’d forget about me!” “Never, Nate. We’re a team, right?” “See?” Ray smiled that charming, proud smile with his back straight and shoulders wiggled down, “Told ya’ we wouldn’t be left out!” “Alright, well there’s plenty more in the kitchen if ya’ll want more.” The trip back to the kitchens, where the rest of the team awaited was significantly slower. “Gi?” “Yes, Ms Kyteler?” “Did I make the right decision?” “Without your intervention, Dr. Haywood would most likely be dead.” Emily sighed and stomped her foot a little. “I know that, Gi. But that doesn’t… I’m still not sure I did the right thing. If they know…” “I’m afraid I’m not quite sure what you’re asking of me, Miss. I think these are questions only you can answer.” “Can’t you offer me any help here?” Emily’s steps were slower and she felt lumbering now. “Hm. How would you have felt if you hadn’t intervened and Dr Haywood died? Captain Lance seems to know whatever it is you’re intent on keeping from the others. She seems to be quite alright with whatever it is.” That caused her to pause. She bit at her thumb, pondering what her next move should be. What they would think. What would happen. What to say. A thousand different scenarios played in her head over and over, each with a hundred variations.   “Miss?” Emily shook her head to clear her thoughts, “Yeah, Gi?” “Captain Lance was wondering if you were still in the med bay.” “Right. Of course. Thank you, Gi.” “Any time, Miss.” Her steps were quicker but Emily did not feel any lighter. She still felt too heavy, too slow, too awkward. But she squared her shoulders and smiled regardless when she reached the door and had to face her, well, the team. “Hey, just in time- grab me ‘nother beer, yeah?” Emily did as asked, with a smile on her round face, as usual, which Mick happily returned. For a second, Emily allowed herself to believe it was for her, and not just the beer she set on the table in front of what appeared to be his second beef bowl. She took a seat next to Sara with her own beer. Amaya had apparently finished earlier and left so Emily took her chair, getting a brief “Hello” from both Jax and Stein before they returned to whatever fervent conversation they were having. “Hey, Sara.” “Took you long enough.” “Sorry, I got a little uh, caught up talking with the boys. They were in some kind of debate about mole-people and aliens or something. I- I don’t know.” “Emily,” Sara hissed. “You need to do it. You know you do.” “Oh. Uh. Sara, I- I don’t know. Could we, maybe, talk about this later?” It was Sara’s turn to sigh, hers nearly a growl. “They are- we are depending on you. We deserve to know the full gambit of what we’re running with.” What. Always “what”. Emily’s chest pulled but her face never wavered. She played with the colorful paper wrapped on the bottle in front of her. “They won’t understand.” “They will. I did- I do.” “You didn’t at first.” Emily met Sara’s eyes and her smile slipped for a second. “They won’t. Different is bad.” “In case you haven’t noticed, we’re all a little different here.” Emily shook her head and took a deep drink from her beer. “Yeah, but not like me.” She scoffed at herself. “And now I sound like a walking cliche. Awesome.” Least I can still laugh at myself. “You need to give us a chance. I’m not saying we’re real great at this touchy-feely crap but… We make due. Our way. We’re more alike than you think.” “Sara,” another sigh, “Mick has an affection for fire, Amaya uses a totem, those two were fused thanks to some kind of bullshit science, Nate is a genetic anomoly, Ray is just really fuckin’ smart-” “And me?” Pause. Breathe. Hold. Release. “And you made the best of a really shitty situation that was completely out of your hands- multiple times.” Emily held Sara’s hands and gaze. “I’m a whole different ball game, baby.” Sara was reluctant to give up. “Just-” Unfortunately, Emily was just as stubborn. “Just, fucking think about it. Ok?” “Okay.”

DC Legends of Tomorrow Masterlist

Sara Lance

Tired Partner

Just Tell Her (Coming Soon)

Kendra Saunders

Old News

Love Birds (Coming Soon)

Ray Palmer

Flustered Billionaire

Brains Over Money

Mick Rory

Hothead with Muscles

Flame Goddess

Leonard Snart

Your Twin (Coming Soon)

Here (Coming Soon)

Jefferson “Jax” Jackson

Fire Boy and Water Girl (Coming Soon)

Kisses and Tinkering (Coming Soon)

Rip Hunter

Brave Yet Stupid (Coming Soon)

Perfection (Coming Soon)

Martin Stein

Old Man (Coming Soon)

Right Hand Man (Coming Soon)

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Heavy Hitters- Chapter 4

Heavy Hitters: Outlaw Country pt 4

Sara convinces an old friend to join the Waverider team- as research and tech guru only, or so she said. As the newbie struggles to adjust to the team and the team struggles to adjust to her, Sara is playing a different game all together. One the new girl might not like too much.

Fandom: Legends of Tomorrow (or Flash or Arrowverse since it’s Mick Rory, but specifically LoT)

Pairing: Mick Rory x Plus Size OFC (cause Mick totally likes thick ladies)

Word Count: 1718

Warnings: Language, Cannon violence

Tags: @the-marvel-dc-peasant

Part one     |     Masterlist

A/N: So I dunno if any of ya’ll have ever been on the teacher/administration side of homecoming and exams and stuff but... not. not fun. Especially when you’re not getting information you’re supposed to be getting and schedules keep changing and you teach 1st grade, 5th grade AND high school. It sucks. But its over! So Now I can write!. And!! I got my first tag! 

Aftermath of the retreat and regrouping- Lemme know what you think.

Pluto’s head pops up- the first time he had moved in well over an hour, the professor noted. His ears up and alert, he urgently pads to the bay door of the wave rider, whining lowly. The professor followed. He rounded the corner just in time to see the door retract as Emily half drags a limp, near unconscious Nate inside. The others riding up in the distance.  “What? What on earth happened?!”

“Help me, Gi- prepare the med bay!” Emily deflects.

“Of course, Miss.”

Emily limps with Nate into the med bay. Sara and the rest of the crew hot on her heels. As she finally settles Nate into a chair, Ray storms into the white room. “Gideon run diagnostics.”

Nate, now coming around, groans. “For what? I’ve been shot.”

Gideon runs a scan; blue lights roam Nate’s chest. “The bullet has lodged itself between several of Dr Haywood's internal organs,” she reports. Sara looks at purple and pink diagnostics screen. Emily stands by the door, biting the pad of her thumb. Ray looks at Nate’s chest in disbelief, as if everything would click into place in his mind if he looked just hard enough.

“Hows that possible? He's made of steel?”

Sara ground her teeth. “Because it wasn't a normal bullet. It was dwarf star.”

“I estimate his chance of survival at 51%”

“Would it kill you to say better than average, Gideon?” Nate groans.

“It would have been much lower but you seem to have already begun healing at an abnormal rate, Dr Haywood.”

Emily tenses then swiftly leaves the med room quiet as possible. Sara turns around at the swooshing only to see Pluto running after her.

She shakes her head, asks Ray to stay with Nate and takes her own leave. Sara stops a few steps from the now closed door.

“Gideon?”

“Yes, Captain Lance?”

Sara took a deep, deliberate breath. “Investigate Nate’s rapid healing and alert me immediately if you find anything. Do not share the results with anyone but me.”

“Of course, Captain Lance.” She paused, as if the AI was thinking, “May I ask why?”

“I have a suspicion, I’d like to have all my facts before I confront someone.”

“Very wise.”

Sara nodded then strode of towards the other side of the ship. She joined Hex in study, and by the time she walked in to see Hex pouring himself- another- drink, she was pissed.  Hex jumped one of Sara’s thin, hidden knives lodged itself in between his fingers. That got his attention. “We made a plan,” she seethed. “You went off book. Now, you’re going to tell me what the hell is going on between you and Turnbull.”

Hex leveled her with a look, “I don’t answer to you- Miss Lance.”

“Its Captain Lance. And if you did answer to me, Nate wouldn’t have gotten shot.” She grabbed the knife’s handle, still sticking straight up in the desk, and leans in close to his face, “Now I know you don’t like taking orders from a woman, but you’re going to like getting your ass kicked by one even less.” She leaned back, eyeing him, challenging him, before yanking the knife from the desk and taking up a stance across the room.

Hex clinched his jaw, weighing his options. He slammed his fist on the table and growled lowly. “I’ve been after Turnbull for 8 years now. Almost got him twice. He wants ta see me pushin’ up daisies just as bad as I wanna’ see him do the same.” He gave a small nod.

“Because why?”

“Little town in Oklahoma.” He stepped towards Sara slowly. “Goes by the name of Calvert. Turnbull and his men were harrasin’em. Hired me to fight back.” Hex stepped past her now.

Sara turns to look at him- the name clicking in her head. “Calvert- that's the town Rip left in the lurch.” It wasn’t a question. She knew well of the former time master’s shameful- but survival driven- act.

Hex grunted. “My little rebellion made the other towns think they didn’ need ta pay protection money to Turnbull and ‘is gang. So one night, Turnbull gathered every man, woman and child in Calvert locked us in a church and set it on fire. Somehow I escaped. God saw it fit to leave this li’l souvenir “ He turned his face to show her the scarred left cheek. “Oh what the hell am I tellin’ a woman this for?” He walks past Sara and back to the safety of his liquor. “You’d never understand.” He downs his drink.

“Wrong.”

Hex shot her a look.

“Like I said,” she leaned against the desk, “Vendetta’s kinda my thing. I’ve got a Turnbull. And he’s still out there.”

“Well- here you are with a time ship.”

“Been there. Done that. Killing Darhk would create ripples in the timeline that I can’t control.” She paused a beat. “I can help you capture Turnbull.”

Hex eyed her, “Even though I screwed up?”

“Been there, too,” she shrugged. “Startin’ to think screwing up is just an essential part of survival.”

Hex nodded in appreciation but continued to stare her down. “Huh. Ya’ know-”

“Captain Lance? Sorry to interrupt.”

“Yes, Gideon?”

“I have some results that I think you might want to see.”

Jax propped his arm against the angular cut of the sliding steel door, his other hand on his hip. Stein had his back to him. He raised his hand and tossed a small white pill into his mouth taking a gulp of water quickly after. “So,” started Jax, “How’s the headache?”

The professor turned quickly, smiling unconvincingly at his younger partner. “Fine. Nothing a little Aspirin couldn’t help.”

“Funny, that's not what Gideon told me.” Jax stepped closer, crossing the silvery blue toned room in a few quick strides. “What’s going on?” He wagged his finger like a disapproving parent, “And don't lie, because you know I can always tell.” Jax crossed his arms in a familiar stance.

Stein smiled a bit- the irony of their role reversal not lost on him. “Alright. While you were away I-” he took a breath, preparing himself or Jackson, he wasn't sure which, “I had a vision.”

“A- a vision? Like a hallucination?”

Gray wouldn’t look him in the eyes. “It's possible it could merely be a- a side effect from multiple time jump- aahh!” A vision took him before he could finish his sentence. He doubled over, leaning into Jax for support. He gasped for his breath. His mind filled with images of a young woman with short dark hair, laying on a blanket in a park. He could hear her laughter, feel her joy- but…

“Gray! Gray!”

The professor groaned in response, finally righting himself.

“That,” Jax stuck his finger out again, “ is not a reaction to time travel. What did you just see?”

The professor stutters a bit, “A woman. One I-I’ve never met but her face just keeps fla-flashing in m-my-my mind. It's like I’m having memories of a stranger.” His tone becoming gradually more and more desperate, spitting out the words to just get them out. He finally looked at his partner, searching Jax’s eyes as if he had the answer. “But I haven’t the slightest notion why.”

Amaya can hear Mick’s rhythmic punches before she can see his door. She paused, heaving a sigh in the doorway. The dull, rapidfire thud thud thud of Mick’s black gloved hands against the punching bag hung up filled the room. “Trying to work out your frustration?”

Mick paused, finally acknowledging her presence. “Something like that,” he rasped turning around.

“What happened out there today?” She stepped into the room fully ignoring Micks stare. “You lost control.”

The larger man lowered himself into his chair with surprising gentleness. “Says you. That man back in town? The drinker, the gambler, the animal that wants to watch the whole world burn,” he drew out the word, “That's the real me.“

Amaya stepped even closer. “I happen to know a thing or two about animals. They’re not vicious by nature. Unless they’re attacked.”

Mick almost had to laugh- almost. “If you’re tryin’ to tell me that to get me to tell you some sob story about how horrible and painful my life is- forget it. I’m not a victim.”

“Sara’s told me about all the things you’ve done for this team. And you don’t sound like an animal who just wants to watch the world burn.”

Mick chuckled lowly to himself. “They like to pretend I’m part of the team. But they have me on a leash. No.” He hummed low to himself. “Now,” Mick adjusted his gloves, the burns showing on his left wrist, “If you’ll excuse me.”

He stood, pushing Amaya out of his personal space and continued his assault on the the punching bag completely ignoring her.

Amaya, dejected, left.

Emily sat in her quarters with Pluto. It was silent enough to for her to hear her own pulse and her teeth against her thumb. It was dark, too. Save the soft light twinkling from the sting lights circling above her bed, diffused by leafy vines, brightly colored crystals and folded paper cranes. Her ever-present furry companion curled himself around her feet. Her mind was as blank as the wall in front of her.

Pluto looked up at her and let out a small whine. He curled tighter into her, trying to give her as much comfort as he could.

Deep breath- her heavy chest and round stomach expanding.

Hold it in- her head nodded along with her ten count.

Release slowly- her breath blew from her mouth in a long, languid move, her entire body deflating.

She slapped her cheeks lightly, feeling the sting on her face. “Alright!”

Pluto raised his head peering at her with intelligent eyes. She smiled, tapping his nose with her finger, “No more moping!”She stood, Pluto moving out of her way. They both stretched. Emily raised her hands high above her head, working out the kinks of her shoulders and back from the long day.

“We’ll prolly be back at it tomorrow, huh, Plu? What do you say we go cook everyone some dinner?”

Pluto all but jumped at the mention of food, trotting after her down the hall to the kitchens.

Heavy Hitters- Chapter Three

Heavy Hitters: Outlaw Country pt 3

Sara convinces an old friend to join the Waverider team- as research and tech guru only, or so she said. As the newbie struggles to adjust to the team and the team struggles to adjust to her, Sara is playing a different game all together. One the new girl might not like too much.

Fandom: Legends of Tomorrow (or Flash or Arrowverse since it’s Mick Rory, but specifically LoT)

Pairing: Mick Rory x Plus Size OFC (cause Mick totally likes thick ladies)

Word Count: 1624

Tags/Warnings: Language, Cannon violence

Part one     |     Masterlist

A/N: Fuck yeah fight scene! (Sorry if it’s shitty) And bit more Emily. Starts out with  2x6: Outlaw Country and follows it almost word for word with the new OC of course. Still not much interaction between Emily and Mick in this one. It will happen soon I promise!!  Lemme know what you think.

Micks gruff voice filled the room, “I’ll drink to that!” The men clinked their glasses and laughed loudly. A pretty brunette in the same red dress as the earlier blonde joined the two at the table, rubbing a gloved hand on Mick’s shoulder.

Turnbull gave the woman a sideways look, “Ya’ gonna have som’a that?”

Outside, Hex’s patience wanes. Sara hears his gun click behind her and looks back to see him checking and loading it. He looks at her from under his hat. “Ya’ gonna sit around while those two bend elbows?”

Sara turns on him quick, putting a firm hand on his chest. “What’re you doin’?”

“Imma Collect my bounty whether you like it or not.” He wasn’t backing down.

“Stick to the plan, Jonah.” She pushes him back a step. Emily steps up behind him, tentatively, waiting for a signal from Sara.

“Ya guy on the inside ain’t stickin’ to the plan. Why the ‘ell should I?” Hex steps around Sara and she lets him go. Sara sighs deeply looking back at Emily.

“Sara?” Amaya’s voice cracks through the comms, “What do you want me to do?”

“Brace yourself.”

Turnbull’s still laughing when Hex storms through the doors to the saloon, letting out a thunderous, “Turnbull!” It was like the saloon slowed for a few seconds; patrons gasped and stopped their partying, the piano player ends his jaunty tune abruptly, and Turnbull’s laugh dies short. He turns to face Hex.

“Well. If it ain’t the Great Jonah Hex, himself!” Turnbull laughs the last part looking at Mick. “Oooh! You got quite’a pair ta walk into my establishment like this. Ya like a cockroach- hard ta kill!”

“I’m takin’ you in,” Hex pulls his pistols and aims for Turnbull, “ Alive or dead. Your choice.”

Turnbull narrowed his eyes at Hex. “I choose… dead!” His words signaled nearly every man in the saloon to stand up and aim whatever gun they had at Hex. “Actually, Jonah, I’m glad you paid me this lit’le visit. See,” Turnbull held his revolver up, making a show of- oddly enough- emptying the chamber of every bullet it held, “I’ve been workin’ on a little somethin’. Seems that ore that I discovered, well.” The bullets he loaded into his gun had a strange black tip. “Its got special qualities.”

Turnbull slowly raised his gun and grinned as he took aim at Hex. Amaya looked on a little unsure what to do.

Turnbull’s finger slowly pulled the trigger.

Hex braced to take the bullet.

Amaya held her breath, waiting.

Mick waited for his opportunity.

And Sara burst in, whipping Turnbull’s wrist, knocking his aim off.

The bullet blurred past Hex. It hit the empty wooden wall behind Hex just as he dove to the ground.

For a deafening second, the air inside the saloon freezed hot and humid. Breath stuck in throats as blue white light explodes into black billowly smoke.

The world inside the saloon slammed back into movement. Bodies dropped to the ground. The crew burst into action.

Sara uses her whip to snatch Turnbull’s legs from under him. The man next to Mick yelps at the pain of his powerful elbow meeting smashing into his face before he drops unconscious to the floor. Ducking one punch, Sara kicks another in the throat and spins low before punching out the next outlaw in line.

Mick grabbed the rifle from an outlaw next to him, whipping him across the face with it and knocking him out. Another outlaw turns around to fight Mick but Amaya takes him out before he lands a hit. She takes his gun and slams his head into the table hard.

Amaya tosses the rifle to Mick and he cocks them both in an impressive action. The tell-tale shit-stirring grin grew on his face. “Let’s party!” He begins firing at outlaws as Amaya breaks a bottle over a man's head. A few people run up stairs and out into the street for cover hoping to escape the chaos erupting in the bar. Hex shoots one man then begins grappling with another before falling down with the man smashing his face in with his pistol. Hex gets up, realizing they’re out numbered in the crowded bar, and steps through the huge hole torn into the side of the saloon by the ore bullet. Amaya runs after him, knocking another man unconscious on her way out. Mick follows slowly, walking backwards and firing both rifles into the crowd of outlaws. “Com’on!” Mick was still riled up. He ducks out.

The three from the bar meet up with the three from the mining camp just outside the saloon. Emily met them at a crate laden wagon a few yards from the saloon. Her gaze flitting between the hole, the door and her crewmates. Her fists clenched and her teeth as she searched for Sara.

Instead all she saw was more murderous outlaws.

“Man,” Jax half joked, “Why do you guys get to have all the fun?”

“We just got back from Turnbull’s mines-” Nate looked around the barrels to take a few clean shots. “Reason for the aberration?”

“He’s digging up dwarf star.”

Turnbull saunters through the hole, raising his gun and cocks it taking haphazard aim.

Emily perks up, “Sara!”

“Go! Get back to the ship!”

The air shakes and another blue plume explodes from the cart. The team jumps back, avoiding any serious injury but not quite clear of the blast.

“Run yew yella bellied cowards!”

Nate fires at Turnbull as they slowly retreat. Turnbull returns fire blowing up another large stack of crates.

He reloads leisurely.

Henchmen fire.

Mick puts himself in the line of fire.

“Finally some excitement!”

He had that crazy look in his eye again.

Amaya shouted for him but he ignored her.

Emily had a bad feeling. She kept her eyes wide and roving trying to take in everything around her.

“An’ here I thought you and me’s was gonna be friends!”

“I don’t have friends,” Mick growled.

The knot that was not Emily’s stomach tightened. She ground her teeth to alleviate the pressure she felt in the air.

Mick pressed the triggers of both rifles down.

Click.

He tried again.

The empty click echos in Emily’s ears and her face drops.

“Fuck.”

Mick tossed the guns down but stands his ground. Turnbull scrunches up his face but aims for Mick nonetheless. It seemed to happen too slowly and too fast all at one.

Mick stood. Turnbull fired. The exploding dwarf star bullet raced. And Nate, all shiny and silver, stepped in front of Mick. In front of the gun. In front of the bullet that didn’t bounce off him like usual.

The silver drained from his face, from his hands, down his neck and wrists. He glanced down and saw red. He was bleeding. He was shot. He stumbled back. Mick caught him and began to pull him back. Amaya runs forward, panic in her voice.

“Nate?! Nate! Are you okay?”

Mick pulls him back to the flimsy cover of crates. Blood is covering Nate's hand now. “I’m made of steel, remember?” He refuses to look at his wound again.

Amaya wasn’t sure what to focus on, her eyes bouncing from Nate to Turnbull and back. “Oh- Oh my gosh.”

Turnbull, satisfied with the damage he's caused, lowers his gun as the team begins to retreat to the safety of the Waverider.

“Amaya, give them room,” Sara orders. They steal a few horses on the outside of town. Mick lifts Nate up onto one. Sara pushes Emily towards it, her eye contact deeper in meaning that simply ‘lets get back as quick as possible’. “Take care of him. “

Emily freezes for a split second. The pathetic deathly groan that slips from Nate’s lips quash any argument she had. She carefully swings her legs up and over the horse, maneuvering herself behind Nate and pull him back so his back is reclined against her chest. Gathering the reins in one hand and pressing the other firmly to his still bleeding wound, Emily nods and kicks the horse into a fast pace.

“Will he be okay?”

“They’ll meet us there,” Sara meets Amaya’s eyes again.

“I meant with her.”

“I trust her. You will, too. Now lets go.”

The Waverider was a ways out still. They had been riding hard for nearly 20 minutes and Nate was beginning to cough hard. Emily slowed the horse to give his body some reprieve but kept pressing forward. That is until, he coughed up blood.

Her mind raced as she slowed the horse to a walk.

“No, it's okay. I can handle it. Just a little blood. And I’m made of steel.”

“Shut up, okay?”

“I’m made of steel. I’m Commander Steel.” His voice was getting weaker and weaker.

She sighed. “Okay. Okay, Commander. I’ve got a trick. I don’t know if you can hear me or not, but I need this to be our little secret, okay?”

He babbled something softly. Emily took it as confirmation.

She took a deep breath and pressed his body against hers. “Focus, Commander. Breathe with me.”

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

In.

Dramatic and deep, eventually, Nate’s breath matched hers. “Good,” she cooed.

Slowly she pulled Nate’s limp hand from his chest and replaced it with hers. Her palm flat and firm over the bullet hole, began to warm and gave a subtle glow. Nate’s head lulled onto her shoulder as he passed out.

“Good, you’re going good, Commander.”

The bleeding stopped, as did the glowing. But the warmth stayed and so did her hand. She got the horse moving again and rushed the rest of the distance to the ship.

This was going to take some explaining.

Heavy Hitters- Chapter Two

Heavy Hitters: Outlaw Country pt 2

Sara convinces an old friend to join the Waverider team- as research and tech guru only, or so she said. As the newbie struggles to adjust to the team and the team struggles to adjust to her, Sara is playing a different game all together. One the new girl might not like too much.

Fandom: Legends of Tomorrow (or Flash or Arrowverse since it’s Mick Rory, but specifically LoT)

Pairing: Mick Rory x Plus Size OFC (cause Mick totally likes thick ladies)

Word Count: 3909

Tags/Warnings: Language, Cannon violence

Part one     |     Masterlist

A/N: Bit more action in this one. And a lot more Emily. Starts out with  2x6: Outlaw Country and follows it almost word for word with the new OC of course. Still not much interaction between Emily and Mick in this one. The next one will be much more action packed. And prolly up within the week. Maybe this weekend. I’ve actually got most of the rest of this chapter typed. At nearly 9k words it just seemed to long so I decided to cut it in half.  Lemme know what you think.

It didn't take too long for everyone to suit up again. Emily made sure to check on the professor before the others left. She found him in one of the engineering work rooms tinkering with something on a desk she couldn’t quite see. He had books spread out open to various pages and was hunched slightly with his back to her. She could just barely make out his voice as he mumbled, talking himself through whatever problem. She smiled softly. “Professor?” Emily called, her voice low. He still jumped.

“Huh? Wha-?” He turned finally catching her eye, “Ah, yes. Ms. Kyteler. What can I do for you?”

“Emily is fine, Professor.” He smiled at her and she knew he’d ignore her like he did the last dozen or so times she had corrected him. She took a step closer, careful not to invade his personal space. “I wanted to check on you. Jax said you weren’t feeling alright.”

Stein huffed lightly making a mental note to thank Jax for covering for him. “Yes, yes, dear. No need to worry. Liberty 1874 is just a young man’s town, that’s all. And I’m feeling a bit strange today. Thought it best to let the others handle this.”

Emily nodded. “Well, Pluto ‘ere is good company if you need it,” she gestured to the medium sized white dog with too-intelligent eyes sitting patiently at her feet as always. His ears perked up when she looked down to him. The click click click of his nails echoed slightly in the empty room before Pluto settled next to the desk the Professor was working on. “And, he’s really good at problem solvin’. Always helps me work mine out.” She looked back up and met the older man’s stare. Emily always like that no matter how much his irritation showed on his face, his eyes and words always seemed to be kind to her. She was sure it had something to do with her being a younger woman- and not an assassin. He treated Amaya the same way. She smiled fully at him, “Alright, then. An’ just for the record,” she started, her grin skewing itself and eyes growing mischievous, “You an’ I both know you could prolly handle half the men in that town by yourself.”

He laughed at her as she turned on her boot heels and strode quickly towards the bay doors to meet up with the others.

Finally as the group arrived in Liberty, the Waverider crew was struck by just how empty it had become. There were still a handful of people, maybe a dozen, milling around but it looked mostly like older shop owners and their porch dogs.

Emily looked around hummed lowly. “Or all of them.” She caught the questioning look Mick gave her. She let a nervous smile twitch onto her face and shook her head quickly before ducking slightly and looking around again.

“Where is everybody?” Clearly Jax, at the front by Hex, noticed the same emptiness.

Hex grumbled a bit. “Well, ever since Turnbull set up shop six months ago, everyone’s been run outta town or made ta work in the mine.”

“Mine?” Mick stepped forward, “What kinda mine? Gold?” Emily rolled her eyes as a corner of her mouth turned up.

“Hell if I know.”

“Nobody’s been mining for gold near these parts for half a century,” Nate recited as he watched a man on a horse walk closely by. “Listen to me, ‘these parts’. I sound like I’m a cowboy.” He couldn’t keep the boyish excitement out of his voice.

“He must of pulled something from under the ground that’s makin’ him rich- Turnbull owns the saloon.” Ray pointed out.

Hex spoke up as he continued to lead the group through the all but barren brown on slightly lighter brown landscape, “An’ hotel, laundry and the whorehouse.”

Sara didn’t skip a beat, “The answers ‘no’, Mick.”

The group slowed to a stop with Hex in front of a building, “Turnbull’s gotta office above the saloon.” He shot Sara a look, “He’s also got about a dozen men makin’ sure no one gets close to ‘im.”

“Well, I think we can.” Sara dug a hand into her pocket as she faced her crew. “Mick,” she tossed something at him, “Why don’t you mosey on in there- have yourself a good time?” Mick looked slightly confused for a second, instantly realizing that Sara had just tossed him a small bag full of coins used in the town. And was asking him to go blow it all on liquor. Emily smiled to herself as she caught onto Sara’s plan.

He wasn’t about to ask questions though. “If you insist.” Emily watched him walk into the saloon before Sara could change her mind.

Amaya, ever the voice of reason, questioned Sara, “I'm not sure I understand you plan. You just sent a match to a powder keg.”

“That is the plan,” Emily answered quietly.

Sara nodded. “And if Turnbull doesn't want his saloon to burn down, he's gonna have to come out of his office and deal with it.” Jax started nodding along, grinning in agreeance with the plan.

“Yeah, get your boy to get into a fight with Turnbull and pull ’im out here to the streets.” Hex suggested.

Seems everyone’s catching up now. Emily lips pulled up again, not quite into a smile.

“Amaya,” Sara continued, “Your job is to make sure Rory keeps his pistol in his pants until he’s outside.”

“Well. Clearly, I drew the short straw,” she sassed at Sara as she walked towards the saloon.

Emily glared a bit after her, lips pursed slightly. That’s no way to think of your teammate.

Jax stepped forward. “So, what do you want us to do?”

“Reckon I could set up close with a long gun,” Ray spit on the ground.

“Are you chewing tobacco?” Nate asked.

Rays eyebrows lifted, “Mm. Tootsie roll.”

“Get rid of your hats, and your guns,” Sara ordered.

“What?” Jax followed his orders anyways, but not before spinning his gun on his finger. “I thought we were supposed to be badass cowboys.” He aimed his gun dramatically.

“You boys wanna know why Turnbull went from a cattle wrestler to owning his own country? Imma need you to infiltrate his base of operations.”

“As what?” Nate was less than impressed with this prospect.

Sara raised her eyebrows and grinned. “No one says no to the tax man.”

All three echoed a small groan. Emily held back a laugh.

Once the three boys were sent towards Turnbull’s accountant, Emily stepped closer to her companions. They were in a comfortable silence for a few beats, simply waiting on the powder keg of Mick in a saloon to explode. Hex looked between the two women. “What? You useless or something?”

Emily eyed him for a second. The turned and shot a look to Sara. “Or something,” Emily shrugged at Hex. He stared at her before shaking off his confusion and falling into companionable silence with the women.

At the accountant’s office, the boys, looking slightly less rough around the edges now, introduced themselves to a nervous, well-dressed man with round glasses. “Ya’ll tax collectors?”

Nate smiled reassuringly, “We’re here to go over your books and make sure everything’s in order.”

“And we’re in a bit of a hurry so, uh...” Jax rushed.

Ray confirmed, “Yes, we're on the next train back to Washington,D.C.”

The accountant looked even more confused. “Well, there ain't no train to Washington. Pass won’t be open til spring.” he nodded at Nate. Nate in turn smiled and forced out a laugh preparing to cover Ray’s blunder.

“He means mule train.” Ray grit hit teeth but didn’t disagree. “This guy.”

Nate walked through the threshold of the office. “How'd we go from desperado to accountant?”

“Well at least Micks having fun,” Jax grumbled following in after him.

“Stuck here doing research while everyone else is out drinking,” Nate complained, pulling open a random drawer. “It's like high school all over again.”

Mick made a beeline for the bar. He slapped a coin on the wood and ordered a beer. A well- if not over- dressed woman at the end of the bar made eyes on the large gruff man. Amaya walked up and stood between them. It was clear she wasn’t happy with her assignment. Mick looked at Amaya. “Make it two,” he sighed.

The bartender gave them both a look. “You’re with him?”

“Unfortunately,” she nodded.

The boys continued to, as quickly and inconspicuously as possible, tear apart the office. Ray was closing a cabinet when he looked over and noticed a tan book, “Ledger” written diagonally across the cover. He opened the cover and took a quick look at some of the pages before calling for the others. “Guys, I think I found something. According to this ledger, Turnbull's stockpiling some kind of ore in a nearby mining camp.” He snapped the book closed as heavy footsteps turned the corner. Two large, armed men walked into the room.

Jax’s face pulled as the men looked at them, trying to scare the time travelers. “And you are?”

“I work for Mr. Turnbull.” Ray noticed a third man enter from the other door, effectively surrounding them as the first man spoke. “Who’re you?”

Ray cleared his throat. “My friends and I are with the Internal Revenue Service-”

“Uh-uh-uh. Mr Turnbull don’t like no taxmen.”

“Well nobody likes paying taxes,” Nate's voice dropped just a bit, “But they are an essential part of the Federal Government. And-”

“Mister Turnbull don’t like the Federal Government, neither.”

Jax tried a different approach. “Is that why he’s trying to start his own country?” It may not have been the best approach.

The man in front squinted at the “IRS agents” while the other two pulled deep frowns. “Oh see, now. Why’d ya have to go and say something’ like that?” He pulled his pistol from its position and made a show of cocking it as the other two men raised their guns as well. “Now I gotta pump some lead into ya so ya don’t go blabbin’ to the wrong person.” His eyes grew a little, making him look crazy.

“Hey, hey,” Nate tried to reason, “Would you shoot an unarmed man?”

The three hired men laughed amongst themselves. “I think that’s a ‘yes’.” Ray said just before all three leaped into action.

Jax lead the charge. He threw a mean right hook and caught the bearded man straight on knocking him down and unconscious. Nate didn’t wait for Jax to even stand and he leapt over both bodies to knock out another one before he could get away. Ray lunged to his right and too out one holding a rifle with strong left punch.

All three stood and smiled at each other, impressed with what they had done.

Hex wasn’t very good at waiting patiently for Rory to pick a fight. He walked across to the laundry. The saloon was still within eyesight but at least there was some shade and a place to sit. He crossed his arms and Emily sat stiffly beside him, while Sara stood a few steps aways. Each kept their eyes on the saloon.

“So what’s your relationship with Turnbull?” Sara asked.

“Come again?” Hex finally looked from the door. Sara turned and joined him at the table.

“Well, you’ve had dealings over the years.” She sat on the other side of Hex. “I can tell a vendetta when I see one. Kinda an expert when it comes to revenge.”

Hex looked towards Emily, just to look away from Sara and her truth. Emily just nodded along, agreeing with Sara’s statement. Hex huffed. Damn fillies “Is this what it's like- working with a woman?” Sara turned to face him more now. Emily turned her head and raised a challenging eyebrow. “Ya’ just, sit around and talk about your feelings?” Hex wouldn’t look either of them in the eye.

“Well, if your feelings are what almost got you hung- then yeah. I’d say they’re worth talking about.”

Hex finally looked Sara in the eye. “Not in this century,” he whispered.

While these three waited for Mick to finish his party, the other trio had swapped clothes with the unconscious outlaws. Though, Jax did find it a little creepy that they apparently had to undress unconscious men.

“Well,” started Nate, walking through the threshold to join the other two, “Now that we got some outlaw outfits, it’s time to find out what Turnbull’s stockpiling at his mining camp.”

“Or we can do the responsible thing and go back to the ship with the rest of the team,” Ray offered, hat in hand.

Nate scoffed lowly. “You’re joking, right?”

The three stared at each other for a tense moment. Ray cracked first, a smile lighting his face as he put his hat on his head. “Time to cowboy up!”

Jax hit his shoulder and they laughed before Jax turned out the door. Ray and Nate slapped each other on the arm a few too many times to be just friendly before following suit.

The dealer laid down cards in front of Mick, a pretty blonde on his lap and Amaya beside him with a bottle in her hand. The pianist continued to play some jonty old tune to fill the bar along with the sounds of other patrons drinking and talking. He flipped over one card- an ace of diamonds- and sighed dramatically. “Ahh…” His smug smile gave him away to anyone who knew him. Mick never smiled like that. Not unless he was planning something.

“Another blackjack,” the dealer commented as he continued placing cards on the table.

“Must be my lucky day!”

Amaya leaned in, “You’re cheating.”

“I’m winning.” He tossed back the shot in front of him. Mick handed the whore that had just gotten off his lap a bill. “Sweetheart, that's for you.” She giggled and took it smiling at him. “I’ll see you around.” He wasn’t done sharing his wealth yet. “Piano man!” Mick slapped another bill on the wooden top of the instrument, “Play something else.” He continued past the musician. “I’ve had more fun at a funeral.” He hit his hand on the bar top a few times. “Bartender!” Loud and obnoxious, this was the Mick Rory the Waverider crew knew and, well, kind of loved.

He turned to the older man beside him at the bar who had started giving him a strange curious look. The man's white eyebrows drawn up as he took a small step back to appraise the unfamiliar man. “And who might you be?” Mick roughed, turning up his glass again.

“Names Turnbull.”

Mick looked unimpressed. “Never heard of him.”

“That’s my name on the sign in front’a the saloon.” Turnbull’s unbelieving face never wavering. “Can’t you read?”

“Ha Ha Ha. So it’s your money I’m winning? Well, that's interesting.” Mick plucked his ever-present lighter from his pocket and took a bill from the bar top. He made a show of flicking open the lighter and bringing it slowly to the corner of the money.

Amaya, who had been watching from her seat, groaned silently. Mick always knew what buttons to push. Then again, that

why Sara sent him into the saloon to begin with.

“I’d say your luck ‘as run out, partner.” Turnbull quipped.

Mick paid no mind, by now transfixed on the golden flame. He broke his gaze and dropped the now useless money.

“Ya’ just gonna stand there and make threats?” Mick challenged. Amaya silently got up. She positioned herself closer, ready to back up her crewmate if necessary. ”Or ya’ gonna do something ta back it up?”

Both men took a step back, reaching for the pistols on their hips.

“Amaya,” Sara’s voice crackled over the coms, “What’s going on in there?”

She pressed her finger to her ear and turned slightly from the piano player. “You wanted Mick to start a fight. Looks like your plans working.”

As the now properly- or rather improperly- dressed trio made their way into the mining camp, dirty bandanas covering their faces to help them blend in more, Jax groaned loudly. “Man, people didn’t wash in the wild wild west?” He could hardly handle the stench of the stolen clothes they were now baking in.

“Well, we’re criminals, remember? It's important to smell the part,” Ray reasoned.

An older outlaw dressed in all black, save his off white bandana tied around his neck, looked up as the boys walked into the camp. He stood from his spot by a fire pit. “Hey boys, we got company,” he alerted the other outlaws as he grabbed his gun. He aimed it directly at Nate.

Jax crossed his arms in a challenging stance. Ray and Nate held their ground, not even blinking. All three played their parts to perfection hoping this would work and they wouldn’t get shot all to hell in a time when “modern medicine” was “puttin’ a lil’ dirt on it”.

“I dun’ reck-on-ize you,” the man drew.

Nate thought fast, “Ah well that’s probl’y because’a our new bandana.” He pointed to his face.

The outlaw looked towards Ray. “This one off ‘is rocker?” He gestured towards Nate.

Ray just shrugged. He lowered his voice deeply, “You could blow ‘is brains out,” Nate sent him a questioning glare. “Only, he hasn’t got any.” 

Apparently, the play worked. The outlaws laughed loudly and patted Nate roughly on the shoulder and back before walking off.

Nate returned the favor to Ray. “Nice work.”

Back on the ship, Professor Stein walked into the medbay with a slight limp. “Gideon, let's run the neuro-imaging scan again. Th-There must be something you missed,” He asked taking a seat in the second chair. Pluto, who wouldn’t listen to the professor’s command to “stay put and leave him alone” stopped just after the first chair, careful to be out of the way but still obviously present despite the dog’s silence.

“The odds that I misdiagnosed your condition are infinitesimally thin,” the AI litted. “The algorithm programmed into my medical diagnostic systems-”

“Oh just do it,” the professor grumbled.

“As you wish, professor.” She fired up the scanner and its blue lights came to life with a soft whir. He breathed heavily while the machine completed its short scan. “Biometric scan reveals all brain functions are within normal parameters. Physiologically, there's nothing wrong with you.”

“A-are you implying that my symptoms are psychosomatic?” He got up from the chair, “Because- ah-” A splitting pain ripped through the professor’s brain. He tried to breathe through the pain and pressed his hand to his head, closing his eyes as images of a young woman flashed through his mind. She had short brown hair and bright blue jacket and smiled at brightly at him like he was her world. He could hear her laughter. Stein’s breathing became labored and he sunk back down into the chair. “Please,” he gasped, “I need you to run another test, again.” He wiped his sweaty palms on his trousers. The lights began to glow again as he took a deep breath and closed his eyes tightly.

Nate, Ray and Jax grabbed lanterns and began exploring the open, and surprisingly not guarded at all, mine shaft. Jax shuffled through a few papers on a crate as they passed but nothing stood out. Ray went to one side to investigate an open crate. A large glittering rock poked up from the edge of the wood. Multiple, small dark points caught the light from Ray’s lantern as he stepped closer. A look of realization crossed his face when he recognized the rock. “Oh my God.”

Nate continued looking while Jax stepped over to see what Ray found, “What is it?”

“It’s dwarf star.” His eyebrows up, eyes wide and a small smile on his face as he spoke, “One of the rarest minerals in the universe.”

“How does this help Turnbull take over the west?” Nate asked.

“I used dwarf star to power the A.T.O.M. suit. The piece I had was the size of your little finger!” he exclaimed. “There's enough potential energy here to power the entire wild west!”

“Or blow it up,” Jax reasoned, eyes cutting to Ray.

“Question is, how does Turnbull even know what it is?”

Nate took a few steps forward towards another crate with another large ore sitting inside. And a glass disk with two white rectangles on either side, no bigger than the size of his palm, sitting on top. “Bet ya’ it has something to do with this.” Nate picked up the device and beeped as it came to life showing a red grid with a large “X” in the center of the crosshairs. The device glowed as he showed it to his teammates. Somehow Turnbull had gotten his hands on future technology. And was using it to his advantage, apparently.

“Its some kind of tracker,” Nate explained, “Definitely not from the 1800’s.”

“Probably stole it from a time pirate,” Jax reasoned.

“We’ve gotta get this out of here.” Ray didn't waste time waiting for confirmation from his teammates as he turned to leave.

Jax sat down his lantern and squatted to pick up the box with the dwarf star. He tried lifting it, groaning a bit under the strain.

Ray turned back, “Oh, I should have mentioned- it’s also the densest material in the universe.” Ray shrugged a bit as Jax glared at him. “Let's get the rest of the team.”

“Amaya,” Sara called, still sitting on the table with Emily and Hex, “Its been forever. What the hell is going on in there?”

Amay pours herself a drink before she answers. “Plans hit something of a snag.”

That didn’t sound right to Sara. “Explain.”

“It’s hard to but,” she paused, “Mr Rory and Mr Turnbull,” Amaya glanced back watching Mick and Turnbull laughing at a table over a bottle of something, “like each other.” The men clicked their glasses together before downing the shot.

“What?” Sara hissed. “What happened to Rory starting a fight?” Mick Rory never turned down a fight.

Amaya tilted her head, “I think it's more likely that him and Turnbull get matching tattoos.” She took a sip of her own liquor, needing something to handle this situation.

Mick’s gruff voice was loud in the busy bar. “So they told me to put my hands up,” he raised his hands mimicking the action, “And my pants fell down,” he lowered his hands smoothly as Turnbull let out a booming, cracking laugh, “Because a’ all the loof I was carryin’!” Mick joins Turnbull in his loud laugh; Turnbull laughed hard enough to make himself cough a bit.

Turnbull gestures a pointing finger towards the door then towards Mick, “Ya’ see! That’s what them damn fools back in Washin’ton don’ understand! That men like you an’ me,” his hand flew wildly between the two of them, “We weren’t meant ta live in cages!” Micks eyes had gone a bit wide making him look a little crazier than usual with the small frown on his face. “Hell!” Turnbull continued, “Tha’s why our forebarers busted away ta begin with! So we could be free!” Mick nodded in agreeance, “An’ that's wha’ Turnbull Country’s all about!” He leaned in about on the table, Turnbull finally lowering his voice back to a normal talking level, “It’s about keeping the wild west, wild!”

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Inferno

Oh look! More trash. This time it’s DC! Hurrah.

Also I guess it’s a reader-fic?? I used “her” instead of “you” so... Whatevs. 

  Fandom: Legends of Tomorrow (or Flash since it’s Mick Rory, but specifically LoT)

Pairing: Mick Rory x Plus Size Reader (cause Mick totally likes thick ladies)

Word Count: 775

Tags/Warnings: Sexually suggestive themes, Language, Vague mentions of cannon violence

It was a simple mission. Go in, get the out-of-time tech, get the hell out. Without drawing attention to themselves. It was fine, everything was going really well. Until, that is, Malcolm fuckin’ Merlyn showed up and everything went tits up. Everyone made it out alive, after saving the timeline, of course. Y/n never doubted they would save- well, every day; they always did. Even Sara thought the debacle was a relative success. Mick fuckin’ Rory, however, was being pissy. Surprise.

He grabbed Y/n’s arm and half drug her the entire way to the Waverider and halfway to the bridge before she yanked her arm free. She stared at his rugged face hard. The force of her tearing herself free, pulled Mick to a stop as well. They stood in silence a few beats after the others rounded the corner. Y/n stood her ground, scowling at him. Mick’s jaw ticked as he ground his teeth, meeting her glare. She couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Are you fuckin’ serious?” Y/n gritted out, her red lips raising but her teeth never unclenching. “You had no right to stop me!“ It burst out as quietly as she could in her anger. This fight was between Y/n and the brute, Mick. Not the rest of the team. She ignored the fact that Gideon had probably already informed them of the stand off. She ignored the fact that Sara, Nate and a begrudged Ray were probably watching the fight like some time-traveler reality show even more.

"Ya couldda died, girly.” Low, dangerous, coming at her with slow heavy steps. “Ya couldda been hurt.”

“I’m not a child,” she stepped closer to his warmer-than-necessary body, “I can-”

Thick scarred fingers closed on the front of Y/n’s leather jacket. Snarling, the large man shoved the softer woman against the wall. His mouth crushed, heated, on her own and for a second Y/n’s anger sputtered out stunned, before returning full force. A clinched fist broke the kiss, the rings over her knuckles cutting the skin of his cheek, his rough stubble burning her fingers slightly from the impact.

Because if Mick hadn’t stopped Y/n - because of this, because of this goddamn sentiment-

She huffed twice, her full chest heaving slightly. With her third breath, Y/n gripped Mick’s firefighter suspenders and the shirt still damp with sweat under them. She stepped forward, pushing with one hand and pulling with the other, so that they flipped their positions. Mick now against the wall, Y/n relished the slight catch in the Mick’s breath. She would have missed it had she not been so close as to feel his chest skip slightly. Mick’s huge hands had fallen immediately to her thick hips and pulled her round body closer.

The fire in her eyes sparked. “You had no right.” Another kiss, breathless, drowning. A scrape of teeth against soft lips. Somehow, the fire of her rage only boiled inside Y/n more. She softly growled as she exhaled into his mouth.

His hands slid behind her, strong fingers sunk into soft flesh of her ass, grabbing as much as his large hands could hold. Painted, sharp nails raked unforgiving down the skin of his chest. Mick growled in return. “I got every right to protect what’s mine.”

Y/n did her best not to melt and, to her pride, held in the small whimper he caused. Mick, the bastard, knew anyways. He smirked, moving his lips down to her neck. “Yer mine, little girl,” he snapped his teeth at the junction of her ear and neck. Y/n tensed, her toes curling in her combat boots. Mick chucked, stepping away from her just enough to look her up and down. He met her eyes again, grinned wide and before she could stop him, ducked down wrapping his strong arms around her wide waist, hoisting her over his shoulder. Y/n let out a small squeak and wiggled to get out of his grasp. Mick’s laugh echoed in the hall, as did the loud smack to Y/n’s plump ass. One calloused hand wrapped tight about a thick thigh, the other held firm to her ass. Both squeezed tighter the more she struggled against his grip.

This time Y/n couldn’t fight down the blush that rose from her chest to cheeks as Mick carried her through the ship- and towards his quarters- like she weighed nothing. Yeah, she was still pissed- the awkward angled punches to his back was proof enough of that. But then again. Mick always did like fire. And Y/n was a god-damned inferno.

A/N: I’m playing the the idea of this belonging to a larger work for Mick cause he deserves love too. It’d be OFC, not reader but still. Lemme know what you think.