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agentmarymargaretskitz · 6 years

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War and The Thief

A belated birthday fic for @newyorkcitydreaming. Hope this makes up for the long delay!

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People assumed the gods existed in some other plane, only rarely coming into the mortal world to use their will. There was a truth to that belief. However, the gods spent nearly all of their time walking amongst man. Some of them blended into human society as ordinary people, making sure to never be too obvious. Others walked with the world invisibly, unable or unwilling to join the world. All of them exercised their powers when they were needed in the world, as well as on some occasions when it wasn’t really needed.

She was the daughter of the god of law, her elder sister the goddess of justice. Everyone expected that she would have power in a similar domain. It was years of having no idea of her position before Sara encountered the dark forces that had reigned in the world before the gods came to be. Her escape from them lead to her discovery that she was the goddess of war. After this, she began to travel the world of man more frequently, following conflicts and guiding their outcomes as she deemed appropriate. For the most part, it was rare for her to come into contact with any of the other gods unless a soldier or army had gained their favor. Sometimes her sister was present behind some of the soldiers.

It took nearly a millennia after the discovery of her belonging to meet him. At the time, she had only just slipped away from a battle ended by the thunder goddess shaking the Earth. Sara had never met Anissa before, but she enjoyed her company and hoped their paths would cross again sometime in the future. Not far from the battlefield, she discovered a soldier looting through the dead body of the man wearing the same colors as him. The very sight tempted the war goddess to call upon Anissa to see if she would be willing to help bring misfortune onto the thief.

“Such a pathetic thief.”

Sara turned to see someone dressed in all black emerging from the shadows of a tree. She watched as he sauntered up beside her, his eyes locked on the thief. Once he stopped beside her, he twisted his head towards her and she knew he could see her. Given she was hiding herself from mortal eyes, he had to be a god.

“Robbing the living is one thing,” he sighed. “Stealing from the dead though, well-”

“It’s disrespectful,” Sara scoffed with disgust. “That soldier asked to be buried with his dead wife’s ring on him. Now this scoundrel is taking it for himself from someone he fought beside.”

The other god raised an eyebrow. “How do you know this?”

“I’m the goddess of war. Ever since this one began, I’ve been following different people in it. That dead soldier was one of them.”

“Yet you let him die without trying to save him. We might not be able to do bring them back from death, but we can heal even the gravest of injuries on mortals.”

Sara fixed him with a steely glare. “I can’t save everyone. War has casualties. It’s not clean. There’s only so much a goddess of war can do. But that doesn’t explain what you’re doing here.”

“How rude of me not to introduce myself,” the other god smirked. “Leonard, god of thieves. I’ve come around to deal with this one.”

“I don’t plan on stopping you,” Sara stepped back. “Get on with it.”

“Hey, I’m just trying to make conversation,” Leonard replied.

Sara snorted. “Yeah, I could tell by the way you were staring at my ass.”

There was no snappy reply, just an acknowledging smirk. Leonard then turned towards the thief, who was now pulling off the chain that held the ring on it. The god waved his hand, and the man screeched as the chain became too hot to hold onto. When he tried to grab it again with cloth over his hands, a wolf suddenly appeared on the path, growling at the thief. The sight of the animal sent him running with the wolf in pursuit after him. His fate now depended on how fast he would be able to run.

“Well,” Leonard exhaled as they were alone with the body once again. “This is where I take my leave. Maybe we’ll meet again someday though.”

“Maybe we will.”

He turned to leave, but then stopped. “I never did get your name though other than goddess of war.”

Sara smiled slightly. “If we ever met again, I’ll tell you it.”

“Then I’ll see you around.”

With three steps forward, he vanished into the wind. Sara returned her gaze to her only company, the dead soldier. Bending down, she placed the chain on the soldier’s neck. The group he had been a part of would be lead back this way by her will. They would find the body and make sure their soldier received the proper burial he deserved.

Years came and went as the human race grew and spread out further across the world. Sara kept watch over the wars and some other minor conflicts. Other gods and goddesses crossed paths with her all over the planet. She discovered friends among some of them while holding others at an arm’s length. During it all, she tried her hardest to seek out Leonard, asking the other immortals if they knew of the god of thieves. Many of them had heard of him or met him, although he didn’t seem to be held in extremely high favor.

Finally, Sara’s path crossed with Leonard’s once again. She was traveling through a city, appearing completely normal for mortals. It had been a long time since the last war, although Sara had no problem with the somewhat more peaceful climate of the world. Walking down the streets and studying her surroundings reminded Sara what people did when there were no wars to be fought. Even though there was still violence, it was nothing on the scale that she had seen in wars.

She discovered Leonard sitting on a bench in the park, one leg crossed over the other. Smiling to herself, Sara approached him and took a seat beside him. Leonard glanced over as she sat down. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

“Hello, Leonard,” Sara greeted as she leaned back against the bench.

“Been a long time, goddess of war. Wasn’t sure if we’d ever met again.”

She shrugged. “Well, here we are. At least there’s no dead body between us this time.”

“True,” Leonard nodded. “So, do I finally get to hear what your name is?”

“How long have you been waiting to ask that?”

“Since the moment we started talking.”

“Sara,” she told him. “But I have a feeling you already knew that?”

The familiar smirk returned. “I might have asked around about you.”

“I know. Ray told me. So did Anissa.”

“Only one of those surprises me,” Leonard chuckled. “So what is the goddess of war doing here? Is there something coming?”

She shook her head. “No, not for a few decades. I decided to see some of the world that’s mostly at peace. I don’t want to see war constantly. Still, there’s always someone fighting for something out there.”

“I’ve never thought of it that way,” Leonard murmured. “Works the same way with thieves. People aren’t always after money. There’s property, people, love.”

Sara raised an eyebrow.

“Surely you remember Helen and Paris?”

“Hard to forget her,” Sara nodded. “Poor girl didn’t ask for that in her life. I’m glad Zari finally stepped up and did something to pull her out of that.”

“As am I.”

They sat in silence for a few more minutes before Sara spoke again. “Do you have anywhere you need to be soon?”

“Why do you ask?”

“I’m in the mood for a drink here,” Sara told him, rising to her feet. “What do you say to joining me?”

He smiled and stood up. “I think I can make myself available.”

Their paths crossed over and over more frequently after their second meeting. Leonard began to seek out Sara and she did the same with him. Together they witnessed history and walked among it. Things continued to evolve amidst the world of men. Wars grew in involvement and changed in weaponry. Thieves had to become smarter as security became more complicated. They each guided those involved to success or misery.

One day, they were sought out by Anissa. The goddess had discovered a crack in the depths of the earth, one that she had not made. According to Gideon, the prison holding the dark forces was slowly starting to weaken, evidenced by the crack. If it grew any larger, the goddess of knowledge claimed it would let out the demons and nightmares to come back into the world of men.

“Why did you come to us then?” Leonard asked.

“I need someone to see if the crack can be sealed,” Anissa told them. “Neither of you have ever been able to resist a challenge, so I figured you might be willing to do it. And if anything gets out, then the two of you are strong enough to put up a good fight with it.”

“It’ll be more than a good fight,” Sara proclaimed. “It’ll be our victory.”

Anissa nodded. “I hope so.”

She brought them to the opening of the cave that would lead them down into the tunnels where the crack was located. From there on, it would be Sara and Leonard to keep going on. As they made their way deeper into the cave, nothing came lunging out at them. The air did start to feel heavier, as it was carrying the darkness itself.

“Ready for this?” Sara asked, drawing out her staff as they got even closer.

“About as ready as I can be,” her partner replied.

They crept around the corner to see a black crack splitting the rock of the tunnels. Darkness appeared to be leaking out of it like a fog. Something shifted out of the corner of Sara’s vision. She turned as Leonard shouted a warning and a black creature with red eyes, horns, and tusks leaped out at her. Sara rolled out of the way, reforming her staff into two swords.

“Seal the crack!” she yelled to Leonard as she dodged the creature again, slicing its side in the process.

Sara had fought many things as the goddess of war, but she had not yet existed when the gods defeated the dark forces and banished them into a prison. Whatever this was, it had the strength and power close to a god, but not quite. All her attention was focused on subduing the creature since she was confident Leonard could seal the opening. Once she finally landed the killing blow, Leonard screamed behind her. Sara whirled around to see his hand stuck onto the crack and covered in a tar-like substance.

“Leonard!” she shouted, running over to him.

“Stay back,” he ordered, trying to free his hand. “One of these things nearly pulled me in. I can’t get free, but I can seal the crack.”

“That’s great. Do it now!”

Then she saw the look on the face and knew that it wasn’t going to be simple as that. It was the look soldiers got on their faces once they realized they were not going to survive the skirmish they had found themselves caught in. That they weren’t coming back home to the people who loved them.

“I can seal it,” Leonard told her. “But it’s going to take almost all my power. It’s worse that Anissa thought it was. Closing it could wipe me out of existence.”

“Let me help you then.”

“No,” Leonard shook his head. “Get out of here.”

“No!”

“Just do it.”

Sara stared up at him for a few seconds before stepping up to him. She pressed her lips against his, hoping it was not going to be the last kiss she shared with the god of thieves. Yet there was still the feeling of finality in it.

“Sara,” Leonard murmured. “You need to run.”

That was what she did, and she didn’t stop until the entire tunnel shook violently. Rocks crashed down around her. Had Sara not been one of the gods, then she surely would have perished. As soon as the tremors ceased and she crawled out of the rocks, the goddess of war maneuvered her way back into the cavern where she and Leonard had been. The crack in the wall was now sealed shut, a streak of pale glittering rock marking where it had been. Lying on the ground beside it was the god of thieves, still as death.

Sara picked her way over to him to sink down beside the god. All the color had left Leonard’s body. When Sara pressed her hand against his cheek, she could barely feel a thing. Gods were normally buzzing with life and power and energy and warmth. With Leonard, his power now felt like a dying ember that was running out of time.

She shook her head. This would not be the end. There had to be some way out there to save him, to restore him to his power. He didn’t deserve to fade away without anyone knowing what he had done down here.

Someone could bring him back, right?

Sara searched high and low for a way to bring back the fallen god. There was only so much time she had left to save him, but that was dwindling quickly. Finally, Leonard’s sister came to her with a way to save Leonard. Apparently, the goddess of winter had something that would be able to bring Leonard back. As soon as Sara learned of this, she set out in search of her.

However, Caitlin was the one who discovered her.

“You want to save this god of thieves, huh?” she inquired as she appeared in a flurry of snowflakes through the window Sara had left open. “What for?”

“He sacrificed himself to stop the dark forces from reentering the world,” Sara shot back at her. “It could have been me, but he got stuck and sacrificed himself instead of letting me help.”

“Oh, but there’s something more though, isn’t there?” the other goddess said as she strolled around Leonard’s form. “Something emotional. No one searches like you have to bring someone back unless it’s for love.”

“And if it is?” Sara crossed her arms. “Look, I found out you could restore you. What do I need to do for you to bring him back?”

Caitlin arched an eyebrow. “Admit the truth about why you want him back, and I will do that. But I should warn you that when he comes back, there will be…changes.”

“What kind of changes?”

“He’ll no longer be the god of thieves. Instead, he shall become the god of ice. That’s the price to pay when you come to the goddess of winter for help. He might be colder, more closed off. Having such a chilly element to rule over changes you. Now tell me, is it still worth restoring him?”

Sara nodded.

“Then tell me what I want to hear, goddess of war.”

“I want him back because I love him,” Sara confessed. “I’d do the same thing if it was my father or my sister in this situation. He had people who miss him, like his sister, his best friend, and myself. He’s always been a survivor and that little bit left inside him still hanging on proves that. Leonard wants to live. So please, bring him back to us. Bring him back to me.”

Caitlin smiled and nodded her head approvingly. “That’s perfect. Now I will bring him back.”

She brought out a pouch of something. Sara watched as she sprinkled an icy blue powder into Leonard’s mouth while murmuring in a language that she did not know. Once she finished the chant, a strange blue glow overtook the god’s body. Frost started to shoot up from Leonard’s fingertips to the rest of his body. His hair turned grayer and a cool mist left his lips. Seconds later, his eyes snapped open, the blue irises more piercing and intense than ever. The god of thieves had now reborn the god of ice.

“It is done,” Caitlin said as she stepped back and allowed Sara to come forward.

Leonard’s eyes focused on the goddess of war when she neared. “Sara?”

Sara smiled. “Welcome back, Leonard.”

#legends of tomorrow #captain canary #anissa pierce #caitlin snow #au #gods au #newyorkcitydreaming

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locitarose · 6 years

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Sara’s Facebook post that’s set right after the end of chapter six of A Year In The Life by @newyorkcitydreaming. And literally everyone has new profile pics because apparently February was the month to do that.

Facebook posts: (1), (2), (3), (4), (5)

Text conversations: (1), (2)

#Nicole makes graphics #TWIN!#newyorkcitydreaming #I hope you like it Twin!#Finally did February and finally got to use that flowers pic!#Hopefully it doesn't take me nearly as long to do the next one yeesh #Captain Canary #SuperFlash #Well in other posts since Barry only appears once in this post oops

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eternlmisery · 7 years

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY @newyorkcitydreaming!

A year in the life 3/3- The Legendary four☀️🔪❄️⚡️

#barry allen #kara danvers #sara lance #leonard snart #captain cold #white canary #the flash #supergirl #sara x leonard #barry x kara #superflash #captain canary #cc edit #the crook to my assasin edit #superflash edit #a year in the life #newyorkcitydreaming #happy birthday chelle

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freyjaiam · 7 years

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Happy [belated] Birthday to the amazing @newyorkcitydreaming!!!

Canaryfire AU:

Laurel Lance aka ‘The Canary’ has always entranced crowds around the world. From London to New York to Japan. Her canary cry has people always up off their feet and riveted. However, a scare at her latest show and what is read as a threat on her life by a stalker has her seeking protection 24/7.

Enter Mick Rory. Ex-con gone straight. He knows how criminals think and states that his past is the reason why he is the perfect man to hire. Despite the protest from her manager, Laurel agrees and hires him on the spot.

But once the encore is complete and the lights go out--- The two of them start to really get to know one another. She starts visiting him in his adjoining room first for the company of a friend... Then of the company of a lover. Soon, however, the paparazzi start to notice the shift in their relationship and the tabloids release information of them officially being together---

And her stalker, despite being her #1 fan... Is NOT a fan of Mick Rory.

#canaryfire #canaryfire au #canaryfireedit #mick rory #laurel lance #the flash #legends of tomorrow #freys art #newyorkcitydreaming #HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHELLE

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awickedtongue · 7 years

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newyorkcitydreaming replied to your post: There’s no ready-to-eat-right-now food in the...

I LOVE YOU - I had choc chips earlier <3 - No marshmallows but they would have been awesome!

I found yoghurt as well in the fridge I almost forgot I bought, so I had something properish as well.

#newyorkcitydreaming

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dragonydreams · 7 years

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Aruba: Best. Vacation. Ever. - Captain Canary & Foxfire

Title: Aruba: Best. Vacation. Ever. Fandom: DC's Legends of Tomorrow Rating: Explicit Pairings/Characters: Sara Lance/Leonard Snart, Mick Rory/Amaya Jiwe Summary: When Mick drags Leonard to Aruba for a well-earned vacation, he doesn't expect to enjoy it quite so much. Timeline: AU Word Count: 4,767 Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Berlanti Productions, DC Entertainment, and Warner Bros. Television. Betas: Thank you to angelskuuipo and shanachie_quill for looking this over for me. Author's Note 1: Prompt from @laweizhu: Captain Canary: scuba instructor / vacation type deal? Author's Note 2: Happy Birthday @newyorkcitydreaming!

"This is the life," Mick Rory said, lifting a sweating beer bottle to his lips as he settled more comfortably on his lounge chair.

Leonard Snart frowned from his own lounger a few feet away, under the shade of a beach umbrella. He looked over at his best friend since childhood as Mick stretched out, enjoying the heat of the sun beating down on his mostly exposed flesh.

"If you say so," Leonard drawled, pulling at the collar of his long sleeved shirt.

While Mick was lying out in only a pair of board shorts, Leonard wasn't so comfortable exposing himself to total strangers. So, despite the heat, he wore the lightest weight long sleeved shirt he could find with his board shorts (his one concession to the heat).

"You didn't have to come," Mick reminded him.

"I said you could choose our destination after our last big score, and I'm a man of my word," Leonard said. "I knew the risks of making that kind of a promise."

Mick shifted onto his elbow and grinned up at him, lifting his aviators to meet Leonard's eyes. "It's not like I haven't been dropping hints about Aruba for a while now." He winked, then lay back down. "But I meant that you could have stayed inside the nice air conditioned cabin."

Leonard grunted his agreement. He'd thought about doing just that, but in the end had decided that he'd rather sweat to death in the shade out here than stay by himself while remaining comfortable.

Besides, he thought to himself as he looked out over the clear blue water, the view was much more enticing out here. He could admit that there was something to be said for the sound of the ocean waves crashing against the shore.

Leonard found himself looking at the hypnotic motion of the surf more than the book he held open in his hands.

He had just taken a sip of his beer when he thought he saw something that made him choke and blink his eyes. If he were a fanciful man, he'd think that he had just seen a mermaid, for he could have sworn he had just seen a beautiful woman pop out of the water before disappearing again.

"You okay, man?" Mick asked, not moving from his position.

"Yeah," Leonard croaked. "Beer just went down wrong."

"Hate when that happens," Mick said.

Leonard sat up straighter, looking out over the water at the spot where he'd seen her. A minute later, a woman rose from the water, closer to shore than she'd been before. She removed a snorkel mask as she walked out of the water. Her long blonde hair clung to her shoulders and back, drawing Leonard's eyes down her turquoise blue bikini-clad body.

As if she could feel his gaze on her, she locked eyes with Leonard, smirking knowingly at him as she walked up the beach, passing to his left as she made her way towards the resort, probably in search of a towel.

As she passed him, she asked, "Enjoying the view?"

"Very much so," Leonard admitted, turning to watch her go.

She looked back at him over her shoulder and gave him a wink before she reached one of the chairs near the pool and retrieved her towel, wrapping it around her body.

Leonard turned back around and took another sip of his beer. Suddenly, this trip didn't seem like such a bad idea.

~~*~~

When Sara returned to her small employee's apartment, she went straight to her roommate Amaya's room and swooned dramatically onto her bed. Amaya, who was sitting at the head of her bed on her laptop, looked up at her friend's antics.

"Good swim?" she asked.

Sara rolled onto her stomach. "I think I'm in lust," she admitted.

"Again?" Amaya asked. "What's his or her name?"

"I have no idea," Sara said, dreamily. "But he has the most amazing blue eyes that I have ever seen.

"Aside from a mirror?" Amaya teased.

"He's got a friend, too," Sara sing-songed. "Big, muscly guy that was working on an impressive tan."

"I do like them with muscles," Amaya acknowledged, setting aside her laptop. "They're guests?"

"Yep," Sara said. "They had that 'I desperately need to relax' vibe going on."

"And you want to be the one to help Mr. Blue Eyes relax," Amaya said knowingly.

"Well, we are supposed to help make the guests' stays more pleasurable," Sara said, laughing.

"You're terrible," Amaya said, giggling.

"Just wait until you see his friend," Sara said. "You'll soon be singing my tune."

"We'll see," Amaya said, blushing faintly. She wasn't as quick to seduce the guests as her friend, but she had been known to have a fling or two.

Sara rolled off the bed. "I'm gonna go shower and then we should try to find them at dinner so I can point them out to you; maybe even join them. After being out on the beach all afternoon, I predict they'll be hitting the buffet tonight."

"Count me in," Amaya said.

~~*~~

That evening, Leonard and a deeply tanned Mick decided to dine at the resort's buffet. Leonard was wearing khakis and a light blue button down shirt, open at the collar, while Mick wore a bright Hawaiian shirt, opened several buttons, over jeans.

They had just settled across from each other at a table, plates piled high with food, when a couple of shadows fell across their table.

Leonard looked up, snarky comment at the ready, when he saw the blonde from the beach grinning down at him, along with a beautiful black woman beside her. Both were wearing brightly colored flirty dresses.

"Hi," the blonde said, "mind if we join you?"

"Sure," Mick quickly agreed, his eyes hungrily taking in both women; eventually lingering on the silent friend.

"Of course," Leonard agreed.

"I'm Sara, and this is my friend, Amaya," Sara said as they set their plates on the table before sitting.

"Leonard. This is Mick," Leonard said, handling their introductions.

"You guys just arrive?" Sara asked. "I would have remembered seeing you around."

"Yeah, we just got here yesterday," Mick answered. "Love this place."

"Does that mean that you've been here a while, to know if we're new or not?" Leonard questioned.

"I suppose you could say that," Sara admitted.

"We work here," Amaya added.

"Should you be fraternizing with the guests?" Leonard asked, suddenly disappointed.

"Probably not," Sara said with a shrug, then grinned wickedly at Leonard, "but that's never stopped me before."

"You do this often, then?" Leonard asked, leaning towards her.

"Only with the special guests," Sara said.

"How d'you know we're special?" Leonard returned.

"Oh, I've just got a feeling," Sara said, hungrily running her eyes over Leonard before tucking into her food.

"So, uh, what do you ladies do here?" Mick asked into the silence.

"I lead nature hikes," Amaya said, "and Sara here is a scuba and snorkel instructor."

"That's great," Mick said. "I love nature, and Leonard loves to swim."

"You ever been diving?" Sara asked Leonard.

"No, I'm more of a pool guy," Leonard admitted.

"Well, then," Sara said, meeting his eyes as her foot brushed against his leg under the table, "I think we'll need to schedule a private lesson or two."

Leonard raised an eyebrow at her blatant flirtation and smirked. "I do believe that we should."

The flirtatious conversation continued through dinner, and once they'd all had their fill - Mick returning to the buffet at least once - the girls led the men to the front desk, to get them signed up for their activities the next day.

"Does this mean you need to call it a night?" Leonard asked, not wanting the evening to end.

"Only if you want it to," Sara said. "But I was thinking we might have a drink on the beach."

"I like the way you think," Mick said, slinging an arm around Amaya's shoulders.

"So do I," Leonard said, offering his elbow to Sara. She took it and guided them to the poolside bar so that they could procure drinks before heading down to the beach.

As soon as they hit the sand, the couples split up by silent consent, Sara and Leonard slowing their steps to allow Mick and Amaya some privacy ahead of them.

"Hang on," she said, halting Leonard with a hand on his arm. She balanced against him as she pulled off her platform sandals.

Leonard grinned down at her as she lost about three inches of height beside him. "I didn't notice how short you were before."

"Shut up," Sara said, lightly, slipping her arm through his as they began to walk down the beach. "This is much better for walking on sand."

"So, how long have you worked here?" Leonard asked.

"Full time, about a year now. I started working here during summer breaks from college, then after I graduated, I didn't really know what to do with myself, so I asked if they needed full time help and they said yes."

"You didn't want to use your degree?" Leonard asked.

"Not really much opportunity with a photography degree," Sara said.

"You're a photographer?" Leonard asked, not really surprised.

"Just as a hobby for now," Sara admitted.

"Lots of inspiration here, I'm sure," Leonard said.

She met his eyes and heat flared between them. "Oh, yes, there is."

Slowly, Leonard dipped his head, when their lips were centimeters from touching; a loud peal of laughter startled them apart, breaking the moment.

Sara slid a piece of loose hair behind her hair as she glanced up the beach to where Amaya was still laughing at something Mick had said before she glanced back up at Leonard.

"So, uh, what brought you guys to this resort?" Sara asked as they began walking again.

"Mick and I are business partners and I told him that he could pick where we went on vacation after our last big job," Leonard said.

"You vacation with your business partner?" Sara asked, confused.

"He's like my brother. We've known each other since we were kids," Leonard found himself admitting.

"And what is it that you do?" she asked.

"People hire us to acquire items that they want," Leonard answered.

"You're thieves," Sara guessed, sounding intrigued.

"We prefer to use the term 'retrieval specialist'," Leonard said. "That's not a problem, is it?"

"Since my dad's a cop, I should probably say yes, but it's not a problem for me," Sara said.

Leonard instantly relaxed again, having stiffened when she said her dad was a cop. "I'm glad to hear that."

"I thought you might be," Sara said, grinning. "That a lucrative business?"

"We do alright for ourselves," Leonard admitted with a smirk. "And the hours are much better than working in an office."

"I get that," Sara said. "My schedule here may vary depending on how many people are interested in diving or snorkeling, but is it really work when you love what you do?"

"And your office really is rather appealing," Leonard added, gesturing to the ocean beside them.

"Really can't complain about that," Sara agreed, grinning up at him.

Leonard found himself smiling back at Sara.

"Hey, Boss," Mick said in greeting, drawing Leonard's attention away from Sara.

Leonard turned to glare at Mick as he and Amaya approached, Mick's arm wrapped around Amaya's shoulders and her arm around Mick's waist. "Heading back in already?" Leonard asked.

"Yeah, uh, about that," Mick hesitated, then met Amaya's eyes and rushed to say, "Gonna be needing the room tonight."

Leonard raised an eyebrow at that, taking in just how close Mick and Amaya were standing.

"You two are sharing a bed?" Sara asked, teasingly.

"We're renting one of the bungalows," Leonard explained. "There are two beds, but they're in the same room."

"What's wrong with your room in our apartment?" Sara asked her roommate.

"I should think you'd appreciate us not hooking up one thin wall away from you," Amaya said, blushing. "The bungalows are isolated…"

"Stop, I beg you," Leonard said, cutting her off. "I don't want to hear any more."

"That is rather the point," Amaya said.

"Fine," Leonard grumbled. "I'll find somewhere else to sleep tonight."

"Thanks, Boss," Mick said, beaming at Leonard. Leonard just waved them off. "See you tomorrow."

"Yeah, yeah," Leonard acknowledged. "Have fun."

"Oh, we will," Mick said, swinging Amaya up over his shoulder in a fireman's carry and hurrying off towards their bungalow.

"So, I guess I better go see if the hotel has any rooms available for the night," Leonard said, staring after his friend.

"Don't be silly," Sara said. "You can crash at my place." At Leonard's raised eyebrow, she added, "We have a very comfortable sofa."

Leonard groaned. "Sofa surfing is not something I imagined myself doing on this vacation."

Sara laughed. "Were you planning on doing any other kind of surfing?"

"No, but I also didn't expect to get kicked out of my room," Leonard admitted.

"I'm happy for them," Sara said. "Amaya needs a good lay. She's usually so shy around the guests."

"Bet you didn't think she'd be the one getting lucky tonight instead of you?" Leonard said.

"Who said I'm not?" Sara countered, running her eyes hungrily over Leonard's body.

"But you said…" Leonard started, looking confused.

"You didn't really think I was going to make you sleep on the sofa after how hard I've been flirting with you all night, did you?" Sara asked, laughing.

"I didn't want to presume…" Leonard said. "I hoped, but I wasn't gonna rush you."

Sara closed the short distance that was between them, sliding her arms up his chest and around his neck. "I'm all about living in the moment," she purred.

That was all the encouragement Leonard needed. He groaned as he got the first taste of her lips, his arms wrapping around her waist to pull her closer to his body.

Kissing Sara was like stepping into a cool lake on a hot summer day; like coming alive. Like coming home.

Her tongue flicked against his lips and he eagerly opened to her, echoing her moan as their tongues met and danced.

His hands dropped to her ass, giving a teasing squeeze and Sara lifted one leg to wrap around his hip, pressing them even closer together.

"Get a room," someone hollered, causing them to end their kiss and press their foreheads together as they struggled to catch their breath.

Sara pressed her hips against Leonard's growing hardness before lowering the leg she had around him. "That is an excellent idea."

She bent to pick up her sandals and empty beer bottle, which had dropped at some point during their kiss. She almost shyly took Leonard's hand and began to walk back towards the resort.

~~*~~

The next morning, Leonard awoke to the sensation of lips and a tongue exploring his shoulders and a warm hand stroking his morning wood.

He groaned and rolled onto his back, moaning with pleasure as he opened his eyes to see Sara grinning down at him, her loose blonde hair falling around her shoulders, still gloriously disheveled from the previous night.

"Mornin'," she greeted him, giving him an extra squeeze.

"Good morning," Leonard panted as he thrust up into her hand.

Sara leaned down to kiss him, moaning as Leonard skirted a hand up her thigh, over her hip to take a breast in his hand.

Sara shifted until she was straddling Leonard and was about to sink down onto him when he broke the kiss to croak, "Condom."

"Already on," she informed him before smoothly welcoming him into her body.

"Fuck," Leonard hissed, his fingers grasping her hips, holding her still for a moment.

"Too much, old man?" Sara teased, lowering herself to lie on top of him as she slowly rotated her hips.

She squealed in delight as Leonard rolled them so that he was above her and her ankles locked around him. "Who are you calling old?" he asked, pulling back and thrusting back into her quickly.

"No one," Sara gasped, digging her nails into his back. She dragged her fingers down his back to grasp his ass, encouraging his movements.

Leonard shifted until his weight was on one arm, freeing one hand to slide across her body until he could reach her clit.

Sara cried out her encouragement at the first touch to that sensitive flesh. She pulled his mouth to hers, kissing him desperately as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. She whimpered and bit his bottom lip as her orgasm ripped through her. As her body tightened around him, Leonard let himself go, following her over the edge into bliss.

He collapsed on top of her, breathing harshly for several minutes before he finally managed to pull out and collapse next to Sara.

"Now that's what I call a wakeup call," Leonard said, pressing a kiss to Sara's shoulder.

Sara leaned up to kiss him. "Mmm, yeah it was. We also need to get going if we're going to grab breakfast before your snorkel lesson."

"You mean that was for real?" Leonard groaned.

"Of course," Sara said, rolling out of bed. "I can't wait to show you my ocean."

Leonard saw the eagerness on her face and realized he was going to have to go through with snorkeling if he wanted to keep seeing Sara. At least he would be with her while doing so.

"Okay," he said, standing. "May I use your shower?"

"Yeah, it's the next door to the right," Sara said.

"Join me?" Leonard asked.

"Maybe next time," Sara said. "I'll go make some coffee."

Once she heard the shower start, Sara pulled on a robe and went out to make the coffee, as promised. She was startled to see Mick sitting in the living room.

"Mick, what are you doing here?" she asked, tugging the robe tighter around herself.

"Waiting for Amaya to change for our hike," he answered. "Sounded like you and the boss have been having fun." Mick waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"We were," Sara agreed with a grin. "Hey, why do you call him 'boss'? He said you were partners."

Mick shrugged. "He likes to say that, but we both know that he's the brains of the operation and I'm the brawn. I know my place and I'm cool with it."

"I'm sure you're more than just the muscle," Sara said, filling the coffee maker with coffee grounds and water.

Mick shrugged again. "Maybe, but he's definitely the one with all the plans."

"Except for this vacation," Sara pointed out.

"Yeah," Mick agreed, smiling. "Best choice I've made in a long time."

"I'd have to agree with you there," Sara said.

"Okay, I'm ready to go," Amaya said as she entered the room. Upon spotting Sara, she added, "Oh, hey, Sara."

"Mornin', roomie," Sara said.

Amaya lifted her backpack from near the door and grabbed her water bottle out of it. She went into the kitchen to fill it with ice and water.

"Have fun last night?" Sara quietly asked, knowingly.

"As much as you did this morning," Amaya grinned, winking as she walked back out to her bag.

"Enjoy your hike," Sara called as Mick went to Amaya.

"Enjoy your swim," Amaya returned as she and Mick left.

"Later, Sara," Mick said.

"Later, Mick," Sara returned.

Leonard emerged from the bathroom a minute later, a towel wrapped around his waist.

"You missed Mick and Amaya," Sara said.

"What were they doing here?" Leonard asked, wondering how long they'd been there, and what they'd heard.

"Amaya needed to change for their hike," Sara answered.

"Did they--?" Leonard started to ask, but Sara cut him off with a "Yep."

"So much for being in separate spaces," he commented.

"Go ahead and get dressed," Sara said. "I'm gonna rinse off and then we can go grab breakfast. There's coffee in the kitchen. I wasn't sure how you took it, so I left out milk, sugar and a mug. Help yourself."

"Thanks," Leonard said, stealing a kiss, before disappearing back into Sara's bedroom as she closed the door to the bathroom and jumped in the shower.

She didn't bother to wash her hair since she was going to be in the ocean today anyway and was soon dressing in a one-piece swimsuit and slipping a maxi dress on over it. She pulled her hair up into a ponytail and was ready to go.

When she joined Leonard in the kitchen, he commented, "That is the fastest I have ever seen a woman get ready for the day."

Sara laughed. "Well, it does go faster when you don't have to do your hair and makeup. Pretty silly to do those things if I'm just going to be in the salty ocean all day."

"I suppose you have a point," Leonard conceded. "You look beautiful without those things anyway."

"Thanks," Sara chirped. "C'mon, let's go."

~~*~~

"Isn't there some kind of rule about not swimming for an hour after eating?" Leonard grumbled as Sara led him to the shed where the snorkeling gear was kept. They had stopped by his bungalow so that he could change into swim trunks before grabbing a quick breakfast in the dining room.

Sara laughed. "That's just an old wives tale," she said. "Besides, by the time we get in the water it'll have been an hour since we ate."

"We're not just going in the water here?" Leonard asked, surprised. He’d seen Sara snorkeling close to the resort the day before so he’d assumed that’s where they’d be going now.

"No way," Sara said. "We'll take one of the boats down the coast a bit where there are some amazing reefs. Trust me, you'll thank me."

"You are the expert," Leonard conceded. He watched as Sara selected snorkel masks, fins, and small machines that look kind of like fans. She had him try on the mask and fins to make sure they fit correctly.

"This is sanitized, right?" he hesitantly asked, eyeing the mouthpiece as he pulled the mask over his head.

"Of course," Sara said, laughing. "We sanitize the masks and fins after every use."

"Just making sure," Leonard said.

Sara checked the mask and was pleased to see that it fit him perfectly. "It's a match," she announced.

"You have a good eye," he said, removing the fins and mask.

"I've had lots of practice," she said with a shrug. "Okay, I think we're all set."

"Can I get one of those?" Leonard requested, pointing to the wet suits hanging along one wall.

"Don't really need one. The water is warm," Sara said.

"I'd really prefer to wear one," Leonard said, wrapping his arms around his body. Sara may have seen all of his scars last night, but that didn't mean he wanted to show them to the rest of the world.

Finally twigging to the real reason behind his request, Sara's expression softened and she selected one of the black skin tight suits from the rack.

"This one should fit you," she said, handing it to him.

Leonard met her eyes, his unspoken relief showing through. "Thank you," he whispered.

Sara gathered up the other items they'd need and headed out of the shed to give Leonard some privacy while donning the wetsuit. When he stepped out a minute later, covered from neck to ankle, Sara couldn't help but admit to herself that he still looked damn sexy in the tight material.

"How's it feel?" she asked.

"Tight," Leonard admitted.

"Good," she said. "Then it fits right. Having second thoughts about wearing it?"

"No." Leonard shook his head. "Still better to be wearing it than risking… anything."

"In that case, let's go!" Sara handed him the fan-like things and led him towards a small marina he hadn't realized was there. She signed out one of the speedboats, Waverider, and soon they were out on the water.

Leonard sat back and admired the way Sara commanded the small boat, confidently steering them away from the resort.

Half an hour later, Sara cut the engine and dropped anchor.

"I take it we're here?" Leonard asked. The ocean looked the same here as it had on the ride over.

"Yes, we are," Sara confirmed, slipping off her dress. She grabbed the fins and handed one set to Leonard. "Put these on like this," she instructed, then pulled on her own fins. Leonard did as she showed.

Next she handed him the snorkeling mask, which Leonard pulled on without instruction, then lifted up at Sara's gesture.

"Okay, when we get in the water, I want you to practice breathing through the mask before you put your face in the water. Once you've taken a few breaths, I want you to float with your face in the water and just breathe for a minute to get used to the sensation. Ready?"

"As I'll ever be," Leonard confirmed.

Sara set the fan-things on the bench before sitting on the edge of the boat and swung her legs over the side. "See you in the water," she said with a grin before hopping over the side.

Leonard took a deep breath before following her. His feet felt heavy from the fins, but he soon got used to paddling with them. Sara swam over, her mask already in place, and pulled his down, making sure it was secure. Leonard put the mouthpiece between his lips and tried to remember how to breathe as he looked at how natural Sara was in the water.

After several breaths, Sara encouraged him to float on his stomach, his face just beneath the water. Staring at her powerful, bare legs moving beneath the water did nothing to ease his breathing, but Leonard did his best to do as she'd instructed and before he knew it, he was breathing fairly normally.

Sara tapped his shoulder, encouraging him to rise out of the water. "How'd that feel?" she asked.

Leonard removed the mouthpiece and said, "Pretty good, actually."

"Excellent." She reached over the side of the boat and grabbed one of the fans and handed it to him before grabbing the other one for herself. "These are going to help pull us through the water. When you're ready, turn it on here." She pointed to the On button. "Then just follow me."

"We're not going to be going underwater, are we?" Leonard asked, hating how nervous he sounded.

Sara shook her head. "Not on your first time out. We'll keep to the surface of the water. You'll still get to see some pretty cool fish from here."

"Lead the way," Leonard said, sliding his mouthpiece back into place. Sara grinned at him before doing the same.

She faced away from the boat, turned on her fan, and began moving forward. Leonard followed her.

They traveled for ten minutes or so when he began to see them. Bright yellows and blues darted in and out of his field of vision. A small school of zebra striped fish swam under him, one bumping into him, as if upset that he was in its way.

Sara tapped his arm to get his attention, pointing to her left.

It was like a city under the water. Reefs full of coral and plant life with fish moving over and around it.

He grinned around his mouthpiece, wishing he could communicate his excitement better. He gave her a thumbs up, the best he could manage. Sara nodded her understanding.

They moved closer, watching the fish and the way plants swayed in the water.

A sea turtle detached itself from one of the reefs and swam away from them. Leonard did his best to follow it, but it evaded him, knowing these waters better than the gangly human.

They swam around the reef for over an hour before Sara led them back to where the boat was anchored. Once they'd maneuvered themselves back onto the boat and removed their gear, Sara asked, "So?"

Leonard pulled her into his arms and kissed her soundly.

"That was amazing," he beamed. "I never really thought about what life was like under water before. I get why you love working here. When can we go again?"

Sara laughed, delighted that he enjoyed it so much. "How does tomorrow sound?"

"Like too long to wait," Leonard pouted.

"I'm sure we can think of something to do to pass the time," Sara said, smirking as she ran a hand down his back and over his ass.

"Best vacation ever," Leonard stated, claiming her lips again.

The End

#captain canary fic #captain canary #foxfire #sara lance/leonard snart #amaya jiwe/mick rory #legends of tomorrow fic #prompt response #newyorkcitydreaming #laweizhu

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hereatjules1blog · 4 years

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NEW YORK CITY LIVE AT EARTHCAM

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#newyorkcity #newyorkcitylove #newyorkcityvibe #newyorkcitydream

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silverlininglifee · 7 years

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I started buying furniture for my NYC apartment! 💃🏼 It might seem so small, but it brings me one step closer to the big city! & yes, all of my furniture will be white 😜✨ #newyorkcitydreaming

#newyorkcitydreaming

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thoughtsandlife23 · 6 years

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Post 10 gifs from your favourite movies without revealing their titles, and tag 10 people.

I was tagged by @dragonydreams

Tagging: @avasharpe, @locitarose, @newyorkcitydreaming, @agentmarymargaretskitz, @onceuponacaskett, @equus-swift, @simplecomplicatedtoughsensitive, @adacanary, @dailypll

#Me things

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stillthewordgirl · 6 years

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Tag game

I was tagged by @ranger-of-estel and @locitarose

Rules: Answer the questions, then tag 9 people you want to get to know better.

Relationship status: Married Favorite colors: Hunter green and royal purple Last Movie I Watched: The Greatest Showman Top Three TV Shows: Legends of Tomorrow, Agents of SHIELD, and (going with all-time fav here) The X-Files Top Three Bands/Artists: Um. It changes all the time? And is pretty eclectic. I think I’ll abstain, though I might add later. Books I’m Currently Reading: Gotham City Sirens, Vol. 1

I tag… @pir8grl, @sylvanheather, @larielromeniel, @captainwhogotthecanary, @tavyn, @freyreh, @dragonydreams, @newyorkcitydreaming, @adacanary (Sorry, I know some of you have been tagged already.)

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captainwhogotthecanary · 7 years

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Eleven questions

Tagged by @klarolinekolvina. Thank you!

Answer 11 questions, tag 11 people, write 11 questions for them to answer.

1. Do/ did you ever post something that you were nervous or shy about? All the time. Every post. If it’s something I created - will people hate it? Is it not as good as I think it is? What if someone is mean about it? If it’s just a personal post - I’m going to lose followers, aren’t I? People aren’t here for me, right? They’re here for the reblogs. (this second is leftover from my main blog, which really does lose followers with any personal post) 2. If you could be any superhero or super villain who would you choose Flash, probably?

3. Marvel or DC This is like an impossible question, okay? haha. Marvel for movies, DC for tv. Marvel for reading, and DC was my childhood. I have more Marvel things than DC, but I basically LIVE in DC in my head thanks to Captain Canary. 4. Kolvina or Kennett I don’t watch, I’m sorry. 5. Kalijah or haylijah Ditto 6. Jimmy Fallon or jimmy kimmel I also don’t watch these two, really. 7. Favorite band Lifehouse. I think. It has been since I was 13, so it’s sort of an automatic response at this point. 8. Favorite Disney princess Rapunzel! 9. iPad or tablet I <3 my Surface Tablet. It’s how I draw. 10. Worst character in Tvd/To I’ve never watched The Originals, and I’m epically behind on TVD. I should catch up now probably. 11. What is the song that gets stuck in your head the most. Lately, it’s been Hearts Don’t Break Around Here by Ed Sheeran. It’s ALWAYS in my head.

Questions!

What song do you most relate to?

Would you rather a cruise to several locations, or a stay in a resort in a single location?

If you could get a single piece of fandom geekery for free, what would you choose?

You get to choose a single food that no longer exists; what do you choose?

Would you rather own a dog or a cat?

Would you rather BE a dog or a cat?

You get to take a solar powered, waterproof television with you to a deserted island, and a single movie or show to watch on it. What do you pick?

What’s your favorite trope to read?

iPhone or Android?

iOS or Windows?

Assuming it wouldn’t affect your health, if you had to stick to one drink for the rest of your life, what would you pick?

Tagging @sylvanheather @newyorkcitydreaming @stillthewordgirl @pir8grl @breakthestrutura @the-greatest-outsider @thecrooktomyassasin @scullywolf @goingtothetardis @ranger-of-estel @winterandmistletoe Please ignore it if you’ve done it or don’t have time/motivation!

#asks are fun #meme #about me #tag games #personal

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agentmarymargaretskitz · 7 years

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The Hunter and the Angel

Happy Birthday, @newyorkcitydreaming!!!!

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“No!” Sara screamed out. “Caitlin!”

She was too late to save her sister. The brunette turned right in time for Malcolm to plunge the blade into her chest. Sara watched Caitlin’s eyes and open mouth radiate with white light before she fell forward, dead. Malcolm stepped over her body towards the relic she’d been guarding and picked it up. Sara knelt beside Caitlin, gazing at the wings burnt onto the floor from her back.

“You lied!” she roared at Malcolm. “You said you’d help me get to Earth! You didn’t say anything about killing our brothers and sisters!”

“You will get to Earth,” he sneered, lifting the book Sara had procured for him when he first made his offer. “But you will fall, Sara, and so will many of our brothers and sisters.”

“You monster!” Sara spat. “I never should have trusted you!”

“But you did,” Malcolm reminded her. “And now everything I do from here on is because of you letting me out. You bear all blame for this.”

Malcolm began to chant in Enochian. The hall they were in began to shake violently. Sara rose to her feet, angel blade in hand. Suddenly, the stone beneath her feet grew soft and started to glow with a blinding golden light. She looked down at it and then back up at Malcolm.

“No!”

“Goodbye, Sara. And thank you.”

The ground gave way under her. Sara screamed as she fell, the brightness of her home replaced with dark skies, wind rushing past her, and cold rain on her skin. She could hear her brothers and sisters screaming too. Sara closed her eyes, guilt enveloping her.

“Faster, Lenny!” Lisa shouted from the backseat where she was pressing her flannel shirt to Mick’s chest.

“We’re trying to get there in one piece,” Leonard replied, keeping his foot heavy on the gas while rain battered their windshield.

Mick groaned from the backseat.

“Hang in there, Mick,” Leonard said as pricks of light started to flash in the sky. One seemed to be pretty close to them. “We’re almost there.”

“What the hell did this to you anyways?” Lisa asked. “Werewolf? Rawhead? Demon?”

“Hell if I know,” Mick grunted. “Thought I was done for.”

“Not on our watch,” Leonard promised, watching the closest light keep falling. “My money’s on demon. It’s not a full moon.”

“Great,” Lisa muttered darkly. “Now we’ve got demons on our back again.”

“Explains why it went after me,” Mick laughed hoarsely. “They’re probably still pissed I foiled that ritual of theirs.”

“Just as long as it’s not Azazel.”

Leonard turned away from the road to look back at his sister. He knew she was still struggling with what they’d learned the demon had done to her as a baby.

“We’ll find him,” he promised her. “And we’ll hunt down whatever did this to Mick.”

His sister’s smile was barely visible when she looked up at him before it changed into a look of horror. “Lenny, look out!”

Leonard whirled back around. Right ahead of them was a person in the middle of the road. His foot hit the brakes, but it was too late. They slammed into the person, who went flying over the hood. A distinct thud was heard behind them.

“Shit,” he swore.

“Oh god,” Lisa murmured at the same time. “Tell me we didn’t kill them.”

“I’m gonna check quick,” Leonard told her, grabbing his gun and opening the door.

Rain poured down him the moment he stepped out of the car. There was a massive dent in the car’s hood, one larger than he would have thought to be there. As he approached the rear, Leonard kept a hand to his gun, ready to fire at the first sign of trouble. In the lights of the back, he watched a woman rise up from the ground. She stared around before meeting eyes with Leonard.

“This is Earth?” she murmured, as if she was unsure.

“Yeah,” Leonard said slowly. “Who the hell are you?”

“My name is Sara, and I am an angel of the Lord.”

Leonard stared at her. A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky. In the brief seconds of light, Leonard could see that Sara’s shadow had massive wings that weren’t visible on the woman in front of him. He looked from it back to her.

“I’m not lying to you, Leonard.”

He raised the gun. “How do you know my name?”

“I’ve been watching you and your companions,” Sara said. “Lisa Snart and Mick Rory. I’ve been trying to get to you for a while. We need to talk.”

“And you claim you’re an angel?” Leonard pressed. “Like divine miracles and all that?”

She rolled her eyes. “If you wish to call them that, yes?”

Leonard glanced back at the car, an idea coming to him. “Prove you’re who you say you are, and we’ll hear you out.”

He brought her over to the car and opened the backseat door closest to Mick. Lisa had been attempting to patch him up now, a flashlight between her teeth. It’s light gave Leonard a better look at Sara’s appearance. Bright blue eyes were the first thing that stood out to him. Her hair was blonde and plastered to her skin from the rain. She wore a soaked simple white dress that clung to her body in a way that had Leonard reminding himself not to stare.

Lisa pulled the flashlight from her mouth as Sara studied Mick. “Who the hell is this?”

“I’m an angel. My name is Sara.”

“I believe it,” Mick mumbled.

“That’s blood loss talking,” Leonard said. “Can you heal him?”

Sara nodded slowly. “My grace is weak, but I can try.” She placed a hand on Mick’s bloody and mauled torso. Before their eyes, the wounds began to close and heal. Mick’s labored breathing stabilized and returning to normal. Sara removed her hand and leaned heavily against the car.

“Damn, Blondie,” Mick muttered. “It’s gone.”

“No way,” Lisa shook her head in disbelief. “She’s an angel? She wasn’t lying?”

“I was not,” Sara replied, turning to Leonard. “Now, we need to talk.”

“So come back with us,” Leonard said. “Get in the car, and I’ll drive us somewhere we can talk.”

“Fine.”

She pushed herself off of the side of the car. Leonard caught her as she stumbled, figuring she was still weak from healing Mick. Sara murmured thanks as he let her lean against him. He guided her to the passenger side and got her inside. Then he returned to to the driver’s seat and started down the road again.

They arrived at the motel they’d been staying at. Once there, Leonard had tried to ask why Sara was there, but Mick ended up asking if she knew what he had been attacked by. Sara told him that the injuries were consistent with a mngwa. None of the hunters had ever heard of it before, so Lisa did a search on the laptop before showing the rest of them.

Leonard began to laugh. “It’s a cat, Mick. You got attacked by a cat.”

“That’s not a normal cat,” his friend grumbled.

“He’s right,” Sara nodded. “By these wounds, I would say that it was a baby or a juvenile. If it was an adult, he’d be dead.”

“So Mick got his ass handed to him by a kitten then,” Leonard smirked.

“Yes,” Sara admitted.

Lisa snorted.

Mick rolled his eyes. “Want me to bring up that kid who was a werewolf again?”

“I actually want to know why Sara’s here,” Leonard said, steering the conversation back to the angel.

“I’m here to help you,” she revealed. She’d changed from the white dress into a flannel shirt and jeans provided by Lisa. “The demons of Hell are trying to release Lucifer.”

“We know,” Leonard said as Lisa turned back to the laptop. “They’ve crossed paths with us before. It’s made us all fluent in exorcism.”

“They’re coming after you for a reason,” Sara explained. “They want Lisa.”

The three hunters exchanged a look before Mick spoke up. “How come?”

“A child with demon blood in their veins can break the seals holding Lucifer in his cage. There are many out there, and one of them is Lisa. The angels are aware of this. Some want to do nothing and wait for the war that will come when Lucifer is released. Others want to kill the children with the demon blood before they can be taken by the demons.”

Lisa looked sick. Mick was glaring at Sara.

Leonard stepped towards the angel. “And what do you want?”

“To protect the three of you,” Sara told him. “I don’t want war. I tried to appeal to another angel to help me fight to keep Lucifer in the cage without bloodshed, but he turned on me. Now, he has cast out most of the angels from heaven. Odds are that they will be trying to speed up the war or kill the children with demon blood. I’m here to help prevent the angels and the demons from trying to kill Lisa while ensuring Lucifer remains in the cage.”

“And why should we trust you?” Leonard asked.

“Because I have always looked out for you and your family,” Sara took a step forward. “When your father was possessed and attacked you. The night you met Mick. When you were going to die. I was there for all of it. You may not have demon blood, but you are just as special and important as your sister. So is Mick.”

Leonard stared into her eyes. As crazy as it sounded (even by his standards), he believed it.

“You really want to fight by our side?” he asked.

Sara smirked a little. “I may be an angel, but I was one of the more rebellious ones. My brothers and sisters disapproved of that. But I swear to you, Leonard Snart, that I will stand by your side to defend Lisa and keep Lucifer’s cage closed.”

Leonard nodded slowly. “Okay. But I’m not getting into any wars until that mngwa is gone. Tomorrow, we take care of it.”

“Any advice on how to deal with mngwas, angel girl?” Lisa asked.

“Specifically so we don’t get mauled by a kitten?” Mick added.

Sara sat down in a chair across from Lisa. “I may have some thoughts.”

#newyorkcitydreaming #legends of tomorrow #captain canary #supernatural au #au #mick rory #lisa snart #angel!sara #hunter!len #fanfiction

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