#captain canary week 2021

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Hi! For the very normal fic writer ask: #12?

Attempt to make a monster by assigning each of your fics a body part, eh? 😂 well, I can't just use all my fics individually. There are enough body parts to use, yeah, but I'd have to start like 😂 assigning pinky bones and a spleen or something 🤣 Let's do something like this:

My Canon Divergent Series like The Bucky Quest Saga, A Captain and His Bucky, You're a Sunflower (I Think Your Love Would Be Too Much), Loving Are All-Seeing Men and Midgardian Captains, The Marriage Game, I didn’t get to tell you goodbye, Captain America, The White Wolf, and the Winter Soldier, Sam and Bucky's Cabin, Time After Time, Back in the Gulf, sometimes that's all we need, Five Times Bucky Got Dirty and the One Time Bucky Got Sam Dirty, Playing with Fire, You'll Never Be My Maybe, and Meanwhile..., A Surprise Visit - they're all the head since I started writing fics again with Bucky Quest.

My Fantasy AUs like Golden is the Sun, His Wingless Stranger, ESCAPE TO WAKANDA, The White Wolf Apothecary, Star Wars Episode IV.V: The Phantom Hookup, The Little White Wolf, Joaquín Torres Monster Hunter, The Two Strangers, Impractical Magic, Reaching Out For You, Canary in the Coal Mine, The Selkie and the Pirate Elect, The Hypothetical, The Midnight Lover, and Sam Wilson and the Olympians - they're the heart because I enjoy playing around with fantasy and sci-fi concepts.

My No Powers AUs like A No Snow Christmas, The Only Thing That I Refuse to Forget, A Night With You, My Best Friend's Brother, If I Take You Home, For the Holidays, From That Show, and Walking and Running to You are the romcom book surgically attached to the body because they're mostly fluff.

My anthologies like The SamBucky Halloween 2021 Anthology, The WinterFalcon Week 2021, The Nine Short Dates with Sam and Bucky, The Sambtember Ficlets and Drabble Anthology, The Kinktober Collection 2021, Water They Waiting For, Captains and Falcons and White Wolves, Or My!, MYSU Holiday Gift Exchange 2021, SamBucky Library's Candy Hearts Event 2022, SamBucky Library's Candy Hearts Event 2022 Fic Anthology, The Daily SamBucky Fluff Diary Auxiliary Stories, MYSU Valentine's Day Bingo 2022 Fic Anthology, The Tush Collection, My SamBucky AU Week 2022 Collection, Drabbles and Ficlets for Samtember 2022, WinterFalcon Bingo Round Two 2022-2023 Bingo Fills, SamBucky Halloween Bingo 2022, the Sam Wilson Bingo Round 2, the SamBucky Festive Bingo 2022, TFATWS Anniversary 2023 Fics, All Caps Bingo Round One 2023 Fills, SamBucky Summer Bingo 2023 Fills, Samtember 2023 Fills, SamBucky Halloween Bingo 2023 Fills, SamBucky Gift Event 2023 Fics, and SamBucky Valentine's Day Bingo 2024 Fics are like the bones and organs of the body because they keep the body working.

My  SamBucky One-Shots and Other One-Shots are hair, eyebrows, eyelashes, little pretty accents to the body.

Idk if that makes a lot of sense, but I'd I think this feels right. It's definitely a chaotic mess 😂

very normal fic writer ask game

[seeing-you-differently]

Captain Canary Week 2021, Day One: Déjà Vu @captaincanary-week

Sometimes I wish I could turn back time. If only I had a chance to start over with you then, everything would be different.

[personinthepalace]

Captain Canary - Mamma Mia

For Captain Canary Week 2021, Day 1: Deja Vu @captaincanary-week

After the Occulus explodes, Len finds himself back with the Legends and relives those days over and over again. He tries to change things with Sara.

[hey-there-juliet]

Here and now just happens to be it. — BY GABY DUNN.

↳ For Captain Canary Week 2021, Day Seven: Go Rogue - anything goes @captaincanary-week

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[captaincanary-week]

Welcome to Captain Canary Week 2021!

Hello, everyone! If you, like me, are still thinking about the future (and past, and present) these two might've had, then you've come to the right place!

The week long event will run from December 12th to December 18th. Each day will have two prompts, but you can pick just one or even use them both, it's up to you! More detailed information about the prompts will be released throughout November in separate posts.

All kinds of content are welcome! Feel free to make moodboards, drawings, edits, or even playlists, as well as share your metas and headcanons. They don't even have to necessarily match any of the prompts since the purpose of the event is to simply create more content for Captain Canary fans!

- Prompts:

▪︎December 12th, Day One: Deja Vu

Prompt I: Sara and/or Leonard's consciousness is thrown back in time and now they have a chance to change things.

Prompt II: Time Loop

▪︎December 13th, Day Two: Alternate Meetings

Prompt I: in canon alternate first meeting (examples: what if Sara was there when Barry recruited Len to help move the metas? What if Sara stopped at Saint and Sinners when she was in Central? Etc...)

Prompt II: "This isn't Bonnie and Clyde."

▪︎December 14th, Day Three: Crossover Season

Prompt I: Pick any crossover episode (even the ones that were just with the Flash and Arrow), and make it Captain Canary. Or create your own crossover.

Prompt II: "Legends never die."

▪︎December 15th, Day Four: Mission accomplished, now what?

Prompt I: Vandal Savage has been defeated and the Legends are back home. Now what?

Prompt II: Birthday

▪︎December 16th, Day Five: Canon Divergence

Prompt I: Teen!Sara, Teen!Mick and Teen!Leonard

Prompt II: "I don't believe in destiny."

▪︎December 17th, Day Six: CC Undercover

Prompt I: Christmas

Prompt II: "Quick, kiss me so we don't blow our cover!"

▪︎December 18th, Day Seven: Go Rogue

No prompts, anything goes!

- Guidelines:

• Use the tag #captaincanaryweek2021 (NO spaces) and tag @captaincanary-week in every post related to the event so I can reblog them all! I'll try to keep up with all the content, but I'm just one person: everything will be reblogged, just please have patience!

• Don't be afraid of screwing the timeline up for the better! If Barry can mess with the timeline, so can we!

• Please refrain from bashing characters and other ships.

• I know maybe some of these scenarios have already been done, but you have the opportunity to put your own spin on things. Besides, there can never be enough fics with the same themes, lol.

• Don’t worry if you get behind on prompts, this is supposed to be fun, not a race. You can still post things from other days, just try not to go ahead.

• You can start working on the prompts as soon as you want, but please don’t post anything until December 12th, since I’ll be checking the tag to reblog on that particular week.

• You can ask any questions or give suggestions here.

• There is a collection on AO3 for all the fanfics written for this event, and you're more than welcome (even encouraged) to add your own fic in it: Captain_Canary_Week_2021

• Feel free to reblog this to spread the word, especially if you're participating!

• If you don’t create, still share the love, reblog and comment! And most importantly HAVE FUN!!!

[theweekinarrowfic]

Completed Arrow Multichapters on AO3, October 10-16, 2021

NOTE: I’m now crossposting to https://theweekinarrowfic.dreamwidth.org. Also, I'm looking for volunteers to test out my fic recommender! Need more Arrow in your life? Why not try one of the multchapter fanfics recently completed by our talented fic writers?

Olicity

nothing this week

Other Arrow Ships

Finale Crisis by Afaim (Rip Hunter/Sara/Leonard Snart, 31/31, 2021-10-17) - 2024 bringt die finale Krise. Der Flash verschwindet und das Multiversum stirbt. Alles wegen Darkseid dem Schlächter von Argo? Oder ist der drohenende Untergang des Multiversums auch für ihn eine Gefahr. Die Justice League versammelt all ihre Verbündeten ein letztes Mal um sich dem Ende von allem zu stellen und eine Möglichkeit zu finden alles zu retten, auch wenn unsere Helden sich dafür ihrer eigenen Vergangenheit stellen müssen.

DC Rogues (Legends of Tomorrow) by Hawkeye2632 (Sara/Leonard Snart, 2/2, 2021-10-15) - DC Legends Multiverse. This story is an alternate universe that takes place sometime after season 1 of DC Legends of Tomorrow.; Characters: Sara Lance AKA The White Canary, Raymond “Ray” Palmer AKA Atom, Nathan “Nate” Heywood AKA Steel, Mick Rory AKA Heatwave, Professor Martin Stein AKA ½ of Firestorm, Jefferson “Jax” Jackson ½ of Firestorm, Captain Rip Hunter, Lenard Snart AKA Captain Cold, Lisa Snart AKA Golden Glider

Elseworlds by Afaim (Barry Allen/Iris West, also tagged Iris West/Oliver, Barry Allen/Oliver, 10/10, 2021-10-13) - Oliver Queen wacht als Barry Allen auf und schlimmer noch ist damit auf einmal ein Omega. Barry Allen wacht als Oliver Queen auf und schlimmer noch ist damit auf einmal ein Alpha. Kara Danvers hat eigentlich andere Probleme auf ihrer eigenen Erde, aber wenn sie schon mal Besuch kommt, dann kann sie dabei auch aushelfen, nicht wahr?

The Return of the Queens by ArrowverseFan833 (Laurel/Oliver, 66/66, 2021-10-15) - After five years on Lian Yu Oliver and Thea Queen are returning to Starling City to right their Family's wrongs. With both of their parents dying on the Gambit they are the only ones who can. Can they save the city and turn it into what they know it can be or will it continue to descend into darkness. They will soon find out.

[westofwonder]

Pull List (03/17/2021)

Black Knight: Curse of the Ebony Blade #1 Captain America: Anniversary Tribute #1 Catwoman #29 Champions #5 Iron Fist: Heart of the Dragon #3 Justice League #59 Nightwing #78 Radiant Black #2 Thor #13 Ultraman: The Trials of Ultraman #1 Ultramega #1

Black Knight: Curse of the Ebony Blade - My knowledge of the Black Knight is limited, but I think the King in Black tie-in one-shot showed that the blade greatly affects Dane Whitman and I am curious to see that while he struggle to be a hero. I hope to enjoy this miniseries.

Captain America: Anniversary Tribute - Eighty years! Holy cow! Wish it was more Captain America stuff than the Avengers #4 getting a tribute, but this’ll still be fun.

Catwoman - I’m glad Jones is doing covers. I’ve read good things from Ram V. and I hope to continue. I’m glad Selina is back doing things in Gotham for the most part.

Champions - I’m glad this book is doing what it’s setting out to do with the Outlawed situation and how this team is handling C.R.A.D.L.E. and I am looking forward to the new creative team next issue.

Iron Fist: Heart of the Dragon - Involving Wakanda is a nice touch. I’m glad Luke Cage is also in this book helping Danny. I also am really enjoying the lettering especially what was done last issue when Danny was talking to that lady.

Justice League - The Bendis Justice League book! It was inevitable! I’m still going to try and enjoy myself because Green Arrow and Black Canary are here!. Shazam is here? Movie. Hippolyta is here??? I like but I am nervous. Naomi is here! And Aquaman because he doesn’t have a book sorry buddy. My problem with Snyder’s JL was that it felt too high concept and loaded.

Nightwing - Taylor has trapeze training how about that? With Babs being a supporting character I hope this focuses away from Bats. Saw a few things about Alfred and Dick and I thought that was touching. I would really like to see more of that.

Radiant Black - First issue was a good setup but it was very first issue-y. I think now that the ball is rolling more things can be done with this story and concept.

Thor - Last issue first panel was mean! Donald Blake getting his ass kicked by Throg and Lockjaw was very funny and it worked somehow. Also I thought Odin wasn’t gonna be used for a while but oh well.

Ultraman: The Trials of Ultraman - The first miniseries was very much about setting up the concept of Ultraman for a Marvel Comics audience. I hope more of the things that happen in Ultraman can start here with this miniseries.

Ultramega - This looks so much like Ultraman I’m surprised no lawyer has said anything. I think this will allow itself to be brutal with big guys fighting big monsters, and that’s why I paid big bucks for the fist issue!

Many good books came out this week. I’m glad some are miniseries because it gives me time to read them and other titles. Really looking forward to all my DC titles and nice to see an Image title in here that isn’t Monstress.

Happy readings!

[meeedeee]

Mamma Mia (Here I Go Again)

Fandoms: DC's Legends of Tomorrow (TV)

No Archive Warnings Apply

Sara Lance/Leonard Snart

Sara Lance

Leonard Snart

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Captain Canary Week 2021

Time Loop

I finally found an excuse to use an ABBA song haha

Mamma Mia - Freeform

After the Occulus explodes, Len finds himself back with the Legends and relives those days over and over again. He tries to change things with Sara.

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[firesoulstuff]

I posted 1,047 times in 2021

408 posts created (39%)

639 posts reblogged (61%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 1.6 posts.

I added 493 tags in 2021

#0 - 68 posts

#fic rec - 114 posts

#legends of tomorrow - 74 posts

#captain canary - 64 posts

#buddie - 43 posts

#leonard snart - 29 posts

#mixen - 27 posts

#sara lance - 27 posts

#eddie diaz - 24 posts

#evan buckley - 23 posts

Longest Tag: 80 characters

#i get so wrapped up in traumatic memories that the writing reads as overdramatic

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

“i’m a runaway bride/groom and you’re driving my getaway car” - buddie

This isn't how Eddie was planning on spending the hour before his wedding.

He should be in the back of the church getting ready. He should be in the garden outside the church, sneaking a picture with Christopher before the ceremony. He shouldn't be in the passenger seat of Buck's jeep.

"Take the exit?"

He looks ahead. 2 miles until the next exit, about five minutes to make the decision. The exit will take them downtown, make the trip back to the church about a little over a half hour with traffic. He'll make it back with a maximum of 25 minutes to spare.

"No."

He's aware Buck is giving him that look, but they drive by the exit.

They keep driving, the traffic is light enough today that the jeep never fully stops. Figures. Of course the road Gods would be on the side of making getting back to the church not impossible.

"Next exit?" Buck asks again, "After this one, there isn't another for 15 miles."

Eddie sighs, "I fucked up."

"What?" Buck asks, sounding genuinely confused, as if he isn't driving Eddie aimlessly down the LA freeway on what is supposed to be his wedding day. "Eddie, plenty of people get cold feet-"

"I know." He interrupts, softly. "But I've had them since before I proposed."

It's quiet, and they miss the next exit.

49 notes • Posted 2021-08-15 13:54:27 GMT

#4

Buddie + 6 (after s4, it screams them)

6. "We're getting fake engaged for (insert reason here)"

"What?"

"What?" Hen echoes, her voice dripping in disbelief. "This has got to be the dumbest idea you two have ever come up with, is what."

"And that is really saying something." Chimney adds on, tossing another piece of popcorn into his mouth.

Eddie rolls his eyes, as does Buck next to him. He knew they shouldn't have been honest about their weekend plans.

To be fair, this is a pretty bad idea, but it's Buck's bad idea, and with this particular bad idea he was very motivated to go along with it.

It all started a few months ago, just two weeks after Buck's romantic stint with Taylor had come to an end. He's received an invitation to Abby's wedding, and he may not have been completely sober, so he RSVP'd yes for him and a plus one.

Long story short, he can't un-RSVP. He doesn't want Abby getting the impression he's still hung up on her- so much so that when he explained all this to Eddie he had ended it by asking him to come as his plus one and fake romantic partner.

Which, somehow, evolved to be fake fiancé.

"Come on guys, it isn't like I'm ever going to see Abby after this." Buck says, brining Eddie back to the moment.

"I don't know." Hen tsks, "After the train, that woman strikes me as the type to keep popping up like a bad rash."

Eddie hopes she's wrong. He's never formally met Abby, not really, but what he knows he doesn't like. That's why he agreed to this fake-engagement thing; anything to show that woman she lost out on the greatest guy there is.

He shakes himself from his thoughts; they're going down that weird road again. It's been happening a lot lately.

Something tells him this trip isn't going to help.

49 notes • Posted 2021-08-14 03:20:35 GMT

#3

Buddie + AU where Buck went over to Eddie’s to help with Christopher’s first sleepover

Oh. Oh this will be fun.

1. Buck showed up fashionably late, apologizing with that stupid grin on his face and saying he would've been on time but the lady in front of him at the grocery store had a full cart. He then pulls out a Cosco sized variety box of candy and Eddie is internally all "wtf, you don't have a Cosco card??? Did Buck join Cosco JUST to give Chris and his friends a sugar high on my watch? JUST to deprive me of sleep?"

2. There is one child who gets to the party after Buck, on account of sports. His mom has a minor crush on Eddie; she's seen him around the school and thinks he's cute. When Buck answers the door she thinks she has the wrong house, but then Christopher comes to greet his guest. While the boys go inside Buck gives her a rundown on what the kids are up to at the moment and promises he'll make sure they're in bed by midnight. She asks what time works for pick up in the morning, Buck says any time before noon, but don't stress. He's very confident about it; she draws the OBVIOUS conclusion that she simply hadn't known Christopher has two fathers.

3. Usually Buck sleeps on the couch when he stays the night at Eddie's. Obviously that's a no-go, what with the living room overrun by six little boys. He doesn't fit in Christopher's bed, so of course Eddie decides they'll share his bed. It's not a big deal. His sisters and their friends did it at sleepovers all the time.

4. It is a big deal. It is a very big deal and Eddie realizes it too late. Buck falls asleep first and he just watches him. He watches him sleep. He is completely mesmerized by the way Buck snores, how long his hair actually is when not combed down. Just... everything. Every little detail he doesn't normally notice when they're awake and going about their days.

5. Buck wakes up with a bit of a... situation. Eddie is still asleep, thank god, because he would probably die on the spot if his best friend caught him waking up in his bed - next to him - with morning wood.

57 notes • Posted 2021-10-06 03:55:24 GMT

#2

Buddie + Christopher angst?

"I told him he was fine."

Buck knew this was coming.

"Eddie-"

"I told him he was just anxious." Eddie says, looking over his shoulder at Buck, his face practically screaming that he knows such an excuse doesn't make any sense. "I told him it's been over a year since he's spent a night with you, and with it being a whole weekend, he was just anxious and it would pass once he got there."

Buck nods, and sits down in the stiff waiting area chair next to Eddie.

"That makes sense."

"It's you, Buck!" Eddie snaps, quietly, so he won't disturb the other people dealing with their own crappy night. After all, no one comes to a hospital waiting room to just hang out. "Christopher would never be nervous to go sleep over your place."

"You don't know that." Buck is quick to counter, his hand coming to rest between Eddie's shoulders, and he feels that Eddie is shaking a lot more than he's letting on. "Like you said, it's been over a year since he's spent a night at my place. He could've been anxious."

Eddie shakes his head, and Buck sighs.

"He's eleven, Eds." He says after a beat. "Eleven-year-olds have stomach aches that are just anxiety, or gas, or nothing at all. They have stomach bugs. They.... You... You couldn't have known."

"I should've." Eddie says, his voice defeated. "I should've listened to him. I should've realized it was serious when he barely touched his dinner. I should've-"

"Eddie enough." Buck interrupts. "There is no reason you should've looked at your eleven-year-old son six hours ago - when he was walking and keeping food down - and known his appendix was going to burst."

He gives Eddie a minute to respond to that, to argue it, and when he doesn't Buck sighs and moves his hand up and down his friend's back.

"What matters is we got him here in time."

"You got him here in time."

Buck is going to choose to ignore that.

Anyway, it isn't like he has a choice, because a nurse comes into the waiting area with his eyes locked onto them.

83 notes • Posted 2021-06-05 02:27:41 GMT

#1

Me, when Leonard Snart crosses my mind every time another pod on that alien ship opens.

“I know better.”

97 notes • Posted 2021-05-03 00:21:11 GMT

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[seeing-you-differently]

Things Will Be Different

Captain Canary Week 2021

Day One: Déjà vu @captaincanary-week

"There are no strings on me."

Those last words seemed to echo in his head as a bright light swept over him, consuming him forcing him to close his eyes. The pain came; next, he expected it, and he knew it would be painful; he only thought it would have been fast—one moment here and the next—gone.

Leonard felt as if he was being ripped apart, pulled, and compressed in all directions until he was unsure of where he was. He lost all sense of directions, and when he began to think it would never end, it all stopped. And with it, the light.

He let out a groan of pain as he tried to get up, his head throbbing and vision dotted with black, which he quickly began trying to blink away. With his vision clear, he saw Stein lying in a similar position beside him.

Wasn't Stein on the ship?

"Stein? What are you doing here?" Leonard asked.

"I'm as ignorant as you for once," Stein answers.

That should have been his first clue. While he wasn't as close to the professor as Jax or anyone else was, the two respected the other, well respected each other enough not to insult the other.

He tried unsuccessfully to stand to find out where he was or what was happening but couldn't find the strength just yet. Unable to do anything else, Leonard began trying to recall anything at all that happened. He remembered the Oculus, holding the lever down, Sara—.

Sara

He turned, looking around, and pinpointed her quickly. She was wearing furs around her and looking just as disoriented as the rest of the team, the only difference being the stiffness in her shoulders prepared to fight at a moment's notice.

"Where are we?" She asked.

Her voice made it all the more real; whatever this was, whatever that was happening was happening. Leonard knew it was crazy, but things long stopped being crazy when the whole metahumans business started.

As much as he knew this Sara wasn't his Sara, he couldn't help but place his fingers on his lips as if he could still feel that kiss. He only allowed himself a moment of weakness before schooling his expression, readying himself with a plan.

He would find a way to change things make them different this time. Leonard will find a way to change things so that Mick won't turn into Cronos; the hawks won't die, Stein doesn't get captured. Every mistake they made, he can stop it before it happens, and this time he knows how.

Things will be different this time; he'll make sure of it.

With the plan in mind, he can finally find himself to relax, at least marginally, and look over his soon-to-be team. Who knew Rip would be right. They will be legends, but this time, he'll make sure everyone lives to become one.

[hey-there-juliet]

↳ For Captain Canary Week 2021, Day Six: CC Undercover - “Quick, kiss me so we don’t blow our cover!” @captaincanary-week

Captain Canary Incorrect Quote (insp.)

[captaincanary-week]

CAPTAIN CANARY WEEK 2021 COUNTDOWN!

[smilinstar]

Fic: this space between us (it’s nothing but stardust and the absence of you) - 6/6 (Legends of Tomorrow; Rip/Sara)

Fandom: Legends of Tomorrow

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Rip Hunter/Sara Lance (Time Canary)

Summary: Or Close Encounters. Five times Rip and Sara find themselves stuck together and somehow manage not to make out, and the one time they (finally) do . . .

Author’s Note: And DONE :-)

Can also be read here on AO3

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V |

] + [

2021, Victoria Park

London, England

-----

 Laugh.

It’s the only thing she can do.

Laugh.

Because this is happening to her again.

Watching as the Waverider disappears into the night sky, the shimmer of the cloaking shield before it’s gone from sight, like it had hardly been there at all.

She shakes her head; the bitter laugh spilling from her lips tainting the air white.

It’s freezing cold.

But it’s London, in December. As if it could be anything else?

She doesn’t turn around but can hear his footfall as he runs up behind her, panting, and out of breath, as he asks, “Where are they? Where’s the Waverider?”

Of course, it just had to be him.

Stranded in time again, and it’s with him.

“They’ve gone,” she simply answers.

“Gone?” He steps up beside her, looking up at that same night sky. “What do you mean gone?”

She throws her hand up in the air, waves it around, “As in left us here. Gone.”

The shock on his face falls away, replaced by an expression that’s meant to reassure them both, though she thinks it’s more for him than anyone else. “Right, well, I’m sure there’s just been a slight glitch in the navigation systems, and Gideon will turn right around and come back for us.”

He nods his last words, so certain of his assertion, that she can’t help herself. She snorts loudly, inviting him to swivel his head in her direction and ask;

“What?”

“Nothing.”

His eyes continue to stare at her profile, and it’s a familiar feeling. One she’s tried to avoid at all costs in recent weeks but she guesses it’s her own fault really. She knows he has questions. The fact that he thinks he can burn a hole into her head with his gaze to get those answers out of her would be laughable if it were anyone else but Rip. Because he knows her. Knows her so well, she sometimes wonders if he’s figured it out.

Her attempts to distance herself haven’t been subtle. Hell, she practically gave it all away during that whole debacle of a mission in New York, and she couldn’t even keep her cool long enough to pretend. And then she’d gone and told him she loved him in not so many words and the expression on his face when it had registered, just what she’d admitted, is etched permanently onto her retinas and she’s not sure how much longer she can go on like this. Denying it.

“It’s nothing,” she says again, before clearing her throat, and she really should just leave it there and yet she opens her mouth again. “Except we did that the last time, waited around, thinking you’d come back, but you never did.”

He’s silent for a moment too long, the words weighing heavy in the frigid air, before he speaks up;

“But I did. I did come back. Granted I was a little late . . .”

Her lips turn up ever so slightly, and it could have stayed frozen in place had it not been for him then softly saying in a confession that chips away at the hinges to her ribcage;

“I’ll always come back for you Sara.”

He’s still looking at her as she lifts her head, gaze colliding with his and he doesn’t flinch away. And even under this yellow-tinged street lighting of an East London road she doesn’t know the name of, she can tell no blush stains his cheeks. There’s no embarrassment in his admission, and she wonders what it means. If it means anything at all.

Sara looks away first, back up at the night sky. It’s a remarkably clear night. If she looks hard enough the stars blink themselves into existence, one by one.

“Come on,” he says then, “there’s no point waiting around here. They’ll find us wherever we are.”

He’s standing there in front of her, hands deep into the pockets of his black wool coat, chin dipping into the warmth of the grey scarf wound around his neck, and the tip of his nose turning pink as he waits.

“Where are we going?” she asks.

And there’s a flicker of a smile on his lips, and she realises he’d been holding his breath.

“I want to show you something.” And then: “Just trust me Sara, please?

And it feels like he’s asking her to trust him with a whole lot more.

Just trust me, she’d once asked of him, tied to chairs in a grey, dank room, waiting on a plan to fall into place. Trust me, she’d asked of him with a silent, outstretched hand in the pouring rain of the Peruvian forests.

And he had. Every single time.

It’s the least she can do.  

And so she does – waves out her hand, and motions him to lead the way.

“Right,” he nods, clapping his hands together once before rubbing them back and forth in an effort to warm his skin.

He looks around him, and Sara finds the corner of her mouth twitching upwards despite herself. “Do you even know where we’re going?”

He clearly resists the urge to roll his eyes as he stops mid-spin to look back at her and huff, “Of course I do. It’s just, this place, old London town, it doesn’t really look like this anymore. But . . . but if I remember correctly . . .”

Rip doesn’t bother finishing his sentence, he’s already striding across the empty road.

It’s nearly three a.m. and apart from a few stragglers, the odd beam of headlights from a car, the night remains mostly undisturbed. She lightly jogs to catch up with him, falls into step beside him, and tugs down on her beanie to cover the tips of her ears from the cold.

She’s careful to keep her distance, and he makes no effort to close it either.

He turns a corner of the street, an old pub sitting there, the street lamp shining its light on the fading sign that hangs on the side, swaying gently in the wind. But he doesn’t stop there, carries on walking until the old brick walls along the side turn into bushes and hedgerows fenced behind weathered metal posts, painted a bottle green.

He comes to a stop in front of a set of gates, and looks back at her.

“The park? You wanted to show me the park?”

He doesn’t answer, his eyes shifting instead from side to side, looking up and down the length of the lifeless street.

She folds her arms across her chest. “It’s closed.”

“Ah. True. But when has that ever stopped us?” he retorts, and there’s a mischievous glint in his eyes that’s never really been there before.

She bites down on a smile, blowing out a breath. “And how are you getting in?”

This time he smirks, reaches up to grab hold of one of the metal posts and jumps up, boots pressing into the sides as he pulls himself up and over the top, before dropping down to the other side.

He shrugs, “I did climb a tree in the Amazon. As did you, Captain.” He stretches out his hand then, as if to say your turn.

“This is ridiculous,” she says with a shake of her head, and yet she follows him anyway – up and over, fluid and easy.

She lands in a half crouch, before straightening up to find him watching her with a fond smile that disappears just as easily as it came.

He nods back at the wide expansive park behind him, and says once more, “Come on.”

Even at this hour, in this darkness, she thinks it’s rather beautiful. It’s not quite Central Park, but there’s a charm about it. And under the stars, the moonlight reflecting off the calm surface of the small lake, it feels kind of magical.

Her mind runs rampant with the whys and the what’s.

Why did he bring her here? What’s so special about this place?

And she thinks she starts to get an inkling, settling deep in the pit of her stomach when the climbing frames and the swing sets come into view.

The children’s play area is cordoned off by a low-lying fence, and Rip easily clears it. He holds out his hand, and though she doesn’t really need to, she finds herself slipping her hand into his and allowing him to help her over.

He doesn’t let her go, tightens his grip instead as she looks up at him.

But he’s not looking at her, he’s looking around him, eyes drawn to the swings and she can see the memories play out in front of him.

“You used to bring Jonas here,” she says softly, and it isn’t a question.

“I did,” he sighs, “I do, one day in a future that has and hasn’t happened yet.”

The words are tinged with sadness. How could they not be?

She doesn’t understand. Sure, she understands loss, but the loss of a child? She can’t fathom it, and hopes she never has to.

She squeezes his hand.

“Time, huh?”

He breathes out, replies with a nod of his head, understanding the multitude of meanings behind her words as easily as that; “Time, indeed.”

They stand there a moment longer, the thought settling around them before Rip turns to look at her, eyes glittering, as he then says the last thing she would have expected him to: “Race you to the swings, Captain Lance?”

For a moment she’s struck still, too stunned to move at the sudden change in tone, at his casual, playful words. He’s walking backwards away from her, eyebrow raised in challenge, and she looks down at the dirt ground before looking back up at him with an emerging grin.

She doesn’t know what this is, what this is about. But she’s tired of battling herself. And she thinks, maybe for one night, it’s okay for her to fall into his gravity, and just be. And so she runs, laughter slipping easily from her lips as she collapses onto the plastic seat, the jangling of the thick metal chains as it strains under her weight and the sudden force of movement disturbing the quiet around them.

He follows after her and she knows he let her win. Especially when he stops there, off to the side, hand resting against the red frame, and he’s looking back again at the rest of the park with a glimpse of the past reflecting off his eyes.

The smile on her face fades, and she wrestles with her next words, but part of her thinks this is why he brought her here in the first place, after all.

“So what was his favourite?”

The question doesn’t need any clarifying.

“He loved the monkey bars, but spent most of his time on the slides. And if he wasn’t on those, then he was out there, kicking around a football.”

She tries to imagine it. Rip as a father, hovering beneath the climbing frames, kicking a ball back and forth. Her heart twists.

“Rip, why did you bring me here?”

Her softly spoken words hang in the air, and for the longest moment he says nothing. Just stands there, breathing in the cold night air, before taking the last few steps to sit himself down on the swing seat beside her. His hands curl around the metal chains either side, his lanky legs too long as he stretches them out in front of him, digging trails into the sand under his feet.

She stops swaying, plants her own feet and comes to a stop.

“This is the first time I’ve been here since.”

The since needs no further explanation.

“I never thought I could . . .”

“Could what?” she asks.

“Oh Sara,” he breathes out with a shake of his head and then he’s turning to look at her. “So many things,” he says.

As if that’s any answer at all.

But she doesn’t need one. She knows.

It’s a fluttering under her skin, the brush of a butterfly’s wings as it flits from one spot to the other and she can’t resist the urge to hold it still in the palm of her hands.

“Like what?” she pushes anyway.

His lips twitch upwards as if he knew those words were coming.

“This place, for one. I never thought I could come back. To stand here where he’d once been, so happy, so alive. I didn’t think I’d ever get here. To a place where I could think about him, remember him without the urge to cry and scream and rage at the world.”

She looks back at him, but he’s looking at those same monkey bars no doubt imagining little Jonas swinging from one to the next. There’s the familiar burning in her gut then, one she’d learnt to quell under his very guidance, and so it’s ironic then that the flames burn brighter on his behalf. If she could murder Vandal Savage again? She’d do it. Nice and agonisingly slow and then maybe over again. And a hundred times more after that.

And somehow it’s as if he’s reading her mind, and she wonders at it, as he turns to say;

“I never thought I’d get to the point where I could think of Savage and feel nothing.”

She shakes her head, “Guess it helps he’s dead now. Can’t hurt anyone else.”

“I suppose that’s part of it.”

He falls silent, and it’s nothing but the slight creaking of metal between them as he twists in his seat to face her.

“There’s a long list of things I never thought I could do again,” he says softly, “and the fact that I can now? It’s because of you, Sara.”

She doesn’t know what to do with that and so she deals with it the only way she knows how – brushes it off with a grin; “Hey, I wasn’t the only one who helped you get Savage remember? Credit where credit’s due.”

He nods, “Ah yes. My dear Legends. I suppose I could credit them with getting me to smile from time to time, laugh occasionally, where the only other option was to cry, of course . . .”

She smiles, remembering the million and one ways the team have managed to rile Rip to the point of him wanting to rip out his own hair in frustration, though the exasperation has always been accompanied by a glimmer of fondness and a little bit of him never wanting it to be any other way.

But Rip isn’t finished and his next words freeze her in place;

“But to be able to love again? That’s all you.”

She takes a sharp breath in and looks away.

“Sara . . .”

Her name leaves his lips on a sigh, filled with an unspoken emotion, a longing she recognises, and yet can’t comprehend. She swallows, her mouth dry, tongue stuck, but somehow she manages to speak and keep her voice steady, “If this is about what I said, you know I didn’t actually mean any of it, right?”

“And you know you were wrong, don’t you?”

The fact that he just ignores her denial should bother her more than it does.

But she’s tired. Tired of this.

And maybe now’s the time to be done with it. Have it all out, and then she can leave. Time drift in peace. Wait for the team to come back, if they ever do. Alone. Without him.

And so she does it. Opens her mouth, and admits to a truth that’s been weighing her down for too long.

“So, you’re saying you love me more than I love you, are you?” There’s a hard edge to her words, the challenge implicit.

And he takes it on without even blinking.

“Yes. Yes I am.”

She shakes her head, a laugh spilling from her lips and his eyes widen at the sound.

“No you don’t.”

He actually looks offended, “What do you mean, no I don’t? I know how I feel.”

“You can’t.”

“I can’t,” he repeats back dumbfounded. “Why not?”

“Because,” she breathes out, blinking hard, pushing back at the frustrated tears that are building, “because you wouldn’t keep leaving us, leaving me if you did. Because you’ve said it yourself. You’ve only ever needed one. And you lost her Rip. And I can’t fight a ghost. I can’t.”

And then he’s tugging on her seat, spinning her around to face him, the chains of the swing twisting around above her, her knees brushing his as they sit there.

He leans forward, hand cupping her cheek and turning her towards him. He ducks a little to meet her eyes, and there’s nowhere to hide. For her. Or for him.

“And I’d never expect you to. That’s what I’m trying to tell you. Why I brought you here, Sara. I’m telling you, I’m ready. I think I have been for some time now, just too afraid because, well, because I didn’t think you felt the same . . . and then . . . and then in New York, when you said . . .” he stops, shakes his head in disbelief, takes a breath and with a smile that makes her think the sun has risen early, “Sara Lance, heaven help me, but I love you.”

She bites her bottom lip, shaking her own head, smile blooming, but then he’s brushing his thumb over that same lip, and she stops and stares back at him. And the face that looks back at her is so hopeful, and so afraid, and she knows because she feels it too.

“Yeah?”

He presses his forehead against hers and nods. “And if the argument as to who loves the other more is in contention, then let me put it to rest, here and now, that it is most certainly me.”

She opens her mouth to argue the point, but she finds that she can’t because . . .

Because.

He kisses her then.

A press of his lips against hers, hands cradling her face, fingers slipping under her hat to tangle in her hair and pull her in closer. And despite the cold, she feels every inch of her skin burning. The heat of his mouth, the warmth of his hands as her own hands grip the chains of the swing even tighter because she fears she’ll fall into him if she doesn’t.

But she’s not afraid any more.

She has nothing to fear, she’d fallen long ago, and so she lets go.

Pulls away from his lips and lets go of the chains. His face is one of dazed disappointment and confusion, but then she’s standing up, hovering in front of him as he looks up and the grin on her face must tell him all he needs to know.

Eyes wide, a cautious “Sara . . .” leaves his lips, but she’s already grabbing hold of his swing, and climbing onto his lap, her legs dropping down either side of his waist as the metal chains and frame of the swing creak ominously under the extra weight.

“Sara,” he says again, voice low and she barely suppresses the shiver and it has nothing to do with the cold, “this is a bad idea.”

And yet his hands come around her own waist and he pulls her in tighter against him, and she knows part of it is instinct, balancing their combined weight on the seat so they don’t topple over, but she thinks it’s mostly because he can’t help himself either.

She leans into him, lips scant inches from his own. “What?” she teases, “Just like your idea to get us stranded here?”

His eyes widen, and she gains some satisfaction in having her hunch proven true.

Because talk about coincidences.

Being here. This park. This whole night.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You planned this.”

“I definitely did not plan for you to be sitting here, on my lap, on a swing set, in the middle of a London park. How on Earth would I plan for that? But getting the team to leave us behind so that we could finally talk? Now that would have been an excellent plan, it’s a wonder I didn’t think of it myself.”

She shakes her head, her nose brushing against his, the smirk on his lips softening into a genuine, blissful smile.

One that matches hers as she kisses him again, hands winding their way around his neck, pressing in until all she’s doing is breathing him in.

Neither one letting go of the other.

Not now.

And not ever again.

 End.

 A/N 2: If you stuck with this, thank you. I’m not really happy with how this turned out, but I’m too tired to try and rewrite it. In any case, I hope you enjoyed it anyway.  

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Love Will Keep Us Together by Captain & Tennille

Shut Up And Dance by Walk the Moon

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King and Liontieart by Of Monsters and Men

Believe by Mumford and Sons

Like Real People Do by Hozier

Dynasty by MIIA

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.... would anyone be interested in a captain canary week?

like, reblog or comment pls 😅

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So many people were interested that I went ahead and did it!

Edited: 09/10/21 (dd/mm/yy)

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