LoT/Superflarrow Dragon Week

This is a post-Oculus fix-it. WITH DRAGONS. And gay.

This is a more horror-based story, though it’s still pretty light-hearted and T-rated. Also it has Chronos, but not in the way you think. Yaaay.

Sorry this one is so short, but I’ll post another dragon fic today to make up for it :D

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“I’m serious,” Len says.

“You’re not serious,” Mick says.

“No, really, I’m –”

“Insane.”

“I am not. How else will I learn?” Len says, like he’s being reasonable or something.

“Jump off yourself,” Mick suggests.

“I can’t,” Len says. “That’s the problem: I’m scared of heights. Because of that, I can’t fly. I want to fly. Therefore, the obvious solution –”

“Is for me to throw you off a skyscraper?”

“Yes, exactly!” Len says.

“No.”

“But –”

“Consent, Lenny. I said no.”

Len pouts.

Mick crosses his arms.

“Maybe if it were something smaller first?” Len suggests.

Mick eyes him warily.

Len beams at him.

“…what were you thinking?”

(two days later)

“Barry,” Cisco says. “I’m getting reports that Heatwave and Captain Cold have been sighted on top of the neighborhood jungle gym. Heatwave appears to be tossing Cold off of it.”

“You know what,” Barry says, after a long moment. “I’m not even going to do anything with that.”

“But –”

“No, Cisco. Let them be weirdos if that’s what they want.”

(two weeks later)

“Barry,” Cisco says.

“No,” Barry says.

“Captain Cold just sprouted wings and flew away, Barry.”

“No,” Barry says.

“But Barry –”

“No.”

“Just saying that isn’t going to make it not have happened.”

“I’m going to pretend that it will,” Barry says.

“Seconded,” Caitlin says weakly.

“Actually, he has very pretty wings,” Iris says.

For @oneiriad, who wanted more of the Pest story, here’s The Pest part 2, the interquel or whatever they’re called when they’re not before or after

Will presumably only make sense if you read The Pest pt 1 here (tumblr) or here (ao3)

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When Rip Hunter came for Heatwave, he came for a master thief.

One of the best of all time, some said. The heists he pulled were clever – almost fiendishly brilliant – and perfectly executed: timing, planning, contingencies built on contingencies, everything. They were even stylish. And then his turn towards supervillainy was nothing short of impressive in itself: to continue to operate as a thief in Central City when faced with the full might and speed of the Flash, to broker a deal with him in order to continue operations and then to maneuver that deal into a band of meta-humans who considered themselves indebted to him..! Nothing short of brilliant.

Despite the man’s somewhat unusual personal eccentricities – he was well-known to history as a pyromaniac, thus the nickname ‘Heatwave’ despite his possession of both hot and cold guns, and of course his habit of taking his pet dragon (only in Central…) with him everywhere he went was very nearly as well known – Rip was certain that Mick Rory would be a valuable addition to his team of Legends.

“Happy hatchday!” Wally purred, nuzzling Jesse’s ear. She ducked away from him with a small squeak of indignation as he accidentally (or not-so-accidentally) sent a small static shock into her. Jesse tried to shove him away with a push of her wings, making him purr in amusement and duck away, tail curling up. “Now you’re finally old enough that Harry can’t say no when you tell him you want to go out flying on your own.”

Jesse huffed. “I’ve been going out without his permission for years and you know it, Wally.” She looked around. “Where’s everyone else?”

As it happens, I do not in fact have any more plans for the rest of the week, so here you go! :)

Will only make sense if you’ve read part 1 here (tumblr) or here (ao3)

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It’s a very good thing that Len knows the flight path to STAR Labs by heart, because he flies it now, alone and at top speed.

“I need your prototype,” he says abruptly, bursting into the Accelerator lab through the dragon entrance.

“Uh, dude, rude much?” Cisco says. “No hello?”

Cisco was Lisa’s beloved, and so he did not fear Len.

That is a mistake.

Len bares his teeth and mantles his wings, full-on threat display, and he might not be able to see the picture he makes anymore but he can feel the slick layer of mud and drying blood that sticks to his scales, and no one ever found him less than terrifying before his blindness.

Cisco’s frightened gasp of air indicates he hasn’t lost his touch.

“I need,” he says levelly, albeit through a mouth full of sharp points, “your prototype.”

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2iI05t9

by LaShaRa

The one where Mick is volcanic and gorgeous, Len needs a lot of cuddling but is also gorgeous, Lisa is badass, and Lewis Snart gets what he deserves.

Words: 1794, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Fandoms: DC’s Legends of Tomorrow (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Mick Rory, Leonard Snart, Lisa Snart, Lewis Snart

Relationships: Mick Rory/Leonard Snart

Additional Tags: Dragons, First Meetings, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending

hahaaa it’s like day 4 of dragon week but here’s my day 2 submission y’all. It’s also part of @mickrorydefensesquad

Expectations There are certain things Len expects when he wakes in 2016. Never thought he’d have to worry about the team taking care of Mick.

Dragon week 3 - Coldwave - Seeing Eye Human

For @oneiriad, who requested it

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“Sir, are you sure you want that one?” the parole merchant says doubtfully.

“Yes, yes, I’m quite sure,” Len says. “He’s the one.”

“But sir,” the merchant says, his voice taking on the sugary, condescending tone they always did when they noticed how Len’s eyes were white and blue all the way through. Like his reason was impaired just because he was blind now. Fuck them. “I don’t think he’s entirely the right fit for the use you’ll have of him-”

“And what use is that?” Len drawls.

“I – that is –” the merchant coughs.

They both know why he’s here, but dragons are supposed to be invulnerable. That’s how they were born out of the eggs of the sky, and that’s how they were supposed to remain. To speak of another dragon being anything less than whole and hearty and able was just unthinkable, no matter how many dragons pretend they’re not limping, risking permanent damage just to avoid being seen with a brace. No matter how many dragons wear corrective lenses while claiming it was just a fashionable fad. No matter how many dragons can’t seem to get themselves out of their hoards for weeks on end, their friends helping them where they can, but no official support or funding whatsoever.

Fucking ableism.

I saw this prompt and went “sure, but I’ll wait till dragon week to post it”, so I hope you don’t mind the delay, anon!

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“Mick,” Lisa says.

Mick ignores her.

He knows why she’s here and he’s not going to listen.

“Miiiiick.”

No. Absolutely not.

“Mickey Mouse…”

Mick turns with a snarl.

Lisa beams at him, flicking her golden tail at him in a calming sort of way.

“I don’t care,” he says, preempting her. “I don’t, I don’t, I don’t.”

“He’s your mate,” Lisa says.

“He’s just getting broody,” Mick says dismissively.

“Yes,” Lisa says. “He is. Literally. That’s why you need to go back and talk to him about this.”