Title: The Haunting of Ray Palmer’s Libido
Fandom: Legends of Tomorrow
Pairings/Characters: Mick Rory/Ray Palmer, Oscar Wilde (Historical Figure), Jim Craddock | Gentleman Ghost
Additional Tags: Season 2, Relationship Negotiation, Asexual Mick Rory, Asexual/Non-asexual Relationship, Historical Inaccuracy, Historical Gay, Open Relationship, Ghosts
Summary: Ray wants to be a good and loyal boyfriend. Ray's vibrant sex drive does not. Mick just wants Ray to stop taking cold showers every morning when history's second fanciest gay is standing right there. Vague sequel to How Do I Light Your Fire (Without an Arson Charge)?.
Notes: I have not researched Mr. Wilde in enough depth to please a historian in my depiction of him. If LoT ever features him as a character they likely won’t either so I’m considering this acceptable.
Oh no, he’s hot, thought Ray as he tackled an extremely attractive man to the ground. Above them, an invisible form clad in a dashing bone-white suit with monocle and top hat dragged Nate around and around the courtyard by his feet.
The Legends been playing hot potato in 1984 with the Dahrks, a death curse, and a device the Waverider’s science team had whipped up for pulling time ghosts out of the finicky timestream. Then a local cutpurse and knave named ‘Gentleman’ Jim Craddock had gotten his hands upon the cursed item, and now there was an evil invisible ghost man running around adding to their problems.
Craddock flew through the wall and vanished through it, leaving Nate to hit the stone and bounce off. Ray rolled the attractive man to avoid his falling teammate. The ensuing friction only made things worse.
“Sorry about this,” he mumbled. “We’re trying to help, I promise.”
"Wild," said the man, who was pressed closely enough that Ray could feel his heart racing with panic. A few feet away, Nate groaned as the silver faded from his skin.
"Eh, not too wild,” said Ray. “For us this is pretty normal."
"No. Wilde. With E. His name. Oscar Wilde," Nate panted, gesturing to the man while still sprawled flat on his back. "Poet. Playwright. Author. Noted historic h--uh. Noted poet.”
“You said poet twice, but it deserves saying twice.” Wilde reached over and shook Nate’s limp hand. Despite the ghost attack, he sounded quite chipper. “My thanks to you.”
Ray let out a soft whine and his head fell back to hit the dirt. Oh no, he’s hot and sexually compatible.
