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Warnings: Shrapnel wounds, healing wounds by converting them onto your body, sexual suggestion at the end.
Requested: yes/NO
Words: 2,044
A/N - You know the drill; 'you got hurt and didn't tell me' trope, but with two trained League assassins in a relationship. Sara is also canonically bisexual, so that’s the main reason I swapped from Fem to GN.
*not my gif*
You sat behind your sister as the both of you typed away on two sets of computers, analysing the route for your partners to escape without injury.
"Ollie, take your second left." You murmured into the comms.
"Got it." He reported back.
Felicity turned to you in her wheelchair, your posture straight since the League and you could feel her gaze burning a hole into the back of your head whilst your eyes flickered around the desktops.
"What, Feli?" You grumbled.
"You need to get back out in the field. You're no good stuck behind a desk." She spoke her mind.
"The same can be said for you." You retorted, ignoring the fact that she was in a wheelchair.
"Puh-lease. You were trained by the League, by Sara's side. All I'm saying is that you're Angel - you shouldn't be wasting your training." Felicity turned back to the desktops and you quickly shot out of your chair.
"Ollie, there's a bird coming at you on your right!"
You heard multiple grunts and metallic squeals that you didn't have the heart to silence, listening as it made your spine shiver before you grabbed your keys on your desk.
"We're... we're okay. It missed us, but I trashed the bike."
"I'm coming to pick you up." You murmured before you slammed a fist onto the keyboard of your desk and marched into the elevator, furiously pressing the button to the garage before the doors closed.
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You kept glancing back as Sara sat asleep in the back, your mind slightly worried for the cut on her eyebrow but nothing else concerned you.
"I'm sorry." You murmured as you calmly turned the corner.
"For what?" Oliver looked at you with perplexity. "You saved our asses. If you hadn't called it out, that missile would have-"
"Don't, Ollie. I don't want to think about it." You interjected, the simple thought of Sara being dealt with the missile making your stomach drop.
"Alright." Oliver muttered before he winced at the cut by his eye.
"Give." You held out your hand as you turned another corner with your other hand, the archer taking your hand before he pressed a finger of yours to the cut.
You could feel the same area under your eye threaten to split as you healed him, but you redirected the pain towards your back. As you reached the red traffic light, you closed your eyes and lined it up against the others in case it scarred.
"You shouldn't be healing such a simple cut, Y/N." Oliver scolded you and you flipped him off.
"Be glad I picked you up." You barked quietly.
"You would have done it anyway." He grumbled.
"You may be my brother-in-law, but I would have gladly left you behind and put Sara in the front." You quickly turned to him and he saw the look in your eyes to be genuine until you looked back to the road.
"I know." He muttered before you finally turned into the garage and Oliver helped Sara out since she had woken up.
"Let me-"
"I'm fine, Y/N." Sara pushed you away and leaned on Oliver as he helped her walk towards the medical suite of the bunker.
"So, we are slightly closer to finding those drug runners and their trafficking ring, thanks to Oliver putting a tracker on one of them." Felicity welcomed you all back in but saw the scowl you had on your face.
"And I'll just order some Big Belly Burger." She muttered to herself.
"Good idea, sis." You threw your keys onto your desk, littered with many scrunched up papers since you hadn't bothered to empty your overflowing bin and you huffed as you sat down.
"What do you want? Cheeseburger? Basic… beef… burger?" Felicity trailed as she saw the small cut bleeding on your side.
"Y/N."
"What?" You hissed bitterly before you took a deep breath and apologised.
"I'm getting two of mine and you're going to deal with it. Now go help Sara." Felicity grumbled as she tapped away on her keyboard.
You stood and moved towards the medical wing to see Sara lock eyes with you, instantly letting you know she was hiding something. The way she leaned to one side, her head cocked the other way, and the fact that her eyes tried to avoid you gave you all the proof you needed.
You marched up to her, ignoring her protests whilst expertly slapping her hands away until you ripped the side of her shirt with your bare hands.
"You..." You seethed, moving away before you slammed your hand through the metal table next to the bed.
"Y/N, I'm fine."
"You have a piece of shrapnel in your abdomen, Sara!" You yelled and saw how your volume affected her, looking away from her as you shut up.
"Y/N, look at me." She murmured, yet you didn't meet her eyes.
"Y/N Smoak." She growled and that got your attention.
"Don't you dare say you are fine." You pointed at the piece of shrapnel in her abdomen and felt your hands start to shake.
You tucked them underneath your arms as you breathed out shakily, turning away from Sara before you grabbed the medical kit sitting near the bed and threw it lightly onto the bed.
"Y/N-"
"Sara." You interrupted quickly, your tone indicating you were struggling to keep your composure.
She grabbed your chin with one hand and whilst it was gentle, the kiss she planted on your lips was filled with emotion that made you almost forget about her injury.
Almost.
"Thank you." You muttered softly.
Sara knew every trick in the book when it came to you - she had trained with you, after all. Her touch was enough to calm your anger, a kiss enough to decimate it.
"Lie down, please." You asked her and she nodded.
You were never polite with others, not even with Felicity. Granted, you could be, but only if that meant you would get something in return.
"Brace." You muttered and you held out your hand to Sara's, her fingers lacing between yours before you carefully began to dig the shrapnel out and her grip tightened around your hand.
"Don't go breaking my hand, Lance."
"Just get it out, Smoak." Sara seethed through the pain before you finally pulled the shrapnel out and placed your gloves in the bin.
As you sat back down and moved to place your hand over her wound, Sara snatched your hand and quickly grabbed the other when it tried to move as well.
"You are not healing this." She ordered.
"And who are you to stop me?" You curled an eyebrow up before you moved your hands too quickly for her concussed mind to register, pinning her hands above her head with only one of yours.
"Y/N, if you heal this-"
"What, no sex for a week? I can last that long. It's you who can't." You teased as you placed your hand over her wound.
Once again, you felt your lower stomach tingle before you focused on your back and felt your skin split open to match the severity of Sara's motorcycle incident.
"God, you're infuriating." Sara growled as she lifted your shirt and spun you around, grabbing the sticky gauze pad from the medical kit and slapping it harshly on your back.
"Why didn't you tell me?" You turned around and spoke softly as you lowered your t-shirt back on.
"Because I knew you were going to do this. I can handle a motorcycle crash, Y/N. I'm not superpowered like you but I can handle Ollie's shitty driving." She cupped your face in her hands before she brushed a loose strand of hair out of your eyes.
"I don't like seeing you in pain, love." You murmured.
"Neither do I. We went through enough of that in the League." She chuckled as she pulled you closer to her.
"You know how I feel about you healing me. And I'm also annoyed that you healed Ollie before me."
"If you were in the front seat, darling, I would have done much more than heal you." You smirked as you kissed her softly.
"I thought you said no sex for a week?" Sara quipped.
“You don’t want sex?” You questioned.
"I don't want sex right now. I just want you." Sara spoke as she pulled away after a few seconds.
"Feli! I'm going home!" You yelled, an incoherent mumble coming from the disabled techie before she waved her hand at you to leave.
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You grinned as Sara waltzed over to you on the couch, moving your butt over so that she could fall into the hole you made between the couch arm and yourself.
"Mmm. This is what I wanted." She hummed as she lay on your front, your arms falling on her back to grab her ass before she flicked your ear and you readjusted.
Even if it was only to the bend of her back.
"Sorry - you know I'm a person of habit." You smirked as she sat up and gave you a half-hearted stare.
"Mhmm. That's why you always throw your keys."
"It gives me a mental reminder of where I put them!" You argued.
"Sure it does." Sara grinned before she kissed you softly and then turned her head to watch the stars twinkle outside.
"Y/N..." She yawned.
You chuckled. "I guess being in a motorcycle incident can tire you out."
"You know I'd prefer it if you tired me out." She smirked before she stifled another yawn.
"You are way too tired for sex. You'd pass out before it'd be my turn." You lightly kissed her temple before you gripped underneath her thighs and picked her up.
"It's past your bedtime, Miss Lance." You stated.
"Shut it, you." She lightly slapped your back but you could feel her body freeze as you climbed the stairs towards your bed.
"It's okay, Sara." You cooed as you placed her on the bed before walking over to the wardrobe and grabbed a set of pyjamas.
"Can I please check?" She murmured as she snaked her arms around your hips, lightly brushing her forearm over the gauze pad and you nodded.
As she peeled it back, you heard her sigh in relief before the rest of it came off in a swift rip.
"Ow." You grumbled in complaint.
"Oh, shut it." She mumbled before she kissed the irritated area and you slipped your oversized shirt on.
"Come on. Bedtime." You snickered again whilst she rolled her eyes.
As she walked away from you, you tackled her into the bed and grinned when you put her in a soft headlock.
"You win, you win!" She tapped against your arm that wasn't even threatening her airways and you moved it to wrap over her shoulder and your fingers lightly swirled along the skin of her back.
"I always win. Whether it'd be in sex or in life." You smirked before you kissed her softly.
You flicked the covers over the both of you with your feet and grinned at Sara's chuckle, letting her tuck her head into your neck before you covered the both of you.
"I love you." Sara murmured in your ear as she kissed your neck.
"I love you too." You kissed her in the exact same spot on her neck before you heard her chuckle.
"What's so funny, Canary?"
"Nothing, Angel. Just that people would be surprised to learn that you're a bottom." She nipped your ear before licking away the pain.
"You are such a tease, Miss Lance." You smirked before you wrapped both arms over her back, humming at her body against yours before you felt her hands sneak up underneath the back of your shirt.
"Okay. Only a few rounds though - I don't want you passing out whilst I'm midway." You murmured.
"Yes." You heard her whisper as it cheered in victory before she sat up and straddled your waist.
"I told you that you wouldn't be able to last a week." You smirked.
She rolled her eyes at your quip before she placed a hand on your chest and lowered down until your lips tingled from her breath.
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