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the-antiapocalyptic-man · 2 years

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Sara Lance, The White Canary, The Legend of the Dead Earth

Killed during the Prometheus Attacks on Star City, Sara’s body was found the the League of Shadows and returned to their base for experimentation. Using a stolen artifact--revealed, years later, to be a Zambesian Totem of Death--Shadow science-mystics successfully revived Sara without having to resort to the energy of a Lazarus Pit.

The revival process also served to belatedly kickstart her metagene, the totem combining with her natural gifts to create sort of “death song” or “death wail” that was more powerful that her sister’s Canary, but lacked the utility of sheer physical destruction.

As is the case in many resurrections, Sara spent years amnesiac afterwards, being handed off from the Shadows and Lazarii to the League of Assassins. Under the name Ta-er al-Sahfer (”Whistling Bird”), she trained in a variety of martial artists, black ops, and technologies useful to the League’s ends. During this time, she briefly had a relationship with Nyssa Raatko, the Daughter of Ra’s Al Ghul.

Sent to America on a mission, Sara was defeated and captured by the Black Canary, her own sister. Successfully deprogrammed from her League conditioning by Dinah and Mister Terrific, Sara slowly attempted to re-acclimate to her old life, but it had been so long. Independent of that, while she was no longer under the League’s control, she was still dependent on her totem to remain alive, and Nyssa now hand a personal interest in using League resources to get her back, held in check only by Ra’s own disinterest in Sara as he remained oddly hyperfixated on Gotham City.

Through her sister, Sara met the McCabe sister, Mari and Kuasa, finally solving the mystery of her own resurrection. In the rare position to unite the Tantu Totems of M’Changa for the first time since European colonialism had separated them. Seeking assistance from the working-class Merlin, John Constantine himself, the group set out for Detroit, Michigan and the Earth Totem’s suspected house: Nathaniel Heywood, The Citizen Steel.

#dc #headverse #fanart #white canary #au #death totem #whistling bird

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aesthetic--mood · 4 years

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Sara Lance "White Canary" Aesthetic

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agentariannagrace · 4 years

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@southern-belle-outcasts

The contract is immutable. There are no loopholes. There is no escape. Ta-er al-Sahfer is betrothed to Arianna Byrne Grace. Their union will strengthen both the Irish presence and the League. Ra’s al-Ghul.... will be her father-in-law. Arianna will be forced to leave her life of books and research to support her spouse, to provide for the assassin, and when time came, to bear a child for them. Arianna would no longer belong to her family, but the family of Ta-er.

She is scared. She knows her family is not the kindest, is not the most moral, but she loved them. Her parents are kind, they are good, they have never made her feel anything less than incredible. She knows it was hard on them, having a genius for a child. But this... how was she to be married to someone she did not know, to someone who had grayer morals than she.

Arianna stood in the courtyard of her mother’s ancestral home, knowing that any moment, this Ta-er shall arrive, and Arianna would meet her betrothed for the first time.

#southernbelleoutcasts #Ta er al Sahfer and Arianna

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gonexgone · 2 years

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Name: Sara Lance | Ta-er al-Sahfer | Black/ White Canary

Geboren: 25.12.1987

Wohnort: Star City

Familie: Quentin Lance (Vater), Dinah Lance (Mutter), Laurel Lance (Schwester), @the-next-blackcanary (Nichte)

Freunde: Oliver Queen @thegreenearrow , John Diggle @xjohndiggle, Cheryl Blossom-Queen @cherylbombzhell

Special Freundschaftsplatz: @iwrotemystory

Geschichte:

Sara Lance ist die verschollene Schwester von Laurel Lance und Tochter von Dinah Lance und Quentin Lance. Seit die Yacht Queens Gambit, auf der sie mit Oliver Queen zusammen war, unterging, galt sie als tot. Ihre Leiche wurde allerdings nie gefunden. Ihr angeblicher Tod stürzte ihre Familie in tiefe Trauer, machte ihren Vater zum Alkoholiker und ihre Eltern trennten sich. In Staffel 2 kommt sie als Canary (Kanarienvogel) wieder zurück, um ihre Familie in Sicherheit zu wissen. Damit sie überlebt, schloss sie sich der Liga der Assassinen an. Dort hatte sie eine Beziehung mit Nyssa al Ghul.

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smoaking-greenarrow · 3 years

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I co-wrote this with @smoakqueenfam :)

Arrow and Outlander fans (or Arrow and Al Sah-him fans), y’all are going to want to check this one out!

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Hiking deep in the Hindu Kush mountains with her fiance, Felicity Smoak stumbles upon a small village and a young woman, whose palm reading abilities throw her for a loop. Felicity doesn’t expect this woman’s words to have an everlasting effect on her. Later that evening, with a buzzing sound ringing in her ears, she follows a path to a waterfall that transports her life back 100 years to a man who throws her world completely off track.

Surrounded by men in long black cloaks, and masks covering their faces, Felicity fights the overwhelming urge to run. Instead she is met with crystal clear blue eyes that ground her in a way she didn’t quite understand. An instant chemistry forms, along with an abundance of questions. Who is this man? Where is she? Why is she here? And most importantly, how will she make it back to Ray?

Or more importantly, will she want to?

An Olicity Outlander AU

#Arrow #Olicity #Outlander AU #olicity fic #this life to the next #Oliver Queen #Felicity Smoak

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aerisahale · 4 years

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Dance Lessons

Notes: I couldn’t stop thinking about how Sara learned to dance the tango, so here is the League teaching Sara to dance.

Summary: Learning to dance is part of the League’s standard education. Turns out, Sara is not so good at it. Or, perhaps, she just needed the right partner.

Pairing: Nyssa x Sara

Words: 1,546

Sara’s steps slow as she is ushered into the room by the deceptively strong hands of her newest appointed teacher, an older woman she has never seen before. She was disbelieving when she had been introduced to her that this woman could fight. Surveying the room of half a dozen pairs and cementing the conclusion that this woman wasn’t a fighter, Sara says skeptically, “I can dance at a club, but the tango is not exactly in my wheelhouse.”

The music cuts off as the older woman gives out a few instructions. Al Raqisa is hearing none of her protests as her teacher physically moves her into a starting position with a partner she snatches from somewhere nearby. The man nods at her, one hand coming to rest at her back, the other taking a gentle hold of her hand. She is instructed on her own hand placement and the music picks up again.

At first, she is yanked around by the lead of her partner. It takes a few halting steps before she catches on to the rhythm of it—at least, she thinks she is taking the correct steps until her foot lands on something and her partner grunts as he lurches to the side. With more grace than Sara would have, he catches himself and proffers his hand, even as he arches a brow at her.

She tries again, steps this way, then that way, then twists. She stumbles and is caught by Al Raqisa who presses them closer to each other. “Closer, this is not a children’s dance. This is a dance of passion!”

The third attempt is a complete disaster. Being closer than she was at first causes Sara to constantly step on or trip over her partner’s feet. The man disengages after the fourth time she’s squashed his toes and shakes his head at their teacher. “It seems Ta-er Al Sahfer is only interested in assassinating my appendages.”

“Why do we have to learn this?” Sara growls. “I was under the impression we are assassins.”

“Assassins often go undercover and you never know what skills you may need, so the League strives to ensure a well-rounded education,” a smooth voice calls.

Everyone in the room kneels, heads bowed in deference as the Heir to the Demon strides in from one of the side doors. She crosses the floor and pushes open a window, taking a moment to look out it before she turns back and sweeps her gaze over Sara.

They have stolen a sincere moment here and there since Nyssa first saved Sara from the wreckage of the Amazo and Sara holds each one close to her heart, closer still after dark falls and she can admit to herself that for the first time she thinks she might feel the stirring of real feelings in her heart. When she allows them, each memory she holds stokes the flames of her feelings hotter than the adrenaline of her secret relationship with her sister’s boyfriend, hotter than any boyfriend before that.

While Nyssa checks on her progress occasionally, her progress has always been in pursuit of combat, something she found herself naturally excelling at. Embarrassment colors her cheeks as she is clearly failing at dancing of all tasks. Privately, she wonders if Nyssa does that for all her recruits or if Sara is special. Every time the thought comes to her, she hopes it is the latter. Sara risks peeking up at Nyssa through her eyelashes and she is caught in more ways than one when she is pinned by dark eyes. The simple black outfit that matches the one Sara wears does nothing to diminish the beauty the woman possesses, and Sara is not unaffected by it.

Nyssa turns towards Al Raqina. “I will personally ensure that my recruit is better prepared the next time she graces your dance floor.”

Motioning with a jerk of her chin, Sara hastens to follow after Nyssa’s quick strides as she leaves through the same door she came in. They go through passageway after passageway and turn after turn until, even after three months, Sara is lost and can not find her way back to the room they started from. They come out into a greeting area, a couple couches press against the walls and two guards stand at either side of a double-doored entrance.

Upon seeing Nyssa, the guards open the doors for her and the pair climb the steps into a lavishly decorated bedroom, a far cry different than the bunk room Sara shares with the other trainees. A desk is pressed against one wall and upon it sits one simple picture of a dark-haired woman, smiling softly. An article of clothing is thrown haphazardly on the bench at the end of the draped four-poster bed, and it seems at odds with the picture of perfection Nyssa builds, or perhaps that is only Sara’s perception.

That is all Sara gets a good look at before she is further led out into a courtyard, warm under the Tibetan sun despite their elevation. The courtyard is walled off and private, a small pond in the corner, a carefully manicured tree at the edge. A table and two chairs occupy the corner closest to the doors to Nyssa’s bedroom, but the rest remains open, paved with the same stone the League compound is built from. Nyssa comes close and Sara eyes her warily before the taller woman holds her hand out in an exact imitation of her dancing partner from minutes ago.

“There’s no music,” Sara hears herself say, even as her blood thunders in her ears and her thoughts are occupied by thoughts of being pressed close to the woman who saved her, taught her to fight.

This earns her a smile. “Listen.”

Sara quiets and does as she is told, awareness extending outward until she takes in the staccato beats of a guitar filtering up and over the walls of the courtyard. The elevation of Nyssa’s bedroom allows her a clear line to the open window of Al Raqina’s dance studio. It brings a smile to her own face, despite the wash of self-consciousness as she wonders if Nyssa was watching and sought to save her—or perhaps her dance partner. Nyssa takes her hand and presses a hand to her back, pulling Sara tightly against her. “The ballroom is truly not that far from here. It is a winding path between the two from within, but a straight line outside. Now, instead of attempting to mimic what you see, feel how I move.”

Nyssa leads them, stepping forward and back. Sara is dragged along but thankfully does not embarrass herself any further by stepping on the Heir’s feet. It doesn’t take long before she finds a better rhythm with Nyssa than she did with her previous partner. She feels her move in a different way than she did with him. That synchronicity doesn’t take long to allow Sara to find the steps that don’t make her feel like she’s being dragged through the dance.

The music slows into a different tune and so do their movements, but Nyssa holds her closely for a moment longer than Sara had thought she would and the blonde finds herself holding the Heir even tighter, comforted in her closeness, in her scent. Nyssa pulls away sharply, quickly, turning her back to Sara.

“I am not good at dancing around subjects… With that in mind, I would like to make it clear to you that you owe me nothing. I am not oblivious to this pull between us. Once my father accepted your apprenticeship, your debt is to the League of Assassins and my father.”

Nyssa’s gasp when Sara grasps her wrist and turns her back toward her is almost a sob and it breaks Sara’s heart. Not the perfection of Sara’s perception after all. “Anything I choose to do, I choose. No one makes me do anything. Not anymore. I’ve spent three months here learning to fight. Obviously, I can’t be doing that terribly since someone sees it fit that it’s time for me to expand my knowledge.”

“It is my position as the Heir that I wish not to pressure you with.” Nyssa still won’t meet her eyes.

Sara comes closer, presses herself into Nyssa, holding her tightly. She whispers in Nyssa’s ear, “When your father sought to intimidate me, all I could do was laugh. It was nothing compared to the horrors of Ivo’s ship. Believe me when I tell you that I would never give more of myself than I wanted.”

Sara can feel Nyssa shaking as she says, “You are quite stubborn.”

“Besides, we are simply dancing. Let’s just enjoy the moment. I feel we may not get that many.”

Sara guides Nyssa’s arms back around her, leading them into a simple sway back and forth, content to just enjoy the press of their bodies, head resting on Nyssa’s chest. It is the most at peace Sara has felt since she boarded the Queen’s Gambit. Her heart flutters when the Heir rests her chin on her head. At some point, she realizes the music has stopped, but there are birds chirping, the sun warms her back, and Nyssa is in her arms.

#Nyssara #nyssa x sara #Nyssa al Ghul #Sara Lance #Arrow #femslash #fanfic #fanfiction

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ao3feed-avalance · 3 years

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by Schriftstellerexcerpts

He used to call me Ta-er al-Sahfer.”

Pam smiles. “What does that mean?” She asks.

“The Canary,” Sara says, the fond memory making its way back into the front of her mind.

“The Yellow Bird,” Bishop breathes out. “That’s beautiful.”

Words: 9975, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of this is a place where i don't feel alone (this is a place where i feel at home)

Fandoms: DC's Legends of Tomorrow (TV), Arrow (TV 2012)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Sara Lance, Laurel Lance, Oliver Queen, Ava Sharpe, Nate Heywood, Mick Rory, Ray Palmer, Nora Darhk, Astra Logue, Esperanza "Spooner" Cruz, John Constantine, Zari Tomaz | Zari 1.0, Behrad Tomaz | Behrad Tarazi, Bishop (DC's Legends of Tomorrow), Pam Sharpe, Dinah Lance (Arrow)

Relationships: Sara Lance/Ava Sharpe, Sara Lance & Ava Sharpe, Nyssa al Ghul & Sara Lance, Laurel Lance/Oliver Queen

Additional Tags: wlw, AvaLance, Love, Angst, deep

#ao3feed #fanfic #avalance #avalance fanfiction #sara x ava #sara lance #ava sharpe

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theweekinarrowfic · 3 years

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Completed Arrow Multichapters on AO3,August 8-14, 2021

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Enter the Dragon by okoriwadsworth (Laurel/Oliver, 12/12, 2021-08-11) - After 6 years being heroes, what will Oliver Queen and Laurel Lance do when someone comes to their home and wants not to destroy their city but to ask a very simple question: Who is truly the best fighter in the world?

Sara's Decision by ArrowverseFan833 (Sara/Oliver, 73/73, 2021-08-10) - After Oliver died during Crisis, it was the last straw for Sara. All of her closest friends and family were now dead. She makes a decision in which she hopes will help her save those that are closest to her. See how this decision effect things in the future.

Run and Repeat by Marcus_S_Lazarus (Laurel/Oliver, 14/14, 2021-08-10) - When Barry’s first accidental trip through time sends him back two years rather than one day, he takes a chance to avert a more devastating disaster… so long as he can get a certain archer to believe him.

my dreams? oh, those are an inferno by red_flag (Sara-centric, 4/4, 2021-08-13) - The bo staff twirled – once, twice, thrice. It gained force and speed and Ta-er Al-Sahfer felt her body tense in response to the weapon’s movements, ready to charge ahead and strike the woman. Only if steel-man wasn’t right there; and judging by Sarab’s unmoving body and somehow bent sword; he seemed to be solid enough to handle the staff’s hits.; “Sara”.; Bright blue eyes snapped.; Without meaning to, she shuddered.; The trained blonde woman held her arms up, palms open, expression wide, feet firmly planted on concrete. Grey-blue orbs struggled to reach Ta-er Al-Sahfer’s own eyes underneath the scarf covering her face.; Who the fuck was this woman knowing her old name?; “Sara, please”.; “Not my name”, the words finally burst, the body shuddered again. Ta-er Al-Sahfer debated just charging in to shut this woman up from speaking it again.; or; The one in which a massive, cosmic apocalypse happens, because Sara Lance quietly chose to stay with the League of Assassins after the Undertaking. The Legends have to travel in 2014 to get her to return to Starling City.

#arrow #lauriver #canarrow

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lgbtqlegends · 4 years

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The team has to visit the league of assassins in the past and they see younger Sara there

thank you for the ask n hope you enjoy!

-sara didn't really want to stay behind on the ship, of course she didn't, but she knew she had to, because this was the league of assassins, and of course not just any time period, it was her time in the league. she didn't like letting her team go without her, because she knew the league better than anyone, but it would've been too risky. she knew there was a good chance that either they'd run into her past self (Ta-er al-Sahfer, she thought, bitterly at first and then with a smile as she remembered what laurel had said to her about the name) or that the league would mistake her (present day her) for her past self and well,, neither would have a good outcome

-so the team went without her, and she stayed behind, watching and listening from the ship as her team infiltrated league of assassins headquarters in nanda parbat

-almost immediately the team had been spotted, of course by none other than herself (damn her and her stupidly good assassin skills, sara thought to herself, knocking back a glass of scotch), who had immediately called for the protection of ra's al ghul

-"don't try to reason with her- uh, me," sara told the team through their comms, "she- uh, I- won't listen to a word you say, especially not in the presence of the league. if you get her- me?- alone, then maybe, but,,,"

-sara watches as Ta-er al-Sahfer brings her team to the dungeon and wonders how the hell they're going to get out of this one and complete the mission. she thinks maybe she should've gone with them, and then that gives her an idea.

-she asks ava if she still has the time courier (yes, thank god) and then tells her to portal back onto the ship when the guards aren't watching, but to take Ta-er al-Sahfer with them

-when ava asks why, sara tells her that she's gonna pretend to be her past self, in and out to get the mission done and then they'll put Ta-er al-Sahfer back like she never left

-sara gets the mission done, in and out like she said, and they put Ta-er al-Sahfer back like she never left (after flashing her memory so that she didn't remember the legends infiltrating the league or being taken onto the waverider by them)

-later that night, sara and ava are laying in bed, with sara's head on ava's chest, when ava asks her what being in the league was like. sara tells her that it wasn't a good time for her, that she wasn't in a good place and that she lost her soul there and they stay up talking for a while, and sara tells her little bits and pieces of things, and ava tells her that it was kinda weird seeing her past self, and that she wanted nothing more than to just hold her but she knew she couldn't, and eventually, at some point while they're talking, they both drift off to sleep in each other's arms

#avalance #sara lance #ava sharpe #legends of tomorrow #headcanons #headcanon prompts

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