Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/13884927. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: F/F, F/M Fandom: Arrow_-_Fandom, DC_-_Fandom, Arrowverse_-_Fandom Relationship: Thea_Queen/Sara_Lance, Roy_Harper/Thea_Queen, Sara_Lance/Oliver_Queen Character: Thea_Queen, Sara_Lance, Oliver_Queen, Roy_Harper, Laurel_Lance, Felicity Smoak, Moira_Queen, Damien_Darhk, Black_Canary, Speedy Additional Tags: AU, Lesbian_Sex, Romance, Spanking, Groping, Dubious_Consent, Humiliation, Fingering, Masturbation, Sexual_Harassment, Humiliation kink, BDSM_elements, Submissive_Female_Characters, Grinding, Rough_Sex, Fix-It, Kissing, Older_Woman/Younger_Woman, Semi-Public_Sex, Anal Fixation, Anal_Fingering, Breast_Play, Ass_Play, Suckling, Lesbian Relationships, Death, Depression, Public_Humilition, Grooming Series: Part 8 of DC_Fetish Stats: Published: 2018-03-06 Words: 3227 ****** Canary Cries ****** by StannisTheMannis Summary Thea wasn’t sure when it started. But she definitely remembered where it ended up. A story of love and hatred, sex and violence, loss and resurrection. Thea wasn’t exactly sure when it started. She thought back to years long past, before the Arrow or Speedy or Canary existed, back when they were just Oliver and Thea and Sara. Her mother and father had been hosting some kind of charity gala or something, and she was, like always, forced to attend. Still, Thea made an effort to dress prettily, hoping to catch the eye of some good-looking boy. As far as she was concerned, was way too old to not have ever had a boyfriend, too not even have ever gotten kissed by a boy. So she picked out a dress both tight and short, not risqué enough to get her in trouble, but enough to hopefully get some attention from the opposite sex. And Thea had managed to get some attention. Just not in the way she imagined. And not from the opposite sex. “Wow, is that really you, Speedy?,” laughed Sara Lance, her brother’s friend (and maybe more than that, Thea sometimes thought). The teen had emerged from the crowd of rich snobs, wearing a short black dress with a dangerously low neckline, that managed to look both fashionable and comfortable. “I can barely recognize you.” Thea looked away, blushing, and Sara grinned. “Relax. You look nice. Is there anyone in particular you’re trying to impress?” “I’m not trying to impress anybody-“ protested Thea, but Sara interrupted, shaking her head with a smirk that Thea found both annoying and sort of... cute. “You don’t need to lie to me. Believe me, I’ve been there. And you don’t need to worry, either. It’s working.” Sara turned to go, passing by Thea without a word. But as she did, seemingly on a whim, the older girl playfully smacked Thea on the butt, with enough force to make the pre-teen yelp. Then she was gone, and Thea was left feeling lost and confused and so fucking helplessly turned on. And looking back, Thea realized she was lying before, when she told herself she didn’t know how it started. That was how. Then, only a few weeks later, Sara was gone. Sara, and Oliver, and Robert. They were gone, probably dead, and Thea was left to mourn. Mostly her brother and her father. But she mourned Sara too. Mourned the way Sara never acted like she was just a little kid. The way Sara would make her feel so... Special. Five years passed. Five years of hell. Thea turned to booze and pills as a way of keeping sane, breaking the monotony on her empty life. She lost her virginity to some boy whose face and name were soon forgotten, in alleyway behind some club, in a drug fueled haze. And it was... fine. Nothing special. Nothing in her life was special anymore. And then Oliver was back. He wasn’t the brother she remembered, not even close. But he was alive, at least. There was still a hole in Thea’s heart, but at last things seemed like they could maybe get better. She quit drinking, and getting high, and having casual, anonymous sex. She turned her life around. Maybe this was Thea’s way of trying to thank God for returning her brother to her. Or maybe she was trying to bargain for one more little favor. Someone up there seemed to be listening. Because the next thing Thea knew, Sara Lance had come back from the dead. There was a party thrown in her honor, of course. Thea got all dolled up, though she wasn’t exactly sure why. (is there anyone in particular you‘re trying to impress) She still hadn’t mastered the art of dressing both comfortably and well at the same time, as Sara had years ago, and so Thea opted for a tight red mini-dress, not close to as slutty as the ones she used to wear at Verdant, but still revealing enough to- To what? Thea wasn’t sure of that either. And then Sara walked in, wearing black leggings and a blue T-Shirt. Not really the peak of fashion, but somehow she still eclipsed everyone else in the mansion, without even really trying. The two locked eyes, and Sara grinned widely, striding towards her. “Thea Queen,” she said, looking Thea up and down in a way that made her feel both uncomfortable and a little bit proud. “All grown up.” The teen laughed, face turning crimson, somehow being reduced back to the giggling school-girl she thought she hadn’t been for years. “So,” said Thea, desperately trying to change the subject, “What’s resurrection feel like?” It was a feeble attempt at a joke, but Sara chuckled all the same. “Trust me, you don’t want to know.” Before Thea could respond, Sara looked over her shoulder, then frowned apologetically. “Your mom’s calling me over,” she said to Thea. “I should go. We’ll catch up later.” “Um... yeah, okay!” replied Thea, disappointment and relief battling within her at the same time. “It was good seeing you again, Thea,” said Sara as she walked past, and inside Thea disappointment won- Then she felt a sharp and sudden sting on her behind, and Thea let out a squeak. “Ah!” She whirled around to see Sara smile and wink at her, pulling her hand away. “The more things change,” said the blonde with a smirk, before turning to and hugging Moira, starting up a conversation with her. All the time, Thea watched Sara with hate and rage and disgust. And something else, too. After the party ended, without Thea and Sara ever having a chance to resume their talk (which might’ve been a blessing in disguise), Thea sat in the half- full bathtub, fingers deep within herself, biting her lip to hold back her moans- A year passed. Things began to fall apart. The whole world went inside out. Oliver, her brother, was the Arrow. Sara was the Canary. And Malcolm Merlyn, the man who killed Tommy, was her father. Another year passed. Her mother was dead. Roy seemingly died, only to return, just like Sara had. Oliver was corrupted by the darkness he had struggled for for years, but in time he managed to overcome his demons. Sara died again, killed by Thea herself, though she wasn’t even aware she had committed the murder. When the truth came out, Thea hated herself. She wished she was dead. Wished Ra’s al Ghul’s sword had struck true, ending the misery of her life in one quick blow. (And if any of this sounds confusing to you, imagine actually being there) And Thea... Thea now ran across rooftops and shot arrows at bad guys while wearing red leather that seemed more fitting for a dominatrix than for a superhero. Speedy. Like Oliver called her. Like Sara called her. And maybe God was happy that Thea had chosen to dedicate her life to selflessness and heroism. Maybe this was her way of securing a new bargaining chip. Because before she knew it, Sara was back. Again. She was working with Team Arrow. Again. She was the Canary. Again. Everything was different. Everything was backwards. (the more things change) And yet some things stayed the same. Ray Palmer was trapped by Damien Darhk. Team Arrow was going on to rescue him. What should’ve been a fairly straightforward mission (as straightforward as anything could be in this line of work) was complicated by the presence of Sara. Thea had never really gotten a good up-close look at Sara in her Canary costume, but standing there in the Arrowcave, as Oliver droned on and on about everyone’s respective jobs, Thea found she couldn’t tear her eyes away. That kind of cleavage, thought Thea to herself as she glanced at the older woman’s sizable breasts, seems like it should be against the law. And Sara apparently caught her staring, because when Oliver was (finally) done going over the plan, and he told them it was time to head out, Sara grinned, and swatted Thea’s leather-clad ass, producing a thwacking sound that echoed through the Arrowcave, painfully loud. Time felt like it had froze. Thea’s whole body clenched up on reflex, as if she was under attack. Which she supposed, in a way, she was. Her heart was racing, her forehead felt suddenly sweaty, some of her closest friends and allies and even her own brother watching her suffer such intense humiliation without saying a word- “Time to save the day!” Sara declared, and as the rest of Team Arrow began to disperse, going on their separate missions, Sara starting to walk off to join her sister, Thea grabbed the older girl’s arm, spinning her around until they were face to face, so close their noses were almost touching. “What the fuck is your problem?” demanded Thea, and Sara flinched, like she wasn’t sure why Thea was angry, like she hadn’t been toying with her just to provoke a reaction. “What are you talking about?” replied Sara, seemingly telling the truth- or at least making an excellent impression of doing so. “You know what I’m talking about,” hissed Thea, holding Sara’s arm tighter, the two of them alone now in the Arrowcave. “Is it because I killed you? Because if so, don’t you think I was punished enough? Don’t you get how- how devastated I felt? Do you really need to embarrass me like this!?” “I- I’m sorry,” Sara whispered, and Thea realized that she was close to tears. Her blue eyes were wide and shimmery, and her full, pink lips were trembling. “I didn’t mean to upset you, or embarrass you-“ “Then why do you keep doing it!?” roared Thea, unwilling and unable to back down, feeling not sympathy but only anger that Sara would have the nerve to play the victim, anger and a kind of twisted hate, the sort of hate that felt good to have- “Because I just couldn’t resist.” Their lips were inches away, a fact that suddenly become horribly apparent to Thea. And Sara closed her eyes, and leaned forward, and- “What’s the hold-up!?” shouted Laurel from outside the building, and Sara’s eyes snapped open. She broke away from Thea without a word, quickly walking out of the Arrowcave, leaving Thea alone in her thoughts and her hopes and her fears. The mission went out without a hitch, at least compared to most of their missions. There was moment when Sara was attacking one of Darhk’s underlings, and she was hitting a little too hard, seemingly about to lose control, but Thea was there, and she told her to stop, and after a moment’s hesitation Sara obeyed. It made Thea feel good, somehow. To have the woman who’s been causing her so much strife and confusion obey her. It felt like a victory, in a war she wasn’t even sure she wanted to win. Ray left, to go off and do superhero-y things, Thea assumed. But Sara stayed. Another mission followed, then another, and another. Life as a vigilante was never easy. But Sara brought a sense of simpleness to it, a casual confidence that made it seem like as hard as things might get, they could always save the day. Sara and Thea didn’t talk much, except when they had to. But Thea still found her eyes roaming towards Sara’s breasts, pushed up by her tight corset, massive mounds of soft pale flesh. And she would still sometimes catch Sara’s eyes glued to her backside, taking in the sight. Sara would always look away when Thea caught her, though never quickly enough. That said, Thea was starting to understand why Sara seemed so obsessed with her ass. Many a night ended with Thea standing with her back to the mirror, pants and panties pulled down, craning her neck to try and get a good look at the thing Sara couldn’t keep her eyes away from. Thea had to admit, it wasn’t bad, as far as butts went. Surprisingly plump for her slim frame, nice and soft and round in just the way a backside should be. And when Thea gave it a few little smacks, she couldn’t deny that the way the flesh jiggled and rippled was mesmerizing. Nor could she deny that she would hit it again, and again, and again, harder each time, until the flesh was a bright crimson, so sore Thea couldn’t sit down on it for hours. Nor could she deny that doing so made her more horny than she’d ever been in her life. That some nights Thea came just from the sensation, from the sweet, sweet sting, and her orgasms those nights were the most powerful she’d ever had. But anyway. Sara and Thea stood on the rooftop of an office building overlooking Axis Chemicals, where some of Darhk’s henchmen were apparently going to strike next, based on information Felicity dug up. It was your standard stake-out, waiting for the baddies to show themselves and then punching them in the face, and Thea and Sara waited patiently at first. For an hour or two. After that, though, their minds started to wander. Their attentions started to drift. Along with other things. Thea, eyes half-closed as she struggled to ward off the sleepiness that was so close to encircling her, knelt near the edge of the building, her leather costume feeling horribly uncomfortable, mentally cursing Oliver’s stupid rule that everyone involved in a stake-out had to be awake at all times, instead of alternating. Sara was sitting behind and to the right of Thea, and while her eyes were wide open, they weren’t starting out at the chemical plant they were supposed to be surveilling. It was near the start of the fourth hour, around three o’clock in the morning, when Thea felt the hand on her backside. In an instant, she was completely alert, all tiredness gone, every nerve in her body feeling like they had suffered an electric shock. At first, Sara’s hand was content with simply feeling the curve of Thea’s ass, the roundness. And Thea couldn’t deny that there was something pleasant about it. Just someone holding her. Nothing more. Then Sara’s fingers began to dig into the soft flesh of her bottom, squeezing it, groping it, pinching it through Thea’s tight leather pants. And Thea gasped, not wanting to, but not being able to stop herself. Sara smiled, leaning in close, mouth right next to the younger girl’s ear. “I just couldn’t wait any longer. You’re so cute, Speedy. So fucking cute.” As she spoke, Sara’s free hand moved up to one of Thea’s small breasts, holding it tightly, as the hand still on her ass grabbed the waistband of her pants, pulling it down, exposing Thea’s bare backside. Sara let a low moan, the sound somehow primal in a way that made Thea so goddamn wet- “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to see this,” muttered Sara in a shaky voice, pinching Thea’s hard nipple between two fingers with one hand as the other rose up, high in the air, ready to come down, to make Thea’s ass as red as her costume, and Thea knew that when it did, she wouldn’t have any choice but to come- The sound of gunfire echoed through the night, and Thea realized that while they were distracted, several black SUVs had pulled up in front of Axis Chemicals, and that two dozen of Darhk’s Ghosts were now emerging, blasting open doors with their guns. “Fuck,” sighed Thea, horribly frustrated, her orgasm dying inside of her, and she pulled up her pants, firing a grapple arrow and swinging down to Axis Chemicals, Sara right behind her. Surprise surprise, they beat the bad guys, preventing them from stealing whatever weird, probably deadly chemicals they wanted to steal. The two heroines returned to the Arrowcave, where Oliver congratulated them on their victory by describing exactly how he could’ve stopped the Ghosts more efficiently and in half the time. And Thea returned to her apartment, collapsing on her bed with a sigh, thinking that she’d maybe try to bang out a quick orgasm (no pun intended) before going to sleep for the night, or what was left of it. Her fingers slid down underneath her pants and underwear, and Thea groaned, closing her eyes, toes curling- “Thea.” Her eyes flew open. There, in the shadows of her dimly lit apartment, stood a silhouette whose voice identified it as Sara Lance. “Sara, what are you doing here?” shouted Thea, quickly pulling her fingers out of her panties, embarrassment overtaking her- And Sara stepped forward, and from the moonlight shining in through the window, Thea could see that she was completely undressed. Sara’s tits were as incredible as Thea had always imagined, round and plump while still standing high on her chest. Each globe of pale, milky flesh was topped with a little pink nipples, hard and firm. Her waist was thin, her hips were wide, her legs long and muscular. And on her face there was a look of something more than longing. More than lust. Devotion. Reverence. Worship. “I need you,” whispered Sara, stepping forward, and Thea knew that there was no use denying it any longer. “Then have me,” she replied, spreading her arms, and the next thing she knew Sara was holding her, their lips locking, Sara’s hand on the back of her head, the older girl’s tongue pushing into Thea’s mouth, wrestling for control- “Mmmm,” moaned Thea, placing her hands at the side of Sara’s head, as Sara kissed her like she’d never been kissed before, not even by Roy- They collapsed onto the bed, Sara on top of Thea, pinning her down, kissing her lips, her neck, the tops of her breasts- And Thea’s hands moved down from Sara’s head, fingers tracing across her soft skin, reaching her supple chest, digging into the flesh, pinching and playing with her erect nipples- Sara let out a sigh of pure pleasure, pure ecstasy, eyes closing in sheer bliss, and Thea took advantage of this momentary lowering of her guard to push Sara off her while simultaneously rolling on to her, their positions switched, and now Thea held Sara’s wrists tightly, holding them down over her head as she bit and sucked on her nipples. “Oh, Speedy. Oh, fuck.” Thea felt Sara’s hand on her ass, pulling down her tight jeans and cotton panties, baring her backside to the cold night air, and the young brunette let out a strangled cry as the older blonde slapped her buttcheeks hard, showing no restraint, no mercy, striking her again and again until the white flesh began to turn a bright pink. “Sara,” Thea cooed, grinding up against her, the friction feeling so good, so fucking good. “Come on. Come on.” It was sex. It was violence. It was war. It was love. And as one of Sara fingers slid between Thea’s asscheeks, probing the little pink hole nestled within, claiming that last aspect of Thea that remained virginal, making her cry, making her shriek- It was too much. They came together, as one, their sudden flow of juices mixing and mingling, as they screamed in chorus- And Thea was curled up at Sara’s side, afterwards. Face resting on her soft, pillowy breasts. Sara still cupping her ass with one hand, almost protectively. Maternally. And Thea was, for perhaps the first time in her life, content. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!