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thelegendaryhawkman​:

“I’m a foodie in every lifetime, and junk food has never been more readily available than this era. It’s beautiful.” Carter told him with a small chuckle as he dug happily into his pancakes. “Props to the chef.” He groaned around a mouthful of it.

“Would certainly make things easier, hold down jobs, relationships, maybe even a pet around it all. I miss having a cat, but I wouldn’t want one around Mick’s rat just in case.” He noted with a small chuckle. “Once a Legend always a Legend, even with one of this little badges on.” Carter agreed with a small nod. “But it might be an idea to get some info from them all the same. We still have some loose ends to tie up and much as I hate to admit, they might be able to help.”

“Beautiful until you get an invoice from the dentist who fixes all the cavities in your teeth caused by the junk food.” Nate responded dryly, the smirk on his lips said he wasn’t too worried about that though. “Thanks buddy.” He saluted the compliment with a forkful of his own pancakes before shoveling it in his mouth.

Nate didn’t miss the emphasis on the way Carter said relationships, wondering what that was about or if it was rude to pry. “You’re a step ahead than the rest of us in one area though. I mean, aren’t you and Kendra...?” He trailed off, leaving space for Carter to fill in the blank.

“Amaya has cats.” He injected after Carter said he missed having one. “As far as I know Mick’s rat is safe. She does have an advantage with her totem in communicating with them and getting them to behave. Maybe she’d be able to help you find a cat that won’t attack the rat.”

With a soft sigh Nate nodded, finding himself agreeing that the Bureau were good allies. It was just the familial bond of his father running the Bureau that made things more difficult for Nate. “It’d be better if someone other than Hank was running things.” He grumbled low, casting a despondent look toward Carter. “Although I’m probably preaching to the choir. After all, wasn’t your old man a ruler of a country? Did he ever make life difficult?”

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arosebyanyothernxme​:

“You are a hard man to track down..unless you’re half naked in my apartment.” Alicia smirked at the neatly dressed historian. “Have you seen my friend, Isla?” 

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Alicia Baker. Not exactly the person Nate had expected to see when he opened his apartment door. To be honest, he hadn’t given the woman much thought since their last encounter. He held his tongue, however, not telling her that he wasn’t that hard to track down if she had looked passed her nose. He had, after all, attended the auction for Pandora’s box at Alicia’s gallery.

Instead, Nate stepped aside, letting her into his apartment. Just a shame his roommate Nyssa wasn’t about for the added security as his instincts were saying not to trust the woman before him. “Come on in. Better to have a conversation indoors rather then in the hallway.”

He was curious about Alicia’s visit, however it didn’t seem long before she got to her point. His brow furrowed briefly when she brought up Isla. “I saw her just the other day.” Nate’s response was somewhat vague but showed concern. “I didn’t know you two were friends. But makes sense, you both seem to love art. Has something happened?”

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thelegendofvixen​:

“That’s right! I mean, doesn’t the early bird catch the worm? I’d much prefer pancakes though.” With that encouragement, Amaya didn’t balk at the chance to add probably a little too much whipped cream to her breakfast. “You mean it? Others have tried and failed. Do you think you’re the brave one that can survive Hell’s Kitchen?” A full-bodied laugh erupted from Amaya, but she really did hope someday she could learn.

Amaya was just chewing her first bite of pancake, a hum of delight teeming from her as Nate responded. Her chewing slowed thoughtfully when he explained what it really was that he’d been broaching. “Is Thanksgiving with them really that bad?” she questioned once her mouth was empty. Pointing the fork at her plate, Amaya added. “These are delicious. I want to know how to make them like this.” 

“Very true,” Nate chuckled, agreeing with the preference for pancakes. He stacked a plate for himself and sat down to join Amaya to eat, lathering his own pancakes with syrup. “I’m not Gordon Ramsey but I’ll give it a shot.” He continued, smiling at her laugh. “With enough practice, you’ll get the hang of cooking. You can do anything you set your mind to.”

The hum of delight was all Nate needed to know that Amaya enjoyed the pancakes. He chewed thoughtfully on his own, shrugging his shoulders and giving a disenchanted look at her question.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love my family.” Nate replied after swallowing. “It’s just... my mom always leaves it to the last minute to cook the turkey and by the time its ready we’re all hungry and grumpy with each other its the most painful experience ever. Not to mention this will be the first time I’ve seen my dad since I quit the Bureau and came back to the Legends.”

“Sure. The trick is to be imperfect. Don’t over mix the batter, a few lumps and bumps are okay.”

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whitecanary-lance​:

“What a shame,” she fired back with a tongue and cheek quip. Sara enjoyed the candor that rolled off his innocent shoulders. A small piece of her was thankful that Nate would never stare down the barrel of a gun in regret. His ledger bright white and clear. Despite his work on the waverider, he never rose his hand with a malicious intent or taken a life. So long as her heart beat, Sara vowed to maintain his purity as any good captain would. “I’ll have to slip that one into the breakfast suggestion box, huh? Gideon does the best she can with an AI who’s never actually eaten anything but I am with you on that. I can only eat so much synthesized toast before it starts tasting like cardboard.” Sara’s lips curled up with such admiration for his admission. 

Her gaze trained on the sleek metal shaft of the blade as it curved through the space with ease. The handle was a bit off balance but nothing too major to sully the intent to cut and slash. “I pick it off one of the members who tried to corner me in an alley. You would think they would learn their lesson by now.” The mission always before our lives.. the thought drifted like a rogue wave from the past. Ra demanded that every extension of league carry on the mantle of the great equalizer. Humane or not. 

“Suggestion box or get someone with taste buds to reprogram the fabricator in the kitchen.” Nate offered, although there were only a handful of people that could probably fit the bill when it came to working on Gideon’s tech. He stacked a plate with the pancakes Sara requested and placed it on the bench before piling up a plate for himself.

Nate added whipped cream and syrup to his pancakes, cutting off a healthy chuck and shoveling into his mouth as he watched Sara handle the sword. “You’re like the unbeatable boss at the end of the video game. They won’t give up. They’ll try and throw in a few cheat codes. But in the end they will rage quit and move onto the next big game that comes out.” He explained after swallowing his food.

“Need me to come out with you next time to help deliver that lesson?”

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thelegendofvixen​:

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to have to make sixty pancakes just to feed the whole troop,” Amaya chuckled, tentatively grabbing a plate to place one of each on. “I’m sure they’re great. Much better than I could do, that’s for certain.”

Her stomach had already been growling at the sight of fresh pancakes, but more hunger teemed from Amaya at the mention of the toppings and juice. “Wow, that sounds divine. Please don’t tell me this is something to butter us up to some bad news,” she half-teased and opened the fridge to take some of the offerings. 

“Positive. Besides, you snooze, you lose out on pancakes, right?” He joked easily. If the others wanted more later, Nate didn’t mind making more as the pancakes were probably better fresh. He laughed lightly as Amaya continued, shaking his head. “You know, one of these days I am going to teach you how to make something simple and delicious. I refuse to believe you’re a completely hopeless case in the kitchen.”

“Ha ha, funny you should mention that.” Nate began, his amusement turning somewhat nervous. “Not exactly bad news. But I was kind of hoping we could come up with some kind of excuse to get me out of going to my parents for Thanksgiving.”

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heatwavewashere​:

Out of all of Nate’s skills, Mick had to admit it was his cooking abilities that were of the most interest to him. “I’ll take them, thanks.” Walking up to the kitchen island, plate in hand, he stared at the chef. “Why you suddenly being so kitcheny though, Pretty? Guilt?” He stopped for a moment. “What’d you do?”

“Knew you wouldn’t say no.” Nate smiled, stacking Mick’s plate full of pancakes. He shrugged at the question, which probably didn’t deter Mick from thinking he had done something. 

“Nothing, I promise.” A hand was raised in innocence. “Can’t a guy do something nice for the crew without having an ulterior motive?” Yet despite him trying to maintain innocence, the defensive manner in which he replied probably added more suspicion to him being guilty.

“I just... need someone to take over my chores on the chore wheel for a bit.” Nate finally came clean. “Don’t worry. I already know your answer is no. But maybe one of the others wouldn’t mind.”

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thelegendaryhawkman​:

“Your loss.” Carter shrugged, piling his own stack high with cream before pouring a more conservative amount of maple syrup over it. “Yeah, trouble doesn’t exactly work to a timetable.” He grumbled, before scooping up a mouthful to shove in his mouth and groaning at the taste. “Well, no offence to our friends there but I’d rather do something for her than the Time Bureau.”

Nate laughed, watching the pile of cream build high on Carter’s serving. “Didn’t realise you were such a sweet tooth.” Although to be fair, there probably was a lot Nate didn’t know about his fellow Legend. They didn’t live in each other’s pocket like Ray and Nate did. Sometimes literally on Ray’s part when he was in his ATOM suit.

“Wouldn’t it be great if it did? Three p.m. Stop a big bad. Six p.m. Save the timeline. Finish by eight and have a late dinner.” Nate chuckled, knowing a schedule like that wouldn’t ever exist. Unless it was some really punctual alternate Earth they hadn’t discovered.

“Yeah, definitely.” There was no way Nate wouldn’t agree with that, especially after working there for a time. “About the only one at the Bureau I had time for is Leo. But he was a Legend first so hardly counts as one of those stiffs in suits.”

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isla--perez​:

Isla briefly wondered if he was going to take initiative, hoping she wasn’t going to have to do all the work, but thankfully that wasn’t the case. She grinned against his lips as his strong hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer to his larger figure. As he lifted her, she wrapped her arms around his neck, hands trailing to his chest as he pulled back just a bit.

“Oh yeah you passed alright…” she breathed with a big smile before he kissed her again, clutching his shirt as she steadied herself against him. She would have been lying to herself if she said she hadn’t been wanting to do that since the first night, but she didn’t want to scare him away.

Nate smiled against her lips, encouraged by Isla’s reactions. As he sat her on the bench, Nate stepped between her legs, hands sliding from her waist down over her thighs. There was no doubt on Nate’s part that he was attracted to Isla, but he hadn’t wanted to jump in too quickly as he was prone to do in the past. Too many times had he been burned by a spark ignited too soon - that was hot and heavily involved but fizzled out to nothing, leaving him alone again.

But life had it’s risks. And judging by the reactions given by the beautiful woman before him, maybe another risk might be worth taking.

“Maybe you could tell me more about those other activities you had in mind.” Nate murmured low, taking a break from kissing Isla to catch his breath. Of course, having Isla tell him wasn’t the full intention of his statement. Showing got far better results.

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holyxsmoak​:

“I’m from Vegas, remember? Thanksgiving at my house was usually the all you can eat buffet at Caesar’s Place because they had the best shrimp. My mom always had to work that holiday. It wasn’t until I moved here and met John and Oliver did I get to have a real Thanksgiving,” Felicity said with a smile.”

“Lets start with the blueberry first. I’ll try one of all of them,” she said with a grin. 

“That actually sounds kind of fun. I’ve never had a break from tradition like that.” Nate responded with a little shrug, thinking it was a break from the traditional meal he had growing up. “My Thanksgiving was usually Mom forgetting to cook the turkey until the very last minute so by the time it’s cooked we’re all starving. Hank... my dad would generally take off halfway through the meal for a business call. And my Uncle Rich getting drunk before the food is on the table and retelling the same story about his own childhood Thanksgiving and how his dog stole the turkey.” The tired note in his voice said a break from tradition would be most welcome.

Nate smiled and dished up some blueberry pancakes for Felicity. “Do you want whipped cream on those as well?” He offered, as he put the plate before her. “Or a drink? We’ve got...” Nate continued as he went over to the fridge to assess what was there. “Mick’s beer? Some kind of green juice I don’t entirely trust? Water?”

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thelegendaryhawkman​:

“You can never have enough whipped cream, Heywood.” Carter replied with a sage nod as he sat himself down, heading to the fridge to grab one of the cans before seating himself at the breakfast bar across from Nate. “We don’t have any missions scheduled today, right?” He asked, bemused himself at the realisation that they were the only two occupying the kitchen.

“I’m just going to take you’re word for it.” Nate laughed, not curious enough to ask how Carter came to that conclusion about whipped cream. He piled up some pancakes on a plate for himself after turning off the heat on the stove top, sitting down opposite Carter and reaching for the syrup he already had out. 

He shook his head and shrugged. “Nothing scheduled. But we both know that doesn’t mean anything.” He answered, cutting up a bit of his pancake and popping it in his mouth. He chewed thoughtfully for a second before continuing. “The Time Bureau seem to be off our backs for the moment so that’s a plus. But I’m willing to bet Sara will have something lined up for us to do.”

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whatisityoudesire​:

The little blink of surprise on the other man’s face didn’t go unnoticed. but for once Lucifer refrained from comment. Instead he refocussed on the task at hand, nodding at the words of approval from the historian. “You certainly look the part and I’m sure between the two of us we could always charm them into letting us take a peek at the sword.”

“Oh, I don’t intend to let harm come to anyone by means of the blade. So don’t worry your steel buns over it.” A flirtatious edge slipped into his smile as he considered the questions. “I’m very rarely lonely, but their minds are never on the safe, rather the bed.. or floor.. or bar..”

“Right.” Nate responded, willing himself to hold back and not point out that he actually was a historian and not just a guy that looked the part. It didn’t exactly add anything further to the conversation and there were more important things to concern himself with.

“Steel buns?” The historian stalled at the flirtation, guessing Constantine must have filled Lucifer in on his meta ability as well. 

“Yeah, well, good.” Nate cleared his throat, trying to remain professional despite the imagery Lucifer had just put in his head with his suggestive chatter. “When are you free? The sooner we get the blade the better, right?”

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thelegendofvixen​:

“I’ll take a few, Chef Nate,” Amaya cheerily greeted with a bright smile. Is it okay if I have one of each? Or is that too greedy of me?”

“No, no... by all means.” Nate gestured to the stacks of pancakes. “Try them all. I can’t promise they’ll be the best pancakes you’ve every eaten. But... I do make a pretty good pancake if previous critics’ reviews are anything to go by.”

“There’s syrup on the table, whipped cream in the fridge.” He continued, turning the heat off and putting the used dirty pan into the sink to be washed up later. “Also I restocked up on juice. Freshly squeezed from an orchard which is a whole lot better than the fabricated stuff we usually get. Am I right?”

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whitecanary-lance​:

“I’ll take a chocolate chip, tequila infused one,” she muttered as she stepped through into the common area. The sharpened edge of the sword she swiped off one of Talia’s lackies cut through the air as she twirled. “What prompted this morning’s breakfast spree? I don’t think you’re up on the chore wheel for breakfast today, Nathaniel.” 

“No tequila, I’m afraid.” Nate gave an apologetic shrug before shuffling the pancake he had just made off the pan and onto a plate. The lights bounced off the sharpened blade of the sword, capturing Nate’s attention for the first time and he eyed it for a moment before turning his full focus onto to Sara.

“Ah, no. But I just can’t do another day of soggy cereal because Gideon can’t seem to get the milk to cereal ratio right.” He continued with a crooked smile. “So... no prompt. Just... wanted to do something nice.”

Nate nodded to the sword, noting the traditional style of weaponry similar to that of the League. “New toy? Where’d you score that one?”

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holyxsmoak​:

“I’ve never had Pre-Thanksgiving pancakes. What does the chef recommend?”

“Never? Pre-Thanksgiving pancakes is practically a Heywood family tradition. Kind of makes up for the turkey my mom makes later.” Nate replied with a bit of a lop sided smile that said he had mixed feelings over the whole event.

Pushing the freshly cooked pancake onto a stack, Nate nodded toward the blueberry. “Well, I’ve always been partial to blueberry. But my cousin Patty’s kids, Chris and Tyson... devour all the choc chip ones before anyone else gets a chance at them.” He kind of rambled slightly, not exactly recommending anything as he thought they were all good. “The gluten free are for Ray. But I always make too many of them for him. And lastly, there is nothing wrong with good old fashioned plain, loaded up with syrup or whipped cream.”

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raypalmer-atom​:

“Pancakes? Gluten free? Hot?” Ray wandered into the kitchen, hair still mussed from sleep and a sleepy grin on his face. “You’re perky this morning.” Taking a plate from the cupboard, he ambled over to his best friend’s side. “Which are the Raycakes?”

“Yes. Yes. And yes.” Nate answered Ray with a smile, knowing he was more awake than his best friend. “I’m onto my third cup of coffee already. Don’t judge. Was up late rearranging the library back into some kind of order. Who was staying in there while I was at the Time Bureau?”

Nate placed another freshly cooked pancake onto the pile dubbed ‘Raycakes’ as they were the gluten free ones. “That pile there, buddy. The coffee in the machine’s fresh too. Made it how you like it. It’s actually kind of delicious that way.”

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thelegendaryhawkman​:

“Yes.” Carter simply replied to the list of different pancake types Nate rhymed off, not fussed about which was dished out, and happy to take all of them. “Please tell me we have whipped cream.”

Nate chuckled at Carter’s enthusiasm, happily loading up a plate for the other man and placing it before him. He was by no means a master chef in the kitchen but pancakes were one thing he felt he couldn’t stuff up on. “There’s like ten cans of whipped cream in the fridge. I don’t know why we need that many. I kinda don’t want to question it. But yeah... we have whipped cream.”

“Where’s everyone else?” Nate frowned a little when no one else appeared in the ship’s dining area after his initial call. “Would have though the lure of pancakes would bring them out of hiding.”