#Quentin Lance x reader

[sinsiriuslyemo]

Title: Two Sides, Same Coin

Pairing: Jim Gordon/Reader, !Past Quentin Lance/Reader

Rating: PG13 (some suggestive language, dark humor)

Summary: When your former partner shows up in Gotham City asking for help on a case, Jim gets a bit jealous after learning more about your history.

Notes: This idea came from the previous oneshot I posted, Sleep Just To Dream. I started thinking about exploring the reverse, where Jim is jealous and Reader has to reassure him. Also, Quentin Lance from the Arrowverse, makes an appearance in this one shot. I realize that they are veeery loosely the same universe, and at the end of the day, not really since the Nolanverse is sort of stand alone, but too bad. I did it. It's done. I am not sorry, Paul Blackthorne is hot as well 😂 Divider by @firefly-graphics.

Warning: mentions of alcoholism, past trauma.

DD5s were among the most boring paperwork that existed in law enforcement, but much to your chagrin, they were necessary. You, of course, were a master procrastinator, letting them pile up until you had little choice but to finish them lest you not be able to ever find your desk with how many there were to enter into the system. While you waited on the result of a DNA sample, you had some time to kill and decided to at least get started on them, when a familiar voice sounded from behind you.

“I see you still let your paperwork pile up.”

A smile formed on your lips as you swiveled your chair around before you stood. “Like you’re any better than I am.” Closing the couple of steps between you, you flung your arms around your former partner, Detective Quentin Lance of SCPD. “How’ve you been, Lance?”

“Oh, you know,” he answered, hugging you back. “One day at a time, keep it simple.”

The common AA phrases made your smile widen as you pulled away. Quentin had fallen on hard times after his daughter, Sara, died, turning to his work and alcohol to help him drown the pain. Of course, having you for a partner — a rookie who had just earned her shield and was still in the throes of her early twenties — hadn’t exactly helped. In the end, his vices had cost him his marriage, which only seemed to make things worse for a while. By the time you had transferred to Gotham, he had better control over his drinking, though he would still go on a bender every once in a while.

“That’s great to hear. I’m proud of you, Quentin.”

“Thanks,” he said, returning your smile. “How about you, huh? Looks like you’re doing pretty good here.” He glanced around the precinct for emphasis.

Your eyes flickered to Jim’s office, where he was hunched over paperwork as you nodded. “Yeah, things are great.” You look back at Quentin. “So, what brings you all the way to Gotham?”

“Actually, hoping to talk to you about a case I’m workin’. Background check showed the perp has a record in Gotham City, I wondered if you could let me have a look at them.”

“Yeah, sure, I just have to clear it with my Sarge, but I’m sure it’ll be fine,” you replied, gesturing to Jim with one hand. “But you could’a called for that, so… what gives? Why fly all the way across the country?”

He smiled nervously in an effort to mask the fact that he’d been caught with his hand in a cookie jar. “You got me. Uh…” He glanced around the room again. “My captain doesn’t exactly know I’m here. Sorta used some of my PTO to come here on a hunch.”

You nodded once. “Okay.”

“Captain wants me to let this one go, but —”

“You can’t,” you offered with a smile.

He held out his hands at his sides. “You know me, once I get my hooks in something —”

“You don’t let go until you’ve reeled it in,” you finished, adding fondly, “Same ole Quentin.”

There was a bit of pink that made its way to his cheeks as he mirrored your nod and lowered his eyes.

“You got a name?”

“Yeah!” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a scrap of paper, unfolding it and handing it to you. “Tyson Beckett, I like him for a string of homicides.”

“Okay. Give me a couple hours? We can go for a cup of coffee,” you suggested.

“Yeah, that’d be great. I appreciate any help you can give,” he replied. “I’ll just run to the hotel. Be back in two? Sound good?”

“Sounds great, see you then,” you answered.

“Alright,” he said, taking a step back, his smile warm and nostalgic. “It’s good to see you.”

Your cheeks grew warm as you answered, “It’s good to see you, too, partner.”

You waited until he left the precinct before you walked to Jim’s office, leaned against the doorframe and knocked on the open door. He looked up and gave you a smirk, returning his attention to the report he was filling out.

“Aren’t you supposed to be clearing your DD5s?” he asked.

“I was,” you answered, stepping into the office and closing the door, as was your habit any time you discussed police business to ensure you didn’t have any unintended listeners. “Quentin Lance is in town.”

He didn’t look up as he replied. “Your old partner from Starling City?”

“Yeah, he was asking about a suspect for a case he’s working. Apparently the guy has a record in Gotham, Lance wanted to know if he could have a look at those files.”

“He came all the way here in person for that?” Jim asked, finally looking up at you. “He could’a done that in a phone call.”

You bobbed your shoulders. As much as you hated being evasive with Jim, Lance was once your partner, and the habit of covering for your partner wasn’t an easy one to shake. “Yeah, I dunno, I guess it’s just a sensitive case.”

Jim smirked and leaned back in his seat as he arched a brow at you. “You’re a terrible liar.”

You should’ve known Jim would see right through you. “Well, you might have an unfair advantage. You’ve seen me naked, been inside me, so.”

His smirk widened. “My favorite place to be.”

Trying to suppress a smile, you nodded as your cheeks warmed under his stare.

“Look, I get it, he was your partner, you’re covering for him,” he said, letting his chair fall gracefully back into place, his elbows propping themselves against the edge of his desk. “But if there's something I should know, I hope you’ll tell me.”

You averted your eyes, taking a deep breath. “His captain doesn’t exactly know he’s here.”

“So he’s gone rogue,” Jim assumed.

“Sort of. Look, Lance is… he’s a bit bullheaded. Once he catches a bone, it’s really hard to get him to let go.”

Sighing heavily, Jim leaned back in his seat again, rocking back and forth. “You trust him?”

“Yes.”

He nodded and sat up again. “If this somehow comes back to bite us, it’s gonna be on you,” he warned.

“Understood.”

“That the name?” he asked, gesturing with his eyes and a nod at the slip in your hand.

You set down the scrap of paper Quentin had given you. “Tyson Beckett. Quentin likes him for a string of murders back in Starling.”

“Yeah, I’ll put a call down to Admin, let them know you’re coming down.”

You smiled at him. “Thank you.”

Turning to leave, you got as far as the door when you considered whether you should tell him about the history you and Lance had. On one hand, it had been one drunken night of passion, and had led nowhere. At the time, you were far too focused on proving yourself a worthy detective and Quentin was too focused on drowning his grief that it had only been one night. Still, you felt compelled to be forthcoming, especially since your relationship with Jim was so much deeper.

“Actually, there’s one other thing that — in the spirit of honesty — I should probably tell you,” you said, turning to face him and slipping your fingers into your front pockets.

“What is it?”

Your lips began to form the words, and you rattled off the cliff notes as quickly as you could. “We sort of hooked up this one time. Years ago. It was no big deal, didn’t mean anything, it was just the one time. Okay, bye!”

You started to open the door.

“Wait a minute, wait!” he called out, one hand reaching in your direction. He swatted at the air, silently telling you to close the door again.

You did, mentally preparing for whatever would come, hands sliding into your pockets again.

“You can’t just say that and then walk out.”

“It was really nothing,” you tried to assure him.

“Well, it wasn’t nothing. You ‘hooked up’, does that mean…” He waited for you to fill in the blank.

“We had sex, one time. It was a stupid, drunken hook up. It didn’t mean anything, and it never happened again,” you explained.

Jim let out a breath, slumping back in his seat as he tried to digest what you had just told him. Looking back at you, he tilted his head. “Well, this sort of changes things, doesn't it?”

“Why would it?”

“How do you know that’s not the real reason he’s here? This whole Tyson Beckett case could be a ruse just to see you again.”

You shook your head, smiling at him. “It’s not.”

“How do you know?”

“Because that’s ridiculous! First of all, I’m with you, and anyway, he lives in Starling City. I live here.”

“Maybe he’s hoping to convince you to go back,” Jim replied.

You shook your head, unable to help the way a smile played on your face. “I doubt that. And if by some crazy chance, you’re right, he’s gonna be sorely disappointed.”

“You’re sure about that?”

Arching a brow, you cross your arms over your chest and shifted to face him dead on. “Are you jealous?”

He scoffed, making to go back to his report. “No, I’m not jealous.”

“Really?” you replied, doubt lacing the word.

“No, I’m just saying you should be prepared in case that does turn out to be the reason he came all the way here. That’s all,” he said with a bob of his shoulders, going back to his report.

You tried to keep yourself from smiling and rolled your eyes, opening the door and leaving his office. As you went back to your desk, your eyes fell on the DD5s still await your attention, and you groaned to yourself. You looked back toward Jim’s office and saw that he was on the phone, likely with the Administrative Department to request the records you’d asked for. Pulling your jacket from the back of your chair, you put it on and began to walk toward the elevators when your partner called out to you.

“Y/L/N, we got something?”

“No, I’m just headed downstairs for a sec,” you answered. “I’ll be right back.”

About ten minutes before you were expecting Quentin to meet up with you, you pulled out your compact of lip balm. The cold weather always took its toll on your lips, and the only thing that worked was your Sugar Coconut lip balm. You gathered some on your finger and spread it on your lips liberally, drawing in your lips to spread it evenly.

“What are you doing?” Jim asked from behind you.

You jolted slightly and turned to look, spotting him about halfway between your desk and his office. Turning back to face forward, you closed the compact and put it back in your drawer. “Putting on lip balm.”

“Why?”

“Because my lips are dry?” you answered.

He came up to sit in the chair beside your desk, facing you. “What, is Lance gonna feel them or something?”

You could tell he had tried to make the question sound playful, maybe even a little sarcastic, but in the end, his tone had been annoyed, and just slightly wounded.

“Gordon.”

“What?” He shrugged, trying to play innocent.

“Stop it,” you said as a smile came to your lips.

“When’s he coming back for this?” he asked, gesturing with his head at the file that was sitting on your desk.

“He should be here in just a few minutes. We’re gonna go get coffee downstairs,” you answered, trying to sneak in one last DD5 before Quentin showed up.

“Oh, that’s nice,” he replied.

This time when a smile threatened to break through, you did little to stop it. “It’s just coffee. There’s no need for you to be jealous.”

“I told you, I’m not jealous.”

Somehow you sincerely doubt that, but you said nothing, quickly putting in the DD5 in front of you before setting it in the finished pile.

“It’s nice to see you’re actually getting some work done, but then I guess coffee with Quentin is a nice incentive.”

“Oh — My God,” you replied in a chuckle, looking up at him. “Do you wanna just come with us?”

“No,” he replied, shaking his head. “Thank you, but I do not want to come to coffee with you and your ex.”

“He hardly qualifies as my ex,” you said.

“Is this your way of getting back at me for the Brooke Shields thing?”

“What? No —”

“Cause I didn’t actually have sex with Brooke Shields, you at least got to have sex,” he said.

“Don’t piss me off,” you pleaded.

He put his hands up in mock surrender.

“Do you want me to not go? We can just go over the file here at my desk and drink the precinct coffee.”

“No,” he replied, brows furrowing. “No, I trust you.”

“Are you sure?” you asked.

“Yes,” he replied.

A distant ding made you look toward the elevators just as Quentin was getting off, making his way toward your desk.

“There he is, please be nice,” you mumbled to Jim as you stood.

“I’m always nice,” he replied, standing as well and looking over at the dark-haired, older man walking toward you, muttering under his breath. “Well, you certainly have a type.”

A huff of a laugh burst from your lips and you turned your face away, shaking your head. “Stop it.” Turning back to Quentin, you gave him a smile as he walked up. “Detective Lance, this is Sergeant Gordon. Sarge, meet Detective Lance, my old partner from SCPD.”

“Good to meet you, Sergeant,” Quentin said, holding out his hand.

Jim glanced down at it, and shook it politely, and to your relief replied, “Nice meeting you, too, Detective.”

“Really appreciate your help on this case. This guy always seems to be two steps ahead, I’m hoping maybe he wasn’t so careful when he was first startin’ out.”

“Yeah, sure. Hope this helps,” Jim replied with a nod before he looked back at you. “See you when you get back?”

“Yes,” you answered, giving his hand a squeeze before you picked up the file and followed Quentin back to the elevator.

You got back to the precinct about forty-five minutes later, file in hand, which you promptly took to the fax machine. Mostly everyone was gone besides Jim, who was still in his office judging by the fact that it was one of the few lights still on in the place. After faxing the files to Quentin’s hotel, you went to Jim’s office.

“Knock, knock,” you said, coming to a stop in the doorway.

Looking up from the file on his desk, he leaned back in his chair. “How’d it go?”

“Great, actually.” You held up the file and stepped into his office, sitting in one of the chairs in front of his desk. “It’s a good thing we had this in our records. I think it might’ve cracked his case. I just faxed over some copies for him to take back to Starling City.”

“Well good, I’m glad you two still make such a good team,” he replied.

His mustache shifted just enough for you to tell that he was subtly smirking, and a smile teased your own lips.

“I’m not his partner anymore,” you replied. “Would it be okay if we lock this up in here tonight? I can take it back in the morning. I hate going to the basement this late, it’s creepy.”

“Yeah, sure,” he answered, leaning forward to take the file from you and putting it in the top drawer of his desk. “Look, I’m sorry for being a little nutty before. But the thought of you with some other man — touching you, kissing you the same way I do…” He shrugged as a sigh blew through his lips. “It made me a little nutty.”

“I’ll say.”

“And then seeing that same guy going to get coffee with you, it just…”

“I’m sorry. That’s not why I told you about Quentin. I only told you because if you had somehow found out some other way, I didn’t want you to think I was trying to keep it from you. I wasn’t trying to make you feel jealous or upset, I swear.”

“I know,” he said. “And I really am glad we were able to help him.”

You nodded. “He really needed the win, so, me too.”

“Yeah, I know. I checked him out after you left earlier,” he said.

“You vetted my old partner?” you asked with a smirk.

“Course, I did. I wanted to know more about the guy that was taking my girlfriend on a coffee date,” he answered, mirroring your expression.

“It was more of a meeting that happened to include coffee.”

“Whatever it was, I know he’s been having trouble at SCPD these last few weeks. Hopefully this’ll help turn things around for him,” he said, closing the open file on his desk and standing up. “Now, come on. Let’s get home.”

“What about my DD5s? I’ve still got a few to input into the system,” you asked, thumb pointed toward your desk as he came around to stand in front of you, close enough that you could feel his body heat against your own.

“You can finish them tomorrow. Right now, I just wanna take you home, take off all our clothes, crawl into bed and do unspeakable things to you,” he said, moving some hair behind your shoulder, the tip of his finger grazing across your neck.

Goosebumps erupted on your arms, nipples tightening against the lace material of your bra and your breath deepening. “Fine by me.”

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The blue canary - Thea Queen x Male Lance!reader

*a/n: Laurel didn't die in season 4*

● you had known Thea practically since birth through your older siblings Laurel and Oliver being childhood friends and eventually dating

● you were really close but grew apart at 12 when Oliver and your other sister Sara died in the Queens Gambit ship wreck

● it wasn't until you were 17 and Oliver (and later Sara too) came back that you reconnected

● it's a real slow burn relationship not getting together until you guys were 22 after the whole Damian Darhk fiasco

● by this point Thea has become speedy and you've become the blue canary following in your sister's footsteps

● you already knew your way around a gun thanks to your dad as well as being trained in hand to hand combat by Laurel and Sara

● but your weapon of choice are your blue shurikens

● Laurel and Sara are even more protective of Thea than Oliver is when you tell everyone you're dating

● you expected the whole typical older brother "if you hurt her I'll hurt you" speech from Oliver but instead he's just like "if you ever break her heart those two are the ones you need to be afraid of" he says pointing to Laurel and Sara

● Laurel "he's right you know"

● "Why are you threatening me?? I'm your brother??"

● Sara "yeah but we like Thea better"

● meanwhile there's Quentin "how is it that every single one of my kids has dated a Queen??"

●"it could be worse, I could be dating Oliver instead of Thea"

● Quentin "don't even joke like that Y/N"

● Oliver “Hey I'm right here”

● getting interrupted all the time by your siblings

● even at your apartment they let themselves in with keys you didn't know they had

● you and Thea are busy making out on the couch and Sara just pops in

● "Sara! Knock first!"

● "I come to see my little brother after being gone with the legends for 6 months and this is the welcome I get?"

● one time you joined the legends going back to the 1800's

● as fascinated with the waverider as Thea was she is perfectly fine not time traveling anymore

● "Hey babe, Sara invited me to go on another one of their missions you want to join?"

● "no thanks, I'll stay here in the present with electricity and proper plumbing"

● Thea is much better with a bow and arrow than she is with your shurikens

● she was trying to throw one at your target practice set up in the arrowcave when it flew completely past the target and nearly hit Oliver in the head which he ducked just in time

● "Okay no more shurikens for you speedy"

● "come on Ollie I was so close to actually hitting the target this time!"

● "were you??"

● date nights also getting interrupted when Felicity calls you in to stop ongoing crimes nearby

● “damn and I was really looking forward to dessert too”

● Felicity “please tell me by dessert you mean actual food”

● Thea “well there was definitely going to be whipped cream involved”

● you and Malcolm Merlyn do not get along at all

● “Thea do you really need to date this guy, I expected someone better for my daughter”

● “Merlyn if you don't shut up I'm going to cut off your other hand”

● Thea “do I need to separate you two??”

● it's still awkward doing any sort of PDA in front of Oliver

● you kissed her goodbye before heading out for a mission and Oliver is just glaring at you

● “Y/N and I have been together for two years, I really can't kiss my boyfriend in front of you yet?”

● “nope,” is all he says making a show of picking up his very sharp arrows

● Laurel whispering to you “you're lucky I'm the one who caught you guys in the med bay earlier, if it had been Oliver those arrows would be in your chest right now”

[bosinclairsgff]

Requests Rules <3

Hey everyone, I want to get back into writing fanfiction and stuff like that! So here are my request rules and other important things to know! (I used to only write on Wattpad so I'm new to using Tumblr pls be nice <3)

Requests: open

Will do

Hurt x comfort

Fluff

Head cannons

Sometimes mentions of abuse, kidnapping, murder or sh (there will be trigger warnings)

Light angst

Drabbles

Characters hurting the reader (there will be a tw)

Reader with depression or anxiety

NSFW

Won't do

Pregnant reader

Child reader

Parent reader

x male, ftm, mtf or poly reader (I am not qualified to write about those as I have no experience involving them)

Some kinks I’m just not gonna do so if I don’t respond to a NSFW request that’s why (not shaming or anything tho)

Reader being a murder or in anyway killing on purpose or for fun

Characters I will write for

Halloween: RZ Micheal Myers, Corey Cunningham

Amusement: The Laugh

The Boy: Brahms Heelshire

Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Nubbins Sawyer, Bubba Sawyer(platonic only),Thomas Hewitt, Chop Top Sawyer, Drayton Sawyer, Vilmer Sawyer

Scream: Stu Matcher, Billy Loomis, Amber Freeman, Sydney

Friday The 13th: Jason Voorhees

House Of Wax: Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair

Saw: Amanda Young, Mark Hoffman

House Of 1,000 corpses: Otis Driftwood, Baby Firefly

American Psycho: Patrick Bateman

Child's Play: Tiffany Valentine

The Black Phone: The Grabber/Albert Shaw

The Collector: Arkin

Silent Hilld/DBD: Pyramid Head

Carrie: Carrie White

Ghost Ship: Jack Ferriman

Thirteen Ghosts: Dennis Rafkin

The Shining: Jack Torrance, Wendy Torrance

The Invitation: Walter Deville

Midnight Mass: Father Paul

The funhouse massacre: Doll face

A nightmare on Elm Street (2010) : Quentin Smith

My Bloody Valentine 3-D: Tom Hanniger

Don’t breathe: Norman Nordstrom

The Purge Anarchy: Leo Barnes

Midsommer: Pelle

Thanksgiving: Sheriff Eric Newlon

Leather face (2017) : Jedediah Sawyer

American horror story : Kai Anderson, Kit Walker, Patrick March

Jennifer’s Body : Jennifer Check

Re- animator: Herbert West

Jeepers Creepers: Darry Jenner

Grave Enconters: Lance Preston, Alex Wright

The Dare: Credence, Dominic

31: Doomhead

Longlegs: Dale Kobble, Lee Harker

Trap: Cooper Adams

CREEP: Josef

DO NOT INTERACT WITH MY ACCOUNT IF YOU ARE

Homophobic

Transphobic

A minor

Racist

Sexist

[redhairedwolfwitch]

Gravity Falls, Swiftblade Rises - Lance Family xBaby!Lance Reader x Platonic!Dick Grayson

A/n: We’ve got Baby!Danvers and Little!Luthor but now we have Baby!Lance too

You were 8 years old when the Queen’s Gambit sank and you lost one of your sisters. You lost your father to alcohol, your mother to guilt and your remaining sister to anger. 

Your family lost two daughters that day as you ran away, finding shelter in the travelling circus who took you in after you showed potential to become a acrobat. The SCPD never found you and Y/n Lance disappeared because you ran away and joined the circus.

You trained to become an acrobat in the traveling circus, Haly’s Circus. You were watched by many due to an accident years ago, the Flying Graysons fell to their death, leaving their son orphaned. Apparently he had then been adopted by Bruce Wayne. 

That was the day that Gravity was born.

You didn’t just learn acrobatics at the circus however. You’d learned many languages from travelling to different places under the name they’d given you to protect you. They knew what had happened to your family as you’d told them when you were 13. You’d told them as you’d just found out Oliver Queen was alive. The amount of knives you’d thrown in your reaction that hit the target shocked the visiting Dick Grayson who recognised the emotions you were feeling.

You’d been training with Dick Grayson aka Nightwing as you’d figured out quite quickly for a little over a year when Haly’s Circus went to Central City. The date was December 11th, 2013.

It was only a practice performance for the next night but you didn’t know your trapeze had been tampered with as you took your turn to go. 

The trapeze rope snapped, causing you to stare up in horror as your arms reached for a trapeze that wasn’t there. It was in that moment that the wave of dark matter you’d come to learn, from S.T.A.R. Lab’s Particle Accelerator hit you just before Dick Grayson did the one thing he was never able to do for his parents. 

He saved you. 

Your hand covered your mouth in shock as the grip on your ankles stopped you from falling to your death.

That was the night Gravity fell, and Swiftblade was born.

It took 9 months for your powers to develop and occur as you subconsciously began to manipulate the gravity around you to slow your movement between trapezes to reach them easier. Your acrobatic skills increased and so did your martial art skills plus accuracy with knives. Your physical abilities improved thanks to training with Nightwing and your powers whilst your mental abilities increased thanks to Dick Grayson and the circus.

By 2016 you’d learned to consciously control and use your gravity manipulation powers to become the vigilante Swiftblade, working alongside Nightwing to fight crime after you were given a white and purple suit. Designed  Designed so you’d can be flexible and use your acrobatic skills in combat along with martial arts and knife throwing to fight crime without harm or restriction to movement.

In 2013 it was revealed your sister, Sara had survived the sinking of the Queen’a Gambit alongside Oliver Queen although you didn’t know this. You also didn’t know that in 2016, Damien Darhk attempted to murder your other sister, Laurel. Luckily she just survived the stabbing and Oliver ended Damien Darhk’s life. You were also unaware of the existence of the a doppelganger of Laurel although Dick had told you about the multiverse as Bruce had told him.

In 2018 your father was shot and almost killed by Ricardo Diaz but he survived as Diaz ended up dead months later at the hands of Emiko, Oliver’s half-sister you were also unaware of...

Year: 2020, Post-Crisis on Infinite Earths

“Remind me what we’re doing here, please.” Earth 2 Laurel asked, linking arms with Dinah who walked besides her, Sara and Ava were walking along holding hands as Earth 1 Laurel walked alongside Quentin.

“We’re going to see Haly’s circus. Apparently they have impressive knife throwing.” Sara stated with a smile.

“Plus other acts that don’t sound like the League of Assassins like trapeze artists and acrobats.” Quentin added causing  E1 Laurel to smile.

“Is one of the performers named Gravity?” E2 Laurel questioned causing Dinah to chuckle. “I think so, why?” Ava asked in response, turning to face E2 Laurel gesturing to a poster of you.

“Apparently her trapeze acts look like she’s floating or there’s no gravity as she swoops through the air...” Ava began to ramble causing Sara to smirk at her.

“Well, we’ll find out as the circus is around the corner-” Quentin began to speak before he was cut off by someone trying to get past him.

“Excuse me.” You mumbled, hiding your shock behind a blank expression as you fiddled with the hood of your hoodie. “No problem, sorry.” Quentin replied before watching you walk away.

“Dad, what is it?” E1 Laurel asked, gaining everyone else’s attention.

“She seemed familiar, Laurel, that’s all.” Quentin replied with a shrug. Not realising you’d lingered to hear what they said before jumping the nearby fence to take a shortcut into the Star City park where Haly’s Circus had set up.

You let out a breath, blocking out what had just happened from memory as you removed your hoodie and trackies to reveal your performance outfit.

“Everything okay?” A voice asked as you began to fix your hair.

“I’m fine.” You stated, glancing at the person in the mirror as they raised an eyebrow behind their sunglasses.

“You know I can tell when you’re lying, right?” Dick Grayson reminded you causing you to sigh, letting your shoulders slouch.

“Remember when I told you my story about how I ran away from my family age 8... I’m from Star City, or Starling City as it used to be called... and I’m pretty sure I just ran into my dad on the way here.” You admitted, pausing as you realised Dick as hacking the CCTV cameras and using facial recognition.

“Quentin Lance is here, along with someone not on the database, your dead sister Sara, Dinah Drake from the SCPD, your sister Laurel and I’m assuming a doppelganger of Laurel Lance as well...” 

You frowned at this before pausing as you realised it was your time to perform as you put on your mask.

“Time for Gravity to fly...” You whispered, smiling softly at Dick who gave you a thumbs up. “You’ll be great, kid.” 

You let out a breath as you somersaulted into the spotlight, listening to the crowds cheers as you headed up to the trapezes, ignoring the light on you as you began your performance.

“She really does look like she’s floating...” Ava stated, Sara nodding in agreement with a mouthful of popcorn.

“Isn’t the name Gravity ironic? Because she’s in the air and gravity is her worst enemy right now?” E2 Laurel questioned causing Dinah to pause.

“Yeah, if you think about it...”

“That’s not the reason she’s called Gravity, I’m afraid.” A voice cut them off. Dick Grayson hid his smirk as he began to investigate your family to see whether they had changed from the family you’d ran away from back in 2007.

“Why is she called Gravity then?” Dinah asked causing Dick to smile softly.

“Her background, like many people at the circus is a sad one, she ran away from home at a young age and ended up joining. She was a natural at acrobatics, almost like gravity had no effect on her on the trapeze...it’s like she controls her own personal gravity up there...” 

“She’s a runaway, why were the police not informed?” Dinah asked causing Dick to sigh.

“You think the SCPD were bothered about a missing child when things like the Queen’s Gambit sinking had occurred as well? One missing girl wasn’t a priority at the time...” Dick explained, causing Quentin to pay attention.

“She ran away in 2007 at the same time the Queen’s Gambit went down?” Quentin questioned causing Dick to nod.

“Damn, Gravity can throw knives too!” Sara exclaimed, gesturing to you now performing using knife throwing skills.

Quentin had a faraway look on his face as Dick stood up.

“Ask for Dick Grayson to security after the show, if you’re sure about what you’re going to do, Lance.” Dick stated, getting up and walking away from the stands, aware you’d been watching in your periphery.

///

“He recognised you.”

“I know he did, but I’m not the 8 year old girl he remembers.” You stated, crossing your arms.

“Hey, I’m not leaving you with them if you don’t want to, okay?” Dick stated causing you to smile slightly. “You’re like the older brother I never had...” You chuckled causing Dick to grin slightly before security entered.

“Lance family plus an Ava Sharpe and Dinah Drake.” 

Dick just nodded before withholding a face-palm at you twirling a knife between your fingers.

“Y/n?” Quentin Lance asked, the words barely leaving his lips as his daughters whirled around in confusion and shock.

“What? Y/n? You really think-” Laurel began but she stopped speaking as you removed your performance mask.

“Obviously this could be a trick, has that occurred to you?” E2 Laurel asked causing you to roll your eyes before putting your hand out, wincing slightly at the pricking of the needle.

“Still can’t believe you carry that on you.” You mumbled as Dick gave the handheld DNA tester to Dinah to look at.

“How do you have one of these? These are Wayne Enterprises... You’re Dick Grayson, one of Bruce Wayne’s adopted sons.” Dinah realised causing Dick to just shrug with a smile.

“Check the DNA result.” Dick suggested with a small grin, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Y/n M/n Lance, born 1999 in Starling City, Earth 1... she’s...she’s your daughter Quentin.” Dinah stated causing everyone to wide eye you as you didn’t react.

“Y/n, I’m sorry-”

“Why did you run away?” E2 Laurel asked causing you to pause twirling the knife in your hand, letting go and ignoring how it was floating in the air.

“Let’s see, big sister gets with bigger sister’s boyfriend on boat, boat sinks, big sister dies, father is heartbroken and retreats to alcohol and working, mother runs away due to guilt, bigger sister is angry follows father into work. Little 8 year old is left what the hell happened so she runs away and nobody notices, later joining the circus... and here we are.” You explained, uncrossing your arms to take the knife into your hand again.

“You’re a meta-human.” Sara stated causing you to glance at her.

“You’re alive.” Your eyes lingered in Sara and who you assumed to be Ava next to her before lingering on the two versions of Laurel.

“Gravity, we have to go.” Dick suddenly stated, eyes focused on his phone. You squinted at him a bit before realising what he meant.

“We have to go.” You stated, grabbing your backpack and turning to leave.

“And just like that, you expect me to let you just run away again?” Quentin burst out causing you to turn around and sigh, scrambling for a piece of paper.

“My number... the circus leaves Star City tomorrow but I’ll keep in touch... I’m not the 8 year old girl you remember, okay?” You explained before leaving.

Quentin stared at the paper in his hand before taking his phone out of his pocket.

“You think its her actual number?” E1 Laurel asked, half suspicious, half hopeful.

“We can only hope...” Quentin replied.

///

“Swiftblade, ready?” Nightwing questioned causing you to nod at him.

“I still don’t get why Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy are here...” You stated causing Nightwing to shrug. “I don’t know why they left Gotham but with Oliver Queen gone, who knows which Star City vigilantes will step up to the plate.” 

The two of you smashed through the skylights to take on the goons that Harley and Ivy had hired as back-up before you moved on to fight Harley.

A scream shook you out of it as you used your powers to push yourself out of range of the blast.

“Damn, red, looks like we’ve got a screamer.” Harley joked causing you to grimace, ready to start fighting again when your eyes landed on the people who had arrived. You withheld speaking as it ran through your mind, what were they all doing here?

You were shook out of it as a vine almost hit your father, using your body, you propelled yourself in its path, letting out a grimace of pain as you pushed yourself up using your arms to force your legs over your head.

“Y/n...” Quentin whispered in realisation before you broke your gaze with him.

“Swiftblade, little help here!” Nightwing shouted, making you jump into action against Ivy with Nightwing as the three Black Canaries and White Canary worked on taking down Harley.

[talatomaz]

divided pt.ii | team arrow x lance!reader

a/n: this was too long so i had to split it into 2 parts. i also tweaked the powers a lil bit

warnings: mentions of death/blood

word count: 2.1k

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pt.i | pt.ii

r is a lance!sister aka baby!lance and has the powers of teleportation. she works with team arrow but is also in a relationship with dinah. she has always been loyal to ota as they’re her family but when they betray dinah, rene and curtis...who’s side will she take? the love of her life or her family?

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“Y/N?”

You were currently standing in Felicity’s apartment alongside the OTA and NTA. After the disastrous events that followed yours and your father’s rescue, Rene, Dinah and Curtis had formed their own team which left you in between the two teams.

OTA had asked you all to meet them so they could discuss the situation. Oliver had apologised for his actions and wanted to start with a clean slate. NTA had unanimously declined but that wasn’t an opinion you shared.

You walked over to stand beside OTA, looking back at your girlfriend. You opened your mouth to apologise before being interrupted by Dinah.

“I told you, y/n. What’s right for you.”

She said matter-of-factly as your mind flashed to a couple of weeks prior.

You teleported outside Dinah’s apartment, not wanting to walk there. You had just left the bunker, Oliver reluctantly letting you go and you felt exhausted. Raising your hand to knock on the door, it was almost instantly opened by Dinah. Her look of anger softening at the tears in your eyes.

She ushered you into her apartment and led you to her sofa where you both sat. Your voice not strong enough to speak, you wrapped your arms around you, rocking yourself. Dinah immediately gathered you into her arms and you allowed the tears to fall.

“I‘m sorry. I didn’t know.”

She soothed you as she cradled you against her chest, gently shushing you as you murmured your apologies.

When you had finally quietened, you stayed still in her arms until Dinah pulled back so she could place her hand on your cheek, lifting your face up to stare at her.

“I don’t want this to make you upset. You have to do what you have to do. I will accept your choices, y/n. That is what a relationship is. We support one another. If you decide to go back to Oliver, then okay. You do what’s right for you.”

***

“Oh great, are you going to tell me not to out Oliver too?”

Laurel turned around as you approached her, the court having just taken a break.

Oliver was currently on trial for being the Green Arrow and Laurel had been called as a witness. A worry to everyone, to say the least.

“No. Honestly,” you added when she raised her eyebrows in disbelief,

“I just wanted to say that I get that you’re in an impossible situation. You can either tell the truth which protects you but Oliver is convicted or you could lie which helps us but puts you in danger.”

“A way to sum it up, y/n. And you think I should be more like your Laurel and say-“

“No, Laurel.”

You sighed, “I know you’re not my Laurel. You and her are different people. I would never expect you to be like her because you aren’t her. You can only be yourself. As much as I love Laurel, she wasn’t perfect. Seriously.” You said when Laurel frowned.

“She used to say once you let the darkness inside, it never comes out. She had her own secrets, as do you. It’s not black and white. I don’t expect you to be one or the other.”

“Why are you even telling me this? Dinah’s not gonna be happy.” Laurel deflected, crossing her arms.

“Yes, you killing Vince strained our relationship but we worked through it. To paraphrase what someone close to me said, You have to do what you have to do. I will accept your choices, because that is what friends do. You have to do what’s right for you.”

“Y/N. Laurel.”

The both of you looked back at Dinah and Diggle who were standing outside the court doors. They told you that the court was back in session so Laurel walked past you but stopped when you grabbed her arm.

“Whatever mess Ollie is in right now is his own doing. He knew this was a possibility the moment he first put on that hood. Don’t worry about him. And you’re right, you’re not my Laurel but you are Laurel Lance. I am your sister and you are mine. You being from another Earth doesn’t change that.” You said fiercely.

The blonde nodded and the two of you walked back into the court room.

***

“Hurry.”

Using your powers, you teleported the team and the FBI to the abandoned building where Diaz was holding Laurel and Quentin.

After Laurel had testified that Tommy Merlyn was the Green Arrow, therefore exonerating Oliver, she had been taken by Diaz. Your father had agreed to meet him to get her and got himself kidnapped too in the process. But you were able to track him through his pacemaker so you teleported all of you there.

As the others ran to find them, you remained in place and focused on your heart. You knew you’d be able to find your family quicker that way.

Locking onto your father’s heartbeat, you teleported into a metal cage and saw a gun raised in the air.

“2...1...”

“NO!”

A gun shot rang out as you pushed your father aside and jumped in front of him and Laurel. Falling to the ground with a groan, white hot pain seared through your body and you clutched your stomach but blood quickly coloured your hands.

“Y/N!”

Laurel and Quentin shouted in shock as they clambered to your side. Then you all looked up to see Diaz gone and Dinah in his place.

“Oh my god,” she gasped before looking at Laurel.

“Dee, please.”

You uttered, wordlessly begging her not to resume the feud between her and your sister. You watched as she raised her weapon and pulled Laurel’s sonic dampener off her neck.

You felt yourself being lifted in your father’s arms, Laurel and Dinah on either side, using their screams to defeat the bad guys.

Once you were out of the building, your father quickly but gently laid you on the hospital bed in the ambulance. The car engine came to life as it sped away, the sirens filling the air but slowly fading away.

Opening your eyes, you were surprised at your surroundings.

You were in your apartment that you had shared with Laurel. Sitting upright, your hands flew to your stomach as you lifted your shirt to see the wound but were shocked when you felt nothing but smooth skin.

“Y/N?”

You stood up from the sofa and stilled at the familiar voice. You slowly turned around, not believing your ears. When your eyes fell upon them, they widened as your jaw dropped.

“L-Laurel?”

The blonde smiled and you realised exactly which Laurel she was.

“Oh my-You’re my Laurel.”

“Hi, babygirl.”

At the use of your nickname, you ran towards your sister and launched into her arms, tears running down your face.

“God, I missed you. Wait, how am I here? Am I dead?”

You asked, arms wrapped tightly around Laurel, as if scared that the moment you let go, she’d disappear.

“You’re not dead, honey. This is the world between worlds. Your safe place. You’re in a coma and your mind is here but your soul and body are in the hospital.”

Resting your head in the crook of Laurel’s neck, you hugged her once more, still not believing she was here.

“I miss you so much, Laurel. When I see Black Siren everyday, it just makes me miss you that much more.”

“Speaking of which, how is my doppelgänger?”

“She’s not evil if that’s what you’re asking. She used to be but I think she’s just conflicted. You two actually have a lot in common.”

“Y/N Lance, always seeing the best in people.”

“Me and Black Siren have gotten quite close recently...” You said warily, your smile faltering.

At this, Laurel cupped your cheek, tilting your head upwards, so you could look into her eyes when you shyed away,

“Baby, she’s not me. She’s a completely different person. And from what I’ve seen, she cares about you too. This whole parallel worlds thing messes with my head but I think you need someone.”

“You have Dinah on one side, who is doing great as the Black Canary by the way, and Black Siren on the other. I may not be physically with you, well, I am technically.”

She laughed before continuing,

“What I’m trying to say is, is that it’s okay if you want to get to know her. I’m still with you, wherever you go.”

“I don’t want to leave you.”

“You have to, babygirl...You have a world you have to get back to.”

“I don’t want to live in a world that you’re not a part of. I-I can’t lose you again.”

“You won’t lose me. I’m always with you.”

She took off her necklace and put it around your neck. Then she placed her hand on your chest, over your heart and you covered her hand with yours and squeezed in longing.

“No matter where you go, I will always be by your side.”

She placed a kiss on your forehead and wrapped her arms around you once more before you felt yourself slipping away.

“I love you, Laurel.”

“I love you too, y/n.”

***

“I’m sorry. We tried everything.”

Dr Schwartz solemnly said as tears fell down everyone’s faces.

CRASH

Everyone ran towards the hospital door and were surprised at what they saw.

It was you. Or was it?

You were laying in the bed, eyes closed, seemingly dead...or unconscious at the very least. But there was another you, like a projection, that was currently fighting Diaz in the room.

He had you pinned against the wall, hand around your throat, when you faded away and materialised again, now out of his grip.

“This is for shooting me.”

You kicked him in his groin causing him to keel over in pain.

“And this is for kidnapping my family.”

You swung at his head, successfully knocking him unconscious as he slumped to the ground.

You looked up at the door where everyone was stood, including Sara, and you opened your mouth to speak when you noticed the FBI agent.

“Well, cuff him. He’s not gonna stay down forever.”

Once Diaz was handcuffed and escorted out of the room, you felt yourself fade away again.

Then you, the you in the bed, woke up in a rush, lurching to sit upright. You blinked hard when the room span, and again when there was a sharp pain in your side. You had forgotten that you had been shot.

“What the-“

Rene stopped himself from letting out a curse.

“I didn’t know you could do that.” Sara said.

“Neither did I. Astral Projection...Cool.”

Sara, Quentin and Dinah walked to the side of your bed, each of them hugging you but taking care not to touch your wound.

“God, what is it with us Lance’s and stomach wounds?” You laughed but cringed when a sharp pain ran through you.

“Hey, where did you get that?”

“I gave it to her.”

Laurel replied to Felicity when she pointed out the necklace around you.

Glancing down, you smiled and looked back up at Laurel. It was the exact same necklace that your Laurel had placed around you earlier.

“You and my Laurel really are similar. It’s a long story.” You added when everyone’s eyebrows were raised in question.

“So...what’d I miss?”

Your family caught you up on everything that happened when you were in the hospital and you explained that your projection teleported Diaz to you after you had focused on your wound that he had caused.

Soon enough, everyone was laughing together and you couldn’t help but smile because it had been a while since you all were this happy.

“Are we finally done with the fighting? I don’t want to choose between you all.”

“Yes, we’re done. All we care about now is you.”

Dinah said, tenderly kissing your lips but with a ferocity that usually comes with almost losing someone you love.

Pulling away from the kiss, you smiled against her lips when she touched her forehead against yours before straightening beside you.

“Thank God. I love you all. But that feud was ridiculous. So...now that Diaz is gone, what’s next?”

The moment the words left your mouth, a figure appeared, dressed to the nines in weird space-type clothing.

You and the rest of your family looked at the man in concern when Oliver shouted, “Who the hell are you?”

“I am Mar Novu and there is a malevolent force at work, one driven by a singular goal. The destruction of all there is. The time for preparation has passed.”

“The Crisis is now upon us all.”

<- Part 1

[colourfulminds221]

Dating Quentin Lance would include...

Admittedly, I haven’t watched Arrow in a long while so this may seem slightly out of date and will be based on the earlier seasons.

So I’m going to guess you met at the precinct

Or because of Laurel.

Since Quentin got divorced, she’s been trying to set him up.

And when she met you, she just knew you were perfect for him.

And you were.

At first, you just keep an eye out for him, taking care of him.

Bringing him lunch, making sure he stays away from the bottle.

Y’know, typical girlfriend stuff.

Although, since meeting you, Quentin hasn’t felt the same need to drink.

He’s the pessimist. You’re the optimist.

After you find out about Oliver-because that kid cannot keep his mouth shut- a lot more makes sense.

And then you become a mother to Oliver and the rest of the team.

Because, as you’ve quickly realised, that kid needs help.

And Felicity cannot stop talking about how cute the pair of you are.

After all the hectic Star City nonsense, the dates are cute.

Every so often, Oliver would pay for you two to go somewhere fancy.

But you were perfectly content with watching movies together or talking over a bottle of something sparkling.

Quentin was always scared you were going to disappear on him.

Just like everyone else.

But you made it abundantly clear that you weren’t going anywhere.

Especially after you were kidnapped by Oliver’s big bad and survived.

Ooft that was a scary one.

Quentin sat at your hospital bedside for hours. 

But the next day you were up and at ‘em, ready to go.

Not that anyone let you do anything.

Because Quentin and Felicity are worriers and their combined power resulted in two days (unnecessary) bedrest.

But, he worries because he cares.

He’s made it very clear that he loves you.

You complete him.

And Laurel adores you

And you love them too.

[canarypoint]

Legends of Y/N Lance - Chapter 0: What's Past is Prologue

Warnings: mentions of nightmares, panic attacks, and death (no actual details tho)

A/N: yes i know that the title of this not-chapter chapter is the same as 5x08 of The Flash but like...it’s a good title, alright? anyways... oh rao i’m posting this- i....wow... i just wanna quickly thank @cruelsummerindeed​ for being so supportive and helpful and just all around amazing, ily my batsmodsis/other half of HAROLD (also my friend mow on discord but he doesn’t have a tumblr account soooo). okay no more softness time for Arrowverse. OH ALSO- major spoilers for the Arrowverse throughout the entire series (specifically S4 of Arrow in this chapter...haha...sorry).

A/N #2: oh and just a quick reminder (honestly can’t remember if i said this in the summary/explanation/teaser thing for this series but) the reader is a teenager at the beginning of the series. HOWEVER... this takes place between seasons 2-3 of Legends, the rest of the series will be in order of the Arrowverse eps’ premiere dates or whatever adlkfjaklffj

It shouldn’t be this hard. It really shouldn’t be this hard. You were ten when it all first happened, not two, so it’s not like you don’t know her. Hell, she’s your sister. It should be easy to hang out with her, not awkward and quiet and whatever else this is.

“So…” Sara trails off, absently examining one of her knives.

You take in a deep, shaky breath as you look at something behind your sister, “Whenever Laurel wanted to talk to me… but- but she didn’t know what to say… she’d do this thing where she came up with a random scenario and what I think would happen in it… it was like this- I don’t know, it was like an unspoken game between us.”

Sara looks at you curiously. Clearly, she has no clue where you’re going with this.

“It started after the thing with the Gambit. I started having nightmares, then panic attacks, and she’d use it to calm me down and bring me back to reality. It never failed… so then it became a normal thing and the panic attacks and whatever stopped...” you trail off again, choosing a different spot on the wall past Sara to look at.

Your eyes flicker to Sara’s briefly, “She never mentioned you or Ollie… it was always dumb things like if I had done boxing instead of jiu-jitsu when dad wanted me to take self-defense classes, or if I had gotten a dog instead of a hedgehog that ended up running away the second week after I got it,” you pause, scoffing a little. “Or if the hedgehog just didn’t run away.”

At that, Sara laughs as you smile.

“But yeah… then Ollie came back and they started talking again, and she’d include him in small ways, like if he didn’t crash Walter’s weird grand opening for the science thing,” you laugh again, confusing Sara. “A few weeks before the Siege, she asked me how I’d react to Ollie being the Arrow. I thought it was the dumbest idea ever.” You look at her again, a sarcastic smile on your face, “look how that turned out.”

Sara laughs again before noticing your now-serious expression. “The last time she did that… before she died… it was the first time she included you.”

“What was the scenario?” she asks softly when she realizes you’re lost in your head.

“What if it had been her instead of you that went on the Gambit…” you admit quietly, like a secret being told to the one person it’s supposed to be kept secret from.

Except maybe, just maybe, it isn’t.

[sergeanttucker]

Jelly’s 500 Follower - Smut Celebration!

Guess what? We hit 500! I don’t know how the hell this happened, but I’m grateful it did. Thank you to everyone of you beautiful human beings. I appreciate everyone of you! And now it’s time for a little celebration, isn’t it?

Because I am always thirsty, I have decided to produce more filth. I’ve put together a list of kinks and a few prompts, as well as a list of characters that I’m willing to write for.

How does it work?

It’s simple. Just send me a kink and a character, the prompts are for inspiration (!) you may send another prompt in too! 

You don’t have to follow me, but I won’t complain if you do.

I will write one fic per kink! (depending on my inspiration, it will either be a drabble or oneshot)

Only xReader!

You may request a character that isn't listed below, but I can't promise I will write it. (I will let you know)

You can send in as many prompts as you want!

Reblog to spread the word

Asks only!

Please, for the love of whatever God you believe in... F.E.E.D.B.A.C.K

Kinks

Dirty Talk - (Quentin x Reader)

Daddy kink - (Bruce x Reader)

Thigh riding - (Tony x Reader)

Knife Play - (Bucky x Reader)

Choking - (Quentin x Reader)

Begging - (Clint x Reader)

Praise kink - (Steve x Reader)

Blindfolds - (Bucky x Reader)

Voyeurism - (Sam x Reader, Clint)

Oral (Face sitting/Face fucking) - (Bruce x Reader)

Handjob/Fingering - (Bruce x Reader)

Spanking - (Bruce x Reader)

Impregnation - (Steve x Reader)

Uniform - (Steve x Reader)

Orgasm denial - (Bucky x Reader)

Masturbation - (Quentin x Reader) 

Hair pulling - (Tony x Reader)

Characters

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Bruce Banner

Quentin Beck/Mysterio

Sam Wilson

Clint Barton

Wade Wilson

Lance Tucker

Prompts for Inspiration

“Are you sure? Once we start, i might not be able to stop.”

“Stop teasing me so much..”

“I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.”

“You’re in trouble now.”

“You’re n-not ,um, w-wearing anything under that, are you..?”

“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

“The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

“You taste like fucking candy.”

“C’mere, you can sit on my lap until i’m done working.”

“I’m not going to touch you unless you beg.”

“You’re so beautiful all spread out like this, just for me.”

“I love it when you moan my name.”

“Do you think you deserve my dick tonight?”

“I’m going to remind you exactly who you belong to.”

Please note(!): I will give my best to get your requests done as soon as possible but please remember: I have a life outside of tumblr. It’s not much, but it’s there. Be patient, please.

[next-time-on-the-reverse]

Sober is a good Look - Harrison Wells and Quentin Lance

A/n: Another old fic idea. I don’t own either of these gifs, I found them on Google. 

The bitter substance burned your throat, pure acid fell into your stomach. You’d lost control of your physical movement a while ago and your arms moved on the default settings. You still retained your speech; that was one thing you could do well. It was how you covered the addiction. How you used to cover it. You’d lost your job a while ago, after your boss had been tragically killed.

“There you are kid.” Quentin Lance remarked as he tapped the bar side, “One water, and a strong coffee. – Make it two.”  He added. You eyeballed the bar tender as he set off to grab the drinks. Traitor you internally muttered.  

Quentin had been your drinking buddy for a long time, now he’d stopped drinking, progressed in his career and often checked up on you. In particular he kept you from starting bar brawls and winding up in Jail. Unintentionally he had become your full time baby sitter. If you weren’t in the bar you’d be strung out across his sofa. A puddle of drool under your cheek, covering his freshly cleaned pillows.

“Sober is a good look on you” You snickered, pulling the glass to your lips. You were unsure what you were actually putting in your body, by this point everything tasted the same. Bitter and warm. He huffed as he rested his arms on the over polished bar top.

“Thanks, you should try it sometime.” He responded, “This isn’t what I came here for, surprisingly my Friday afternoon when I’m not at work isn’t always about you. No, someone wanted to find you.”

“[Name],” The gruff monotone voice clawed its way through the gentle hum of the Friday afternoon alcoholics club.

“Oh no thank you. I’d rather pull out my intestines. You can go on your way, wells”

[imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul]

Snowed In - Quentin Lance

Day 21 of the 25 Days of Winter Fics! I forgot how excited I was for this one!

Working late nights at the precinct was nothing new for you. Often nights, you found yourself staying there long enough to see three different shift changes. You weren’t the only one that did this, though. Your captain, Quentin Lance, was also usually there late. The few nights that he did get out early were the nights that his daughter, Laurel, came in to drag him out of the office.

Tonight, however, Laurel didn’t stop by so you and Quentin had both been there since nine this morning. As one of the head detectives, you worked closely with your captain. You had planned on calling tonight an early night so that you could catch the premiere of your favorite t.v. show. You were finishing up with your paper work when Quentin called you into his office.

“What’s up, Captain?” you asked. His back was turned to you and you looked at where he was looking. On the T.V. screen was a news report. Killer Frost was attacking the city, coating everything with snow and ice. “Holy shit,” you said.

“Uh huh,” he said with a sigh. It was no surprise that the captain had had a heart attack last year. With everything that happened in this city, you would too if you were in charge.

“So I guess I’m not calling it an early night,” you said.

“Nope. Sorry,” he said, looking down at you.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll go get my belt,” you said, walking towards the door. You put your hand on the door knob, but pulled it away a moment later.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing,” you said in confusion. “It’s just really, really cold.” You knew that Quentin was watching the door just as carefully as you were. The door opened and you breathed a sigh of relief until you laid eyes on the solid wall of ice blocking your way.

“God dammit,” Quentin said, walking towards the doorway. He knocked on the wall of ice, but it seemed pretty damn thick as nothing moved away. Looking to the windows, you noticed a growing layer of ice forming around them.

“Captain!” you said. 

“Dammit,” he said again. He started running towards one of the last windows, hoping to break through it. He was too late, and ran into a glass window that shattered against his shoulder, but he was stopped by the ice wall. He fell down to the floor, clutching onto the now bleeding shoulder.

“Quentin,” you said, running towards him.

“I’m fine.” You looked up at him deadpanned and he sighed. 

“Take off your coat.” He did and rolled up the sleeve of his shirt. There was only a small cut on his shoulder, thankfully. He pointed at a back up shirt in his drawer that you took out a ripped. You wrapped it around his wound, using your mouth to tighten it. 

“Thanks,” he said. You looked up at him and realized how close you were.

“Yeah.” You dusted off your pants and stood up. You knocked on the ice walls in a couple of different places but it seemed solid all around. “What are we gonna do?”

“I guess hope the arrow shows up,” he said with a bitter smile. You laughed and walked back towards him. You held out a hand for him and he took it. He walked back out to his desk. He fiddled with his walkie talkie and phone, but neither were working.

“So I guess we’re stuck, then.” He nodded.

“We’ll probably be here for a while, too,” he said. You sighed.

“Might as well get comfortable,” you said, sitting down on one of the chairs facing his desk, kicking your feet up onto the other. He laughed and sighed, too.

“Can I ask you a question?” he asked.

“Sure.”

“Why is the T.V. still working?” You looked over at it and watched as more and more of the town began to get covered in ice. You shrugged, and not two seconds after you did it cut off. 

“I guess it’s not anymore.” He chuckled.

“That seems about right. Sorry about your early night.”

“That’s okay. You’re not responsible. Luckily I have a DVR. What about you, did you have any plans?” He laughed and shook his head.

“Yes, actually.”

“Oh. I didn’t mean to insinuate that you-”

“Don’t worry,” he said, holding up a hand. “I don’t usually have any plans. But my daughter was trying to set me up with a woman tonight.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, so tonight wasn’t actually bad timing.” You chuckled.

“Are you saying you’re glad that a villain attacked our city?” He laughed and shook his head.

“No, but it couldn’t have been more perfectly timed.” You both laughed again.

“If you don’t mind me asking, why weren’t you excited for this date?” you asked. He shrugged.

“It’s a blind date.”

“Well, maybe she was your soulmate.”

“I doubt that. She was a reporter,” he said, grimacing. You laughed again. “You know,” he said. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh this much.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you be this funny,” you said, smiling at him. He smiled back and you felt yourself blush a little. You had spent plenty of time with the captain before. Most of your days were spent together but this was different.

“Well, you’re good company. There isn’t anyone else in this office I would rather spend the rest of the world with.” You giggled again.

“Me either. And we might have to repopulate the world, too. I couldn’t imagine doing that with Hank,” you said, talking about your partner. He laughed and looked at you curiously. It was then that you realized what you said. “Not that I was assuming anything, sir.”

“No, you’re right,” he said, smiling slightly. “We might have to repopulate the earth. I couldn’t imagine doing that with Hank either.” You snorted, relaxing a little.

“Could you imagine yourself doing it with your blind date?” you asked, standing up and sitting on the edge of his desk.

“No.”

“With me?” you asked nervously. You were fiddling with something on his desk, and he started tracing his fingertips over your hand.

“Well, if we have to repopulate the earth, of course.” You smiled and you locked eyes.

“Right. I mean, it’s our duty.” He stood up and nodded.

“Exactly. We wouldn’t be very good cops if we didn’t think about the future of our city.” You nodded and watched as he walked around his desk so that you were facing again.

“Right,” you said, taking his hand back in yours. You just played with his fingers for a while, not looking back up at his eyes. “How long do you think we’ll be in here?”

“I don’t know. I’m not even sure how long we’ve been in here so far,” he said, stepping closer to you so that you had to push your legs open for him to stand in between. He nodded up at the clock and you noticed that it was frozen. “Ya know, I like the way you laugh,” he said. “Always have.” You grabbed onto his tie and smiled.

“I’ve always liked your stupid jokes,” you said. He laughed and trailed a hand gently up your thigh. “Well,” you said, giving his tie a little tug. “Since neither of us know how long we’ve been in here, and we’d both like to do our civil service to the world, maybe we should-”

“I completely agree,” he said, cutting you off.

“Are you sure that’s okay, Captain?” you asked. He didn’t answer but instead brought himself closer to you. You pulled on his tie just enough so that your lips finally met. You had never kissed your boss before, but assumed that the butterflies in your stomach had something to do with the excitement of it. You definitely weren’t suppose to be making out with your Captain. You also were definitely not suppose to knock everything off of his desk so that you two could lay out flat on it. And you were almost positive that you should not have started kicking off your shoes and unbuttoning his shirt either as you continued to kiss.

But the world was ending. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

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Get Out of Jail Free Card | E-1 L.L

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Pairing: Earth-1 Laurel Lance x fem!reader:

Request: “That is so great! You’re duch a good writer. I wanted to know if you could do one about Laurel Lance (the original).” … “My idea was that the reader had gotten in trouble and ended up at the police station being interrogated by Quentin and then Laurel comes to save the day. And the romance grew from that. It would be in season 1. Thanks 😊” | Requested by @ riqui_ly_love (On Wattpad)

A/N: Sorry for not making a Christmas or holiday themed fic, I just forgot and by the time I remembered… it was too late. So maybe next year :) For once, I am very confident in the characterization for the characters in this fic, which is uncharacteristic of me but a nice feeling nevertheless.

Summary: After being falsely accused of a crime, your girlfriend takes it upon yourself to be your lawyer.

Warnings: Curse word

Word Count: ~1.8k

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Finishing up your work for the day, you sighed in relief at finally being free for the weekend. Stretched your arms whilst rising from your seat, your work phone went off with another dreadful ring.

Your shoulders sunk as you threw your head back, groaning at the interruption. Narrowing your eyes at the device, you nevertheless answered the call, not bothering to check the caller ID, figuring it was one of your co-workers who was unfortunate enough to still be working at six p.m. on a Friday.

“What?” you answered, annoyed.

However your unpleasant mood drastically improved upon hearing the voice on the other end.

“Now that’s no way to speak to the kind woman about to treat you to a lavish dinner.”

“Laurel?!” you gasped, checking the phone number to confirm it was actually her. “Oh my god, I thought you were someone else!”

You heard her chuckle from the other end, “Jane from accounting I presume?”

You grabbed your stuff and made your way out of your office with a pleasant smile resting on your face. Nodding, despite her being unable to see you, you complained, “Those nutjobs have been blowing up my phone all week.”

“It sounds like this dinner is much needed and well deserved.”

“That’s assuming they won’t flag me down on my way out.”

“Well if they do, tell them your girlfriend’s a lawyer.”

Just as you were scrummaging through your purse for your car keys, you paused, “Girlfriend? I thought I was still your ‘good friend.’”

You could almost hear her shrug through the phone, “I figured that with everything already being complicated with Oliver and my dad, we could be the only uncomplicated thing in our lives.”

“Uh, yeah… uncomplicated. I can do that,” you sputtered, climbing into your car.

“But we can talk about it more over dinner!” Laurel insisted.

“Yeah, yeah,” you agreed. “But I like that- you, I mean. Or well, I like me… being your girlfriend. And vice versa of course!”

Hearing the lawyer giggle through the phone, your shoulders relaxed at the indication that you didn’t mess up too badly.

“I’ll see you at dinner?” you offered, ending the conversation.

Catching her breath, Laurel confirmed, “I’ll see you then.”

With a click, the call ended and you laid your head on the steering wheel. Grinning at everything that just happened, you gathered yourself before starting your car and heading towards the restaurant.

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Pulling into the parking lot, you exited your car and you saw Laurel doing the same across the lot. Waving your hands to get her attention, she saw you and went to meet you halfway.

However before you could take another step, red and blue flashing lights caught your attention as Laurel’s father stepped out of the police car.

Raising your hand to greet him, you furrowed your eyebrows when he spoke your name before folding your arms behind your back.

“Dad?” Laurel asked, equally confused, “What are you doing?”

“Detective Lance… wait,” you stuttered, not understanding what you did.

“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used-” drowning out the rest of his words, you felt your heart beating in your ears as he ushered you to the back of his vehicle.

“You have the right to an attorney,” he droned on, and you made eye contact with Laurel.

Calling out your name Laurel tried to get to you, however her dad’s partner held her back. Letting your eyes wander past her, you ducked your head to avoid being recognized from the few onlookers outside of the restaurant.

“Don’t say anything!” Laurel’s voice yelled, “I’ll be at the station soon but don’t say anything!”

You nodded at her words as the door was closed, at least letting her know you heard her. Looking ahead, Quentin and his partner sat inside the car and you looked at him through the rear-view mirror.

Only being met with his stone cold gaze, you recognized the look on his face as the same one he was wearing when he arrested Oliver in his own home.

Slumping down in your seat, you could only exhale the breath you were holding and hope that Laurel at least would know what was happening, because you had no clue.

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Mindlessly tapping your nails on the metal table, you tried not to focus on the restraints around your wrists, pinching your skin in between the steel.

Instead, you scanned the room, taking in as much as you could despite the fluorescent lights concentrated on your face. Looking at the mirrored wall, you awkwardly smiled at the one way glass.

Just as you were huffing in boredom, the door behind you flew open, making you jump in your seat at the sudden intrusion.

“Sorry for the wait,” Quentin sarcastically remarked, “I had to figure out why everyone my daughter knows is some sort of criminal.”

You sighed in exasperation at his accusation, “Detective, there must be some sort of misunderstanding. I’m not sure what you think I did, but I can assure you that I didn’t.”

Slamming files down on the table, he scoffed, “You know, Queen tried to pull that exact same shtick. You two trading notes or something?”

“Oliver’s innocent,” you huffed, now becoming frustrated at his unwillingness to bargain. “And so am I.”

“I’ll tell you what,” he began, pulling up a chair to sit down in front of you, “You confess to embezzling the money, and I’ll get the DA to cut you a deal.”

You rolled your eyes, “What money, Quentin? I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He huffed, rising from his seat and running his hand through his hair. “I should have known. You aren’t Queen or Merlyn, how else could you afford to take Laurel out to all those fancy places.”

“Um, I’m an accountant… for one of the most prestigious companies on the west coast. What are you even talking about?” you asked again, only becoming increasingly confused.

He dryly chuckled, “The twelve million dollars mysteriously missing from your company, found in a Corto Maltesan bank account linked to you!”

Your shoulders dropped at his claim, not knowing how something you had no idea about is suddenly your fault. But you did know the prison sentence that could come with the charge. And compared to that, the disapproval of your girlfriend’s father would be the least of your worries.

Before you could argue your case, the door once again slammed open and you quickly turned your neck to see who it was, hoping they would be on your side.

Much to your relief, Laurel had come through the door holding papers of her own that knowing her, would prove your innocence.

“Laurel-” Quentin started before being cut off.

“Release my client,” Laurel demanded, handing him her files.

The detective mockingly laughed, “Honey, I know you and her have something going on, but there's damning evidence that proves-”

Once again interrupting her father, Laurel spoke, “And those papers will prove otherwise. She was framed by her co-worker. The person you’re looking for is Daniel King, not her.”

Letting your eyes bounce between the lawyer and the officer as if you were watching a tennis match, your eyes were now on the older Lance as your breath stalled for his decision.

With an incredulous expression on his face, Quentin flipped through the files, realization dawning on his face.

Appearing in the doorway, his partner spoke up, “Lance, we have to let her go.”

Looking back at you, Quentin ran his hand through his hair one last time before gesturing towards your restraints, signaling for his partner to release you.

With the click of the handcuffs being unlocked, you immediately went to massage your wrists, hoping to ease the sting from the tight bonds.

Laurel came to your side, helping you up from the chair you had been stiffly sitting in. The detective opened his mouth to apologize, but your girlfriend only glared at him, causing him to rethink speaking.

With a curt nod, you exited the interrogation room with Laurel. Once outside the station, you sighed, leaning against the brick building.

“Hey,” Laurel comforted, one hand on your shoulder, “It’s over now, you're not being charged with anything.”

Meeting her eyes, you leaned into her touch, “Thank you… for being there for me.”

“Of course. I know you, and you could never do something like that.”

“Your dad is just waiting for one of us to slip up, isn’t he,” you dryly chuckled, referring to yourself, Oliver and Tommy.

Shifting her gaze away from you, Laurel huffed, “Yep… he’s unfortunately always been like that.”

You shrugged, lifting yourself off the wall and absentmindedly kicking the gravel at your feet. “Anyways, let's not think about your father anymore.”

Looping your arm in hers, you both started walking and Laurel smiled, “That sounds like an amazing idea. Where were we before all this?”

“Umm,” you hummed, “I believe Ms. Lance, you were treating me to a five-star dinner and asking me to be your girlfriend.”

Opening the passenger door of her car, Laurel ushered you into the seat before pressing a kiss to your lips.

“I can definitely do that,” she mused, closing the door and going around to the driver's seat.

Grinning to yourself, you watched as she sat into the car and laid her hand on the arm rest. Taking her hand in yours, you gently squeezed her hand and she glanced at you, her face mirroring your joyful expression.

Leaning your head against the seat, you let a smile rest on your face as you calmed your heart after the previous events. After everything that happened you at least knew that even if the cards were stacked against you, you still had one that would always be in your deck.

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Ocs

Psych:

Fic title: the trick is to keep breathing?

Willow Spencer (fc: Victoria Moroles)

Marley Perez (fc: Daniella Nieves)

???

Supernatural:

Fic title: please stop my relentless daughter

Dinah laurel Winchester

Jeremy? (fc: Vincent karthriser??)

Serena sparks (Rowena daughter, Kevin love interest??) fc:kat McNamara or Madison Davenport?

Zoe - Reaper (reader? Reed? Reid?)

Prodigal son:

Aubrey belle hart (fc: Sarah shahi)

Grimm

Title: villeneuve

Lorelai “Rory” burkhardt (Willa Holland???)

Helen (damonfuer) ( first interaction based on knife trick)

? (Willahara)

Merlin: (ad astra per aspera)

Wakely

Buffy:

John Jax

Angel:

Fic title: angel investigations (A&j/AJ investigations) know it well??

Josette Jax

The umbrella academy:

Ivy lane

Sep fic

Keke kennedy fc: Kat graham)

The gifted:

Lynn Allen “Heart” (kaylee frost) (change Lynn’s physical mutation?)

Empath mutant rival

Lorna Dane little sis gravity also Andy li) Luna/lane/Lana/Lori/Miranda “Mira/Mandy/Mimi ” “miracle” Dane? Needs mutant name (zero?) (lady gravity?) (revolution?) (orbit?) (Luna? Lady Luna?)

Tvd:

Rylee O’Connell (Virginia gardener)

Akira Ito

Evander Salvatore (Cameron Kennedy)

Charmed:

Poppy Halliwell (fc: kaylee Bryant)

Separate story

Title: yellow? Dandelion? Heads or tails?

Sophie?? Half-demon/half-witch (Penelope Mitchell

Charmed 2.0

Iris Maxine “Max” Vera fc:

My babysitters a vampire:

Charlotte “Charlie” Cruz (fc: Paris Berelc?)

Legacies:

Cassandra “Cassie” (Ngo) Lockwood (fc: Lana condor)

Emmett Lockwood (fc )

Elenor “Ellie” something-Lockwood (fc)

Lab rats:

acacia “casey” clover

Teen wolf:

Christina “Chris” (Hunter) (mom friend)

The order:

Louise “Lois” Iim (fc: Kristen Kruek)

Titans:

Katherine “Kay” Mulaney

Poi???? Variables

Cj ardnt (parallel to the machnne, maybe Tm I Initials)

Ouat:

Georgiana mills

Freya “Faye” periwinkle

Nancy drew:

Judith “Jude” drew (?):Danielle rose russel?)

Heroes:

Title: bury me dead

Olive Henry

Heroes reborn:

???

Leverage:

estella “este” Jin

Daybreak:

? (Fc: lyrica okano)

Scorpion:

Veronica “Ronnie” Curtis fc: Jenna Ortega

The flash/legends:

Sam Snart (eventually)

E2!Theresa “junior/tess/a” hwang (x Jesse)

Sam and Wally spin-off after legends season 3, they were partners in flashpoint and make appearances in the flash

Prison break:

Selena talia wu Aka TW

October faction:

Bettina “Bette” zhu (fc: Leah lewis)

Arrow:

Elizabeth Erin “Lizzie” lance? Little canary fc giorgia whigham (Quentin forces her to take self defense) (title: behind the eyes?)

Gotham:

Lara Covin fc: holly Marie combs

Kevin Covin (father murderer(

Constance “Connie” Covin fc: Ciara bravo (crime princess??) (father, Mario Calvi)

Sara Essen niece fc: Megan Tandy

Fiona g (final girl) fc:

Fiona’s resurrected friend?

community:

jennifer “cat” winger

stargirl:

raegen “rae” patrisha knight

xmen:

alexandra “alex” logan aka speck

sydney summers aka sparrow

daredevil:

wilhemina “mina” woods murdock

nikita:

oc: birdie oshiro

[kassies-take]

Mama Bear Sara

A/N: My attempt with a Domestic Avalance family, well Sara and you with a bit of Ava and you. I hope you enjoy!

Warning: Drugs, Fights, Fluff

Sara Lance x Daughter!Reader, Ava Sharpe x Daughter!Reader, Avalance

Word Count: 1418

The last bit of sunlight slowly disappeared as the sky in front of you was an admiral blue and the sky behind you was a mix of denim and midnight blue. You had a slight limp and sighed once you reached your home.

Hopefully the mission Ava and Sara had messaged you about would last long enough to cover the black eye you had. A slight joy ran through your body as you slipped your head through the ajared door.

You quietly entered your home and closed the front door slowly. You proceeded to crawl up the stairs to dampen your presence, in case anyone else was home. Once you reached the second floor you tiptoed towards your room, across the hallway from Ava’s and Sara’s room. You were about to reach your room when Sara portaled behind you.

“(Y/N)?”

You turned counterclockwise to prevent Sara from seeing the black eye on your right eye. Luckily the moon lit sky shined on your left side as the shadow of your nose covered the blue and purple bruise.

Sara’s eyebrows kitted together with concern written everywhere on her face. In which you proceeded to ask how the mission was to avoid the topic.

“Hey, how was the mission,” you spoke with exhaustion and rubbed your hands together.

“What happened to your eye?”

“It’s okay, I could cover it with makeup,” you tried to wave it off. “If I wore makeup.”

Sara’s hand immediately flew to move your bangs behind your ear. You slightly flinched, grabbed Sara’s arm and looked down to cover it.

“It’s fine, mama.”

“Who did this to you?”

“I-It’s a long stor-”

“I asked you who,” Sara no longer asked. The mask of concern still worn.

You blinked and flicked your iris down then back up to make eye contact with Sara.

“(Y/BFF/N),” you sighed.

Sara’s shoulder slightly loosened. You knew your mom way to well to see the gears in head turn with a plan of how to murder them.

“But they’re not right in the head. They took something at this party and after that they weren’t the same, started fights, skipped school. I tried to stop them and whatever they took it made them strong, like Supergirl strong. I know it sounds nuts.”

Sara shook her head. “It really doesn’t,” anger now written on her face.

“Mom, (Y/BFF/N) is a friend. They need help not a beat down.”

Sara sighed, reached to inspect your bruise then ran a hand through her own hair. “Ava and I taught you how to defend yourself, not go running into a fight.”

“Mama,” you tried not to raise your voice in this situation. “Tell me that you wouldn’t have done the same thing.”

Sara sighed once again knowing that she would have done the same.

You fidgeted with your fingers as you waited for Sara’s response, you knew walking away at that moment would not result with a pretty ending.

When you were younger and walked away before the conversation ended, it always ended the situation with an angry mom —mostly Ava. And despite the fact that Ava was the head of the Bureau you were more afraid of your reformed assassin mother than ‘follow the protocol’ mom.

“Go wash your face gently and meet me in my room when your done,” Sara descended the stairs to grab ice.

As told, you headed towards your parents room and Sara followed behind you with an English Ice Cap and Acetaminophen in one hand and a glass of water in the other. Sara motioned for you to sit on her bed as she turned on both bedside lamps.

“This should help with the pain,” Sara placed a capsule in your hand and passed the glass of water to you.

Sara leaned against the headboard and sat with her legs crossed. Once you finished the water, you placed the glass on the nightstand and rested your head on Sara’s lap.

With the better lighting Sara checked if the white of your eye or iris was bleeding, asked if you saw double and tested it with placing two fingers in front of you, asked if your nose or eye started to bleed afterwards, and ran the whole concussion test. When she finished she placed the slightly melted ice cap on your eye after she told you to close your eyes.

“Where’s mom,” you finally got to ask after minutes of silence.

“She’s writing the mission report.”

“The one you’re supposed to write?” You snickered in reply.

Sara shushed you while you laughed. Once the laughter died you had to ask the burning question.

“Are you planning to kill (Y/BFF/N)?”

“Maybe just break their arm,” Sara joked. “I don’t want you to investigate this, I have two ideas what it could be.”

“I don’t want to either,” your voice went up a couple of octaves.

“You know you’re a terrible liar like me,” Sara curled her pointer finger and middle and pinched your nose. 

“So you’ve noticed that you’re a terrible liar,” you teased with your eyes closed only to have your voice be nasally due to Sara’s grip on your nose.

“First of all you sound ridiculous, second if you don’t want a second black ey-.”

“Your threats don’t work on me as they do with Confederate zombies, Quentin Turnbull’s cronies, Speedsters and even the Legends.”

“Did you just quote your mom?”

“Speaking of mom. If you by chance give me a second black eye, which I doubt you would cause you love me so much, mom wouldn’t be so happy if she finds out you gave me both black eyes.” 

“Oh, I gave you both now? Is that how it is?” Sara mocked in a sing song voice, stretched out the leg you weren’t laying on and pushed your side. She threatened to push you off the bed. “Long live the king.”

You pulled Sara along with you when she actually pushed you off. You fell into a squatted position and Sara groaned as she fell on her butt. The signature zap of lightning and the room brightening indicated that Ava just arrived home. 

Ava stood in her navy blue pantsuit with her hair on one side, she couldn’t see your face but she gave Sara a look of confusion.

“Do I want to know?” Ava asked.

“Mama pushed me off the bed saying long live the king, and I pulled her down with me.”

Ava smiled and made her way over to the two fallen Lances to kiss both their foreheads. However, she immediately frowned when she saw your eye and kneeled to take a look at your eye.

“What happened to your eye?” Ava looked to Sara for an explanation. “Did you push her to far again?”

“No, she tried to stop a fight between a drug enhanced teenager and other teens.”

“So you pushed her off the bed as punishment?” Ava crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows at Sara. 

You didn’t need a fight to explode this late so you just wrapped your arms around Ava. All was forgiven as Ava hugged back then kissed your forehead. 

“Did you ice it?” 

“Yeah just finished the twenty minutes, now gotta wait for another forty to put it back on.”

“I’ll go empty the ice cap for you,” Ava grabbed the ice cap on the bed and headed to the kitchen downstairs. 

“Do you think mom is going to drag me to the Waverider to have Gideon check on me?” You turned to ask Sara.

“Definitely, quick get under the covers and pretend you’re sleeping.” Sara pulled the blanket to the foot of the bed. 

“Mom knows I can’t sleep that fast.” 

“Do you need me to knock you out?” 

“No!” You crawled into the middle of Sara’s and Ava’s bed. 

Ava walked back into her room, noticed as you and Sara cuddled up next to each other as Sara picked a movie to watch. Ava took the other spot beside you. You didn’t even last thirty minutes of the movie as your head drooped onto Sara’s shoulder. 

Sara continued to watch the movie with you on her shoulder until she couldn’t feel her arms and repositioned you so you laid in between Ava and Sara. 

“Can you believe she tried to stop a fight? It feels like yesterday she was to scared to even harm a fly.” 

“Well that’s a Sharpe-Lance for you,” Sara flashed a proud smile.

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masterlist

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< < One Shots > >

Beignet, Done That (Jake Jensen x Reader) ~In which Jake tries and succeeds at giving you one hell of a surprise, all while setting the kitchen ablaze! (One Shot)

Shirts are for Sharing (Cisco Ramon x Reader) -One Shot

A Princess for Halloween (Cisco Ramon x Reader) -One Shot

Sparring Match (Sara Lance x Fem!Reader) -One Shot

< < ONGOING > >

As Fate Would Have It (1940’s Bucky Barnes x Reader) ~ The year is 1940 and your cover is as a waitress working at a Regular Joe Diner. However, things begin to change when a handsome, dark-haired and blue-eyed stranger walks into your place of work with his friend of small stature who possesses a mighty heart. 

Dangerous Liaisons (Billy Russo x Reader) NSFW ~Blackmail, deceit and death are around every corner as a former military prosecutor tries to bring justice to those whose lives were ruined by the revelation behind The Punisher’s one-man war!

I Don’t Dance To Dubstep (A Deadpool Fic) ~The one where Wade and Cable steal a contract that gets them entangled with a mercenary in desperate need of rent money -while causing an overly large amount of unnecessary destruction!

Himmeløyne (Loki x Reader) ~ What does a Norse trickster god, a village massacre, a life long secret and a now-forgotten past have in common? Nothing, except for the young witch at the centre of it all, with the eyes that change with the sky. -being reworked (edited).

The Liberators (A spin-off of Counterpart) -coming soon!

Pirouette (Bodyguard!Bucky x Reader) -Prologue is live.

< < SUSPENDED > >

Opposing Elements (Peter Parker x Reader) - In which the reader is an alternate version of Marvel’s Black Cat, AKA Felicia Hardy, and their origin story gets tied up with their former best friend, Peter Parker’s alter ego Spider-Man when she plans to jailbreak her father from prison.       (3 Parts)

< < One Shots > >

Glass House (Quentin Beck | Mysterio x Reader)

Master of Illusion (Quentin Beck | Mysterio x Reader) -NSFW*

Sleepytime, Aurora (A Sleeping Beauty spoof fic) -Strange, Loki and Wanda are fairy godparents. Hela is Maleficent!

< < COMPLETE > >

Counterpart (Bucky x Reader x Steve) ~A limited series that poses a what if scenario on account of our beloved characters being someone different in the Framework -where Hydra won and SHIELD is considered the enemy of society. (5 Parts)

Chasing Tornadoes (Stephen Strange x Reader) -Medical procedural limited series set before Doctor Strange.

< < ONGOING > >

The Just Kings Court (Adult! Edmund Pevensie x Reader) ~A common shield maiden pledged to Aslan’s army, a Just King and the unlikeliest of love stories occurs on the battlefields of Narnia (2 Parts -Ongoing)

< < ONGOING > >

The Rebel Queen (Poe Dameron x OFC) ~A Princess on the run with a mission left to her by her late mother, a Duchess out for blood, a hot-shot pilot at his wits end and a General who receives a message from an old friend collide in a skirmish like no other.

The Hideous One (The Mandalorian fic)

< < COMPLETE > >

Meet Cute (Steve Harrington x Reader) ~A stereotypical meet cute brings together an alien film enthusiast and one bored-out-of-his-mind, Steve Harrington (Complete) 

Meet Cute Sequel: Robin’s Girl (Robin x Clara | Steve x Reader)

Banner Girl (Steve Harrington x Reader) -One Shot

Miss Midnight (Steve Harrington x Vamp!Reader) -One Shot

< < ONGOING > >

His Girl Tuesday (Steve Harrington x (oc)Tuesday Adams x Billy Hargrove) -slow updates!

< < One Shots > >

Safe By My Side (Dean Winchester x Reader) -One Shot

< < COMPLETE > >

Mark of the Wolf (Derek Hale x Reader) ~An ancient evil, repressed memories and a veterinarian -who isn’t at all what she seems- turns Derek’s life upside down, and perhaps it’s for the better!  

< < On Going > >

Covet of the Wolf - A sequel to Mark of the Wolf

< < COMING SOON: > >

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Trap of Love - Allegra Garcia x Lance!Fem!Reader

A/n: Just a little PSA, I don’t think Allegra is straight, she has queer vibes.

The first time Allegra saw you, you were next to Joe as she was caught trying to run from the dead eyewitness’ apartment. You used your powers to manipulate shadows to slow her feet down as Joe fire the dampener also known as the Boot at her leg. Her eyes lingered on you in your black leather jacket and black mask. The black lipstick on your lips almost reminded her of someone from the news years ago.

Black Siren.

You’d styled your alter-ego after her and the canaries. You were Laurel’s cousin afterall. Y/n Lance. Your father was Quentin’s brother before they both died, 10 years apart.

///

The second time Allegra saw you, you were standing in CCPD, trying to fight against her cousin, Esperanza. Ultraviolet had shut the lights off, giving you a stronger ability to sneak around and attack until you were hit by a wave of whatever it was from the electromagnetic spectrum. Whatever it was, it hurt like hell. You were blasted back, landing at the feet of Cecile, Joe and Allegra who looked shocked at the black shadows that was leaking off of you.

You swore under your breath as you saw Barry taking hits of ultraviolet light, slamming your hand into the ground to summon an army of shadows as a distraction. Allegra stared in shock at your determination, even when you were in pain and your powers equivalent of bleeding.

By the time Ultraviolet was down, you and the Flash were both lying on the ground, unconscious.

///

The next time Allegra saw you, you weren’t wearing you mask as you shadow-travelled directly into Iris’ office at the Central Citizen, not thinking anyone else would be there.

“Y/n!” Iris yelped, eyes going to Allegra who was staring at you.

“You’re-you’re the shadow woman?” Allegra questioned causing you to roll your eyes.

“It’s Dark Thorn, actually... but... Lance, Y/n, Lance. Pleasure to meet you Miss Garcia.” You replied, putting your hand out for Allegra to shake. She shook it, holding onto your hand for a little while longer causing you to smile slightly, glancing at your feet before Allegra cleared her throat.

“Allegra...” 

“I know, kinda helped save you and Cecile from your cousin and all that...” You smirked causing Allegra to blush.

“Y/n. A word. Outside.” Iris demanded causing your eyes to widen, following her out.

You’d grown up knowing Iris and Barry even though you were a lot younger than them. You grew up next door to the West household with your parents before your father died. You lost your cousin, Laurel after that and then your uncle, Quentin. Your mother moved away from Central City to head to Coast City to retire whilst you had an apartment in Central still.

“Do you have no concept of a secret identity?” Iris questioned as the two of you headed outside Iris’ office.

“Seriously? The amount of people that know Barry is the Flash grows just about every week! Oliver literally outed himself as the Green Arrow! Besides, I trust her... she has a good heart.”

“Don’t you go crushing on my intern...” Iris began causing you to gasp.

“I never said I was crushing on her! She’s cute but... aw, crap...” You mumbled causing Iris to just shake her head with an amused smile as you slipped away into the shadows.

///

You leaned against Iris’ desk, crunching an apple as you, Iris and Cisco waited for Dr Harrison ‘Nash’ Wells to wake up.

“I’m Iris West-Allen, that’s Cisco Ramon and that is Y/n Lance.” Iris began but you faded out a little, staring at the weird device on Nash’s arm.

“Eternium...never heard of it, even in the shadow realm...” You added causing Cisco to pause. “You went to the shadow realm and didn’t take me?-”

“Cisco!” Iris exclaimed causing him to look away from you and back at Nash.

You grimaced as the smoke, covering your face with your hood before hearing a knocking. Allegra’s gaze hit yours before looking at Iris.

“Does she know about the multiverse?” Cisco asked causing Iris to wince. “She kinda does now...”

“Oop... I need to go...” You began but Iris’ hand on your shoulder stopped you as she directed you towards Allegra.

You sat down in one of the chairs as Allegra spoke to Iris. Her arms crossed. Your eyes lingered on her posture before changing your gaze to your hands, glaring at them slightly.

“Also, I quit.” You jumped up then, almost knocking your chair over when a shadow grabbed it and propped it back up.

“Allegra... just let me explain...” You began as Iris tried to persuage Allegra that it wasn’t what she thought.

“I thought you were better... you never lied to me.” Allegra stated causing you to look down at your feet momentarily.

“I’m not lying now or have I ever lied to you. Let me explain, it’s a complicated explanation but-”

“I’m sorry Y/n but I’m not wasting anymore time working for a liar.” Allegra apologised, walking out when Iris spoke.

“Y/n-”

You were gone into the shadows.

Allegra paused, staring at where you had stood before Iris spoke.

“When the time is right, I will tell you everything. I promise.”

///

“Or have my first birthday party. 30 years of existing and I’ve never had one!” You paused as you heard Frost shouting at Barry before your phone buzzed and you slipped into the shadows again.

///

Allegra saw you again at Frost’s birthday party that you invited her to at S.T.A.R. Labs. She avoided Iris but stayed with you, talking and dancing with you and Frost when she came over.

After Allegra left, Frost called you over to the rest of Team Flash were you got your heart broken.

Barry was going to vanish in Crisis and never come back.

///

You were napping on your couch at your apartment when you got a text from Allegra about Harrison Wells in Iris’ office at the Citizen. You yawned before rubbing your eyes, grabbing a piece of chewing gum and slipping into the shadows to travel to Iris’ office.

You frowned as you sarcastically knocked on the door causing Nash and Allegra to look at you.

“We got a problem here or do you usually point that device at young girls, Nash?” You questioned causing Nash to raise an eyebrow.

“Ah, hello, Dark Thorn, is it?” You just nodded, folding your arms to prevent your shadows from attacking.

"Okay, accerelant-”

“Allegra.” You and Allegra both interrupted causing Nash to just grimace, rolling his eyes.

“I’m doing a dig, alright? I need UV rays to complete my dig. You, according to my gauntlet, which is why I was pointing it at her, by the way, are a meta-human with UV capabilities. You see where I’m going here?” Nash proposed causing Allegra to frown.

“You want me to use my powers to help you?”

You phased out for a little until you realised what Nash was doing.

“Nash! I was going to tell her!”

“But you haven’t yet?” “It’s a complicated concept and I don’t know how to start!” You admitted causing Allegra to pause, turning back to look at you.

“Y/n...”

“I’m coming with you.” You affirmed causing Allegra to let out a breath and just nodded.

///

You were lurking in the shadows as you and Nash explained everything, using your shadow travel to avoid having to smell the sewers.

“-speedsters juggling dual identities like The Flash and Barry Allen.” Nash’s rambling as he crunched an apple caused you to let out a squeak, falling from the shadow on the ceiling of the sewer to barely not land on your head.

“Wait. What? My boss’ husband is The Flash. Why did you tell me?”

“Honestly, I told you my identity and Iris gave me an earful because I grew up next door to the West household. Like I said, people find out Barry’s secret identity just about every week...” You explained causing Allegra’s eyes to soften as she looked at you.

///

You watched as Allegra played with her hands, staring at the wall Nash wanted her to blast.

“I...I can’t...” Allegra’s voice crackled at this causing you to step forwards but Nash was already standing infront of her.

“It’s not who I am!” Allegra shouted before she ran away causing you to realise.

“Aw, shrap.” You whispered before running after her without shadow-travelling for once, leaving Nash to stand there in confusion.

///

“Hey...” You whispered as you found Allegra sat on some stairs.

“I’m sorry about back there...” Allegra whispered but you just shook your head, gently lacing your fingers with hers without you even realising you’d done it. Allegra’s eyes drifted from your entwined hands to your eyes.

“Tell me I’m wrong but this is about your cousin right?” You asked causing Allegra to tense. You just sighed, sipping your can of Fanta from your backpack.

“It was the same for me.” You admitted causing Allegra to frown. “What?”

My cousins... Laurel and Sara Lance... Laurel was the Star City Assistant District Attorney and the Black Canary by night then Sara left to captain a time-travelling ship whilst being the White Canary. My dad died in 2008 after I thought my cousin, Sara had died. We lost contact with that side of the family until 2013... Laurel was murdered by Damien Darhk in 2016 then my uncle, Quentin, Laurel and Sara’s father, was murdered in 2018 and I just wondered, how the hell do I be a hero when the people close to me keep dying? How can I ever be like the Black Canary as Dark Thorn? I got my powers the same way you did...”

“The particle accelerator explosion...” Allegra whispered, noticing how you’d teared up slightly.

“Barry and Iris didn’t know I had powers until Dark Thorn appeared. Laurel was dead and I was angry. I styled my alter-ago after the Black Canary costume but then Black Siren appeared and she changed, redeemed herself... she’s Laurel’s doppelganger from another Earth. I adapted my suit to include some darker tones because Dark Thorn right? Also my powers to manipulate shadows got stronger...” You paused, licking your lips as you realised you’d been rambling.

You didn’t notice how Allegra’s eyes drifted to your lips before she stared down at her ripped jeans.

“What I’m rambling on about is that you have to be your own person and own hero. You’re not Esperanza. Using your powers will not make you turn into Ultraviolet. Be your own hero. I didn’t take up the Black Canary mantle, instead, Dark Thorn exists. You’re your own person Allegra and in my eyes, you’re pretty flipping amazing.” You smiled, not seeing how Allegra was blushing more and more as you spoke.

 You were pretty damn oblivious.

///

You gasped as Allegra blasted the wall with UV light, hurrying to her as she held her knees, panting in exhuastion.

“Thank you, Y/n.” She whispered causing you to nod. “You’re welcome, Allegra.”

///

When you saw Allegra again, Nash had just left Iris’ office.

“Damn, already found one of my napping spots.” You joked causing Allegra to turn around to give you a look.

“Hey, Y/n.” She smiled causing you to smile back before you flopped into the end of the couch, pulling Allegra’s feet into your lap.

By the time Iris returned to her office, the two of you were asleep on the couch, causing her to smile before she snapped a photo and slipped out of her office and back down the hallway.

///

You were at S.T.A.R. Labs when Allegra was in Iris’ office, not getting a text until Iris asked you to be in the shadows on back-up for Team Citizen’s stake out.

You lingered in the shadow of the man’s car as Iris and Allegra approached him, all the talk sounded like you were in a fish bowl or underwater but you kept lingering, waiting in case Allegra or Iris were in any danger.

“Easy! I’ve got a taser!” Iris exclaimed causing the man to deadpan.

“And I’ve got a business card. Maelstrom Couriers, the premiere name in high-end transport.”

“Transporting what exactly?” You heard Iris ask but you just muttered under your breath. “Meta-humans?”

“That was a bust.”

“Yup.”

You manifested out of the shadows at that point, making Iris give you a confused look but you just shrugged, chewing the gum in your mouth before you began to walk besides the two of them.

///

“I’m gonna run an errand, you guys want anything or are you going to start working on the Crisis article for 2 days time yet?” You asked causing Iris to give you a look as you just shrugged, nudging Allegra in the ribs before you slipped off.

“She’s right, y’know...” Allegra muttered causing Iris to sigh.

“She usually is...”

///

“How did you-”

“Nash told me, Y/n was filling me in on multiverse stuff then he spat it out.” Allegra explained after you had gone.

///

You were munching on a veggie burger when you heard it. An explosion. You threw your rubbish in the bin before hurrying over to wear the crispy car was with the barbequed body inside.

“Holy shit.”

///

You stood at the car park, on the phone to Joe as the CCPD hurried over. You were still standing there when Allegra, Camilla and Iris turned up.

“So the guy you questioned was killed in the same lot you questioned him in, on the same day-” Camilla began but Iris paused, spotting you staring at the ground.

“Y/n?”

Allegra had a pin badge in her hand as she walked over to you.

“What do you see?” Iris asked causing Camilla and Allegra to frown.

“The shadows around here... the explosion... it was to kill someone off... that pin you’re holding...”

“There’s major UV energy coming off of it.”

“That’s why the shadows are off... UV energy is everywhere but it’s majorly focussed in that...” You whispered as Allegra nodded in agreement.

“Boss, this really seems like a job for-”

You coughed causing Allegra to frown, just raising your eyebrows and gesturing to Camilla.

“She knows already, doesn’t she?” Allegra deadpanned causing you to just nod, running your fingers through your hair.

“Yup.”

“Well boss, looks like Team Citizen has a new mission.” Allegra stated as the four of you turned around to dramatically look on at the remains of the car.

///

You were sat eating a veggie burger in a cafe that definitely wasn’t Big Belly Burger when you got a text about Barry being infected by Ramsay.

You managed to shove the remaining fries in your mouth before you threw money down on the table, apologising to Allegra in between your mouthful before hurrying to S.T.A.R. Labs.

Allegra sighed as she watched you hurry off, blushing as she saw you look back at her before slipping into the shadows to get to S.T.A.R. Labs.

///

You stood next to Frost as the two of you and Cisco waited for Iris to turn up. There was something up about Barry that gave you the creeps. A shiver running down your spine as Iris approached.

“Hey, guys. That’s not Barry.”

That was all Iris needed to say before the four of you turned to look at Barry who was looking at the monitors on the wall.

You jumped back as Cisco attempted to talk to Barry, staring in shock at work of Ramsay. Black goo stained Barry’s lips and his eyes were pure darkness as he growled at the four of you before zipping away in a flash.

Neither you or Frost, Iris or Cisco were able to dodge him, the four of you going flying as you slid across the floor, unconscious as the shadows formed a protective cocoon around you.

///

Allegra frowned at the weird text from you. You’d woken up from the ground of S.T.A.R. Labs and managed to crawl your way to Iris who helped you up.

“I’m going.” You stated causing Iris to just nod.

“Y/n, be careful.” You nodded back before slipping away into the shadows and out of S.T.A.R. Labs.

///

You let out a scream as you forced the shadows to rise and grab the zombies. Their hands went through you due to your density change before you heard Joe scream in pain.

You ran over to find Allegra and Frost with Joe before Frost opened a breach.

“We need to get the hell out of here. Let’s go!” Frost announced as the three of you helped Joe into the breach.

///

You stood next to Allegra as you watched Caitlin and Frost try to help Joe.

You paused as Allegra’s fingers brushed yours before you felt a burning in the back of your head.

The shadows. You frowned, something was wrong.

“But, I can’t do that.” Allegra stated but you shook your head.

“You can do anything, Allegra, you’re amazing like that.”

///

“I have an idea to get you to the pipeline quicker... you might feel a bit dizzy afterwards but...”

“You want me to travel through the shadows with you.” Allegra finished causing your eyes to widen.

“Um... so it sounded better in my head-”

“No, I’ll help... let’s go.” Allegra affirmed, offering you her hand.

You stared at it momentarily before taking it, allowing the shadows to take a hold as the two of you slipped through.

Everything was dark to Allegra and her hearing was muffled but she felt something there too. A presence. Or several. The shadows... were alive?

She gasped as the two of you resurfaced outside the pipeline, Frost standing there with Cisco as Iris held a blaster over Ramsay then Barry.

“When I open this door, I need you to hit these particles with all the UV rays you’ve got.” Cisco instructed, Allegra nodded, glancing at you as you let out a breath, about to speak but you sided against it.

“You got this, don’t hold back.” Frost cheered causing Allegra to nod before she looked at you, pausing as she heard the shadows whisper.

“I believe in you.”

“One rotation left... NOW!” Cisco shouted, you stepped forwards slightly as Allegra yelled, rays of UV energy flowing from her hands and directly into the pipeline.

You didn’t exactly expect a light purple blast to fly out, over everyone before heading out to heal the city.

You froze as Iris lingered over Barry, trying to wake him up. His eyes were dark before they drifted to their normal colour.

“Hey, where’s the scary guy who tried to kill us all?” Frost asked making you huff.

“He won’t get far.” Barry stated, zipping away with his usual yellow lightning.

///

You leaned against the desk as Allegra sat on it, watching Team Flash converge and discuss what had gone on.

“Thank you for what you did, you saved the city.” Barry thanked Allegra who just smiled.

“Right back at ya, but you should really thank Frost and Dark Thorn... they got me there...” Allegra smiled, nudging you in the ribs as you smiled at the ground, cheeks flushing red.

///

You sat on the other side of Iris, staring at your trainers before you felt the ache in your head again.

You stood up, causing everyone to look at you before Barry’s watch glowed red. The skies and the shadows then joined it, causing you to rub your forehead. 

Crisis was here.

///

The last time you saw Allegra on Earth 1, the two of you were standing together, you were shaking, a pain in your head like you’d never felt as Allegra took your hand. 

It was then an idea hit you.

Shadows never stopped existing, no matter what earth you were on.

You slipped into the shadows as the anti-matter wave hit, taking Allegra with you.

///

The first time you saw Allegra on Earth Prime, the two of you woke up on the couches in Iris’ office for the Citizen.

“What the hell?” You whispered, rubbing your ears as they rang slightly. Allegra groaned, throwing her arm over her eyes.

“Now I get why you don’t stay in the shadows for the long-term.” She remarked, coughing slightly.

“Yeah... something’s changed... I don’t think we’re on Earth 1 anymore...” You whispered causing Allegra to frown.

“What do you mean?”

“Let’s just find Iris and Barry... when I get the feeling back in my legs.” You stated as Allegra’s eyes widened as she tried to stand up.

“Honestly, same.”

///

You both were heading to S.T.A.R. Labs when your phoness went crazy causing Allegra to frown. 

“Someone’s trying to rob Jitters?” 

“It’s around the corner, let’s go!” Allegra stated causing you to nod, the two of you jogging over to the coffee shop as lightning flew past.

“Barry’s on his way there.” You panted, the two of you arriving as the Flash had tied up the robber. Barry just nodded at the two of you before he zipped off.

By the time the two of you got to S.T.A.R. Labs on foot, Cisco had filled out a whiteboard with a map of Earth Prime.

“Huh, Chicago and Gotham are kinda in the same place...” You mumbled under your breath making Cisco just let out a noise of exasperation.

“Exactly!”

///

You were lingering in the shadows of Iris’ office as Iris, Allegra, Camilla and Cecile set to work looking into Black Hole.

“Whose now crispier than the chicken strips Allegra insists on ordering for dinner-” Camilla deadpanned causing you to slip out of the shadows momentarily.

“Better than your vegan donuts.” Allegra stated, her gaze catching yours before you walked over to the crime board.

There was something weird about Black Hole. You just weren’t sure what as you turned around, making direct eye contact with Allegra as she took a sip from her hot drink.

///

“This is a cause for celebration.” Allegra stated, holding a bottle of champagne.

“Ooh-” Iris cooed before Camilla interrupted.

“Are you even 21?” You chuckled at that, rolling your eyes as you sipped on a lemonade.

“I’d hold off on the balloons and bubbly. McCulloch Tech just sent a memo. They’re suing the Citizen for defamation.”

You blanked out what Cecile was saying as the shadows began to whisper, Allegra’s focus flying to you as you stared at the window, grimacing in pain for a moment.

“Y/n?”

“Iris, something’s not right.” Cecile sensed but Allegra had just stepped towards you, her hand on your forearm. 

“Everybody down!” Cecile yelled causing Allegra to pull you down to the ground as the other three dropped, staring at the bullet in the wall.

Your arms wrapped around Allegra, listening to Iris tell everyone to head to S.T.A.R. Labs. Allegra frowned, about to ask what you were doing before you pulled her into the shadows, the two of you landing on the floor of S.T.A.R. Labs moments later.

You let out a groan your back hit the floor, Allegra on top of you. You blushed as Allegra’s nose brushed yours before the two of you got up off the floor. Cisco paused, staring at the tow of you before Camilla turned up.

“Are you okay?” Nash questioned, walking straight over to Allegra, Allegra ducking behind you slightly before you just sighed, looking over at the whiteboard.

“A CRISIS YOU STARTED!”

“Which did nothing for the people who died. Oliver. Harry. Jesse. An infinite number of Harrison Wells and we’re stuck with the one who killed the Multiverse.” You grimaced at that, rubbing your eyes as Cisco just turned to Camilla.

///

“So we’ve got a brand new, more powerful, murder-happy, Dr Light on our hands, courtesy of Earth-fracking Prime.” You just sighed, giving Cisco a look before your eyes went to Iris’ crispy arm.

“I’m fine- I said I’m fine-” Iris began to say before she fainted into the arms of Allegra and Camilla. 

“Call Frost, now!”

///

You stepped out of the shadows to back up Frost to take down the new Dr Light. Joe had his shotgun and you were ready to submerge Dr Light in shadows as Frost held her ice daggers.

You didn’t know Allegra was chewing her thumbnail out of worry for both Iris and you.

“Weapon, down. Now!” Joe demanded before a plate got thrown at him causing you and Frost to begin your deadly dance of shadows and ice.

You yelled in shock as Frost took a bullet, using the shadows to hold Dr Light out of rage as you turned to look at Frost.

Your eyes widened as you watched Frost’s eyes glow and the bullet hole react before she pulled the bullet from her collar bone.

She was about to try aim for Frost’s head causing you to react, about to swoop in.

“Screw you.” Frost whispered, not realising how the shadows were gently surrounding her, ready to pull her into their protective husk.

The ringing phone made you release Dr Light’s arm, allowing her to answer.

You gasped as the shadows hold automatically shattered and you landed on your butt.

“That’s it? You’re just leaving?” Frost exclaimed, still leaning on the piano.

“I follow orders.”

///

“So what do you want to watch?” You asked Allegra who shrugged, crunching a piece of popcorn as she glanced around your apartment. Turns out Earth Prime you lived in a nicer apartment which you found weird until you read your phone messages.

“Freaky Friday?” You suggested causing Allegra to pause.

“Yeah sure, can we also watch the Harry Potter series sometime?” Allegra questioned causing you to nod before the doorbell went.

“Delivery is here, your chicken strips await.” You teased causing Allegra to roll her eyes, blushing slightly as you shadowed over to the door to get the delivery.

///

You woke up and Allegra had already left to go get changed and head into work. You’d curled up on the couch where you’d slept, groaning as you saw what date was coming up.

February 14th.

That made you roll over and bury your face in your couch.

///

“You know it’s my understanding that there are two types of people who hate Valentines day...” Frost began, causing Allegra to just internally groan.

She was looking into Emerson Fairweather because she missed him but she didn’t have feelings for him anymore. Not like Frost would believe her though.

“Cupid demands it.” Frost stated before walking off, Allegra staring in shock that Frost didn’t have a decent gaydar.

“What?”

///

You were walking past Jitters when you saw Allegra and Frost inside. A smile crept its way onto your face before it fell into the depths of the earth’s mantle. Allegra was heading over to see Emerson. Of course she was.

You just frowned, turning on your heel before walking away to find something to do. Where was everyone? West-Allen were busy, Frost was with Allegra, Ralph had disappeared and it seemed like everyone was conveniently busy.

So you slipped into the shadows and left Central City, heading for the place that brought up bad memories but you went either way. Post-Crisis, this reality was different to what your memories held.

“Hey, uncle Quentin.”

“Y/n? It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

///

You didn’t know Frost had seen how you stormed away from Jitters after seeing Allegra head over to Emmerson before that girl approached instead.

You spent that day in Star City, barely texting Allegra back.

///

“Look, I’m sorry about Jitters. I know you meant well but-” Allegra began, placing her phone back on the table after trying to see if you’d replied.

“No, I’m sorry. Look, my life coach made my life better. I was just trying to pay it forwards. I probably should’ve gotten the whole story about your break-up, before trying to intervene.” Frost apologised, glancing up at Allegra who had her arms crossed.

“I guess I haven’t exactly been an open book with anyone but Y/n. But she’s in Star City right now for some reason... anyway...”

Frost frowned for a moment before letting it go. “Why don’t you start from page one?”

“After I got out of Iron Heights, I wanted to take a shot at living a normal, non-meta life. That’s when I met Emerson. We became friends. Then we went on a few dates. Had some laughs...but it ran its course so I dropped it.”

“You ghosted him?” Frost raised an eyebrow at this, causing Allegra to sigh, staring at the disintegrated wall.

“You didn’t want him to find out you were a meta.”

“I could barely handle my powers back then... it wouldn’t work. Y/n was the only one who supporetd me and understood me for who I was. Now she’s ghosting me in Star City to see family she barely sees due to bad memories.”

“Y/n also saw us in Jitters and saw you approach Emerson...” Frost admitted causing Allegra to blanch.

“But Y/n knows about what happened and that I don’t... I’ll have to talk to her when she gets back. But whatever I had with Emerson, he probably hates me now for ghosting him.” Allegra stated, chewing the inside of her cheek as she finished speaking. “You don’t know that, you’ve been filling in the blanks without the facts. Coming clean to Emerson might make you feel a lot better, who knows you might even get a friend out of it.” Frost left emphasis on friend as she made a mental note to call you and ask you something.

“But you can’t just assume that life happens in black and white, because life happens in the grey and you need to get out there and live in it.”

///

You stood outside the arena with Zoe who you were babysitting as Rene was busy with his president campaign and Dinah was long gone so she couldn’t babysit. Quentin had told Rene that you’d do it, taking Zoe to see the Hex Girls at the Star City arena.

“Which song is your favourite? I like Earth, Wind, Fire and Air.” Zoe asked causing you to smile at her. “Trap of Love or Hex Girl, honestly. Who Do Voodoo is a good one to start with though, seeing the set list.” You explained, showing Zoe your phone. “Someone called Allegra is really trying to talk to you.” Zoe stated causing you to sigh.

“I know... I’m not ready to talk to her yet... think of it as Trap of Love but the person you like is trying to get back with their ex... so they’re oblivious of your feelings for them...”

“Why don’t you just talk to them?”

“I don’t know how... hey, the line’s moving, let’s go get a decent view.”

///

“I said sorry for ghosting him; told him why. He accepted my apology.” Allegra explained to Frost. “So he’s fine with you being a meta?” Frost asked causing Allegra to grimace.

“He wanted to give us another shot but I told him I’d rather be friends... also turns out his new drummer is bioluminscent.” Allegra explained, making Frost mumble under her breath.

“He wants me to look at his new lyrics before he goes on stage, his band are being eyed to open for the Hex Girls next year.” Allegra stated causing Frost to pause.

“That’s ironic, the Hex Girls are Y/n’s favourite band. Probably why she’s in Star City... maybe she wanted to ask you to go with her but she saw you with Emerson... well, I don’t know, you two can talk when Y/n gets back.” Frost suggested, noticing how Allegra chewed her lip at the mention of you.

 “Thanks for all your help with the grey life stuff. It’s exactly what I needed to hear.” 

“You’re welcome. Although I can’t take all the credit, a friend of mine gave me that advice.”

“Well, tell them thanks too, they may not know me, but they get me.” Allegra smiled before heading out of Jitters.

She’d gotten back to her apartment when her phone began to go nuts. You’d posted on Instagram.

You’d posted several pictures with Zoe before some videos of you and Zoe mouthing the lyrics to Hex Girls songs including Trap of Love, Hex Girl and It’s A Mystery. The two of you were dancing to Who Do Voodoo in a video too.

A final photo set had been uploaded of you and Zoe in Hex Girls merch. There was one photo that took Allegra’s attention. Or the quote under it.

“With this little cobweb potion, you’ll fall into dark devotion, if you ever lose affection, I will change your whole direction...”

“Damn... she’s put a spell on me alright...” Allegra grumbled into her pillow.

///

You sighed as you collapsed on your uncle’s couch. Your phone lying on the coffee table before you reached out to grab it. Clicking the lockscreen on, you smiled at the photo you got of the Hex Girls performing before unlocking your phone and staring at the selfie you’d taken with Allegra.

“Beware the trap of love...” you whispered under your breath before dropping your phone on the table and allowing sleep to overtake you.

[talatomaz]

divided pt.i | team arrow x lance!reader

a/n: this takes place during season 6 where nta is formed. (dinah isn’t in love with vincent)

warnings: mentions of death

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r is a lance!sister aka baby!lance and has the powers of teleportation. she works with team arrow but is also in a relationship with dinah. she has always been loyal to ota as they’re her family but when they betray dinah, rene and curtis...who’s side will she take? the love of her life or her family?

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“To Oliver and Felicity!”

Rene toasted so everyone, including you, raised your glasses of champagne in honour of the newly wed couple.

As everyone clapped, Pink’s ‘Raise Your Glass’ began playing and everyone started to dance. You watched for a minute as Dinah, your girlfriend, and Quentin, your father, danced together. You smiled at them and saw Oliver and Felicity standing above you all on the balcony.

Once you made your way to them, you congratulated the couple and asked to speak to Oliver alone.

You had known Oliver your entire life as he and your sisters grew up together and he even went out with both of them but, let’s just say, that didn’t turn out well. You had mourned him and Sara when the Gambit went down. You did so once again when he returned after 5 years but Sara didn’t. You celebrated when she finally returned and cried when you lost her again.

Then you and Laurel had brought her back to life, only to lose your eldest sister soon after. But through it all, Oliver was there. You were the first to find out his secret identity, even before Felicity and Diggle, and you were his first partner, helping him work his way through his father’s list. Since then, the team had grown substantially, Rene, Curtis and Dinah being the newest recruits.

“I‘m so proud of how far you have come, Ollie. I just can’t believe all of this started with us.” You gestured to everyone below the two of you, dancing away.

“Thank you, y/n. We’ve really come a long way from the people that we were when we were younger.”

“Hey, you were the spoilt rich kid. I was just the nerdy kid who looked up to her sisters.” You both laughed as you leaned against the pillar.

Sighing, you continued speaking,

“Despite the mess that happened between you and Laurel, I know she’s happy for you and Felicity.”

Oliver placed a hand on your shoulder,

“She’d be proud of you, y/n. You may not be the Black Canary but you are your own hero and Laurel wouldn’t have asked for anything more.”

You didn’t respond, tears simply filled your eyes. You reciprocated his smile,

“I lost Laurel and though not a day goes by that I don’t think of her, I’m glad I have you. I may have a lost a sister but I gained a brother.”

Oliver’s eyes welled with tears as he pulled you in for a tight hug and choked out ‘thank you’. During the embrace, Felicity returned, shocked at the change in your emotions,

“Wow, y/n. What did you say to make Oliver cry?”

You hugged the hacker and stood on your tiptoes so you could place a gentle kiss on the vigilante’s cheek, his beard lightly scratching your skin as you did so.

“Just the truth.” You replied matter-of-factly before leaving the duo to find your father.

Upon finding him, Dinah told you she had to leave to take care of something so you kissed her goodbye and started to dance with Quentin.

As you both swayed to the music, your father spoke, “You know I love you, y/n? And whomever you love doesn’t change that.”

You stopped to stare up at him, confused at his words before you realised,

“Of course, Dad. I know...Oh, you know about your Nazi doppelgänger, don’t you?”

He nodded, “Cisco let it slip after Barry told him.”

You shook your head in contempt, “You’re the best father anyone could wish for. That Earth Xer is nothing like you. No one could ever live up to you.”

Quentin hugged you close and you both continued dancing until he spotted Donna, his ex and Felicity’s Mum, and approached her to make amends before being interrupted by a phone call.

***

“I still think Dinah should have been with us, hoss.”

You had all returned from a mission with the exception of Dinah who was at the SCPD, according to Oliver.

“Hey. Did you guys just get back from the field? Why didn't I get a call?”

Dinah entered the bunker, staring at you all in shock.

“I thought you were stuck in an important meeting at SCPD. Right, Ollie?”

You asked the vigilante who didn’t answer and instead requested to speak privately with Dinah.

When she refused, he cleared his throat and approached her, “I know that you’ve been meeting with the vigilante in secret.”

“You followed me?” She questioned in disbelief.

“I did.” He answered making you and Dinah to freak out.

He explained, or rather, shouted that someone on the team had betrayed him and believed that person to be Dinah.

“I think you have given me no reason to trust you.”

At this point, you had had enough and stood between Oliver and Dinah to prevent a physical confrontation.

“Ollie, if she’s meeting with Vince, it’s none of your business.”

“Oh, so you knew about Dinah meeting Vigilante?”

You winced at the venom in his voice before replying with the same level of spite, a sneer painted on your face.

“No, I didn’t. But whether or not I knew makes no difference. It’s Dinah’s business and her’s alone. She would have told me when she wanted to. The fact remains that she has been a part of this team for almost a year, has saved your life, mine and everyone’s here’s countless times. Or did you forget that, Oliver?”

Now it was the latter’s turn to wince. You rarely called him by his full name, opting to call him by the nickname you had used since you were a child.

His mouth opened but no words came out so Curtis began speaking and mentioned there was no way of knowing who betrayed the team which ended in Diggle letting slip a secret.

“Wait, you followed us? Even me?”

They didn’t answer because Rene had shouted to quieten you all. He revealed that he was the witness testifying against Oliver because he was threatened that his daughter would be taken away from him. Oliver, understandably angry, kicked him out causing Dinah and Curtis to follow.

That left you standing with OTA who were all staring at you but you had no words for them. You knew you had to work with them because your father had been kidnapped by Cayden James and you would do whatever it took to get him back. But it didn’t stop you being frustrated with them.

You turned around and started to leave before stopping when Felicity called your name.

“I can’t be here right now. I am so angry with all of you.” You said over your shoulder and then left the bunker.

Taking your phone out of your pocket, you called your girlfriend who answered on the first ring.

“Dinah, I’m so sorry for what they did. I didn’t know.”

“God, y/n. How the fuck could they do that?”

“I don’t know. I just left,” you sighed, “Look, this is a messy situation for me and I don’t want to be caught in the middle. Just know that I love you.”

“I know you didn’t have anything to do with it. I appreciate you sticking up for me.”

“Of course. I’d do anything for-”

Before you could finish your sentence, you heard someone come up behind you and as you turned to face the assailant, you felt a prick in your neck. You immediately felt woozy, your legs weak as you fell into someone’s arms as Dinah’s voice became muffled.

“Y/N?!”

***

You groaned as you came to. Your head was cloudy, your vision blurred. You heard muffled shouts of your name and when you started to gain consciousness, your head lolled to the side and you saw your father tied up and a familiar face standing beside him.

“Dad? Laurel? What happened?”

You started to become more alert, taking in your surroundings as you realised that you were chained to a chair. You had been kidnapped by Cayden James too. Fuck’s sake, that’s all you needed.

“How could I be mad at you, Dad? I’ve done way worse.”

You had been gone for a least an hour or two, and by now, you knew the team had figured out that you had been taken. Cayden James had ordered a reluctant Laurel to keep you just barely conscious to stop you from using your powers to escape.

With you reaming in and out of consciousness, you had just about managed to explain to Quentin what had happened before you were taken. You had learned that he was the first to know about the mole and had told Oliver, agreeing to keep you out of the loop. If it was any other person, you would’ve been angry but in this moment, you couldn’t be.

“Laurel and I lied to you about Sara’s death and we lied again when we didn’t tell you about us bringing Sara back. And I didn’t trust you to tell you that I had tried to bring Laurel back the same way we did Sara when she died. So how can I be mad? You’re my father.”

“Run.”

Laurel freed the cable ties that bound you and your father. You both stared in shock and the three of you turned when Oliver aimed an arrow at your sister’s doppelgänger.

“Thank you, Laurel.” You said quickly and she screamed her cry and disappeared.

***

After Laurel allowed you and your father to escape, you went back to the bunker; your father went back to his office to take care of some business.

And once again, Oliver kicked Rene out which led to Dinah and Curtis also quitting the team for good. She smiled at you before leaving, a quick gesture letting you know that she wouldn’t hold your decision against you.

It was like deja vu.

Just yesterday, you were in the same position. Left standing alone with OTA, except you decided to get some answers this time.

“I want to know the truth. Did you track me too?”

“No, I swear.”

At Oliver’s answer, you walked up the stairs leading to the centre of the bunker where all the computers were situated and began typing. Not nearly as good as Felicity but still experienced with computer systems, you pulled up the records and saw folders on Dinah, Rene and Curtis but not one on you. Granted, they could have erased it but there wasn’t any indication of that in the line of code.

“You don’t believe me?”

“No.” Your voice broke with that word, the feelings of betrayal coursing through you.

“Y/N-“

“No. Let me speak. Please.” You added in a whisper.

“I’m not angry anymore. I’m hurt. It would’ve hurt knowing that you had tracked me but what hurts more is the fact that you didn’t trust me enough to tell me. I’ve known you my entire life, Ollie. And I’ve known who you were long before Felicity and Dig knew. And yet, you couldn’t come to me with this.”

Oliver slowly approached you, as if you were a startled animal; Felicity and Dig opting to remain where they were.

“You hurt me, Ollie.” You repeated.

“You made me a fool. I gave you that whole speech at the reception and you just threw it back in my face. In the entire 24 years I have known you, not once have you ever betrayed me. Not ever. Until now.”

You quietened, the uneasy silence filling the air, and you turned to leave when Oliver grabbed a hold of your arm to stop you.

You looked into his eyes and saw they were filled with unshed tears, and in a sudden movement, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him.

Reluctantly pushing him away, you wiped your tears away,

“I need time, Ollie.”

He softly nodded and his hold on you relented, allowing you to leave the bunker.

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