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moonsnightowl · 1 year ago

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

He's so precious I love him so much 😭❤️

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.”

#jim gordon x reader #jim gordon fanfic #jim gordon #james gordon #the dark knight trilogy #sergeant gordan #quentin lance #arrow #dark knight x arrow crossover #gary oldman fanfiction

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acernusaurus · 2 years ago

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A vignette series of bonding moments between Ava Sharpe and Quentin Lance.

This has been around for some time now but I am officially venturing off into post-canon.

#legends of tomorrow #ava sharpe #sara lance #avalance #quentin lance #things that dads do #my writes #fanfiction

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boopsterliv · 3 years ago

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Canaryfire soft prompt: Hanging out together often

(Quentin and two of his daughters go help his other daughter (who captains a timeship) with a mission. He then finds out that his oldest is incredibly oblivious. It is crack filled chaos! Feel free to prompt me if you’re interested! AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38856489)

“Baby, you didn’t have to come with me.” Quentin ran a hand through his hair as Laurel took the box he was holding from him. Felicity was checking her phone one last time for messages as they made their way to the rendezvous point.

“But I want to come. I miss Sara too. Plus, it’s always fun on the Waverider. I’ve missed it.”

Yeah, I’m sure Sara is the only reason you’re going, he thought wryly. Sara hadn’t been afraid to tell him how much Laurel had been spending time with her right-hand man. Mick Rory, arsonist, former Central City rogue, and now a Legend. The criminal part didn’t faze Quentin much-Sara was dating Rory’s criminal partner after all-but Laurel seemed oblivious to what was happening. At least, that was his suspicion. He hadn’t seen Laurel and Rory together at all.

“Well, I’m glad you’re tagging along!” Felicity replied, putting her phone back in her pocket. “I’m so excited to see the Waverider! It is so cool that Sara captains a time machine! I can’t wait to see her again, honestly. Yeah, we’re going on business, but it’s still gonna be awesome.”

“Speaking of business, why are you guys going on the Waverider?”

“The Legends have a mission in Starling!” Felicity explained excitedly. “Sara called your dad in order to help them strategize and stuff. Of course, they can obviously do it on their own, but even the professional thieves wanted some insight on the past police patterns. It’d be harder without our insight. We’re invaluable in this mission! I think. Are we? I didn’t ask Sara!”

Laurel laughed. “Fliss, of course you’re invaluable. Sara will be excited to see you.”

“Please, I’m expected to show up! You, on the other hand? Oh my glob, Sara is going to scream! She’ll be so excited!”

Quentin chuckled, seeing the ship come into view. “I think she’ll be excited to see all three of us, Felicity.”

“Well, I really hope s-wowwwwwww. This is so cool! It’s every sci-fi fan’s dream come to life!” Felicity looked like she was five seconds away from suddenly combusting and lighting on fire. She might be reaching her nerd limits, and if she didn’t survive Donna would have his head.

“It is impressive,” Quentin agreed. “Although we shouldn’t stand here looking for too long. We’ve got a mission to get done.”

Felicity, although clearly ready to geek out, schooled her expression and took a deep breath. She was usually bubbly, friendly, and sweet, but she knew when to get serious. Laurel, dressed in an oversized brown flannel (how had he not noticed it before?), shrugged.

“Looks like a spaceship to me.”

Felicity’s mouth dropped open, and presumably whatever retort she was going to give was lost as all that came out was a high-pitched croak. Quentin gave a snort and walked up to the open ramp, his daughters-he wasn’t married to Donna yet, but Felicity was practically his third kid-following behind him.

Quentin went through the ship, using his memory to remember which way to go since the last time he was here to visit Sara a few months ago. Laurel and Felicity followed, both looking at the walls with very different levels of enthusiasm. Finally, they made it to the bridge.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here? A couple of trespassers?” Sara said jokingly. She looked happy right now, and Quentin felt nothing but love for his daughter. She had been through so much, and now stood strong with everyone around her giving her nothing but respect and admiration.

“Look at that, Daddy. You’re now a criminal.” Laurel laughed as he shot a mock glare at her.

“Well then, I suppose we should get started?” the older gentleman-Professor Stein if he remembered correctly-tentatively asked. Sara nodded in agreement as she welcomed in her family and gave each of them a big hug. Apparently, the AI had made two seats for the expected guests.

“I can stay standing, Laurel,” he offered, but his oldest set the box down on the weird table and shook her head stubbornly.

“No way. You were invited, I was the surprise. I’ll be fine.”

“But Laurel...” Felicity started, before Mick Rory (it was hard to forget what he looked like) stood up and shrugged.

“You can have my seat. I can stand.”

“Mick...” Laurel started, but the former(?) arsonist/criminal shrugged.

“It doesn’t matter much to me.”

“But... I don’t know, I feel guilty? I take a lot of stuff from you...”

“Like his shirt!” a woman of middle eastern decent exclaimed. She must’ve been new to the team. But he didn’t have time to think about that.

“Excuse me... what?”

“Oh, yes, detective,” Leonard started, with a smirk that meant trouble (he was usually already on thin ice to begin with when it came to him), “Miss Canary is wearing one of Mick’s old shirts. He found it when he moved into his new room.”

While part of Quentin was tempted to rise to the uncomfortable bait, he kept himself focused on the first thing. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me you were seeing this guy?”

But Laurel just blinked, and Rory gave a confused grunt. “What do you mean? Mick and I aren’t dating. Daddy, I would’ve told you if I was dating someone.”

“But... but you talk about him all the time!”

“So? We’re friends and friends talk about each other.”

“You’re usually spending all of your free time with him.”

“Yeah, because we have fun together. Again, we’re friends.”

“You also wear all the gifts he gets you.”

Laurel blushed and touched the phoenix charm on her necklace. “He hasn’t gotten me a lot of gifts.”

“Well-baby-you’re wearing his shirt!” Quentin felt exasperated. But the two of them just blinked. This was like a detective case. He now had evidence of his suspicions that the two of them had... feelings for each other. Except they don’t realize they do.

“Obliviousness runs in the family, Daddy,” Sara muttered in his ear before clapping her hands and taking control of the mission planning. Quentin was left not knowing which was worse.

The fact another one of his daughters was in love with a criminal, or the fact she didn’t realize it.

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kitkatt0430 · 4 years ago

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Arrow (TV 2012) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sara Lance & Oliver Queen, Quentin Lance & Sara Lance Characters: Sara Lance, Oliver Queen, Quentin Lance Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Minor Barry Allen/Oliver Queen, Oliver encouraging Sara to reveal herself to Laurel, Friendship, Quentin doesn't hate Oliver anymore, they both find this lack of hatred weird though, Sara wants to go home, Bisexual Character(s), Discussion about Ivo, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Ivo was a shitty person, Even though Sara wants to go home she's just not ready yet, Tommy Lives, he doesn't show up here but Tommy definitely lives, Past Nyssa al Ghul/Sara Lance, Emotional Hurt/Comfort Series: Part 3 of The Scientific Method Summary:

Buoyed by his success in telling Thea the truth about his vigilantism and how well things have been going since Tommy joined Team Arrow, Oliver tracks down Sara's latest haunt to try and convince her to reach out to Laurel. Turns out he's not the only one who's hoping to bend her ear that evening.

#arrow #fanfiction #sara lance #quentin lance #oliver queen

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smoaking-greenarrow · 6 years ago

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Arrow Out of Context: Sentence Prompts Part Four

Some of my favorite season 4 quotes — as prompts! ;)

Send me a number!

1. “Well, it looks like it’s just the three of us. Team Arrow. The original gangstas.”

2. “Fifteen minutes til the end of the world, and you want to spend them with me. I am touched.”

3. “I’m sorry...did I leave you with the impression that I was a rational guy?”

4. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Just get the son of a bitch.”

5. “That has always been the way with us, Felicity. You are the one who brings the light.”

6. “She’s always been there. She’s my rock. She was my rock.”

7. “You two give the rest of us hope.”

8. “Hey, I’m a Vegas girl. Whoever you owe money to is going to have to get up pretty early in the morning to take me on.”

9. “In deference of good taste, we will forego the removal of shirts.”

10. “It was just going to be you against the world and that was going to be your armor.”

11. “I love how playing superhero is what we consider normal.”

12. “First you catch me, then you break me out, then you want to catch me again. Make up your mind!”

13. “Just so you know, if you had asked me, I would have said yes.”

14. “Honestly, Oliver, it’s even easier to break in here than it was at your last lair.”

15. “What do you want?” “Well, something I can’t have, apparently.”

16. “Felicity Smoak is one of the smartest, most badass women on the planet.”

17. “You know if I knew you were surrounded by so many pretty girls, Oliver, I would have stopped by sooner.”

18. “Okay I know that was kind of a bust, but wasn’t it fun having the original Team Arrow back together?”

19. “Let’s get one thing straight. The only person who gets to talk in sentence fragments around here is me.”

20. “Felicity, wanna play a game?” “What game are we playing?”

21. “This isn’t about Ray. It’s about us.”

22. “You faced down mirakuru soldiers and the League of Assassins. Are you honestly telling me that you couldn’t say no to my mom?”

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kyliafanfiction · 6 years ago

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Chapters: 10/? Fandom: Arrow (TV 2012) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Laurel Lance/Oliver Queen, Laurel Lance & Sara Lance, Oliver Queen & Thea Queen, Laurel Lance & Quentin Lance & Sara Lance Characters: Laurel Lance, Oliver Queen, Sara Lance, Quentin Lance, Thea Queen, Moira Queen, Tommy Merlyn, Malcolm Merlyn, Felicity Smoak, John Diggle Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Laurel and Oliver were Both on the Queen's Gambit, Sara Wasn't, Alternate Season 1, Detective Sara Lance, Laurel is the Black Canary From the Start, Expect Major Divergence from Canon, More Character and Pairing Tags May Be Added as Time Goes On, Lance Family Dynamics, Queen Family Dynamics, I feel like I should be adding more tags but I can't think of any right now Summary:

What if Oliver Queen hadn't let his commitment issues sabotage things with Laurel? What if he'd invited Laurel onto the Queen's Gambit, instead of Sara? And what happens in Starling City when, five years later, The Arrow and the Black Canary, together, go after the List and the rest of the City's criminals? And what happens when Detective Sara Lance finds out her sister is one of the two Vigilantes that are bringing on the dawn of a new age?

Another Archer shows up in Starling City, targeting people on the list. The Black Canary and the Hood have no choice but to reach out to the Detectives Lance to try to stop this new foe calling them out.

And if the Detectives Lance want to stop this copycat Archer, they’ll have to work - even if only a little bit - with the very criminals they’re hunting to get the job.

With many thanks to @hufflepuffjohnjaqobis for beta-reading.

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#Lauriver #Laurel Lance #Sara Lance #Oliver Queen #Quentin Lance #Vigilantes' Dawn #My Fic #Arrow Fanfiction

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prettylittleliarliziexoxo · 6 years ago

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Searching for an Olicity fan fiction

So I found this fan fiction on here really late last night and it was 33 chapters so I didn’t finish it and my stupid brain did not click to bookmark it or like it even so I could find it again to finish.

Anyway it’s an Oliver bratva arranged marriage story - felicity is a lance - Quentin, Dinah, Laurel and Sara are her family. Quentin is a big deal in the bratva world and wants Oliver to marry his youngest daughter to protect her from people who could come after her due to her hactivism.

Oliver has had past relationships with laurel and Sara so she at first doesn’t really want to and totally chews Oliver out which makes Oliver fall for her more.

Robert queen is alive and a total dick - he rapes young girls, we find Moria finds him these girls to keep him away from Thea, who even been his daughter Robert would be totally okay going there. Robert tries to rape felicity during the fic.

Moria is alive, tommy is alive but as tommy queen and Thea.

Felicity used to have a massive crush on Oliver when younger but still is wary due to him being with her sisters. Sara encourages her completely. Sara wants her baby sister to be as happy as she is - with her girlfriend Nysa. Laurel is an absolute bitch with a drinking problem who keeps filling felicity’s head with shit like Oliver’s just going to run back to her and Oliver’s sleeping around and keeps flirting with Oliver.

Felicity’s best friend is Helena bertinelli.

Oliver stopped sleeping with anyone else as soon as he met felicity and found out about the arrangement.

Oliver and felicity fall for each other more and more as the story goes on - they are in love.

And they havent even got to their arranged marriage yet !

John Diggle is felicity’s personal bodyguard.

Slade Wilson is Oliver’s second in command and bestie.

Uh so this story is brilliant and I’m only half way so I really want to find and finish it.

It’s on archive of our own.

Please help a girl out 😘😘

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imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul · 8 years ago

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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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theblackpanther · 7 years ago

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7 7 7 meme

Tagged by @filigranka :)

The rules are as follows: Go to page 7 of your WIP, go to the seventh line, share seven sentences, and tag 7 more writer-bloggers to continue the challenge.

tagging: @acastleintheclouds @girafsandotherelephantslike @merryloon @alfaaurigae @prettycanarynoir @abberryyang @szmaragdrac

From chapter 20 of A Professional Observation. Quentin’s reflections on the Arrow and how his “cooperation” with the cops used to look like.

“Over time, most of the cops from the precinct in Glades started to share the views of their Captain—at least partially. The individual opinions about the Arrow varied, usually depending on rank. Many young beat cops thought that he was a godsend, saving them a great deal of work. All they needed to do was to put behind bars the criminals the vigilante targeted and fill in the report. The detectives generally stayed civil. Some of them complained that he interfered with their job and destroyed evidence, but it was more out of habit, as the vigilante started to show more caution to not ruin cases they have been working on for months (Lance personally took care of informing him where he didn’t want to see any green arrows flying). The guys from the Central Station though, who rarely had anything to do with the Arrow, hadn’t thought about him as someone who could offer any “help”.“

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agentmarymargaretskitz · 7 years ago

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Sequel requested by @dragonydreams and @larielromeniel for this fic. Quentin gets to find out that CC is engaged.

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Breaking the news of the engagement to Sara’s father was not discussed any further until the couple arrived in Star City. They found a parking stall not too far from the restaurant they were meeting Quentin at and walked the rest of the way there. Through the window, both assassin and crook could see the former’s father waiting at a table. A waiter brought them over to him after Sara explained they were with him.

“If he kills me tonight, I’d like you to know I’ll still be in love with you,” Leonard whispered to her.

“No one is dying tonight,” Sara told him softly before smiling over at her father. “Hi, Daddy.”

Quentin smiled and rose from the table to give his daughter a hug. “Hey, baby girl. It’s good to see you. How long has it been?”

“About four months since we last saw you,” she replied, stepping back so her father could face her fiance.

When they had first met, Leonard and Quentin had been frosty at best with each other. The former police captain and reformed crook did not see eye to eye. It was only when Leonard and Mick stepped in with Ray to lend an assist to Team Arrow were they finally able to stand being in the same room together. Since then, there was a grudging respect between the two men.

“Leonard,” Quentin held out his hand, which Leonard shook. “Good to see you.”

“You too,” Leonard replied.

He gave a gruff nod as they all took a seat. While they studied their menus and caught up with each other, Sara kept the engagement ring out of sight. Once the orders had been placed, she turned to Leonard and gave a tiny node. Now was the time to tell her father.

“So, Dad,” Sara began. “There’s a reason that we asked you out here tonight. We’ve got some news we need to share with you. Some really good news.”

Quentin lowered his water glass. “Are you pregnant?”

Sara shook her head. “No, Dad. Not pregnant.”

“Oh,” Quentin sighed, looking a slight bit relieved. “Sorry, go on.”

Sara slowly raised her hand to show off the engagement ring with a broad smile. “We’re engaged.”

Leonard watched as Quentin stared at the ring before turning towards him. “You didn’t steal it, did you?”

“No,” he shook his head. “Worked with STAR Labs to have it made custom for her.”

That was the truth, and it seemed to satisfy Quentin. However, the older man seemed at a total loss for words now. Two minutes ticked by with no conversation. Finally, Sara was the one to speak up.

“Dad, are you okay?” she asked finally.

“Yeah,” Quentin nodded. “Just had to work out what I want to say.”

He turned towards Leonard. “If Sara had come to me and told me she was going to marry Captain Cold back when the Flash was first running around the Central City, I would have been fuming. I’d have preferred an assassin daughter-in-law to a criminal son-in-law. As far as I knew, you only gave a damn about pissing off cops and stealing the most valuable thing your smartass came across.”

Leonard didn’t say a word, but Quentin was pretty spot-on.

“But that was the past,” the older man continued. “The man I’m sitting across from is a different person than the man I’d heard stories about. The Leonard Snart in front of me is a man I’m going to be proud to call my son-in-law.”

The speech was sappy, but Leonard appreciated the sentiment. “Thank you, Mr. Lance.”

“You can call me Quentin,” he chuckled. “Congratulations to both of you. After the hells you’ve been through, you deserve happiness.”

“Thanks, Daddy,” Sara smiled.

Leonard nodded. “Thank you, Quentin.”

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habibialkaysani · 7 years ago

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Renascence (Laurel/Nyssa; E) - Part I

Ships: Laurel/Nyssa

Summary: After Laurel dies protecting Thea from Damian Darhk, Nyssa tries (and fails) to come to terms with her death.

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A/N: Hugs and thanks and cookies to @yellowflicker09011996 for reading this through for me. You’re a star!

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Nyssa’s not there when Laurel dies, but she wonders as she makes her way back to Star City if Laurel died how she wanted to. Laurel’s always said that the life she’s led - a good end would be a privilege. But she’s also said that someone once told her there are no good ways to die.

And Nyssa’s inclined to agree with the latter.

After all, dying at Damian Darhk’s hand, even if the arrow was aimed at Thea, cannot by any means have been a pleasant death. Nyssa’s not sure such a thing even exists, and this is coming from an assassin who has inflicted death on hundreds. At the same time, though, Nyssa thinks as she prepares to knock on Quentin Lance’s door, she also knows Laurel wouldn’t really have it any other way. She loves Thea - a fact Nyssa is painfully reminded of when she finds the door opened by none other than Thea Queen herself, her eyes blotchy with tears.

“Nyssa...”

“Miss Queen,” Nyssa says politely.

“What are you doing here?”

“Laurel was my friend.”

“I think you and I both know she was a lot more to you than that,” Thea says, and her voice is thick with emotion.

(Nyssa has the sudden, mad urge to laugh as she remembers Thea walking in on her and Laurel on the couch, and Thea’s eyes widening and her turning on her heel and leaving as quickly as she came, yelling something about putting a sock on the door next time.)

“You are correct,” Nyssa says, and she’s suddenly overcome with emotion and has to turn away hastily to hide the tear falling from her eye. “Which is why… I thought it prudent to at least pay my respects.”

“Come in,” Thea says unexpectedly. Surprised, Nyssa steps inside, and she feels the ghost of Laurel immediately the moment she sets foot in the oh so familiar apartment.

“How are you feeling?” Nyssa asks, more because she can’t stand the silence than because she wants to really converse with her.

“I’m okay,” Thea says, even though it’s clear she’s anything but. “I - feel like it’s my fault.”

“She died how she lived, Thea,” Nyssa tells her. “Protecting the people she loved. And she loved you, very much.”

Thea’s eyes scrunch shut for a moment, as though she’s steeling herself. “I know she did. But she loved you too,” Thea replies, and the two of them nod in acknowledgement of each other.

“Where is Mr Lance?” Nyssa asks after a moment. But at this Thea shakes her head.

“I - he’s in a state.”

“I would like to see him.”

Thea points to Laurel’s bedroom, and, closing her eyes, Nyssa goes inside, wishing she could force out the many memories she had made in that very room. She finds Quentin sitting on the bed, staring into nothingness, Laurel’s Black Canary mask in his hands.

“Captain Lance,” she starts to say, and immediately he looks up.

“Oh,” he says, “it’s you.”

“I am so very sorry for your loss.”

“Yeah, I bet you are.”

“To lose one daughter is unimaginable, but for it to be both children...”

“You and I have never been on the same side of things,” Quentin says, “so why are you really here?”

“To pay my respects,” she says, unperturbed by his abruptness.

And to her surprise he looks apologetic for a moment. “Of course. Laurel - thought of you as a friend.”

“Just as I thought of her. She brought me comfort during one of the most difficult times of my life. The world - my world especially - will be a darker place without her.”

“Then why aren’t you doing something about it?” he says.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

Nyssa looks closer, and when she does, she sees how bloodshot his eyes are. “Laurel - when she brought back Sara, she said she did it through this thing called a Lazarus Pit. Something that could revive the dead. Something that was your father’s. Something Oliver used to bring back Thea.”

“I would do anything for your daughter,” Nyssa says sincerely, “anything at all. I -”

“- loved her?” Quentin says.

In a rare moment Nyssa instantly loses her composure, spluttering. “I - how did you...”

“She never told me,” Quentin says, “but I could see it. In her eyes. There was a time, a brief time, last year, when she was happy. Truly happy. And the funny thing about grief is that it puts things into perspective. Makes you put two and two together.”

“We were never together,” she admits. “Not really. But I did love her. I - know it cannot be easy -”

“- having someone tell me they loved both my daughters? Been there, done that. And - whatever your faults, at least I can’t blame you for my daughter’s death like I did with Oliver.”

“I am so very sorry,” she says again, aware that her words sound hollow when she can feel the sharp pain of Laurel’s absence slicing so deeply through her heart. “Not just for your loss. I - you said I could do something about Laurel’s death. I cannot. For I destroyed the Pit months ago.”

Quentin sighs. “And it’s one of a kind, right?”

“No,” Nyssa answers after a moment, and Quentin looks up hopefully. “There is another. Belonging to my sister, Talia.”

“So why can’t we use it?”

“I do not even know my sister’s whereabouts, much less if she will allow me to use her Pit for my own ends. Besides which - it would be selfish of us, of me, given the side effects of resurrecting someone with it.”

“You mean the bloodlust that Sara went through.”

“Yes. Thea, too. And unlike with Thea there will be no cure for it. None but killing the one who killed her.”

But at this Quentin gets to his feet. “If you’re saying that’s what we have to do,” he says determinedly, “then do it. Do whatever you have to. We’ll deal with the consequences later. I just - I can’t lose my baby girl. Not after losing Sara twice.”

“But -”

“But nothing. You say you loved her?”

“With everything in me,” Nyssa replies instantly.

“Then you would do whatever it takes to get her back.”

“Even if it comes at a price?”

“It’s a price I’m willing to pay,” Quentin says firmly. “And if you loved her, you would too. In a heartbeat.”

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