#quentin x donna

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Psyco (1960) Alfred Hitchcock Il mago di Oz (1939) Victor Fleming Il padrino (1972) Francis Ford Coppola Quarto potere (1941) Orson Welles Pulp Fiction (1994) Quentin Tarantino I sette samurai (1954) Akira Kurosawa 2001: Odissea nello spazio (1968) Stanley Kubrick La vita è meravigliosa (1946) Frank Capra Eva contro Eva (1951) Joseph L. Mankiewicz Salvate il soldato Ryan (1998) Steven Spielberg Cantando sotto la pioggia (1952) Stanley Donen e Gene Kelly Quei bravi ragazzi (1990) Martin Scorsese La regola del gioco (1939) Jean Renoir Fa' la cosa giusta (1989) Spike Lee Aurora (1927) Friedrich Wilhelm Murnau Casablanca (1942) Michael Curtiz Nashville (1975) Robert Altman Persona (1966) Ingmar Bergman Il padrino - Parte II (1974) Francis Ford Coppola Velluto Blu (1986) David Lynch Via col vento (1939) Victor Fleming Chinatown (1974) Roman Polanski L'appartamento (1960) Billy Wilder Tokyo Story (1953) Yasujirō Ozu Susanna! (1938) Howard Hawks I 400 colpi (1959) François Truffaut Gangster Story (1967) Arthur Penn Luci della città (1931) Charlie Chaplin La fiamma del peccato (1944) Billy Wilder L'impero colpisce ancora (1980) Irvin Kershner Quinto potere (1976) Sidney Lumet La donna che visse due volte (1958) Alfred Hitchcock 8 1/2 (1963) Federico Fellini Ombre rosse (1939) John Ford Il silenzio degli innocenti (1991) Jonathan Demme Fronte del porto (1954) Elia Kazan Io e Annie (1977) Woody Allen Lawrence d'Arabia (1962) David Lean A qualcuno piace caldo (1959) Billy Wilder Fargo (1996) Joel e Ethan Coen Il mucchio selvaggio (1969) Sam Peckinpah Moonlight (2016) Barry Jenkins Shoah (1985) Claude Lanzmann L’avventura (1960) Michelangelo Antonioni Titanic (1997) James Cameron Notorious - L'amante perduta (1946) Alfred Hitchcock Mean Streets (1973) Martin Scorsese Lezioni di Piano (1993) Jane Campion Non aprite quella porta (1974) Tobe Hooper Fino all'ultimo respiro (1960) Jean-Luc Godard Apocalypse Now (1979) Francis Ford Coppola Come vinsi la guerra (1926) Buster Keaton In the Mood for Love (2000) Wong Kar-wai Interceptor - Il guerriero della strada (1981) George Miller Il lamento sul sentiero (1955) Satyajit Ray Rosemary's Baby (1968) Roman Polanski I segreti di Brokeback Mountain (2005) Ang Lee E.T. - L'extraterrestre (1982) Steven Spielberg Senza tetto né legge (1985) Agnès Varda Moulin Rouge! (2001) Buz Luhrmann La passione di Giovanna D'Arco (1928) Carl Theodor Dreyer La vita è un sogno (1993) Richard Linklater Bambi (1942) David Hand Carrie - Lo sguardo di Satana (1976) Brian De Palma Un condannato a morte è fuggito (1956) Robert Bresson Parigi brucia (1990) Jennie Livingston Ladri di biciclette (1948) Vittorio De Sica King Kong (1933) Merian C. Cooper e Ernest B. Schoedsack Beau Travail (1999) Claire Denis 12 anni schiavo (2013) Steve McQueen Il matrimonio del mio migliore amico (1997) P. J. Hogan Le onde del destino (1996) Lars von Trier Intolerance (1916) D.W. Griffith Il mio vicino Totoro (1988) Hayao Miyazaki Boogie Nights (1997) Paul Thomas Anderson The Tree of Life (2011) Terrence Malick Agente 007 - Missione Goldfinger (1964) Guy Hamilton Jeanne Dielman (1975) Chantal Akerman Sognando Broadway (1966) Christopher Guest Pixote - La legge del più debole (1981) Héctor Babenco Il cavaliere oscuro (2008) Christopher Nolan Parasite (2019) Bong Joon-ho Kramer contro Kramer (1979) Robert Benton Il labirinto del fauno (2006) Guillermo del Toro Assassini nati - Natural Born Killers (1994) Oliver Stone Close Up (1990) Abbas Kiarostami Tutti insieme appassionatamente (1965) Robert Wise Malcolm X (1992) Spike Lee Bella di giorno (1967) Luis Buñuel The Shining (1980) Stanley Kubrick Scene da un matrimonio (1974) Ingmar Bergman Pink Flamingos (1972) John Waters Frank Costello faccia d'angelo (1967) Jean-Pierre Melville Le amiche della sposa (2011) Paul Feig Toy Story (1995) John Lasseter Tutti per uno (1964) Richard Lester Alien (1979) Ridley Scott Donne sull'orlo di una crisi di nervi (1988) Pedro Almodóvar La parola ai giurati (1957) Sidney Lumet Il laureato (1967) Mike Nichols

Dall’articolo "I 100 migliori film della Storia del Cinema secondo Variety: 1° Psyco, 5° Pulp Fiction, 33° 8 1/2, 45° Titanic" di Antonio Bracco

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Completed AU Olicity Fic Recs

Truly, Madly, Stupidly (63960 words) by Vixx2pointOh Chapters: 11/11 Fandom: Arrow (TV 2012) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak Characters: Oliver Queen, Felicity Smoak, Tommy Merlyn, John Diggle, Minor Characters, A whole town of original characters you'll love Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Childhood Friends, Pining, Flirting, Teenagers, Horny Teenagers, First Kiss, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Snark, They're still mad @ each other ok, Only One Bed, Sharing a Bed, Tipsy Felicity, Bickering, Holidays, Christmas, Snowed In, Accidentally Naked, Smut, Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, Sex, Blow Jobs, So Much Softness, Cute and adorable idiots, Phone Sex, Masturbation, Complete Summary: Oliver and Felicity were childhood friends. Good friends, great friends, the best of friends. They were… 12 years later a snowstorm right before Christmas has them grounded at the same time in the same middle of nowhere town. There is only one motel room left and 12 years of things unsaid.

Fool Me Twice (67563 words) by darlininmyway Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Arrow (TV 2012) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak, Barry Allen/Iris West Characters: John Diggle, Lyla Michaels, Laurel Lance, Sara Lance, Donna Smoak, Quentin Lance, Iris West, Felicity Smoak, Oliver Queen Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Sports, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Physical Therapy, American Football, Football Player!Oliver Queen, Physical Therapist!Felicity Smoak Summary: What can you do when your first love comes back into your life after fifteen years apart?

Worth Every Penny (18000 words) by Girlwithsixsmiles Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Arrow (TV 2012) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak, Laurel Lance/Tommy Merlyn, Sara Lance & Felicity Smoak, Laurel Lance & Felicity Smoak, Quentin Lance & Felicity Smoak, John Diggle/Sara Lance Characters: Felicity Smoak, Oliver Queen, Laurel Lance, Sara Lance, Quentin Lance, Tommy Merlyn, Dinah Lance (Arrow), Carter Bowen, John Diggle Additional Tags: Chick-Flick Moments, Alternate Universe, If Arrow were a rom-com, The Wedding Date AU, oliver is a hooker, Fake/Pretend Relationship Summary: Felicity Smoak knows she can't show up to her stepsister Laurel's wedding solo. Too bad her boyfriend is no longer in the picture. Desperate, she hires a date for the weekend---well, a male escort, to be precise. She's not sure what to expect, and she certainly doesn't expect what she finds in Oliver Queen. As the ceremony approaches, it's hard to tell who is pretending anymore. (AU based on The Wedding Date)

always a thing of wonder (the way we come to be) (13426 words) by unicornstore Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Arrow (TV 2012) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak Characters: Oliver Queen, Felicity Smoak Additional Tags: Soulmates AU, Sort Of, hang the dj au Summary: Felicity Smoak puts her dating life in the hands of an algorithm designed to lead her to her soulmate. Along the way, she encounters the last person she expects: Oliver Queen. Despite circumstances that pair the two of them with other people, somehow they can't seem to stay away from one another. Soulmates AU inspired by Black Mirror's "Hang the DJ."

The Unbearable Hotness of Being (20328 words) by MachaSWicket Chapters: 18/18 Fandom: Arrow (TV 2012) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak, Barry Allen & Felicity Smoak, Oliver Queen & Thea Queen Characters: Felicity Smoak, Oliver Queen, Barry Allen, Thea Queen Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, fluff and nonsense, silliness abounds, the unbearable hotness of being, Epistolary, felicity x text messages, oliver x emails Summary: SUMMARY: A silly, epistolary tale of a kind-hearted but occasionally clumsy woman who realizes she lives in the same apartment building as the most unbearably handsome man in the world. Inspired by this fantastic tumblr tale. With many thanks to tealicity for prompting the other half of the story. :)

Always Been You (114378 words) by SmoakingGreenArrow Chapters: 13/13 Fandom: Arrow (TV 2012) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak, Roy Harper/Thea Queen Characters: Oliver Queen, Felicity Smoak, Tommy Merlyn, Roy Harper, Thea Queen, Moira Queen, Robert Queen, Donna Smoak Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - College/University, Smut, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, mild violence, Robert Queen is a giant jerk Summary: On Oliver's last night in Starling, Tommy throws him a yacht party. When his little sister and her best friend show up, Oliver has a hard time hiding the torch he's always carried for Felicity. But he's leaving in the morning… They both know it can only be a one time thing…

Oliver and Felicity's High School Reunion (17576 words) by bayloriffic Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Arrow (TV 2012) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak Characters: Felicity Smoak, Oliver Queen Additional Tags: Sharing a Bed, Sharing a Room, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Dating, School Reunion Summary: It's Felicity's high school reunion, and she convinces Oliver to go with her and pretend to be her boyfriend.

Damn It, Why Won’t the Eagle Just Land Already? (66865 words) by somewhereelse Chapters: 17/17 Fandom: Arrow (TV 2012) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak, John Diggle/Lyla Michaels, Nyssa al Ghul/Sara Lance Characters: Oliver Queen, Felicity Smoak, John Diggle, Lyla Michaels, Sara Lance, Thea Queen, Roy Harper, Tommy Merlyn, Dinah Drake (Arrow), Nyssa al Ghul Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Mild Language Summary: President John Diggle would really appreciate it if everyone would stop gossiping about his security detail and his science advisor and get back to work. He’d appreciate it even more if his best friends would pull their heads out of their asses and get together already. A White House romantic comedy AU.

The Strings We Attach (30370 words) by kwrites Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: Arrow (TV 2012) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak, Oliver Queen & Felicity Smoak Characters: Oliver Queen, Felicity Smoak Additional Tags: Alternative Universe - No Island, PWP with a side of plot Summary: Felicity Smoak knows that sleeping with the boss's son goes against the rules of her summer internship at Queen Consolidated in about a hundred different ways. She knows, but it doesn't matter.

Let's Remix This Business (7358 words) by Frea_O Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Arrow (TV 2012) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak, Sara Lance & Felicity Smoak Characters: Felicity Smoak, Oliver Queen, Sara Lance, Laurel Lance, Sin (Arrow), Thea Queen, John Diggle, Roy Harper Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Rock Band, Rock Stars, YouTube, Songwriting, Social Media, Social Networking, Falling in Love on YouTube, Celebrities Summary: Felicity is classically-trained and spends her days coming up with a capella arrangements and remixes. Oliver is the lead singer of Arrow, the hottest new rock and roll band. Or really, he was a boy. She was a girl. Can I make it any more obvious?

Wanna Be Yours (58737 words) by Bre Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Arrow (TV 2012) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak Characters: Oliver Queen, Felicity Smoak, Tommy Merlyn, Caitlin Snow, Ronnie Raymond Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - College/University, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Resolved Sexual Tension, Pining, Mutual Pining, Pining Oliver Queen, Eventual Smut, Eventual Fluff, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Romance, Eventual Sex, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Romance Summary: College AU. Felicity's car breaks down in a major rainstorm, sending her walking to the closest house she can find. It just so happens to belong to Oliver Queen, and he's having a 'Skivvies Only' party. Original Prompt - Anonymous: “You can stay but your clothes must go.” Olicity College AU :)

For Felicity, Forever Ago. (5721 words) by serenadreams Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Arrow (TV 2012) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak Characters: Oliver Queen, Felicity Smoak Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Music AU, Childhood Friends Summary: World famous musician, Oliver Queen, declares his love for his childhood best friend in an album named after her.

Somebody send me your favorite finished AU Olicity fanfics. Ones like...that are nothing to do with Arrow stuff. I have a need.

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[shannyfishwriter]

Arrow: “You Will Be Found” 09/11

Title: You Will Be Found Rating: G Summary: Picks up from where the season five finale (5x23 - Lian Yu) leaves off. Ko-Fi -- Twitter

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"You sure you want to take time off to come with me?"

"You sure you're going to be okay that it's just the two of us going?" he shot back with a grin.

Felicity rolled her eyes in response and then looked out the passenger side window.  "I'd rather you come than Curtis, I think he actually gets more nervous about what the doctor says than you."

"Did you even tell your mom?" Oliver asked as he moved his attention back to the road.   Her mother had been staying with them for two weeks already and things were awkward, even more than normal.  Felicity had expected things to be a little tense between her and her mother given how her mom got when she was hurt (there'd been past experience to pull from) and then on top of that...she'd expected things to be downright awkward because of Quentin.  Things had actually seemed to fall right into place between her mother and Quentin while things were just this weird level of awkward between her mother and her.  Felicity wasn't sure if she was pushing her mother away, trying to be more independent and not wanting to be coddled or if it was something else.  

"Nope," Felicity said and looked over at him.  "I just...she would have wanted to come...and then my blood pressure would have been high and--"  She didn't miss the smile spread across his face.   "Okay, okay…"  

"And she's going to want to know about the implant and get all upset if the doctor says that this is my life again," Felicity explained.  "But I can do things in the chair...I think I've more than proved that…"

"You have," Oliver confirmed and looked over at her for a moment before looking back at the road.  "Your mother just wants--"

Felicity sighed, she already knew what he was going to say.  "I know."

"She means well."

"I just feel horrible feeling that it's so much harder when she's here," Felicity admitted.  "I mean, I know she means well and she loves me and she just wants to help...and there are moments…"  She pushed out a breath and closed her eyes.  "I just...it's so complicated."

"Why?"

"She's the only one who doesn't know that you're the Green Arrow," Felicity pointed out.

"I really don't know if that would get me points or take them away when it comes to your mother," Oliver pointed out.

"I feel like at this point, the fact that as long as we get married and she eventually gets to meet William...she probably really won't care at this point," Felicity told him honestly.  "Also, don't promise a baby anytime soon...because I'm not ready."  She knew it was something that her mother would push for and Felicity just couldn't even think about that, plus she was still so young.  She and Oliver weren't even married yet and Felicity wanted to enjoy their honeymoon period...plus they had to figure out how to be a blended family with William in the mix (which she really didn't think would be too hard since he was such a good kid).  But there was just so much more she wanted to do with her life before they threw a baby into the mix.

"Noted," he said.

"Also, I've been thinking that we should go away somewhere that maybe is landlocked for our honeymoon," Felicity brought up.

"No beach?"

"I feel like Lian Yu has turned me off of islands and beaches for a little while," Felicity pointed out.   "Fair."

Silence filled the vehicle as they drove and Felicity found that it only made her more anxious.  She really was glad that it was just her and Oliver for this doctor's appointment, otherwise she wasn't sure she'd be as close to calm as she was in that moment.  "Will you be disappointed?" Felicity suddenly asked, looking over at him.

"What?" Oliver mumbled as he glanced over.

"Will you be disappointed if I can't have the implant?"

"No."  A beat passed.  "Will you?"

That felt like such a loaded question.  She had so many thoughts and feelings on it.  Mostly, everything that made her feel like she'd be disappointed had to do with other people in her life.  She pushed that aside.  Felicity knew that she could have her life and do everything that she wanted to do implant or not.  "No."

He reached out and took her hand, squeezed it for a moment before bringing it up to his mouth and pressing a kiss to the back of it.  "I love you, no matter what, Felicity."

"I don't know if you feel that way when we all play video games," she teased to change the subject.  He just grinned like crazy for a moment.  

"I've explained this to you, it's not accurate--"

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"You're seriously not going to tell me?"

"Nope."

"Felicity--"

"Curtis, I am not going to tell you what the doctor said," Felicity told him firmly.  "Oliver knows."

"He won't tell me."

Felicity grinned at that because it was so true.  The only person that was likely to get the information from Oliver was Thea.  "I know."

"But we're working on an upgraded version of the implant?"

"Well, we have to have tech in order to start our own company, right?"

Curtis made a face.  "Yeah…"

Felicity had a feeling that she was going to have to deal with grumpy Curtis if she didn't tell him, but at the same time she didn't want anyone else to know...plus, news would travel from Curtis.  He wasn't the best at keeping secrets, especially from the team...and her mother was just really good at getting information from everyone.  "Are you going to be gloomy until you know?"

"I just feel like it's my fault because I designed it--"

She understood that and she felt bad in that moment.  Felicity reached out and covered his hand with hers.  "Curtis, it's not your fault.  Chase was the one--"

"I know, but still--"

"Listen to me," Felicity told him seriously.  "I'm going to tell you because I think of you like a brother...who is not going to tell my mom."  She let a beat pass.  "Right?"

"Right," Curtis then said quickly.

She didn't want him to worry about it or fret or just go on some kind of self induced guilt trip.  Felicity and Curtis had a lot in common and she knew that in his place, not knowing might eat away at her too and she just didn't need that right now.  They needed to focus on the future and moving forward.  They needed to focus on tech and their company.  "The doctor said that my spine looks better.  There's still caution against using the implant, but with more healing and more time…"

"So right now, it's a maybe?"

"It's basically when I feel like it or if I decide I want it," Felicity explained.  "But I don't want my mom to know...to think that the implant is an option...because I don't know if I want to risk it."  She would always have the spinal injury from when Damien Darhk tried to have them killed and she was shot, but injuring it further...Felicity knew that her spinal cord wasn't something to gamble with.  

Curtis nodded on that.  "It could further injure your spine…"

"No offense to your design, Curtis.  We just get into dangerous situations in which the implant can either fail or be damaged," Felicity told him.

"So, in the meantime...we're just going to work on a better version?"

"Yep."

Curtis seemed to be taking that in for a moment and then shrugged.  "Okay."  He paused and looked at her.  "But first coffee?"

"Are you serious?" Felicity asked probably too seriously because Curtis looked confused for a moment.  "Always the coffee..."

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Are we hiding?"

"I...I don't know that we'd call it that," Felicity stumbled.  She shrugged and twirled a piece of her  hair around one of her fingers.  "Would you call it that, Curtis?"

Curtis looked up and had clear confusion on his face.  "What?  I mean, right...right…"  He motioned around randomly.  "Better lighting here…"

"Right…" Thea told them both as she shook her head.  "Where's Ollie?"

"He's on his way in," Felicity filled in.  

"Shouldn't you be like entertaining your mom?"

Felicity groaned.  "She hasn't texted me?  So...no?"

Thea just grinned in response to that.  

"What are you doing down here?" Curtis asked.  "Thinking about suiting up again?"

"Pass."

The elevator opened and not only Oliver stepped out, but Dinah and Diggle as well.  "Speedy," Oliver said, clear surprise in his voice.  Then he eyed her and Curtis.  "What are you two doing here?  I thought you'd be working at home?  Where's your mom?"

Felicity just shrugged.  

He sighed and then looked to his sister.  "What's up?"

"I was hoping that next time you go to Central City to see William, I could go with you," Thea said.  "You know, get the cool aunt thing started in full force…"

"I'm not sure when that'll be, Speedy," Oliver told her.  "It's not just getting back to being the Green Arrow but being the mayor--"

"You can't just ignore him."

"I'm not, it's just--it's new...and I wanted to sort of give him and Samantha a little space so they can settle back in and get back to what's normal for them."

"This is also about the public not knowing about William, isn't it?"

That was something that Oliver wanted to keep a secret, mainly so that William and Samantha had privacy.  With everything that had happened, Felicity had to agree wholeheartedly with that decision.  It was tricky, though, because they all wanted to be able to get to know William better.  Now that everything was out there in the open and there were not secrets or hiding between all of them that made it all easier...but at the same time after what Chase had done...there were still some hurdles they needed to surpass.

"Thea...I just...I don't feel like it's fair to William and Samantha…"

"You can't hide him forever."

"No," Oliver agreed.  "But I can at least wait and then have the right story as to me discovering William later in life without making anyone look bad to the press."

Thea nodded.  "Okay, okay...I just...I maybe just needed another outlet besides helping at the office."

"We still have your suit," Oliver clearly joked.

"Okay...I get that everyone misses me down here," Thea said a bit dramatically.

Felicity just smiled at Oliver's confused face.  He hadn't realized that Curtis had just brought up Thea wearing her suit.  She got why Thea didn't want to be part of Team Arrow anymore, but she did miss her being down there with them and being out in the field.  Even though the bigger the team, the more things going on...it also meant that that was another person watching everyone else's back.  

"You know what we should do?" Felicity said aloud.  "Family dinner.  Make it a regular thing...even if it's Chinese down here…"

"I like that idea," Curtis chimed in.

"I don't mind that idea," Dinah said as she moved to look at what Curtis was doing.  

Oliver moved up onto the platform and over to her before pressing a kiss to her temple.  "How are you doing?"

"I haven't electrocuted myself or burned my fingertips, so I'm going to go with really good," Felicity said with a smile.  

"Have you even talked to your mom today?"

"No?"

Oliver sighed in response.

"You know what I can totally do and you'll see she's fine.  She's probably just at her hotel ordering room service and like using the hot tub, taking it easy," Felicity told him.  "I'll use a facial recognition search."

"Don't we normally use that kind of thing solely for bad guys?" Curtis asked slowly.

Felicity shrugged and typed like crazy.  "Does it really matter?  I have the skills and equipment...I might as well use them.  Plus, this way I don't have to call her and have to hear her go off on a tangent...and if I text her...it's seriously like a fifty-fifty chance that she'll remember to press send on the message she typed out as a response."  Soon enough, Donna's face was up on a screen and dots mapped out her face before there was a search within the Star City's limits going on.  It took about three minutes before her mother was located.  "Well, that's not the hotel," Felicity said aloud.  

"Can we get a closer look?"

"Yep," Felicity replied and typed away.  A moment later, there was a clear picture of her mother sitting at a table in outside seating of a restaurant...and she wasn't alone.  

"Shut up," Thea said loudly.

"It's about freaking time," Felicity mumbled.  Her mother was out to dinner with Quentin, they were drinking wine, and they both looked like they were having a great time.

"Well, I don't think we can be upset with Quentin about calling your mom now," Oliver told her.  "Hopefully things work out and they're both happier."

"Everyone cross fingers and pray to whatever you pray to."

Read on AO3 or ff.net

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Top 10 favorite ships and top 5 least favorite ships from any fandoms

*These are in no order but omg this wasss hard have so many so much so I have Pinterest board of them hahaha, wait what who said that??*

Dean x Castiel | Supernatural

Eddie x Buck | 911

Eddie x Steve | Stranger Things

Nancy x Robin | Stranger Things

Carson x Greta | A League of Their Own

Ian x Mickey | Shameless

Quentin x Felix | The Magicians

Jody x Donna | Supernatural

Waverley x Nicole | Wynona Earp

Gomez x Morticia | The Addams Family

Ed x Stede | Our Flag Means Death

*This was harder to choose least favorites haha cuz I don’t think about them much. Anddd someone’s favorite could be my least favorite. NO hate to who you love to.. love. But this is just my opinion.*

Joker x Harley Quinn | DC

Sam x Dean | Supernatural

Harry x Hermione | Harry Potter

Luther x Alison | The Umbrella Academy

I don’t know x uhhh I even googled and can’t find any maybe I’ll fill this one in later.

Tag: @acetrainerjen @castiel-left-his-mark-on-me @fyideanisbi @haceleyes @im-real-not-perfect-deal-with-it @vainillabean @sapphictv @s0ulscollide @du-strahlst-und-du-scheinst @girlswithguns22magnum @indigeum @re-bec-ca-ann @haceleyes and anyone who wants to / if tagged you don’t have to if you don’t want to. 💛

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Arrow → [1/3] otp - Quentin Lance x Donna Smoak

“You know, in AA we say you're only as sick as the secrets you keep. You're looking pretty healthy these days. Let's just hope I can get back to that place with Donna.”

[raywritesthings]

Stories to Tell: Prologue

My Writing Fandom: Arrow Characters: Laurel Lance, Quentin Lance, Oliver Queen, Thea Queen, John Diggle, Felicity Smoak, Damien Darhk, Dinah Lance, Nyssa al Ghul, Barry Allen, Cisco Ramon, Lyla Michaels, Malcolm Merlyn, Andy Diggle, Donna Smoak Pairings: Mentioned/Eventual Laurel Lance/Oliver Queen Summary: Laurel survives the stabbing, but the grave must still be filled. Black Canary and the rest of her team deal with the fallout. The Arrow writers claimed Laurel’s story had “plateaued” as a reason to kill her in “Eleven-Fifty-Nine”. This is the story they could have told. Warning: Major Character Death Notes: I want to thank everyone over on the Lauriver discord for letting me talk their ears off about this idea (special shoutout to TheWhiteWolf for agreeing to help me structure future parts) and for reading through it before I posted. Again, if anyone would like to join us over there I am leaving an invite link: https://discord.gg/VYT3ypv This story came as a way for me to kind of plot out how I would have done the grave plotline from season 4 and possibly beyond. I say possibly because, while I have plans for how season 5 would go, I don’t have any of it written yet so there’s no real telling when it’ll be posted. The challenge for me here was to rewrite the end of season four while maintaining continuity with the flash forwards, working with some of those constraints the writers made for themselves to see if I could do something I liked better. At any rate, I hope you enjoy this end-of-season redo! *Can also be read on AO3 and FFN*

She woke up. That was the easy part. Tired and sore, a little weak, but alive. She woke up.

Oliver was there just as he had been when she’d started to feel herself slip away. He had tears in his eyes.

Laurel tried to reach out a hand, but the best she could do was sort of turn her arm over palm-up. “Hey.”

He smiled, just a stretch of the lips, and he echoed her with a soft, “Hey. How are you feeling?”

“Tired. I’m not out of the woods yet, I guess.”

“Well, the doctors think that we’re past the worst of it. You’re stable.”

His eyes were still sad. Something was wrong.

Laurel swallowed and tried to sit up, but couldn’t. “Ollie, what happened?”

He hesitated. She wondered if he was thinking about what she had said, what she had finally confessed about her feelings. She hadn’t meant for that to make him feel badly for her. She just didn’t want to be holding onto any more lies between them.

Oliver finally spoke. “It’s your father. He made it to the hospital when you started seizing, and he- he collapsed.”

“What?” She remained lying where she was, but it was like the floor had somehow dropped out from under her anyway.

“They say he suffered a heart attack. The stress...he’s still in surgery.”

“But he’s alive? Is he gonna make it?”

Oliver’s mouth opened, yet no sound followed.

Laurel could feel her own heart speeding up, could hear it on the monitor. “Please—”

“Is she awake? What did you tell her?” Thea hurried into the room and took her hands. “Laurel, it’s okay. It’s gonna be okay.”

“What about my dad? What have they said?” The stress, rushing to the hospital, hearing she was seizing — had she caused this?

“Oliver, the nurses are going to kick us out if Laurel doesn’t calm down.” Felicity’s voice this time. She looked to Laurel, and her smile was strained. “I know this is hard.”

“Where’s the operating room?” She struggled to prop herself up on one elbow. “I have to see him!”

“No, no, Laurel, you gotta rest,” John was murmuring. He and Thea were gently guiding her back down to the pillows. “We’ll make sure you see him, but rest first.”

Laurel’s eyes squeezed shut, tears leaking from the corners. For all she had grown and trained, she was helpless to do anything but lie there.

“He’d want you to rest, Laurel. He’d want you to get better,” Oliver said. No attempt to sugarcoat or misdirect; for once, he was utterly truthful and the effect was devastating. Whatever the surgeons were attempting, it wasn’t going to work.

A nurse arrived who sent all her friends away before she added something to Laurel’s IV that put her under again. Her fear and worry drifted away for an unknowable time. She woke up.

Her father didn’t.

---

They wouldn’t let her go home at first. Some of that was for her health, but a large part — she suspected — was that they were worried about her.

Thea stayed by her side when she was wheeled into a room to see his still form lying under a sheet. He didn’t look peaceful or years younger. He just looked tired. Tired and sad and old. He was cold to the touch.

Laurel didn’t feel the tears or the shaking until Thea bent over, gently wrapping around her and whispering words of comfort into her hair.

She didn’t really process the words. She couldn’t try to.

On the way back to her room a woman came running up. “Oh, Laurel, I’m so glad you’re okay!”

It wasn’t until the woman was hugging her that Laurel registered it was Donna Smoak. Her father’s girlfriend. She felt her stomach drop again.

“I’m sorry,” she said, muffled by the woman’s coat.

“What?”

“I’m sorry. He shouldn’t have- it was my fault—”

Thea shushed her. “No, Laurel, it wasn’t. You know it wasn’t.”

Donna Smoak had leaned back and was staring at her in shock. “No, no, honey—”

“Mom!” Felicity’s heels clacked as sharply as her voice as she dragged her mother away. “Not the time. Not the time.”

Back in her room, Oliver jumped up from his spot in the visitor’s chair, tucking something small and rectangular into his pocket. “What happened?”

“Nothing,” Laurel said automatically, raising a hand to hide her tears. “I’m fine. I’m fine.”

But her father wasn’t. And that was the problem.

---

Everyone piled into the van when they brought her home. They didn’t have to, but Laurel didn’t have the energy to tell them to get back to their own lives.

The apartment was clean top to bottom when Thea let them all in. There were new candles in the fireplace, and plenty of food in the kitchen. Oliver went straight there to start cooking a large dinner.

“So you guys have leftovers,” he said in explanation.

Thea was prepping her room for sleep and putting the medications in the medicine cabinet.

Felicity was on the phone with Laurel’s mom, with the funeral home, with everyone. She came to stand behind the couch and touched her shoulder. “No luck reaching Sara, yet. I’m sorry.”

Something squirmed painfully in Laurel’s gut. “That’s okay. Thanks for trying.”

John sat beside her, a silent presence, and for that perhaps she was most grateful.

“Where’s Darhk?” She asked softly, not even turning her head towards her friend.

He was quiet a few moments more. “We don’t know.” And then, “Don’t know where Andy is, either. But when I find him, Laurel, I swear—”

She took his hand. “It’s okay.”

“No, it isn’t. But I’m gonna make it right. I promise you.”

She leaned her head on John’s shoulder and rested there until Oliver brought out her dinner.

“Thank you.”

He looked up and met her eyes. “You don’t have to thank me.”

Oliver stayed long after Felicity and John both excused themselves to go home. First he had to wash all the dishes. Then he had to dry them. And of course he had to put them away.

“Ollie, it’s getting late,” Thea said quietly, standing in the archway to the kitchen.

“I know. You two can go to bed.”

“We’re not going to sleep while there’s a guest in the apartment,” Laurel said, her voice sounding stronger than she felt.

Oliver sighed and came out to stand in front of the couch.

“Is there anything else I can do?”

Yes, Laurel wanted to say. Please stay this time. But she couldn’t ask of him what he couldn’t give. So she just quietly shook her head.

Oliver lingered a few moments more, touching her arm with a soft, “Goodnight”, then he let himself out the front door.

Thea got her into bed and was there to help her move about the house the next two days. The third morning, she looked over her mug and said, “Alex, uh, wanted to meet up.”

Alex. The boyfriend. Right.

Laurel nodded. “That’s good.”

“I don’t have to go,” Thea said quickly.

“No, you should. I’m okay getting around here, Thea. Really.” And she was. The scar was still fresh, but it wasn’t as sensitive as before. She could walk from room to room without feeling exhausted.

“I’ll pick up a movie or something while I’m out, okay? Some ice cream?”

Laurel nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

Thea reached across the table and took her hand. “We’re gonna get you through this, okay? You know you’re stronger than this.”

“I know.” And she did. And she was mad at herself, because she knew it and yet couldn’t seem to get up from the couch or the table. Couldn’t go outside or to her job. She’d lost so much already — but he’d always been there. Through everything. And now he wasn’t.

Laurel spent the next morning alone on the couch, listlessly flipping through channels. Nothing was on.

A rap on her door had her looking up. A few moments later there came a second knock, stilted but softer. Laurel stood up.

She opened the door without checking — it wasn’t as if the person behind it could hurt her any more than she already was — and blinked. “Nyssa.”

Nyssa stepped through the door and into her front hall, her head hanging low. “I heard the news. I came to offer my condolences for your loss.”

Her shoulders slumped, the grief asserting itself once more now that her shock at seeing her friend had ended, and Laurel reached out — she didn’t care that this was never something they’d done — to hug Nyssa tightly. “Thank you.”

It took a few seconds, but she felt the woman’s arms slowly curve around the small of her back. They stayed like that for a time until Nyssa spoke. “I was unsure if you would welcome seeing me.”

Laurel pulled back, a question on her lips, but Nyssa didn’t leave her wondering.

“I destroyed the Pit. Without it, your father—”

“I understand why you destroyed it,” Laurel said. “And there was no way any of us could have known this would happen.”

Nyssa had been acting out of loyalty to Sara when she had done it; none of them had known if her sister could have been restored to herself. And there was no guarantee Constantine could have helped them out this time, either.

“I have to accept that he’s gone.”

“He was a...complicated man. Fathers tend to be, in my experience,” Nyssa said. “But you and Sara both cared for him greatly, and I believe he did for you as well, as best he could.”

Laurel nodded, her lip trembling. Her father hadn’t been perfect — she had the emotional baggage to prove it — but he’d been hers. The only family she’d had to rely on, oftentimes. Nyssa perhaps understood that better than anyone.

“Thank you,” she said again. Nyssa hovered there, unsure. “Did you, um…”

“What is it?”

“Thea and I are having a movie night. Ice cream. You could join us.”

“I’m not sure what ice cream has to do with movies.”

A shaky laugh left her, the first since she’d woken to the horrible news.

“It has everything to do with them. Come on, you can help me choose the movie.”

Laurel dragged Nyssa over to sit on the couch with her, and it helped to lose herself in plot summaries and red box for a while.

---

It was a cloudy day when they gathered at the grave. No rain, but no sunshine. It fit.

Sara wasn’t here. Laurel didn’t know if that was better or worse. It wasn’t fair that Sara wasn’t here to lay their father to rest — but Laurel didn’t think she could face her sister yet and tell her that this was all her fault. If she’d just been better, stronger, quicker than Darhk, their dad would still be here.

It was a plain casket that was lowered into the ground and covered with fresh dirt.

“He should have been decorated.” All those years on the force, and it was a plain casket he was lying in. And for a testimony that hadn’t done any good in the end. Laurel had stripped him of his final honors, too.

Her mother took her hand. “I know, honey.”

The officiant spoke a few words, platitudes Laurel had heard at too many funerals.

“Now, I welcome any family or friends to step forward and say a few words about Quentin.”

All at once, there were eyes on her. More than there had been, anyway.

Laurel took a couple steps forward after a slight nudge from her mother. “Um, thank you all for coming. This is...this kind of thing has never been easy for me. And I hoped I wouldn’t have to do something like this again for a long, long time.”

She took a breath and said, “My father was a good man, more in that he tried to be than that he naturally was. Um, that doesn’t sound right, but what I mean is he always tried to do the right thing. He had beliefs, principles, and even though those things faced a lot of challenges over the years, at the heart of it he always wanted to do what was best for this city.”

Laurel turned back to look at the grave and its name, the fresh dirt there and the flowers she and her mother had laid down. “He was a hero.” Her throat started to close up, but she forced the words out. “He was my hero.”

There was a shoulder there for her when she turned back to face the crowd with tears staining her cheeks. She knew it was Oliver’s without looking up at him, and she let him lead her back to her mother.

Everything else was a blur. The two of them got into a car together, and other people were leaving. Soon enough she was back at the apartment where she sat on the couch watching her mother dry her eyes where she thought she couldn’t see. There was a knock on the door.

“That wouldn’t be Thea, would it?” Her mother asked with a frown.

“She has a key,” Laurel said, but her mother was already answering the door.

“Hello?”

“Hi, my name’s Barry Allen. I was told this is Laurel’s home? I’m sort of a friend.”

Laurel got up before her mother had quite stammered through a reply. “Barry, hi.”

He was wearing a black suit, and his eyes were sad. “I didn’t make it to the burial before you left. I’m really sorry.”

She shook her head. “That’s okay.”

“I know I only met him a couple times, but I’m sorry you lost him so suddenly. And I know what it’s like to lose a parent, so,” he shrugged. “I just want you to know that me and the others are here for you.”

Laurel managed something like a smile. “Thank you, Barry. That means a lot.” She stepped forward and hugged him, which he seemed surprised by, but he was the one who showed up for her dad’s funeral.

“How’s Ollie?” She asked in his ear. Laurel was certain he would have sought Oliver out before doing anything else.

“Not...great. I think he blames himself.”

Laurel sighed. “He always does.” They were alike that way.

She withdrew and looked back to check with her mother. “Would you like to stay for a bit?”

“That’s okay, I didn’t want to intrude. Just, you know, here to support. I’m very sorry to both of you for your loss.” Barry backed away and turned around for the elevator. Laurel shut the door.

“Who was that, exactly?” Her mother asked.

“Um, just a friend from Central.”

“Well, he must be a good friend to come all the way out here.”

Laurel smiled, a private one. “Yeah, he is.”

“Laurel, about Central…” her mother began. “I was wondering, since you have the time off — it might be good for you to get away from all this.”

She didn’t have time off, really. She was just stuck in the transition between jobs, not quite the ADA and not quite the DA. She wasn’t sure she could ever be that, not under Ruve Darhk at any rate. Not now.

“I’m worried about you,” her mother said, and something in Laurel stilled.

She’d waited so long to hear something like that from her mother. Something that spoke of a bond between them, a deep care. And it was only to be now that she’d lost that with her father. She could almost feel her mouth twist into the bitter snarl he used to get some nights, when the drinks were flowing.

Laurel pushed it down. She didn’t want to remember him that way right now. She thought of him softer, instead, wide-eyed and hopeful that there was still some way their family could rebuild what had been broken.

“I’ll think about it, mom.”

---

She went to visit Oliver down in the bunker he was still living out of. A part of her felt she should do something about that. Another part said that she could barely do anything for herself right now.

“Mom’s asked me to come back to Central with her, for a little bit.”

He didn’t look surprised. “Do you want to go?”

Laurel shrugged. “I can’t do anything here since nobody’s letting me go out in the field.”

“Laurel, you’re still healing. None of us could stand the idea of losing you out there.”

She could point out all the times he had suited up when it wasn’t exactly healthy, but Laurel didn’t want a fight. What energy she did have for one was being saved exclusively for Damien Darhk.

“I don’t know if I can leave while he’s still out there, but I hate just sitting here.”

Oliver didn’t need her to specify who she meant. “I know.”

“I just need some time.”

He reached for her arm. “That’s okay.”

She looked up into his eyes, and they both stood, frozen there in that moment. There was so much they had said and so much they hadn’t.

Eventually, Laurel looked down. She took her arm back.

“Okay then. Call me if you need me. Or if the others do.”

“I will. And you can call us.”

Part of her was ashamed. Oliver had already lost both of his parents, yet he continued on. Did he think she was being weak again? That she couldn’t cut it out there in the field?

“I’m going to get better,” she said, more for herself than anything.

He nodded. “I know you will. You always do.” Oliver took a step closer, leaning forward slightly, then away. “I’m sorry...that you’ve needed to.”

Her lips pressed tight in what she hoped was a smile. “That’s just life.”

Then she turned and left the base before she said or did anything else she might regret later.

Laurel packed that night and, though she turned her room over and inside out, she couldn’t find the old photo. She didn’t remember what had happened to it after the hospital.

---

The next time Laurel saw Barry, he had lost his speed. She hadn’t even known that was a possibility.

Apparently Zoom, the evil speedster from another earth, had had something to do with it. But Team Flash had a plan to get it back, which they were preparing to enact on the day Laurel showed up to visit.

She’d just wanted to get out of the house for a little, not get in the way of her friends. “Should I come back a different day?”

“No, no,” Caitlin assured her, hands flitting all around her like she thought Laurel might still be too delicate to touch. “We’re happy to have you. You just might want to wait in the cortex when we run the experiment. I’d bring you to the Time Vault to wait with Wally and Jessie, but I really don’t want to argue with Wally about him being in there again,” Caitlin said. She hurried away to run some last minute checks.

Cisco stopped by on his way down with a new prototype of her device. “I started working on it after we heard the news,” he said. “I wasn’t really sure what else to do.”

“Thank you.” She fastened it around her neck, if only to see him smile.

Laurel was left alone, and she sat waiting and watching the various surveillance screens. There was a sudden charge to the air and a blue streak of lightning traveling from room to room. Laurel stood up.

At the same time, a door appeared in a wall on one of the screens, and two young people emerged. Wally and Jessie. Something was about to go wrong, Laurel could feel it in her bones.

She hurried out into the corridors, nearly falling when a tremor started shaking the building. Then another.

She rounded a corner and came upon the two of them. “Hey! Get back inside!”

Just as the yell left her, a wave of some kind of energy rushed over them, knocking them all to the ground and Laurel out cold.

She woke up to yelling and footsteps running up and down the hall.

“Her heart’s beating but she’s unresponsive.”

“What happened to Barry?”

“Iris, Iris, it’s gonna be okay.”

“Laurel?”

She sat up, pushing her hair back from her face and coughing when she drew in air. There was some kind of blockage in her throat, it felt like.

“You okay?” Cisco reaches a hand out to help steady her.

Laurel pressed a hand to her abdomen, felt nothing wrong, and nodded. “What—” she had to stop and clear her throat, and it still didn’t sound quite right. “What happened?”

Cisco’s expression fell. “It- the explosion didn’t work. Barry, he- he’s gone.”

Her stomach threatened to roll over. Gone. Someone else was gone. Again.

“Jessie’s heart stopped. Her dad got it restarted with compressions, but Caitlin...she doesn’t think it’s good.” He started forward, his eyes widening. “Oh, here.”

She tried not to flinch when his hands went to her neck, unfastening the device she’d been wearing. The light on the front was cracked and sputtering.

“Oh, Cisco, I didn’t mean—”

“It’s okay. This- I can fix this.” There was so much that had just happened here that couldn’t be fixed, and they both knew it. She took his hand and they both stood up, leaving the hallway.

There was a woman she’d never met sobbing in the cortex, a man who looked like her father holding her up in his arms. Laurel’s heart twisted painfully.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered.

The woman looked up, her lips feebly twitching. “Thank you.”

She went back to her mother’s to get out of the way. She was so useless. Laurel tried Oliver’s phone, feeling she could at least deliver the news, but she couldn’t reach him. Thea was the same. Felicity was as well, which was the most surprising of all. What could be happening that no one was answering their phones?

John picked up on the third ring. “Laurel, everything okay?”

“I’m fine, but where is everyone?”

“Oliver got referred to some magic lady in Hub City by Constantine, so he and Felicity went to check it out. Thea’s on a trip with her boyfriend.”

“And you’re watching the city alone?”

“I can handle it, Laurel. Don’t worry about me.”

But she did. And she couldn’t shake the idea that something could now go horribly wrong with her home and her team, the same way it had here in Central.

She packed her bags and left that day.

---

The high-speed train brought her to Star that night amidst crisis. Darhk and his followers were in pursuit of an ARGUS transport with the whole Diggle family inside. Oliver and Felicity were still an hour out and no one could raise Thea.

“Lyla says the transport is well-guarded, Laurel,” Oliver had commandeered Felicity’s phone to say. “Please wait for backup.”

“John, Lyla and Sara are sitting ducks in that truck, Ollie. And I’m not letting Darhk get away with anything else.”

She didn’t spare time to get into the suit; it hardly mattered when she and Darhk could already see each other plainly. Laurel grabbed the keys for her bike and went roaring down the street towards John’s flashing GPS point.

The transport was already surrounded by HIVE, and she had to duck and weave as a few of the pursuers began firing on her approach. Her heart was pounding in her ears but Laurel felt nothing but calm. He was in her sights, and she would get him.

She saw John escape out the back of the truck with baby Sara, and she nearly veered off to help guard the two of them. But Darhk was staying on course. That was where she needed to be.

Laurel pressed herself almost flat over the controls as she pushed the bike to its limits. Darhk was climbing in the open back doors, and she saw the struggle between him and Lyla, saw him grab the ARGUS director’s arm. His hand was raised for some kind of magic, and Lyla was frozen, her face a mask of outrage and fear.

Those same emotions rose to a crescendo within Laurel. She was two car lengths behind; she would never make it; he was going to get away with it all again.

Her ragged breaths gave way to a scream, her eyes squeezed shut—

“SCREEEEEEE!”

The motorcycle shuddered as sound rolled forward and smashed into the back of the truck. It rocked, the wheels on one side skidding. There was a pop as the back one blew. The whole thing teetered terribly before tipping onto its right. The screech of metal as it continued to scrape across the road drowned out the noise coming from her, and Laurel drew in a sharp breath, the waves of sound cutting off.

In the ensuing silence, she didn’t realize she’d stopped her own bike until the roar of a second one filled her ears. Oliver pulled up alongside her in full Green Arrow gear.

“What happened?”

“I…”

“Where’s Darhk? Laurel?” He reached across to her arm, and she jolted back to herself.

“Lyla.”

“What?”

Laurel threw the kickstand on and rushed forward on foot. “Lyla!”

One of the metal doors lay on the ground while the other hung shut. Heart in her throat, she climbed in, doing her best to avoid the furniture and items strewn about the cramped space.

“Lyla!”

A groan at the far end drew her closer, and to her relief Lyla raised her head. There was a cut oozing blood down the side of her face, and she held her arm at a funny angle. Laurel reached for her good arm and helped her shakily to stand.

“What the hell was that?”

“I don’t know. Lyla, I’m so sorry—”

“Never mind me. Did we get him?”

Laurel froze. In all the chaos she hadn’t seen or heard. Had he somehow, impossibly, managed to escape?

Footsteps announced Oliver’s arrival. “The driver’s alright. Mostly bruises and a possible concussion. John’s on his way back with Sara. Where’s Lyla?”

“Here,” Lyla said. Laurel helped her limp to the opening where she could wait as the wail of an ambulance grew closer.

“Ollie, we haven’t found Darhk,” Laurel muttered.

He frowned. “His men took off. It’s possible…”

They both turned and each took one side of the truck as they worked their way forward. She took out her phone to use as a flashlight in the darkened space. There was a table propped on its side she would have to get around.

And that was when she saw what the table was propped on. Or rather, who.

“He’s here!”

Darhk was either unconscious or feigning sleep, but when Laurel checked the pulse at his neck it was beating. His body was being crushed under the weight of the steel table, however, and she felt twin thrills of horror and vindictive pleasure.

“Ollie, help me.”

Together, they were able to lift the table up and off of the man, who made no move to rise. It really wasn’t an act.

“Does he have Rubicon?” Lyla called into the truck.

“What?”

“There was a code laid under the skin of my arm. He took it out. Does he still have it?”

Laurel and Oliver exchanged mildly disgusted looks at the imagery Lyla was painting for them, but that was ARGUS. They looked in both of Darhk’s hands.

“No,” Oliver answered. “But he needs medical care.” He turned to Laurel. “And you can’t be here.”

She bristled. “Ollie—”

“You’re in civilian clothes, Laurel. No one can see you were here, or they might think that whatever happened, it was premeditated.”

He was right. She drew in a breath and looked down at Darhk. He was small and broken at her feet, no longer the threat that has loomed over her family the last several months, the threat that had consumed her father. She took a step back, then turned and ran to her bike.

She didn’t stop driving until she could no longer hear the sirens of emergency vehicles, then kept on driving. She didn’t stop until she reached the black fences surrounding the cemetery. Laurel went in on foot, her feet taking the familiar path to the family plot. She bypassed Sara’s empty grave and stopped before the newer headstone.

“Dad, I- I don’t know what happened — or how — but I did something. And it- it probably wasn’t good. But it’s over now. I hope...where you are, you can stop worrying about me now. And that you’re happy.” She crossed her arms over her chest, an attempt to hold it all in. “I miss you so much, Daddy.”

---

Damien Darhk had been paralyzed from the neck down, the news said later.

Ruve stepped down the next day, citing personal obligations. Then she and Damien and their young daughter quietly disappeared in a medivac helicopter, according to the flight manifests Felicity had managed to pull. The city was in total uproar. No one seemed to know what to think.

“So you- you just screamed at it and the truck fell over?” John said not for the first time. He stood with his arms crossed as Felicity typed away at something or other on her computers. Oliver was pacing around somewhere behind Laurel, and she could feel the weight of his gaze each time he looked her way.

“Basically.”

“But that shouldn’t happen. I mean how does that happen?”

“Maybe it wasn’t Laurel. Maybe she only thought she saw sound waves coming out of her mouth and the truck just hit something on the road that popped the tire.”

“Why would she have thought she saw sound waves though?” John asked.

Felicity shrugged. “Stress?”

“We’re lucky there’s no recoverable surveillance because of the identity issue, but it makes learning the truth more difficult,” Oliver said. “Until we know for certain what happened, I’m worried about the team and how we operate in the field.”

At least he wasn’t verbally singling her out, even if they all knew she was the issue. Laurel was too tired to have it out with him if he had gotten too antagonistic at the moment, and it felt like the early days where there was no one in her corner.

“Where’s Thea?”

There was a pause and then a shuffle as he stopped mid-pace before continuing. “What do you mean?”

“I mean she hasn’t answered her calls for days, Oliver. There’s no updates on her social media.” Laurel turned to look at him. “If she were really on vacation, she’d have her phone.”

His brow furrowed. “But...she is on vacation.”

“Alex did switch over to Ruve’s campaign, Oliver,” John pointed out. “Maybe he wasn’t as good a guy as he seemed when you hired him.”

She caught sight of the tremble in his fingers and the minute shake of his head. Laurel stood, grasping both of his hands.

“It might be nothing, but I don’t think we can afford to wait for Thea to get back in touch with us.” It wasn’t a risk she wanted to take, not with one of the few people left who were so dear to her.

They went to the home Darhk had been living out of, finding it had been packed up in a hurry. There were papers scattered about a desk that would no doubt need to be looked over, blueprints of what looked like a giant biodome.

Most importantly, there was the secret entrance into the tunnels. She, Oliver and John descended, the reception on their comms crackling before dying out completely.

“Keep going?” John asked.

“Whatever this is, Darhk wanted it,” Oliver determined. “We have to see this through.”

They kept walking, and judging by the direction and the downward slope of the tunnel, they were headed beneath the bay.

“At least this explains why he attacked the cleanup event,” Laurel muttered, the sound amplified in the cavernous space. “He must not have wanted anyone discovering his project.”

The project, it turned out, was in fact a large dome, and when Oliver finished picking the lock on the side-door Darhk had built himself, they found something purely bizarre.

“It’s a neighborhood,” John breathed. “A neighborhood in a fishbowl.”

Rows of houses with green lawns and perfectly trimmed hedges lined freshly paved streets. It was a perfect recreation of suburbia, minus the artificial sky.

“How do they get air down here?” She had to wonder.

“There’s got to be a ventilation system. Something with hydraulics since it’s under the water,” Oliver said. “Back behind here.”

There were people walking down the street in their direction, all dressed in the same uniform to produce an eerie effect of bland sameness. Laurel found herself thinking of dystopian novels from English lit; she’d read them all aloud in the hopes of helping Oliver pass while he’d spent the afternoons curled up on her bed like a lazy cat. That felt like eons ago now.

They were all gathering at the end of a cul de sac, where someone or something stood. She couldn’t quite see over the heads of the growing crowd, but she could hear Oliver’s growled, “Malcolm,” and her own lip curled in disgust.

“Oliver, is that Thea behind him?” John asked. Laurel really wished she could see.

“Has to be. She’s just...standing there.” Oliver’s frown clearly broadcast his confusion over his sister’s actions. Laurel reached back for his hand.

“Come on. If we sneak around the side, we’ll be able to hear better.”

They crept along hedges and down narrow alleys between houses, Malcolm’s smugly assured voice growing louder with each step.

“...saddened as all of you that Damien can no longer join us. But I know he would want our mission to continue. In fact, he entrusted that task to me. It has long been my own dream to build a new Star City.”

Laurel tried not to roll her eyes as she peered around a newly planted evergreen, zeroing in on Thea who was standing just where John had said, passively listening. In fact, there was something almost glassy to her gaze.

“He’s drugged her.” She looked back at Oliver. “Again.”

His mouth screwed up into a frown as he tried to come up with some response, but Laurel’s eyes widened as she caught movement just behind them. She pushed Oliver aside as a gun was leveled at both her and John.

“Thought you all might pay a visit.”

John turned slowly, his hands raised up. “Andy…”

John’s brother smirked. “John. Nice of you to make things easier for me. Once you’re dead, that wife and baby of yours will be easy pickings.”

Her friend moved so fast Laurel thought Barry would’ve been proud if he were still here. The gun clattered to the ground as Andy was shoved up against the siding of one of the cookie cutter houses.

“You don’t get to talk about them. You don’t get that right anymore, Andy. Not after what you did!”

Andy shoved back and the two brothers were locked in a brawl, one which Laurel could not see how to intercede in.

Oliver had his bow raised, clearly preparing to fire once he had a clear shot of Andy. His eyes flicked back towards the meeting Malcolm was still running. “We’re going to give away our position.”

“So get Malcolm first, got it.”

“Laurel—”

But she’d taken off around the back of the house, running straight for the podium. Her heart was pounding in her ears the closer she got. This was the man, even more so than Darhk, who had endeavored and continued to endeavor to take everything she cared about away for his own selfish goals. She was done holding back against him.

Malcolm turned before she was five feet away, ready to block her fist with his hand. They traded a number of blows, Laurel’s anger rising up, up and up within her.

He sighed. “Haven’t we been over this enough times by now? You can’t hope to win against me.”

“You’ve been beaten before, you can be beaten again. How’s your hand?”

He scowled, but Laurel was more concerned with the arrow that sailed past her head.

“Thea!”

Her friend was already nocking a second one as the crowd of Darhk’s followers screamed and scattered for the exits. Thea’s eyes and face were devoid of any warmth. “Stand down.”

“Thea, he’s using you! Just like before, you have to fight it!” She couldn’t blame her for listening to the drugs, but she knew how strong Thea was. If anyone could break through it, she could.

And there was a flicker of hesitation in her friend’s eyes.

“Thea?” It was Oliver who asked as he’d apparently chosen to follow her. His arrival caused Thea to tense up and release the second arrow in his direction. Then a second set of siblings were fighting in this underground base.

“I would have stopped him,” said Malcolm.

Laurel’s head whipped back around towards him. “Excuse me?”

“Damien. I would have stopped him at the prison if I’d been closer. I didn’t realize what he was planning to do until it was too late.”

Her first instinct was to call him a liar. But she remembered how tense he’d been, how he’d kept suggesting to Darhk that they leave immediately. A part of her wanted to demand why.

But she shook her head. “It was too late. And it is too late for you, Malcolm. No more playing both sides to your advantage. No more waiting to see how you can come out the winner. This is going to end here one way or the other.”

“If it has to be that way,” he replied with something like regret. Laurel scowled and shook it off. Whatever weird complex he was working through wasn’t her problem. She just wanted to see him ended.

Laurel charged and he dodged before engaging. As good as she’d continued to get since their last fight, Malcolm still had considerable skill. But she was gratified to see the gap was definitely shrinking. It could make all the difference.

She hadn’t killed Darhk, was still even uncomfortable thinking about her role in his current state of health. But Malcolm? She thought she really could.

For her father. For Sara. For Thea. For Tommy and Moira Queen, innocent William Clayton. The unnamed and forgotten crew members of the Queen’s Gambit and Robert along with them. For every last person who had lost their lives that terrible night in the Glades.

She would do it for Oliver, too, so he wouldn’t have to compromise the morals he worked so hard to maintain. So he could keep trying to find that light within himself.

Malcolm was getting frustrated, and Laurel’s teeth bared in a strange sort of satisfaction. She wanted him forced out of that smug calm he always projected. She wanted him fighting back like he meant it. Which he did.

She had little thought for anything else other than staying on top of the next attack, using everything she had. He got in a hit to her gut that caused her to stagger back, her legs caught up in a bush. Laurel couldn’t keep her balance and fell hard onto her back, stunned.

“Malcolm, stop!” Oliver’s voice somewhere nearby. Two arrows, red and green, sailed above her, but didn’t stop the knife that was hurtling towards her.

Laurel’s mouth opened, her breath coming in a sharp gasp and, like instinct—

“SCREEEEEEEE!”

The scream left her in one concussive blast, knocking the knife high into the air until it was so small she couldn’t make out where it had gone. The very walls of the artificial suburb trembled before a loud crack rent the air.

Everything went black and shrieks of panic filled the space, some closer than others. A rumbling noise had started up, and she sat up just in time as something heavy crashed down near where she was laying.

“What just happened? What’s going on?” Thea cried out.

“The structure was damaged. This whole thing’s coming down. Laurel!”

She staggered to her feet, reaching blindly for Oliver. Hands caught hers, but she couldn’t tell if it was him or Malcolm.

“We have to get John! The people! How- how are we—”

In the dark, there was suddenly a streak of yellow, bright and crackling like electricity. Laurel was caught up in a blur of motion before her feet slammed back into the ground above ground. She looked around and saw Oliver, Thea and countless people in the strange outfits they’d been wearing in Darhk’s neighborhood, all of them just as confused as she was. John appeared moments later, gun in his hands and tense.

“What the hell just—”

“Oh my God!” Thea gasped, pointing. They all turned to look and watch as the ground far ahead of them caved in, the pavement cracking and buckling. Buildings twisted and fell in on themselves. It was exactly like out of her memories, and Laurel’s hands went to grasp the sides of her face.

“Oh God.”

The yellow streak passed up and down the crumbling structures, people appearing in their group with no warning each time it raced by. It took Laurel’s brain several seconds to catch up and realize who that streak was.

Barry skidded to a stop in front of them in full Flash gear, amazingly, impossibly alive. “Is everyone alright?”

There were murmurs of assent, some less enthusiastic than others. Most of Darhk’s willing followers looked dismayed to return to the surface, while others who had been pulled from the falling buildings seemed the most confused of all.

“What happened to all our stuff?”

“—another earthquake?”

“That guy from Central City, the fast one—”

“How did you know to be here?” Oliver asked Barry.

“Your, uh, teammate called when she couldn’t reach you guys. I’ve been searching the whole city, but it wasn’t until I saw that sinkhole opening up that I knew where you were. How exactly did that happen?”

The others looked at each other, either unsure or unwilling to say. But as Laurel stared at the devastation done to the part of the Glades that reached out to the bay — so similar to all those years ago — she couldn’t leave it unsaid.

“It was me.”

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There were no casualties, thanks to the Flash. His powers, newly returned as they were, were truly a gift. Not like hers seemed to be.

“It must have been the second explosion,” Barry said quietly in the bunker later that night. “The particles must have pervaded the lab, and Laurel’s probably pre-disposes towards the meta gene. We just met her Earth-2 doppelganger.”

Barry told them all about Black Siren, her mocking voice and the destruction that came in her wake. 600 miles away, a woman sat in a cell wearing her face.

“Is she being sent back?” Laurel asked.

“We’re going to work on that once we know for certain we can defeat Zoom. We only just turned back his army. Actually, the others are waiting for me to have a sort of victory dinner. Is it okay…?”

“Yeah, Barry,” Oliver said. “We’ve taken enough of your time.”

“Okay. I promise we’ll talk more about the meta thing,” the speedster said to her. “It’s gonna be fine.” Then in a blink, he was gone.

“It really wasn’t your fault, Laurel,” Thea said in the ensuing silence.

“Tell that to the families that lost their homes.”

“Look, as terrible as it is, that whole setup Darhk has couldn’t stay down there,” John added. “Even if we’d cleared it out, there would’ve been danger of it collapsing on its own if something in the engine room failed. Darhk built it too close to the surface.”

“Probably so that it would rise from the ashes after he launched his nuclear armada,” Felicity added. “I know this is tough, but you never meant to do anything like that. It was an accident.”

She stood, half-turned from them all with her arms folded over her chest. “That’s the problem. These powers, I can’t control them. And as long as I can’t, stuff like this is going to keep happening.” She drew in a breath, preparing herself to say it for the second time in as many months. “I have to leave the team.”

A look of absolute panic flashed across Oliver’s face. “Laurel—”

“And not to be a DA. I can’t trust myself to be around people or- or civilization with this,” she continued, waving a hand at her neck. “Not until I’m the one in control.”

“But where will you go?” Thea asked, and her lips trembled.

“I don’t know.”

“Laurel, please, Barry and his team can help you.”

“My doppleganger already took down plenty of their buildings, Oliver. They can’t really afford to lose more.” She turned fully towards him. “Please, don’t make this harder for me. I’ve never — just let me go.”

He fell silent, gaze lowered to the ground.

“This is hard for all of us, Laurel,” said Felicity. “I mean, we just lost your father and now — sorry, I didn’t mean to bring that up.”

“No. It’s fine.” Laurel did her best to hold back the sting of new tears. God, what she wouldn’t give to have her father here now. What would he do, what advice would he give her?

“Before he...died, dad told me he was proud of what I was doing for the city. To him, Star was more than home. It was family itself.” She looked at her suit on its mannequin. “To honor his memory, I have to protect this city from any danger. Including me.”

“You’re not the only one who needs to take some time off.” It was John who spoke, and she looked back over her shoulder just as the others stared at him. “Andy got away in all the confusion. I have to track him down before he can come back and hurt Lyla or Sara. Won’t be able to rest easy until I do.”

Laurel nodded and ignored a second stab of guilt. If she hadn’t reacted with her powers down there, Andy wouldn’t have gotten away. Neither would Malcolm. She’d ruined so much.

“If there’s anything we can do,” Oliver began.

“You have enough to take care of here,” said Laurel. John agreed with a nod.

“Well, so much for celebrating Thea being rescued,” Felicity muttered glumly.

Laurel looked down. Glad as she was that her friend was safe, she wasn’t really good for celebrations right now.

“I think the best way to celebrate is if we all take the night off,” Oliver decided, and she was so grateful to him in that moment for letting her get out of that room. The longer she stayed, the more she felt an awkward outsider, scared to raise her voice above a quiet murmur.

Laurel could feel his eyes on her and thought he might know it, too.

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She packed everything she would need in a large backpack normally used by those traveling across Europe. Maybe she would end up there, maybe she wouldn’t.

It hadn’t been hard to resign from the DA’s office. She’d technically been on medical leave and then bereavement leave after that anyway before she needed to decide if she was taking the DA job, so it was just a matter of telling them she would not be back. Not for a long time, if ever.

Thea helped her check she had everything one last time. “You’re sure?” Her friend asked not for the first time.

“I am. I’m sorry,” Laurel added. “I wouldn’t leave you behind if I didn’t have to, but I couldn’t live with myself if you got hurt, Speedy.”

Thea nodded. “I know, I just — I wish everyone didn’t have to go.”

“It’s just me and John.”

“Yeah, but.” Thea paused and let out a shaky breath. “I think I’m gonna take some time off the team, too.”

Laurel’s mouth fell open.

“You feel like you’re a liability because of your powers. I’m a liability because of my dad. He got away, just like Andy. He got away with drugging me again.”

She reached for her friend’s shoulders. “Thea, that wasn’t—”

“My fault? I know. But I have to figure out if this is something I’m okay with happening over and over before I put that mask back on. Besides.” Thea shrugged. “It’s not gonna be the same without my teammates.”

Laurel felt herself smile. “I guess it won’t be.”

“I’ll still be here. Keeping the apartment warm, backup if Ollie gets in over his head, you know,” Thea continued in a valiant effort to maintain a casual air.

“Good. You two look out for each other while I’m gone.”

Thea’s smile crumpled a little. “We’re gonna miss you so much.”

Laurel pulled her into a hug. “I know. So am I.”

Thea pulled back and wiped at her eyes. “One more thing.” She went into her room and came back with Laurel’s suit in her hands. “You never know, wherever you end up they might need the Black Canary.”

Laurel took hold of the jacket, her eyes closing. “Thank you, Thea.”

She got a rideshare to the cemetery to visit with her father. It would be the last time in a while, so she laid a fresh batch of flowers down in front of the headstone.

“I wish none of this had happened. If I’d done something differently or not been at that prison, maybe things would be better for everyone. Maybe you’d still be here.” She brushed her fingers over his name, letting the silence speak for itself for a time.

“I still haven’t heard from Sara. I’m not sure how it works, with her not being in this time. Maybe the message got lost or she...she doesn’t want to see me. Maybe she doesn’t want to believe you’re gone.” It was a tempting idea, one that she would find hard to resist if she were in that position. Or maybe that was the guilt talking. “I’m sure she’ll come here someday. She’d want to come see you.”

Laurel rose to her feet.

“I’m not sure when I’ll be back, but you’ll always be with me, Daddy. I love you so much. I’ll keep trying to make you proud.”

Drawing in a deep breath, Laurel turned and left the cemetery. She called a second rideshare, this time for the airport. It dropped her off at the queue for departing flights, and Laurel walked down the line to find her airline.

“Hey!”

Laurel turned at the sound of the familiar voice. She should’ve realized. “Hey. What are you doing here?”

Oliver jogged up to her. “I just, um, wanted to see you off.”

Laurel nodded. “Well, I guess you have.”

He looked down. “Yeah.”

She took in his appearance then, his nice slacks and a tie. He hadn’t worn anything like it since he’d withdrawn his candidacy. “You heading to an interview after this?”

He huffed a laugh. “Kind of. Uh, since Ruve sort of left out of nowhere, the city’s asked if I can step in. For the interim, anyway.”

A real smile for her was rare of late, but one rose on her face now. “Congratulations. It should’ve been yours from the start.”

“Thank you. First order of business will be picking a DA,” he told her. “It’ll be a tough spot to fill considering my first choice is leaving the country.”

Laurel shook her head. “You’ll be fine without me, Ollie.”

“I’m not sure I will be,” he admitted in a moment of vulnerability. “Sorry. I wasn’t trying — you were right, you’ve never tried to stop me. I know you need this.”

She licked her bottom lip. “I think we both do.”

It was still hanging in the air between them, what she’d said in the hospital. Laurel didn’t know if either of them would ever truly address it again, if they could even survive it if they did.

“Actually,” said Oliver. He fished around for something in a pocket. Laurel’s heart skipped a beat as she saw the back of a photo.

“Ollie—”

“I thought you might want something to hang onto, to remember the family you’ve got waiting back home.” He held it out to her.

It had been taken by Alex at a campaign event, Laurel remembered. One of the last ones, because Felicity was in her wheelchair. John has his hands resting on the handlebars, the easy trust and comfort between the two friends obvious.

She remembered, too, how Alex had been trying to rearrange the lineup, his face scrunching up each time he’d looked at her.

“Laurel, if you could go on Thea’s other side, that way we get Oliver in the center—”

Oliver had wound an arm over her shoulders, his other arm around Thea’s waist, the same way they were in the photo. “It’s a photo, Alex, not a production. Just take it.”

“Fine, you’re the boss.”

He was dead now, Laurel dimly recalled. Thea had told her the night they’d returned to the apartment. Machin had snuck into Darhk’s secret neighborhood and killed the campaign aide in his obsession with Thea. He was the only one they’d managed to recapture and put behind bars, a poor consolation for the loss of her friend’s boyfriend.

But the team in the photo didn’t know that. They smiled, happy and oblivious to everything that was to come. The elbow of her father’s suit jacket was jutting into the frame on the right, just out of shot with Donna. How much simpler things looked in hindsight.

She looked back up. “I’ll keep it with me.” She tucked it into the pocket of her jacket. “Good luck with the mayorship. You’ll do a great job.”

“Thanks. Good luck to you, too. I hope you find what you’re looking for.” He hesitated then stepped towards her, leaning towards her side, and she felt his lips on her cheek. Laurel sucked in a breath and ducked her head as he pulled back just a few centimeters.

“Be safe out there.”

“I will. Goodbye, Ollie.”

There was something so pained in his gaze, and for a moment she thought he might speak. But he stepped back instead, forcing a tight smile.

She returned it before heading through the automatic doors of the airport. Laurel raised a hand to her cheek, then wiped at the corners of her eyes. She’d only cause a stir at the security check in if she turned up looking like a mess. Everything was always a mess when it came to her and Ollie.

The tightness in her chest lessened once she arrived at her gate, and she was breathing easier by the time they were seated on the plane. Laurel lifted the window shade in order to get her last glimpse of Star before takeoff. Her last glimpse of home and the people she loved.

This city had always been her refuge, her constant in all the changes and upheaval. In some ways it was her cage, too. But it was time to fly.

[mycastleinthesky]

‪no offense, but I don’t want eliot to be forced into a new relationship next season. I mean, I want him to finally find happiness with someone, but fucking hell why couldn’t have that been with q? why do queer viewers never get to experience a slow burn between leads, why do we always have to live with side relationships that have a max of 3 episodes of development? I wouldn’t consider myself someone who is overly into romance, but when it’s done right I put my entire heart into it. most of the time “done” right to me means there’s development, chemistry, a great focus on it, and it doesn’t end abruptly. I honestly have yet to see one show that has even attempted to do this with their lgbt relationships. (but if you have pls recommend some to me!). I know this sounds picky but ffs is it wrong for me to ask for well written lgbt+ stories/love stories? ‬I genuinely thought the magicians was going in that route, but ha! eliot never gets to tell q how he feels bc, well, you know. it still really hurts, and a new relationship for him, though I know he does deserve to be happy, will just leave me feeling really bitter over waisted potential with queliot. I quess I (and eliot) need time, or just, idk, bring q back!

[hope-for-olicity]

Trip Down Memory Lane #63

It’s no secret that Season 6 of Arrow has left me beyond miserable - but I remain cautiously optimistic about Season 7. However, I still need cheering so I’m remembering times when Arrow made me happy. There was a whole lot of happy and good before I had my heart broken.

A favourite Olicity moment!

Followed by one my favourite Olicity kisses!!

The Engagement Party!

Thanks so much to those who made the gifs

@memcjo @wherethereissmoak @green-arrows-of-karamel @mel-loves-all  @charlinert @vaelisamaza @tdgal1 @oliverfel4 @spaztronautwriter  @laurabelle2930 @coal000 @miriam1779 @swordandarrow @onceuponarrow  @cruzrogue

[bonesofapoet]

( please note some links will take you to my main blog )

* characters with an asterisk are now platonic only

ARCANE

Silco

prologue -a taste of mercy

DC

Arthur Curry

melted stars, melted sea

Donna Troy

sunlight

morning sun, burning waffles

headcanon: a snowy afternoon

to bloom through a blade

Dick Grayson

car crash hearts

with fear, i fall

headcanon: going to a haunted house

watchers in the night

portraits for lovers

Jason Todd

lightning fields

now cracks a noble heart

headcanon: watching it snow

we are unsung hymns

a shelter made of mercy

i didn’t know the world could be so warm

they say fear is for the weak

sky full of song

headcanon: going to a haunted house

atlas bewitched in a diner

trials of the gods

headcanon: jason is scared of loving you, but cant stay away

run away from the sun

fall

John Constantine

death wrapped in velvet

the muse of venus

Roy Harper

my dear, how sweet we could be

DEADLY CLASS

Billy Bennett

constellation dreams

Lex Miller

midnight reality

anthology pt I

anthology pt II

a rose colored curse

we walk in beauty

i can see fire in your eyes

Marcus Lopez Arguello

neon anchors

merciful souls

starlight sins

inscendence

from dusk ‘til dawn

Saya Kuroki

shallow glory

CALL OF DUTY

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

heart under the gun

ares crowned by persephone

CASTLEVANIA

Alucard ( Adrian Tepes )

revival of a soul

haunted

touched by fire

CHILLING ADVENTURES OF SABRINA

Nicholas Scratch

hush

sweet cravings

DRAGON AGE

Cullen Rutherford

the night that keeps our secrets

Fenris

the honeyed kiss of betrayal

Lucanis Dellamorte

tongue-tied

Sebastian Vael

our graveyard of dreams

The Iron Bull

our names are carved in steel

GENERAL

headcanon: vigilante/hero x you

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

Aemond Targaryen

through the thorns

the shadow’s crown

even dragons must yield

MARVEL

Bucky Barnes

letters from poseidon

we’re nothing but a falling star

skin & bones

Frank Castle

soft and wild

abandoned valor

once upon an ugly sweater

ache

Hobie Brown

headcanon: going to a show with hobie

Loki

the oracle at the end of the world

Matt Murdock

aphrodite’s kiss

blood of the holy

lucifer in the arms of persephone

Peter Parker (TASM)

a duet, honey sweet

muse of the heart

Quentin Beck

careful, i bite pt I

careful, i bite pt II

Sam Wilson

stars in high tide

Shang-Chi

steady heart

Sylvie Lushton

tired eyes and gentle hands

* Yelena Belova

the glow of a valley

amaranthine

ghosts

PRODIGAL SON

Malcolm Bright

we move lightly

fragments

crimson darling

STAR WARS

Captain Rex

dewdrops

Din Djarin

a legion on crimson wings: pt  I  II  III  IV  V  VI

violent delights

the golden rays of night

wicked, wicked dreams

Obi-Wan Kenobi

fallen kingdoms and starlight hearts

STRANGER THINGS

Billy Hargrove

head full of noise

Eddie Munson

sunset leather + rooftop smiles

headcanon: going to a metal show with eddie

monster hunting would suck without you

too young to fall in love

inferno

golden crowns and whispering roses

april

TEEN WOLF

Peter Hale

on the breath of a hurricane

THE DREAMER TRILOGY

Declan Lynch / Jordan

veiled in vintage thorns

THE OLD GUARD

Booker ( Sebastian le Livre )

funeral for a ghost

THE ORIGINALS

Kol Mikaelson

watch me crack and shatter

THE 100

Roan

sunrise over the devil’s revenge

[deputy-ajay-ghale]

Donna/Quentin > Donna/Noah

The only chance I have of a Smoak and a Lance finding love together.

[hoffkk]

Moving In and Moving On (Status Update!)

An Olicity Fanfic

Written by: @hoffkk

Hey everyone! I have mentioned before that I have been working on a multi-chapter olicity fic on AO3.  I am thrilled to say that I just posted the fourteenth and final chapter, and the story is now complete! Yay!  Below you will see a brief summary of the fic and a link to the story.  Please enjoy and let me know what you think!

Summary:  When Felicity gets kicked out of her apartment and moves in with Thea and Oliver, relationships old and new are put to the test. Some ignite with sparks flying everywhere, while others flame-out. The question is... who can stand the heat?

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/10378686/chapters/22921710

[cinematicalice]

#Cinemood parte arrabbiato. Con questa nuova rubrica vi consiglio un po' di film in base al vostro umore. Partiamo col botto. Siete incazzati come Tony Montana? Ecco con cosa sbollire e perché.

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1)La Haine(Mathieu Kassovitz,1995). Se vi sentite sempre in guerra con il mondo e il sistema,Vinz da oggi diventerà il vostro migliore amico. Il clima è quello della Parigi criminale,dei bassi fondi in cui vivono ragazzi che hanno voglia di litigare e di vivere una vita migliore.

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2)Taxi driver(Martin Scorsese,1976) è il film che ha ispirato la scena iniziale di La Haine. Se la vostra rabbia è riempita da un mix di solitudine e senso di inadeguatezza ricordatevi di cosa ha dovuto passare Travis.

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3)The hateful eight (Quentin Tarantino,2015). È un film di Tarantino,di base sono sempre tutti incazzatissimi.

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4)American History X (Tony Kaye,1998). Di base è un film violento,ma se guardato attentamente ci insegna anche quanto la violenza e in generale la vendetta,non servano a nulla.

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5)Scarface(Brian De Palma,1983). È uno dei miei film preferiti,in assoluto. Al Pacino è Tony Montana,il cubano più irascibile e determinato della storia del cinema. Per una botta di autostima.

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6)Will Hunting (Gus Van Sant,1997). Will è un genio ma non sa mai cosa fare,dove sbattere la testa o come comportarsi con una donna. Per fortuna incontra lo psicologo Sean Maguire, l'unico in grado di aiutarlo e dal quale anche voi potrete ricavare qualcosa di positivo.

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7)Un giorno di ordinaria follia (Joel Schumacher,1993). Il film perfetto per quando vorresti prendere a scazzottate chi ti ha sbagliato l'ordinazione al ristorante dopo una giornata già difficile di suo.

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8)Little Miss Sunshine (Jonathan Dayton e Valerie Faris,2006). Concludo con un film pieno di speranza,un piccolo capolavoro. Se siete non solo arrabbiati,ma anche tristi o delusi,Paul Dano e Steve Carell sapranno ridarvi la carica per ripartire.

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#cinema #briandepalma #film #filmdavedere #scarface #taxidriver #alpacino #robertdeniro #pauldano #stevecarell #lahaine #tarantino #thehatefuleight #littlemisssunshine #recensionefilm #recensionifilm #recensione #filmdavedere #azione #cinematic #love #americanhistoryx #mattdam

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[creelkobblelaufeyson69]

WHO I WRITE FOR *Will get updated*

Marvel:

Wanda Maximoff

Loki

Wade Wilson

Young! Charles Xavier

Young! Erik

Norman/Green Goblin

Peter Parker (Tom Holland’s)

Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield’s)

Kilgrave

Jessica Jones

Natasha

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Baron Zemo

Stephen Strange

Steven/Marc/Jake

Kate Bishop

Yelena

Otto Octavius

Max Dillon

Ikaris

Quentin beck

Thor

Hela

Valkyrie

Captain Carter

Mobius

Celebrity’s:

Tom Hiddleston

Benedict Cumberbatch

Sebastian Stan

Chris Evans

Elizabeth Olsen

Ryan Reynolds

Scarlett Johansson

David Tennant

Chris Hemsworth

Willem Dafoe

Tom Holland

Alfred Molina

Johnny Depp

Helena Bonham Carter

Andrew Scott

Martin Freeman

Bill Skarsgård

Jake Gyllenhaal

Robert Pattinson

Pedro Pascal

Oscar Isaac

Jason Isaacs

Alan Rickman

Tom Felton

Owen Wilson

Keanu Reeves

Simon Pegg

Lin Manuel Miranda

Bill Hader

Sherlock:

Sherlock

John Watson

Jim Moriarty

Good Omens:

Crowley x Aziraphale

Doctor Who:

Tenth Doctor

Rose Tyler

Donna Noble

Martha Jones

Simm! Master

Horror:

Jack Torrance

Charles Lee Ray

Pennywise (remake)

Tiffany Valentine

Peter Vincent (David’s)

Thomas Wake (pretty sure that counts as horror right?)

Adult Bill

Steve Harrington

John Wick:

John Wick

Marcus (Willem Dafoe)

Others:

Ted (Bill and Ted)

Lord Asriel

Lee Scoresby

Hot priest (fleabag)

Hap (The OA)

Captain Hook (Peter Pan 2003)

Nicholas Angel

Harry Potter:

Lucius Malfoy

Severus Snape

Newt scamander

Barty Crouch Jr

[shannyfishwriter]

Arrow: “You Will Be Found” 08

Title: You Will Be Found Rating: T Summary: Picks up from where the season five finale (5x23 - Lian Yu) leaves off. *~*~*~*~*~*

Felicity was curled up in his arms and it was one of his favorite moments of the entire day.  A moment that he wished didn't have to be so fleeting.  There was always this brief wondering if he could just get away with them both staying in bed for the entire day, to leave the rest of the world behind.   They couldn't. His alarm went off and he reached out begrudgingly and silenced it with a groan.   "Five more minutes," Felicity mumbled as she tightened her hold on him.   Oliver didn't argue. "I want to do this every morning…" she whispered. He scooted just a bit so that his lips could brush a kiss to her forehead.  Oliver's fingers pushed her hair out of her face.  "We can."  He leaned in and kissed her lips, passion taking over on both sides.  The kiss lengthened and deepened.  Eventually though, it broke.  He stared at her, a bright smile spreading across his face.  She was so beautiful, though she always was...breathtakingly so.  "Tap my heart," he whispered as he used two fingers to tap over where his heart was.   It seemed to only make her brighten and that warmed him.  Nothing made him happier than seeing her happy.   "I know you worry," Felicity whispered.   "I'm allowed to," he reminded.   "I'm going to be fine," Felicity told him.  "Walking or not." "I know that." "Do you?" "Mostly," Oliver admitted.  It was hard for him to feel like he was giving up, even though he had no control over the situation.  Felicity's body had to heal on its own time, if it ever did, in order to accept the implant.  He couldn't hurry that along.  It was on a timetable that no one could dictate and that was beyond frustrating.  Sometimes he wondered how she stayed as bright and positive as she did.   Felicity patted his arm and then pushed herself up a bit to kiss him again.  "Good.  Also, breakfast…" He smiled and nodded.  "I think I can handle making breakfast." Oliver sat up and threw his legs over the edge of the bed before pulling on a pair of pajama pants.  It was a habit he'd gotten into, since so many people had a key to their loft now...far too many people had seen him in his boxers (mainly Curtis, which had resulted in startled squeaking sounds).   He was halfway down the stairs when there was a knock at the door.  Brow furrowing in confusion on who could be there and be there that early (also, who would be knocking).  Nevertheless, he made his way to the door and swung it open after quickly checking the peephole.  Oliver was even more confused at who he found.   "My darling Oliver!" Donna Smoak exclaimed before throwing her arms around him.  "I came as soon as Quentin called!"  She pulled back, still ahold of his upper arms.  "Why didn't you call me?  What were you thinking?!" Donna had already allowed herself in and dropped her bags inside the door, Quentin was closing the door behind them both and just gave him a shrug.  Oliver knew that this was likely to come up, but he also knew that there were always pros and cons to Donna being in Star City.  "We were going to…" he rambled.  When she turned and gave him a look that told him that she knew better than that, he realized that it reminded him of a look that Felicity gave him when she was calling him out for crap she didn't believe.  "But now you're here...in Star City." "Where's my Felicity?" "Upstairs, still in bed," Oliver said.  "I was just going to make breakfast.  Why don't you and Quentin stay for breakfast?  I'll go up and let Felicity know that you're here--" "I don't know why you don't just convert some of this downstairs space into a bedroom, so that Felicity has better access," Donna said as she motioned around.  "It just seems like the smarter thing to do--" "Okay, Donna," Quentin said gently as he put his arms around her and guided her towards the kitchen.  "Maybe we can talk about this later." "Do you think I'm wrong?" "I didn't say that," Oliver could hear Quentin say as he led Donna towards the kitchen.   This wasn't exactly how he expected things to go that morning and he wasn't sure what Felicity was going to take of it all.  Oliver took one last look at their retreating forms before climbing up to the bedroom.  Felicity was sitting there on the edge of the bed and it was clear that she had been awake to hear everything.  "I didn't know," Oliver said in defense almost immediately. "I know," she said with a slight sigh.  "I just know she hates seeing me like this...and then she fusses more than normal." Oliver leaned in and kissed her before scooping her up.  He knew that Felicity always felt like she was somehow negatively impacting his day because there were parts where she needed help, but he never saw it like that.  "Maybe she'll be less worried because the engagement is back on?" "Yeah, she'll definitely have other questions with that," Felicity pointed out.   "But more than anything, the engagement will only serve as a minor distraction."   Maybe she was right. He'd respected Felicity's wishes about her mother being there and knowing, but now this was out of both of their hands.  He hadn't called Donna, but rather it had been Quentin.  Oliver realized that it must have been difficult for the older man, who had loved Donna Smoak and things had ended...unexpectedly and quickly.  For him to be the one to call her and bring her here, it spoke volumes about his love of Felicity. For the moment, he knew that he wasn't needed up there, but he could still sense the tension in her.  He pressed a kiss to the side of her head and squeezed her.  "I'll go down and get breakfast started and try to keep your mother distracted…" "I thought that's what Quentin was doing?" she asked quietly. "It has to be awkward." "So is your mother being called by someone else...after the fact," Felicity pointed out. She wasn't wrong. "Are you saying that he deserves the awkwardness?" "Maybe…" He just smiled and pressed a kiss into her hair before heading downstairs.

Read more at AO3 or ff.net

[eydika]

eydika’s name list 2.0

more... names because the first name list I made isn’t enough anymore

A

Abaddon

Abbey / Abbie

Abel

Ace

Ada

Adam

Adrien

Agnes

Aiden

Akari

Alaska

Alchemy

Alec / Alex / Alexa

Alessi / Alessia

Alexis

Aliana / Alianna

Alice

Alison

Alistair

Alivia

Allie / Ally

Alpha

Alya

Amber

Amelia

Amity

Amos

Amy

Andie / Andy

Andrew

Andromeda

Angel

Anita

Anna / Anne

Annabelle / Annie

Apollo

Apple

Apricot

April

Archer / Archie

Arden

Ares

Argus

Ariel

Aron / Aaron / Auron

Arrow

Artemis

Arthur

Artis

Arya

Ash / Asher

Aspen / Aspyn

Astrid

Athena

Atlas

Atticus

Aubrey / Audrey

Audio

Auger

Auggie

August

Aurelia

Aurora

Austin

Autumn

Ava / Avaline / Avalon / Aveline

Avery / Avrey

Aya

B

Baby

Barbie

Basil

Bea / Bee

Bean

Beatrice / Beatriz

Bébé

Beck / Beckett

Beetle

Bella / Belle

Beryl

Betty

Bijou

Billie

Birdie

Bishop

Bitter

Blair / Blaire

Blaise

Bloom

Blue / Blu

Boheme

Bonnie

Bowie

Briar

Bridget

Brina

Brody

Bryson

Bunny

Byron

C

Cade / Cadea / Caden

Cairo

Cal / Calum

Caleb

Callie

Calliope

Calvin

Cameron

Candace

Canopy

Carly / Carlie

Carol / Caroline

Carter

Casper

Cassandra

Cassius

Catherine

Celia

Cetus

Chance

Charlotte

Cherry

China

Chip

Chloe

Cian

Cinnamon

Civet

Clara / Clary / Clarabelle

Claire

Clementine

Cleo

Clover

Cobalt

Colby

Colt / Colten

Constance

Cooper

Cora

Corey

Corvus

Cosmo

Cricket

Cynthia

Cyra

Cyrus

D

Dacre

Daisy

Dakota

Dalia

Dallas

Damien

Dana

Dandelion

Dandy

Dante

Daphne

Darby / Darcy

Darius

Darla

Davina / Divina

Davos

Dawn

Deacon

Deb

December

Deja

Delaney

Delta

Demi

Denim

Denver

Desmond

Dexter

Diego

Digit

Dion / Dior

DJ

Doe

Domino

Donna

Doran

Dorothy / Dot / Dottie

Douglas

Dune

Dusk

Dylan

E

Eachan

Ebele

Ebony

Echo

Eden

Edris

Effi / Effie

Egan

Elijah

Eliza

Ella / Ellie

Elliot

Ellis

Elodie

Elsbeth / Elspeth

Elsie

Elyse

Embla

Emily

Emlyn

Emma

Emmett

Emory

Erica

Erin

Ernest

Ernie

Esryn

Estelle

Ethan

Eugene

Eva / Eve / Evie

Evan

Evangeline

F

Fae / Fee

Faith

Fawn

Fawke

Felix

Fenris

Fergus

Ferris

Fig / Figgy

Finbar

Fizz

Fletcher

Fleur

Flint

Flora / Florence

Forrest

Fox

Frankie

Freya

G

Gage

Gaia

Gavin

Gemma

Gene / Genesis / Genevieve

Gigi

Gil

Giselle

Gladys

Gloom

Gloria / Glory

Goldie

Grace / Gracie

Greta

Griffin

Gus

H

Hadley

Hailey

Hana

Harlow

Harmony

Harper

Hawk

Hayden

Hazel

Hector

Henley

Henry

Hera / Hero

Honey / Honeydew

Hope

Hunter

I

Ian / Ion

Idris

Ieni

Iesha

Illori

Ilya

Imelda

Imogen

Imp

India

Indira

Ingrid

Irina

Iris

Isaac

Isara

Isla

Ivory / Ivy

Izzy

J

Jack / Jackie

Jade

Jake

Janice / Janis

Jason

Jasper

Jay / Joy

Jenan

Jericho

Jerry

Jibo

Jill

Jinx

Joan

Jude / Judith

Juleka

Juli / Julip

June / Juno

Juniper

Jupiter

Justice

K

Kaiven

Kale

Kappa

Kayla

Kellen

Kelly

Kes

Kimber

Kitana

Kitty

Kiwi

Knox

Kris

Kristy / Kirsty

Krull

Kumo

L

Laken

Lana

Lapse

Lark

Laurel

Lavender

Lemon

Lenka

Leo / Leon / Leonie

Levitt

Liberty

Lilac

Lilith

Lima

Lindsey

Locus / Lotus

Lottie

Luca / Luka

Lucia / Lucie / Lucy

Lucille

Lucky

Luis

Luna / Louna

Luther

Lux

Lynn

M

Mabel / Mable / Maple

Madison

Mae / May

Maeve

Magnolia

Mango

Mantis

March

Marcia / Marcy

Margaux / Margo / Margot

Marina

Marion

Marley

Marmalade

Mars

Martha

Mary

Mason

Maude

Maura

Maxine

Maya

Meadow

Medea

Melancholia

Melba

Memphis

Mercedes

Mercy

Mick

Milan

Milla

Millenia

Milo

Mina / Mona

Minerva

Minnie

Minnow

Miron

Misery

Mona

Monday

Montgomery

Monty

Morrigan

Morwenna

Myrtle

N

Nana

Nancy

Nasira

Nate

Nathaniel

Naveed

Navy

Ned

Nefarian

Ness

Nestor

Never

Newt

Nikki

Noah

Nora

Norma

Nova

Nutmeg

Nye

Nyx

O

Octa

October

Odessa

Olive / Olivia

Ollie

Omega

Omen

Onyx

Opal

Ophelia

Oriana / Orion

Oscar / Oskar

Otis

Owen

Ozzy / Ozzie

P

Paige

Paisley

Parker

Pat / Pattie

Paula / Paola

Pea / Peach

Pebble

Penelope

Pepper

Pepsi

Percy

Petrichor

Philippa

Philomena

Phoebe

Phoenix

Piccolo

Pip / Piper

Pixie

Poe

Pollux

Pomeline

Poppy

Portia

Primrose

Q

Queen

Quentin

Quibble

Quincy

Quinn

R

Rachel

Radian

Ransom

Raven

Ray

Razzia

Rebus / Remus

Reverie

Rhubarb

Rick

Rider / Ryder

Rigby

Rilla

Roach

Robin

Rory

Rosa / Rosalie

Rose

Roux

Rowan

Roxanne / Roxie / Roxy

Ruben

Ruby

Rune

S

Sabina / Sabine / Sabrina

Sable

Sadie

Saffron

Sage / Saige

Salem

Sam / Samantha / Sammie

Savant

Savian

Scarlett

Scotty

Scout

Sean

Sesame

Shea

Skye / Skylar

Sloane

Solomon

Spencer

Sprout

Star

Stella

Sunny

Sybil

Syc

Symphony

T

Tabea

Tabitha / Tabs

Tali / Talia

Tasha

Tate

Tau

Temper

Tharan

Theodora / Theodosia

Theros

Thimble

Thirteen

Thorn

Tia

Tilda

Tina

Topaz

Tora / Torian

Trinity

Trixie

Trope

Tulip

Turnip

Twig

U

Ukiyo

Umara

Umbra

Ursa

V

Valentin

Valerie

Valora

Vargas

Vaughn

Vector

Vega / Vegas

Velvet

Venus

Vera

Vernon

Vesper

Vinette

Violet

Vivek

Volt

W

Waverly

Wednesday

Wendy

Wes

Whisper

William

Willow

Winnie

Winona

Winter

Wish

Wren

X + Y + Z

Xena / Xenia

Xeno / Xenos

Yuki

Yuri

Zafira

Zaria

Zephyr

Zero

Zoe / Zoelle

Zona

Zyra

LAST NAMES

Abbot

Abernathy

Alton

Arcanum

Ashe

Astor

Badger

Balker

Bass

Bennett

Benton

Blake

Bleu

Blunt

Blythe

Cable

Cabot

Cain

Carter

Carver

Castillo

Choi

Clemonte

Coldwell

Collins

Colt

Craft

Craven

Crimson

Croft

Dabney

Danvers

Dayholt

Delpy

Driver

Dyer

Eades

Edge

Epithet

Epps

Evert

Farley

Fell

Fenner

Fig

Finch

Findlay

Fletcher

Foley

Fowler

Fray

Freud

Frost

Geller

Gill

Guest

Hale

Hapley

Harp

Hart

Hearst

Hooper

Hunt

Hyde

Ivy

Jinx

Keller

Kersey

Kingsley

Knight

Knox

Kraft

Krav

Laveau

Lecter

Lock / Lockwood

Lowell

Lush

Marr

Mills

Mist

Morgan

Morrison

Murray

Myers

Oaks

Patel

Pierce

Pike

Powell

Price

Pruitt

Quint

Quiver

Random

Ripley

Ryder

Sears

Sloane

Sparks

Stele

Strom

Sutton

Talbot

Tate

Thorne

Twig

Twist

Tycho

Utley

Valentine

Vance

Vaughn

Vos

Walker

Wallow

Weaver

Webb

Wiley

Wilkes

Winston

Wreath

Wright

Wrong

York

Zella

Zepeda