I enjoyed last night's episode. I believe that Siren is playing both sides. Working with Diaz is keeping her alive but working living with her father is giving her the chance for a new life to see what it's like to be someone else. She was portrayed as intelligent, strong, brave, protective. She used the knowledge she learned in those law books and helped out the side that for the moment was offering her what she wanted.
And I really like the Diaz/Laurel (what is that ship name). I understand why people see it as unhealthy (just like I understand why people see laur.iver and oli.citiy as unhealthy ships) but I don't see it that way. Diaz is one of the only people accepting her for who she is. He's giving her options, now those options comes with consequences but everything in life does. She could choose to help Team Arrow but she understands Diaz on a level. They're this Bonnie and Clyde couple. I don't mind putting off Sirens redemption arc til next season if I get to see them developed more.
And honestly a part of me is hoping they do. There are only a few episodes left with lots to resolve. This arc should be slow and not about turning Earth 2 Laurel into Earth 1 Laurel. Women are not interchangeable and I try to think of the two characters more like identical twins than the same person. They may be similar in many ways but Siren gave into the darkness and embraced where Laurel fought against it. That makes all the difference to the people they are and how they should be written and treated as characters.
Summary: This was all about trust. Because no matter how many times she said she trusted him, when things got rough or she got scared it was obvious she was just waiting for them to leave her. This may not be a sign of trusting them to say, but letting them have complete control was definitely a sign she trusted them in some way and they could build off that.
Laurel had to resist the urge to tug at the ties restraining her wrists to the headboard. The last fight they engaged in had been bad. Trust issues had been brought front and center and Laurel wasnât going to get over her inability to believe that they werenât going to leave her, not anytime soon. But she did trust them and when John and Oliver had jokingly suggested she let them tie her up she agreed.
It wasnât the first time they had played around with bondage. Though she didnât think it counted as trust when both of her boyfriends could get out of handcuffs easier than she could get out of her clothes. Which was not a skill she possessed and was going to have them teach her soon. But not a subject to bring up tonight. âCan you get out of them love?â With Johnâs voice at her feet finishing up the last tie on her ankle she tugged at the cloth securing both her wrists and ankles.
âI canât get out.â Why was she nervous? This wasnât the first time they had tied her up either, but maybe it was because she was giving them complete control. Before if she said stop they stopped no questions asked. If she wanted to prove to herself and to them that she trusted them not to hurt her she wasnât going to say stop the moment it became uncomfortable. Not without having to voice her fears at least.
The bed dipped as her boys sat on either side of her. âRelax, pretty bird. If you donât want to do this you donât have to. This is supposed to be fun.â Oliver was pushing some hair out of her eyes. His expression soft and concerned. He wasnât going to be mad if she backed out, not when this wasnât a way to solve their issues, just a show of faith.
John wasnât so obvious with his concern, but the fact that he was just tracing along her sides and hip, staying away from anything to sexual, let her know he was agreeing with Oliver. It was as much a sign that they cared about her and her trusting them as she was going to get and Laurel relaxed. âNo, I just donât like giving up control.â Not since her resurrection especially. âBut I trust you.âÂ
This timeâs John touch did get more bold, his finger slipping over her breast before he moved. âYouâll enjoy this love. Now close your eyes and left your head bit.â He tied a blindfold around her eyes and she took in a deep breath, reminding herself it was okay to be nervous. She had been nervous her first kiss and her first time. Had been nervous her first time with both of them and the first time with only one of them. The important thing was that she was choosing to do this and some of that nervous feeling was excitement too.
âWeâve got you.â After that there was nothing. She could hear the shuffling and a whisper across the room before one of them chuckled. But they were leaving her alone, she knew both of them could have been quieter if she didnât want them to know they were there she wouldnât. This was just to reassure her they hadnât left her here alone.Â
It felt like hours but she was sure it was probably only several minutes before they returned to her. âStill doing good, Pretty Bird?â Oliverâs question was cut off as she felt a pair of warm lips on her own. Her hand moved to rub up the chest of the man kissing her but was stopped by the restraint.Â
The kiss had to be John because she could feel his chuckle against her lips as she was stopped. As John was kissing her Oliver climbed onto the bed and his lips quickly found her hip. Somewhere along the way they must have lost their clothes because she could feel his skin against hers. Oliver kissed up, making sure to spend extra time along the various scars on her body. His finger traced along the scar from where Darhk stabbed her and she was forced to stay still as he kissed it.
Laurel would normally move away and she couldnât stop her body from tensing but John was there to distract her. She never took into consideration that maybe Oliver was just as bothered by it as she was. That maybe he needed to soothe the wound in his own way. John bit down on her shoulder the quick pierce of pain enough to distract her and turn most of her attention to him. She couldnât resist the moan that escaped her lips. A little pain with sex had been a kink she hadnât realized she had until she put on the Black Canary mask for the first time and got so turned on by everything.
John kissed the bite before soothing the mark with his tongue. She doubted it would be the last mark they left on her body for the night. It was hard to concentrate on one man when both were making her feel so good. Once she relaxed with Johnâs distraction, Oliver paying attention to the scar didnât bother her anymore. Neither one was touching anywhere that most people thought of as sexual but they were doing a good job of making her wet.
John spent time focusing on her neck and shoulder until she felt his tongue move across her neck and down between her breasts. Oliver seemed to have soothe his own guilt and moved up to her breast. She could feel their tongues meeting at the same place on her body before pulling away and each taking a breast. Large hands joined tongues and Laurel gasped as someone bit down on her nipple. Ollie, not John. She knew what their hands felt like on her body but it still took a second to recognize it. John was more gentle this time, peppering kisses around her nipple before taking it in his mouth and sucking on it.
Fuck all she could do was feel what they were doing to her. Every sensation seemed to be increased and all she could do to participate was make the little whimpers and moans that escaped her lips. The two tongues intertwined again on her body and for a second all she could feel was hands. This blindfold sucked because there were times she was just as happy to watch them together as she was to be involved.
They made a striking pair, at least to her and there was so no bigger turn on than watching the two men she loved. Laurel let out an annoyed huff and she could almost feel their eyes turn to her. âYou think sheâs more annoyed she doesnât have our complete attention or that she canât watch?â
A laugh followed the question. âSheâs never been selfish, but she does like to watch. Likes to be watched too.â Oliver could be a jerk too and Laurel felt herself go red at being called out for both of her kinks.Â
âI can still hear you and talk you know.â She was able to move her leg enough to be able to knee Oliver in the side. It wasnât hard but at least enough to let him know she didnât appreciate being teased right now.
The annoyance didnât last long as their full attention returned to her. The bed shifted as someone moved down. The other stayed at her breast, alternating between the two. She felt fingers on her thighs but it was her breasts that had her attention now. At least until someone settled between her legs and she felt the scrape of teeth on her clit. It was gentle and soon his tongue was lapping at the spot.
Laurel was stopped from moving her hands again and she dug her nails into her palms. Laurel was panting and gasping, the fact that there was someone at her breast momentarily forgotten, until there was a bite on her breast. It seemed like neither of them was going to let her forget they were there. Even if it drove her insane.
They knew exactly what to do to get her to that edge. Mouths and hands all over her body. At one point Laurel couldnât tell who was who anymore unless someone was talking to her. Without being able to see it seemed like her other senses where heightened. She may have to let them do this again.
Someone was over her and she felt fingers enter her, but they werenât talking anymore. The other pair of hands were caressing her body and the slow touches were almost ticklish. Someone was slowly entering her and she let out a low moan as he slowly moved in and out of her. Who was getting tortured more by the slow movements crossed her mind, until she felt tow hands lifting up her ass enough to squeeze as another played with her clit.
Both were bringing her to the edge and then denying her that final release. âFuck you both, this is torture.âÂ
John chuckle before he leaned into her ear. âThatâs not begging, luv.â She had her pride, for the most part both Ollie and her did but she wasnât going to give in. At least not until she felt her partners orgasm and the slowing down of their emotions. If they didnât tell her what they wanted her to do how was she supposed to know. Which was probably the point of this.
They made away from her and she found someone else on top of her. This time it wasnât gentle and she screamed as her body was pounded into. God it felt so good. Laurel felt herself get to that edge, someone else laying beside her, stroking every part of her body. Than they stopped and she wanted to scream in anger this time.
âOllie, John. Please... Let me come, please.â It seemed that was all they wanted because soon her orgasm was washing over her and she was screaming a muddle combination of their names. They barely let her settle down before the two of them were working toward giving her a second one.Â
Laurel felt a kiss on her shoulders and someone was stroking her hair. Slowly her feet were untied and then her wrists as her other partner undid the blindfold. Laurel flexed her arms before she stroked down their arms just needing to touch them. âHow did you like it, luv?â She cuddled up against John as he asked his question.
A contented sigh left her lips. âNot something I want to try every time but I wonât say no to a next time.â Oliver laid down with his head on her stomach and she stroked his hair. âI much prefer being able to touch and see but that was wow.â
Laurel/Siren tried to sacrifice herself to save everyone. She didnât kill his son but she confessed knowing Cayden would kill her for it and that it would probably be over. REDEMPTION!!!!!!
Whatâs happening at the trailer park is not Veronicaâs fault. Whether she realized or not before Jughead pointed out that people would lose their homes I donât know, but she was trying to fix things before than. (and veronica said ânobody was going to be displacedâ X) She organized a meeting between Hiram and the Jones men. At their place like Jughead requested, giving them the upper ground. A deal is negotiated where Hiram will pay the back rent for the residents of the trailer park. With one condition the article Jughead is writing doesnât use his name. They decide not to take the deal. Veronica did everything in her power to make this right. Sheâs a teenage girl who is trying to keep her family and make the right thing happen.
Maybe if the deal had happened Hiram would have still bought out the land and found a way to evict everybody but it didnât and thatâs not Veronicaâs fault. If she leaves her family (because sheâs not the boss) there is nobody stopping them from doing exactly what they want.Â
Summary: Fantasy AU Laurel is attacked by someone she trusted and is found by Mick. Bleeding and dying in the woods that belong to the werewolf pack that resides outside of Central City the succubus is taken in. Soon, she finds they could be her only ally against the man who wants her whole family dead⊠And anyone else who will stand in his way to get the power he desires.Â
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It was the smell of blood that had Mick stopping his run. His pawed feet maneuvered over fallen trees and crisp leaves dusted with the first snow all while pointing his snout in the air to follow the scent. He knew it wasnât an animal. It smelled different. Not quite human. Maybe another fae? It wasnât wolf. Other wolves who werenât in the inner circle of the pack knew better than to run in these woods. He stopped when he came upon a woman, his amber eyes taking her in. She was alive. He could hear her breathing. Being the bold wolf he was he ventured closer, purposely making noise so that she knew he was there. She had a hand over her stomach and there he saw where the blood was coming from. Her eyes opened when he got to her feet and they glowed blue before settling down to her natural green.Â
âWolf,â she said, and he could tell she was struggling to talk. Hell, to breathe even. She had a small trickle of blood coming out of her mouth. The wound was bad. He looked down to her stomach area again and her whole hand was stained with her blood as well. She coughed and he looked back up at her, head tilting as she struggled to sit herself up more against the tree she was leaning against. The moss that remained despite the cold and the bark on the tree were discolored by her blood from where sheâd slid down to the ground. âI was hoping one of you would find me.â
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Summary: It wasnât fair that Oliver got his happy ending while Dinah was forced to watch the doppelganger of the man she loved have a happily ever after and she gets nothing. She was a better person now, was doing good and she was still getting screwed. Nobody loved her and she was thinking they never would. If the universe wasnât going to fix this mess Dinah was going to make sure she did.
It wasnât hard to seduce Oliver. Working so closely together, giving him the hints of the woman he had once loved, understanding him in a way that Felicity never would. It was almost to easy, especially when she knew exactly how to get under his wifeâs skin and make her look like the one being irrational. Now all she had to do was destroy everything. She never could resist the darkness for long.
Song: Â Missle- Dorothy
Characters: Dinah Laurel Lance/Black Siren
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@in-acoalmine from a meme you sent me forever ago
Oliver almost never stayed the night but she could smell the pancakes and knew it wasnât her making them. Unless of course someone had broken into her apartment and was making her breakfast. She wouldnât complain in that case, but odds were that it was him. She slipped on his shirt and glanced out the bedroom door. It was him and he was preoccupied.Â
Dinah quickly checked her computer, making sure her security camera was still working. Of course the only place it was used was in her bedroom. Closing everything out quickly,s he made her way to toward the kitchen. Dinah wrapped her arm around him and kissed his neck. She hated how all he had to do was turn around to kiss the top of her head. It made her feel short. âGood morning.â The smile on his face should make her feel bad about what she was about to do to him but love was a war and he didnât really love her.
âMorning. Iâm surprised youâre still here.â She stole a piece of bacon from the plate on the counter and moved to lean against and watch him. His gaze darkened and he looked away from her. She could read shame and anger in his eyes.Â
He moved to finish the pancake and she though that Oliver was going to ignore her comment for a moment. âWilliam has a sleepover...â That wasnât the person she expected to be waiting on him, and she wondered if he would even mention his wife. âFelicity is out of town on business. We had a fight... about you.â Good, his wife was reacting exactly how she wanted him too.Â
Dinah knew that the little comments she was making in Felicityâs ear were the reason she was such up in arms. It had been so easy though. A comment on how good he looked, how she remembered just the spots to kiss him, how his hands felt on her when they were fighting together. And Oliverâs little touches that were becoming more frequent didnât help any. It had been almost to easy to drive a wedge between them. âIs she suspicious? I donât want to be that girl Oliver. If there is nothing here, we should end this.â She looked up at him from under her lashes, her most innocent expression on her face. The same one she gave Hunter when she was challenging his directions.
âNo, iâm confused but I know I want to be with you. I just...â His arms were wrapping around his waist and she place her finger on his lips.
âItâs okay Ollie. I can wait until you figure this out. I want to be with you too and I trust you.â She knew that would get to him. Get his mind thinking and she figured it was almost time to complete her plan. He was on the edge and there was only so long she could pretend to be this girl he wanted. He shouldnât have screwed over his Laurel. it wasnât justice for her, but maybe revenge for them both.
The kiss he gave her made her want more, but they always had. âBreakfast is ready.â He whispered the words against her lips before he pulled away and plated the food for both of them. She grabbed her own plate and waited for him to sit down before sitting on his lap. âI love you Laurel.â It was so sad that was true but maybe if he had loved her and not his beloved Laurel this wouldnât be happening.
Breakfast was like something out of a movie; feeding each other between kisses before they returned to the bedroom for another session under the sheets. Dinah was still laying in bed watching him as he got dressed for work. âIâll see you tonight.â
It had been an easy patrol, but there was no major threat at the moment. She was chatting with Oliver as the team walked in, everyone laughing and joking. All it took was one look from Felicity to know that she didnât like the two of them so close together. Of course they had been a lot closer this morning and she should be learning about that any minute.
The ding signifying an email came in at the same time she was changing. Such a shame to miss that look on Felicityâs face the second she realized what she was looking at, but the sound of her voice was enough. âOliver? What is this?â There were tears in her voice and she turned around with everyone else to see the screen.
There was no denying who the two people on the screen were or what they were doing. And anyone who was paying attention would be able to tell that the angle was clearly from her bedroom. âYou taped us?â There was no denial in his voice and she couldnât tell if he was hurt or angry, maybe both.
âThis is real?â The poor woman had been so hoping to hear her husband was better than he had been in his youth. Such a joy to disappoint her.
âYes to all of the above. Really Ollie, did you think anything would come from going down this route again. We may not be sisters but as close as you can get with what we do.â She shrugged seeing the glares from everyone aimed at her and her nonchalance. âI guess this means Iâm off the team.â
Siren didnât wait for an answer turning on her heel and walking off as Felicity broke down and Oliver desperately tried to save his marriage.
I hate how the arrowverse disrespects womenâs views on romance, relationships and sex. They did it with Amaya last season and theyâre going to do it in the crossover tomorrow.Â
How in the fuck did Arrowverse disrespected womenâs views on romance with Amaya last season? Because they had her in a romance with Nate and YOU didnât like it?
Itâs under the readmore. And you shouldnât assume what people like or donât like. And it was on sex. After a conversation with Nate about the different views on sex and her being more about a meaningful relationship and waiting, she turns around and has sex with him. I believe you have the right to choose your beliefs and having Amaya change them on a whim is disrespectful. You can disagree with me all you want but you started this conversation extremely disrespectful and rude so Iâm done.
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