Requested by anon: I need a dinahsiren high school au!! btw I love you!!!!
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The first day at Shadowcrest Academy was a blur of whispers and side-eyes. Dinah Drake wasn’t new to this kind of attention. Her combat boots clicked against the pristine marble floors, scuffing them slightly, and she smirked at the thought of irritating whoever maintained the school’s impossibly high standards. The uniform skirt was too short for her taste, but she’d already earned a warning for wearing ripped black tights underneath. Typical.
She pushed open the door to the debate classroom, late enough to make an entrance but not enough to get detention. The room fell silent as twenty pairs of eyes turned toward her. Dinah resisted the urge to roll her own.
“Miss Drake, nice of you to join us,” the teacher said, her voice clipped. “We were just discussing the team’s upcoming competition. Please, take a seat.”
Dinah’s gaze swept over the room, landing on an empty chair in the back. She walked toward it, ignoring the hushed whispers as she passed.
“And try not to disrupt, if that’s possible,” the teacher added. Dinah shot her a saccharine smile.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
Laurel Lance sat at the front of the classroom, her pen poised over her notebook as she pretended not to notice the new girl. In reality, she was hyperaware of Dinah’s every move—the way her brown hair fell in effortless waves, the defiant set of her jaw, the subtle smirk that seemed to say she knew exactly how much she stood out. Laurel’s stomach twisted with irritation.
Shadowcrest was her domain. She’d spent years crafting the perfect image: the class president, debate team captain, and all-around golden girl. Dinah Lance didn’t fit into that picture, and the way she slouched in her chair like she owned the place made Laurel’s teeth grind.
“Alright, everyone,” the teacher announced, pulling Laurel from her thoughts. “We’ll be pairing up for practice debates. Miss Lance, since you’re new, you’ll partner with Laurel. She can show you the ropes.”
Laurel’s heart sank. Of course.
Dinah’s smirk widened. “Lucky me.”
“You’re not taking this seriously,” Laurel snapped, her voice sharp as they sat across from each other in the library later that afternoon. Dinah was leaning back in her chair, balancing a pencil between her fingers with the kind of casual indifference that set Laurel’s nerves on edge.
“Why should I?” Dinah shot back. “It’s just arguing with fancy words.”
Laurel’s eyes narrowed. “Debate is about strategy, logic, and persuasion. It’s not something you can just dismiss because you’d rather… I don’t know, sulk in the corner.”
Dinah leaned forward, her expression shifting from amused to something sharper. “You don’t know anything about me, Princess.”
Laurel’s cheeks flushed. “Don’t call me that.”
“Why not?” Dinah’s voice softened, but there was a challenge in her eyes. “It fits. Perfect little Laurel Lance, always doing what she’s told, always playing by the rules. Must be exhausting.”
Laurel’s breath hitched. Dinah’s words struck a nerve, but she refused to let it show. “At least I have goals,” she said, her voice icy. “What do you have?”
For a moment, Dinah’s expression flickered, as if Laurel’s words had hit their mark. But then the smirk returned, sharper than ever. “More than you think.”
The tension between them didn’t ease as the days went on. If anything, it grew sharper, crackling like static electricity every time their eyes met. But somewhere between the biting remarks and heated debates, something shifted.
It started with a late-night study session in the library. Laurel had stayed late to finish an essay when she’d heard the faint sound of music coming from the abandoned auditorium. Curiosity got the better of her, and she followed the sound, her heart pounding as she pushed open the heavy doors.
Dinah was on stage, a guitar slung over her shoulder as she sang into the empty room. Her voice was raw and powerful, carrying emotions Laurel didn’t have words for. She stood frozen in the doorway, afraid to interrupt.
When Dinah’s eyes met hers, the song faltered. “What are you doing here?” she asked, her tone defensive.
“I could ask you the same thing,” Laurel replied, stepping inside. “You’re… really good.”
Dinah’s eyes narrowed, as if waiting for the punchline. When none came, she shrugged. “Thanks.”
Laurel hesitated, then said, “Why don’t you perform at the talent show? People should hear you.”
Dinah laughed, but there was no humor in it. “Yeah, right. Like anyone here would care what I have to say.”
“I care,” Laurel said softly. The words hung in the air between them, heavier than either expected.
After that night, things were different. Their arguments became less about winning and more about understanding each other. Dinah showed Laurel the hidden corners of the school where she could escape the pressure of being perfect. In return, Laurel helped Dinah navigate the chaos of Shadowcrest, her influence shielding Dinah from the harsher judgments of their peers.
They found solace in the abandoned music room, a forgotten space where they could be themselves. Dinah would play her guitar while Laurel sat on the piano bench, her fingers brushing the keys as she hummed along. It was there, in the quiet, that their walls began to crumble.
One afternoon, Dinah handed Laurel a notebook filled with handwritten lyrics. “I’ve been working on something,” she said, her voice uncharacteristically shy. “But it needs a melody.”
Laurel took the notebook, her heart racing as she read the words. They were raw and vulnerable, a side of Dinah she’d only glimpsed before. “It’s beautiful,” she said. “Let’s work on it together.”
The night of the talent show arrived faster than either of them expected. Dinah stood backstage, her guitar in hand as she paced nervously. Laurel touched her arm, grounding her. “You’ve got this,” she said.
Dinah met her eyes, her usual bravado replaced with something softer. “I wouldn’t be here without you.”
They stepped onto the stage together, the spotlight blinding as the audience fell silent. Dinah strummed the opening chords, her voice steady as she began to sing. Laurel joined in, her voice harmonizing with Dinah’s in a way that felt natural, like they’d been doing this forever.
When the song ended, the applause was thunderous. But all Laurel could hear was the sound of her own heartbeat as Dinah’s hand brushed hers, their fingers intertwining for just a moment before they left the stage.
Their secret didn’t stay a secret for long. Someone had taken a photo of them holding hands backstage, and by Monday morning, it was all over school. Laurel’s world came crashing down as whispers followed her through the halls.
Her father called her into his study that evening, his expression unreadable. “Is it true?” he asked, holding up the photo.
Laurel’s throat tightened. “Yes.”
The silence that followed was deafening. “You know what this could do to our family’s reputation,” he said finally. “To your future.”
Tears burned in Laurel’s eyes, but she refused to let them fall. “I don’t care about the family’s reputation,” she said. “I care about her.”
The fallout was brutal. Laurel was no longer welcome at home, and Dinah became an even bigger target for the school’s bullies. But through it all, they held onto each other, finding strength in their shared defiance.
One night, as they sat on the roof of the music building, Dinah turned to Laurel. “Are you sure about this?” she asked. “It’s not too late to walk away.”
Laurel’s hand found Dinah’s, their fingers intertwining. “I’m not walking away,” she said firmly. “Not from you.”
The stars above them seemed to shine a little brighter, as if the universe was offering its blessing. And for the first time in a long time, they felt free.
Chapters: 1/2
Fandom: Arrow (TV 2012)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Dinah Drake/Earth-2 Laurel Lance/Felicity Smoak, Earth-2 Laurel Lance/Felicity Smoak, Dinah Drake/Felicity Smoak, Dinah Drake/Earth-2 Laurel Lance, Dinah Drake/Curtis Holt/Rene Ramirez
Characters: Dinah Lance, Felicity Smoak, Earth-2 Laurel Lance
Additional Tags: Confessions, Drinking & Talking, Drinking, Wine, The Glades (Arrow TV 2012), Late Night Conversations, Fluff and Angst and Humor, Denial of Feelings, Attempted Seduction, Flirting, Bad Jokes, Goth Earth-2 Laurel Lance, Running Away, I'm Bad At Tagging, Girls Kissing, Making Out, Polyamory, Multiamory March, Multiamory March 2025, Prompt Fic, Background Queerplatonic Relationships, Queerplatonic Dinah Drake/Curtis Holt/Rene Ramirez, Friends With Benefits
Series: Part 104 of take me to your best friend’s house (I loved you then and I love you now)
Summary:
Felicity pressed her thighs together like she couldn’t help but squirm. Laurel patted a hand to the unfilled space beside them on the couch. Calling Dinah over to them. As if they could just sing a siren song and Dinah would be putty in their hands.
Dinah put her wine glass down on the counter. “Why the hell are you two acting so weird?”
Or, the one where Smoaksiren try to have a girls' night in with Dinah. Prompt: Don't look at me. This was not my idea.
i need to write a fic abt evil laurel and dinah in their dinah-wants-to-stab-her-on-sight era where they're stuck in a cage or smth and its like 12 hours of bickering and fighting and they finally get along enough to realise the door had been open the whole time
Both are share Canaries abilites but for a good portion of time were fighting opposite sides to each other until eventually they were fighting side by side. Do you prefer to see these two together romantically, see them more platonically, or rather not see them together at all?
