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Long Live Laurel Lance event happening this week, to honor and commemorate our Pretty Bird despite Arrow’s fridging of her 10 years ago
day 2. a fic/fanedit/other medium of content featuring your favorite dynamic between laurel and another character..
I choose a multiple character edit
Lauriver + #10?
“No,” She said.
He looked over and laughed, a little confused about what she was disagreeing with. Because he hadn’t said anything to be disagreeable with.
She smiled at him. “You’re not wearing that suit,” She told him.
That made him even more confused. This was a fine suit. Yeah, it was one that he’d had for awhile, found it in the back of his closet, but it was a fine suit. Fit him right, surprisingly. He was never sure what suits were tailored with post arrow body in mind.
She shook her head. “You’re not wearing that,” She told him.
“Okay, Laur, you’re going to have to give me more than that, people won’t worry about it,”
She nodded. People wouldn’t worry about it.
And then it hit him. This suit, this was his funeral suit. He wore it to all of them. Guess, in all aspects of his life, even grief, he had a type.
“You trying to say something about my career before I even get it back?” She asked him.
He shook his head and took her into his arms and kissed her softly. “No,” He told her. “You are the best person I know, and the only person who could come back from the dead and want to get back to work,”
She nodded and took his jacket off. He took his shirt and smiled. He would smile a thousand days, a thousand sunrises, a thousand work parties, hell even a thousand new shirts to be told what to wear by her. She was so good to him. He deserved so much less than this but he got the jackpot and he didn’t even know how.
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Catching up on arrow and I recently watched the episode where laurel dies and I just don’t know what to do or how to move forward without her there. It just feels wrong for her to NOT be there. I just feel like I’m one of the characters in the show: stuck without any clue of how to move on.
Long Live Laurel Lance event happening this week, to honor and commemorate our Pretty Bird despite Arrow’s fridging of her 10 years ago.
Day 3. A fic/fanedit/other medium of content featuring Laurel and an Arrowverse character(s) she didn’t get to meet and/or had limited interaction with .
Carry On
Carry On [Prompt: Dying]
Requested by @needother-reason
He thought that the night he died, that’s the night he would feel the worst, because the mission, the mission was so important to him, but when he saw that arrow in her stomach, he could focus on nothing else except her and the pain. She was dying, because they had been stupid. She was dying because they were arrogant and they kept her out of the loop. God, why did he do that? Why was he so naive to think that this wouldn’t come back to haunt him?
She stayed afloat for five years without him, he couldn’t do it without her for an hour. He paced back and forth outside the room. Eventually someone came by and told him that he had to go. He had to go change, but that he could come back. She would be fine. They would watch over her. But he just didn’t think he could. If she was out of his sight, then she could actually die and he could not have that. He could not have her dying.
But he went home and he changed his clothes and he got out of the stupid costume that lead to this in the first place. He never should have put on that costume, never should have trusted Malcolm. When she was right, she was really right. And the first rule in their house? Laurel is always right.
“You know, it’s not your fault,” Thea said as they got in the car and went to the hospital.
He shook his head. “She told me not to trust him. And I just couldn’t get away from it. I couldn’t even believe my own wife,” He told Thea. He picked at his nails and wondered if this would be the way that they would go out. If this is the way that God wanted to punish him, by taking away the only treasure he ever had in his life, the only thing that wouldn’t fade on him. And it certainly wasn’t for a lack of trying. Oliver had been something of a grade A ass to her, but she wanted him, always and forever, still after all this time, and he didn’t get it.
He wasn’t going to let it go. That much was clear to Thea. “You know, your dying, she always knew that you would have wanted her to carry on. She didn’t wallow because she knew that you would hate to see her waste her life on something that she could never get back. If you weren’t going to come back, she had to live her life anyway,” Thea told him. “It was her strength that was the biggest influence for me. You need to do everyone a favor and you need to find a way to borrow some of that strength, because she would not want you wallowing,” Thea told her brother.
He took a deep breath and as the car stopped, he knew that his sister was right. He rode the elevator and was stopped before he got to her room, by her doctor.
“She’s still in critical condition, Mr. Queen, please, let her rest,” Her doctor said.
He nodded. That was not going to stop him from seeing his dying wife.
Even dying, she looked beautiful. She would hate that he thought that. She always asked him if there was anything else he could comment on before her beauty. He supposed the fact that she was still trying for him, despite it all, to come out of this alive, that was probably what he should have remarked on.
When he sat down, he held her hand and looked at her. “You are the greatest wife there is. And the truest friend. When I first saw you, I didn’t know that I was looking into the eyes of my soulmate. But there you, you are. I never thought I would have someone who would put me first. It always felt like I came second, but I never worried with you,” He said.
She groaned a little and shifted in the bed, but he just laid a hand and quieted her.
“You don’t have to speak, in fact, it’s probably best that you just rest, okay?” He said and he got a little choked up. He couldn’t believe it, this could be the end. He didn’t want it to be, but he knew it could be.
He dried his tears. She didn’t need him weeping, acting like she was already gone. “You’re the most special girl in the world and I love you. Always and forever. And that’s a promise. It’s always going to be you,” He said as he kissed her forehead.
She opened her eyes and looked at him and oh, to be looked at with those eyes forever, the ones that want to love you, that’s what he wanted.
She concentrated hard, “Ollie, I-” She coughed, “I love you too. Always and forever. And this, it’s not the end,” She told him. “I want a long full marriage with you,” She told him and clutched his hand.
He wanted that too and all he heard was Thea in the back of his head telling him that he needed to find her strength and be strong, because whatever happened tonight while she was asleep, that was all fate, but this moment, this right here, he could control. “And you’ll get one,” He said.
Satisfied, she closed her eyes again and he wiped the tear away before she could see it. The doctor came in and looked at her progress. She beckoned him outside, “You know, with cases like these, there’s not much to do but wait for them to leave the body, because that injury is substantial and death comes for us all,” She told him.
He didn’t even look at the doctor, just looked at how peaceful his wife was. “She’s a fighter.” He told the doctor.
“Yeah, I can see that,” She told him. “Because in her case, she’s actually healing. I’m seeing signs of progress which is something that I would never have thought,” She told him. “Your wife has finally stabilized. She’s not dying,”
Lauriver + Hogwarts AU
“This is a long way from Starling City,” He said as he held her hand and looked at her as if she was the moon, mysterious and intriguing in all the ways he couldn’t know.
She looked back at him and held his hand even tighter, “As long as we’re together, any place will be safe,” She told him as they walked through the great hall to be sorted, which meant they would have to stop touching sometime, but he was the only person she wanted to be with.
Maybe, that’s why they were sorted into the same house and he coudn’t help but a sigh of relief when they got the same house either, they would never have to be apart for very long, it was almost as if magic was trying to keep them together, because if there was one thing they learned from their first day of class it was that love was the most powerful magic of all.
AU+Pairing = 3 sentence fic
Lauriver + •You said to fill the stifling silence
Just like that it was over. Diaz, he was gone. He never saw it coming, but something came out of the blackness and just took him down. He almost thought it was Black Siren, but she chattered in his ear. God, she was just something else.
He knew that he would have to go, but he got them to accept that he had to see who came out to help him. It wasn’t like there was more than one exit. They didn’t follow him.
When he turned the corner from where that scream seemed to come from, what he saw stopped his heart. He couldn’t believe it. The timing couldn’t be worse. She just looked at him. She didn’t exactly look like herself, but enough of herself that it would be weird for her to be around.
He still couldn’t say anything. No words came out. He wanted to say something. Something that would be good enough. None of it would ever be good enough. He hadn’t been good enough in her absence. She wouldn’t have been proud of him.
She just put her hand on his cheek and kissed him on the forehead, and he let out a sob, the grief escaping his body.
“I’m so sorry, Laurel,” He said as he buried his face in her. “I wasn’t good enough for you. I couldn’t keep my promises to you.” He babbled.
She brought him up off his knees, and looked him in the eyes. “You are good. We all stumble,” She promised him.
He shook his head. “I wasn’t good enough. I treated you, and siren, and hell even Thea, like you guys weren’t good enough. And I just I have no one. I have no one but Felicity and William,” He told her. “And you, you can’t be real, because I saw you die, and it broke my heart,” He sobbed.
She put his hand on her heart and let it beat a couple of times for him, when he calmed into light tears, she moved her shirt to reveal the tattoo that they had gotten together, the claddagh.
“I have gotten a second chance to rage and rave against the dying light,”
And then he felt breathless for a whole new reason. Because he got her back but now he had no time with her. He held her close and felt her being so real. She didn’t deserve this. She deserved to know.
How did he tell her?
He didn’t get the chance too. “Queen you done yet? You found the culprit? Cause your cell isn’t going to stay hot all day.” One of the agents called up.
She looked at him with an eyebrow raised.
God dammit, he wished that he could tell her that it was all good. That everything was good. But he couldn’t. He didn’t have time. “God, there is so much to tell you,” He told her.
“I can bet.” She told him.
He sighed. “I’m going to prison. Because I’m the green arrow. They agreed to help me tonight, but I have to go.” He told her.
And the chasm between them seemed inescapable.
She nodded. They had done nothing to help him. They had almost gotten him killed. And now he still had to go to prison. For being good for the city. Yeah, maybe in the beginning not all of the means justified the ends. But he was doing so much good.
“Tommy is back. And they need your help. I haven’t been very good at the whole team building thing. But I know you’re good at it.” He told her. “I have to go,” He told her.
And she let go, nodding, she knew that she had to help him. “I’ll help you get out.” She told him.
“I love you,” He said, before letting her hand go.
And that was all she needed. He stepped into the blinding light and that was all of they had. All they needed was more time.
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Yellow Woods [An Arrow Fanfiction]
Inspired by this gifset right here.
"You know, they'd let you out of that cage if they thought you could be trusted," She said as she stepped out of the shadows and into the light.
Siren snarled. "You're supposed to be dead."
Laurel nodded, "I was but now I'm not and thanks to you, they believed me." She saw the look of shock on Siren's face and conceded a little, "They interrogated me, but they believed me."
Siren rolled her eyes. Of course, they believed her. You could just tell by the walk of this girl that she was a power not to be ignored. They had for so long. But they shouldn't have. She bet that Laurel's got the hero's welcome she had first gotten. They loved her so much. It was like as soon as they lost her, they understand what they lost. Any chance they had to hold onto it was precious.
