#smoaking assassin

[june-rambles]

ava sharpe/felicity smoak/nyssa al ghul/sara lance (arrow tv 2012/dc legends of tomorrow tv 2016)

@polyamships multiamory march day 14: history divider cred

[frostythekillerdoll]

moodboard: smoaking nyssara (felicity smoak x nyssa al ghul x sara lance). prompts: epistolary (@polyamships' polyam shipping day), crush (@femslashfeb's femslash february) and i want you to save me (@ministarfruit's minifemslash february).

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[lisaminnci]

ARROW | 2x23

[takaraphoenix]

Nyssa/Felicity - Felicity teaches Nyssa "how to cook".

Nyssa was good at hunting, she knew how to take whatever she had hunted apart and she even knew how to barbecue.

They had had a lot of barbecues now. Hunting was how Nyssa spent her time, because hovering around Felicity and ‘the toddler’ was just not her. She also spent a lot of time training.

Months had passed of them in their own little world, ‘the toddler’ had become ‘Mia’. The amount of affection that went into Nyssa saying that name grew with every passing week too.

Mia had her mother’s golden-blonde curls, just a tuff on her head. She also had her mother’s smile, according to Nyssa. There was more affection to the way Nyssa said Felicity’s name too.

Mia took wobbly little steps and was babbling - no real words yet, just incoherent babbling - but both Nyssa and Felicity were very encouraging in teaching her those things.

And there was even more to teach. Something that Felicity hadn’t seen coming. She had been prepared to teach her daughter all she needed to learn, but she hadn’t been prepared to teach a badass assassin how to cook.

Nyssa was excellent at barbecue, but one couldn’t live off of only meat. After the first few weeks, in which Felicity mostly just rested after Mia’s birth, she started butting into the kitchen and taking it over to equal parts, providing a variety of other, non-meat based foods.

That used to be the divide.

Now? After over a year of living together, Felicity found herself teaching Nyssa how to cook.

“I can't believe you really want to learn this,” Felicity huffed to herself.

Nyssa was hovering close, her chin practically on Felicity’s shoulder to ‘see better’. She smiled to herself as she watched what Felicity was doing.

“You are an excellent teacher.”

“Uhu, sure,” Felicity made a small, amused sound before holding up the wooden spoon. “Here. Try this, tell me if you like it.”

Felicity was an excellent teacher. Nyssa just didn't listen too much. She was too distracted by Felicity's rambling, the way she gestured, how she kept getting distracted - explaining how to make a dish led to her telling an anecdote about Donna Smoak or Felicity's college years.

“This is... very... good,” whispered Nyssa as she licked her lips.

She was staring deeply into Felicity's eyes as she said that. They stood so close, because nowadays Nyssa always stood so close. Nowadays, Felicity never seemed to mind that. Some evenings, they would watch TV on the couch together and Felicity’s head would rest on Nyssa's shoulder and neither of them minded. Sometimes, Nyssa would wrap a blanket around them both then and it felt a bit like there was no world outside of the safety of their little house.

“Y... Yeah. Good. That's good.” Felicity nodded and cleared her throat.

Her cheeks were red. That flushed, embarrassed little blush. The one that Nyssa had come to appreciate a lot. It brightened up Nyssa's days. Then again, a lot of things had... gained a new meaning to Nyssa in the past year. All of her life, Nyssa had lived hard. A hardened life, hardened by Ra's al Ghul, hardened by the League of Assassins, by her destiny and then the burden she had bestowed upon herself as she journeyed to destroy the Lazarus Pits.

She had never learned a normal life before. A... domestic life. For months, she had tried to to see this as a mission too. Her ex-husband had asked her to watch over his wife after his death and she felt honor-bond to do this. To protect her, to watch over Felicity Smoak, nothing more.

Not to laugh at the endearing rambling, not to feel warm at the soft smiles, not to be captivated by every story Felicity shared with her, not to enjoy coming home after making a round to check the perimeter, not to... call this home, not to grow attached to Mia, nothing of that was supposed to happen. She wasn't supposed to feel this way, about any of this, about her.

“You,” Felicity paused, furrowing her brows. “You used to infuriate me. Look at that gorgeous, deadly, efficient badass woman who understands a part of Oliver that I never could. And how you flaunted your marriage with him in front of me. It was really – well, infuriating.”

She was waving the wooden spoon around as she spoke, unaware. Nyssa dodged it amused.

“You amused me,” Nyssa countered, smiling to herself. “I'm a lesbian. I was never a threat to you and Oliver. I was never interested in him at all. But I still always got a reaction out of you.”

A couple of times, Felicity opened and closed her mouth. Then she put her wooden spoon down.

“Thank you,” Felicity whispered softly, turning her attention to the pot once more.

“I promised to keep you and Mia safe. I am a woman of my honor.”

“Not... for that. I mean, of course obviously also for that! But for... being here for me. The first few weeks, I don't... I couldn't even leave the bed. I was just so... broken. After everything, all I could feel was... broken. You took care of Mia and of me and... you helped me find my purpose again. My sense of self. For so long, I was... I defined myself through being a part of Team Arrow. Not having that, not... not... not having Oliver. I didn't know how to go on. You taught me how to push through the pain, how to move on, how to... keep living.”

“Well, then I suppose I have to thank you too.”

“What?” Felicity blinked startled and turned around to face Nyssa once more.

“Losing Sara had broken something inside of me, even after we brought her back. And... I thought, Laurel, she showed me a different, softer side of life. For a short time, I was happy. And then she was taken from me too. A part of me thought I might be doomed to be alone.”

She paused and stepped closer to Felicity, lifting a hand to caress the blonde's cheek. “And I never expected to experience any of... of this. Falling asleep on the couch under a soft blanket, reading bedtime stories to an excited toddler, sharing meals around a dinner table like... normal people.”

“Yes, we... we are living a pretty average suburban housewife life. The whole living in the woods in hiding thing notwithstanding.” Felicity laughed awkwardly at that.

“I'd... like to kiss you.” It was direct, but that was just how Nyssa was.

“I... think I would like for you to kiss me,” whispered Felicity back, biting her lip.

She closed her eyes as Nyssa slowly leaned in, until their lips touched for the first time. A spark went through Felicity and she wrapped her arms around Nyssa's neck to pull her closer.

Behind them, the food was slowly starting to burn. That much for dinner. But it was okay, neither of them had much care for that right now. And it would give them an opportunity later on for another cooking lesson. Maybe both of them would be paying more attention to the cooking then than to each other, though... that was not very likely.

~*~ The End ~*~

[zaritarazi]

femslash february | day 16: (canon divergence) a vigilante tries to make a name for himself in star city and is immediately killed- felicity smoak never met the poor fool but knows this city needs fixing. nyssa al ghul has fled her father and nanda parbat after refusing to kill her beloved- where the woman is now, she doesn’t know. finding herself in the deeply corrupt star city, nyssa finds she cannot sit idly by and let the magician, of all people, lead this place to ruin- felicity knows a woman of action when she sees one, and knows she’s the one who’s going to help nyssa save star city, whether nyssa wants her help or not.  and yes. they do kill malcolm meryln.

[swiftsuburbanlegends]

Or get you a girl who looks at you the way Nyssa looks at Felicity when she introduces herself

[frostythekillerdoll]

can i pick your brain about sara/ava/felicity or sara/ava/nyssa or sara/ava/felicity/nyssa or any combination of polyam avalance

I LOVE POLYAMOROUS AVALANCE. don't get me wrong, ava can get jealous as shit, i still haven't forgiven her for that bullshit she was pulling when oliver died (like girl ik u love sara but fucking hell u can't be admitting on television that u hope she never loved the dumbass man that changed her entire goddamn life), but i do appreciate that she's seemingly taken some strides to work it out given how friendly she later manages to be with constantine. nyssa, though, also has some possessive issues toward sara (y'all remember when sara poisoned herself to get away from her? y'all remember that? was that fucked up or what?), so i can imagine nyssava bonding over their romantically-obsessive tendencies.

and i can imagine ava looking to felicity as a star example of how to reinvent yourself given felicity's goth hacktivist backstory and ava's fuck-i'm-a-clone era. and felicity and nyssa both have really troubled relationships with their fathers, have been married to oliver, completely opposite relationships with tech so felicity gets to teach nyssa basic little things... plus felicity can help nyssa connect with her jewish roots.

not to mention, ava falling for these two girls from sara's past would really help ava understand that piece of sara's life (and, y'know, help her understand the oliver of it all lmao). ava never saw sara before she was a legend, before she knew believed in magic and time travel and shapeshifters. her black canary era is still inside her, it's a terribly important part about what makes her happy-ish ending so pretty. ava knows about her life back then, but she never lived it with her. she never saw it, she's never been in love with it. like obviously ava loves every part of sara, she just doesn't have all the context that makes oliver and laurel and nyssa and felicity make sense in sara's story bc she didn't live through it with her, she didn't know her to be in love with her then. nyssa loved sara when the only scars sara had were from the shipwreck. felicity loved sara when she was the black canary, when she was six feet under, when she was revived and in the throws of bloodlust. ava can understand what all that means, but... she didn't see it. and i like to think about what it would be like for ava to fall in love with sara all over again and again, through the eyes of felicity and nyssa by becoming closer and closer with them.

anyway polyamorous avalance ftw

[june-rambles]

queerplatonic smoaking canary... AUGH.. queerplatonic smoaking assassin. AUHJSHDJH... queerplatonic smoaking nyssara.. AUGH UAHG UHHGH!!!