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A Canary Waits in a Bar

“That’s another good night team, keep it up everyone.” Oliver pulled down his hood as they entered the Bunker. They’d been making good progress this last six months especially after everything they’d gone through, he watched as Rene and Dinah left to change while Curtis and Felicity sat at the desks chatting about the night’s progress.

“You’re in a cheerful mood tonight Oliver.” He smiled to himself as his best friend placed a hand on his shoulder. “You feeling okay?” The two chuckled momentarily and watched in companionable silence as the Bunker was animated with movement and playful banter.

“Well we’ve been doing good work and I don’t have to be the Green Arrow all the time Dig.” Oliver strolled over to his bow rack and placed his bow and quiver in the holders. “Anyway, I’m late for a friend.” He clapped John on the back before leaving to change into something more comfortable than green leather.

  He threw on a spare t-shirt and trousers, tied his shoes and threw on a brown leather jacket before making his way to the elevator. He smiled and waved a little at Felicity before leaving and bidding her and the team goodnight, his phone buzzed as the elevator door closed.

Where are you? – Sara. A fair question since as usual he was an hour late already. Their purp had made a getaway in his car and while the team dealt with his henchman Oliver raced to catch him which had taken longer than first expected.

On my way, see you in 10 – Oliver. For all her assassins training she was still same old impatient Sara Lance, needing to get things done when she wanted to; just like Laurel. Black Siren was still on the loose working with some faceless man they had yet to identify but those were troubles for later. Sara hadn’t been too happy once he’d told her about Earth-2 Laurel, she’d tried to persuade him to let her back in to the team but she had her own team of ‘Legends’ now and Oliver knew better than anyone that as a leader you had to focus on them and not abandon them. His trifle with Ra’s al Gaul had taught him that.

You’re lucky my ship travels in time Ollie – Sara. He still couldn’t believe how far they’d both come. From Lian Yu to Slade Wilson, Malcolm Merlyn to Damien Dahrk, Team Arrow to Team Legends, they weren’t the kids that got on that boat anymore but he wouldn’t trade it back for his old life. He was nothing then, at least now he meant something to people in a way that mattered.

Soon, he had made it to the bar where he saw her waiting; she smiled as he stepped through the door and ordered a neat whisky as he sat on the stool beside her.

“You’re late Ollie.” She smirked into her drink. Even now Oliver thought back to the way Laurel or Thea would call him that and he yearned for Thea to wake from her coma and say his name, but Sara was just as close to family as she was and he liked having that piece of his life with him in her.

“Some things never change Sara. How are the Legends?” Her face turned grim, of course it was Sara so it wasn’t overt but the telling signs were there, the brief look away, the slight shift in her position and twitch of her fingers.

“Rip Hunter, our previous captain and now Head of the Time Bureau is hiding something from me, there’s something coming and I think he’s betting on the Legends to defeat it. I just wish he’d tell me what we’re dealing with so we can prepare.” Her frustrated sigh didn’t leave much to the imagination of what she was thinking about right now.

“Well not everyone is as honest as me.” She grinned and it was nice to see it, they rarely saw each other now with so much going on in their lives. There was a time when he saw her almost daily but like everything else about that time, it was over.

“When did you develop a sense of humour?” He’d missed this about her as well, one of the only attachments to his old life, her small teases and chides, felt like being at the mansion again.

“Somewhere between Damien Dahrk and Prometheus I think. Besides not everything needs to be dark and depressing all the time.” She gave him a sideway glance and Oliver just took another sip of his drink.

“Felicity has got you house trained, Ollie. I’m both disappointed and very happy for you.” He shook his head in clear denial but he figured they both knew that that had been true for the past couple years now. She had him and he had very few qualms with it. “How is everything?” She asked a little more quietly; another thing she only did around him, showing vulnerability was against their natures. “The team is okay, we’re still coming to grips with everything but we have a good hold on the city and-”

“You know what I mean Ollie.” She cut in and set her drink down on the counter and fully turned to him. “How are you?”

“I – I don’t really know Sara. What am I supposed to do now? My sister is in a coma. My son believes I’m responsible for his mother’s death. Black Siren is causing trouble all the time. I’m – I’m just trying to cope.” How she could get him to spill what he was thinking so quickly he would never know.

“I can’t tell you that everything’s going to be okay Ollie, with what we do, we just don’t know. But I will tell you that whatever happens I’m just a small time jump away and if you ask me to Ollie, you know I’ll be there when you need me.” She placed a firm hand on his and for just one blissful moment, he felt a little better.

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Vulnerable

Oliver was staying with her again. They lay, huddled underneath Kara’s striped duvet, protecting the whispering walls from rumour of Supergirl’s liaison with the Green Arrow from a different universe. Alex couldn’t know about him, she’d become over protective and she wouldn’t trust him because of who she’d have to confess he was. Hank would probably declare it a breach or a compromise to one of his key agents to act in such a way, Winn would fan boy so much he’d probably try and sleep with Oliver – she had to stifle her chuckle as to not wake her partner in crime.

It was a crime after all to be unfaithful to your partner. Perhaps it wasn’t legally wrong to sleep with others outside of the man you have told countless times how you love him, care for him and cherish his presence in your life but it was easily a moral wrongdoing. But then again Oliver was always very lost when it came to morals and he found it so easy to lead her to the same lost state; their own state of ecstasy.

No, she really couldn’t tell Mon-El about him and she’d just have to keep lying that the man’s cologne was actually hers and that the smell ‘reminded her of home’. Kara would have to keep looking over her shoulder when he was stripping clothes off of her body with vigorous passion just to remind herself that Mon-El was still training at the DEO.

Kara shook herself from the same thoughts that looped her mind every time they lay like this. After they had fulfilled each other in every way possible and all he wanted was a bed that wasn’t empty and all she wanted was to be treated like an equal, they were enough for each other, it wasn’t love but it was theirs. She stared at one of the wounds that had caught her eye. A small faded mark, around the size of her thumb, which was just left from his spine, it was a wound that could’ve changed his life forever had it been a little to the right. She didn’t get hurt like he did, she couldn’t keep scars to remind her of the pain she went through, maybe that was why she was the way she was…And he was the way he was.

Kara tentatively placed a finger on it. It felt a little smoother than the rest of his skin, obviously newer flesh, which told her it, was recent and rather than interrogating him on it like she might’ve done if they were in a real relationship she simply stroked it.

“I was shot in the back if you’re wondering.” His voice surprised her. She was sure he was asleep; his heart beat was slow enough to trick her into thinking so. “Who shot you?” Kara moved closer to him, her head coming about his shoulder as she pulled the duvet with her to keep her dignity though he hadn’t turned. “Don’t know. Doesn’t matter.” Oliver shook his head in that way that should end the conversation.

“What does matter then?” She couldn’t help but snap at his blatant disregard for his own body and well being.

Oliver took a deep breath, she was scared he was about to inflate and push her off the bed. He was such a full-sized person and she forgot that sometimes, how much bigger people were in comparison to her own 5ft6”, another quirk of being Supergirl she figured. He turned to stare at her, his eyes flickering down and up in a second – you could miss it if you blinked – but he maintained eye contact thereafter and she felt far more naked from his eye contact than his gazing of her body.  

“It reminds me that people are most vulnerable with their back turned.” He spoke in a whisper but it carried throughout the room with such effortlessness like most things he chose to say in their most intimate of moments.

Kara could only smile as, in some kind of notable gesture, she turned her back on him and he brought his large, machine-like arms around her frame. Oliver was right, she’d forever have her back to Mon-El and her family while she and Oliver did this and at some point, Kara felt it would be soon, she would be shot to.

She could only hope that she could get up from this bullet.

What are people’s opinions on this ship? I love it personally, just want to feel around for more shippers!!! Hope you enjoyed!!!!

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Biology

Jon tapped his foot rapidly against the carpeted floor. The college library was almost empty since it was nearing the end of the day and he wondered whether Dani would actually turn up. His eyes passed over the textbook in front of him, the sentences and paragraphs just blurred together in a mesh. He needed her help on this or he wasn't going to pass tomorrow's assessment.

The two had first met on the first day of college in their shared politics lesson. Jon didn't know why he picked it but he had to fill one more space with a subject and his older brother had done politics when he went through college (he was in university now of course) so he scribbled it down and that was that. Except as soon as his teacher, Tyrion, had begun explaining England's political system and the various roles of ministers and the voting system Jon knew he'd made a mistake. However Dani who had sat next to him, more out of lack of space than choice, was a natural. He was in awe as she railed off detailed motions and acts which helped shape parliament; everything from the Magna Carta to the Parliament Act. So naturally when the first test came up he had asked for a little help and to his surprise she agreed.

He sat at one of the tables in the middle of library with his notepad out and his textbook open on the relevant page. As he waited for Dani, he scrolled through his notes which to the untrained eye looked like a bunch of scribbles - that was another thing about Dani. She had beautiful handwriting. Most girls did he was sure but hers was on another level, all the loops and flourishes, it was like ancient calligraphy.

He checked the clock - 4:10pm - the library closed in fifty minutes and Dani was ten minutes late. He hadn't had much hope she'd come, he'd only slow her down anyway, but he had held a little desire for her to join him. He was just about to get up and leave when the door was hurriedly pushed open and Dani quietly rushed in and stood in front of him smiling.

"Sorry I was so late, I was explaining to Missandei - actually never mind. Shall we?" She planted her brown leather bag on the chair and pulled out a blue folder, her dragon themed pencil case and her textbook.

"Thank you for doing this Dani, you didn't have to come today." She flicked her hair out of her face as she composed herself and the action he found was quite adorable.

"Oh it's no problem. I would've just revised on my own anyway which is no fun so i might as well be here teaching you." He chuckled - a little too loudly since the librarian, Petur Baelish, glared at him.

"That guy has it out for me, I swear." At her questioning glance he nodded toward the librarian and she grinned and shook her head. "What?"

"Oh nothing Jon." He liked the sound of his name from her voice "It's just I imagine he wouldn't dislike you so much if you hadn't pushed over an entire rack of books." He felt his cheeks begin to heat up as she peaked at him under her lashes trying to contain her giggles.

"To be fair that bastard Ramsey Bolton shoved me into them. I'll bloody have him one day." His fist clenched around his ball-point pen. He and Ramsey had known each other for a little while, Ramsey had moved into his neighbourhood and his secondary school and apparently had decided to make his life a misery.

"I'm sure you will Jon, for now though how about we focus on British Politics. What was the Magna Carta?" She flipped her page over and before he could do the same she shut his book. "You have to try and remember it Jon."

"Okay, okay." He sat and thought for a moment. "Is that where everyone could vote rather than the King just doing what he wanted?"

Her contorted expression suggested it wasn't. "Almost Jon. King John signed the Magna Carta in 1215, what it did was it forced John to give up certain powers to his Barons which at the time was unheard of." He scribbled what she had said down onto his pad.

"So how does that relate to Parliament and Politics now?" They'd been given an exam question to explain Magna Carta's relevance and he'd messed it up big time.

"Well, it was the first time the King didn't have complete power over all his subjects. There were Church rights, Barons had protection from illegal imprisonment and so on. Slowly, the gentry wanted more say in governance of the country until there was Parliament and individual rights and basically our whole way of politics started there." He was just staring at her with what he assumed was an admirable and bewildered smile. "What?"

"You're just so much better at this than I am." He yawned and rubbed his eyes from sleep. It'd been a long day.

"Just takes practice and revision. Although I guess an already vested interest helps too." She suddenly fixed him with a sceptical look. "So what are you interested in Jon Snow?"

He hadn't expected the question but he had an answer in his head within moments "I love fencing, I'm in a fencing club." It sounded less cool when he said it out loud.

"Are you any good with a sword?" She leaned on the table, hands supporting her face, light blue jumper covering her palms.

"I haven't been beaten in a while if that's what you mean." He grinned, he didn't usually like to brag but he was pretty good when it came to fencing.

"You'll have to show me sometime." The quite forward suggestion had caught him off guard but it probably shouldn't have. Dani was straightforward and stubborn when she wanted to be.

"I'd like that." Jon and Dani had two small smiles, each taking turns to peak up at the other and steering away upon making eye contact.

Finally Dani said "The library will close soon." She made no move to pack and he sure as hell wasn't going to.

"Yeah I'll have to catch the half past train home." Although he didn't particularly want to go anywhere Dani wasn't.

"Or you could come back to mine for extra study time." Her smile twisted into a sultry smirk and he couldn't help but fall for her a little more.

"And what would I be studying?" He whispered breathlessly.

"Biology." Her voice beckoned him closer and he wished there wasn't a table between the two of them.

"I aced my biology test last week." He teasingly threw back along with a half smile.

"You must be good then." He felt her leg rub against his under the table and he couldn't help but feel his skinny jeans beginning to strain.

"How about we leave and I'll show you." Her eyes narrowed and the two immediately began packing their stuff before rushing out of the library and to Dani's place where he taught her everything he knew about her biology.

Hopefully this wasn't too cringe. I think it got a little harder to write towards the end but what the heck! Anyway, I'm in college and it's hard work so I thought I'd write something a little related to me to get my stresses out there. Hope you enjoy!

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Oliver Queen in the extended trailer for season 6

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Oliver Queen [S6 promo]

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Cradles and Graves

He followed the defined crack that split down the dark oak door. It had been a stressful day, he remembered that the politics of the day had worn thin on his patience and he’d excused himself from the small council to gather himself. When Tyrion had prompted him on his “poor mannerisms” he hadn’t been able to contain his irritation and slammed his fist against the hard wood. He had an equally difficult conversation with Dany after that too.

His hand hovered against the brass door handle. He felt his breath like stones in his throat, he felt as if he’d have to take his lungs from his chest just to pump out the oxygen. Finally he gripped the handle, the loose nails holding it to the door rattled and he pushed himself through the door.

His eyes zeroed in on the empty cot, the peach-coloured duvet sewn with flowers and vines, the selection of stuffed toys that were neatly placed on the bed. His boots muddied the pink rug, not that it mattered anymore.

He’d told Dany not to trust the ramblings of a mad witch but perhaps he was wrong. He’d seen blood before, he’d seen it pouring from those he loved but this was different. He thought he was going to lose her, then perhaps the Gods would flip a coin and there would be another mad Targaryen on the throne.

Dany was sleeping, the devastation of the day had been more potent than any war. He'd go to her soon but he had to see the room one more time before he locked it away forever. He had to see the empty cot like he had to be sure it was empty and that his baby was dead.

There was a candle lit on the desk, he snuffed it out and quickly marched away locking the door firmly behind him.

Prompt “cradles and graves” from @writing-challenges-and-prompts

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“why fall when you can rise,” she whispered. [x]

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Morgana: You are not going to win this time, Emrys. Merlin: An interesting theory. Let me propose an alternative one: I am going to win this time. Morgana : Ah, but- Merlin: And this is a theory I have built up from the following postulates: one – I win every time; two – this is a time; three – I will win this time.

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God forsaken

She didn’t know why he always wanted to meet her in these places. It was always some desolate, dirty, dingy tavern - or pub as they were now called in the 21st century. She stared into the few drops of wine left in my glass, blood-red almost black with no chance of reflection.

He was always late but he always turned up and she’d always be waiting. It didn’t matter whether she was waiting ten minutes or ten years, he was inconsistent and she was patient.

There was an old man, grey scruffy beard about five pints too many in the corner. He’d been staring at her since she walked in an hour ago, he was harmless, at least to her he was. She could read his mind, old magic she’d picked up during the French Revolution but she’d given up peaking through minds when he threw her across the room for trying it on him. She didn’t see him for two hundred years after that.

“Morgana” His voice was dark and coarse, like it had been since Arthur died, since she died since everything died.

“Merlin” She gripped the glass so hard she thought it would crack. Instead she poured the contents down her throat.

“That’s a bad habit.” Always the infuriating moral compass. He stood behind her and she could picture his stance: head up, back straight and his hands behind his back.

“So are you” A humph of amusement passed his bitter lips. “You gonna stand there and stare at my back or you gonna sit down and order an ale.” He always ordered an ale.

“How longs it been ‘Gana?” He pulled up the chair next to her and called the bar tender and ordered an ale.

“Like you haven’t been counting the seconds” She missed the way he’d blush and trip over his words but that was then, when things weren’t so messed up.

“Still flirting your way through life” He wasn’t even slating her.

“Dry spell Merlin?” She smirked into her third glass of red.

“That depends on you” She almost choked.

“You know what I used to like about you Merlin.” She turned to him then, he was already staring right back at her, searching for something as usual. And it wasn’t the usual something the sleazy guys at the local rave were looking for.

“My loyalty.” Sarcasm was a new development since Arthur as well.

“Your clumsiness, it was innocent, childlike, pure. I never knew clumsiness, I was a lady of Camelot, prim and proper in every way. Uther’s play thing” She snarled reflexively. She looked down and saw his hand curled around hers, and she entwined her fingers with his.

“We’re not in Camelot anymore Morgana” She didn’t know if the movie reference was lost on him but it didn’t matter, little did.

“We’ll never work Merlin, you know that.” they’d tried during William the Conqueror’s reign, it didn’t end well.

“To be fair the last time we tried it you did stick a knife in my heart.” A half smile formed on his lips and she could only return it.

“So what we shack up somewhere and play happy families, we don’t even know what our children would be like.” She turned from him. “I won’t let them live like us”

“I don’t want to be alone anymore.” It always came down to this, everytime they met wherever they met. He was always alone.

“It won’t work Merlin.” She insisted.

“I know” He downed the last of his whisky. “But it’s worth asking, especially if I’m asking you.”

He stood and she stood with him. Then they left.

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I'm sure Jonerys would be my overall OTP if, you know, this didn't exist...

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“Ice & Fire” - fan art @lasahido

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The King and Queen of Westeros

Daenarys sat overlooking the training grounds as her husband, the King, enthusiastically slammed his shoulder into his opponent knocking him back several steps. She watched his lips curl as he gripped Long Claw with both hands awaiting Sir Gared to strike out at him. As he predictably did so Jon easily disarmed the knight and had his sword to his throat in seconds. The Queen along with her ladies in waiting, servants, and other soldiers observing the match clapped as Jon patted the knight on the shoulder before walking to his Queen.

"Quite the show my King," She complimented with a glint in her eye.

"Thank you my Queen but every knight here let's me win. It was not much of a show more a masque." He waved away his squire who offered to clean his sword and offered his arm to Dani who took it without hesitation. As they left the grounds he whispered "Sorry about the smell I'll bath when he get back." She could hardly contain her giggle at his awkwardness.

At his blank look she explained "I'm sorry Jon but you do say the silliest things sometimes." Maybe it was because all she had known for a long time was sleazy men who smelt of shit but Jon's quirks were still as funny as they were endearing.

"Is it silly for a husband to apologise to his wife for making her stay in his presence when he smells like a sweating boar?" Jon almost led them passed their chambers until Daenarys directed him towards them.

"I know we have not been rulers very long my love but I did hope you would remember the chambers we share every evening and morning." She teased as she glided over to the couch and sat down gracefully before bringing up her legs to spread across the furniture fully.

"Can't seem to get used to it Dani. King's Landing is so different to Winterfell, it doesn't feel like home yet." Jon took off his tunic and threw it onto a nearby chair.

"Yet?" She stood then. She eyed him with fervent interest, she knew it would take time for him to adjust. They'd only been ruling for three months.

"Aye my love, yet. Wherever you are is where home is so someday I will get used to it." He gave her one of those infatuating half smiles and pulled off his undershirt.

"You smell terrible Jon Stark." She covered her nose as he wiped the sweat off him with the shirt.

"Oh really?" He smirked and her mouth opened in shock as the sweaty towel hit her in the face.

"JON!" She screamed as she ripped the soggy clothing from her face. "I can taste it!" Her eyes were shut tight as her face contorted in disgust.

Meanwhile she could hear Jon fully laughing and she quickly opened her eyes just so she could see him laugh. It happened so rarely before but now, after the defeat of the white walkers, he seemed to laugh all the time. "I'm sorry you grace. Couldn't help myself."

"Well next time you want to lay with me, I just couldn't help myself but eat one more of those delicious meat platters and now I'm far too full to lay with you." The look on his face was hilarious and she, with a complete blank expression, simply quirked an eyebrow at him and slinkered back to her sofa.

I was gonna do some Angst but that never happened and this was nicer to write anyway so yay!

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No

"Do you think we'd be together if not for the war? If I had just come to claim my right on the throne and you were just another king I needed to bend the knee" Jon still groggy from sleep turned over to face Dany, her shining violet eyes piercing him with worry and anxiety.

"No I don't." He knew honesty hurt sometimes, he'd hurt enough people to know just how much.

"Why do you say that?" She shifted forward to lay a hand on his bare chest.

"Dany why are we talking-"

"Why do you say that?" She reaffirmed, anxiety replaced by determination and Jon wiped the sleep from his eyes to look at her properly.

"Because if I didn't need you and your armies and your dragons then I would not have come." the two didn't move. He'd hit a nerve of course but he wasn't going to lie to the love of his life.

"So our love is built out of necessity." She dead panned and instantly turned from him. He silently rolled his eyes and moved closer to her, propping himself up on his elbow.

"I never said that." She didn't reply but he cautiously continued "If I remember correctly you weren't exactly attracted to me when we first met."

"You don't know that." She shot back weakly still unwilling to turn to him.

"You threatened to burn me alive." He chuckled but still seeing she was a little disappointed by his answer he added "When I saw you all I could think was that another southern ruler wanted to control the north-"

"I never-"

"Let me finish my Queen." When she didn't push the issue further he said "But when I got to know you, know your heart, I knew then that my being in dragonstone was not just for an alliance it was for you."

She turned slowly towards him, her face still completely and unforgivingly neutral "Keep going..."

"Your passion to do what you think is best for your people is still unmatched and it's what tipped me over to see everything that made you beautiful." He linked his large hand into her smaller one. "Then there was your kindness, your resilience, your intelligence and then I was in love."

"How long did that take?" They were inches apart and as always Jon was completely enamoured by her beauty.

"Oh about five years" He joked, he broke into laughter when her mouth fell open shocked but the glee in her eyes overpowered everything else.

"You bastard!" She pounced him and wrestled him onto his back both laughing loudly as Jon tried to reverse his submission.

"You asked!" he retorted and twisted her off and under him. "Now this feels very familiar." He leant down to capture her lips and they shared a soft and tender kiss.

"Jon." She looked up at him more seriously and his half smile dropped into his natural neutrality.

"Yes my love" He brushed a stray hair from her face and caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers.

"If you could change everything, have the war with the dead not happen, be happy with all those who would be still alive now,would you?" Her eyes seemed to dart away fixing on anything that wasn't him.

"No because then I wouldn't have this, I wouldn't have a beautiful woman who loved me, and she wouldn't have given me two beautiful children." Her eyes finally came back to him and he smiled and kissed the tip of her nose "I love you" He whispered

"I love you too Jon Snow"

Hope you guys like it! I know it's only a short one, sorry!

[quotemadness]

You fall in love with the little things about someone, like the sound of their laughter and the way their smile forms.

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Can anyone fill me in on how werewolves work in the HP universe?