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:: You are doing something together that you have done a thousand times, but something is different. It's the oh moment. Now what? (Tea Room Friends to Lovers prompt) | @storyofwhoiam
They’d fallen into easy rhythms when Nyssa had returned to Star City this time around. Milkshakes and fries, movies, sparring, even Nyssa assisting the Black Canary on patrol. Nyssa still insisted on her own hideout, Laurel half-convinced the place didn’t actually have a bed. She always suggested Nyssa stay at hers, she had the space and it was a little quieter without Thea anyway. Each time her friend would politely refuse. It almost felt a dance they did out of habit more than anything else. The movie had ended and Nyssa was saying something about not understanding how a couple would leave so much to fate, a human construct at best, when they could have acted on things sooner. It was something about the serious expression on the other woman’s face or perhaps the investment in the romantic comedy which was mostly for Laurel’s sake that struck Laurel differently. She knew how Nyssa made her feel, how each of them wouldn’t hesitate to defend one another no matter the circumstance, how danger seemed less with Nyssa at her side. She loved Nyssa and had said as much before. Only right then Laurel was struck with the realization that she was in love with her too. How could she let Nyssa go?
“Stay.” And before the dance could start again, before Laurel heard that familiar decline she took Nyssa by the hand and shook her head. “No, I mean stay. With me,” her expression was earnest despite Nyssa’s still seeming confused. She almost repeated herself but instead she cupped the back of Nyssa’s head and kissed her softly, as if that was all the explanation she had.
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✏️ oliver/nyssa (any other arrowverse combo!)
Send in ✏️ and I’ll use this (improved) incorrect quote generator featuring both our muses!
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@storyofwhoiam | “ i have to believe death is the end. because all that waits for me in the afterlife is a debt of sin i don’t think could ever be paid off. ” nyssa > fel
Felicity’s gaze was as soft as the dark hair she was running her fingers though where it cascaded down her girlfriend’s back. It wasn’t the first time she’d heard Nyssa talk about herself that way, and every time the blonde wished Nyssa could see in herself what Felicity saw in her.
“I don’t know about an afterlife,” she murmured, “but I do know that all of the good you’ve done more than pays off that debt of sin you think you owe.”
#storyofwhoiam#muse | felicity stark#connection | nyssa#ship | felicity x nyssa#f v | you got me helpless ( storyofwhoiam nyssa )#askbox | answered
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“You’re cold. Come here.” Nyssa - Laurel
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In true Nyssa fashion she didn't ask of things, simply declared. Not that Laurel could argue. She scooted over on the couch, tucking herself against Nyssa's side and laying against her body. "This how you wanted to warm me up?" Laurel said looking up and eyes twinkling with mischief. It was perhaps mean to meet Nyssa's sweetness with a potential innuendo, but as their relationship developed, Laurel was continually enthralled with how Nyssa continued to surprise her. She slipped her cold fingers under the hem of Nyssa's top, putting her hand flush against warm skin. For all the partners she had done this type of thing too, Nyssa almost seemed the one to like when Laurel put her cold feet or hands on her in bed. Maybe it was her natual stoicism that made her immune to the more dramatic response, but Laurel suspected that the once assassin had actually been asking to do just what Laurel had. "You are always very warm."
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“ loneliness is a slow and cruel poison. ” nyssa @ laurel // @storyofwhoiam
Nyssa had a way of being so formally dramatic at times. It reminded Laurel constantly that she’d never had a semblance of any normal life. Laurel herself had been through hardships, but she’d had a family, friends, people who cared for and held her when she was hurt. Nyssa had none of those things. It was confusing at times between them. Nyssa loved Laurel’s sister and they both had lost her. There had initially been a common bond of grief, but then it grew beyond that. Nyssa had believed in her when almost no one else had and Laurel had returned that loyalty. Everyone deserved a second chance, Nyssa perhaps more than most.
“I know what you mean,” Laurel said softly, remembering the days when her mother had left them, when Oliver and Sara had been declared dead and loss hung in the air no matter where she turned. “But you don’t have to be.” She reached for Nyssa’s hand and took it in her own. “You can stay. I would like you to stay,” Laurel clarified. The offer wasn’t part of her showing Nyssa the world she missed. It was one of genuine desire not to loose someone who made her life better.
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@storyofwhoiam | sent: “what took you so long to get back?” nyssa @ fel
"I'm sorry," Felicity wrapped her arms around her girlfriend's waist, pulling her to her; she knew how much Nyssa worried, even if she tired to hide it. "I had to take a detour, someone was following me - it's okay, I'm pretty sure I lost them, but it took a while." Standing on her tip toes, the blonde pressed a sweet kiss to Nyssa's lips.
#storyofwhoiam#muse | felicity stark#connection | nyssa#ship | felicity x nyssa#f v | you got me helpless ( storyofwhoiam nyssa )#askbox | answered
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continued from X @storyofwhoiam
They had been watching a movie on Laurel’s couch. All part of the introducing Nyssa to the enjoyable things of the world she had missed being raised by Ra’s al Ghul. Laurel had seen Miss Congeniality enough that she’d become distracted as she sat close to Nyssa, fingers gliding over a scar on her thigh.
“That’s part of the price isn’t it,” Laurel said softly, grateful that Nyssa pushed her and didn’t shy away from the difficulties like she needed to be a child protected. Her fingers kept moving back and forth over the scar, thoughts swirling. “How old were you... for this one?” Laurel knew their were more, she’d seen Sara’s scars that littered her back and Laurel wondered if Nyssa’s was the same.
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❛ 07 . a kiss to say what you can’t say aloud . Nyssa @ Laurel
a series of kiss prompts - still accepting - @storyofwhoiam
So much, no, nearly everything between Laurel and Nyssa was unspoken. Even maneuvering having Laurel reassigned to Oliver and Nyssa’s home required subterfuge that hadn’t allowed for Nyssa to outright ask if Laurel was okay with arrangement. She had been, because while her history with Oliver was certainly complicated as the one who brought about having her made a handmaid, along with their past, it was better to be around people who didn’t feel outright disdain for her being. The isolation of her first post had been crushing, and while this had it’s own complications, it was preferable. But all that couldn’t be said, not at least until Laurel had been brought in by Nyssa through Oliver, and even then they were careful with their time alone. It was late when Nyssa found her, unaware herself that she had been crying barely audibly, but there in the quiet still house. She’d picked up a fallen book earlier and a Martha in the home had seen, jumped to conclusions before Laurel had done anything. Her life had been academics and learning and then fighting for truth to be told, and now the idea that she might read another word was cause for alarm. Nyssa had been called in and doing what she needed for appearances she’d slapped Laurel across the face. The blow stung, but she’d received far worse - at her previous home, during her reconditioning as a handmaid, and from Oliver’s own hand. She did her best to communicate when Nyssa’s eyes locked on hers after that she was okay, understood why Nyssa had to do what she had. But again, it was all unspoken.
Nyssa was gently wiping the tears from her cheeks, settled beside her, all while Laurel was trying to look around, the shut door, the drawn blinds. Was their privacy real? “Don’t apologize,” she whispered as quietly as she could. If she heard that from Nyssa it would cause the walls she had built to crumble. “I know. You were only protecting me.” Laurel leaned into the touch as Nyssa palmed her cheek. “You don’t have to say it.” Laure could read the pain and concern all over Nyssa’s face, but there was something else as they looked at one another. Something that was always there but Laurel never put words to even in her own head because it was terrifying for both of them. Only Nyssa didn’t seem content to leave this one unspoken thing to shared looks and without another word between them, she was drawing Laurel close to press their lips together in a kiss that Laurel allowed herself to fall into no matter how much it seemed like throwing herself off a cliff.
#whoops this got out of control#verse: lauryssa handmaid's tale#also like lets roll with my one episode and wikipedia knowledge#storyofwhoiam
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