there was a fleeting wisp of glory called  c a m e l o t

Olicity one-shot: what a good guy would do

Word count: 2,589
Rating: Everyone
Summary: Newsroom AU — Oliver’s scared of losing his on/off girlfriend Sara Lance to the the new hotshot senior producer, Nyssa. But when he finds out business reporter Felicity Smoak is entertaining other job offers, he finds he can’t let go of her either.

Author’s note: OK so background: a while back, @screamlikeacanary and I decided to cast “The Newsroom” with “Arrow” characters. I started rewatching “The Newsroom” for like the millionth time a few days ago and when I got to this episode, I HAD TO WRITE IT. (I’M SORRY, ANNA, I HAD TO.)

So with that, I’m dedicating it to @screamlikeacanary in the hopes that she doesn’t hate me. 

Lastly, you don’t HAVE to have seen The Newsroom to understand what’s going on in this story, but if you haven’t seen The Newsroom, then do yourselves the biggest favor and watch it immediately.

Ignoring the bright, red light that screamed ON AIR, Oliver pushed open the door and strode into the studio.

Felicity sat behind the desk, her smile almost as bright as her hair in the fluorescent lighting. Her fuschia lips wrapped around each word carefully, like she had to physically restrain herself from talking a mile a minute, as was her habit.

If she noticed him standing next to the teleprompter, glaring at her with ice cold eyes and his arms crossed firmly over his chest, she didn’t let on.

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ficlet: your hands around my neck.

based on the prompt Laf drags Laura to a party and meets carmilla. Fun party shenanigans ensue.

rated t for some grinding and blood drinking. ~2k. read on ao3.

“I don’t need to anything, Lafontaine. I am perfectly content to eat away my sorrows while watching old Diane Sawyer news reports,” Laura says, rather indignantly, from her spot on the bed. Lafontaine stands in the doorway, their arms crossed.

“Hollis, you haven’t left this bed in two days. You’re starting to smell and Perry and I have been taking bets on whether or not you have some forest creatures skittering about underneath your bed. You’re coming. End of story,” They say resolutely and Laura’s nostrils flare. Okay. So maybe she hasn’t left her bed since she was dumped on her ass two days ago but hey, a girl deserves some recoup time before her friends start to badger her about casting another line into the cesspool of dating options that is Silas University. But Lafontaine seems pretty persistent.

And they don’t leave the doorway. Not even when Laura turns her Diane Sawyer news report back on and, maybe a little bit embarrassingly, starts to quote along. Instead, they reach out and grab Laura by the wrist, “Oh no. This isn’t happening. I’m not going to stand here and listen to you regurgitate Diane Sawyer,” They say and they turn and start to dig through Laura’s closet.

“Hey! Invasion of privacy!” Laura exclaims, craning her head over her shoulder. Lafontaine shrugs.

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