ugh she needs to be the lead of this show

Nalu Fluff Week 2017 Within the Law, Chapter 2

fanfiction by impracticaldemon
Words: ~3000 | Also on FFnet | AO3 (coming soon) | CH. 1

Author’s Note:

Chapter 2 of Within the Law is based on the Day 4 prompt “History”, with several nods to the Day 1 prompt “Soulmates”.

I’d like to thank everyone who is reading, following and liking this story so far, with special thanks to those who have taken a moment to drop me a line to tell me what they think of the story. 

Chapter 2Friend or Foe?

Prompt: History


The interview did not go at all as Lucy expected. For one thing, it was a great deal more informal than any interview she’d ever had for a job (other than one for a paper route that her father wouldn’t let her keep). The real shock, however, was finding out that the law firm of Makarov & Vermilion—known to lawyers as Fairy Tail—had a history with her family.

The room was more or less what she had envisioned—corporate-Fiore standard boardroom with an oval table, big comfortable chairs, and fully updated with the newest in lacrima technology. The artwork was a little unusual, and appeared to have been contributed by various members of the firm, since there wasn’t any cohesion or similarity between the pieces that she could make out. Lucy couldn’t help but glance at Natsu when her eyes caught what appeared to be an original Star Wars movie poster in all its kitschy, late- seventies glory, mounted in a place of honour on one wall. Natsu gave her two thumbs up, apparently aware of her interest—in the poster—and Lucy found herself smiling.

“That’s the slightly more common version, of course,” he stage whispered to her as she sat down in her designated spot. “But I have the Type A poster at home.”

Lucy had no idea what he was talking about; apparently Natsu was an even bigger geek than she was. Also… was that a pick-up line? Gray either shared her concern or saw her expression. He punched Natsu none-too-lightly on the shoulder.

“Seriously, Pepto B? Lucy’s here for a job interview and you sound like some kind of nerdy pick-up artist.”

“What the hell, Gray?! I just thought she’d like to know—I mean she can recognize an Imperial Destroyer-class capital ship when she sees one!”

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Happy Valentine’s Day, clxrkes!


Bellamy shook his leg impatiently as he waited. She said two minutes but five minutes had passed and here he was still waiting. The sound of the popcorn in the microwave had stopped so any moment now she would come out and join him on the couch.



If she didn’t get distracted or wasn’t so exhausted that she ended up taking a short nap, leaning on her arm while watching the popcorn cool. Bellamy really needed to check on his girlfriend before this show started because they couldn’t miss the beginning. The introduction was usually the most important part and he would not settle for some random spoilers in the articles posted afterwards. Then again it could just be the new credits which Bellamy wasn’t exactly looking forward to. He barely accepted that Allison was really dead. She couldn’t be, yet she was. But now he also had to deal with her no longer in the credits and instead replaced by two new female leads. Ugh.

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Girl Meets Natatorium

Summary: Riley joins a team. (fair warning, it’s a long one.)

“Why are we here, Riley?”

“Because we’re Patriots now, Maya,” Riley said smiling. She looked out over the pool waiting for the team to make an appearance. “We have to support the swim team.”

Maya looked around at the bleachers. Groups of students gathered together with plenty of space between them. Some were studying, others just talking. Maya curled herself up on the empty bench. “Wake me up when it’s over,” she said, closing her eyes.

Riley leaned forward in her seat as the team came in waving. They gathered around the coach as she gave them a pep talk before putting their hands in and yelling “Patriots!”

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fic update: Let Your Heart Be Light, Olicity, rated M, chapter 11/15

Let Your Heart Be Light (45991 words) by callistawolf
Chapters: 11/15
Fandom: Arrow (TV 2012)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak
Characters: Oliver Queen, Felicity Smoak, Thea Queen, Roy Harper, Tommy Merlyn, Moira Queen, Walter Steele, Laurel Lance, Sara Lance, Malcolm Merlyn
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Christmas, Romance, Friends to Lovers, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Romantic Fluff, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut
Summary: It’s time for Christmas Dinner with the Queen Family!  What surprises are in store for our beloved characters? 

Author’s Note: Well, here we are guys. I know people have been dreading this and I did draw it out a bit, getting here.  Here is where not just the other shoe drops but ALL the shoes drop.  Please don’t hurt me. ;)  Also, thanks again for the continued outpouring of support over this story.  Words can’t express how happy I am that this story is making some of you feel better about this hiatus (and that finale!).  Feel free to drop me a line here, on tumblr or on twitter.  I’m happy to chat!  

You can read this chapter on Ao3 or FF

Christmas dinner looked amazing.  Oliver wondered if everything had always looked this good, spread across the table, or if he was just noticing it this year because he was riding high on cloud nine.  There was a huge roasted turkey, its skin golden brown and glistening in the candlelight.  Bowls and serving dishes of stuffing, salad, potatoes and roasted vegetables ran the length of the table, with bottles of wine interspersed at regular intervals.  The fine china was set out, the silverware glinting in the atmospheric light.  And the smells!  Suddenly, Oliver was very aware that they hadn’t had much to eat all day and he couldn’t wait to dive right in. 

Felicity took the seat to his right and he immediately reached underneath the tablecloth to squeeze her knee.  She smiled but gave him a quelling look.  The message was clear: hands off till later, buddy.  

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I saw this on twitter and I just…

1) It’s 2015. Can we stop calling women who show anger and bitterness “b*tches”? I especially hate when it’s women who use this misogynistic language against other women. When (white) men are angry and/or bitter, we sympathize with them and romanticize their anger and bitterness and woobify them - Loki, Snape, Oliver. But when women are angry and bitter, they’re “harpies” and “b*tches” and “ugh she needs to get over herself. no one cares. she just needs to die already” Reclaiming the term is one thing, but when you’re using it to degrade women for showing emotions you excuse in your male faves, then it’s just misogynistic. 

2) I’m not sure you can “shove [the female lead] down anyone’s throat” because… She’s the female lead? Like sorry to burst Felicity stans’ bubbles, but Laurel Lance is the female lead of Arrow (not that the writers have treated her like a leading lady in awhile… but she still is). And I’m saying this as someone who ships Ol*city.

3) I don’t know why this person thinks Oliver’s death is just so that Laurel can have her moments of glory. It’s not just Laurel? It’s Ray. It’s also Roy, a character who was severely underutilized in the first half. It’s also Diggle, who’s been sidelined but will now be suiting up again (and I am really excited about this). Oliver’s death is giving other characters a chance to shine, which is really necessary because Arrow has this tendency of sidelining all of it’s characters beside Oliver. Side characters are meant to support the main character, but they should also be able to function as their own characters, which unfortunately hasn’t been the case in Arrow.

3) Yes, the show is Arrow, but it’s not as if Oliver Queen hasn’t canonically died with another person taking over the spotlight in the Green Arrow comics (see: the 90’s Green Arrow and Connor Hawke). Digg’s taking up the Arrow suit for a bit, so the Arrow will still exist.

4) I’m not sure why anyone is offended on Stephen Amell’s behalf when he is being such a good sport about the whole thing. He said he loves when the show “gives other characters an opportunity to come more into leading roles” and that he’s “excited for everyone’s opportunity” so I mean

5) I’m also not exactly sure what show Laurel-haters are watching, but if they really think it’s Laurel’s fault all these characters died, if they’re really viewing Arrow through a Laurel-lens, then they’re just really obsessed with Laurel. Maybe even more than Laurel-fans. As the OP mentioned, this is Arrow. It’s the Oliver Queen show and every plot and storyline revolves around him. Even the plots and storylines of other characters end up revolving around him.

So no, Tommy did not die for Laurel to get drunk and have her dark moment. Tommy died for Oliver’s manpain and to give him a reason to stop being a killer, a reason to transition from the Hood to the Arrow.

And, while yes, Sara died so Laurel could avenge her and become Black Canary, Sara didn’t die to solely further Laurel’s story solely. Sara also died to further Oliver’s story. I mean, Malcolm mind-controlled Thea to kill Sara just to have leverage over Oliver. Sara’s death is about Malcolm and Oliver. If you’re going to blame Laurel, you have to blame Oliver too. But it’s not either Laurel’s or Oliver’s fault. It’s the writers’ fault. Fridging women is terrible, terrible writing.

I already addressed how Oliver’s death isn’t just about Laurel, but I want to add that it’s about Oliver himself, too. The first half was set up in a way where Oliver was unsure if he could truly live and had bitterly resigned himself to the fact that his work only ended in one way. I’m anticipating the next half to address whether the life he had up until his death was something he was content about, whether he realizes that the life he had resigned himself to is no way to live.

6) What is so wrong with wanting Felicity and Laurel to be friends??? The show already treats its women really terribly. So many of the main/re-curring women have died on the show. With Sara dead, Felicity has only interacted with another female a few times and one of them was on a different show and another one of them was a short call that we only heard from her end. We need more female friendships on the show. We need more female friendships represented in television shows period.

This is why I like to distance myself from the Ol*city fandom even though that’s my Arrow OTP. Do people realize you can ship something without hating and diminishing the rival love interest/actress? It’s so frustrating when fandom hates one character just to prop up another. It’s infuriating when fandom actively tries to get a woman fired from a show just to prop up a ship, even though there isn’t enough female representation out there. Don’t throw the “rival” female character/actress under the bus and pass it off as “support” for your female fave. That’s not support for your fave. That’s just hate.

The internalized misogyny of fangirls is quite sickening. Sigh.

The Amusement Park

(Okay so this is my very first fanfic. I love to write, so I thought I’d try my hand at writing a one-shot. I loved writing this, so if anyone has any prompts or ideas for another fanfic, or if you have any comments on this fanfic, please message me! Thanks and I hope you enjoy!) Word count: 1843


“So what did you find out?” Maggie asked. The team was gathered in the conference room after the day’s stitch to hear what Kirsten had discovered.

Their subject today was Violet Shay, a 24 year old who was addicted to roller coasters. She was found dead the previous night at, of course, a theme park.

Kirsten looked at her coworkers. “I heard a man’s voice, telling her it was what she deserved. That he couldn’t let her ruin anyone else’s life. I saw a flash of the theme park’s uniform, then everything went dark.”

Cameron glanced at his partner-in-crime. She looked…disturbed. Her usual stone-cold expression was replaced with one of worry.

“It felt as if…she knew him.” Kirsten continued. “He instantly seemed familiar, but his voice caused her extreme pain.”

“Do you think you could recognize the man’s voice if you heard it?” Camille inquired.

“Of course,” Kirsten replied, not missing a beat.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Camille asked as she and Linus shared a knowing look.

“To the theme park we go!”


“What…are…you…wearing!?” Camille asked, sounding extremely distressed.

“I’m sorry that I had no idea what to wear, since I’ve never done this before in my life!” Kirsten snapped back. She was dressed in long, loose-fitted jeans and a plain black shirt.

“Come on, I’ll help. And we’re going to add a little makeup too. You know, to impress Cam.” Camille smirked. Kirsten just gave her a death stare as she was dragged towards the bedrooms.

When they emerged, Kirsten was dressed in a pale pink, spaghetti strap romper, with intricate white flowers on it. Camille had found her a pair of beachy white sandals and a thin, gold bracelet to complete the look. Reluctantly, Kirsten’s hair was curled into flowy waves. She also was wearing light pink eyeshadow and had allowed some eyeliner, too.

“My work here is finished,” Camille proudly stated, “I mean, we both look pretty damn good.” Kirsten looked at Camille’s outfit: black lacey shorts, a loose green tank top, black sandals (with, of course, a very small heel), and a long silver necklace. Both of them did look pretty good, Kirsten thought.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and Camille proclaimed, “oh! Just in time, too!” She went to answer the door, and Kirsten found herself feeling something she couldn’t quite identify. All she knew was that her hands started slightly shaking, she felt her palms getting sweaty, and that she did not like this feeling one bit.

“Hey boys,” Camille smoothly answered the door, gesturing for them to come in. Linus and Camille began their normal flirting, and Cameron walked over to where Kirsten was standing, near the couch.

As he got closer, he couldn’t help but admire how she looked. She looked stunning, and he felt his breath catch in his throat. Luckily, he still was able to talk.

“Hey Stretch,” he said, flashing that dazzling smile at her.

“Hey girlfriend,” she somehow replied smoothly, even though her heart was racing.

He rolled his eyes and chuckled. “Are you ever going to stop using that nickname?”

She laughed. “Probably not, so you better get used to it.”

I could get used to hearing that for the rest of my life, he thought. “By the way, you look stunning,” he managed to say, looking her up and down again.

Giving him a shy smile, she muttered a “thanks.”

“Hey lovers, time to go,” Camille said to them, earning death glares back.

As they walked out to Cameron’s car, he couldn’t stop himself from looking over at Kirsten.


“We’re finally here!” Linus shouted excitedly as he and Camille jumped out of the backseat of Cameron’s convertible.

“That was the longest drive ever,” Kirsten commented as Cameron opened the passenger’s side door and helped her out. Linus and Camille had opted to sit together in the back, letting Kirsten and Cameron be together in the front.

Camille scoffed. “You have no time perception.” Then, realization dawned on her. “Wait, did you time the entire car ride?” she questioned.

Kirsten smirked and help up her phone, showing a timer. “63 minutes and 39 seconds, to be exact.”

“Okay, well the longer we argue about how long it took us to get here, the later we get on rides,” Linus pointed out.

“We’re here to solve a case,” Kirsten told him.

He just smiled and said, “but why not have a little fun?” Grabbing Camille’s hand, the two bolted to the ticket booth.

Cameron turned toward Kirsten, “I guess it’s us two then.”

“Ugh, I always get stuck with you,” Kirsten deadpanned. Cameron looked at her, concern obvious on his face, until her saw her break into a smile and laugh. “C'mon,” she told him. “You need to show me around. I’ve never been to an amusement park before.” She grabbed his hand to lead him to buy tickets.

Cameron froze in shock. “Wait, wait, wait, so you’ve never been on any rides before?”

“Ed and I never really did this kind of stuff, I didn’t have good friends ever that I could go with, and by the time I was on my own, it wasn’t really a priority. So, no.”

At that moment, Cameron realized they were still holding hands. He liked the feeling of her hand in his; it was almost like they were made to fit together. He gave her hand an encouraging squeeze and said, “well, you’re in for a treat today,” and led her to the entrance.


Once inside, they found Camille and Linus sitting on a bench sharing an ice cream already.

“Hey guys,” Camille said, “so…Linus and I were thinking we would just do our own thing. Is that cool?”

Cameron and Kirsten gave each other a look, Cameron said, “sure, no problem,” and as soon as they had found them, Linus and Camille were gone.

Kirsten gave Cameron an inquiring look. “So are they dating or…?”

“I honestly have no idea,” and they both laughed.

“So,” Cameron continued, “I think we should start with a simple classic. How about…that roller coaster over there?” He pointed to a red roller coaster with a few twists and turns, but nothing too extreme.

“Sounds good to me,” Kirsten said, and they were off.

Cameron and Kirsten spent the rest of the day gradually riding more and more intense rides. At around 5:30, though, they stopped to eat. As they sat across from each other at a table, they reflected on their day.

“Oh my god, that ride with all of the loops and upside down parts…I thought I was gonna die but it was so fun!!” Kirsten was acting like a little kid on Christmas morning.

Cameron laughed. “Yes, it’s pretty great.” He glanced at her and felt his heart flutter at the sight of her being so happy. She was acting different, but a good different. She was just so full of joy.

Once they got rid of their trash and were walking away, Kirsten looked at Cameron very seriously. She looked deep into his eyes and never wanted to look away. Both of them wanted to stay like this, in this moment, forever.

Cameron gave her a small smile. “What is it, Ace?” he asked. Suddenly, she threw her arms around his neck, enveloping him in a tight hug. It didn’t take long for Cameron to react and hug her back, wrapping his arms around her back.

“Thank you, Cameron,” she said, her voice barely audible, almost a whisper. But he heard every word.

“For what?” he asked as they pulled away, keeping their arms still around each other.

She looked at him, seeming to be on the verge of tears. “For everything. Today and every day. Being my best friend, my partner in crime. For all of the nicknames you call me and teaching me how to feel real, true emotions. For…” Before she could finish, however, her tears started falling.

“For what?” he asked her, as he caressed her cheek, and she leaned into his warm touch. Watching her in this much agony shattered his heart.

“For loving me,” she quietly responded.

“What…how did you…?” he stuttered.

Kirsten looked at him now; he could see the distress in her eyes, and it caused him so much pain.

“Three months ago,” she began, “when I stitched into you. I was everywhere. And…I could feel how you felt about me. How seeing me brightened your day, how your protectiveness wasn’t only because of your job, how every time I hurt, you hurt. How all you wanted was for me to be happy.”

“Stretch…I…” he tried to explain himself, but she cut him off.

“And then you didn’t wake up right away. Usually it would feel like you had always been dead, but it didn’t. And I sat there, screaming, pleading, begging for you to wake up. It was torture. Pure anguish. I couldn’t lose you, I never wanted to lose you. Finally, you woke up. And I felt myself come back to life, because if you died, a huge part of me would’ve died with you. I couldn’t tell you what I knew, though. I wasn’t ready. I was just barely beginning to understood emotions, and suddenly I had that bomb dropped on me? But once that feeling of wanting to be around you all the time, wanting you to be happy, everything you felt for me…once that didn’t go away, I knew it wasn’t residual emotions. So, I’m ready now.”

“Ready for what?” he gave her a questioning look.

“Cameron Goodkin…” she gave him a weak smile through her tears.

But she didn’t have to say any more. Cameron pulled her in close and kissed her deeply and sweetly. She pulled him in closer, running her fingers through his hair. It seemed as if they could never be close enough. When they finally broke away, both of them were giddy, like lovestruck teenagers.

They stayed with their foreheads touching, and Cameron whispered, “I love you, too, Kirsten Clark.”

Suddenly, they heard a loud, familiar voice from behind them. “I told you so Linus! You owe me 50 bucks!”

As they turned to look, they saw Linus with his arm around Camille. Kirsten and Cameron just laughed. Cameron put his arm around Kirsten’s shoulder and kissed her on the forehead. They began to make their way over to the other couple.

Before they made it, Cameron whispered to Kirsten, “so is this technically our first date?”

She smirked and said, “of course.”

“Okay, well, we still have a murder to solve,” he told her.

“Well we haven’t ridden all of the rides yet, have we?” She beamed at him. “Hey Camille, Linus?” She said to them, “let’s finish solving this murder.”

As they walked towards the next ride, Cameron looked over at her, at the determination on her face, and knew, with absolute certainty, that there was no one else in the world he’d rather be with. Finally, he knew that she felt the same way.