I’m so in love with you and I hope you know darling, your love is more than worth its weight in gold just say you won’t let go
for @eliotswaugh
@laurysssa / laurysssa.tumblr.com
I’m so in love with you and I hope you know darling, your love is more than worth its weight in gold just say you won’t let go
for @eliotswaugh
“Yeah I got issues,
and one of them is how bad I need you.”
Ships: Laurel/Nyssa, Laurel & Thea, Laurel & Dinah & Quentin, Laurel/Cisco, Laurel & Oliver & Felicity & Diggle
Summary: After Laurel dies protecting Thea from Damian Darhk, Nyssa tries (and fails) to come to terms with her death.
Lauryssa + shared scenes
↳ “Thank you, Laurel. I was alone, and adrift, and you have shown me kindness.”
Top 25 dynamics (as voted by our followers) #6: Laurel Lance and Nyssa al Ghul
Hey out of curiosity. While watching season 3, after Sara died and Nyssa was training Laurel to be a better fighter, did anyone ever at any point start shipping Nyssa and Laurel together? Because I shipped them for the whole fucking season practically and I thought I was alone until I saw a post titled Lauryssa (or something like that) and got all excited because FINALLY SOMEONE SAW IT TOO soooooo please let me know if Laurel/Nyssa is something you ever shipped (even for a second)
DCTV Ladies Appreciation | Favorite Romantic Relationship(s) ↳ Laurel Lance + Nyssa al Ghul “You let me be someone else, even for just a little while. Brought me great happiness.”
Lauryssa for the parent meme, please?
This is very late. I have no excuse. It’s just Who I Am As A Person™. But it’s done my dude. Hope you like it!
Random fact for this headcanon: Nyssa and Laurel totally adopt 4 kids. This wasn’t planned at all, but it sorta ended up happening.
Are you taking head canons for black assassin because I have a few.
i always love hearing headcanons for my girls please share away
Black Assassin plus 24. Please. Thank you.
24. “You’re the only one I trust to do this.”
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“Gotham City,” Nyssa says, thumbing at the plane ticket Laurel’s left on her countertop. “Trying to get as far from Star as possible?”
“Well,” Laurel says. “Not as possible. But pretty far.”
Nyssa sucks on her lower lip for a moment, a sign of thought. “Laurel-”
“Listen,” Laurel says. “When Sara died and came back, she left. She went off into the timestream. I’m just moving to the East Coast.”
“Well,” Nyssa says, softly. “You always keep a level head.”
“Not always,” Laurel says. “You know why I’m moving, don’t you?”
Nyssa drums her fingers on the countertop. “You want to work with other vigilantes.”
“I want to have my own team,” Laurel says. “Ones that-” She hesitates.
“Ones that what?”
“I-” She’s suddenly aware of everything she’s leaving in her apartment. Everything she’s selling off. “I think I have too much baggage in this city to do any real good. There are other- There are other people I should work with.”
“I see.”
Laurel fidgets with the sleeve of her jacket. Sucks in a breath. “Which is why you’re coming with me.”
Nyssa tilts her head. Just a tick, enough to let Laurel know she’s caught her off guard. “Excuse me?”
“You’re coming with me,” Laurel says. “To Gotham.”
Nyssa holds her thoughts to her chest, for a moment. “My sister frequents Gotham.”
“I know,” Laurel says. “And I know you’ve been looking for a good reason to pound her into the pavement.”
“That is tempting,” Nyssa admits. “But I’ve got no where to stay.”
“I’ll get a big bed,” Laurel replies.
“Ah.”
“Nyssa,” Laurel says. “This team I’m working on, that Barbara and I are working on, it needs you. I need you.”
Nyssa almost laughs at that, a sort of wry chuckle that makes Laurel’s heart hurt. “You don’t need me.”
“Yes I do,” Laurel says. “I- I don’t really know how to be much of a leader, without you.”
“Oh, please.”
“Nyssa,” Laurel repeats. “You’re the only person I trust on this. Please. Come with me.”
Nyssa crosses her arms, leaning back on the counter. “And I’d get to fight Talia?”
“As often as you want.”
She considers it. “Can I kill her.”
Laurel grins, despite the context. “I’d prefer you didn’t.”
“And this team?” Nyssa says. “The one that you and this- Barbara, you said her name is?”
“Cisco introduced us,” Laurel says.
“Right,” Nyssa says, briskly. “Does this team have a name?”
“Well, about that,” Laurel says. She runs an anxious hand through her hair. “We were thinking about the Birds of Prey.”
i was colorblind before you.
laurel/nyssa obvs. :)
for your love, all you are, i’d start a riot
Ships: Laurel/Nyssa
Summary: “What’s so bad about falling, ya Laurel? Perhaps you are. But you are not falling apart. Or into pieces. You are falling into place.”
A/N: The title means “purple” in Arabic :)
The sun is rising when Laurel surfaces from sleep, and even in her drowsiness she can’t help but smile at the still-warm dent in the pillow beside her, and the faint glow of the bathroom light in the hallway, and - as she turns on her side - the sunrise’s cloudy pinks and purples streaking across the sky like the brushstrokes of a carefree artist.
She pulls the blankets a little closer to her, so they go over her bare arms, because even in the heat of the rising sun it’s still a bit chilly. As she does so she hears the soft pad of Nyssa’s footsteps as she makes her way down the hall back to Laurel’s room. Laurel smiles, turns on her side.
“Morning,” she says, and as Nyssa settles back into bed with her Laurel can’t help but reach out to play with Nyssa’s hair.