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You’re a good kid- Oliver Queen x selfharm!reader (platonic)
The way I’ve been sitting on this for 8 months. Humiliating. Everything I write gives me second hand embarrassment who am I kidding. Anyhow here’s my mental illness. Enjoy.
Oliver Queen x selfharm!reader
Self-Indulgent
Warning: contains graphic depiction of self-injury and suicidal thoughts. If you think this fic might trigger an episode or relapse, please do not read this.
Key:
Y/N- Your Name
US Hotlines/Chatlines:
Suicide/Crisis Line: 988
LGBTQ+ Specific: The Trevor Project
Text Line: Text “HOME” to 741741
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Crisis Chatline: Imalive.org
Self Harm Specific: 1-800-366-8288
Male Specific: Boystown.org
Helpline Database: Benice.org
“Fuck it’s hot in here.” You breathed, sweat creeping down the side of your face. Your hands were planted on your knees, keeled over in straight up exhaustion as you squinted at the floor of the Arrow Cave.
“I’m training you for all climates then.” Oliver, your mentor, quipped back, a slight smile on his face. He lightly slapped your back with his wooden stick.
“Let’s get back to it, hm?” He said authoritatively.
You complied, and a few more minutes of loud stick-thwapping ensued. It didn’t take long for him to have you pinned.
“Sorry…” You muttered, laying on the cool floor for a moment. His shirtless frame stood above you.
“Don’t apologize to me, if this were-“
“If this were a real situation, I would have been killed. I know.” You cut him off sourly. He offered a hand and yanked you up.
“You’d be less hot if you didn’t insist on fighting in long sleeves all the time.” Oliver changed the subject, grabbing his own t-shirt.
He had a point- the sleeves certainly weren’t helping. But you weren’t ready to have that whole conversation with him. Some of the careful, intentional cuts beneath the fabric were still fresh, and even the stale, scarred over marks still embarrassed you. You didn’t respond.
“Hey I know what’ll help,” He said with a slight grin (which was usually the most expressive thing you’d get out of him.) “One last exercise before we call it.”
Oliver grabbed a thin blade from the small armor rack, and proceeded to toss you a rubber one.
“Hey!” you yelped, catching it, “Why do you get a real one?”
“Because I know how to use it without causing you serious harm. I don’t trust you with something you can stab me with.” He joked lightly.
Once again, he had a point. And once again, you knew that. The spar commenced.
After a few minutes of apprehensive toe-hopping, he broke the silence.
“That’s not an expensive shirt, is it?”
You narrowed your eyes.
“No, I mean it’s a cheap exercise shirt, why?”
Oliver’s stance changed, becoming more offensive.
“I have an idea.” A sly smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
Without warning, he rushed forward. You let out a slightly surprised inhale, stepping out of the way with grace. You tried to slash his back with the rubber knife, but he quickly turned around, grabbing your arm and throwing towards him. You twisted your arm, ducking into a roll.
“Nice dodge.” He panted slightly. You stayed coiled, focused. This time you attacked him, springing forward him. He caught your forearm. You winced, trying to pull the same stunt twist out of it.
“Don’t do the same move twice.” He said.
In a brief moment you were on the ground, You felt the cold floor, the hand with the fake weapon pinned. Oliver counted to 5- in the heat of pinning you, he must have slit the fabric of your sleeve. It was a clean cut; his trained accuracy paying off. But the rough movement and raised skin lead to a few of your cuts reopening. Normally, the blood wouldn’t soak through your shirt enough, but with your arm exposed…
It took a moment for panic to set in. When it did, you thrashed. He’d thought he won, but your sudden, violent movement caught him off guard. He scrambled back.
“Hey! Match is over! You were p-“
“What the fuck!” You called out, shoving him. In retrospect, that wasn’t much of a statement- he was a solid half-foot taller than you, and at least 100lbs heavier.
“Hey, rel-“
“What the fuck did you do that for!” You referred to the sleeve, cutting his words off again. You piped down, aggressively trying to cover your arm.
“Hey, I was messing around. It was a joke, I can buy you a new shirt?“ At that point, Oliver just sounded confused.
“Yeah, well, it wasn’t funny.” You swiftly huffed, hiding the arm with your back turned to him.
Oliver, speechless, went to set down his weapon, and saw a thin smear of blood on the floor; immediately, his tone changed.
“Did I hurt you?” He asked. All humor had left his voice.
“What?” You responded curtly. “No, you just-“
He didn’t wait for you to finish your sentence. Oliver grabbed your shoulder and spun you around to face him. He tugged your arm out from your protective grasp.
“Let me s-“
You both froze. You felt like you’d just swallowed liquid nitrogen. His face was blank. Silence.
You jerked your hand back. Wordlessly you did your best to cover your arm again, turned around and began making your way to your backpack. From Oliver’s perspective you looked furious- in reality, you were scared. You desperately tried to control your breathing, the familiar tightness in your throat fighting against tears. How could you let this happen? You were mortified, let alone afraid. Deeply you were ashamed. He’d reject you, or abandon you, or at the very least keep you from vigilantism. The possibilities swarmed through your head like a hoard of angry bees.
Your panic was interrupted.
“Hey.”
You stopped mid-step as a hand hesitantly grabbed your arm. Your bag hit the floor with a thud. He, more carefully, pulled your arm, this time with a nervous kindness.
“Let me take a look.”
You obliged. He moved your wrist around a few times, looking the bleeding cuts up and down.
You just stood there numbly.
“Here.”
You both made your ways to the steel table, where he let go for a moment. You weren’t used to seeing Oliver like this. It made you feel uncomfortably like a child.
“I’m going to grab a few things.” His seemed calm, Oliver’s voice a steady sound to focus on. You, suddenly overwhelmed by everything, stayed patiently quiet as he rummaged around. You refused to look up, eyes glued to the cold floor. He came back within a minute.
“Sit.”
You obeyed, completely unsure of what to say. He reached for an alcohol pad and your head snapped up.
“I can take care of it.” You said flatly. Tiredly.
He paused, but slid everything over to you. You worked hastily. The alcohol pad stinging as it swiped nervously across your arm.
Much to your dismay, silence didn’t last long.
“Do you want to tell me what’s going on?” Oliver asked.
“No.” Now you really felt like a child.
“Let me rephrase that; talk to me, or can’t help you. I can’t do anything if you don’t tell me why you’re doing this to yourself.” He said curtly.
“I never said I wanted your help.” You snapped, looking up at him.
Oliver’s hand hit the table, making you flinch.
“I don’t care if you didn’t ask, I recruited you to this team, and I’m the one in charge of keeping you- and everyone else- safe. Either you’re going to tell me what’s going on or-“
You cut him off for the third time that night.
“Or what? You’ll kick me off the team?” You asked bitterly. He sighed.
“Yes.”
You sat quietly for a moment, weighing your options.
“I constantly feel so… out of control.” You said quietly. You paused, putting down the alcohol pad.
“I’m afraid. I’m afraid of people. I’m afraid of my family. I can’t stand school, my home is shit, the world is shit and vigilantism is all I have left. Even doing this, I constantly feel… bad. I’m not good enough. I’m not smart enough. I can’t compete with the rest of you. Then I get to realizing that all I do is pity myself. My life isn’t even that bad. The fact that I can’t handle it all is a sign that I shouldn’t be in this line of work. Someone like me- I’m clearly- People who-“, you let out a frustrated huff, “I’m not mentally, I don’t know, equipped for this kind of thing but I know my entire life would feel so pointless without it. This is the only control I have. The only way I can make things any better and without it I don’t have a reason to live, Oliver. Without it I’m worthless.” You looked up.
“I wish I could just fucking kill myself. Every time I’ve tried, I’ve backed off last minute. I can’t seem to get the guts to just really end it. I even fail at that and then regret waking up the next day. I’m so fucking sick of it.”
You covered your face with your hands, elbows on the table. This entire situation was such a fucking mess. You just ruined whatever chance of staying on the team you had. Not only that but you’d embarrassed yourself in front of someone you admired, and admitted that-
“I’m not going to make you quit.”
His voice was firm. You felt a hand on shoulder. The comfort was like being held for a minute.
“I’m not going to abandon you, or make you leave. You’ve done great things for this team, and not once have you put anyone- including yourself- in needless harm. As long as you continue doing what you’ve been doing, as long as you keep training with me, you’re not getting left.”
You nodded miserably. Your hands still covered your face.
“You’re a good kid, (y/n). Whenever you feel like this- I mean whenever- contact me. You can contact Felicity. You can contact John. All of us are here for you. We’d help you in any way we can. I promise, you’re safe.”
You took your hands from your face, resting them on the table, fingers lacing together.
“Alright?“ He asked.
“Alright.”
(End Notes)
Oh my god I’m posting this with a migraine and it hurts. Anyway this is very much so for me, idk if anyone else will bother with it. I’m working on a Ghost Rider fic, so stay tuned for that ig. It won’t wake 2 years this time.
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“Some say that our lives are defined by the sum of our choices but it isn't really our choices that distinguish who we are . . . it's our commitment to them." - In an arranged marriage, love is a luxury; friendship is not.
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The Unimaginable: Chapter 1
Humanitarian of the Year
November 2016
She was gorgeous, but then again, she always was.
On the other side of the banquet hall, with a seemingly never ending gap of white tablecloths, fine china, and old men in their finest suits separating them, he still noticed her. He probably always would.
Oliver’s chest ached like a Mirakuru soldier just walloped him right in the sternum. He zeroed in on Felicity as she looked around the large room, taking in the stage with the transparent podium, the string quartet in the far corner, and the other attendees.
His foot took a step towards her, almost as if her gravitational field was pulling him in, before he forced himself not to take another. Longing enveloped his heart. He waited with bated breath when her eyes swept around the room, almost like she was looking for someone.
Did she bring a date?
Oliver waited, holding his breath when Felicity finally settled her eyes on him. He could have sworn that her eyes met his from across the room. Like a cheesy movie, everything else seemed to melt away except for her. He saw her lips form into a frown right before someone greeted him.
“Congratulations Mr. Queen!” A hand jovially slapped his shoulder, drawing his attention away from her. “I can’t believe that you’d be the one receiving the award this year.”
He growled, nearly ripping the man’s hand away. Instead, he grabbed a champagne flute from a passing waiter to keep his hands occupied. He barely noticed when the bubbling liquid sloshed over the side, his fingers becoming drenched. His eyes followed her every movement like she was his latest target.
Oliver vaguely heard his sister do damage control, engaging the older man in pointless small talk. He continued to stare at Felicity as she started threading her way between the tables.
In the back of his mind, he knew that he was - in Felicity’s words - attending the ‘‘schmooze fest’ and paying compliments to everyone who wanted to speak with him. This ceremony was supposed to be a way for him to keep Queen Consolidated from sinking.
He knew that, and somewhere inside him, he cared about his family’s company, but right now... it was like Felicity had his complete and undivided attention.
He didn’t even know that she was going to attend this. She always hated going to these things.
If she felt his eyes practically burning a hole to the center of her back, she did a fine job of not showing it.
He remembered the last time she wore that black floral dress. It still fit her the same. It still accentuated her curves. As she turned away from him, making casual small talk with some old sleazy one-percenter, he got a full view of her from behind.
Yes, it still accentuated all of her curves.
As the night progressed, he barely paid attention to the wrinkled, dry hands shaking his, to the words of congratulations, not knowing what he said in acknowledgement. He gave half-hearted thanks, trying his best to keep her in his peripheral.
His sharp, blue eyes tracked her as she made a wide berth around the room; she was probably the only person who didn’t want to approach him.
Waiting for the ceremony to start was absolute torture, because all he wanted was to get one minute alone with her, but no one would leave him alone. How could he get away from them when he was the center of attention?
Oliver caught sight of Felicity as she laughed with the CEO of Starling National Bank, joked with Walter, and talked business to seemingly every one-percenter who wasn’t him.
He watched as she gave a friendly hug to Tommy, and how her smile cracked when his best friend gestured to him from the opposite side of the room.
Was she going to finally talk to him?
Oliver took a chance, daring to finally give in to the pull of her gravitational field, but this time he chose to keep his distance.
He nervously tugged on his black bowtie, feeling like he could breathe easier now that it was slightly loosened. Now that the ball was in his court, he wasn’t sure how she would react. As he approached, he saw her lips give Tommy a polite smile, smoothly taking a champagne flute and giving an appreciative nod of thanks to a passing waiter. Her hands didn’t gesticulate wildly. She was composed, her words perfectly enunciated with not a babble in sight.
He saw glimpses of this Felicity after the media confronted them, after they sought shelter at the Queen Mansion.
This Felicity was tough. Hard as nails. A fighter.
Felicity Smoak was every bit her public persona tonight, and he was one hundred percent sure it was because of him.
It had been monthssince he last spoke to her. There was just... too much history between them to forget. Before he knew it, he was dead set on closing the distance between them, but this time a familiar hand latching onto his shoulder stopped him.
“Oliver, you can talk to Felicity later.” Digg advised. “I strongly suggest-”
“What, Diggle?” He growled. The ache in his chest combined with Digg’s hand almost restraining him forced him in place.
“It’s time for you to go backstage, Mr. Queen.” Digg ordered, leaving no room for argument.
Great. Just... great.
Oliver forced himself to tear his eyes away from Felicity and Tommy. He made a mental note to talk to Tommy as soon as this was all over. Glancing at his watch, he saw that it was almost seven. Deciding to listen to his pretend bodyguard, he drained his glass, putting it on a nearby table. He pivoted and headed to the back of the stage.
Maybe he’d have the chance to talk to her after the speech.
Forcing Felicity from his mind, he pulled out a folded piece of paper from his pocket and concentrated on the speech he was going to give. He didn’t notice Felicity politely excusing herself, draining the last of her champagne and unknowingly following him from the opposite side of the room.
Making his way backstage, he stood behind the blue and white curtain, keeping himself from view. His eyes roamed over his sister’s handwriting, hoping he wouldn’t mess this up.
He sighed, glancing up, and saw her on the opposite end of the stage.
Oliver blinked, his speech instantly forgotten.
She took his breath away.
Felicity must not have seen him; she blew out a breath, crossing her arms, manicured nails tapping nervously against her clutch.
It was just them.
“Felicity?” He finally walked towards her, putting the speech back in his pocket. His head tilted to the side, the ache in his chest increasing as the distance between them decreased. He suddenly didn’t know what to do now that she was here. Should he hug her? Wave? Shake her hand?
“Oliver.” She said in a I-really-don’t-want-to-talk-to-you-right-now-but-I-guess-I-have-to kind of way. Her brilliant blue eyes tracked him calculatingly, almost warily, and he settled for holding his hands out in surrender. “...How are you?”
He thought she was gorgeous from far away, but now? Up close?
Felicity’s hair was done in loose curls that framed her face. Her make up was pristine, highlighting her soft features, her lips a luscious red that stood out vibrantly against her dark dress.
She was beautiful. So damn beautiful.
His chest tightened in a completely different way.
“I’m...” He trailed off, shaking his head. He wanted to say so much to her. He wanted to tell her about the new team, how Tommy and Thea were bonding over their mutual hatred of their father, how much he missed having her on the comms every night. “You know me.” Oliver shuffled his feet, crossing his arms. “What... what are you doing here?” He asked, keeping his tone friendly.
“Did the Municipal Group not tell you?” Seeing the blank look on his face, she muttered, “They didn’t. Of course they didn’t.”
“Tell me what?” When she didn’t immediately reply, averting her gaze, he prodded, “Felicity?”
She wrung her hands together. “You know what’s really, really ironic? Like that Alanis Morissette song?”
He watched as his Felicity came back to him. Maybe it was because they were alone, or she wasn’t in the immediate public eye, but... her public persona melted away.
When was the last time they were able to have a civil conversation in private?
Hope soared in his chest. It continued to soar with every word that she said as she started to babble. Like old times.
“Boy, you are going to get a kick out of this because it’s either ironic or the Municipal Group suddenly decided to have a twisted sense of humor but... I’m presenting the Humanitarian of the Year Award. To you.”
“Oh.” He replied.
How else was he supposed to respond?
She took a small step forward, and he caught the look of doubt on her face. “Are you... okay with that?”
He thought his mother or sister was going to present it... but if Felicity being the presenter meant that they could have this moment together, then it would be worth it, despite the publicity they were going to get.
A detached part of him realized that the Municipal Group wanted to make a scandal - to see how Starling City’s Favorite Couple, or Ex-Couple would deal with something as public as the Humanitarian Ceremony.
Maybe he wasn’t meant to receive this award... Maybe it was all some sort of political scheme, with his mother rerunning for mayor and with Felicity’s rising company.
Still...
“I’m glad you’re the one presenting.” Oliver smiled, and she gave him a nervous smile in return. She seemed like she could feel the awkward tension surrounding them like a fog. He hesitated. “Although... I’m actually surprised you’re here.”
Felicity drew back a bit, like he struck a nerve before she composed herself. She picked her words carefully. “I talked to Tommy earlier. He said you’re doing better.” She gave him a sad smile. “I mean, you must be, for getting the Humanitarian of the Year Award. Congrats, by the way.”
He nodded his thanks, slowly putting his hands in his pockets, pressing the speech between his fingers. “How have you been?” Curiosity piqued at him. It had been months since they saw each other, years since they actually talked. Not unless you counted the one time they saw each other in July. “It seems like Smoak Tech is doing well.”
A relieved look passed over her features as if she was happy that they were sticking to safe topics. “Yes, we finished the initial testing of our first security system. I’m planning on doing a trial run with some companies next year.”
“That sounds... great.” When she bit her lip, he continued. “You know, Felicity, if you wanted to test it at Queen Consolidated, you’re more than welcome.”
She looked shocked, but thankful. “I- yeah. I know. I just... with everything that happened...”
He inwardly cursed himself at the reminder. Rumors would fly if Queen Consolidated and Smoak Technologies worked together.
His publicist would probably have a heart attack.
An uncomfortable silence fell over them.
Her blue eyes dropped down to his bowtie, a small frown tugging at her lips. “We need a room.” She stated.
Oliver raised an eyebrow, trying to keep the smile from curling onto his face but failing.
She flinched, replaying what she said again. “You, of all people, should know I didn’t mean it like that.”
The smile remained on his face when she swiftly turned on her heel, pulling back the curtain and asking someone with a clipboard for a private space.
They were instantly led to a small alcove a short distance away from the stage.
Felicity pressed her clutch into his hands, and he held it on instinct, weighing it in his hands. It was lighter. He remembered how she kept her tablet tucked away there in case there was an Arrow mission.
The fact that it was lighter, that she didn’t carry her tablet anymore... that hit him harder than he expected. He sighed.
Felicity took another small step forward, getting into his personal space, and he let her, forcing the morose thoughts out of his mind.
She murmured, “Hold on, your tie is loose...”
He was glad that no one was there, or else they would notice how closely they were standing.
As she tugged it loose, he quickly glanced down at it before returning his eyes to her. Sighing with a look of exasperation, she asked, “What did you do to it?”
“I...” He searched for something to say. “It was choking me.”
Felicity tried to hide her smile by scoffing. She could always see through his bullshit lies from the moment they met. “Uh-huh. Sure. You can admit that you always had trouble with the bowtie ones. It’s not a secret to me, you know.”
“Guess some things don’t change.” Oliver grinned down at her.
Felicity’s eyes flickered up to his, her hands pausing for a second from where she tugged his collar up. He watched her eyes narrow in suspicion, no doubt wondering if he was referencing something else...
“You always fixed them for me, regardless.” Oliver clarified, his voice wistful as she adjusted the length, making one end longer. He remembered how she pulled up a Youtube video before they went to that fundraiser for the Cancer Society when they started dating four years ago. Had it really been that long? “When was the last time you did this?”
He knew she heard the longing in his voice when her shoulders tightened. She didn’t look up at him, tugging one end under the other and pulling it up, draping it over his shoulder.
“The funeral.” Felicity whispered brokenly.
He closed his eyes, her sequined clutch biting into his fingertips. How could he forget? Guilt chewed his insides. “I’m sorry,” he breathed. “I didn’t mean to-”
“It’s fine.” Felicity’s voice wobbled slightly, and he wanted her to confide in him, to let him in even for just one minute, but he knew she wouldn’t. Not now that she was protecting herself, or trying to keep some semblance of her public persona in place.
Still, he had to try. “How are you dealing with-?”
“Oliver,” she snapped. “I said it’s fine.”
He wisely chose to keep his mouth shut. He didn’t want to anger her, especially not now.
She’d probably strangle him if he pushed her too far.
“Where’s Moira when you need her?”
His brow furrowed, breaking him out of his thoughts. “What?”
“I figured she’d teach you how to tie these damn things by now.” She muttered under her breath, folding one part over.
“You can talk to her, you know that, right?” He kept his voice soft, trying to meet her eyes. “You didn’t have to cut us off when you left.”
Felicity bit her lip, and he could have sworn he felt her hands tremble.
He sighed. Choosing to back off - this was neither the time nor place - he picked a lighter topic. One that hopefully didn’t bring up bad memories. “Can you imagine what the tabloids would say if mayor Moira Queen still ties CEO Oliver Queen’s ties?”
Her blue eyes narrowed, studying him before seemingly coming to the same conclusion, almost like she could read his thoughts.
Don’t talk about the elephant in the room.
“That’s something I’d love to see.” Felicity spoke slowly, almost like she was testing the waters. “I’d be willing to bet there’s some Queen Mansion video footage I can get my hands on.”
He huffed out a laugh. “You’d lose that bet.”
“Darn.” After a brief pause, she said, “It couldn’t be worse than the drama surrounding us.” A tiny smile blossomed on her face. She started to relax around him as she continued working on his tie.
It seemed like the only thing that didn’t change was that the gossip sites and tabloids still loved them, even after four years.
“The drama surrounding us is a minefield. That witch from Starling’s Stars kept on asking me if we’re back together.” Felicity rolled her eyes. “Most of the paps kept on shouting similar things to me when I arrived tonight.”
“Me too.” He murmured. “The vultures are having a field day with that.”
He frowned, remembering how the paparazzi swarmed them two years ago. How they got a rise out of Felicity. How they had to seek solace at the Queen mansion to keep out of the public eye.
“We’ve both dealt with the latter countless times over the past couple years.” She smiled thinly up at him, her eyes twinkling with a hint of sadness. Her fingers momentarily stopped to lift his chin slightly before working on the knot that he always cursed. “Pretty sure having Moira doing your bowties would ruin your reputation.”
A smile tugged at his lips. “My reputation as CEO or as the other guy?”
Felicity leaned in with a mischievous glint in her eye, conspiratorially whispering, “Oh, definitely the other guy.”
Oliver chuckled, shaking his head, his eyes softening as he looked at her.
He suddenly couldn’t remember the last time she smiled at him like that, the last time they could joke like this.
Before the divorce, that’s for sure.
Felicity looked up, her lips parted like she was about to reprimand him for moving, but her eyes flitted over his face, almost like she was looking at him in a new light.
As his eyes met hers, he could have sworn that time stopped. Nothing else mattered except having her this close again. The speech didn’t matter. The politics of this night didn’t matter. Their divorce didn’t matter.
Because she was here right now. And he’d give almost anything to keep her here. Just like this.
His fingers tightened on her clutch, suddenly wanting to touch her. Hers dared to tilt his chin upward, breaking their eye contact.
“You know the drill. No moving.” Felicity admonished him quietly, lightly patting his chest.
He was taken back to the first time she said those same words as she tied his bowtie in his bedroom, to the numerous times she did it for him when they were dating and when they were married with all the black tie events they had attended to keep the Queen family image intact.
He wondered if she was also thinking of how similar the circumstances were, but how different they were.
Was it just him, or was she becoming more like the Felicity he knew?
He hoped so.
As he took a deep breath, he absently noted that she kept her perfume the same after all these years. With a sigh, he let it out, standing still, letting himself relax in her presence.
Oliver wondered if she still felt that connection between them. If they still had that connection that tied them together, some sort of invisible string that tied him to her... He wondered if she too was lost in the memories of the past.
Even with their separation, they still knew each other, their bodies still recognized each other. So when his ex-wife got into his space, he instantly relaxed. God, he missed her. Oliver was sure she’d be able to see it in his eyes if she actually looked up at him.
But her eyes were pinned to the black piece of silk fabric.
Still, he was thankful. The Humanitarian of the Year couldn’t go out in front of Starling City’s top one percent and give his acceptance speech with a messed up bow tie. His heart swelled for the woman in front of him, that she was willing to do something like this for him after all this time. That she still cared, despite everything that happened between the two of them.
Choosing to ignore the way his insides twisted, he asked her, “Are you ready to give your introductory speech?” Felicity kept her eyes glued to his bowtie, and he resisted the urge to gently press his lips to her forehead like he used to. He thought that she was just nervous, so he said, “Hey, you’ll be fine. I’m sure it’ll be great.”
She gave him a barely there smile in return.
Letting out a sigh, he could feel the words form at the tip of his tongue, his eyes softening. He felt her fingers pause as she folded down his collar, heard her breath hitch slightly, saw the way her eyes creased in sadness.
It was so slight that if she wasn’t in his space, he probably wouldn’t have noticed.
But he did.
And because she paused, he tensed, forcing himself to not say the words.
Felicity knew him, too. And because she knew him, she flinched.
He knew that she knew what he was going to say. They’ve said it countless times when they were together.
The words echoed around them. The two sentences were as loud as the silence between them. With silence between them, the air surrounding them became almost like a thick fog.
Her soft fingers brushed over the hair at the nape of his neck as she finished putting the silk fabric perfectly in place, but now Felicity steadfastly refused to look at him.
Oliver closed his eyes, and he felt the air around him shift before her hand was a feather light touch against his cheek. Daring to lean into her hand, he relished in her warmth, feeling her hand lightly trace his scruff. He slowly opened his eyes, breathing out her name, begging her to look at him.
When her eyes finally met his, time stopped, and he wondered if she still wanted to go back in time to how things were before.
“Oliver... please.”
As if that was the signal, they immediately looked away. Clearing his throat, he returned her clutch before taking a step away from her, letting her hand fall back down to her side. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” She replied just as softly.
Their gazes lingered on each other.
“A lot has changed in the last four years.”
“I never would have thought that we’d get here.” The look she gave him was indecipherable. Did she miss him? Did she still think about him? Did she regret divorcing him?
Oliver opened his mouth to ask... what? If they could try again? He fought the urge to tug his bowtie loose and ruin her hard work, suddenly feeling like it was choking him once more. What do you say to someone you’ve rarely seen in two years?
“Mrs. Queen?”
They both turned to look at the speaker - the guy with the clipboard. Oliver’s eyes darted to Felicity, her face suddenly pale. Her fingers turned white against her clutch.
A shot of protectiveness rose in Oliver. He had the irrational urge to grab the clipboard and hit him with it.His voice dropped to rival the tone of his voice modulator. “What do you want?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, Ms. Smoak.” The guy corrected himself as he fumbled for words, holding the clipboard like a shield to protect himself. He gulped nervously. “We... we’re starting shortly. Ms. Smoak needs to give her introductory speech, then you will give your acceptance speech.”
He nodded, silently telling him to leave. As the guy scurried away and stood by the side of the stage, he turned back to his ex-wife.
Felicity pointedly did not look at him. Her eyes were closed, and she was taking deep breaths. He could see her building up her walls, her public persona reappearing, her blue eyes hardening, like the past few minutes didn’t happen.
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“I’ll always protect you, Felicity.”
“That isn’t your decision.”
He sighed. They’ve had similar conversations before.
A wall stood between them once again. She didn’t look at him as she smoothed down her dress, picking off a piece of lint.
Oliver chastised himself. Things were going so well - as good as they could get, he supposed - and then he just had to ruin it.
“Ms. Smoak?” Someone called out. “If you could step this way.”
Before the divorce, he would have just stood there and watched her distance herself from him. He wouldn’t do that now.
She moved to get behind the curtain, but Oliver reached out, grabbing her elbow with a, “Felicity, wait.” He turned her so she was facing him, her eyes going wide with surprise. His ex-wife took a step towards him, like she instinctively wanted to get into his space, like she missed him as much as he missed her. But she pushed her clutch against his chest as if her mind caught up with what her body was telling her to do.
For a microsecond, he had the urge to kiss her, but he pushed it down. He cleared his throat, his eyes searching hers for a second.
“Make me look good.” Oliver finished.
She softened her gaze, her walls dropping just a little, and gave him a smile reminiscent of the old days, her fingers smoothing over his bowtie one last time. She pointedly glanced down at her handiwork before meeting his gaze once again, the barest hint of a smirk on her lips. “I believe I already did.”
Not even aware that he was doing it, Oliver’s fingers slid from her elbow up to her shoulder, and he watched as her eyes dilated, watched as her lips parted slightly. Her fingers lingered on the lapel of his suit as she took the smallest step towards him...
For that split second, he could have sworn that she leaned in closer, that she too felt that familiar zap of electricity between them.
Unbeknownst to them, a photographer stood a distance away, snapping their picture, forever freezing the moment.
In that blip of time, he imagined another world, one where they didn’t divorce. Maybe it would be one where he would place his hands on her waist and whisper something to her, making her face turn an adorable scarlet. Maybe she’d be carrying their child and he’d rub her swollen stomach. Maybe he’d kiss her sweetly before letting her go, keeping his grip on her hand for as long as humanly possible.
“Ms. Smoak, Mr. Queen,” Clipboard Guy said, giving them an annoyed look. “We’re starting.”
Oliver blinked, withdrawing his hand from her shoulder. They couldn’t go to that alternate universe, as much as he wanted them to.
“Yes, of course.” Almost like they were caught doing something illegal, she pushed away from Oliver like he had burned her. “Lead the way.” Turning back around, she straightened her shoulders, not looking back at him. Oliver could have sworn he heard her mutter something along the lines of, “Thank God for NDA’s or that would be plastered all over Starling’s Stars.”
Oliver remembered how much she hated the local tabloid segment. As she walked away, he refused to acknowledge the fact that he instantly missed her presence.
He followed a few feet behind her, curious as to what her speech would entail.
They both stopped at the edge of the stage, the blue and white curtain still keeping them from view. He wanted to whisper, ‘Good luck’, or run his hand up her back as a silent reminder that let her know that he believed in her.
For some reason, he held back.
The ex-wife of the honoree stepped in front of the curtain and walked up to the podium in the center of the stage, taking a second to adjust the microphone before she stared out into the audience.
Silence greeted her.
“Hello everyone. Good evening. For those of you who don’t know, I’m Felicity Smoak, CEO of Smoak Technologies. Oliver Queen is… he’s many things. He has many astonishing qualities.” She made a show of covering the microphone as she whispered into it. “Hold on. Am I really the best person to give this speech? He’s my ex.”
The crowd chuckled with laughter, and despite the slight pang in his chest, his lips curled into a smile. He shook his head. Only she could have the guts to do that.
“In addition to that, he’s a son, a brother, a f-”
Her voice barely wavered, but she cut herself off, turning her head to look back at him.
He knew what she was going to say.
Their gazes locked, both of their eyes reflecting the same emotion before Felicity tore hers away. She looked back at the crowd of fancy suits with black bowties and gorgeous gowns with matching heels, clearing her throat.
To everyone in the audience, she looked calm and collected, but he knew her better than almost anyone.
She put her hands behind her back, digging her perfectly manicured nails into her palms, fine tremors making their way up her arms.
“He’s a fantastic businessman. He has done so much for Starling, for the people of this city.”
He heard the way her voice grew slightly thick, like there was a tadpole stuck in her throat. He exhaled a shaky breath, looking away from his ex-wife to focus on his mother. Moira was looking at Felicity, a look that was a combination of sympathetic, sad, and proud.
“After five years on an island, he returned home to save his city, and that is exactly what he’s done. He has taken Queen Consolidated to new heights, and increased the economic impact of The Glades by opening a club in the very place his father built a factory.”
Felicity’s voice rang out, gaining strength.
“He doesn’t give up, he always finds another way, and those are only a few reasons why I consider him a hero.”
She paused as the crowd applauded.
Warmth for this woman enveloped him.
“I am extremely proud to see him grow into the man he has become, and there is no one I would rather present the Humanitarian of the Year Award to. The man who has saved this city: Oliver Queen.”
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One minute Oliver Queen is drowning his feelings in Big Belly while the love of his life moves on with another man, and the next, it's the year 2022, and suddenly not only is Palmer Technology back to belonging to a Queen, Oliver is also the mayor? also a father to three beautiful kids? and a husband???
What the hell is happening? And if this is a dream, how the hell does he make it come true?
teaser:
“Daddy!” The boy exclaimed, stood on the arm chair, wobbling a little and Oliver surged forward to catch him just in case, but the boy just brandished the documents he’d been vandalizing, showing off the red scribbles at the base of every page, “Look. I pretend to be momma.”
Momma.
With those glasses, and that smile, and using red to sign every document-
Almost as if summoned, the elevator- the official elevator, not the service one that was supposedly out-of-order- dinged, and the computerized voice unfailingly announced,
Felicity Queen Entering The Executive Floor.
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Chapters: 11/?
Fandom: Arrow (TV 2012)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Laurel Lance/Oliver Queen, Roy Harper/Thea Queen, Laurel Lance & Sara Lance, Laurel Lance & Quentin Lance & Sara Lance, Quentin Lance & Sara Lance, Oliver Queen & Thea Queen, Sara Lance & Thea Queen, Nyssa al Ghul & Laurel Lance, Tommy Merlyn/Joanna de la Vega
Characters: Oliver Queen, Laurel Lance, John Diggle, Felicity Smoak, Sara Lance, Thea Queen, Tommy Merlyn, Roy Harper, Nyssa al Ghul, Quentin Lance, Isabel Rochev, Slade Wilson, Moira Queen, Sebastian Blood
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Laurel and Oliver were Both on the Queen's Gambit, alternate season 2, Detective Sara Lance, Black Canary Laurel Lance - Freeform, More Well Adjusted Oliver Queen, Characters Allowed To Improve and At Least Begin To Move Beyond Their Trauma, Wow What A Concept!, Eventual Nyssa/Sara, More Character And Relationship Tags May Be Added, Canon-Typical Violence
Series: Part 2 of The Age of Superheroes
Summary:
One year has passed since Laurel Lance and Oliver Queen returned to Starling City, five years after the Queen's Gambit went down. Working at first alone, and then eventually with others, including Detective Sara Lance, the Black Canary and the Hood - now going by the title 'the Arrow' - fought to cure Starling City of it's ills, fought those who were poisoning it, on all levels - in the end, including Malcolm Merlyn and his Undertaking.
But with the Glades half-ruined, Queen Consolidated in a downward tailspin, and an old enemy lurking, will this next year be any better for Oliver, Laurel and even Starling City as a whole?
The Siege of Starling City has begun.
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Laurel wakes up in a hospital in Central City after watching the Star Labs Particle Accelerator explode, her voice strangely not working. There’s no medical reason for it, and yet, somehow, she just can’t talk? Why? What happened?
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#Lauriver#Laurel Lance#Oliver Queen#Arrow Fanfic#Arrow#My Fic#The Siege of Starling City#Black Canary#Canary Cry
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Hi! I already asked about this on your other blog but wanted to make sure that you got it so I am asking on here too. Is there anyway that you would repost Life behind the picture on ao3 or fanfiction.net? That fanfiction made me love olicity and I absolutely love reading it so it would mean alot if you would consider it.
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(sorry for all the responses 😅)
#arrow#oliver queen#felicity smoak#arrow fanfic#Olicity family fluff#William Clayton queen#Tommy queen#kit queen#rose queen#life behind the picture#olicity fanfic
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Arrow Fanfiction Rec Reposted
Here is my Arrow fanfiction rec! Most of these are a few years old, since it's been awhile since I've read any Arrow fanfic. But they are all still really good! This is reposted because I was having trouble with the formatting, so I ended up deleting the post and reposting it.
Past is Prologue
By: Naitch03
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10709156/1/Past-is-Prologue
Summary: We all have regrets. But one person now has the power to do something about it. 25 years in the future, Thea Queen, the Green Arrow, has gathered the most important people in her (and her brother's) lives from the past for one purpose- to change the past. Join them as they watch the first 2 years of Oliver's journey to become the first Green Arrow.
My Comments: This is one of my all time favorite Arrow fanfictions. It is a characters-watch-the-show fic, but the transcripts are written by Naitch himself. This fic is really well written and Naitch transcribes the show beautifully. I really love the “audiences” reactions and how they react to Oliver’s life. I really love the backstory set up of why they are there and the reasons too. It is also one of the few characters-watch-the-show fics that are actually completed. It only goes to season 2 of Arrow though, and then AU from there. At the time it was written season 3 was just coming out. But still highly recommend giving this one a read!!! Naitch does have two fics of this series posted on both AO3 and the full series posted on ff.net, so I will link both down below.
Status: Complete
Length (Past is Prologue): 612,578 words
Series: https://archiveofourown.org/series/155228
Sequels:
My Name Is; A Prelude to A Future Imperfect -- https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11689167/1/My-Name-Is-A-Prelude-to-A-Future-Imperfect
Sin; A Prelude to A Future Imperfect -- https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11795727/1/Sin-A-Prequel-to-A-Future-Imperfect
A Future Imperfect --https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12213340/1/A-Future-Imperfect
Heir Apparent
By: Stegro88
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11260290
Summary: Oliver Queen has returned to Starling City after being lost at sea for five years. And he doesn't return alone. Who is the woman with him? What happened to him while he was away?
My Comments: This fic is basically written about what could've happened if Sara and Oliver switched places, Oliver joining the League of Assassins, and Sara being recruited by ARGUS. Sara is only in 3 chapters, I think, but it's still a really good fic. I love the romance between Oliver and Nyssa. Not to mention the plot and the OCs are just amazing. This fic is cross-posted on AO3, but it only has the first 14 chapters, so if you want to read the complete fic, you have to go to ff.net.
Status: Incomplete
Last Update: 11/8/17
Length: 202,599 words
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13501330
Once More (From the Top)
By: WriteWithUrHeart
https://archiveofourown.org/works/3445124
Summary: In the aftermath of his fight with Ra's Al Ghul, Oliver finds himself somewhere unexpected: his hospital room when he first came back from the Island. --- With a second chance to right the mistakes he's made since coming back to Starling City, what will Oliver do to save the people he's loved and lost?
My Comments: This is a pretty good fic. I really love this fic, time travel has always been a favorite trope of mine, so this fic was a delight to find. I really love Oliver reassembling the team, and not to mention the friendship between Felicity and Tommy is awesome, something the show robbed us of. I would highly recommend it. There is one chapter in the second half that I absolutely LOVE!!! Do read!!! This fic is cross-posted on ff.net, so I’ll link that down below.
Status: Complete
Length: 202,284 words
Ff.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11077288/1/Once-More-From-the-Top
Forever is Composed of Nows
By: Bre & So_Caffeinated
https://archiveofourown.org/works/5626840
Summary: Sometime in the not-so-distant future, things aren't going all that well. At least, that's the story Oliver and Felicity are told when a supposed-time-traveler (and their friend, who should currently be in a coma, who is a supposed-superhero called The Flash) pops up in the lair with a toddler in tow.... who calls them "momma" and "daddy." The future isn't safe for her currently (or futurely, I guess), but her once and future parents haven't got a clue what to do with her in this time. Slade Wilson, however.... he might have his own agenda when he finds out his nemesis is apparently a father.
My Comments: A really great fic!!! I would HIGHLY recommend this fic! It truly is a work of art that I still read all the time. I love the romance between Oliver and Felicity too! I mean both of them are forced to confront the chemistry between them while at the same time trying to parent a 3 year old. Not to mention Sara was a total badass in this fic! And I love the relationship between Moira and Felicity, and (Spoiler) how it just does a 180 once Moira meets Ellie. The plot is to die for and definitely keeps you on the edge of your seat. This fic is part of a series, so I’ll link that down below. And it is also translated to Portuguese and French, and cross-posted on ff.net. So I’ll link that all down below.
Status: Complete
Length: 433,578 words
Series: https://archiveofourown.org/series/526984
Ff.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11711718/1/Forever-Is-Composed-Of-Nows
Ff.net French: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12815577/1/Forever-Is-Composed-Of-Nows-by-Bre-So-Caffeinated
Ff.net Portuguese: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11841229/1/Forever-is-Composed-of-Nows-o-Futuro-%C3%A9-Composto-de-Agoras
AO3 Portuguese: https://archiveofourown.org/works/6250495/chapters/14321623
Flashback
By: RubyCaspar
https://archiveofourown.org/works/2305022
Summary: Thanks to The Flash, some visitors from the future help give Oliver a new perspective on some things.
My Comments: A really great, short little time travel Olicity fic!! It's a nice quick read. I do recommend it! You won't regret it! This fic is cross-posted on ff.net, so I’ll link that down below.
Status: One Shot
Length: 6,203 words
Ff.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10687332/1/Flashback
He Deserves a Shot (at Being Happy)
By: ChronicOlicity
https://archiveofourown.org/works/7187378/chapters/16311917
Summary: Tommy Merlyn has spent most of his life being an expensive disappointment to his family, but now he's a part-owner of a semi-successful nightclub in the worst area of town (it's seriously looking up) alongside his best friend, who, after five years on a deserted island, decided to come back to be a freakin vigilante. It's a long story, one that's longer than Tommy wants to remember, but it took the Glades collapsing and the death of one of the best friends to get him officially done with being a troublemaker. Nothing interesting. Just running a nightclub, and trying not to get into any trouble. Oliver's been gone to god knows where for most of the summer, which means he's stuck being the big brother to the guy's snarky little sister, whose boyfriend "Ron" seems to be completely set on getting himself killed. An afternoon of test-driving Verdant's new cocktails gets interesting when Felicity Smoak and John Diggle show up asking (more) questions about where to find Oliver, and Tommy has to decide whether he wants to keep his new rule. Spoiler alert; he doesn't.
My Comments: This has to be one of the most funniest fics I've ever read. It's hysterical!!!! Tommy is slightly OOC, but god do you just fall in love with him. I also like ChronicOlicity’s take on season 2, and how it could have played out with Tommy still being alive. I also love the romance between Oliver and Felicity in this fic as well, it’s to die for!!! I would definitely give this one a read. Also as a side note this is one of the longest fanfics that I’ve ever read. And it literally only took me a couple of hours because I could just not put it down!! This is sort of cross-posted on ff.net, but the ff.net story only has the first chapter. So if you want to read the whole thing, you have to read it on AO3.
Status: Complete
Length: 505,272 words
Ff.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11998774/1/He-Deserves-A-Shot-At-Being-Happy
To Embrace
By: Kiko-Butt
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11576452
Summary: She was too stubborn to embrace death, that was how Thea Queen found herself staring at her 16 year old reflection. Hopefully her stubbornness would come in handy once her brother returned to Star City, or Starling City. That name change was hard enough to get used to once, now she had to do it all over again.
My Comments: This is a really good time travel fic. It's the first one I've read that's Thea-based though. I do really like it though. I love how it talks about things before Oliver returns. I'm pretty sure it's been abandoned, which is a shame because it was really going places. I would still recommend reading it.
Status: Incomplete
Last Updated: 10/22/16
Length: 31,350 words
The Arrow and the Canary
By: NinjaRiderWriter
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11296587/1/The-Arrow-and-the-Canary
Summary: Oliver and Sara Lance have returned to Starling City after defeating Ivo with Slade and Shado. They have directed themselves on the path left by Robert Queen for his son to right their family's wrongs. Armed with a list of names, the two set forth to bring down the wicked. Together, alongside their allies, they strive to make Starling City safe from those who wish it harm.
My Comments: So this is actually a sequel to another fanfiction. Although you don't really need to read it to read this one. All you really need to know is that Ivo shot Oliver instead of Shado, he died, and when Slade arrived he injected Oliver with the mirakuru to bring him back. This is a pretty good fic that I really enjoy. I have to admit that Oliver having the mirakuru kind of put me off at first, but the author manages to make it work. I also like how the author shows the differences between Sara and Oliver's methods as well. I would recommend reading this fic. This fic is not on AO3, but the prequel is, so I’ll link that down below.
Status: Incomplete
Last Updated: 7/11/18
Length: 52,925 words
Prequel: The Choices That We Make -- https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10121682/1/The-Choices-That-We-Make
Prequel AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12936939/chapters/29566158
Technical Assistance
By: ThatMasquedGirl
https://archiveofourown.org/works/1359190
Summary: Felicity Smoak swore she'd provide technical assistance to all who need it. She's just not sure she's prepared for her newest client.
My Comments: So this is basically a what if Oliver came to her as the Hood for help instead as Oliver Queen. It's actually really really good, and very well written. I love Masqued’s version of season one. And how the romance builds between both Felicity and Oliver and Felicity and “The Hood.” Felicity’s backstory is a bit different in this, but I actually kind of liked it more than her ‘origin story’ in the show. The only thing is that this fic can only be read by AO3 members, so you have to have an account to read it. I'd highly, highly recommend it!! Also there are way too many sequels, or outtakes is what they really are, for me to link in, so instead I'm just going to link the entire series instead. ThatMasquedGirl also has this story published on fanfiction.net as well. So I’ll link that site down below as well.
Status: Complete
Length: 250,191 words
Series: https://archiveofourown.org/series/101762
Ff.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10211764/1/Technical-Assistance
To Hell and Back
By: Nyame
https://archiveofourown.org/works/12961884
Summary: Oliver Queen was sixteen years old when he washed up on Lian Yu. Barry Allen was 14 when he washed up. And Kara Zor-El was 12 when she landed on Lian Yu with her baby cousin Kal. Together they fight to survive the harsh reality that they are all facing together.
My Comments: I have to say that the summary above (which I wrote) does not even come close to doing this fic justice. Now this fic still keeps the basic backstories for all the characters (except Oliver's). Kara's world still explodes. Barry's mom is still killed by the Reverse. Only difference is that Robert wasn't on the Gambit, only Oliver was. Also since Oliver was still in high school, he and Laurel never get together (they do later on in the fic). Also what I didn't put in the summary was that they follow Sara Lance's island adventures rather than Oliver's, so the trio winds up in Nanda Parbat rather than with Argus. Now also this fic is not centered on the island times, but rather on afterwards, when they arrive back in Starling. This is truly one of my most favorite fics and I HIGHLY recommend it. You won't regret it. Also this fic is cross-posted on ff.net, so I’ll link that down below. This fic also has a TV Tropes page, so that’ll be down below as well.
Status: Incomplete
Last Update: 9/15/23
Length: 488,006 words
Ff.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12762758/1/To-Hell-and-Back
TV Tropes Page: https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Fanfic/ToHellAndBackArrowverse
What's a Little History (Between You and I)
By: Sarcastic_Fina
https://archiveofourown.org/works/1184075
Summary: In the wake of the Undertaking, Felicity returns to Starling City when her brother Tommy is severely injured. and soon finds her world turned completely upside down.
My Comments: This fic is based on the premise of Felicity being Tommy's younger sister. I have to say I really love the backstory that Fina has set up for this premise. I've read a couple other fics with this same trope but none have even come close to pulling it off as well as Fina did. The only thing I wish for is that Fina would've explained how Season 1 would've worked without Felicity, since she was, you know, vital to dismantling the machine. But other than that I have to give this one a 10/10.
Status: Incomplete
Last Update: 2/11/17
Length: 72,802 words
Ff.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10108422/1/what-s-a-little-history-between-you-and-I
I Took a Wrong Turn Somewhere (And Somehow Ended Up Here)
By: LadyChi
https://archiveofourown.org/works/1107700
Summary: Felicity Smoak made one mistake in her whole life, and his name was Oliver Queen. They had one night together, and then the Queen's Gambit went down. Then she found herself crying in a dormitory bathroom, hoping what she knew down to her bones to be true was a lie...
My Comments: So the basic premise of this fic is Felicity and Oliver hookup before the Gambit, and Felicity ends up getting pregnant from it. And God, do I think the author managed to pull it off. I have to say that the thing I loved most about this is how it showed all the dynamics of everything. And I also really enjoyed Lady Chi's take on season one of Arrow. The author didn't really leave off at a cliffhanger, but even so it still leaves me aching for more. I do think that even though this is discontinued, it is still worth your time!
Status: Incomplete
Last Update: 12/20/2014
Length: 100,828 words
Telling People Series
By: Sec982
https://archiveofourown.org/series/1987759
Summary: Oliver and Felicity have been dating in secret, but when they get engaged they know they’re going to have to start telling people. They know though that Tommy, Felicity’s older brother and Oliver’s best friend, won’t take it well.
My Comments: The summary up above is from the first fic in this series. I have to say that this is a delightful read. I’ve been reading and rereading this series all week, and god is it wonderful. This series takes place in an alternate universe where the island never happened, and Felicity is Malcom Merlyn’s daughter and Tommy’s younger sister. Trust me you will fall in love with this series and how the author portrays the characters.
Status: Complete
Length (Whole Series): 148,363 words
Was It Ever Real
By: MindRamblings
https://archiveofourown.org/works/8424898
Summary: ARGUS Agent Oliver Queen is given one last mission. He has to go undercover and get close to a member of the Bratva’s daughter: Felicity Smoak. Complications arise, however, when he finds himself falling for her. Will he be able to stay focused on the job or blur the lines?
My Comments: This is an absolute delight of a fic! It has just about everything you could want from a fic like this. I love the romance between Oliver and Felicity and the drama I’m just a sucker for. I highly recommend this fic!
Status: Complete
Length: 96,761 words
Mix Tape: Side A
https://archiveofourown.org/works/2681957
By: KayleeThePete
Summary: Felicity ends up making a few less that clean hacks after Cooper’s supposed death and ends up being coerced into working for ARGUS, and Amanda Waller has the perfect partner for her…
My Comments: This fic is set during year three of the island, where Felicity is there for Hong Kong and she’s paired up with Oliver working for ARGUS. I have to say that I fell in love with this fic. Year three was always my favorite part of the island. And I love secret agent Oliver as well. Even though there are only five chapters (6th is an author’s note) this fic is to die for. Kaylee is doing a rewrite of this fic, of which there is only one chapter, but even so I’ll link it down below. Also for the word count, I subtracted the author’s note from the one AO3 has, so that’s why it’s different. Also Kaylee has both the original and repeat posted on ff.net, so I’ll link those down below
Status: Incomplete
Last Update (Rewrite): 2/2/20
Length (Original): 22,986 words
Rewrite: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22532464
Ff.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10854075/1/Mixed-Tape-Side-A-see-AN
Ff.net Rewrite: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13491817/1/Mixed-Tape-Side-A
Eyes on Fire
By: Bindy417
https://archiveofourown.org/works/4949116
Summary: Felicity Smoak never wanted to be a member of the cyber-terrorist group Brother Eye. For five years she’s been searching for a way out with no success. When Felicity hears rumors of The Arrow, the dark and dangerous Starling City vigilante, she knows she’s finally found her salvation. Determined, Felicity seeks out The Arrow. What she discovers is a world beyond anything she could’ve imagined and a hero who may just need saving too.
My Comments: I can’t believe I haven’t recommended this fic before. This is an old favorite of mine that I found a couple of years ago. This AU is just amazing, and the romance between Oliver and Felicity is just to die for. Not to mention the mystery and suspense just have you on the edge of your seat. I’d highly recommend giving this one a shot. Trust me when I tell you, that you’ll end up just blowing through it in one sitting like I did. This fic is cross-posted on ff.net, so I’ll link that down below.
Status: Complete
Length: 160,715 words
Ff.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11512441/1/Eyes-on-Fire
Crossover
Marvel
It Runs in the Family
By: Dettiot
https://archiveofourown.org/works/3855727
Summary: Felicity Stark is the best of her parents. But becoming vice president of a brand new division of Stark Industries and moving to Starling City will test her in ways she never thought possible. Especially when a masked vigilante in green leather crosses her path.
My Comments: This has to be one of my favorite Arrow crossovers. I find that they really nail all of the Marvel and Arrow characters. I also love how they showed Felicity's relationship with Pepper and Tony. I highly recommend reading this fanfic. Trust me you will love it!!! Also there are two sequels, but instead of linking both in, I'm just going to link the series down below. Also this was cross-posted on ff.net, so I’ll link that down below as well.
Status: Complete
Length: 82,118 words
Series: https://archiveofourown.org/series/586165
Ff.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11220643/1/It-Runs-in-the-Family
#oliver queen#arrow#fanfiction#fanfic#arrow fanfiction#arrow fanfic#thea queen#barry allen#john diggle#felicity smoak#olicity#kara danvers#moira queen
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Oliver: You know, if you squint really hard, he looks pretty hot.
Bruce: Who are you talking about?
Oliver: That reporter right there. From the Daily Market. Clock Bent.
Bruce: You mean Clark Kent.
Oliver: Yeah, that’s what I said. He’s tall and has good, strong shoulders. Nice butt. I can soooo tap that. Shame he hides that hot bod under that ugly suit.
Bruce: …Hey Ollie, be a dear and hand me that glass of wine, will you?
Oliver steps forward to grab a glass of wine off the tray carried by a passing waiter. Unfortunately, he trips and crashes into the waiter, spilling wine all over himself. People around him quickly scramble to help him up. Clark wanders over.
Clark: I saw what you did, Bruce. You shouldn’t have done that, Ollie was drunk.
Bruce: [sulkily] Well he deserved it.
#jealous bruce#is a petty bruce#dc headcanon#incorrect dc quotes#dc fanfic#drabble#text post#dc#superbat#superman x batman#batman x superman#superman/batman#batman/superman#superman#batman#clark kent#bruce wayne#oliver queen#green arrow
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Oliver and Bruce should act like this actually
#oliver and roy need to be the most antagonistic motherfuckers to walk on earth#oliver when roy calls him a bad guardian for the 100th time: listen even IF you get mad even if you get offended - SO?#what you gonna do? cause i can guarantee you can't beat me up.#oliver queen#green arrow#bruce wayne#batman#fanfic#dc#dc comics#text
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Fuck, Marry ,Kill. A game that the Justice League, Outlaws and some of the original Titans will never play again - Part 1
Masterlist of fics
Part 2
Summary: Almost the entire hero community know each other's identities. The only group that remains a mystery are the bats. Most know that they're based out of Gotham and they're a team. That's about it - Clark wants the team to play a game for a team bonding exercise, Hal choses FMK, and Batman hates everything.
Clark had been insisting that they needed to do some ‘team bonding’. A waste of time if you asked Bruce, but of course, no one asked him. The founding members of the team sat around the table. No one had a mask on except for Batman, who still hadn’t revealed his identity to anyone.
“So I was thinking, we could do a game or something. You know, one of those where we go around, answering questions or something like that,” Clark sat at the head of the table, smiling at everyone. The grin on Hal’s face could mean nothing good as he leaned against the table, “Let’s play Fuck, Marry, Kill.”
"Excuse me?” Clark frowned, looking confused. Snorting, Oliver said, “What? Are we in middle school?” ”Come on, it’ll be fun.” Barry seems to agree with Hal, wanting to play the game. “I do not understand, what is the premise of this game?” J’onn asked. “So someone will say three names, and everyone will go around the room, saying which of the three people they’d fuck, who they’d marry, and who they’d kill.” “But what if I do not want to kill anyone?” ”Don’t worry J’onn, you don’t have to do anything with the people, it’s fake, just a fun game.”
To Bruce’s horror, everyone seemed to agree to play the game. Pushing against the table he stood up. He will not sit through this. “Batman, this is mandatory for the team,” Clark stopped him. Bruce reminded himself that they were allies. His children wanted him to make friends with the Justice League members. They seemed to think he had no friends. He grunted as he sat back down.
“So we do this with random people?” Diana questioned, seeming into the idea of the game. “Yeah, but I think we should do famous people,” Hal looked very pleased with himself. “Ok, first let’s start off easy. Chris Evans, Jennifer Lawrence and Idris Elba.” ”Oh fuck Idris Elba. Without a doubt.” Dinah said quickly, no hesitation in her voice. “Then marry Chris Evans and I guess I’d have to kill Jennifer Lawrence.” “Gonna have to agree with you on that one, pretty bird,” Oliver nodded his head, a light smile on his face. Clark seemed to really be thinking about it, “If I’d have to, I guess I’d have sex with Chris Evans, marry Idris Elba, and yeah, kill Jennifer Lawrence. So sorry to her.”
“I’m not familiar with those people, could I see a photo of them?” Barry quickly pulled out his phone, searching up each person and showing Diana the photos. “I would fuck this Idris Elba, marry Jennifer Lawrence and kill Chris Evans.” Barry spoke next, “Yeah, I’m going to go with Dinah’s one. Fuck Idris Elba, marry Chris Evans and kill Jennifer Lawrence.” Hal still had that stupid grin on his face, “Fuck Jennifer Lawrence, marry Idris Elba and kill Chris Evans. What about you spooky? Who’d you fuck?” ”I am not playing this juvenile game. I will stay for the team bonding but do not expect me to partake.” Bruce knew way too many celebrities to join in on this game. He was friends with so many of them. So was Oliver, how could he do it?
Barry had a thought that instantly brought a smile to his face, “Ok, billionaire edition. Lex Luthor, Pavel Durov and Bruce Wayne. For me, I’d definitely marry Bruce Wayne. He is so fine and it can’t hurt to be with someone that rich. Kill Lex Luthor without a doubt and fuck Pavel I guess.” Could Bruce call Jason to come and shoot him? Maybe Oliver would stab him if he asked nicely. Diana nodded in agreement, “Bruce Wayne is an attractive man. I would marry him too, fuck this Pavel Durov and kill Luthor.” Maybe Bruce could break one of the windows and jump out. The emptiness of space would be better than this conversation.
“I have done a few interviews with Bruce, he is a good man. His looks are quite impressive and he is one of the richest men on the planet. He uses his money for good, I’d definitely marry him. Um, I do not know much about Pavel Durov, and definitely kill Lex.” Clark seems to have put thought into his answer. Bruce would rather be fighting all of his rogues simultaneously than being a part of this conversation. J’onn spoke, “Yes, I have heard of Bruce Wayne. He is quite an honourable man. I too would marry him, and kill Lex Luthor.” When Oliver started speaking, Bruce rolled his eyes behind his mask. “Brucie is a friend, we’ve known each other since we were kids. I don’t think he’s marriage material though, he has too many kids. I’d fuck him. Kill Luthor, marry the other guy.”
“Sorry babe,” Dinah put her arm on Oliver’s arm as she spoke, “but I would definitely marry Bruce Wayne. There’s just something about him, did you see that recent beach photoshoot? He’s really in shape. Obviously I’d kill Lex.” He could pull out a batarang and stab himself. That seems like a good option. Hal shot up in his seat, “Oh Bruce Wayne, the love of my life. That man is so hot. Marry him because that way we could fuck anytime we’d want to. Fuck Pavel Durov and obviously kill Luthor.”
Bruce cannot do this. Secret identity be dammed, he could not sit through this anymore. He pushed his seat back again which unfortunately attracted everyones attention. Hal once again speaking to him, asked, “I know you said you’re not playing but as a Gothamite, who’s saved Bruce Wayne many times, any comment about how attractive he really is?” Bruce looked right at Hal, staying in his seat. He reached up and slowly removed his cowl. Oliver let out a soft “Oh my gosh”, everyone stared in shock. Hal screamed.
Fuck, Marry ,Kill. A game that the Justice League, Outlaws and some of the original Titans will never play again.
This is an old-ish fic so ignore the errors and bad grammar. I promise I've improved. Not that this i bad (I still enjoy rereading it) but I can do better now.
Likes and Reblogs are greatly appreciated :)
#bruce wayne#batman#superman#clark kent#diana prince#wonder woman#hal jordan#green lantern#barry allen#the flash#jonn jonzz#martian manhunter#dinah lance#black canary#oliver queen#green arrow#dc#justice league#justice league fic#justice league fanfic#batman fanfic#batman fanfiction#fuck marry kill#q's writing
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Even electricity can't compare to what I feel -when I'm with you
Anthem of the Angels | @darknightfrombeyond
→ Oliver and Amelia Queen
#ocappreciation#edit: mine#edit: for others#darknightfrombeyond#arrow fanfic#anthem of the angels#hope you like it ^__^
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soulmate AUs are cringey blah blah blah, Roy Harper/Jason Todd soulmate au where they don't meet until they're older but a teen Roy gets up in the night to shake Ollie awake because he felt his soulmate die
#jason FEELING all the clone shit and death and rebirth like ugh something's up#roy getting along with Jason as they run the company together and live together but he can't help feel guilty cause he's a 'widow'#jason todd#roy harper#green arrow#batman#red hood#arsenal#batfam#fanfic#soulmate au#speedy#dc
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Against Company Policy: Chapter 1
In Her Office, 5:35 P.M.
Felicity could feel her blood boil when he leaned against the door to her office, glaring at her because she was glaring at him because he was the one who took the credit for a project she and her team had been working on for the past month. A project that they put in countless hours of work in. A project where the only time he showed up was when they were practicing the presentation for the past week.
He didn’t know much - if anything - about IT, but he was a quick study, picking up what Barry and Cisco told him and explaining it to the head of Wayne Enterprises’ IT Department in a way that impressed even her. She thought about complimenting him after the presentation, but then she remembered he was an asshole.
An asshole who should not have taken all the damn credit.
“Do you want me to shut the door?” He asked, a stupid smirk on his stupid face. “Or do you want the entire floor hear you scream my name? Because you look angry.”
They just got back from the presentation, and she was seething. Felicity tuned him out, focusing on the next project in the never ending list of projects in the IT Department.
“Shut the door it is, then.” Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him casually nudge the door close with his foot, and lock it before turning to her.
“Hey!” She stood, placing her hands flat against her desk. “I told you a thousand times. Unlock the door, Queen.”
“Why, Smoak?” He crossed his arms, making no move to do what she demanded. He was really pushing her buttons today. Granted, he pushed her buttons since the second they met, but today he was on an entirely new level. “I’m not going to do anything to you! You always act like I just killed somebody and you found me at the scene of the crime!”
“Maybe if you stopped treating people below you like shit, I wouldn’t have to!” She snapped at him before closing her eyes. A headache started to form and she sighed, wanting him to listen to her just once. She continued, turning on her Loud Voice, something Barry and Cisco patented when some idiot thought they could try to hack her computer. “You’re in my office! This space is mine. That means you listen to me when I tell you to do something.”
“You got it all wrong, Smoak.” He huffed out a sardonic laugh before he approached her desk.
She opened her mouth to speak but he slashed his hand through the air, silencing her.
Queen’s eyes narrowed. “You listen to me when you’re on company property.” The humor in his eyes turned dark, and his smile curved into a sneer. The change was startling. “I am your boss, Smoak. That means you listen to what I tell you. So listen to me when I tell you not to leave me out of another project like that again.”
Her boss fucking pissed her off.
Maybe he was right for locking the door, because she was considering all the ways she could kill him while making it look like an accident.
Not that she knew any.
“You think I didn’t include you?!” She asked in an incredulous whisper as she shifted her hands closer to his, getting in his space. Her heart beat a little faster when she noticed that he let her, when he didn’t pull away or back off. “You’re the one who ignored all the e-mails I sent for the past month until your father said you had to lead the presentation in front of Wayne Enterprises!”
He only asked for updates. He didn’t come by and visit them. He just stayed holed up in his office and only came out when it was necessary. He didn’t ask them how their weekends were, or offer any help whatsoever. He wasn’t friendly or anything else that resembled a compliment.
Needless to say, she was fed up with him.
His eyes blazed, and she was close enough to notice the flecks of gray in his blue eyes. She grit her teeth at that observation, taking a breath through her nose, which made her notice how much she liked his cologne. No. He smelled like... like... a pig. An egotistical pigheaded, smelly... pig.
“I’m a smelly pig?” He asked, his voice full of amusement.
Her eyes shot open. “No!” She cringed at herself. This wasn’t the first time she said something embarrassing around him, and she hoped this would be the last. “Yes. You are. You smell really ...bad.” She finished lamely.
He laughed, and if she wasn’t so angry at him she would have noticed how much she liked his laugh. But she was angry, and in this moment his laugh sounded like nails on a chalkboard.
“What does it matter to you, anyway? I rocked that presentation. I made you guys look good.” He said with a confident smile on his face.
She couldn’t deny that he was a great presenter. He had that air about him that instantly drew people in. A way that commanded the room, where everyone looked to him to lead. They respected him for the amazing leader he portrayed himself to be. One Wayne department head had even complimented on his ability to run a good team, forcing herself to hold her tongue. It wasn’t flashy like when Ray presented with all his gadgets and fancy toys. The way that Oliver presented was charismatic. Charming. From the heart.
His presentation skills were the only part of Queen that she tolerated. Or barely tolerated. Because he was a douchebag when he wasn’t being his charming self.
She wondered what the real Oliver Queen was like.
“I don’t need you to make me look good.” She retorted, ignoring the way his eyes flitted down her body. “My work- the work that my team put out- speaks for itself. Yes, your presentation skills helped. But I know with the numbers we proved, their security system will be as protected as Fort Knox. Not as secure if I was the one hacking into a government system - not that I would! I would never do something like that. What I’m trying to say is I know Wayne Enterprises would be stupid not to pick QC.”
Was she gloating right now? Yes, but she was too annoyed at the idiot in front of her to care. Her team - Barry, Cisco, and Caitlin - did an amazing job getting the project finished the past month, and she believed in them. She hated how he stole all their hard work.
“What other work do you put out, Smoak?” He leaned closer. So close that they were almost nose to nose over her desk, his eyes penetrating into hers. Just a little bit more and she could finally kiss him and trace her fingers along his stubble.
Wait. No.
Why did she have the sudden urge to grab his tie and wrap it around one of her hands? She shut her eyes to break their connection.
Out of sight, out of mind, right?
“You’re unbelievable.” She muttered, shaking her head as she sat back in her chair and shook her mouse, opening her email. She inwardly groaned at seeing another email from Ray Palmer about doing another team up. Knowing he was about to say some other snarky comment, she moved to dismiss him. “Is there anything else you wanted, Queen? I have a lot more important things to do.”
“In fact, Smoak, yes.” He tilted his head, studying her, his voice taking on a tone she never heard from him before. It made her want to listen to him. “I’ve been noticing things. You not so subtly checking me out last week during that meeting with R and D, you tracking my every move when I stand up from my chair, your slightly inappropriate comments about my body - which I always let slide by the way. Do you want me?”
Hell no. It took every ounce of willpower for her to continue reading another email some business executive on the third floor had about a virus getting into his computer.
That was exactly what she wanted.
Without meaning to, she met his eyes. He looked intrigued, leaning down over her desk with a raised eyebrow, seemingly not caring that he was wrinkling his dress shirt and jacket. His voice dropped even lower, becoming... husky. “Have you imagined me calling you to my office, or me pulling you into the supply closet?”
Felicity swallowed, both at his words and at the sudden desire in his eyes. She felt warmth flow through her as the fantasies started, imagining them in every situation he outlined.
She had a very, very vivid imagination.
Frantically getting on her knees before him at his desk, lust making her fingers shake as she would pop open the button of his pants and pull down the zipper, freeing his erection as he’d shove his hands in her ponytail...
There was something...
Queen crowding her against the shelf, paper and boxes of red pens falling to the ground with a crash, something digging almost painfully into her lower back, but she would ignore it, because his mouth would be on her breast and his fingers would be inside her and nothing else would matter except the way he made her feel...
An email...
She froze, her face inches from his, feeling the way his breaths ghosted over her, a wisp of her hair tickling the side of her neck, smelling the coffee he drank - how he always drank it black she had no idea - but God. The way it mixed with his cologne was intoxicating.
Fuck me.
Suddenly, Felicity became aware of everything. Her glasses fogging up because of their close proximity, her desk pressing uncomfortably against her middle, the silk of his tie wrapped around her hand - when the hell did that happen? She jerked away like she had just been electrocuted, dropping his tie. She stood and went around her desk, the small office suddenly becoming stifling, needing to get as far away from him as possible.
And to go back to work.
The door was her only road to freedom.
She did not want him. She hated him with every fiber of her being. Ice flooded her veins when she realized that she was reminding herself of that. Like she was trying to convince herself that she didn’t feel something toward her boss.
Her hand trembled as she reached the doorknob, trying to flick open the lock, but her hands were slick with perspiration. His heated stare burned a hole at her back. How she knew he was staring at her, she didn’t know. Even though her eyes were pinned on the doorknob, she was aware of him.
And that scared her. She shouldn’t be able to sense his gaze on her.
“Felicity.”
Tense shoulders flinched when she heard her first name. He never called her that. Ever. He always, always called her by her last name.
He said her first name like he was sorry. Like he regretted taking the credit and pulling the rug right out from under her. But there was no way. That wasn’t who Queen was. He wasn’t that person, not to her.
People never changed.
Cooper taught her that lesson well.
He took. He stole. He never gave. Felicity knew that it would be a cold, freezing day in hell when Queen would do a favor for her without asking for anything in return.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you!” He commanded, striding over to her and turning her around, slamming her back against the door.
She gasped at the rough treatment, suddenly realizing she was lost in her thoughts ever since he asked her if she wanted him. Felicity swallowed when he got in her personal space, her wide blue eyes traveling up his tall frame. He braced one hand against the door beside her head. She straightened her back in defiance and tried to push against his shoulders. “Get off of me.” She snarled.
“You’re cute when you’re angry, Smoak.” He chuckled like her words amused him, notching her anger up another level. For a millisecond, she saw a smile- a true smile - cross his features before it turned into a smirk.
“Then I should be drop dead gorgeous to you right about now.” She spat, trying to use more force but he didn’t budge, and a cold feeling trickled into her chest when she realized she liked the fact that he didn’t move, that he leaned the slightest bit closer to her.
She shouldn’t like it.
“Trust me,” His eyes stared straight through her, making her feel things she shouldn’t be feeling. “You look downright fuckable right now.”
Excitement burst through her.
Oh no.
She was not turned on by the way he said that. With his voice going in that dark pitch that it usually went into when he was frustrated.
The urge to kiss him again nearly overpowered her, and Felicity forced herself to focus and think past the definitely not safe for work thoughts running through her mind. Because they were at work. Certain things couldn’t happen at work.
He… he was pushing her. That was it. He was challenging her. Daring her to do something she undoubtedly did not want to do. To do something neither of them wanted to do. Because they hated each other. He was her arch enemy.
People who hated each other did not want to get in each other’s pants. That was a fact, and she knew it from... what she was feeling right now. And... and from every movie where the only emotion people felt each other was hate.
She couldn’t think of a movie, but she knew there was one. There had to be one out there somewhere. Even a short film online. Or even a news article. Or a book. Finding one would be simple because it happened to everyone. Everyone had to have an arch enemy, that was a fact.
She trusted facts like she trusted computers. They were proven. And she had to prove to herself that she did not want to sleep with Oliver Queen.
“I don’t want anything to do with you.” Why did her voice come out shaky?
“Too bad.” He pressed her closer to the door, his front brushing against hers, sending fire burning to her core. “We both know you want me to.”
How dare he? He didn’t know a thing about her. “No, I don't.” She shoved against him, digging her nails into his gray suit jacket, causing a dark look to fall over his features. Her frustration spiked when he still didn’t move, his large rough hands harshly digging into her hips, causing her to hiss out a low pitched “Ow”.
“Then why aren’t you stopping me, Smoak?” He whispered, moving his hands up her sides, his thumbs brushing against her breasts. Her eyes slipped shut at his feather light touch, not willing to acknowledge that she was getting wet. She took in a shaky breath, breathing it out sharply through her nose. She could feel his breath against her neck, his nose brushing over her jaw as he spoke. “I think you want me to touch you.”
No. She absolutely did not want his hands anywhere near her. Or on her.
“Fuck you, Queen.” She growled, one hand on his bicep - and wow his muscles felt amazing. Her leg shifted around his to move away from him, but he just brushed his knee along her skirt between her legs.
“So you have imagined us.” She could feel his smirk against her jaw, his growing hardness against her lower stomach. “What did you imagine? Fucking you right against your desk?”
Without meaning to, she pictured him doing just that, her breaths becoming heavy as her knees gave way the slightest bit, his knee grazing her inner thigh through her skirt.
Stop it. You don’t want him to do that.
His other hand snaked up her neck, holding her ponytail in a tight fist, making her eyes water slightly at the pain. “Or maybe... you powerless, completely at my mercy as I do whatever I want because I’m your boss, forcing you to cover your mouth because you’re too damn loud...”
Oh God...
He was everywhere. Soft lips ghosted over her ear, a shudder wracking her body as he spoke. She fought to breathe as his hand trailed down her waist, gripping the leg that was wrapped around his. She had to clench her jaw to hold back a soft whine as she allowed herself to fantasize... about them.
She needed him more than she needed to breathe.
Her resolve lasted for the next half a second before he kissed her. His kiss was rough and bruising, his beard scratching at her jaw as he deepened it. She whimpered when he tugged at her ponytail, making her arch against him, pressing her chest against his. She bit at his lower lip in response, causing him to draw back sharply with a curse.
They glared at each other, the air between them electrifying.
She should have left him right then and there. She should have reached for the doorknob and ignored him for the rest of her tenure at Queen Consolidated.
Felicity should not have held his stare and met the challenging look in his darkening blue eyes with her own.
All it took was one look for everything to change.
She had no idea who moved first, but they rushed towards each other, their lips meeting messily, her lipstick smudging, his hands going for the buttons of her blouse and hers pushing his jacket off his shoulders.
Goosebumps emerged on her exposed skin as he threw her blouse somewhere behind him. If possible the kiss became even more heated as he grabbed her ponytail again and turned them around. She couldn’t do anything except follow his lead, her hands tangling in his hair and pulling on it as hard as he was grabbing hers.
Felicity felt a sick sense of pride fill her when he groaned against her lips at the pain. She followed as he walked her backwards, breaking away from the kiss, the need for oxygen becoming too great when the back of her thighs hit her desk.
“I need...” she started, but she couldn’t bring herself to finish the sentence. She gasped when he rubbed the bulge in his pants against her. “I...” Felicity clutched his shirt in tight fists and pulled him even closer, needing to feel him where she needed him to be.
Actions speak louder than words, right?
He pushed her on the edge of her desk- something falling down with a clatter - as a leg wrapped around his waist, a breathy cry that sounded a lot like his name spilling past her lips when she felt him through her panties. Her hips rose to meet his, a hand wrapping around his tie and pulling him down, bringing his lips to hers in a searing kiss she felt in her bones. She couldn’t hold back her moan when he shifted, rubbing against that spot.
“Yes! Ohh...” A hand shot out, flailing for purchase. Things fell to the ground, things she didn’t care about. The only thing she cared about was him and the pleasure only he could take her to.
This is wrong.
The thought crept in through the pleasure, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. Not when he hiked her skirt up her waist and pulled her panties down her legs. Not when he undid his pants and boxers and shoved them to his knees before thrusting inside her with a punishing rhythm. Not when she fell back against her desk as he brought her higher and higher - but he was too fast, too hard, and she couldn’t do anything except feel. Not when they both came apart in each other’s arms.
She didn’t care then.
She didn’t meet his eyes as he straightened and as she slowly sat up. He didn’t kiss her sweetly or whisper sweet nothings in her ear. He didn’t try to smooth out the wrinkles of her black pencil skirt, and she didn’t help zip up his pants and do his belt.
That would come later.
Now? The silence between them was suffocating her. She flinched when he turned away, the sound of the zipper closing sounding so much louder than it really was. Feeling like she couldn’t breathe, she slid off her desk. She didn’t look at him as she pulled up her underwear, feeling the ache between her legs as she straightened her skirt and fixed her ponytail.
Finding her blouse on her chair, she put it on and buttoned it as he adjusted his tie and shrugged on his jacket.
Neither said a word to each other when they picked up the things that were knocked to the floor - her phone, a picture of her and her mom, pens, and pencils, and her stapler. Queen for once, didn’t have a snarky comment to say as she pushed past him and left without a second glance.
Felicity cared, but she tried to push it down. She tried not to feel it, refusing to dwell on it and the consequences that would surely follow.
She walked outside her office and to the elevator, praying no one would stop her or notice her. She felt like everyone was staring at her, like they knew. Like they could see her smudged lipstick, her flushed cheeks, her wrinkled skirt. Felicity felt like a big neon sign was pointing at her saying ‘I just fucked my boss!’
Why did she do that? Shame filled her, threatening to swallow her whole. Stupid. She was so, so stupid. Worst case scenarios played through her mind, making her entire body tense. Someone heard them. She was going to be reported to HR. She was going to kiss her job goodbye because she more than kissed her boss.
“Felicity.”
It took a second for her to recognize and dread the voice that called her name.
Out of all the people who had to show up at the office right now, why him?
Frantically, she wiped at the side of her mouth to get rid of any lipstick smudges. Forcing a smile to her face, she turned around, reaching the elevators, trying to calm her racing heart. “Ray Palmer of Palmer Tech. How are you?”
“I’m grand. Happy even.” He was well-built. Muscular. Easy going. Made her laugh more times than she could count. “You look like you should be too.”
What? Did Ray know? Could he tell? Was she that obvious? Felicity forced out a nervous laugh that sounded downright crazy in her mind. “What makes you say that?”
A look of confusion passed over his handsome features. “I heard some whispers floating around about your presentation with Wayne Enterprises just over an hour ago.”
“What?” She was with Queen for an hour?
He tilted his head at her reaction, seeing her wide-eyed expression. “I... take it you haven’t heard anything yet?”
“Oh.” Shame and anger filled her. She should have been celebrating with her team. “I’ve been... There was a... thing that should not have happened, but... it happened.”
Ray’s grin softened. “You don’t have to explain yourself. I know all about keeping company things private, especially when it comes to something important as protecting company files.”
Right. Because that was what she was talking about.
Ray continued. ”You’re a hard worker, Felicity. That’s one thing I admire about you. I was wondering if you got my email about doing another team up.”
She liked Ray, she really did, ever since they randomly ran into each other at Tech Village. Whenever they did talk, they just clicked. He was Queen’s exact opposite, which was probably why she liked him so much.
Forcing herself to think back to the email she skimmed, she nodded. “Yes. Of course. About your idea for the smart wearable watches, right?”
He sent her a relieved smile, pointing a finger in her direction. “Right!”
“How is that coming? Going at it fast and hard I hope!” She internally winced, but Ray looked like he was... endeared by it.
“I actually just got done doing another pitch five minutes ago.”
Her smile froze in place, her mouth going dry. She was suddenly back in her office five minutes ago, feeling Oliver moving against her, his lips against hers. Did he leave? Was he waiting for her to come back?
“Felicity? Are you all right?” He asked, jerking her out of her thoughts. His smile morphed into one of concern.
“Yes!” She shoved her hand against the down button of the elevator, needing to get off the floor. “I… I just remembered I have to be somewhere. Somewhere important. Downstairs. To fix something. We’ll talk later okay?”
“I’ll go with you. I’m heading downstairs as well. Taking the elevator, I mean.” Felicity could only nod, relieved to be twenty-nine floors away from Queen. An elevator door opened within a few seconds, and they stepped through. She pulled out her phone, checking the email to read the description of the problem. “What floor?”
“Three.” She said, the nervous feeling loosening as the doors started to close.
A hand shot out, stopping the door from closing.
“Mr. Queen.” Ray greeted.
It took all her willpower to pretend everything was fine.
Tension filled the elevator.
“Palmer.” His voice was gritty. Rough. Even though she kept her eyes on her phone, she could feel his eyes on her like before. “Smoak.”
Felicity wanted to bash her head against the wall.
Ever genial, Ray put on a charming smile. “I was just telling Felicity that I heard some good news about the presentation you did with Wayne Enterprises earlier today, btw. I was wondering if I could meet with you to discuss my new smart wearables sometime. I think Felicity and her team would do a great job with it, considering what happened with that company in Hub City last month.”
Ray was literally giving an elevator pitch. She shook her head slightly. Only him.
“And wow. Look at me.” Ray chuckled, like he was trying to diffuse the growing tension between them. “Giving an elevator pitch in an actual elevator. Can you believe-”
“Contact my secretary.” Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Queen’s thumb rub against his index finger, the annoyance radiating off him palpable. “I will be more than happy to discuss whether Smoak can handle the work you plan on putting out.”
Hearing the double meaning, her hand clenched her phone so tightly she was surprised she didn’t bend the metal.
If Ray was confused by his wording, he didn’t show it. He just smiled it away like he always did. “Will do. I should have known better. I’m sure you’re a very busy man. And I’ll be sure to include Felicity in the meeting as well.”
Wonderful.
The elevator dinged on the twentieth floor - the Applied Sciences Division. Ray stepped out, wishing them both a good day.
The second the door was shut, Queen turned around.
“Don’t.” She couldn’t meet his eyes. She didn’t want to meet his eyes. Maybe if she just ignored him, he wouldn’t do anything. He shouldn’t do anything. Because cameras. They’d be caught and she would lose her job. Plus an elevator was too public. That’s why they couldn’t do anything.
What was she thinking?
Silence made her look up.
He held her tablet out to her, expecting her to take it.
She could only stare at him in dumbfounded shock.
“You forgot it, Smoak.” His voice was different. It was... quiet but begrudgingly nice, something she had never heard from him before. “You always have it with you when you’re not in your office. Here.”
A wary, hesitant... something nudged its way through her defenses. She reached out and took it from him, her fingers grazing his.
There was no electricity, no sparks, no fireworks.
There was just... tension.
She met his eyes then, but she didn’t know what he was thinking. She didn’t know if he was offering an olive branch or building a bridge or saying ‘I’m sorry’. Biting her lip, she looked away, hugging her tablet against her chest.
Thirteen... twelve... Seeing that she was reaching her floor, she quietly spoke a “Thank you.” She barely heard it over the blood rushing in her ears.
But he did.
“You’re welcome.”
Acting on a sudden impulse, Felicity faced him, straightening her shoulders. She forced herself up onto her tiptoes, pressing the edge of her tablet against his chest.
His eyes darkened, his hand sliding up her elbow to her shoulder, and her heart skipped a beat.
Electricity sizzled between them.
She blinked, and he was suddenly closer, her tablet pressed between their chests. His lips brushed against hers, and a shot of desire almost had her pressing him against the wall before common sense caught up with her. He stepped back as the elevator slowed down, and her stomach lurched with the movement.
Felicity tried to convince herself it was because of the elevator and not because of what she wanted to do.
The doors opened and she forced herself to move. Her heels clicked onto the third floor. Trying to restore some equilibrium between them, she remembered everything she hated about him and gave him the fiercest glare she could manage. Because what happened in her office could never happen again.
“This doesn’t change things between us, Queen.”
He smirked, putting on his cocky personality and meeting the challenge in her eyes. “I certainly hope not, Smoak.”
The elevator doors slid shut, severing their connection.
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summary:
One minute Oliver Queen is drowning his feelings in Big Belly while the love of his life moves on with another man, and the next, it's the year 2022, and suddenly not only is Palmer Technology back to belonging to a Queen, Oliver is also the mayor? also a father to three beautiful kids? and a husband???
What the hell is happening? And if this is a dream, how the hell does he make it come true?
teaser:
“ Felicity .” he breathed out her name, couldn’t find enough strength in himself to make his voice any stronger. Felicity blinked,
“I-” She gasped in air, the next words still coming out a little breathless, “I need to call my husband.”
#ao3#olicity#oliver queen#felicity smoak#arrow#oliver x felicity#fanfiction#olicity fanfic#olicity fanfiction#arrow fanfic#time trapper
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Chapters: 12/?
Fandom: Arrow (TV 2012)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Laurel Lance/Oliver Queen, Roy Harper/Thea Queen, Laurel Lance & Sara Lance, Laurel Lance & Quentin Lance & Sara Lance, Quentin Lance & Sara Lance, Oliver Queen & Thea Queen, Sara Lance & Thea Queen, Nyssa al Ghul & Laurel Lance, Tommy Merlyn/Joanna de la Vega
Characters: Oliver Queen, Laurel Lance, John Diggle, Felicity Smoak, Sara Lance, Thea Queen, Tommy Merlyn, Roy Harper, Nyssa al Ghul, Quentin Lance, Isabel Rochev, Slade Wilson, Moira Queen, Sebastian Blood
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Laurel and Oliver were Both on the Queen's Gambit, alternate season 2, Detective Sara Lance, Black Canary Laurel Lance - Freeform, More Well Adjusted Oliver Queen, Characters Allowed To Improve and At Least Begin To Move Beyond Their Trauma, Wow What A Concept!, Eventual Nyssa/Sara, More Character And Relationship Tags May Be Added, Canon-Typical Violence
Series: Part 2 of The Age of Superheroes
Summary:
One year has passed since Laurel Lance and Oliver Queen returned to Starling City, five years after the Queen's Gambit went down. Working at first alone, and then eventually with others, including Detective Sara Lance, the Black Canary and the Hood - now going by the title 'the Arrow' - fought to cure Starling City of it's ills, fought those who were poisoning it, on all levels - in the end, including Malcolm Merlyn and his Undertaking.
But with the Glades half-ruined, Queen Consolidated in a downward tailspin, and an old enemy lurking, will this next year be any better for Oliver, Laurel and even Starling City as a whole?
The Siege of Starling City has begun.
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I tend to be pretty bad about remembering to cross-post about my fic chapter updates, but here’s this. Laurel know has the Canary Cry (even if she doesn’t call it that yet) but, afraid of the potential to inadvertently kill someone with it, Laurel has to learn how to control it.
She asks Nyssa for help, and along the way, realizes - to her horror - that not only is Sara still attracted to Nyssa, but Nyssa is attracted to Sara.
Oh no.
#Laurel Lance#Nyssa al Ghul#Sara Lance#Nyssara#Arrow Fanfic#Arrow#Oliver Queen#Lauriver#Nyssara Ship Tease Anyway#they aren't together yet obviously#My Fic#The Siege of Starling City
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This is self-made. Date of creation: 27.01.2024
For all the Slade fans out there!
One reason (apart from their history together) why the numbers for Slade/Dick are so high is because the tag Slade/Robin was made a meta tag for Slade/Dick by Ao3, meaning that all stories with the tag Slade/Robin get sorted into the Slade/Dick category automatically, no matter which Robin is meant... Of course it Slade/Robin does in fact mean Slade/Dick most times but still.
Additional information: Adeline Kane Wilson is Slade's ex-wife and mother of his two sons (who both died, fun times).
William Randolph Wintergreen is Slade's oldest friend from the army and also his butler at some point (correct me if I'm wrong please).
I assume no guarantee or liability for the completeness, correctness and accuracy of this chart despite my best efforts.
Includes fanfictions in all languages available, NOT English only. Includes all fandoms on Ao3 connected to Slade Wilson/Deathstroke.
Percentages were rounded up or rounded down to natural numbers for easier comprehension.
Poly ships were not included.
More charts will follow. :)
Want to have a chart for different pairings, headcanons etc. in your favourite fandom? Send me an ask!
#ao3statistics#ao3#dc comics#ao3 fanfic#statistics#deathstroke#slade wilson#sladedick#dick grayson#jason todd#green arrow#oliver queen#bruce wayne#batman#dinah lance#black canary#adeline kane wilson#adeline kane#tim drake#timothy drake#damian wayne#tara markov#terra#shado#William Randolph wintergreen#w r wintergreen#wintergreen dc
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