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Summary: FINAL CHAPTER. You see in black and white until the day after you sleep with your soulmate. (other chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9) AO3 Link: Here! Author’s Note: This is the end of a very long journey for me! I’m so grateful for everyone who stuck with me throughout it. Please enjoy.

“How are you doing?” Oliver asks over his shoulder as he sets down a box.

“I’m feeling like I never want to move again,” Connor says. He puts the last box down and sits down on top of it, groaning as the top caves in a bit. “Fucking hell.”

“You still need to drive the truck back,” Oliver reminds him.

He takes a moment to check his watch. “I still have it for another two hours. Clearly I overestimated how long it’d take us.”

“Overestimated my strength, you mean?” Oliver asks and waggles his eyebrows. As soon as Connor laughs, he can feel it in the pit of his stomach.

“So, we still have some time to kill…” Connor stands up and makes his way over to Oliver. The moment he reaches him, he slides his hand in Oliver’s back pockets and presses a kiss to his neck.

“You’re ridiculous.” Oliver laughs, but when Connor presses another few kisses along Oliver’s jaw, it catches in his throat. “You’re serious?”

“Do I look like I’m joking? We have to break in our apartment.”

“We’ve had sex plenty of times here before, Connor.”

“Sure, but it was your apartment then.”

“It’s hard to argue with that kind of logic.” He lifts up his shirt and tosses it to the side. Connor watches it fall between two large stacks of boxes and knows that will be a later problem. But for now, he doesn’t care. “I’m a sweaty mess,” Oliver mumbles between kisses.

“I know. I like it.” He grabs him under his thighs and lifts him up. After all the boxes, it takes the majority of his concentration to carry Oliver, but he does anyway. They both bump up against the bedroom door, and before Connor even has to ask, Oliver fiddles with the handle, and it swings open.

Connor makes quick work of tossing Oliver on the bed before taking off his shirt and stepping out of his pants. By the time he looks up, Oliver is naked on the bed, half-hard.

He buries his nose in Oliver’s collarbone and takes a deep breath in before sucking the skin in between his teeth. He waits until he’s sure he’s made a mark, and when Oliver starts squirming, he reaches out, pinning his hands to his side against the bed. It probably wouldn’t take much for Oliver to push past him and get free, but his breath still hitches.

“Fuck, Con.”

Connor chuckles against his skin before running his tongue down, collecting sweat droplets as he does. He hovers for a moment at Oliver’s navel around the tip of his cock, and his grip tightens when Oliver tries to lift his hands. Instead of acquiescing, he moves down to Oliver’s inner thighs, sucking at the skin until Oliver whines and starts to writhe.

He can tell that Oliver wants to say something, but perhaps he knows better. Connor chuckles and glances up, taking in Oliver’s slack jaw and flushed face. After a moment, Oliver’s eyes flutter open, and they stay caught in the moment, waiting. Before too long, however, Oliver whimpers, and his hips grind upward.

Without wasting a beat, Connor runs his tongue along Oliver’s perineum and takes his balls in his mouth. Oliver can hardly handle it, and the moan he lets out goes straight to Connor’s cock. He can’t hold Oliver’s hands down any longer, his attention straying away from them, and Oliver breaks free, tangling his fingers into Connor’s hair.

His nails dig in when Connor finally runs takes him into his mouth, straining until his nose is buried in his pubes. Connor’s hand wraps around the base, and he works with his mouth, twisting up and down. He stops before Oliver comes, and when he meets Oliver’s gaze, all he sees is frantic desperation.

They grab the lube, and Connor squeezes some onto his fingers. Before long, Oliver is rocking back on Connor’s fingers, his head thrown back. When he kisses down Oliver’s neck, he tastes salt. When he pulls his fingers out, Oliver lets out a small oh. Connor folds his legs under him and grabs Oliver’s waist. Oliver grabs the headboard behind him and slowly eases himself down.

Connor’s nails dig into Oliver’s skin, and he leans forward, pressing their lips together. The kiss is wet and messy, but neither of them care, too lost in the sensation. It takes a moment for Oliver to adjust, but soon enough, he lifts his hips up and sinks back down. Connor leaves one hand against Oliver’s ass, and the other moves up, nails scraping against Oliver’s back. Oliver arches his spine and whines.

They move like that for a minute, but soon Oliver loses all pretense of taking it slowly. He falls forward, and Connor’s other hand falls back down to Oliver’s hips, guiding him up and down. They’re close enough that from this angle, Oliver’s cock ruts against Connor’s stomach, and Connor can tell it won’t take Oliver long to come undone.

“Fuck, Connor, I can’t…” Oliver’s breath catches in his throat. “I’m going to come.”

There’s a limit to how far he can thrust up from this angle, and Connor pulls out, making fast work of tugging at Oliver until he’s flat on his back. He swings Oliver’s legs over his shoulders and pushes back in.

“Harder,” Oliver says, and Connor doesn’t have to be told twice. Oliver does his best to match the pace, but his hand stutters around his cock after a moment. His free hand grips the sheets as he comes on both of their stomachs, and the heat pools in Connor’s stomach as he watches Oliver’s face.

By the time Connor comes, Oliver is raw and overstimulated – a whimpering mess. His cock is half-hard and red, and when Connor pulls out, Oliver lets out a small sigh of relief. Connor collapses next to him and throws his arm over Oliver. They lay like that for a few minutes, eyes closed and nearly drifting.

And when Connor finally finds the strength to lift his head and look at his watch, he can’t help but laugh. “I might be late turning in the truck after all.”

Oliver barely stirs as he mumbles, the words blending together, “Worth it.”

- - -

Aiden tells Connor when he buys the engagement ring and proposes to Michaela in late spring. Connor barely has time to wish them congratulations before they take a two-week vacation to Mexico. Upon their return, however, they hold a celebratory party at their apartment.

People slowly filter in and out, and a little after one in the morning, he and Oliver are the only ones left. Not too long after, they lose Michaela and Oliver to discussions about Grey’s Anatomy. After twenty minutes of sitting there, drifting in and out, Aiden leans over. “Want to get some fresh air?” He motions to the balcony.

“I would love to.”

They excuse themselves. As soon as the door closes behind them, Connor lets out a sigh. “I have heard enough about Grey’s Anatomy for a lifetime.”

“Tell me about it. If I have to hear one more word about McDreamy or McSteamy or whatever their names are…”

“They’re not even that hot!”

“God, tell me about it.” Aiden shakes his head but quickly bounces back, slipping a hand into his pocket. “Guess what I have.”

“I don’t know. A flask?”

“Even better.” Aiden pulls out a small tube and uncaps, shaking out the contents and holding it up victoriously between his thumb and forefinger. “Read it and weep.”

“I don’t even remember the last time I smoked,” Connor says, marveling at the joint. “I see your rolling skills have gotten better since high school.”

“Well, it’s a low bar.” Aiden tucks the tube back in his pocket as he pulls out a lighter. “You going to join me?”

“Absolutely.”

Aiden lights it up and takes the first hit. “God, do you remember when Mr. Davies knocked on our door, and we thought he’d caught us smoking, but –”

“But he just wanted to congratulate me on getting the first perfect score on his Physics test he’d seen in years?”

“You were so fucking insufferable. I hated you for it. You were such a delinquent, but you always got perfect grades.” Aiden laughs, and smoke wafts out from between his lips. “Here you go.” He passes it to Connor.

Connor stares at the tip as it glows orange. The smoke tickles the back of his throat for a second before he lets it out, trying his best to suppress a cough but failing after a few seconds.

“Not as smooth as you used to be, Walsh,” Aiden says, nudging him before taking back the joint.

“Sue me. It’s been years.” Connor takes a sip of his water and shakes his head. “Fuck. I can’t believe you’re engaged.”

“Tell me about it.”

They sit in the silence for a few minutes, passing the joint back and forth. And when the high hits Connor, he shuts his eyes and sinks into his chair. “You want to hear something funny?” he says after a moment. The words come to him before he can stop himself, and he bites the inside of his cheek.

“Always.”

“Well, funny is maybe the wrong word.” He shakes his head. “You know what I mean.”

“Am I about to get one of your infamous stoned fake deep comments? Because I have missed those.”

A flush rises to Connor’s cheeks, and he looks away, past the edge of the balcony and into the distance. “Do I really get fake deep?”

“A little, but I’ve always loved it. C’mon, spit it out.” He reaches out, setting his hand on top of Connor’s. His thumb runs over the back of Connor’s hand, and Connor feels his heart slowly move back down to his chest from his throat. “You’re my best friend, Con. You can tell me anything. Or not tell me anything if you’ve changed your mind.”

Connor takes a shaky breath before looking over at Aiden. “I used to think we’d end up together. I really did. Or maybe I’d hope. I don’t know. It always felt easier without the pressure of soulmates. Like it wouldn’t be my fault if it fell apart.”

Aiden squeezes his hand. “Trust me. I know. Me too for a while there.” He lets go and offers Connor the joint. Connor shakes his head. He already feels the fog from it around him.

“I used to wonder how soulmates could feel any better.”

“And yet—”

“And yet, yeah. Different. And better. I was mad at you for so long.” He stretches out his hand. “Alright, give it to me.”

Aiden chuckles, finishes his hit, and hands it over. “I remember. You barely talked to me. You also tried to sabotage Michaela’s job with Annalise.”

“Yeah, well, I was pissed.” They both laugh before the silence hits them again, and despite everything, Connor can’t help but smile.

“So, are they as bad as you thought?” Aiden asks, breaking the silence.

“Are what as bad as I thought?”

“Soulmates.”

“Not at all. Kind of the best thing that happened to me.” When he sees Aiden’s smirk, he flushes. “Maybe the best thing!”

“You never could let a moment just be a moment.” He rolls his eyes, earning a light smack from Connor. “So, what I’m hearing is that you’re grateful that Michaela and I met each other when we did because if we hadn’t, who knows whether you would have met Oliver.”

“That’s not what I said.”

Aiden nods, but the twinkle in his eyes doesn’t go away. “Whatever you say, Con.”

The door slides open, and they both look behind them to see Michaela and Oliver. “You’re smoking, and you didn’t even tell me?” Michaela says. She takes what’s left of the joint from Connor.

“You were sidetracked with Oliver. Besides, I have one rolled up for later.” He winks at her, and she seats herself on his lap.

She offers it to Oliver, but he waves his hand and shakes his head. “Nah, I’m good.” He moves behind Connor and squeezes his shoulders before leaning in. “Sorry I lost you to Gray’s Anatomy.”

“I’m used to it.” Connor offers a mock sniffle.

“You okay?” Connor turns around in his chair and takes Oliver in. He’s half in shadows – a silhouette against the lights from Aiden and Michaela’s apartment. But Connor can still see the slight crinkle next to his lips as he smiles and the dip between his brows.

“I’m more than okay.” He stretches up, but he doesn’t half to go far. Oliver meets him and leans into their kiss.

- - -

“So, like, when you work with computers, could you hack someone’s account and find out everything about them?” Jack asks, staring eagerly at Oliver.

Oliver laughs. “I guess theoretically. Whether I would or not is a different story.”

“Okay, but why not? Before Oliver can answer, he continues, “If I could hack computers, I would get all my test answers and then get hundreds on everything.”

“Well, morally that’s a little sketchy,” Oliver says, and Connor has to bite his cheek not to laugh.

“Morals schmorals. What’s the difference between stalking someone’s social media and shit? That’s basically just as invasive.”

“Think you’re clever, don’t you?” Connor asks, nudging him.

“As my mom would say—” Jack glances to make sure that Gemma isn’t looking, “—clever little shit.” He gives them both shit-eating grins, which must be enough to alert Gemma, as she walks over to them.

She puts a hand on Jack’s head. “How about we leave Connor and Oliver alone for a little bit,” she says, laughing gently.

“I don’t mind,” Connor reassures but Gemma shakes her head at him while Jack isn’t looking.

“Your grandma wants to hear how your soccer games are going.”

Gemma starts to steer him away but not before Connor hears Jack yell, “Did you tell her I was kicking major ass?” It earns him a hair ruffle and a stern warning.

“I can’t believe he’s a freshman in high school,” Connor says, turning to face Oliver and sighing. “Thanks for coming with me.”

“We didn’t get to spend last Thanksgiving together last year. If I didn’t show up two years in a row, I might fall out of your mother’s good graces.” Oliver presses a kiss to Connor’s cheek, and Connor closes his eyes as they lean against each other. The voices around them blur together, and Connor drifts for a moment, focusing on Oliver’s chest as it rises and falls.

“How’s law school going?” Connor nearly groans and opens his eyes, steadying himself. Oliver squeezes his hand.

“I told you last year, Uncle Lou. I graduated.”

“That’s right. You’re working at some fancy law firm now, huh?” Lou shakes his head. “You crazy kids better take care of us old folks when you’re swimming in it.” He swings back his beer, chuckling to himself, and Oliver jumps in before Connor can open his mouth.

“How’s work going?” Oliver asks. “Connor tells me you’re a police officer. What’s that like?” It should be obvious that the question is bait, but regardless, Lou takes it. Connor waits until Lou is wrapped up in his story before sneaking a look at Oliver.

Connor knows that he has never been able to navigate his way around people with much tact, but Oliver exceeds at it. He nibbles at his cheese and crackers as he asks Lou questions, nodding along with what looks like rapt attention. Even knowing him as well as he does, it’s hard for Connor to spot the small ticks that give away his annoyance. At one moment, his brow furrows for a split second, but the next, he’s laughing at Lou’s joke so hard that Connor is almost convinced it must be real.

Thankfully, however, they’re spared from too long of a rant by Connor’s mother. “Alright, everyone,” she says, clapping her hands and beaming at everyone. “Dinner’s on the table.”

“It was nice to meet you, Owen.”

Before either of them can correct him, he walks away.

“Not my name,” Oliver says and sighs. “Most of your family is great but—”

“No one likes Uncle Lou,” Connor reassures. “Even if we didn’t invite him, he’d probably show up. Thanks for dealing with him, though.” He presses a kiss behind Oliver’s ear and smirks as a shiver runs up Oliver’s spine.

“Any day.”

“You know, it was kind of scary watching you do it, though.”

“Scary?” Oliver flushes and pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “I don’t know about that.”

“And hot.” Connor cocks an eyebrow, and Oliver’s tongue darts out, wetting his lips. He rubs the back of his neck, and Connor watches as the flush spreads down his neck. His hand slips down to Oliver’s, and he glances at the staircase upstairs. With everyone focused on getting to the kitchen, he’s certain that no one would notice if they disappeared.

But before they can, Gemma interrupts, making them both jump. “Grandma made her green bean and sweet potato casserole again.” She gives Oliver a sharp look. “Avoid it at all costs. Trust me. It’s all the worst things about both of them mashed together.” She glances between the two of them. “Why do you both look so weird?”

“Do we?” Connor runs his hand through his hair and straightens his back, and Oliver smooths his shirt. “Thanks for the heads up, Gem.”

“Any time. Did you bring pumpkin pie, by the way?”

“Both pumpkin and apple.”

“Have I told you lately that you’re amazing?” With that, she saunters off.

The silence lingers between them for a moment before Oliver breaks it. “So, no green bean and sweet potato casserole. What should I try?”

- - -

“You’re so terrible at keeping secrets. Tell me you’re not taking me to a surprise party,” Oliver says, buttoning up his shirt. Connor tries his best to keep his face neutral, but it must betray something because Oliver rolls his eyes. “You should never play poker.”

“I’ll have you know I’m excellent at playing poker. I’m just terrible at lying to you.” Connor presses a kiss to Oliver’s cheek and turns around to fix his hair in the mirror. When he turns back around, he sees Oliver doing up a lilac tie.

He stares for a moment, and Oliver hums. “What’s up?”

“Nothing, just love that tie.”

“I haven’t even worn it in years,” Oliver says. He looks confused and smooths it down.

“You wore it when you came to tell me that you and Matthew were oven. You were all frazzled, and I remember thinking, ‘Only Oliver could pull off a lilac tie.’”

“That’s what you were thinking?” Nonetheless, Oliver smiles, and his eyes crinkle.

“One of the things.”

“It’s truly amazing I ever thought you didn’t have a romantic bone in your body.”

“I know. I surprise myself sometimes. Now let’s get out of here before I find a reason for us to stay.”

“See, that’s more like it.” Oliver grabs his wallet and keys from the nightstand and pulls them in his pocket.

“Are you going to tell me what kind of cake you made, or do I have to wait until the party? And where is it, anyway?”

“Michaela picked it up earlier before you came home. I thought that would give away that we’re heading to a party if I just grabbed a cake and took it with me to the bar. And since I already spoiled the party for you, I’ll have to settle for keeping the cake a mystery.” He laughs at Oliver’s scowl and grabs his coat. The bar is close enough to walk, and the air is brisk enough that it feels nice. “You still need to act surprised when you see everyone,” he warns.

“I’ll do my best.” He feigns a wide-eyed look and cups his mouth. “How’s this?”

“Absolutely terrible.”

They both laugh, and Oliver’s hand drops down, slipping into Connor’s. “I love you. More than anything,” Oliver says, and Connor pauses to look at him.

“I know.”

“Okay, Han Solo. Is it too much to ask for a little bit of love back on my birthday?” Oliver grins, and Connor’s stomach flips. Moments like these, where the world seems still and pauses just for a moment, are hard to come by.

“I suppose not,” he concedes. “I love you too.”

They carry on the rest of their walk in silence, and when they finally enter the bar and everyone jumps out from behind chairs and tables, Oliver’s surprised face looks genuine. Connor leave Oliver to make the rounds and wanders his way over to his friends.

“Connor, my man.” Asher offers Connor his fist, and Connor groans. “It’s been a hot sec since I’ve seen you around.” Reluctantly, Connor fist bumps him.

“How’s it been, Asher?”

“Asher was just gracing us with his stories about the woman he’s hooking up with at work,” Laurel says dryly.

“Great lady. Big—” He does a large, round motion over his chest, and Connor rolls his eyes. “If you know what I mean.”

“So, I take it you’re not soulmates,” Connor says.

“Nah, but it doesn’t really matter. Lots of time, and plenty of fish in the sea. Besides, the sex is stellar, so I can’t really complain.” He waggles his eyebrows, and Connor can’t help but laugh despite his better judgment.

“And how about you two?” He motions to Laurel and Wes. “Rebecca and Lila couldn’t make it?” he asks.

“Rebecca has an art show today, and Lila was helping her set up. I’m going to have to dip pretty early to be there for it too, but I wanted to stop by and wish Oliver a happy birthday.” Wes peers beyond Connor to Oliver, and when Connor glances over, he sees Oliver deep in conversation with one of his coworkers. “Maybe I’ll just give him a quick wave on the way out.”

“You should stay until we cut the cake,” Michaela says. “Connor made two of them just to make sure there was enough for everyone—chestnut coffee cake with a chocolate ganache.” Even Laurel raises her eyebrows, impressed.

“I’ll do my best.”

“I’m doing fine,” Laurel says. “I actually recently worked on a case where my client was unlawfully detained and managed to nab a win, which no one thought we could get.” She pauses before explaining more. “He’s undocumented. It got some local attention.”

“Shit, congrats,” Connor says. “That’s a big deal.”

“Thanks.”

Connor lets the conversation go for a while before deciding to interrupt and make a toast. He steps over to the table with the cake and clears his throat. When others don’t notice, Asher yells out.

“Listen up, you assholes!” Asher’s voice booms over everyone, and people look around, noticing Connor.

“Thanks for making that horribly awkward, Asher.” After scanning the crowd, Connor’s eyes fall to Oliver, who beams up at him. “None of you are getting a corny speech from me tonight. Sorry to disappoint. I’m just here to let you all know it’s time to cut the cake.”

After some joking boos, Asher yells out again. “Speech!” Catching Oliver’s smirk, Connor rolls his eyes and continues.

“Okay, fine—world’s shortest speech.” Connor hesitates for a second, letting the moment washes over him as Oliver’s gaze lingers and their eyes meet again. “His kindness and patience truly know no bounds. I mean, he’s dating me, after all.” A few people laugh. “I mean, sure, everyone deserves to be wished a happy birthday, but this guy deserves a happier one than most. I don’t know anybody who just cares more than he does. He’s just a genuinely good person and an even better boyfriend.” He feels the words getting caught in his throat, and he shakes his head and blinks rapidly. “So, I guess this is the point where we’re all supposed to raise our glasses.” After a steadying breath, Connor raises his pint. “Happy 35th birthday, babe.”

The rest of the crowd joins in.

- - -

“What car games do you know?” Connor asks a little over two hours into their drive.

“There’s My Cows,” Oliver says. He leans back, nesting at the edge of his seat and gazing out his window.

“My Cows?” Connor asks. “I don’t think I’ve heard of that one.”

“Sure, it’s fun. Whenever you see cows, the first one to yell ‘My cows!’ claims all of those cows. You just sort of estimate how many there are. And then whoever has the most cows at the end of the game wins.”

“Seems a little low-stakes and silly.”

“Oh, it gets better. Then, whenever you see a graveyard, the first person to yell, ‘Bury your cows’ kills all the other person’s cows. For example – my cows!’” Oliver points to a field on their right in which there are a handful of cows. “I’d say ten?” he asks.

“You can’t just start the game like that with no heads up!”

“Too late. Seems like I already did. My cows!” He points to another few. “Fifteen total. You’re losing already.”

They run out of steam after an hour and a half when they get back on the highway. Oliver wins by a small margin – 840 to 810. “Technically, you had the advantage since I’m driving and can’t fully pay attention,” Connor whines.

“Spoken like a true sore loser.”

With traffic and a quick pitstop at the grocery store to grab the last few things that they need, it takes them another two hours to get to their cabin in Chester, NY. The late afternoon has the slightest breeze, and Connor spends a full minute watching the water in the lake ebb and flow before Oliver jolts him out of it and motions to the open trunk.

“You know that we can enjoy all of that after we’ve unpacked, right?” he asks, and Connor rolls his eyes, making his way back over to the car. They make quick work of unpacking and make their way back outside after throwing on their jackets. They were careful when they booked to ensure the cabin was remote, and sure enough, when Connor looks now there isn't another cabin on Friends Lake immediately in sight. The evening air is still, and Connor closes his eyes, ears humming with quiet. It’s different than Philadelphia, where he can’t go more than an hour without a siren blaring, car alarm ringing, or horn honking.

After a moment, he feels Oliver’s arms around his waist and his head against his shoulder. Oliver presses a kiss to his neck before nestling in beside his ear. “I can’t believe I have you here all to myself for four days. No work, no distractions.” Oliver kisses the lobe of his ear. “Just you me, and some s’mores.”

Connor smiles and turns around, tucking his hands in Oliver’s back pockets. “Happy anniversary, Ollie.” He leans in as if he’s going to kiss Oliver but squeezes his ass at the last second before dashing away, laughing. They chase each other for a little bit before Oliver pulls Connor down on the grass.

“And here I thought you were going for romantic,” Oliver said, shaking his head. “I should have known better.”

“After three years, you honestly should have.” He presses a kiss to Oliver’s lips and closes his eyes. Even after three years, he’s surprised by the feeling in the pit of his stomach and the overwhelming sense of calm these moments bring. Connor leans his head on Oliver’s chest, smiling as he hears Oliver’s heartbeat faintly through his jacket. Soon, he feels himself drifting. He’s somewhere near the edge of sleep when Oliver shifts beneath him.

After they get up and dust themselves off, Connor motions over to the cabin, but Oliver pauses. “What do you think this place would look like if we didn’t see color?” Oliver asks.

After taking a moment to consider, Connor shrugs. “I don’t know.” He can’t imagine this any other way. The earthy greens and browns fit perfectly with the scent of pine. And when he gazes up at the sky, he tries to rack his brain to remember what sunsets looked like before. On a night like this – where the clouds glow orange against a purple sky – it seems like it would be a waste to see only black and white.

“I don’t know either,” Oliver says after a moment. He lets out a sigh and starts heading back to the cabin.

It’s only when Connor starts cooking that he realizes he’s ravenous, and when Oliver’s stomach grumbles, they both can’t stop laughing. While Oliver helps with putting together the Tuscan bean soup, Connor sets up the mulled wine in the instant pot and throws together a quick salad. Before long, they collapse at the table on the porch, ready to eat.

After three mugs of wine, Connor’s face feels warm, and he sinks into his chair. Somewhere across the lake, he sees a bright dot of lights from another cabin. Still, the only sound they can hear beyond themselves is the chirping of crickets.

“Can we try to make some s’mores?” Oliver asks after a while.

“You and the s’mores.” Connor shakes his head and laughs. “That requires starting a fire, doesn’t it?”

"Well, lucky for you, once upon a time, I was an Eagle Scout," Oliver says. He grins as he does the three-finger salute.

Connor raises an eyebrow. “Oh? All you need now is that hideous khaki shirt and a little bandana, and I could get into it." He looks Oliver up and down, and Oliver snorts.

“You’re ridiculous. C’mon.” Oliver gets up. “You grab the ingredients, and I’ll go to the fire pit.”

It doesn’t take Oliver long to start the fire, and Connor watches on, impressed. Like with all things, he’s fastidious and doesn’t let it go until they have a healthy fire burning. “How’s that?” he asks after it’s where he wants it to be.

“Every time I think you can’t possibly get any hotter, you somehow manage it,” Connor says. “Look great. Now come here.” He reaches out for Oliver, but Oliver dodges him.

“S’mores first. Then you can get everything you want.” He smirks and reaches for a skewer and a marshmallow.

“You’re going to kill me, Hampton,” Connor whines. But he resigns to sitting down beside Oliver and grabbing a skewer himself.

Two s’mores and another mug of wine in, Connor understands why Oliver was so persistent. “Okay, this is somehow better than I remember it being as a kid,” Connor admits, licking the melted chocolate off of his fingers.

“Right? I’ve tried that oven or microwave shit, and it’s never as good as it is over a proper fire.” Oliver pulls his third marshmallow out of the fire and blows on it. “People always try to get fancy with them too, and honestly, it’s one of the few things that’s best without anything else.” He squeezes his s’more shut and takes a bite.

After another hour and a half, they make their way back to the cabin. The night air is crisp, and away from the warmth of the fire, it’s notably cooler. When they get to the bedroom, Oliver collapses on the bed while Connor turns on the space heater.

“Would you mind if I shower?” Connor asks, and Oliver shakes his head and yawns.

“Go for it. I’ll probably do it tomorrow unless you think I’m gross.”

“Only a little,” he teases, and Oliver pouts. “I’m kidding. I wouldn’t think you’re gross.” Connor gets undressed and tosses his dirty clothes to a corner. He can feel Oliver’s eyes on him, and he smirks over his shoulder before closing the bathroom door behind him.

He turns on the water and clicks on a Spotify playlist on his phone before opening his messages.

Michaela (7:21) Did you do it?

Michaela (7:46) Connor you’re killing me.

Michaela (8:06) Hello??

Connor laughs and texts her back.

Connor (10:12) Tomorrow. Not today. Now stop texting me before Oliver figures it all out.

He sets his phone on the counter and hops in the shower. He lingers in it longer than usual. The hot water feels nice on his back, and he sighs as he closes his eyes. When he steps out, the bathroom is foggy from the steam. He makes quick work of brushing his teeth and drying his hair before stepping out.

“Oliver?”

It only takes a moment for Connor to hear the heavy breathing and realize that Oliver has fallen asleep on top of the covers. Connor steps over and sits down next to him. The motion of the shifting bed is enough to wake him up, and Oliver’s eyes open slowly. He takes Connor in, scanning him up and down before announcing groggily, “Well, you look good.” His hand falls limply on Connor’s thigh, and Connor can’t help but laugh.

“We’ll have plenty of time for that later.” He bends down and tugs at the bottom of Oliver’s shirt, doing his best under the dead weight to get it over his head.

“You know it’s polite to ask someone before undressing them,” Oliver mumbles.

“And you’re going to appreciate it once I get you under these covers and you’re not wearing all of your clothes.”

“I have to brush my teeth anyway,” Oliver says. “Help me up.” He lifts his hands up but doesn’t open his eyes. With a concerted effort, they manage to get him standing, and Oliver stumbles over to the bathroom.

Connor scrolls through his phone as he waits, but it doesn’t take Oliver long before he gets back into bed and scoot in until their noses are almost touching. Oliver reaches out, his fingers lightly running up and down Oliver's arm. "You feel warm."

“You planning on stealing it from me?”

“Maybe.” He presses the top of his foot against Connor’s leg, and Connor shivers.

“Thief.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

“Still deciding.” When he leans in, their noses bump before their lips meet. Connor reaches up, laying his hand on the back of Oliver's neck, his thumb haphazardly running along the bottom of Oliver's hairline. They pull back for a moment, and Connor traces his thumb up behind Oliver's ear, down his jaw, and up until they run over Oliver's lips. “You should sleep,” he says, his voice hoarse.

“You make it so hard.” Despite the protest, Oliver’s voice sounds low and tired. Their gazes linger for a moment, and Oliver presses one final kiss to Connor’s lips before asking, “Mind if I turn around?”

“Go for it.”

Connor curls up next to him until his chest is against Oliver’s back and throws his hand over Oliver’s waist. The comforter is heavy over them, and Connor stares off at the wall beyond them, listening as Oliver’s breaths get deeper and slower and thinking of what tomorrow brings.

Before long, he closes his eyes and buries his nose against Oliver’s neck. Connor smiles and drifts to sleep.

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Love and War - 5/16

Description: In a harsh medieval world, you set out on a perilous quest that will lead you onto a forbidden land. A land ruled and controlled by a ruthless Warlord King, one who does not look favourably upon trespassers of any kind, and punishes all with an iron fist. You may not know exactly where this quest will end, but what you do know is you will forever be altered by it. And that knowledge alone is what truly terrifies you the most.

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Word Count: 5,620 ish.

Pairing: Medieval!Steve Rogers x Reader.

Rating: PG for now. May become 18+ later.

Warnings: Violence. Curse words. Mentions of fears and potentially brutal medieval tactics. Most likely more to come down the road. Please don’t let these warnings scare you too much, give the story a try before you judge it.

A/N: I sadly don’t own any of these characters. And no beta reader, so I do proudly own all the errors and this story, so there’s that.

You storm into your room, anger coursing through you. Dinner had ended up in a battle over this farce of a wedding. It had all started with a comment about how you should look more joyful the eve before your wedding day, which of course you had snapped back saying, ‘you mean the eve before I am forced to marry that ridiculous cretin? Ah yes, I guess I should be more excited to forever be tied to an ape like Hepha, my apologies.’

Well, Athos didn’t like that one bit and you both went head to head once again. It finally ended when you stormed out of the dining hall, refusing to listen to anymore of his ‘reasonings’ for why you should be overjoyed to marry someone of Hepha’s standing. As if his station were higher than your own. Except his isn’t, he is a bottom feeder compared to you.

You slam the door to your room and place your forehead against it’s cool surface, sighing out deeply. Maybe you could run away in the middle of the night. Far, far away. Alarick would return and find you missing, then he’d come after you. He’d be able to find you for sure and then you could explain why you’d fled, and beg him to stay with you. Both of you never to return to the kingdom and you can just live out your days together, happily. You just needed more time before this wedding, you just needed to postpone it long enough for Alarick to return.

You could maybe fake being deathly ill tomorrow, so ill that the wedding couldn’t go on. And then it would have to be put on hold until you were better—but you knew after the war that went on over the dinner table tonight, no one, mainly Athos, would actually believe you were sick. They would all see right through it and force you to attend this travesty of a union. You sigh deeply again and bang your forehead on the hard wood surface of the door in frustration.

“I ask that you not harm the beautiful brain without that lovely skull,” came a deep voice from behind you, and you knew instantly exactly who it belonged to. That voice sending a glorious ripple of goosebumps across your body, as a welcomed shiver ran down your spine.

You whirled around and came face to face with a ridiculously wide chest, your eyes slowly climbed up to a set of stunning eyes. Eyes that could only belong to the one person you truly, wholeheartedly loved. More than anyone else, maybe even more than yourself.

“Ari,” you breathlessly whispered your nickname for him. Both slightly in shock that he was even standing here in front of you, and slightly dazed to just be gazing upon his unearthly handsome features. The latter was normal for you though, you always forgot just how beautiful he was, until he was right before you, and you were instantly reminded of how much of a treat he was for your eyes. “What are you—you’re here?!”

He grinned down at you, he always enjoyed when he could fluster you. “I am, my moon.”

His nickname for you causing your heart to flutter uncontrollably. He’d always called you ‘his moon’, at least for as long as you could remember. You’d asked him one day, long ago, why he had chosen that nickname for you, and all he’d simply replied with in return was, ‘because you are the light in my darkest of hours.’

“But how?” You whispered softly, still disbelieving that he was actually there, standing in front of you. “Your father. He-he said you weren’t to return for a few more days?”

“That is because my father,” he scoffed, “underestimated Premala’s sheer unwavering love for you. She tracked us down, and told me of how you were being forced to marry Hepha,” he growled the lesser mans name, “behind my back. So I came back as fast as I could, to put a stop to all of this.”

You quickly ran to him, flinging your arms around his waist, and burying your face in his muscular chest, as his arms wrapped around your shoulders. A position that always brought you great comfort in trying times. “So you came to save me?” You mumbled into his chest.

“I will always come to save you,” he whispered, his fingers gently gripping your chin to angle your face up towards his. He laid a sweet kiss on your forehead, his lips grazing the skin as he spoke, “you are mine, Y/N. Just as I am yours. And so long as I still breathe air, no one will ever take you away from me. I will not allow it.”

You breathed a sigh of relief, he was actually here, he was going to stop all of this madness. He was going to rescue you. Though, you had no clue how he planned to actually do that. “What are you going to do, Ari?”

He took a moment, probably to think of some sort of plan. He had a brilliant mind for tactical maneuvers and plotting how to conquer his enemies efficiently—but this wasn’t a battlefield, this was his kingdom. And this wasn’t just some war over land, money or power, this was your life, the potential happiness of you both. The outcome of his failure in this wouldn’t just be a sore spot, it would forever mark both of your hearts.

In one morning, you both would lose your other half. The one person who completed you both. He always claimed you were his soulmate, though you knew deep down that that wasn’t true. But yet, you slowly started to believed him more and more, every time he said it. Every time the word left his beautiful lips, it broke you down a little more, made you strive to be exactly what a soulmate would be to him. If they existed within your kind, you and Alarick would be soulmates for sure.

“Do you trust me?” He asked.

You nodded, “of course I do.”

“And do you love me?” He whispered, as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, his eyes following the movement.

“With everything that I am,” you answered truthfully.

“Then marry me,” his eyes flicked over to yours, locking on, “tonight, before my father or Hepha can interfere. If you are already married to me, then you can not marry another.”

You didn’t even hesitate. You didn’t need to. You nodded vehemently, “yes,” you answered, your voice coming out stronger and more sure then it ever had before. “Yes, I’ll marry you, Alarick.”

He smiled that glorious smile at you, the one that made your heart flutter and your knees weak. Thank the Gods his strong arms were around you, or you’d be a puddle on the floor for sure. “You don’t know how happy it makes me to finally hear you say those words,” he leaned down and kissed you with more passion then he ever had before. You leaned into him more, melting into the kiss, and him. But then he pulled away all too quickly, leaving you urning for more. So, so much more.

But you knew now that you’d get more, you’d get a forever of more with him. As once you both were married, he’d be yours and only yours, forever. “I think I have a pretty good idea of just how much,” you smirked up at him. Earning a glorious chuckle from the large, living stone sculpture of a man in front of you.

“I have to prepare a few things, but I will return in one hours time to retrieve you.” He lovingly kissed your forehead once more then reluctantly moved away from you. “Be ready. And do not leave this room, no matter what.”

You nodded, “I will be ready and waiting.”

He smiled, “we will both get our happily ever after, my moon. I promise you I will make it so.”

And you believed every word, this immense joy that flooded your body was how a bride was supposed to feel before her wedding. You didn’t feel nervous at all, not one bit, you were going to marry the love of your life. What more could a woman ask for? “I’ll hold you to that promise, Ari,” you smirked and he grinned in return.

With one more chaste kiss, he vanished out the door, glancing at you as he softly closed it behind him. You peered around the room, your lips aching slightly from the massive smile upon them, you lifted your fingers to touch them. Still feeling as if Ari’s plump ones were upon them.

But the sound of your bedroom door being flung open startled you, and you spun around quickly to see who was intruding on your gleeful moment. Only for your eyes to land on the one person you never wanted to see again.

Hepha.

A knock on your door causes you to open your eyes, they quickly scan the room and you remember you’re in the castle. You are sitting in the arm chair in the corner of your room, you don’t remember falling asleep, but clearly you must have dozed off, sometime after the 3 ladies had helped you change. Now wearing a different olive green dress, one more fitting for dinner.

“Come in,” you call out as you wipe the sleep from your eyes and stand from the chair. Quickly straightening out your dress as the door opens and in enters an unfamiliar man. But the friendly gapped tooth smile on his face puts you a little more at ease.

“My Lady,” he bows his head, “I am Sir Samuel, but you can call me Sam. I have come to escort you to dinner.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Sam,” you nod, “but please just Y/N is fine.”

His smile grows larger, “Nat informed me you preferred Just Y/N. So Just Y/N it is,” he winks.

You smile and shake your head as you make your way towards him, you can already tell, just from his friendly presence, that you are going to be fast friends—Well, at least you will be for a little while. Just until you are granted leave from the King to return home.

Once you reach him, he offers you his arm which you take then he begins to lead you out of your room. “So, which position are you? That is, if you don’t mind me asking.”

He glances down at you, “I don’t mind at all. But as I’m sure you’ve noticed, we do things a little differently here. We don’t really have titles for our positions, per se. We were all appointed by the King to oversee or head up different areas based on our skills. I guess if you really needed a title for me, you could call me a General. I am in charge of both ground troops and the cavalry forces. So basically I facilitate most of the military operations.”

You nod, “yes, I’ve noticed that this kingdom is run very different from the others. Why is that?”

He shrugs, “honestly, it is how the King wishes it to be. He isn’t one to follow in the footsteps of others, in any way. He prefers to forge his own path, to do things the way he feels are most efficient, and will give the best results. Things he feels are just and true.”

“So he just chooses everything for himself? Makes up his own rules as he goes?” You furrow your brows, “that seems rather egotistical, don’t you think? If he refuses to follow the traditional ways, how is he to be governed, how is he to be held accountable for his actions?”

“No one governs our King,” he says coldly, and you are learning that questioning the King to his higher ups isn’t a smart move on your part. They all clearly respect him immensely. They are fiercely loyal to him. Which is a good thing, you guess. “He answers to no one but himself.”

“How can that be?” You push a little more, “all Kings have to answer to a higher power. Does he not believe in the Gods? Does he throw out their rulings, their practises, their laws?”

He halts his steps and turns to you, the same stoic mask on his face that Nat wore earlier today. “Oh, he believes in them, more than most, actually. But he does not agree with all of their ways. Their teachings. Though he does take them all into consideration, but ultimately picks and chooses which he actually wishes to follow. We do not question him on his decisions, just as you should not either. You may not know much of our realm, or our people, but I can guarantee you have heard of our conquests. Of the many battles we have fought and won alongside our King, or have you not heard?”

You nod, mumbling a, “no, I’ve heard.”

He begins to walk again, pulling you along with him. “So then you know that clearly his decisions have been proven correct. They have been proven to be fruitful. He isn’t like other Kings, he comes from a long line of noble and triumphant leaders. Ones who have passed on their learnings and knowledge to each new generation. He is currently the greatest leader this kingdom has ever had, as he holds all that passed on information in his own mind. And when he is to produce an heir, his son will be a better ruler than he, and so on and so forth. Where most kingdoms become weaker with time, be it because of scandal, tyranny or treachery. Ours only gets better, stronger.”

“How can that be. You can’t honestly tell me that none of Winterbourne’s previous Kings have never been tyrants. Or have never been on the receiving end of a treacherous plot?”

“I can, and I am,” he nods. “It has never happened. And it will never happen.”

“But how? What makes the rulers of this kingdom so different, so special?”

“That is a story for another day.”

“Oh hogwash,” you glare up at him, “you can’t tell me all of that and then not explain why it is so. Now you must tell me the full story.”

He chuckles, raising a brow at you, “oh, must I?”

You nod, “yes. It is only fair.”

He halts his steps once again, sighing deeply, “alright, fine. Though I shouldn’t really be telling you any of this, but since you insist,” he smirks then leans in slightly, lowering his voice just for you to hear. “Many, many moons ago, there was a fearsome God of War, who fell madly, and deeply, in love with a radiant Goddess. But not just any Goddess could have captured his eye,” he shakes his head, “no, she was the Goddess of Love, of Beauty, of Passion. It was said that she was a true sight to behold, but that no matter how lovely she was on the outside, her looks paled in comparison to her true heart, her brilliant mind, and her entire radiant being. She was kind, and caring, and compassionate. She was ethereal, and everything the God himself, was not. But he strived to be worthy of her, to deserve a gentle creature such as she. To win her heart for his very own.”

You nod, completely enraptured by his story. “And did she love him in return?”

“Oh yes, very much. Some say just as much as he loved her, others say she loved him more. But either way, it is a truly beautiful love story, but like all tales of love, tragedy stuck.”

“What happened to them?” You urge, your voice only a whisper. You desperately want to know the whole story, but fear what is to come next for the two lovers.

“The Goddess was stolen away in the night, vanished into thin air as if she’d never been. When the God came to see her, she was nowhere to be found. He scoured the heavens in search of her, for hundreds of years he continued to search. Until he finally realized she wasn’t anywhere in the heavens, she must have fallen to earth, somehow, someway. So he too fell to earth, giving up his title as a God so he could stay on the mortal plane for as long as he needed, for as long as it took to find her—“

“Did he ever find her?” You interject hopefully, your nerves climbing with every passing second. You pray he did, you hope desperately that they were reunited.

Sam chuckles and shakes his head, “patience, Y/N, I’m getting there.”

You huff playfully, but stay silent, motioning for him to continue on.

“But when the God got to earth, he realized he had no way to track her. To find her. As he didn’t know this plane well, at least not well enough to know where to start looking. So he wandered the planet in the hopes of finding her, eventually he stumbled upon a pack of wolves, watching as they flawlessly teamed together and tracked a deer through the woods. Capturing it not long after. And then he knew exactly what he needed to do. He managed to find a very powerful witch, with the help of a few nearby mortals, and told her his love story of woe. She agreed to help him on the condition that he and his descendants protected her and hers, forever. He agreed and then together they offered the wolves a deal. If they helped him find his lost love, he would offer them the opportunity to be man. And that both themselves, and there future lines, would always hold positions of power in his kingdom. They would always be taken care of, and able to control and protect this land from others, forever.”

“And they accepted the deal?” You ask.

Sam smiles widely and nods, “they did. They all agreed to help find the Goddess. So the witch changed them all to man and together they searched for her. Finally finding her not long after, thanks to the wolves. But because he’d given up his Godly powers to search for her, he could no longer return to the heavens. Though he did not want that to stop her from returning herself, should she wish to.”

“She stayed, didn’t she?” You ask through a giant smile. Already guessing that she’d chosen to stay with her true love.

He nods again, “she did. She couldn’t leave him behind, not after going so long without him. Not when he wouldn’t be in the heavens with her. So together they built this castle to be their home. They had a few children, and from there on the kingdom was slowly built into what it is today. And since then, every King to come has had the blood of not one, but two highly respected Gods coursing through them. The blood of two of the most honest, loyal and true eternal beings that there ever was. So their line has maintained those traits, has only bettered them with time. And therefore have all been immune to the troubles of regular man. Meaning none have ever been tyrants, and none ever will.”

“I see,” you nod, not overly believing that reasoning. Not when the current King is a fearsome and ruthless warlord. If you’d ever label anyone a tyrant, it would be him. But you know Sam’s mind is unchangeable on this all. So you leave it alone, choosing to instead ask the next question bouncing around in your head. “And what happened to them? To the fallen Gods, I mean.”

“No one really knows,” he shrugs. “Once their eldest son was old enough to rule the land, they left to live out there days, peacefully and alone. So your guess is as good as mine, about where they’ve both ended up.”

“And the wolves?”

“Well, the God, turned King, kept his promise to them. They all held positions of power in his realm up until they died, and then their children took over their titles. I’m actually a descendant of one of those original wolves,” Sam added that last part proudly.

You nod, a small smile on your lips. It was a beautiful story, to be sure, but that’s all it was. That’s all it could be. A story, a myth, a legend for which Winterbourne’s people could rally behind. Could believe to be the story of their true origin. “That is a truly lovely tale, Sam. Thank you for sharing it with me.”

“It isn’t a tale, Y/N,” he shakes his head. “I will happily stack my life on it’s legitimacy, if that helps ease some of your disbeliefs.“

You furrow your brows, confused by how deeply Sam believes this all to be true. How he believes it so much, that he willingly ignores the fact that his King is a merciless man. One feared by all who learn of him.

But on top of that, you are reminded of how Natasha spoke of the King. Which also deeply confuses you. How can a ruthless warlord King like him, evoke such a loyal response from his ‘Generals’. Yet still be the very thing of nightmares to everyone else. Maybe his ‘Generals’ are actually scared of him? Maybe they fear the consequences of speaking against him. That would seem more believable to you. You’d fear him as well, if you had to interact with him daily. Gods, you fear him now, and you’ve never once even spoken a word to him, never once even so much as laid eyes upon him. So yeah, you can completely believe that they’d truly fear him.

But yet, they all—or at least the two you’ve met thus far—speak of him with such passion. Such love and utter respect. Things of which one can not fake, or pretend. No, those deep emotions can only show through if the speaker wholeheartedly feels them. You nod your head at him, “it eases my mind a little. But that’s all I will say about that, my thoughts on all of this really do not matter here. Especially since I do not plan on staying in this realm any longer than need be.”

He shakes his head and chuckles, as if he is in on a joke for which you are not. But you ignore that feeling. Who are you to question his beliefs? You are no one here, this isn’t your home, nor your people. Plus as you said, you’ll be gone soon, once you are given permission to leave. And then you will most likely never see any of these people again. That last thought though, oddly enough, sends a pang of sadness through your heart. As you are growing rather fond of a few people you’ve met here. But not enough to happily stay confined, in the home of a merciless King, just so you can see them.

“Of course you don’t,” he mumbles quietly as he chuckles once more, then clears his throat, “so, shall we go in?”

You look up and realize you are standing in front of a large wooden door. One you are guessing leads to the dining hall. And just like that your nerves pick up, unsure of what you are going to encounter behind this very door. Who you will be dining with tonight. Will Nat and Bucky be there? Will the King be there!? Oh Gods, you shouldn’t have agreed to this. You should have just eaten alone in your room.

But before you can answer, Sam opens the door and walks you both into the loud room. The sounds of boisterous laughs and lively conversations ring in your ears. And then as if you are transported to somewhere entirely different, all the noise halts and you feel a bunch of eyes upon you now. The room becoming deathly silent. So quiet that you are afraid to even breathe, for fear the sound will echo loudly through the impossibly still room.

You quickly drop your eyes to your feet, afraid to see the expressions now upon everyone's faces. This was a horrible idea. You are going to ring Bucky’s neck the next time you see him—well, if you can even reach it, that is. And if you can even get that close to him, before he figures out what your plan is and stops you. Though you’d gladly spend a night in the cells if it meant teaching him a lesson.

Then all of a sudden there is the sound of chairs scraping on the worn wood floors, and you snap your head up to see everyone now standing. Except not upright, no, they are all bowing in your direction. But there is no way they are all bowing to you. You glance up at Sam, who still stands beside you, and he is already looking down at you. A massive grin on his lips, as he whispers an answer to the question you never actually voiced, “they are all bowing to you.”

Your eyes widen as you look forward again, to see they have all raised their heads now, but yet they just continue to stand there. “Why?” You whisper to him, “I’m not a Noble or a Royal. There is no reason for them to be bowing to me.”

He shrugs, “It's a respect thing. You’ll get used to it.”

“Everyone keeps saying I will get used to it. But then something new happens and I’m once again caught completely off guard. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to any of this,” you mumble, causing Sam to laugh.

“Come on, let’s get the introductions over with or they will just continue to stand there,” he pulls you towards the table and you noticed now that there are 4 spots left open. The head of the table being one of them, hopefully that means the King will not be dining with you tonight. Then the two spots on either side of the King’s, at the end of the table are also still open, though you notice now that Nat sits on the King’s left, in the second seat from the end. And then the final open spot is on the Kings right, directly across from Nat.

Sam pulls you to the open seat on the right of the King’s, which doesn’t seem appropriate at all. This is the place where Bucky should sit, or at the very least an honoured guest. Not you though, not someone who was originally caught trespassing on his land. This all just isn’t right, this isn’t proper.

Sam stands behind the seat next to yours, then begins going around the table and introducing you to everyone.

“Nat you have already met, she is the Kings,” he hesitates for just a second then continues on as if nothing happened, “second in command. She is in charge of tracking and covert operations.”

She nods her head to you, a friendly smirk on her lips.

“Next to Nat is Sir Anthony, he is in charge of our weaponry. He designs and builds all our artillery, his creations are highly sought after but he only produces them for our Kingdom. They give us a great advantage on the battlefield.”

“Yes, please continue stroking my ego, Sammy,” he chuckles then nods his head to you, “but just call me Tony, My Lady. Sir Anthony makes me sound so uptight and boring,” he playfully huffs.

You snort, having attempted to stop the laugh that wanted to bubble out of you just then, but failing to fully catch it in time. You smile at him, “I shall only call you Tony, if you agree to call me Y/N.”

“You have yourself a deal, my dear,” he chuckles, shooting you a wink.

Sam shakes his head, “anyways, moving on. Next to Tony,” he says the name playfully, “is Sir Thorfinn, the head of—“

“Just Thor,” the large mans deep voice cuts in, amusement clear in his voice. Which causes you to snicker quietly to yourself.

Sam sighs, rolling his eyes, and then turns to you. “Okay, to save us some time, I’ll just tell you who they are and what they prefer to be called.” You smirk but nod your agreement to that.

“So, that’s Sir Thorfinn, who goes by Thor. He is the head of the King’s Guard.” Thor smiles widely at you, looking almost like a large puppy. You just want to go over there and rub his belly while telling him that he is ‘such a good boy!’ In your best baby voice. But you refrain, for now. However once the glare from his bright smile subsides, you’re barely able to contain the cringe that wants to rip through you, as you realize he was one of the men who had captured you and Wanda. Then dragged you both back to the holding cells. And now you want to scold him for being a ‘very bad boy!’

“Next is Sir Uruloki, also known as Loki. He is in charge of our dungeons and anything involving prisoners of the King.” The tall, slender man nods, and you recognize him as the other man who caught you and Wanda trespassing. Sam bends down to whisper to you, “even though they don’t look it, Thor and Loki are actually brothers.”

You glance between the two, and he is right, they don’t look like brothers at all.

“It’s a pleasure to see you again, My Lady,” Loki says from his place at the other end of the table. And this time you do cringe. You couldn’t stop it even if you’d tried.

“Yes,” Thor pipes up, a regretful frown now on his lips, “our deepest apologies for yesterday, My Lady. As we deal with many trespassers, one can become rather unfeeling when faced with the same problems over and over again. Though I’ll say that none have ever gotten as far as you did, I should very much like to pick your brain one day, about how you got so far. If that is alright with you?”

You give Thor a small smile, you fully understand that you and Wanda getting as far into the King’s territory as you did, could only stand as a direct reflection on the abilities of Thor's Guards. And that it could make them all look bad and unqualified in the eyes of the people, of the King. What with the fact that two small, untrained women were able to get by them all, unnoticed. “That is alright with me, though I’m not sure how long I will be here, but any day before I leave should work fine. And there are no hard feelings, Thor. I understand that you were just doing your duty.”

“And how is your leg today, My Lady?” He then asks, glancing down as if in shame.

“It is much better today, I’d forgotten all about it, actually.”

And with those words he looks up, and his frown vanishes and is replaced by a giant blinding smile once again. “I am so pleased to hear that,” he nods happily, then Sam continues on.

“Alright, since you already know of the awesomeness that is I,” he gestures to himself, “we will skip me. So that leads us to this handsome devil to my right,” he says as he claps the blonde man on the shoulder, causing the man to chuckle. “This is Sir Clinttun, also known as Clint. He is the head of our Archery Division. The man is as close to a human hawk as you will ever find. He never misses a target.”

You lean forward slightly to see Clint a little better passed Sam, he smiles at you and gives you a small wave, which you return.

“Then beside him is Sir Tobruceian, also known as Bruce. He is a philosopher, and doesn’t really head up one thing in particular. But more so dabbles in a great many things, mainly astronomy, alchemy and medicine. Whichever calls to him that day, really.”

You glance to Bruce and see him nod, but he doesn’t look at you. You assume he must just be extremely shy. Which doesn’t bother you one bit.

“And then last but not least is Sir Scott, he oversees the town of Winterbourne. He is sort of like a Mayor and a Sheriff all mixed into one. He takes care of the needs of our townsfolk and helps play the middle man between the King and the people.”

You look down towards the man, who gives off such a friendly and approachable vibe. You can instantly tell he is probably perfect for his position, even before speaking a single word to the man. “What, no shortened name, Scott?” You playfully ask, “I’m not too call you cot, or something of the like?”

Everyone at the table bursts out laughing, Scott laughing the hardest out of the bunch, “if you wish to call me that, feel free, My Lady. But unfortunately, it’s normally just Scott, I’m clearly not as fancy as the lot of em.” He glares playfully at the others then grins widely at you.

“Then I shall call you Scott as well,” you grin back at him. “As I rather like that name, it suits you very well—“

A deep menacing growl reverberates around the room, halting your words and trapping them in your throat. Everyone's laughter ceases immediately and you look around to see everyone now facing something—or someone—behind you, and bowing their heads respectfully. A shiver runs down your spine, but oddly enough, it isn’t a bad one. It’s a rather pleasant one, actually.

You turn and come face to face with those gorgeous blue eyes from last night. The ones attached to the ridiculously large blonde who caught you. The giant golden wolf.

Your eyes widen as you just stand there, staring at him for a moment. He is much more handsome than you remembered, and maybe even more handsome than anyone you have ever laid eyes on before, or at least anyone you can actually remember laying eyes upon. Being that you still can’t remember much from before Wanda and Pietro found you in the woods—but just then a thought crashes into your dazed mind. Is he the King?

Oh Gods!! He is the King!

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ificanwriteiscannon · 5 years

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Ben Hardy Imagine – James Oliver Jones

A\N: Picture is not mine. This is angst with a happy ending cause I’m a cheesy bitch who cant write anything without a happy finale.

SUMMARY: Ben and Y\N just welcomed their baby boy into the world. But after complications during pregnancy, will Ben have to raise his son without his wife?

The ‘bips’ from the machines almost drove him crazy after the second week. Gwil did say that people in coma could hear the sounds around them, and he wasn’t wrong; Ben remembered seeing something about it in Discovery. The blond took the woman’s hand in his, his eyes filling with tears from the coldness coming from it. Her nails painted in a vivid blue but still almost lifeless.

“You know love, I made a real man’s move yesterday” Ben caressed his wife’s hand as the beep filled his ears again. “I took him home and-“The actor’s voice failed him as he did his best not to cry. “I took our boy home and I’m doing what I can- I even made Joe brush his teeth before bed, that’s got have to count for something right?!” Ben chuckled but his smiled faded as he got no reply from the woman in the hospital bed.

“I’m doing what I can here, love. Please come back to me.” Tears filled his eyes and this time they rolled along his face.

He was at the bar. Some friends brought him to celebrate his last day before he left for the X-men movie, but the celebration was long forgotten when he spotted her. The girl sat alone in the bar and talked to the bartender. She was stunning. Beautiful. Perfect, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

“That’s enough Benny, you go there talk to the girl in the bar before one of these other shitheads go” His friend whispered and nudged him in the arm. He knew that sober he would never have the courage to get up and talk to that girl, but luckily the alcohol in his system gave him plenty

“Wow, straight tequila. You’re going to be sorry in the morning..” Ben heard the voice from the bartender as the men yet again served his mysterious girl.

“I’m always sorry in the morning. But tomorrow is my first day at this big dream job and I’m almost shitting in my pants, so.. Keep them coming”

“Well, if you say so..” She lifted her glass and cheered getting a chuckle from the bartender

“Double scotch single malt, please” Ben said sitting at her side. Feeling her gaze upon him made him sober up and almost get up and run for the hills. Almost.

“So, uhmm.., is this a good place to hang out?” Ben was insecure and his voice shocked even himself. ‘C’mon man, get it together’

“I wouldn’t know. I’ve never been here before.” Her reply was short and dry as she motioned for another dose

“Not from around here, hum?!” She stared at the glass in front of her, shaking it in her hand “I’ve actually never been here either. It used to be a bowling place but now is a nice pub..”

Silence.

“So you’re ignoring me” He chuckled.

“I’m trying to.” She spoke slowly not turning to him. Ben supported his head on his hand at the counter and faced her, a small smile on his lips. “Don’t get me wrong. It’s just, tomorrow is a big day at work and for a while I won’t have ‘me’ time, so tonight is just about me and tequila.”

“Well, if that is the case, you should think of me as a goodbye to social interactions in pubs. Besides, you shouldn’t ignore me.” She let out a small laugh and he couldn’t help himself as he felt more and more attracted to this woman. Not only physical, but something about her just made him beg for more.

“Well mr., give me one good reason to don’t ignore you”

“Because I am a person you have to know to love” He replied taking a sip of his drink.

“Wow, confident aren’t we?!” She laughed “Shame, it’s not enough” She faked a sad face and turned front again

“Nah, that’s not ‘the end’…,”Ben insisted as he noticed her take side glances at him “ So, what’s your story?”

“No story, just a girl in a bar”

…

Ben felt cold. And regretful. As he questioned himself why he drank too much the last night he opened his eyes and strangely didn’t recognize his surroundings. He supported himself on his elbows and lifted a small piece of something that came in touch with his hands as soon as he touched the cold ground he laid on. A bra.

“This is..-”

“Uncomfortable and awkward? Yes and yes. You have to go.” The voice of the girl from the bar filled his ears, and Ben couldn’t help but smile as the night before came back in a few flashes.

“I don’t even get a full name basis or a phone?” She threw him his pants and underwear. He put them on with a smirk noticing her stare.

“No and no..” She replied biting her lip

“Sure? You never know, I can be your soulmate. We did have great sex last night” He lifted one eyebrow as she rolled her eyes trying to hide her smile.

“Goodbye Ben” She replied opening the door as he collected his jacket from the floor by the entrance.

“We will see each other again. I know this stuff. It’s meant to be, mark my words my lady” She rolled her eyes again and he kissed her fiercely “Goodbye Y\N”

”You know, Joe keeps leaving these frappuccinos around and if you don’t wake up someone will start drinking. You, better than anyone, do know Gwilym’s policy about wasting coffee.. I am kidding love. They’ll be here when you wake up.” He took her hand in his, kissing each knuckle.

“You know who else will be here when you wake up? Our beautiful son. Can’t wait for you to see him, love. He is amazing. He is so strong and perfect, just like you.” Ben paused taking a look in his wife’s face. God, he missed her smile, her laugh, or her sassy remarks. He missed her stupid jokes with Joe and the way she looked at him. “But he needs his mom..- I- I need his mom. And he doesn’t even have a name.. We were supposed to do that together. You promised that”

It was late. 3 maybe 4 am. Ben had come home early from the set that day and after dinner and a movie they went to bed. Expect he just couldn’t sleep.

Placenta previa, the doctor said. It was a risk for both Y\N and the baby. They could lose him. He could lose her. He could lose both of them.

“Ben” Her sleepy voice filled his ears “What are you doing?” He couldn’t help but smile at her. She looked just as perfect as the morning after the night he met her, but now eight months pregnant.

“I was- I am – I mean, I-“ He was scarred. Everything could go wrong. But that was no way in hell he would make her worry.

“I know.” Y\N said approaching him. She hugged him, as far as her big baby belly let her, burying her face in his chest. “ I worry too. But everything is going to be ok.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because I know this stuff, and we are meant to be remember?” She looked up and Ben kissed her forehead smiling

“Do you promise?”

“I promise”

“ He is such a great boy Y\N. He loves the green blanket you bought by the way. He also loves listening to Lucy, it really calms him down, but then I guess is what you call the ‘godmother effect’ right?” The actor took a deep breath and laid his head in the bed, by the side of Y\N’s hand.

“I’m so scarred, love. I can’t do this without you. I need you here. I’m just afraid we’re going to lose you and it is just gonna be the two of us.. And he doesn’t even have a name..” The tears rolled free across his face. He couldn’t remember a time where he wasn’t at a break of crying these days.

“James..- It’s James Oliver Jones, ok?” Her voice, broken and sore, filled his ears and his face turned to her. Y\N had her eyes closed but he recognized that annoyed frown between her eyebrows. And that took a smile from Ben. Something he only felt lately, when he held his son.

“James Oliver..- God, you scared me” He jumped from the chair kissing her head and holding his wife close.

“Hey Ben we- Y\N?” Joe’s voice filled the couple’s ears as he and Rami entered the room.

“Thank god” Rami whispered holding his tears. Joe covered his face clearly relieved too.

“Joe said he would disown me if I left without permission” Y\N said making the actors share a laugh.

“Damn right I would.. Well, I’m about to be the third best guy in your life when you meet your first one” Getting the cue, Rami opened the door and got off to call someone.

“Is he ok?” Y\N turned worried to her husband

“He is perfect” Joe left the couple alone and went out as to help Rami. “I should get the doctor and-“

“No, please. Let’s just be you, me and our baby boy for a minute.”

“I’m almost sure those lads are not leaving our side for a while” Ben same with a small laugh

“It’s ok. They are all the godparents after all. God, this baby will be so spoiled” They both laughed and Ben kissed her sweetly.

“Well, well, my babies had a baby. And he is perfect..” Ben’s mother came in the room carrying the small James. She also had tears in her eyes as she witnessed her daughter in law hold her grandson for the first time.

“Hey James,.. Remember me? I am your mom. I missed you so much.” Y\N said with her son in her arms, playing with his small feet. A sob left her as some sort of relief washed over the yet small family.

At the door, Rami held a very emotional Lucy as she cried. Joe and Gwilym smiled and hugged, They were all filled with happiness. The family was finally complete.

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olicitysecretsanta · 6 years

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Rings - Olicity Secret Santa 2017

Dear Carol ( @tdgal1 ),

I wish you a very merry Christmas and I hope this fic will be a nice addition to that for you. I tried to write you a fluffy fake dating soulmate AU, even though I’ve never written a soulmate fic before. At about a thousand words I realized I wasn’t even halfway through the story, so here’s a five thousand word fic for you, I hope you enjoy it :)

Lots of love,

Sietske ( @sweetme86 )

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Title: Rings

Rating: General

Tags: #Olicity #soulmate AU #fake dating #no island #OSS2017

Wordcount: 5087

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Legend said the Mark only appeared when one’s soul truly recognized its other half. In the seventies this had been reinterpreted to mean that you needed to sleep with your soulmate to make the Mark appear and in some instances, that did work. Of course, it also occasionally happened when people didn’t sleep together, but sex was a fun and easy way to connect to someone.

It didn’t take long for movements to emerge that protested using sex as a trigger, especially when cases of a true soulmate connection were found less and less. People were pointing fingers at promiscuity being the cause of the diminishing amount of soulmate matches.

The truth of the matter is that no-one knows exactly why soulmate matches are found so few and far between, that finding your one true match has become somewhat of a legend. Oliver Queen used to proclaim loudly and for everyone to hear that “it’s not a crime to try and find my soulmate, is it?”, whenever faced with paparazzi asking him about his very active love life.

The wink and suggestive smile that accompanied a statement like that had Felicity rolling her eyes at her screen. It’s not like she really kept up with the guy, but as a Queen Consolidated employee she had decided to do some research on the recently re-emerged ‘heir to the throne’. A little over a year ago she found herself in Starling City because QC offered her a job far away from her past. Though the playboy billionaire hadn’t gone completely unnoticed in her periphery, he also wasn’t someone she’d given a lot of thought.

It was rumoured – though never confirmed – that his parents had been soulmates. After Mr. Queen’s unexpected death, his wife had become somewhat reclusive and Oliver Queen had disappeared from the limelight and most likely from Starling City entirely. His best friend and partner in crime still made the gossip rags occasionally, but he too seemed to have cleaned up his act quite a bit.

A little over a week ago, every local news station was buzzing with the news of Oliver Queen’s return to Starling City and the rumours mostly seemed to revolve around his possible future within Queen Consolidated. Granted, the gossip rags were more interested in the ring on his finger and whether it concealed a Mark or perhaps implied a serious relationship.

Felicity didn’t care what the gossip rags were writing, but was interested in his possible involvement in his family’s company. If Oliver Queen truly was going to play a part in Queen Consolidated, it might have repercussions for her, hence her digging through old news-articles and video of one Oliver Queen.

She had been keeping a low profile at QC, trying not to stand out too much, but doing enough to ensure she got to keep her job. Her boss had always been eager to lick the heels of his bosses, and with Oliver Queen possibly returning her boss might just be looking to set an example of his 'expert leadership’.

The whole Cooper fiasco hadn’t left her uninterested in coding, but it had been a serious reality check regarding the power of a well-crafted virus. She enjoyed working with computers, helping systems run smoother with a line of code so clever she considered it to be poetry, but she never again wanted what happened with Cooper to happen again.

The ring on her finger was a result of the Cooper-fiasco. She figured if her love for Cooper was able to blind her so much so that she didn’t see his true motives, it would be exponentially worse in the event she ever – against the odds – found her soulmate. Soulmate matches happened rarely, but she was rather safe than sorry.

She knew like no other how much a person could change in just a few years, so when she was only able to find evidence of Oliver’s past digressions and next to nothing about his current exploits – or the last five years of his life for that matter, she decided to call it quits. Of course, she could dig a little deeper, but that would require hacking and she’d mostly given that up after the call that informed her of the fate of her ex-boyfriend a few years ago.

Felicity told herself that it didn’t really matter anyway. She’d been able to hang on to this job long enough without drawing unwanted attention; as long as she didn’t give her boss a reason to really notice her, the appearance of Oliver Queen shouldn’t have an impact on her position.

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“Felicity?”

Her head snapped up at the voice that had rapidly become familiar in the last three months. “Oliver.” She slowly let go of the tension that had involuntarily lodged itself in her throat when his greeting startled her out of her coding zone.

She had tried so hard to stay under the radar, but apparently Mr. Queen’s hearing was better than she’d counted on. Her so-called boss had been trying to make himself seem better than he was when Oliver made his rounds through all the departments and Felicity had scoffed at the man’s blatant lies.

She thought she had covered it up well enough by following it up with a bit of a cough, but Mr. Queen’s eyes had found hers with a laser-like focus. He insisted she call him Oliver after that, and for some reason he kept singling her out in every meeting since.

“Anyone ever tell you to start wearing a cowbell or something? Stop sneaking up on me!” She tried to hold on to her glare when she looked at him, but as usual the amusement in his eyes was too contagious and any annoyance melted away like snow landing on not yet frozen ponds.

“I wasn’t trying to be sneaky Felicity, your focus on your work is simply stronger than should be humanly possible. Which is why I’ve come down here actually, could you take a look at this?” He handed her a folder and a USB. Why he insisted on paper copies when he could save a tree and stay digital was a mystery she hadn’t yet solved.

It was one of the very few mysteries she hadn’t really tried solving.

If he stayed digital he wouldn’t have a reason to travel down eighteen floors and see her in person, it would be a good idea to convince him to just email her when he wanted her to do something.

He was probably wasting precious time.

He must have better things to do than deliver projects to her personally.

He was being groomed to take over as CEO after all.

So why hadn’t she tried to convince him of this yet?

She told herself it was because he was smart enough to figure this out himself. After all, he’d come back from obscurity with an MBA to his name and had managed to convince the board of directors to put a Queen back at the helm of QC, be it on the condition he shadow the current acting CEO –Walter Steele – for a year before taking over.

Before she made the conscious decision to do so, her hand was already plugging the USB drive into the computer. A frown made its way to her face after flipping open the folder in her hands though.

She chanced a look at the man standing in front of her desk, but he was studiously looking at something behind her. Strange, as the only thing behind her was a blank wall. His fingers were rubbing together and if she were a gambler she’d wager he was, nervous? She’d never seen him nervous before.

“Are you sure this is the right folder?” She asked him.

His eyes flitted to her, to the folder and back to her in the span of a second. “Mmhm, yes,” He told her before his eyes went back to the apparently riveting image of the wall behind her.

Right.

“These are what, files on your family?” She was flipping through the pages that each held a portrait picture in the top right corner of the page, followed by basic information she imagined finding on résumés or if your mind went a less innocent direction, perhaps on police files. She recognized his sister, a guy she remembered seeing in a few articles regarding his sister, his mother, and finally Oliver himself.

It didn’t happen often that she was lost for words, but she had no idea what to make of this. He had developed a tendency to come to her with more delicate problems in projects he had taken an interest in, but never something with this much personal information.

She noticed him standing stock still at her desk and again not meeting her eyes, before she went back to skimming through the folder.

In addition to simple facts like age and education, there was more personal information provided too. The sheet on his sister contained a few anecdotes seemingly written from the viewpoint of a big brother; the guy on the next sheet was listed as his sister’s boyfriend of six months; according to the information on his mother, she was someone that put her family before anything else. There wasn’t much on Oliver, other than his current activities, a couple movies he liked and some other titbits that seemed more appropriate to talk about if they were on a date.

She closed the folder and tried to catch his eye, “Oliver, what-”

“There’s more detailed information on the USB, but I figured it might be best to just start with the basics.” He had started scuffing the toe of his shoe against the floor, which was odd. His fingers rubbing against each other usually was the only nervous gesture that he didn’t seem to be able to contain.

She looked up at him incredulously. “More detailed information? Oliver, why do I now have dossiers on your closest family?!” She whisper-shouted at him, looking around to make sure they were alone.

“We’re friends right? I mean, we’re friendly. That…” He seemed to be gearing himself up for something, “Yeah, you- you tell me things that aren’t – you know – always about, well- sometimes we… talk? About- Not always about work stuff. And you tell me when I’m being an idiot. I’m not sure why but I feel like I can trust you?” He huffed out a laugh as he hung his head.

She expected him to keep talking, but as the silence grew thicker she couldn’t help but blurt out, “Was there a question I missed somewhere in that mess or did you suddenly just go mute?”

She scrunched up her face as soon as the sentence escaped her, she wasn’t usually this rude. Especially not to him.

“My sister is too romantic for her own good and has gotten it into her head that I need to start dating again. She’s so happy in her own relationship I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s actually delirious because of it.” The words came so fast she had to take a moment to process.

As soon as what he was saying filtered through though, her eyes found the ring on his left hand.

He wasn’t entirely wrong, they did sometimes talk about other things than work. Well, she babbled, he listened. They hadn’t ever talked about something as personal as their dating lives (or absence thereof). They both wore a ring, but most likely for very different reasons.

“Dating?” She shoved down the anxiety his words caused. “I don’t mean to pry, but you’re wearing a ring. Why would she try to get you to date?” The question made her chest ache, she didn’t want to discuss his ring, or her own for that matter.

He chuckled, “yeah, you’d think wouldn’t you. She’s been very, enthusiasticabout her own relationship. Shares more than I ever wanted to know about my baby sisters love life. I don’t think she’s ever believed you could fall in love without having found your soulmate, but ever since meeting Roy she’s over the moon, says the fates just can’t keep up with her. She doesn’t seem to realise that when she says stuff like that it only makes me call her Speedy more often.”

The soft look that had taken over his awkward fumbling while talking about his sister made her smile at him. “You’re still wearing a ring though. Can’t make it much clearer you’re not interested” she said, “And it also doesn’t explain why you felt the need to give me all sorts of random information about your family”.

Oliver wearing a ring wasn’t something she really dwelled on. When he had started showing up in her corner of QC more often, she took comfort from it. Wearing a ring had become a way to turn your back on the idea of a soulmate. Traditionally people exchanged rings during a wedding ceremony, some bearing the delicate designs inspired by the Mark that appeared circling the third finger of ones left hand. Some people chose a ring designed wide enough to cover an existing Mark or even to hide the fact there wasn’t a Mark there.

She figured she could deal with him worming his way into her life, because they both weren’t interested in finding a deeper connection.

“I know,” he replied. “Thea knows I don’t have a Mark and thinks I’m only wearing the ring for the public eye. People around here have a hard time letting go of the person I was before I left.

"She’s not completely wrong, it is easier to fend off unwanted advances with a ring on my finger, but it’s not the entire story. But I don’t really want to talk the entire story through with her.”

He started shuffling his feet again, maybe he would finally explain himself properly. His mouth opened twice without any sound coming out before he groaned and scrubbed his hand over his face. She thought she heard him say “Why is this so hard?” But couldn’t be sure as his hand was still covering part of his face.

“Just spit it out already!” She threw her hands up before sagging back against her office chair.

“Come to the pre-Christmas weekend with me so my sister stops trying to set me up with people” he said, in the same tone of voice he used to ask her help with a project.

She blinked, “What.”

“The pre-Christmas weekend? I told you about it last-”

She cut him off mid explanation, “Yeah I remember. And I heard you, all the words came through crystal clear. It’s just- the words aren’t making any sense. You… you want me to what, be your girlfriend for your family’s weekend getaway? Your Christmas getaway, with your, you know, family. As your girlfriend”

It took him a while to answer, and she had just started hoping she was just having a really elaborate case of word confusion when he said, “Yes”.

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“I still can’t believe you wrote me files on your family.” They had been driving for a little over an hour and the view had become limited because of the trees on either side of the road.

He answered without hesitation, “You are always very thorough in any research I ask you to do. You come well prepared to meetings and you’re usually two steps ahead of everybody else. I figured I should do the same if I had any chance of convincing you to go along with this ridiculous plan.” He took his eyes off the road for a second to smile at her.

There was a tug in her belly as their eyes connected and she studiously ignored it, opting to keep her focus on the foliage around her instead. The sunlight filtering through the leaves left the air around the car tinted in a faint green. There were spots of snow on the ground between the trees, and any sunlight that made it that far created sparkles in the snow.

The world was beautiful out here.

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She wasn’t entirely sure why she had agreed to this. Butterflies were wreaking havoc inside her from the moment the car slowed down- they had arrived.

The cabin –palace, she corrected herself- was gorgeous, the combination of wood, rock and enormous windows took her breath away. She felt a hand settle in the small of her back and looked up to see Oliver had already put their luggage on the wrap-around porch and had come back to the car, where she was still standing, gaping at the most luxurious mountain cabin she’d ever seen. Her nose and cheeks were tingling and she was pretty sure the cold had turned her normally fair skin red.

“Come on, let’s get you inside. Thea and mom are already here, I’ll introduce you.”

He smiled at her slightly panicked face, “They don’t bite you know”.

At least the nerves of meeting his mom and sister made it easier to ignore the tugging in her belly for now. “I know! Well not know know, because I’ve never met them, but I’m assuming. Most civilized people don’t bite. As far as I know.”

She threw him a desperate look, “Don’t let me babble when I meet them, they’ll never stop setting you up with people if they think I’m a crazy person!”

His responding chuckle calmed her down and made her feel a little less cold while they made their way to the 'cabin’.

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“Ollie!” His sister almost knocked him over in her enthusiasm, “and you brought a friend? I didn’t think you were being serious!” She winked at him before looking Felicity up and down.

“Don’t be rude Speedy. This is Felicity, I would appreciate it if you could act like a normal human being- don’t want to scare her away now do you?” He teased before turning to Felicity again. “Felicity, meet Thea, my sister and bane of my existence.”

She pressed her lips tight together, but her eyes betrayed her mirth, “Nice to meet you Thea,” she said as she extended her arm, “Oliver’s told me so much about you.”

Thea ignored her gesture, instead going in for a hug, “I’m not as bad as he’d like you to believe, promise,” She whispered before bouncing back on her heels. “Mom went for a walk, but said to tell you to get settled in the blue room, she’s had it made up for you two.” Already walking further into the house, she said over her shoulder, “Dinner’s at seven, don’t make me sit through it by myself!”

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The next morning after breakfast, Oliver took her on a tour of the cabin. He had a story for pretty much every corner they turned, and none of them were really about the cabin itself.

Everything he talked about was linked to Thea, or his best friend Tommy, “You see this nick right here?” He pointed to a scratch in the woodwork next to yet another bedroom, “Thea was running after me and Tommy again, but instead of letting her catch us, we kept dodging her. This is where Tommy dodged right into a side table with this huge vase on top. He managed to catch the vase, but the corner of the table dug its way into the wall.”

There was a smile on his face she’d seen a lot since they made it to the cabin, and it tugged on something deep inside her every time without fail. If she’d known this would happen she might not have come. It wasn’t supposed to happen, this was never supposed to happen. He was a friend, nothing more. The only reason she was here was because he didn’t want a- she cut that thought off before it could fully form. 'Getting a bit ahead of yourself there, aren’t you Smoak’, she berated herself. He wore a ring for a reason, hell, she wore a ring for a reason.

Unaware of her inner turmoil, Oliver continued, “It’s a miracle he managed to hold on to the vase, because Thea barrelled right into him as soon as he stopped running.” He looked at her and the smile slipped off his face.

“Are you okay Felicity?” He asked, concern lacing his voice.

“Yeah, sorry, I spaced for a second there,” she forced a smile back on her face, “you’ve got a lot of history here, it’s a shame you don’t get to share it with someone special.” The minute the words left her mouth, her heart skipped a beat. Why would she even go there?

She mentally cursed her wayward thoughts, making their way into the real world without her permission. They hadn’t really delved deep into their histories, but they covered the basics before coming here- neither of them wanted a romantic relationship. She just wasn’t sure that was completely true anymore.

She sighed, releasing a deep breath, “Sorry, my brain’s a bit scrambled. I didn’t sleep very well, strange environment and all that. Ugh,” she put her hand to her head as she scrunched up her nose as she continued, “here I am, complaining of a lack of sleep when you were bent like a pretzel all night, your back must be killing you”.

“TMI guys, T. M. I.” Thea said as she walked towards them, “I was coming to get you for hot chocolate, but I’m gonna look for something to wash my imagination away first.” She started backing away the way she’d come. Right before she was out of sight again, she said, “Tell me, what’s the best way to get rid of mental images? Bleach or vinegar?”

Felicity leaned into Oliver’s shoulder to smother the giggle that escaped her, even as her cheeks flamed a deep red. Oliver pulled her into a hug, as though they had been used to physical contact for years instead of days.

“Come on,” he said, “let’s find that hot chocolate”. His hands slid from their place around her, down her arms until he was holding her hands in his. They started walking, following Thea’s footsteps towards the kitchen.

She didn’t notice they were still holding hands until they were in the kitchen and he had to let go to pull her seat out for her.

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Dinner that night had been strange. Would have been strange even without Thea’s not so subtle digs about pretzels and other bendy snacks. She’d hoped sitting across the table from Oliver would give her a little respite, because all day they’d been in contact in some way or other and it was messing with her head.

It was like they were magnetized and with every movement or turn their fingers would brush, or his hand found its way to the small of her back or to her shoulder. Walking around in the snow outside had been nice too, but she had to hold on to his arm because her boots didn’t have enough grip on the icy paths around the cabin. She just didn’t want to fall on her face!

All that contact had only led to more frustration though, because it wasn’t just her. If it was, she could’ve easily pushed it down, ignored the pull. But he felt it too, she was sure of it.

So she sat across from him, instead of next to him. He’d been giving her strange looks during dinner though, and as soon as dessert had been finished he claimed the mountain-air had wiped him out and went up to their room. Instead of joining him, like the pull inside her told her to, she curled up on the couch near the fireplace, staring at the fire.

The warmth from the fire and the excitement of the day’s events had her almost nodding off right then and there, if it weren’t for Thea joining her. The younger girl was uncharacteristically quiet, perhaps picking up on the strange tension between her and Oliver. They were sitting in silence next to each other for a while, before Thea was carefully choosing her words.

“He’s been avoiding relationships since his first girlfriend dumped him, that’s not a new thing.”

She pauses, like she’s not entirely sure how much she wants to share, “She got angry because her Mark didn’t appear after they slept together.” Thea’s twisting her fingers together in her lap and doesn’t look up at Felicity.

Curious as to where she’s going with this, Felicity looks at her but stays quiet, letting Thea search for words, “With dad dying and everything that came to light with it, he didn’t want anything to do with romantic relationships. When he came back home with that ring on his finger, I really thought for a second he’d found someone, that he wasn’t so lonely anymore. But he’d only closed himself off more, it’s like he didn’t come back at all.”

Thea looks up at Felicity then, big wide eyes with so much innocence and hope. She looks so much younger than she had all weekend, “A few weeks ago he started to change, mentioned this blonde genius every now and then.

"I’m glad he has you now, I think he’s finally coming back home.” Completely unaware of how much she rattled Felicity, she gives her a quick hug, whispers “goodnight” and leaves Felicity sitting on the couch.

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By the time she gets to their bedroom, Oliver is already asleep on the couch. She’d told him the bed was big enough for two friends to share, but he’d insisted. She stands there for a second, taking in the silhouette of his slowly rising and falling chest, before pulling herself away to get ready for bed.

She’s staring at the ceiling for what feels like forever, letting her mind play through every interaction she had with Oliver over the past few days. She’s pretty sure what she’s feeling isn’t one sided, but Oliver hasn’t given her any indication he wants to do something about it. In fact, he seems to have been pulling away ever since dinner.

Even if he was interested in more, he wasn’t the only one with a history that influenced the way he saw romance. She wasn’t wearing her ring for style. Letting someone in terrified her, so why was she even trying to analyse every look and touch Oliver gave her? She rolled over and groaned into her pillow, before remembering she wasn’t alone in the room.

On the outside she froze up, but her heartbeat thundered in her ears, not allowing her to listen for changes in Oliver’s breathing. She didn’t know how long she’d been laying there, willing her heartbeat to calm down so she could hear any other sounds in the room, but while she was waiting she finally managed to drift off to sleep.

*–*–*–*–*

Felicity woke to the sound of Oliver brushing his teeth in the connecting bathroom. She was still groggy from sleep as she padded her way over in her sleep-shorts and t-shirt. Her hair was a tangled mess and she was rubbing the sleep from her eyes when she entered the bathroom. “Morning” she said around a yawn, before grabbing her own toothbrush.

He looked at her with a soft look in his eyes that was in direct contrast to the way he’d been looking at her last night. He probably hadn’t been awake for long either, as he was still in the sweatpants and shirt he was using as pajamas. He spit and rinsed before replying with a quiet “good morning”.

There wasn’t a lot of room for him to pass her on his way out, and she felt the heat of his body on her back when he paused right behind her, rested his hand on her hip and pressed a kiss to her temple. He continued on as if this wasn’t out of the ordinary at all, until he was back in the bedroom. Felicity blinked hard, wondering if perhaps she hadn’t woken up at all yet. On autopilot she rinsed out her mouth and dried her hands. A pinch to her arm convinced her that no, she wasn’t still sleeping.

In a daze she walked out of the bathroom, only to walk right into Oliver. He looked at her like a deer caught in the headlights.

So she wasn’t crazy for being confused.

They stood there for what felt like an eternity, just staring at each other, until Oliver finally breaks the silence, “You weren’t- This wasn’t- God Felicity, I didn’t bring you here for this, I swear.”

He swallows. Her hands are in his- how did that happen? He folds their hands together before putting them flat against his chest.

She can feel his heartbeat against her hands, as the heat of his skin slowly seeps through his shirt and into the palms of her hands. Her own heart picks up speed and that weird tugging feeling she’d started experiencing the last two days comes back in full force. It almost physically makes her take a step closer to him, but she’s already standing as close to him as one person can stand to another without being pressed together entirely.

There’s an instinct telling her exactly where this is headed, and though she’s been so afraid of it for so long, right here right now, with Oliver so close, she feels safe. Safer and more at ease than she’s felt in a really long time.

She looks up and he’s right there, looking back at her. There’s so much tenderness in his eyes, but she can see badly concealed fear lurking in the shadows. The kind of fear that is only present when faced with hope you thought was crushed long ago.

They might have very different reasons to fear love, avoid the possibility even, but the essence of it is the same. They see each other for who they are. And just like that, she knows it’s okay to be scared, she’s just not going to let it hold her back anymore.

She lifts her face up as he leans towards her, his hand sliding over her shoulder to the back of her neck, fingers tangling in her hair. She can’t help the giddy smile that takes over her lips right before they connect to his.

Neither of them notices the appearance of the beautifully detailed matched markings, wrapping around the ring-fingers of the hands still entwined between them.

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bushlaboo · 7 years

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if you haven’t, you should (part xxvii)

27th installment of my Olicity-centric Arrow fanfiction recommendations, parts: I, II, III, IV, V, VI,VII, VIII, IX, X, XI, XII, XIII, XIV, XV, XVI, XVII, XVIII, XIX, XX, XXI, XXII, XXIII, XXIV, XXV & XXVI.

I am going to start off with a slew of @thatmasquedgirl recommendations. My wifey has been prolific and brilliant of late: first up, a little something I inspired, say pineapple to Masque and she thinks Psych (as should we all) and when thinking about Psych meets Olicity prompts this beautiful craziness ensues: Cat in the Cradle (Or in Felicity's Apartment). Then of course when she has a fake!psychic!Felicity AU happening and I put a little word in her ear about that version meeting fake!pyschic!Oliver this bit of delight followed: Close Company. But I’m not the only one giving her ideas, thanks to @thebookjumper's Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon we’ve also been gifted with this stellar Tarzan AU: Uncharted Territory. (Seriously if Masque doesn’t write more in this verse I will cry bitter tears of woe.) Last, but never least, the latest installment in Deathstroke!Felicity: Bite the Bullet. AND OMG MASQUE JUST POSTED SOMETHING IN THE Dark, Dirty, Dangerous series – this was like my fave, after TA, until recently. I HAVE DIED AND GONE TO HEAVEN: Hostile Territory.

In the Wake of Yesterday by foreverfelicityqueen (@stydiasredstring) & holysmoaksoliver (@holysmoaksoliver ). The long awaited follow-up to Before the World Wakes. Malcolm is using Felicity, Waller is using Tommy and Oliver has finally decided to return home – without a heads up – can our beloved trio get their acts together and save the day? If you’ve haven’t read this series consider me very mad at you. It is magnificent.

The Love Thieves: Ludus by TrueMyth. Another long awaited sequel (to The Love Thieves: Amour de Soi), Felicity and Oliver are assigned a Section mission where they must play married. @truemyth has out done herself with the UST, mission stakes, and creepy bad guy. I beg of you: read, comment, and kudos.

Beneath the Shadowed Hood (There is a Mark Upon My Countenance) by geniewithwifi (@geniewithwifi). Steampunk!Soulmate AU. It is nearly impossible to describe what is going on with this fic, but it so amazing. Just go, READ IT. You won’t regret it.

Felicity Smoak and the City of Gold by acheaptrickandacheesyoneline. Part Mummy, part National Treasure and whole lot of fun … librarian Felicity Smoak gets pulled into a treasure hunt with Oliver Queen, son of the famous adventurer and treasure hunter Robert Queen, whose out to make his own mark on the world.

My Home series by adiwriting (@adiwriting ). AU series of stories where Oliver and Felicity are childhood friends separated when her mother moves them to Las Vegas. Throughout the years they maintain their more than friendship before Oliver Queen is lost at sea … or is he?

Panthera Pardus by AlexiaBlackbriar13. Another of my talented wives has been busy spinning her AU web, this time werepanther!Oliver. @alexiablackbriar13 has also updated her Man's Best Friend verse with Betrayed Hatred. So much Quentin Lance in this one and I adore it!

Hide Away {We Could Be Beautiful} by beinmyheart . No Island/Arrow AU that takes a realistic look at life for Felicity wheelchair bound as she takes on a new job as the EA to a certain CEO.

The Mirror in the Attic by Sophie1973. AU with time traveling. Felicity Smoak inherits a crumbling house from the reclusive Oliver Queen. Having no connection to him, his gift is a mystery she finds herself compelled to answer, but the impossible happens when a mirror leads her to meet Oliver Queen in the 1940s.

At the Edge of the Ocean by Bindy417 (@bindy417). Mermaid!Felicity and no crazy mercenaries (or Sara) island AU.

Not The One From Delphi by ExcellentlyEllen. Dueling vigilantes kind of, sort of AU. The Green Arrow doesn’t like the new vigilante that has popped up in Starling City, little does he know, she’s a lot closer to him than he knows.

Left To Fate by MISSYriver (@missyriver). Sort of inspired Serendipity AU. Fate brought them together and circumstances pulled them apart, but will they be able to find each other again before it is too late?

ribs are a cage (of a wild heart) by sarcastic_fina (@sarcasticfina). A Teen Wolf inspired AU. Honestly I’ve never seen the show, I am not 100% sure what is happening, but I love it anyhow.

some fairytale bliss by callistawolf (@callistawolf). Post 5.23 fic, Oliver, Felicity & gang returning to Star City. Each chapter is inspired by TheBookJumper's Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon prompts.

Beyond The Spotlight by arrow_through_my_writers_block. Sort of Bodyguard-ish but so many twist. Pop star Felicity Smoak has a mysterious past that is rearing its ugly head. When threats get too close to home new bodyguard Oliver Queen is brought on to strengthen her security and keep her safe.

The Beast Within by felicityollies (@felicityollies). Soulmate AU with a twist. Oliver comes back from Lian Yu with more than just arrow-ing abilities, he’s also a werewolf.

Bonds That Can't Be Broken by Wherethereissmoak. Alpha/Beta/Omega AU where a drunken night in Vegas leads to a certain duo bonding without remembering who exactly with ... and how they find each other again. Also by @wherethereissmoak ... To supplement her income Felicity Smoak is a donor to the outed vampire population, ready to retire her last feeding job is Oliver Queen. Sparks fly and things happen: Tastes like pure joy.

Of Sutures, Spilled Juice, and Sticky Notes by KayleeThePete. AU where paramedic Oliver Queen finds himself assisting one of the Starling City’s vigilantes (aka Felicity Smoak).

Anything But Ordinary by Hellbrat (Ringred19) . Heading into season 3 canon divergent tale where Felicity’s latent Slayer gene finally activates causing complications with Team Arrow, especially as vampires begin to pop up in Starling.

Now for some oldies (aka previous recommendations), but goodies that were recently updated:

AlexiaBlackbriar13’s Defend Not The Man, But The Mind (Bellator!Oliver. Really if I have to say more you should be ashamed of yourself.)

Abbie’s (@absentlyabbie) Way Down We Go (Part 4 of her brilliant Long Way Down series)

writewithurheart’s (@writewithurheart) There's a Machine Where My Heart Should Be (A glorious steampunk, each thought the other was dead AU)

greyhorizon’s What You Will (Modern Twelfth Night-inspired AU)

QueenKLee's The Wrong Girl. (I am legit in love with what she has done with Isabel in this fic. Not something I would ever in a million years ever think I’d say.)

SuperSillyAndDorky06’s (@supersillyanddorky06) The Predator (Rival mob AU)

dettiot (@dettiot) & Mel_Sanfo’s (@melsanfo) Two Men, Same Name (Two Olivers! What could wrong? Hint: A LOT.)

And now for a little self-promotion, my Gargoyles AU, Defenders of the Night.

#olicity #arrow #olicity fic #arrow fic #olicity fanfiction #fanfic recommendations #get reading folks #shameless plug

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intrepidmare · 7 years

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The Bond - part 2

Well, my dearies,

It took me more time than I anticipated to finish this, no big surprise there, neither is that I let my muse carry away. The result is a freaking beast of a chapter, three, yup, 3 times longer than the first part. I hope that its length is apology enough for my lateness. With this part, I’m also fulfilling @olicityhiatusficathon‘s prompt for week 3 “Taste” (I know, I’m super late, but according @thebookjumper is ok, so…)

As always I want to thank you @laurabelle2930 for beta-ing this monster of fic. You rock!!!

WARNING: do you remember that part 1 was all cute and fluffy, right. Well, this isn’t like that, nope. This is smutty and kinky. Did I mention that it’s long? ‘Cause IT IS!!!

Enjoy the reading!!!

Read Part 1 here

THE BOND - PART 2

With latched fingers and pulsating souls, they ventured up the stairs toward the most luxurious room the club had to offer. The air between them changed drastically once the door behind them closed with a dull thud. The magnitude of the moment called out the most primal instincts in them. Felicity's demeanor shifted from light and joyful to purposeful and predatory. Her once sweet actions suddenly became more commanding and powerful. Oliver reacted in kind to the change and let his submissiveness bloom to its full splendor. This was how it worked. She as the dominant mate had to take control over him so their bond sealed forever.

With the door securely sealed, Felicity ordered him to get naked. She watched him peeling all his clothes off, making soft murmurs of approval every time that she discovered something in him that she liked. Her intense scrutiny had Oliver on the edge. Being so exposed to her made him nervous. Until now, he never had problems being at ease in his own skin. Oliver worked hard to maintain his physique. He worked so hard that often people praised him for having the body of a Greek God. However, the difference between other people and his mate was that Felicity had the ability to see beyond the surface. Her eyes studied much more than just his strong arms or his ripped abs. They could see his hopes and his endless desires that he'd up until their eyes locked had remained trapped in his heart. She also had the ability to see the emotional scars and insecurities hidden beneath his beautiful exterior.

"Nervous?" she asked him, prowling around him as she been doing the last 5 minutes.

He owed her absolute sincerity. In their world, lying to your soulmate was considered one of the worst sins you could commit, that and given the bond that soulmates shared, the lie would be utterly pointless. Soul mates during bonding could detect lies of all shapes and sizes. The bigger the lie was the weaker the bond could become. "Yes, a little bit," he said.

"The line forms behind me," she confided quickly.

That surprised as well as soothed him. He took comfort in not being alone in the ridiculous notion of feeling shy before one's soulmate. And yet, there they were, fidgeting.

"It's crazy," he chuckled. "I mean, what do have to be nervous about?"

"Well, it's not like we've done this before. The bonding thing, I mean." Felicity paused as if she considered her spoken words, and while she did, her forehead wrinkled with uncertainty. "Unless... you have."

He shook his head. "No, no. This is my first and only time. I have just one mark."

A small group of people turned out to have more than 1 soulmate. In that case, submissive individuals had as many marks as soulmates. For dominants or switches, the sensation of not being complete, that instinctual yearning for finding one's soulmate never went away until they found all of them.

"I'm all yours," Oliver reassured her.

And it was exactly what Felicity needed to hear. Her brow smoothed while her pupils dilated with scorching desire. "Indeed you are, Oliver Queen... and I believe that you said you were a bad boy, didn't you?"

His Adam's apple jumped at the reminder. "Yes, I did, and yes, I was," he said, casting his eyes down in shame.

"So, you do understand what that means, right, Oliver?" she asked him, pausing before him with wistful eyes that were begging for so much more than timid words. Her voice was soft but businesslike. This was it; playtime was over.

"You need to punish me."

The mix of dread and excitement made his heart beat faster. His semi-erect cock went rock-hard as endless fantasies of what she could to him bombarded his mind.

"Hmm... if I'm to punish you, I guess I need to get creative. If I had known that I'd find my badly-behaved mate tonight, I would've come prepared."

Oliver loved how easily she teased him, and he couldn't wait for what was coming. "You might want to check out what is behind that panel. There's a hidden closet," he kept his gaze down while suggesting and pointing at the wall to his right with a tilt of his head.

Felicity took his offer and headed to the wall, "Where, here?" she asked curiously.

"Yes, by the corner. Can you see the small knob on the left?"

Felicity traced her finger over the fake wall, "Oh, here it is." She breathed, sliding the panel open. "Whoa!" she exclaimed, seeing the hidden goods. Then, she looked back at him with her wide eyes. "Oliver, would you like to explain this? I'm no one to judge, but seeing this I'm imagining a bunch of things, and not all are nice. How active had your sex life been to require such a large collection of toys at your very experienced fingertips?" she looked at the closet and back to him. "And how hard must you play needing so many replacements?"

Oliver deadpanned, "That's not mine."

"How is it not? You told me that this is your club," she glared at him, stating the obvious.

"Exactly."

"What?"

"That's not my private collection, Felicity. Mine is at home, and it's tiny in comparison. This is the first time I've used this room —or any room in this club— for personal enjoyment. Just so we're clear this entire room is for any of our VIP clients who want to make good use of it," he pointed at the shelves full of assorted, brand new sex toys. "They can play with whatever they want, and they can even take it home with them afterward. Minus the furniture, everything in this room is treated as disposable. Even the sheets. After one use, they're gone."

If it hadn't been that way, Oliver wouldn't have taken Felicity up there. Oliver refused to make love to his mate on worn-out, soiled sheets. Instead, he would have invited her to his home, even if that meant wasting time to get there. Felicity deserved nothing but the best, she was worthy of royal treatment, and he intended to give her exactly that from this night on.

"Are you telling me that the silk sheets on the bed had never been used before? None of these toys?" she seemed to question with an air of complete shock.

"No, never. As you can see they're in their original packaging."

"Dang, Oliver, I don't want to imagine the size of the club's expenses."

"There's a reason why VIP membership is so pricey," he said with a smug smile on his lips. Lucky for him and his business there were enough people willing to pay it.

"Now I get it." She spun back to the closet, surveying what kinds of toys she had at her disposal. Looking at him over her shoulder, "Seriously, can we use anything of these?"

"Anything," he reassured her.

"All right, bad boy," she turned and walked to him confidently with her hands on her hips. "First, I need to know your safe word."

"A safe word? I don't need one with you. I trust you." He stated because he did. Oliver met her less than an hour ago, but he knew deep in his bones that she wouldn't harm him. His lips moved with, "Besides the bond..."

"Our bond is strong and it helps us to communicate without words, yes, but it's not infallible. It's a guide, not a billboard. Maybe in time, you won't need it, but until we know each other better and I learn to read all the signals coming from you without error, we're using a safe word. This is not negotiable, Oliver. So, choose."

Ka-thunk.

Hearing her authoritative tone made Oliver's stomach do a weird thing. In the past, when he submitted to other people, the strongest feeling he had gotten in a situation like this was a soft flutter in his belly. Now, it was much powerful as in completely off the charts. His stomach plummeted to the floor, causing his heartbeat to go at breakneck speed. It wasn't because he feared her, no it was because his excitement was mixing with a visceral need to please her.

"Sorry, you're right. Can we use the color code?"

"You mean 'red' to stop, 'yellow' to pause, and 'green' to continue?" He nodded. "Very well, use it if you need it."

"I will," he promised.

"Good boy," she said, brushing her thumb over his cheekbone.

The praise provoked a warm feeling to swell through his chest. One that he hoped to experience in the future, not only because it felt nice, but because it meant that Oliver had pleased his mate. If she was happy, so was he. The light, sweet caress provoked a tingling sensation in his face. He missed her hand the second she pulled away.

"Now... Where are we gonna do this?" she mused, looking around the room, which was decorated with a heavy hand carved, canopy bed with deep, rich overtones of red and brown wood. A matching sofa and armchair near a fake fireplace completed the bedroom set. The furniture combined well with the dark paneling on the walls. The cushions on the seats, the bed covers, and the canopy curtains were made of a patterned, silky fabric in dark tones of red. The wood and wrought iron shelves with numberless lit candles on them were the final touches, giving a cozy and erotic atmosphere to the room.

"Okay, Oliver, you're gonna turn around and brace yourself on the back of the sofa with your hands. I want you to open your legs wide like you're straddling something." Once he did what she ordered, Felicity warned him, "Keep your eyes forward, and don't move."

"I won't," he promised, listening to her heels clicking against the hard floor as she walked back to the closet to choose whatever implements she was going to use on him. The clock ticked by for several minutes while Felicity took her time exploring the contents of the cabinet. Curiosity stirred inside Oliver as his ears caught the crackling of the toys while she slowly unwrapped them from their packages. By the mere sound of it, Oliver couldn't figure out what she had picked up. Not knowing what she was planning frustrated as much as it excited him. Unable to do anything else but wait, he took a calming breath and adjusted his stance, assuring himself that he was exactly in the position that Felicity wanted him to be.

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darweaniedraws · 7 years

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Things Left Unsaid, Chapter 6: Unthinkable

Here is the penultimate chapter of my soulmates fic!

“Oliver and Felicity do the unthinkable in order to defeat Slade. Felicity just hopes they'll be able to pull it off.”

I hope you guys enjoy! I’m trying a new way to post my fics. AKA the usual way people post their fics on tumblr.

Read on AO3 or under the cut

Felicity clutches Oliver’s waist harder as he zooms them through the ruins of Starling City. It’s less of a “scared of flying off” grip and more of a “scared of her home getting so utterly destroyed” grip. Despite the issues she and Oliver have been having since he found out they are soulmates, the bond between them, no matter how fractured, still comforts Felicity to a certain extent.

The day after the Tockman incident and Oliver finding out, Felicity had returned to the foundry, determined not to let her wounds, both physical and emotional, get to her. It shocked her when Oliver called her phone, but she picked it up anyway. The voice on the phone was foreign and not directed toward her, so Felicity assumed Oliver butt dialed her and told Digg and Sara so in an attempt to deflect how awkward she felt about the circumstances of Sara and Oliver’s breakup.

But Sara found the voice on the other side of the phone the exact opposite of amusing. She explained to Diggle and Felicity that the man with Oliver is Slade Wilson, a man who tried to kill both of them on the island. Ever since then, Slade Wilson actively tried to make their lives a living hell.

And thus far, he’s succeeded.

He’d torn the Queen family apart. QC no longer belongs to the Queens, rendering all of Team Arrow jobless. He kidnapped Roy and turned him completely Mirakuru rage crazy, unable to help Team Arrow until they found a cure for the Mirakuru serum, courtesy of STAR Labs. The Queen siblings are now orphans, courtesy of a blade through Moira Queen’s chest.

Now, with his army of Mirakuru soldiers, Slade Wilson is laying siege to Starling City, and Team Arrow is struggling hard to stop him, even with the new Mirakuru cure, the SCPD, and the freaking League of Assassins at their backs.

The latest scuffle occurred at QC, where Oliver, Sara, and the League were able to take down a few of Slade’s goons and Isabel Rochev (God bless). However, Slade got away before Oliver was able to pierce him with an injection arrow filled with the cure.

Meanwhile, Detective Lance contacted Felicity, in desperate need of help because one of Slade’s minions kidnapped Laurel. She’d taken him to QC, but that had only resulted in him basically blaming the Arrow for the whole siege because of his hesitance to kill.

Felicity, despite the whole soulmate situation, believes in her soul that Oliver can stop this man and save the city. That is why, when she’d suggested Oliver make Slade out-think him instead of the other way around, she went along with his crazy idea.

So now, the two of them are on their way to Queen mansion, where Slade set up hidden cameras, so Felicity could be taken, Hopefully, it would give her the chance to get close to the enemy and cure him of the Mirakuru, allowing Oliver a fair fight to save the city and save the kidnapped Laurel.

It’s crazy. So incredibly crazy.

But it’s all they’ve got.

Before she knows it, Oliver pulls up to the mansion’s long driveway. He turns off the engine and gets off first so he can help her down.

At this point, Felicity’s heart is pounding. How in the hell are they going to convince Slade that he should’ve taken her instead of Laurel Lance? She’s been the love of Oliver’s life for years!

Even though Felicity and Oliver are soulmates, he made it pretty clear that they have no chance. That they are unthinkable.

It’s why Felicity has fortified her emotional walls. To keep Oliver’s intensity from creeping its way into her heart. (It’s obvious now that she’s completely failed, despite her best efforts and all the heartbreak that seems to Oliver. And her, if she thinks about it.)

Felicity is pulled out of her thoughts when Oliver lightly grabs a hold of her elbow. “Are you ready?”

She wants to say no. But she knows no one could ever be ready for something like this. And she needs to do this. To save her city and the people she cares about.

Felicity looks up from her gaze on the front door to Oliver’s eyes.

“Break a leg, Oliver,” she says.

Even with everything going on, she still manages to get Oliver to smile. He closes his eyes and lets out a breathy laugh, shaking his head at her. “Break a leg, Felicity.”

With her name being the last word on his lips, he pushes the door open. It’s showtime.

Hoping to every god out there that Slade is watching, she goes through the door first, asking, “Oliver, what are we doing here? The whole city’s falling apart!”

“I know,” he replies in a soft voice, just short of a whisper. Oliver takes a deep breath before exhaling and continuing. “You need to stay here.”

This is where they really need to sell it. Felicity prays that it’s believable.

“What?! Why?” she exclaims as she whips back around to face Oliver. If this was real, Felicity knows she’d protest as much as she could. “You can’t just ask me to–”

“I’m not asking.”

Okay, Felicity knows for a fact she’d be angry if this was real. She’s glad they hadn’t rehearsed this at all or she’d have a hard time conjuring up the look of disbelief on her face,

Oliver attempts to reassure her with a nod. “I will come get you when this is all over.”

He moves to leave turning his back toward her, but she protests, hoping to cause a scene for the camera. “No!”

“Felicity…”

“No!” She steps forward and gets up in his face. “Not unless you tell me why!”

Oliver turns back to her, making sure to keep steady eye contact. “Because I need you to be safe.”

Secretly, the two of them must be really good actors. Even though Felicity is part of the ruse, she still senses a hint of real desperation from the both of them.

“Well, I don’t want to be safe. I want to be with you,” Felicity admits. Immediately, she picks up on what her words could imply, so she quickly adds, “And the others. Unsafe!”

True to the scene, Oliver insists, “I can’t let that happen.”

With a mind of its own, Felicity’s right hand grabs a hold of Oliver’s left arm. “Oliver… You’re not making any sense.”

“Slade took Laurel because he wants to kill the woman I love,” he explains without breaking eye contact.

“I know. So?”

Taking a quick breath, he blurts out, “So he took the wrong woman.”

His words have Felicity in shock. They almost feel…. Real. Like he actually means it. And that he’s insinuating that she’s… No…

No. This is a ruse. A scene acted out to fool Slade.

Despite her doubt, Felicity let’s out a small breathless, “Oh,” and she’s unable to look away from the intensity in Oliver’s eyes.

For the longest moment of Felicity’s life, they just stare at each other. And it’s so much more different from when they’d stared at each other when he’s found out about her mark, or when he’d told her he couldn’t be with some he really cared about. Those times had been filled with so much heartache.

This time, it’s softer. Gentler. And unbelievably sincere. Like his next words are ones he truly believes.

“I don’t love Laurel… or Sara,” he adds. “Not like you. They are not my soulmate… But you are.”

Felicity doesn’t even realize how close they've gotten until she feels his breath on her face and his hand on her right hip, right over her mark. The action causes to mark to burn, just like it did all those years ago at a crazy college party.

“I love you.”

Her mark pulse and Felicity can tell Oliver feels it too, by the way he lets go of her hip and steps back in shock. But only a little bit. She can still feel how breathless Oliver is. Just like her, Because can’t believe how real this feels.

But then, Oliver gently hands the syringe filled with the Mirakuru cure into the hand that had been holding his arm. From the camera’s angle, Felicity knows that it looks like Oliver is just holding her hand.

“Do you understand?” he asks in a whisper.

The question is like a bucket of ice water. Right. This is all fake. A ruse to trick Slade. Not a real confession at all. Felicity blames her slight concussion for getting caught up in the moment.

She takes a breath before replying with a small nod. “Yes.”

It takes a long moment for him to leave. Oliver keeps staring into her eyes, like he doesn’t want to leave her for Slade to kidnap her.

Felicity is sure Oliver doesn’t actually want her to get snatched up by Slade’s goons. But she can’t help but think, by the way he just takes all of her in as if he’s trying memorize her, that Oliver desperately wishes he’s actually leaving her in a safe place. That, when this is all over, he would return to her and they would have a long talk about their relationship.

But then, he pulls away and leaves the building, another ice cold bucket splashing over Felicity.

The burn of their mark is gone, but the pulsing hasn’t stopped, even as Felicity hears Oliver’s motorcycle revv and fade away. Felicity pockets the syringe discreetly by putting both her hands in her coat pockets, hoping that it looks like she’s trying to calm herself down, and sits down on one of the steps of the mansion’s staircase.

Not that Felicity needs to truly act shaken.

With the looming fear of Slade coming to snatch her up, the continuing pulse of her mark, and Oliver’s words replaying in her head, Felicity is shaken to her core.

Oliver didn’t really mean it, did her? He couldn’t have!

Ever since he confronted her about their marks, if it wasn’t Arrow or Slade related, he’d pretty much avoided her like the plague. And she did the same. Even when Sara left after almost killing a rage induced Roy, it continued to be the three of them, Oliver, John, and Felicity.

He never once tried to make amends about blowing up at her for not telling him they are soulmates. For awhile, Felicity had been pretty peeved that Oliver insinuated that the whole situation was her fault. That he hadn’t at all played a part in her refusal to believe in soulmates. His numerous interactions with other women would beg to differ.

But Felicity couldn’t exactly blame him for seeking comfort, now when she’d been hiding the truth for so long.

Witnessing the whole fiasco with Laurel, Tommy, and Oliver, Felicity had no desire to be with a man who could play with feelings like that. She was sure their marks had to be a mistake.

Then Tommy was gone and Laurel had gone off the rails. Back form from the island, Oliver seemingly cleaned up his act.

That is, until Russia. Felicity completely blames that on Oliver’s inability to stay celibate. Laying in bed with Isabel Rochev, especially now that they know she’d been working with Slade Wilson… It gives Felicity the chills, even now that she’s dead, thanks to Sara’s assassin girlfriend,

Speaking of Sara, Felicity completely understands why Oliver pursued Sara. Especially after that conversation she had with Sara before she left Starling again. Their relationship was a means to an end. To tie up the ending they never got because Sara had been pulled under water again, like when the Queen’s Gambit went down.

So while all these relationships with women hurt, Felicity understands. It’s not like she was set on pursuing Oliver yet anyway. Plus, with all the stress and tragedy Slade Wilson brought along, all of that had to be pushed under the carpet for another day anyway.

With everything going on, Oliver could not have possibly fallen in love with her. There’s no way his confession is real. They may be soulmates, but there’s nothing to say they should be together romantically. They are unthinkable.

The front door slams open, startling Felicity out of her thoughts. Two masked men march toward her and grab her from her seat on the stairs. Momentarily, Felicity forgets that this is all going according to plan. Even though she knows she’s physically incapable of resisting these guys, she still tries her hardest. She kicks and screams, putting up her best fight before she’s thrown in the back of a nondescript van.

Her heart is pounding and her lungs ache for air. Her arms are sore from the tight grips the men had on her arms. It takes Felicity the whole ride to wherever Slade is to calm herself down. She prays that Slade is so sure of how incapable she is that he won’t check her pockets and find the syringe ready to cure him.

The masked men pull her from the vehicle and shove her toward the building they’ve parked in front of. Felicity gets a glimpse at the surrounding area. She spots the reflection of fire on the Starling City Bay waters before she’s shoved through a door.

Slade’s goons drag her through a maze of pipes and tanks before coming to a halt. In the center stands the very terrifying Slade Wilson in full Deathstroke gear, save for that half orange, half black mask of his. He wears an unsettling grin on his face, and the eye patch he wear makes him look like a pirate, but in the least amusing, mostly frightening way.

A shuffle to the left catches Felicity’s attention. It’s Laurel, struggling in the arms of one of the goons that took Felicity from the mansion.

“How nice of you to join us, Ms. Smoak,” Slade greets her. Felicity opts not to answer, instead glaring daggers at the man plaguing her home. “I’m surprised Oliver decided to leave you alone instead of keeping you close to his side. Surely he should have thought no matter where he puts you,” the man steps close to her and grabs a hold of her chin, “I would find you. The woman that he loves.”

Laurel suddenly stops struggling at that, not going unnoticed by Slade. He turns toward her, still holding onto Felicity’s chin.

“Didn’t expect that, did you, Ms. Lance?”

Felicity appreciates that Laurel just glares at him, much like she is doing right now.

“I didn’t quite understand why our Mr. Queen has been so infatuated with you,” Slade admits. “I mean, he broke his vow to kill to save you from Count Vertigo. But then I spotted you two on the cameras I planted at the former Queen mansion. That moment you two had was illuminating.”

Felicity tries to appear shocked at the news.

“Considering how tech savvy you are, I’m surprised you hadn’t noticed them there.”

She’s vaguely annoyed that he’s right. Felicity hadn’t thought to check the mansion for any unusual transmission. Felicity decides to speak instead of dwell on that fact. “How exactly was Oliver dropping me off at the mansion ‘illumination?’”

Slade lets go of her chin and Felicity thinks he’s about to take a step back so he can start his evil villain monologue. Instead, he actually takes a step closer into Felicity’s space. Far too close for her liking. Then his left hand reaches inside her coat. A part of her jumps to the conclusion that he is about to do unspeakable things to her, but as time seemingly freezes, another part of her knows exactly what he’s doing. She sucks in a breath when Slade tightly grips her right hip.

“You share his mark,” he says. “That same arrow-shaped mark I’ve seen countless times. The one he ignored when he laid in bed with my Shado…”

Just mentioning Shado’s name ships away at Slade’s sanity. Felicity can tell. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. It’s like he’s concentration on listening to someone, even though no one is saying a word. Roy had told them about the talking illusions that the Mirakuru creates. How extremely evil and convincing they are.

Slade is so entranced by the illusion that he grips her hip painfully tighter. She must make a pained noise because his eyes shoot open and stare at her like he forgot she’s there. It gives her a chance to speak.

“Oliver is going to beat you,” Felicity says, mustering up all the courage she has so her voice doesn’t waver. She looks Slade dead in the eye. “He will.”

Slade smirks at that. “Oh? And how is that possible?”

It surprises Felicity how much she isn’t shaking in fear as she explains, “I can tell how much the Mirakuru affects you. Not just physically,” she adds. “Your brain’s messed up. It’s clouding your judgement. Manipulating you.”

The smirk on Slade’s face drops, his nostrils flare, and his cheek twitches. His gaze hardens into a glare. She’s struck a nerve. It gives her the boosts she needs to continue. Felicity just hopes it doesn’t get her in more trouble.

“I didn’t realize that the mighty Deathstroke could be so easily manipulated by a drug.”

Oh, Slade absolutely bristles at that. It’s enough for Felicity to pale and fear that her head will be ripped off.

Luckily, the masked man holding onto Laurel speaks up. “Sir? The men in the tunnel have been cut down.”

Felicity didn’t believe a person’s nostrils could flare any more, but she does now. Slade looks like he’s about to explode, but instead, he walks away from her and pulls out his phone, leaving Felicity in the arms of one of his last Mirakuru soldiers. She vaguely hears Oliver’s loud, “Go!”

Felicity watches as Slade taunts Oliver, practically waving her in the air like she’s some prize that he won. She doesn’t say anything, but she hopes Slade can feel her eyes stabbing him a million times, especially when he calls her weak.

It only takes Oliver a few minutes to arrive.

Slade starts babbling on into the air, talking to Oliver as he makes his way through what Felicity assumes is the Starling City water treatment plant. By the time Oliver appears with an arrow already nocked into position, Slade has already pushed his last man, excluding the one holding Laurel, to go find Oliver’s backup and pulled Felicity to his chest, resting his sword across her neck.

“Drop the bow, kid,” Slade commands next to her ear. He presses the blade into her skin a little more when Oliver doesn’t, so Felicity gasps when she feels it almost piercing her skin. “Do it.”

He does. Then, Slade’s goon comes walking in closer to them, Laurel gasping in is too-tight grip on her neck.

“Yes… Countless nights dreaming of taking from you all that you took from me.”

Felicity would be rolling her eyes if not for the fear quaking through her. She keeps her eyes on Oliver, trying to take in the instant comfort that their bond allows them when they are close.

“By killing the woman I love?” Oliver asks.

“Yes.”

“Like you love Shado?”

“That’s where you’re wrong, kid,” Slade says. “I could never love Shado like you love your women. Ms. Smoak here is your soulmate.”

Felicity notices Oliver suck in a breath, surprised that Slade had figured it out. But Slade continues.

“Yet, you go around with women, right in front of her. Laurel Lance. Sara Lance, Isabel Rochev…” he lists, his anger growing with each name. Slade moves his blade from Felicity’s neck and shoves her forward a little, keeping his left hand in a tight grip on her left shoulder. His voice raises as he continues, “How could you be with other women when your soulmate is right in front of you?! How could you trick Shado into falling for you when you knew you had a soulmate?!”

It’s then, in his rage, that Slade pushes her arm away from her side and slices through her coat, cutting the skin where her mark lays. Tears immediately spring into her eyes as she tries to suppress the pained gasp fighting to escape her lips. The pain coming from her mark is almost as bad as her bullet wound, the one that seems like an eon ago now. Felicity tries to focus on Oliver again, urging him to hurry and give her an opening so they can put an end to Slade’s nonsense. Oliver struggles not to grab his bow and fight Slade right then and there.

“You see Shado, don’t you?” Oliver takes Slade’s silence as confirmation. “Well, what does she look like in your madness, Slade?”

The words cause lade to shove Felicity to her knees. Hurry, Oliver.

“What does she say to you? I remember her being beautiful. Young. Kind.” Keep going, Oliver. He’s falling for it. She can feel Slade’s sanity slipping. “She would be horrified by what you’ve done in her name.”

That’s the exact moment when Slade loses it.

“What I have done?! What I have done is what you lack the courage to do!” Slade points a finger at Oliver. “To fight for her!”

Felicity can sense Slade’s blade almost touching the back of her neck, mimicking how easily he could slice her head off. She squeezes her eyes shut, willing Oliver to end this.

“So… when her body, your soulmate’s body, lies at your feet,” he drags the blade across her shoulder, wiping her own blood on it, “her blood wet against your skin, then you will know how I feel! ”

His blade no longer touching her body, Felicity turns her head slightly to see his sword angled away from her. His focus is completely trained on Oliver, who replies, “I already know how you feel. I know what it’s like to hate. To want revenge.”

Oliver makes eye contact with Felicity then, the first time since he arrived at the scene. It’s only a brief moment, not even lasting a second, but she knows he’s provided an opening for her. She doesn’t even need to hear his next words before she starts to rise to her feet, reaching into her pocket for the syringe.

“And now I know how it feels to see my enemy so distracted, he doesn’t see the real danger is right in front of him.”

Despite the pain from from the open wound on her mark, as she finally straightens up, her arm reaching to inject Slade with the cure, Felicity feels her mark pulsing once more. SHe knows exactly what it means. She and Oliver are in sync once again.

Once she injects Slade with the cure, Felicity scurries away, toward Laurel, hoping they are enough to take down the soldier holding onto her. They don’t have to though, because Sara shoots him with the cure, allowing Laurel to knock him out as the cure works its magic.

They run as the two remaining men begin their final battle.

The cold breeze from the night sky does nothing to calm Felicity’s beating heart. She can hear and feel the fight between Slade and Oliver inside the plant.

“He’ll be fine, Felicity,” Sara assures her.

“How do you know?” Laurel asks from beside her, just as out of breath as Felicity.

“Because,” Sara starts as she shoots Felicity a soft smile, “he knows his soulmate has his back.”

Even with all the chaos still going on, the slow bleeding from her right hip, the drone still headinding for the still burning city, and their bond recreating every hit Slade lands on Oliver’s body onto hers, Felicity can’t help but smile.

A few minutes later, that smile grows when Oliver’s comms turn on. “It’s over.”

The three women rush to where Oliver has Slade tied to a pillar. Not caring for the soreness of both their bodies or the fact that they still have a lot of things to talk about, Felicity runs to embrace Oliver, taking in his victory. They actually stopped the bad guy. Despite all his hardships and darkness, Oliver came through as a hero tonight.

Not even a day later, Felicity and Diggle are on the shore of Lian Yu, waiting for Oliver to finish with Slade in his prison cell.

“I still can’t believe Oliver had ARGUS build a secret super max prison on Lian Yu and didn’t tell us,” Felicity admits to John.

He huffs out a laugh. “You know him. He loves his secrets.”

Normally, that quality of Oliver’s would cause a scowl, but today, it causes a light smile.

The two of them remain silent for a few seconds, taking in the surprisingly relaxing breeze on the hellish island. Then Digg asks her, “So, are you two going to do anything about that?”

Felicity looks toward DIggle, her brow furrowed in confusion. Then her eyes follow down his arm to his hand, which points to her right hip.

“Oh…” Felicity’s not entirely sure what to say. Despite Slade’s defeat, things hadn’t really calmed down just yet. After a few ARGUS agents picked Slade up, the team had only managed to tend to their wounds and clean up before Oliver, Diggle, and Felicity were on their way to Lian Yu and Laurel and Detective Lance were seeing Sara off.

Felicity had pretty much knocked out once she sat down on the plane to China and then Oliver had been too busy piloting their small, less terrifying than the one she and Digg took, plane to the island.

“Well… Oliver and I haven’t exactly had the time to talk about anything yet,” she tells John.

“But you will be talking, right?”

“Oh, definitely…”

“Good.”

Another beat of silence occurs when Diggle continues, “You know, Oliver told me how exactly you two managed to trick Slade into taking you.”

For a second time, all Felicity says is, “Oh.” She’s sure her eyebrows are high on her forehead. “Uh… when did he tell you that?”

“A couple hours into the flight to Hong Kong. You were too busy snoring to notice.”

Felicity scoffs. “I do not snore!”

Diggle chuckles. “You sure? Because I’m pretty sure–”

She jabs her elbow into his side, laughing all the while.

“Okay, okay!” he relents, raising his arms in surrender. Diggle laughs for another second before sobering up again. “You two will be talking about that though, right?”

Felicity gulps. She completely intends to talk about their conversation in the mansion, but it doesn’t mean she’s not nervous about it. She’s about to answer John, but then they spot Oliver coming out of the prison that holds Slade and heading toward them.

When he reaches them, Diggle not so subtly gives Felicity and Oliver some time to talk.

“Hey,” Felicity greets, moving from Oliver’s side to his front.

Oliver chuckles. “Hey.”

“Well, you did it.”

“I had help,” he admits almost sheepishly.

Felicity suddenly feels a little awkward, so she starts beating around the bush. “Yeah. That’s really smart. How you outfoxed Slade.”

Oliver doesn’t say anything. Is he really just going to stand there with those soft blue eyes turning her stomach into goo?

Felicity guesses she has to just get right to it, no matter how much she doesn’t really want to. “Talk about unthinkable. You and me, I mean.”

Frustratingly, Oliver doesn’t say anything. So she continues to babble, “When you told me you loved me, you had me fooled. For a second, I thought… maybe you might have meant it… what you said.”

Still nothing. Come on, Oliver.

“You really sold it.”

Finally, he answers, but it’s not really what Felicity is expecting. “We both did.”

The two of them play their usual game of staring into each other’s eyes, not actually saying a word, but their eyes speaking thousands. A wave of disappointment flows through Felicity the longer the moment lasts. Is he just going to leave it at that? He’s not going to acknowledge the fact that he’d told her he loves her in order to fool his enemy, all the while seeming like he actually meant it?

The disappointment must show on her face when she moves toward the plane because, unexpectedly, Oliver grabs her hand to prevent her from turning away.

“Felicity, wait.” Oliver waits for her to meet his eyes before he says, “I’m sorry.”

What?

“I’m sorry,” he repeats. “I screwed up. With us.”

Oliver gives her hand a squeeze, but Felicity is positive that it’s more to reassure himself than her.

“I should have told you the exact moment when I thought we could have been soulmates,” he confesses, pleading with his eyes for her to forgive him. “If I’d said something sooner, maybe we wouldn’t be having such a hard time working through being soulmates.”

His initial apology had rendered Felicity speechless. But his words just now call her into action. “I wasn’t exactly quick to let you in on it either, Oliver. I didn’t even tell you. Sara did.”

“Well, I didn’t give you a good reason to show you I was a good soulmate. In fact, I’ve been the worst soulmate. If I had been able to–to–”

“Keep your dick in your pants?” Felicity offers, not missing a beat.

Oliver laughs, and she swears she hears him mutter “Only you…” under his breath as he shakes his head. “Maybe we wouldn’t be in this mess.”

“Do you mean this mess with our marks or the whole mess with Slade?”

“Both.”

Felicity sighs. “Oliver, we can’t dwell on what might have been.”

She watches as her words sink into his brain. A newfound confidence soars through him. She can feel it. Felicity’s not sure if it’s because of their bond reconnecting or just watching the man in front of her actually steel himself up.

“You’re right,” Oliver says with a nod. Wow, those are two words Felicity never thought she’d hear from Oliver Queen. “We shouldn’t dwell on the past. That’s why I’m going to prove to you that I’m worthy of being your soulmate.”

She furrows her brows. “Oliver, wha…?”

“I’m going to gain your trust.”

“I already trust you with my life,” Felicity promises. “These past few days should tell you that.”

“No, Felicity,” he says, squeezing her hand again. She didn’t realize he’s still holding it. “I’m going to prove to you that I am worthy enough for you to break down your walls. I’m going to prove to you that I’m not like your father. That I won’t leave you for other women, whether we’re romantic or not. That our bond is worth it.”

Felicity doesn’t know how long she stands there, wide-eyed and speechless. But it is enough time for her to search Oliver’s eyes for any uncertainty, any doubt, any lie he may be hiding behind his words.

She doesn’t find any.

So Felicity takes a deep breath, steeling herself up just like Oliver did moments ago. “You know, I built these walls up pretty strong over the past decade and a half.”

Oliver ducks his head in an attempt to hide his disappointment.

“But it couldn’t hurt if we tried.”

His head shoots back up to meet her eyes. “We?”

Smiling softly and nodding her head, she confirms, “We.”

Felicity doesn’t believe she’s seen Oliver smile so brightly before. His eyes light up and she can practically see all his teeth. It’s so contagious she can’t help but smile just as brightly. She squeezes his hand.

They continue to smile at each other for a few seconds before Felicity lets go of his hand so she can gesture. “I do have one condition though.”

Oliver nods eagerly. “Anything to get back into your good graces.”

God, why does he have to act like such a puppy.

Felicity takes another breath, already feeling the babble coming on. “I’d like us work on being friends for now. It’s not that I think you’d be a bad lover–creepy word by the way– it’s just that I don’t think I’ll be ready for that any time soon. I’d much rather work on the platonic aspect of being… of being…”

Geez, why can’t she ever say the word “soulmates” out loud? Felicity doesn’t think she’s ever uttered the word to Oliver ever.

Oliver rsaves her from her stuttering, sticking out his right hand as if to shake her hand. “Got it. Platonic soulmates. Deal?”

Their marks pulse when Felicity shakes his hand. “Deal.”

For now. The two of them have a lot of work to do, both with Starling City and with their relationship. But that’s okay.

They have the whole summer.

#olicity fic #arrow fic #my fic #soulmates au #things left unsaid

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Rememberance : Chapter Seven - Olicity Soulmate Fanfic Felicity glanced away from the line of code she was working on for a new security protocol when her desk phone ranged, she reached over, tucking it between her shoulder, she opened her mouth to greet the caller but was cut off as the head of the IT department began barking orders at her from the other line. ”Smoak, get to Mr. Harrison’s office.” Felicity fought off a sigh. “What’s the probl-“ She broke off as she heard the other line click off. She pulled the phone away with a frown. “Okay, that was just rude.” She quickly saved what she was doing on her computer before securing it and heading out of her office, getting onto the elevator and riding it to the 24th floor. She walked passed several other employee’s as they got onto the elevator as she was getting off and made the path way to Mr. Harrison’s office, knocking on the door, pushing her way in when Mr. Harrison called out for her to come in. ”Mr. Harrison, I’m from the IT department I was told by my supervisor your having computer trouble.” ”Yes, it keeps shutting down without warning.” He rounded his desk. “I’m going to lunch and I expect the problem to be fix by the time I return.” He brushed past her out of his office. ”Yeah, I’ll get right to it.” She muttered moving around his desk, settling into his chair and setting to work seeing what the problem was. “Would it kill people to get some damn manners?” She continued talking to herself. “I mean is a please or thank you too much to ask?” She frowned. “Of course it is.” She answered herself. “Because it takes too much effort to be professionally polite.” She heaved a sigh as she found several bugs had found their way into the system. “And I need to stop talking to myself.” She glanced at the opened door. “Preferably before someone walks by and hears me. Now wouldn’t that be embarrassing?” ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ She had managed to fix the problem quickly but was called to fix several other office computer’s. It took up her lunch hour much to her annoyance since they were pretty simple problems that even intern from the IT department could have handled.. It was twenty minutes after her lunch hour when she was walking into her office only to be caught off guard by who was seated in her chair and was looking at the picture she had on her desk. ”Oliver?” Oliver gaze snapped up and he quickly put the photo back where it had been before like he’d been burned. He stood up from her chair quickly. “Felicity!” ”What are you doing here?” Oliver rounded her desk, stopping in front of her. “I wanted to know when you would be free?” Felicity brushed past him and around her desk. “What are you talking about?” She asked, settling into her chair. ”Our deal.” Oliver reminded, turning around and standing directly across from her in front of her desk. Felicity frowned, thinking back if it had been a month already, and cursing silently in her head when she realized it had indeed been a month since their deal. “Right, the deal.” She tilted her head at him. “Did you even try to forget about me.” Oh, he tried alright. He got it into his head that if he slept with enough women that Felicity would just fade into the numerous number of women he had been involved with. But he found that was impossible, he was either imagining they were Felicity or he was comparing them to her. Their hair wasn’t blonde enough. Their eyes weren’t as blue. They didn’t have her figure. Somehow, someway, he always ended up finding things about Felicity to compare them to but no on amounted to her for him. Which was ridiculous seeing as he had never even been with Felicity. Not even so much as kissed her. ”I gave it my best shot but clearly you’re not forgettable.” Said Oliver. ”How did you try to forget?” Felicity looked at him speculatively. She found herself curious just how he attempted not to think about her. Oliver rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, avoiding looking her in the eyes. “I rather not say.” It took Felicity only a moment to realize what he wasn’t saying. “Of course.” She muttered with a shake of her head. Oliver cleared his throat uncomfortable with the thought that she knew how he tried to distract himself from thinking about her. “So when should I pick you up?” Felicity sighed. “A deal’s a deal, I suppose.” She said more to herself than to him, she looked up at him, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. “How about Saturday night?” She usually used that night to visit Sara at work and let off some stress at the club with dancing but it looked like that won’t be happening this week. ”Saturday? Definitely. Saturday is good. It’s great.” He usually went out clubbing that night and always found a girl to warm his bed but his usual plans could definitely be tossed aside in light of getting to take Felicity out. His usual plans could go screw themselves for all he cared. Felicity raised a brow at him, feeling a flicker of amusement at his response. He sounded genuinely excited, like a kid in a candy store. “So, I’ll pick you up on Saturday at your place, say seven o’clock.” Oliver suggested, a smile lighting up his face. ”What? No.” Felicity’s response was instant with a shake of her head. Oliver’s brow pulled together in confusion. “But you just agreed to a date.” ”Yes a date. Not for you to pick me up at my place for the date. There’s no way I’m telling you where I live.” She had a stalker in college and didn’t want to repeat that experience. ”You do know I could just take a look at your employee information and just find out for myself.” ”You do know that that’s company information.” Felicity shot back. Oliver felt a flare of amusement. “My name’s on the building.” ”I don’t care what your last name is. That’s an invasion of privacy. And misuse of the fact that your name allows you certain privileges.” Felicity glared. “Not to mention that is border-lining on stalker behavior.” Oliver frowned she had a point there and he needed to know when to draw the line and not cross over into stalker territory. That was just creepy. “Okay, so I won’t pick you up at your place. I could pick you up elsewhere? Laurel or Sara’s place maybe.” Felicity shook her head. “No, you can just text me, the time and place and I’ll meet you there.” That sounded like a solid plan to her. Oliver wouldn’t no where she lived and she wouldn’t have to go through another scenario like that Lacrosse player who stalked her at MIT. ”I don’t have your number.” Oliver reminded her. Felicity held out her hand. “Give me your phone.” Oliver retrieved his phone from his pocket and placed it in her hand, feeling a jolt when his hand came in contact with hers and suddenly felt like the weird mark on his ribs was flaring up but it wasn’t painful, it was almost pleasant, the complete opposite of how it felt when it first appeared. Felicity felt the spark to her skin the second their hands brushed and her grasp on his phone tightened more out of reflex than anything and she felt her mark flare up with warmth, it felt oddly good, pleasant even. Oliver watched her closely, wondering if she had felt what he felt when their hands brushed. But found it hard to tell, other than the way she seemed to tense and press her lips into a thin line she showed no other signs if she did or not so he couldn’t be sure that she did. Oliver’s frowned deepened, that was the second time that he felt the mark flare and both times it had been when they had had some kind of physical contact no matter how small, whether it was a hand shake or a simple brush of their hands. It never happened with other women. Just with Felicity. That couldn’t have been a coincidence, he was sure of it. There was something more going on and it was just another thing to add to his ever growing list of things that he just needed to know about her. Felicity did her best to keep a straight face, feeling Oliver’s gaze on her, looking for something, watching her every expression. She swiped her thumb across his phone screen and went straight to his contacts, quickly imputing her cell number and name, when she was done she held the phone out to him, careful to not let their hands brush again. “Now you have my number.” Her words broke him from his thoughts and searching gaze, he took his phone noticing how she tried to avoid any contact of their hands. “I’m surprise you actually willingly gave me your number.” He said, glancing down at her number, his brow furrowing. “It’s not fake is it?” Felicity rolled her eyes. “I was tempted but no, it’s not fake. Feel free to try it right now if you don’t believe me.” ”I trust you.” The words were out there before he even realized what he said but once he did he knew they were true. He didn’t know why after all they didn’t know each other all that well but he trusted her completely. Which it was unfathomable for him to trust someone immediately but it didn’t change the fact that he did. Felicity’s mouth formed a silent O in surprise, and she found herself nodding slowly. “Just please, don’t misuse it.” ”As in only text you about the time and place.” Oliver said knowingly. “Don’t want me blowing up your phone.” ”Something like that.” Felicity didn’t want to be rude and tell him she didn’t want him calling her period. She was hoping by the end of this date he wouldn’t ever want to see her again. That would solve her problems or at least she hoped it would. “Right.” Said Oliver looking down for a moment to hide his frown but when he looked back up he had a smile in place. “So I’ll text you the time and place where to meet Saturday.” “Sounds good.” Felicity said just as her stomach rumbled hungrily, she felt a flush of embarrassment as Oliver’s smile transformed into an amused one. “Didn’t you just get back from lunch?” He teased. “No, I had to fix a few computers on the upper floors. So I had to forgo lunch.” She pursed her lips lips. “I really shouldn’t have skipped breakfast.” She said more to herself than him, she looked up almost forgetting Oliver was there. “It’s not important. If we’re done here, I have some more work I need to get done.” She wasn’t trying to be rude she really did have work to get through. ”Right.” Oliver said with a frown of concern. “But you should take some time to eat. You know, take care of yourself.” Felicity was already turning back to her computer and returning to the code she was working on earlier. “I’ll get right on it. See you Saturday.” She said absentmindedly. Oliver watched her get immersed in whatever she was doing, turning to leave. He doubted she would remember to get something to eat. He wondered if she would take it negatively if he went and got her something to eat. ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ Felicity looked up when a rap sounded on her office door and saw a man, a few years older than her, holding a take out bag. “Felicity Smoak?” “Yes.” She pushed her glasses up her nose. “Can I help you?” He stepped up to her desk placing the bag down on top of it. “I have you’re lunch order. A Italian sub.” Felicity shook her head. “I think there’s been some kind of mistake. I didn’t order anything.” “Mr. Queen did. He said to deliver the food to your office.” ”Oh.” Felicity said in surprise. “How much?” She reached for her bag to pay him. ”It’s already paid for.” He shook his head. “And my tip is covered.” He added before she could offer him a tip. “Have a good day, Miss Smoak.” Felicity frowned as he left her office. He had said that Mr. Queen had placed the order and knew instantly it was Oliver. She reached for the bag, retrieving the sub, the delicious smell of Italian food, wafting through the room and causing her stomach to rumble, as she unwrapped the sub and took a bite, she nearly groaned with how good it was, she chewed slowly, savoring the food before swallowing, taking another bite and chewing thoughtfully. It was a nice gesture. One she wouldn’t have expected from him. Mostly because it was considerate and she didn’t really see him as being considerate of others. Maybe that was a pre-conception from their first meeting. She reluctantly admitted maybe he wasn’t all bad but then again maybe this was just a move for him to try and gain her favor. But even if it was a genuine gesture she wouldn’t let it influence her decision about not spending more time with him than necessarily. She couldn’t even consider getting to know him not with Talina’s warnings not to let a bond form between them. She couldn’t risk that happening and with any luck she’ll be able to scare him off on their date by being one of those annoying girl that guys hated to date. Now if she could just somehow get him to never want to see her again? Then her problems would be solved and she wouldn’t have to worry about creepy curses. Still she would thank him on Saturday for the gesture. ~*~~*~~*~ “So do you know where he’s taking you yet?” Sara asked as she, Felicity and Laurel walked into a clothing store. They were going to find her something to wear for the date in Tuesday before getting dinner. “No, he’s supposed to text me, I’m going to meet him there.” Felicity told them as they headed for the clothes. ”Knowing Ollie, he’s probably going to take you to a club.” Commented Laurel offhandedly. “Maybe but maybe he’ll take her out to dinner instead.” Mused Sara, she looked to Felicity. “From what you told us, he seems to be taking this more serious than I would have expected.” ”So what should I wear?” Felicity wondered, looking for their opinion. ”Maybe you should wear something consertive.” Laurel suggested. “You’re trying to get him to lose interest. So dressing the opposite of his type might help in that department.” ”She shouldn’t dress down.” Sara disagreed, looking through a rack of dresses. “I think you should go all out for this date. Make sure he knows exactly what you’re working with.” She grinned mischievously. “It’ll drive him crazy knowing what he’s missing.” “You’re evil.” Felicity laughed. “I like it.” Laurel agreed with her sister. “Let’s find you something that’ll blow Oliver away.” “Alright.” Said Felicity. “So what type of qualities does Oliver find beyond annoying in a woman again? I need to be the most annoying date possible. I mean, c’mon, he wouldn’t bother if he couldn’t stand me, right?” She asked, looking at a rack of cut out tops. “No.” Sara disagreed, looking at a rack of cut out dresses. “Haven’t you heard of hate sex?” Felicity dropped her head down with a groan. “Sara.” “What? I’m just saying you can completely hate someone and still be really sexually attracted to them that you just want to screw their brains out.” Sara gave a shrug of her shoulder. ”You know what they say there’s a thin line between love and hate.” Mused Laurel. God, who said anything about love? Felicity’s thoughts went to the whole soulmate thing. Love was the last thing she wanted to feel with Oliver if her suspicion was right and deep down she knew it was. That he was her soulmate, the one she shared a soul with. If love and hate was as thin of a line as everyone believed it to be, herself included, she rather just be indifferent and not feel anything about Oliver. ”You have to try this on.” Sara pulled a black cut out dress, with diamond shape cut outs all along the torso. “And this one.” Laurel held out a green dress, that bunch at the waist, with a flirty skirt. “And this one.” Sara added in a purple number. “Don’t forget this one.” Laurel added in a blue number, to the quickly growing pile of dresses. “You two do know I just need one dress, right?” Felicity asked them amused. “You can wear them when we go dancing.” Sara dismissed,. “C’mon.” She ushered Felicity toward the changing room. “Time to put on a fashion show.” Felicity shook her head in amusement but took the arm full of dresses they pushed on her. After an hour of trying on dresses, Felicity had found several dresses that Sara and Laurel insisted she had to buy but had yet to find a dress for her date with Oliver. She was hoping this next one would be the dress. “Alright, how about this one?” Felicity stepped out from the changing room. “You look amazing.” Laurel grinned approvingly. “This one. You should wear this one for the date.” “Yeah?” Felicity asked, voice colored in hope. She really like this one. She could totally see herself wearing it more than once, she was completely ignoring the fact that it would be the dress she wore on her date with Oliver. “Sara, what do you think?” She turned to look at her blonde friend. ”I think if you were even a little bit interested in girls I would totally be trying to make out with you. You look super hot.” Sara smirked mischievously before adding teasingly. “We could have a friends with benefits arrangement.” Felicity laughed knowing Sara wasn’t serious about the making out thing. “Tempting but unfortunately women don’t do it for me. Even if their gorgeous like you.” “Shame.” Sara fake pouted. “So I should wear this one for the date?” She wondered, turning to look in the mirror and even she had to admit she looked damn good in this dress.” “Yes!” Laurel nodded. “Now we just need to pair it with a pair of fuck-me-heels.” Declared Sara. Felicity was all for shoe shopping. She loved shoes but she did not want to wear fuck me heels on her date with Oliver but something told her Sara wouldn’t be dissuaded. She headed back to the changing room to changed back into her clothes and pay for the new additions to her wardrobe. ~*~~*~~*~ Oliver looked toward the entrance for the fourth time since arriving at the romantic Italian restaurant he had chosen for their date. He had shown up early not wanting to be late for once. He was late to a lot of things but this wasn’t something he wanted to screw up. He wasn’t going to mess up this chance to change Felicity’s mind about him. He looked at his phone to see it was five minutes after the time they agreed to meet here, he frowned but when he looked up again he watched as the woman in question walked toward his table. His breath left him in a rush, his gut tightening, his pupils darkening to a storm blue as he took her in. He had thought Felicity was pretty from the very first moment he saw her. But pretty didn’t even begin to describe her. Beautiful, gorgeous, perfect were more better descriptions for her. The red dress she wore fit to her like a second skin, accenting every curve she had stopping just a few inches above her knees, with cutouts along her ribcage the dress and black heels she wore, making her legs seem like they went on for miles, her hair was curled and draped over one shoulder but didn’t abstract his view of the neckline of the dress that hinted at just the right amount of cleavage to be sexy but not slutty. Felicity had entered the restaurant, hoping that Oliver would just pull a dick move and stand her up even if she doubted the likely hood of that happening. Not with how adamant Oliver had been to get her to agree to this date in the first place. When she saw him she felt a twinge of disappointment which she knew was kind of crazy because who the hell gets disappointed from not being stood up for date? Her apparently. She forced a smile. Oliver scrambled to stand up, his chair scraping against the floor in his haste as she approached. “Wow, Felicity, you look..you look.” He let out a breath, giving his head a slight shake. ”Nice?” Felicity supplied, standing just a foot in front of him, noticing he was struggling for the right words. It looked like Sara’s plan of making her look super hot was working better than she expected. Who would of thought, Oliver Queen, playboy of Starling City would be a bit tongue tied over her. “Amazing.” Oliver corrected, the word leaving his lips on a breath. “You look unbelievable.” Despite her reservations about this Felicity felt herself blushing at the compliment and his obvious appreciation. She could actually feel his appreciation, she could also feel he was nervous. She looked him over, reluctantly admitting he looked good himself. “You look pretty good yourself.” She told him. She figured it couldn’t hurt to tell him that before she started pulling out the annoying date behavior that Laurel and Sara suggested would turn Oliver off her. Oliver expression flickered with surprise at the compliment coming from Felicity. When he saw her move toward her chair, he moved quickly. “Here let me get that for you?” He quickly pulled out his chair for her. Felicity hadn’t expected that show of manners from Oliver. She smiled at him in thanks as she took her seat and he pushed her chair in. Oliver quickly took his own seat, offering up a nervous smile. “I’m really glad you showed up.” ”Did you think I wouldn’t? A deal’s a deal.” Maybe so. But I wouldn’t have held it against you if you decided to back out of the deal.” Oliver rubbed his thumb and forefinger together. “I mean, you shouldn’t be forced to go out with me, if you don’t want to.” Felicity was surprised at the admittance. ”Force is a strong word. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be.” It was half true, she wouldn’t be there if she didn’t want to be but she had ulterior motives for being there. She saw this as her chance to get Oliver to cut his losses and move onto the next girl that caught his eye. Oliver wanted to smile at her words but wasn’t sure if she meant what she said. “Can I take your drink order?” A waiter had appeared at their table. “Perhaps I could interest you in some white wine?” “Yes.” Oliver said, hoping it might ease his nerves. The waiter poured Oliver a glass of white wine and moved to do the same for Felicity but Oliver quickly put his hand out stopping the waiter. “She prefers red wine.” ”Of course, Mr. Queen, I’ll be back with a bottle of our finest, right away.” If Felicity hadn’t been so thrown by Oliver knowing that she preferred red wine she would have objected to the waiter’s urgency to wait on them like they were royalty but then again she was out with a Queen. The Queen’s and Merlyn’s practically owned Starling City. ”How do you know that?” Oliver’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Know what?” ”That I like red wine.” ”I don’t know.” Oliver looked down a moment shifting in his seat. “I can’t explain it.” ”Try.” Felicity insisted. She needed to know how he knew that. Was it just some coincidence? ”I don’t know how or why but I feel like I already know you.” ”But you don’t know me.” Felicity frowned at him. “We’ve only met a few times.” ”Maybe so but I know things about you. Small details and I don’t know how.” Felicity looked at him doubtfully. “Like what?” ”Like you hate needles and Kangaroo’s freak you out. You think their evil. You love panda’s and think their adorable, your favorite ice cream is Mint Chocolate Chip and you really love red wine.” A trickle of unease filtered down Felicity’s spine with every word he spoke. She didn’t know how he could know those things about her, hell she hadn’t even told Laurel or Sara about her kangaroo phobia. She was more convinced than ever that even though she hadn’t seen if he had the mark that he was her soulmate. This was so not good. ”Are you alright?” Oliver asked in concern, he could feel her uneasiness like he was the one who was uneasy. ”Where’s that wine.” She muttered. “I could really use a drink.” No sooner had the words left her mouth, had the waiter appeared pouring her a glass of their finest bottle of red, she downed half the glass the second he left their table. Okay, so she wasn’t the only one experiencing weird shit from this soulmate business because there’s no way Oliver just knew that stuff for no reason. It had to be some weird soul mate intuition or something. Felicity had felt bad about her plan to turn this date into a disaster when she could feel his nerves firsthand but not after learning this. She couldn’t be second guessing her decision because the less she connected with him or spent anytime with Oliver the lesser chance of a bond forming. “That’s really something.” She muttered. Oliver watched her closely, he wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting but he expected at least a bigger reaction. Something more..unless.. she knew something that he didn’t. He remembered when they first made their deal and shook hands on it, how he had felt like this spark shot up his arm from the contact and the way his mark flared up pleasantly and how Felicity seemed startled but not surprised not the way he had been. Did she know something he didn’t? He licked his lips about to ask her just that when none other than the chef of the place appeared to introduce himself and ask personally what they wanted to order, honored to have a Queen dining in his restaurant. Felicity didn’t know why but she was surprised to be served by the chef personally. That Queen wealth had a way of getting you treated like royalty not that she cared for the special treatment. It had fallen silent and Oliver racked his brain for something to discuss, his nerves once again getting the better of him. “The weather’s been nice.” He commented. Oh God, did he really just comment on the weather? ”It has.” Felicity agreed, keeping her answer short, deciding it was about a good time as any to start turning this date to a disaster but then she suddenly recalled. “Oh, thank you for the lunch the other day, you didn’t have to.” “I know but I knew you skipped lunch and well it would have been a shame if you starved to death before our date.” He teased, he hadn’t really expected her to thank him. “Yeah, that would have just been the worse.” Felicity said. “You would have to found another girl to try and seduce.” “You’re not just any girl.” “I’m sure you said that before. Lots of times.” “Okaay, that is, well not wrong.” Oliver said laughing at her spunk. “But I didn’t mean it with them.” “And you expect me to believe you mean it now?” Felicity arched a disbelieving eyebrow at him. “No, not really.” Oliver laughed. “But I’m sure I can convince you.” Felicity narrowed her eyes at how sure he sounded. “Talk is cheap, just because you say you mean it doesn’t mean anything.” “I have no problem proving it to you.” Oliver said, giving her a once over, giving his head a shake cause damn did she look like sin tonight. “Just say the word and I’ll show you with more than just my words that I mean it when I say it to you.” Felicity rolled her eyes just as her phone pinged, she retrieved it, checking it and saw that she had a text message from Sara. Did Oliver like the dress? She quickly moved her fingers over the keys texting back to Sara. Seeing as he’s already made suggestive comments I would say yes. Plus he did keep looking her over, with dark eyes, if he looked any closer Felicity would think he was trying to undress her with his eyes. Not to mention she could feel his lust like it was her emotion and was doing her best to ignore it. Good. Laurel wondering if it’s wrong that she’s getting a thrill messing with Oliver? Felicity lips curled in faint amusement, she rather thought Laurel and Sara were enjoying this a bit much for the normal. Their friendship with Oliver was a strange one if you ask her. Maybe. But I won’t judge, gotta go, Oliver’s watching me and it slipped my mind its rude to be texting while on a date. Felicity set her phone face down. “Sorry.” “You don’t have to apologize though I do have to admit it’s a bit of ego killer that you took the time to text during our date.” He teased. “Can’t say that’s happened to me before.” “Maybe you’re not all that interesting.” Felicity quipped. Oliver gave a laugh. “Then perhaps I can convince you otherwise.” His hand wrapped around his wine glass and he never removed his eyes from hers as he lifted it to his lips, taking a slow swallow of wine. “You can certainly try.” She replied just as their food was brought out to them by the waiter with the chef. “I hope the food will be to your liking.” He smiled. Oliver offered one of his smiles that he used for the cameras. “I’m sure it is.” He grabbed a fork and took a bite, chewing carefully and nodding in approval. The chef looked to her and Felicity breathed deeply preparing herself to act like one of those obnoxious food critic people in hopes of annoying Oliver or make him think she was high maintenance. Like really super high maintenance. She took a bite and purposely made a face. “Do you not like it?” Oliver asked, seeing her face scrunch up when she swallowed her bite of food. “It’s too bland.” She lied, pushing the plate away. “Too bland?” The chef repeated, he couldn’t recall a time when anyone had called his food bland. “Yes, bland.” Said Felicity, raising her chin haltingly, committing to the act. “Lacks flavor.” The chef glanced nervously at Oliver before turning back to her. “I can whip you up another plate, one with more flavor.” “You do that.” Felicity pushed the plate away from her. The chef nodded, apologized and quickly disappeared. Oliver watched her inquisitively, he didn’t take her for the picky eater kind of girl. She really didn’t seem the type. ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ The chef frowned, his annoyance clear as he waited for Felicity to give her approval. It was the fourth time that he had brought a new plate out to her. She had complained about the food each time he brought her a meal out. His food was too bland, too dull, the sauce wasn’t seasoned enough, was too thick. You name it, Felicity nicked picked at it in an attempt to seem like the worst date to take out to dinner. “If you don’t like the food here we could go somewhere else?” Oliver suggested when her fourth change plate was brought out. Felicity had to refrain from groaning in frustration, she had been trying to annoy him by being a picky food eater but all she managed to do was annoy the chef as he stood at the table waiting for her approval. Felicity sighed internally. She would have to go a different route to try and turn him off her. Felicity lifted the bite of her food and chewed, and allowed herself to savior the taste, being honest with what she said next. “It’s perfect.” The chef blew out a breath of relief before turning to Oliver. “Enjoy, Mr. Queen. I hope you visit often. It was my pleasure to cook for you.” When he turned to leave however Felicity cleared her throat. Felicity felt a twinge of guilt when he turned back with a look of dread. “I’m sorry for being a pain. You’re an amazing chef.” The Chef let relief wash over him, nodded at her compliment and disappeared back into the kitchen. “We don’t have to eat here if you don’t like the food.” Oliver frowned at her sudden change in opinion. “No, I love the food here.” She admitted, taking a bite of her food. “I’m glad.” Oliver smiled, beginning to finally eat his own food though he was confused if she loved the food here why she would complain about it. Felicity bit the inside of cheek. Okay so she would try something else that guys hated. A silence fell over them as Felicity contemplated what to try next. “How long have you been working at QC?” Felicity looked up to see Oliver watching her, waiting for an answer. “A few months but I interned a year before.” “Did you always want to work with IT?” Oliver wondered. “I originally wanted to work in Applied Sciences and I kind of just fell into the IT role instead, not that I’m complaining because I love working with computers.” Felicity paused, as a thought occurred to her. Men’s eyes always glazed over when she talked about what she did. Maybe she could ward him off by talking non-stop about something he could care less about. “So computers is your thing?” Oliver asked with interest, he never really dated a IT Geek before. Sure he slept with a few smart girls before but not MIT smart. Felicity was a first for him in a lot of ways. “Why did you want to work in Applied Science instead?” “Don’t get me wrong working in the IT department is great and I love writing code but I want to make a difference and present change, I want to be creating tech..the kind of tech that could…” Oliver listened to Felicity with rapt attention, he enjoyed the way her eyes lit up when he talked about what she did, what she wanted, the way she talked with such passion about her work. He couldn’t recall hearing someone speak with so much passionate about what they do. It was interesting to him because he didn’t feel that passionate about anything he did not to the degree that she clearly did and he wondered what that must feel like. ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ Felicity thought if she kept talking non-stop Oliver would become annoyed with it. Guys hated a girl who talked too much. But as she continued to talk about her work with computers, writing code and algorithms. Oliver looked to be hanging onto her every word. Why the hell was his eyes not glazing over? Why didn’t he looked annoyed with how much she was talking? Instead he appeared to be really interested in every word she said, his focus completely on her, an almost endeared look in his eyes, his lips curved in amusement. “Could we interest you in dessert?” A waiter appeared at their table as another cleared their empty plates. “Can I interest you in more wine?” “No on the wine.” Felicity shook her head, she still had to drive herself home and she wasn’t looking to get drunk. “They have excellent chocolate desserts here though. You like chocolate, right?” Oliver wondered. It was strange how he instinctively knew some things and not others. “What girl doesn’t like Chocolate.” Felicity picked up the menu, skimming through the dessert section. “I’ll have a slice of your double fudge cake.” “I’ll have the same.” Oliver told him. “Oh, uh, the double fudge is nut free? Right?” Felicity questioned. She learned it was always good to be cautious. “Yes, there’s no nuts in the double fudge ma’am.” He nodded. “Okay good.” She noticed Oliver’s questioning look. “I’m allergic. Like anaphylactic shock allergic.” Oliver eyes widened. He would have to file that knowledge away for future reference. He would hate to be the cause of her accidentally having a highly allergic reaction. “I’ll keep that in mind.” Felicity doubted he would, Laurel and Sara both said he wasn’t one for long term relationships and seeing as according to them anything with commitment or responsibility had him practically breaking out in hives she doubted he would need to remember that she was allergic to peanuts or anything with nuts. “Is there anything else I should know about you for future reference?” She didn’t want him knowing anything about her really. Things would be better in the long run if he didn’t. “No, not really.” “Okay then, tell me about yourself.” “Tired of me talking about work?” She asked, trying not to let it show how hopeful she was about that. “I’m annoying you, right?” “Quite the opposite.” Oliver shook his head. “I mean I barely understood anything you said about computers but I’m pretty sure I could listen to you all day and not get tired of hearing just the sound of your voice.” Felicity frowned in disappointed. What the hell did it take for her to annoy him, get on his nerves or something. Oliver looked at her strangely. “Did I say something wrong. Wait.” He tilted his head at her. “Are you trying to annoy me on purpose?” “No, of course not.” Felicity said immediately. “I mean who would purposely try to be annoying on a date.” She gave a nervous laugh. “That would be like trying to sabotage your own date. Who would even do something like that?” She reached for her glass of water, taking a large gulp just as their dessert were delivered. Oliver arched a brow at her, she was a terrible liar and if she thought all her talking would get on his nerves she was wrong. There was something about her rambles that gave him a light, warm feeling. And to be honest the way she clearly grew flustered while lying and rambling at the same time was endearing in its own way. In a way that was completely her. A Felicity Smoak way. “What can you tell me about yourself.” Oliver wondered, taking a bite of his cake. “I’m kind of new to Starling, I moved here just a few months ago.” She wiped her thumb across the slice of her cake, wondering if one could still be considered new to a city if they been living there for a few months. Oliver’s eyes followed her movements with rapt attention, watching as she pressed the pad of her thumb to her lips, sucking the icing from her skin. It was a simple action but still it sent a jolt of want through his body, his eyes darkening. “Where are you from?” He had to clear his throat before speaking again. “Vegas.” “Vegas.” Oliver repeated, his mouth curving. “I wasn’t expecting that.” “I’m sure there are a lot of things about me you wouldn’t expect.” “But I look forward to finding each and every one of them out.” Oliver took a bite of his cake chewing thoughtfully. “Do you have any siblings?” “Only child.” Felicity lifted a forkful of cake to her lips, the chocolate immediately exploding on her taste buds and she made an appreciative little noise. “Wow, that is some seriously good cake. I might need to come here again just for the cake alone.” “I’ll take you.” Oliver promised. “We could come here again for a second date.” “You want a second date?” Felicity frowned. “Do you normally take a girl out more than once.” “There have been a few I’ve dated for a few weeks.” Admittedly it never went longer than a month on those few occasions. Okay it was never more than two weeks but still it lasted past the one night stand. “So you’re serious about this.” She waved a hand between them. “Can you see this going somewhere?” She hoped his answer was no if not she would have to resort to her last solution. His commitment phobia. “I..” Oliver paused, it wasn’t the first time he’d been asked that by a woman but it would be the first time he didn’t lie telling her only want she wanted to hear or answer in the negative. “I think there’s potential here for more.” “Good.” Felicity put on her brightest smile. “I feel I should be completely honest with you when I get involved with someone I’m in it for the long haul.” “Long haul?” Oliver repeated, feeling his heart skip a beat “You mean long term, right?” “Very long term.” Felicity nodded, this was it, if Sara and Laurel were right this was her key to chase him off. “I mean, we’ll have to eventually move in together at some point down the line.” Felicity had to stop herself from cringing by how crazy she knew she must have sounded. Oliver felt something trickle down his spine, but it wasn’t dread like he expected, he thought about his dream and how right it had felt, he found he didn’t feel dread, quite the opposite actually. “That doesn’t sound as bad as I once believed.” He said candidly. Felicity’s eyes widened. “You do know how serious a commitment moving in with someone is, don’t you? Sharing every aspect of your life with someone, learning them inside and out? Putting up with each others annoying habits? No secrets between you?” Oliver shifted in his seat. “Yeah, I understand what a commitment it is and what the next step is in a relationship after moving in together, too. Eventually down the line, settling down for the whole white picket fence life with marriage, possibly two point five kids and a family pet.” Felicity eyes widened and she shifted uneasily. “That’s a whole lot of responsibility and commitment that I’m sure you don’t want.” She took a bite of her cake, unable to bring herself to keep his gaze. “It wasn’t.” Oliver admitted, his hand reaching out toward her face and Felicity tense as his thumb swiped over the corner of her lips, coming away with a smudge of icing, her skin tingling with the brief touch, her mark heating pleasantly. “But I don’t know..the thought of having those things don’t scare me like they used to. Not if I have those things with you.” Oliver placed the pad of his thumb to his lips, licking the chocolate from his skin. Felicity watched his movements closely, and felt a surge of want heat her skin. She felt a wave of uneasiness at the sudden want she felt for him by such a simple action, she quickly shook her head trying to banish the feelings. “Do you even hear yourself?” Felicity exclaimed, she could feel a sense of panic inside her. “You hate commitment or anything resembling responsibility.” Oliver’s brow furrowed, a lot of people knew that about him because of tabloids but he didn’t think Felicity was one to read that trash. “How would you know that?” “Because Sara and Laurel told me! You’re supposed to get freaked out. You’re supposed to-“ “Wait.” Oliver interrupted her, his brow pulling together in utter confusion. “Are you trying to ruin this date? Why?” He could feel her unease and panic and he didn’t know why and he couldn’t understand why she was feeling that way. What about him filled her with such unease and panic? That was such a good question and one she had no intention of answering. “I have to go.” Felicity pushed up from the table. “Thank you for dinner.” It barely took Oliver anytime at all to react, he quickly stood, tossing a few hundred dollars onto the table and chased after her, catching up to her easily in the parking lot. “Felicity, wait.” Felicity whirled around not realizing just how close he was, nearly colliding into his chest, she took a step back to put space between them. “Look, I kept my end of the deal. We went out. We had dinner and that’s all I agreed to.” “A date you spent the night trying to what? Get me not to want to see you? Being picky about your food on purpose? Talking non-stop thinking it would annoy me when really it did the opposite. Trying to scare me off with the prospect of a serious commitment.” “I need you not to be interested in me. I need you not to want to see me again.” Felicity told him sharply. “I need you to just move onto someone else.” “I don’t want to move onto someone else.” Oliver declared, he couldn’t remember the last time he felt so passionate about someone. “I want you.” Felicity didn’t understand why but his words sent a pang of an emotion she couldn’t put a name to or maybe she didn’t want to. “We don’t always get what we want, Oliver.” She turned back around, taking the last steps to her car when she felt his fingers encircling her wrist, but his grip wasn’t forceful like one might expect, he used the light hold to turn her back around but she barely noticed as she felt a buzz beneath her skin from his touch, goosebumps raising on her flesh. Oliver froze the same feeling going up his arm, he moved his hand down, taking her hand in his and sucked in a breath as it was like he could suddenly feel everything she was feeling so much stronger than before than what he himself felt. He felt her unease, her panic, her fear. “Just answer me this, why are you fighting this so hard, what has you so scared that you won’t even consider giving me a real chance?” He looked at her imploringly, his free hand taking her other hand in his own so he was holding both of them, taking a step closer to her, their bodies almost brushing as he stared down into her wide blue eyes. “You can’t tell me you don’t feel this, this connection between us. It’s strong and unlike anything I have ever felt before. With anyone.” He paused his grasp tightening on her hands even as he felt a buzz travel beneath his skin, like he was truly awake for the first time in his life. “You can’t tell me it mean’s nothing.” Felicity felt a shiver wrack through her, that traveled straight to her mark and she could feel the mark, flaring up warmer than before almost to a burning degree, fear struck her at the sudden feeling. “It does mean nothing.” Felicity wrenched her hands out of his. “Nothing can ever happen between us. The faster you accept that the better.” She quickly opened her car door, pulling quickly out of the parking lot, trying to force herself to calm down. So concerned with getting far away from Oliver that she could Felicity failed to notice Oliver’s brow furrow, his hand going to his mark as it flared as he felt her fear as if it was his own, stumbling backwards from the feeling and the deep disappointment he felt at seeing her drive away from him. ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ Felicity rushed inside her apartment the door closing loudly behind her. “Hey, I hope you don’t mind but I was hoping to crash here tonight.” Felicity was unsurprised to find Sara there, after all she told Sara she was welcome there anytime. She consider the other blonde as her best friend and had even given her a key so she could let herself in when she needed to but at that moment Felicity couldn’t bring herself to assure her that she was welcome to stay as long as she wanted like she usually did. She quickly walked though her apartment past where Sara was flipping through channels on her couch, heading straight for the bathroom. “Hey, did the date go okay?” She heard Sara asked as she shut the bathroom door behind her. Felicity quickly unzipped her dress as her mark grew hotter, shedding her dress, she stared in the mirror at her mark gritting her teeth from the burn she felt, watching in horror as the mark seemed to glow red with a vengeance, tears welled in her eyes, feeling like her skin was literally burning, she quickly wet a towel with cold water and pressed it to her skin, trying to breathe through the pain. The pain increased before it got better as she brought up free hand to her mouth to muffle the urge to cry out in pain. When the pain finally subsided she breathed deeply in relief. It had felt like someone took a hot iron to her skin, searing it all over again. She removed the wet cloth from her skin, tossing it in the sink and staring at the angry red raised flesh of the mark that contrasted sharply with her pale skin standing out. “Felicity, is everything okay?” Sara pushed the bathroom door open, concerned with how Felicity how tore through the apartment like her clothes were on fire. “Did somethi- Oh my God, what happened?” Felicity whirled around eyes wide, immediately noticing Sara’s gaze on her mark. Felicity flushed, standing there in nothing but her bra and underwear with Sara staring at her mark. Sara’s eyes lit up with fire. “Who did this to you?!” Felicity shook her head opening her mouth to explain but snapped it shut because how the hell was she supposed to explain this to Sara? Other than telling her the truth but would Sara even believe her? Or would she think she was crazy? But Fuck, by the angry appalled look on Sara’s face she didn’t think she was getting out of this one without saying something. Not if her friend had anything to say about it and Sara looked like she was ready to kill someone. “What happened, Felicity?!"

#olicity #arrow #oliver x felicity #oliver queen #felicity smoak #soulmates #soulmates au #fanfic #arrow fanfiction #olicity fanfiction #ao3fic

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Superhusbands4ever’s January 2017 Fic Rec

Hey guys! So I got the idea to do a monthly fic rec where I list any Tony ship fics that I read and liked that month (because I read a ridiculous amount of fanfiction, it’s crazy), and a lot of people were interested! So I’m going to post each month’s list on the last day of every month, but I’m posting two this month since I missed January (there’ll be more in next month’s, I promise). (If you’re not a Tony fan this list probably won’t interest you lmao)

January | February

Fics marked with ** are personal favorites that I highly recommend you read. Like if you don’t read the others, at least read those.

Stony (Steve/Tony)

And In The Silence That Follows by lazywriter7 - Civil War fix it (kinda) - 20K - Now a series!

“But as a guy who’s never been good at anything but killing- lemme tell you this. Wars can come to us, and we can fight to end them.”

“But nothing’s ever worth starting one. Nothing at all.”

As the dust of Civil War starts to settle- Steve begins to see a couple of things.

Your Name on Every Wall by Sineala - 616 Fix it of so many things, general knowledge of Civil War and Original Sin recommended - 18K

The Time Gem throws Steve into the past rather than the future, and in doing so, it gives him the opportunity to undo his past mistakes. But when it turns out that all of his mistakes involve Tony Stark, Steve begins to wonder if he's ever going to be able to mend things between them.

**Proof Positive Series by MegaraNoelle - Superfamily & SO MUCH FEELS - 362K - WIP

Tony is no stranger to paternity claims from his female conquests, there's a system in place for them. But when one of the tests actually comes back positive, he makes a rash decision to not tell anyone about it, not even Pepper Potts. All Mary Parker wants is for Tony to spend a little time with their son. Tony has a lot to think about in his life now, how he wants to run his company, how his life is going to change with the arc reactor, and what he's going to do about his son, Peter. Then, the Avengers Initiative pops up, and in waltzes his childhood hero, and enemy, Captain America.

Follows the lives of the Starks, Parkers, and Rogers', as they grow up, and grow in life.

(more under the cut)

WinterIron (Bucky/Tony)

Even Darkness Must Pass by Finely Honed (jaqen_hgar) - Dad!Tony, Super cute - 15K

Someone requested a story where Tony has a shy/withdrawn child that had trouble warming up to the other Avengers, but likes Bucky right away. Their friendship helps Bucky heal post Winter Soldier. Combined with a prompt asking for nerd love, where Bucky had read the Hobbit back in the day, and Tony introduces him to Lord of the Rings.

“Fake it till you make it,” Bucky whispered to himself, swallowing around his panic. Sam had drilled the idea into him, and it had become a mantra of sorts, something to hold onto when all he wanted to do was blend into the shadows and disappear.

“You’ll be fine.”

Steve placed a warm, strong hand on Bucky’s shoulder and squeezed, his super soldier ears having picked up Bucky uttering the now familiar saying.

Bucky nodded, tried to believe his own words, and followed Steve onto the common floor, a wall of sound hitting them as they entered.

Play Date by Akira_of_the_Twilight - De-aged!Tony, Protective!Bucky - 27K

“Forgive me, Captain," FRIDAY said. "I needed a moment to be certain I hadn’t erred, but based on my facial recognition systems, I can safely say that Mr. Barnes and Mr. Wilson have located Tony.”

“What the fuck?” Bucky rose to his feet.

The kid tried to run, but Sam caught the rugrat and restrained him.

“Let me go!” The kid struggled. “My dad isn’t going to pay any ransom. You’re just wasting your time.”

Ransom? Facial recognition?

Bucky stared at the kid—really looked at his face.

Amber eyes, oval face, olive skin, strong but narrow chin, a slightly larger than normal forehead, and a nose somewhere between small and medium in size.

“Oh, fuck. Tony?”

The tears were back in Tony’s eyes. “Fuck you, you assholes!” He wiggled one arm free and punched Sam in the kneecap.

I’ll Be Your Bodyguard (If You Be My Security Blanket) by NarutoRox - De-aged!Bucky - 5K

When one of Loki's pranks gone wrong leaves the team with a young Winter Soldier in their care, they know they're going to have their hands full. Especially since this newer, tinier version of Bucky seems to have a bodyguard complex - and a particular attachment to Tony.

Stuckony (Steve/Bucky/Tony)

Just Far Enough by TheSopherfly - CACW Fix-It - *Heed the Warnings* - 52K

Tony couldn’t honestly remember how long it had been like this. Probably since the day he’d called T’Challa and offered his help. At first it had just been compulsive self-denial: you can’t eat until you’ve drafted your opening remarks, until you’ve finished your research, until you’ve rewritten every last colon and comma and apostrophe in those Accords so that everyone can come home.

Those goals had been realistic. Lately, they’d become impossible. Until everyone forgives you. Until you forgive yourself. Until you make up for every bad thing you’ve ever caused.

He was fine. He was coasting in a dangerous place, but he was fine. He wasn't taking it too far - just far enough.

Hellooo Nurse! Verse by themthere_taterthings - Medical AU, Nurse!Tony - 23K - WIP

Steve and Bucky are magnets for trouble and keep getting hurt in crazy ways. Tony is the ER nurse who is constantly treating them. One of them is always hitting on Tony, who's more than a little confused by the attention.

**Hide A Heart Of War by RayShippouUchiha - Soulmate AU, Soul Mark AU - SO MUCH ANGST - THIS HURT MY SOUL IT WAS SO GOOD - PERSONAL FAVORITE

“You’ve got war in your heart boy,” Howard sneers, “don’t ever try and pretend to be anything but what you are.”

Tony feels the familiar burn of a flower mark being etched into his skin but he doesn’t look, doesn’t try and check to see what it is. Instead he keeps his eyes on Howard and his hands cupped around his bleeding mouth and nose.

General Tony Feels

not so different, you and i by theapplepielifestyle - Stony, mostly IronWidow Bro-TP centric - 15K

Three years ago, the idea that Tony Stark being one of her best friends would have been something she’d laugh at.

Not even laugh- she’d have given whoever suggested it a dry look and changed the subject.

Supernanny by ashinan - Stony (background) - Mostly Team (and specifically Tony) Whump - Sickfic - 9K

The one thing Coulson has never quite understood is where he gained the title of Supernanny.

**Stick With Us by petroltogo - High School AU - Tony Angst/Whump - Happy Ending - 4K

Prompt fill: can u write like a hs au, with avengers as a group of friends. they act like they think tony doesn't have feelings, they seem to never take him seriously and they often tease him or laugh at sth that actually hurts him (they dont know that it makes him feel bad) he usually just takes it, because he thinks he deserves it. but then he has just the worst day ever, and they make some comment abt sth and he just breaks and starts crying, cause he just wants someone to care abt him. they comfort him.

**Gone by nonna - Post-CACW - Gen, but can be read as WinterIron or IronPanther (I see more WinterIron) - Bucky, T’Challa, Wanda, Tony-centric - Blind!Tony - 47K - WIP

In the final fight scene of Captain America Civil War, Tony's helmet breaks off the armour after the relentless clashing it receives.

What if the harsh hits to his head create serious complications for Tony, and he loses his sight?

Special shout outs to @silly-nargles @thejaded-feather @beautiful-tyrant77 @iron_blue @arcreactorforaheart @thicketofwires @katharctic @martameetstumblr @biivory69 and @shiznosaur-blog for specifically letting me know about their interest in this idea and basically giving me the push to do this! Next list, February 28th!

#monthly fic rec #stony fic rec #winteriron #stony #stevetony #stuckony #tony stark fic rec #fic rec

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Main Pairing: 1p2p America

Soulmate/Band AU

Allen gulped, his leg jostling up and down as he tapped his fingers in an unknown rhythm on his knee. An untouched waterbottle sat next to him on the couch and he reached out as if to take a drink before drawing his hand back again. He played with the piercing on his lip and sighed, closing his eyes for a few seconds and taking a deep breath.

He was nervous. Completely, utterly nervous.

“Calm down, man,” Matt said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. Allen focused on his breathing. Four seconds in, hold one second, eight seconds out.

“Hey Al, could you come help me for a sec?” Flavio stuck his head out of a dressing room and struggled to keep the door closed. “I’m, uh, having some trouble.” Something smacked Flavio on the back of the head and he glared into the room viciously.

Allen laughed, his voice wavering only slightly. “Can’t you just turn on the ugly, Flavi?”

Flavio scoffed. “While you barbarians can do that easily, it is impossible for me to be ugly.” Matt rolled his eyes and Lutz laughed mockingly, but Allen forced himself to his feet and strolled over to the dressing room. Once his was in range Flavio latched onto his arm and dragged him in the room, slamming the door shut behind them.

Inside was a raging Luciano, with Kuro egging him on and causing just as much, if not more, trouble than the italian. Flavio sighed in irritation and said, “They won’t put on the clothes I tell them to and I can’t get within ten feet of them with a makeup brush. It’s irritating and, dare I say, stressful, and I do not need more stress in my life. I mean, have you seen these wrinkles? It’s this atmosphere, I can’t stay calm!”

Allen scoffed. “Liar. You’ve lived with Luciano all of your life. You can handle this and more.”

Flavio examined his nails carefully. “Maybe so, but you need to get your mind off the concert.” Allen’s smirk dropped off his face instantly. Flavio noticed with a sigh and turned to Luciano and Kuro, a dangerous glint in his eye.

“Luciano, if you aren’t in those clothes in ten seconds I will strangle you with my scarf. And Kuro, sit in that chair and don’t move, so help me I will burn all of your magazines.”

Luciano had lived with Flavio enough to know of his seriousness (he wanted that last time to be the only time Flavio actually carried out his scarf-strangling threat) so he snatched his concert clothes and disappeared into the closet, still uncomfortable with changing in front of others. Kuro grumbled, meandering over to the chair and muttering something about “You don’t know where they are anyway…”

Flavio laughed humorlessly. “Under the third seat in the back of the tour bus, under the box marked ‘Matt’s stuff, do not touch.’”

Kuro hurried to the chair after that and Flavio got to work on his face, making sure he would look flawless under the bright lights on stage. Allen took that as the sign he should leave, and he opened the door to exit. It was a deep pink, pink on Flavio’s request and dark on Luciano’s.

“Calm down, Allen. You’ll do fine. And if you keep worrying, even I won’t be able to cover your worry-lines.” Flavio didn’t look up from his work, but Allen shot him a grateful glance and the unusually thoughtful statement from the fashionista. He stepped through the door, but not without catching a glimpse of the words tattooed on Flavio’s left wrist: I swear to god if you take one more step towards me I will stab you with this pencil. He snickered, the entertaining statement brushing away a few of his nerves. A glance at his own wrist washed away another good portion: I totally just won ten bucks.

Well… they sounded fun, anyway.

“Opening band out in five!” Oliver chirped, carrying a clipboard out to the lounging bandmembers. Matt, Kuro, Luciano, Lutz, Klaus, and of course Allen himself made up the main show, being the band everyone had come to see. Allen wanted to say he remembered the names of the openers, but he was too distracted and frankly didn’t really care.

“Ready for your first night in New York?” Matt questioned, drawing a long sip from Allen’s abandoned water bottle. Allen took a deep breath, his former nerves suddenly lesser. He knew it was from his friends influence but he was too prideful to admit it.

“Hell yeah.” Allen plopped down next to his cousin and snagged the bottle back. Luciano and Kuro wandered out of the dressing room looking disheveled but ready and they joined the two in the lounge area. Flavio exited the dressing room moments later with a smug look on his face.

“Where’s Lutz?” Luciano asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously at the lack of german in the room.

“Beer room,” Matt replied shortly. Luciano muttered swears under his breath and stalked off to drag the mischievous german back to the rest of the band. He said something about no patience, waiting until after, and just restocked.

Pounding music suddenly entered the room, beating through the walls as the openers started their show. It was muffled but still quite audible in the back room where they would be meeting the VIP’s after the show. Allen smirked to himself. Meeting the VIP’s was always his favorite part, especially when they realized that yes, they were all as brash in real life as they were on stage.

It was also entertaining to see them attempt to get their drummer, Klaus, to speak. Speaking of which…

“Where’s our mute?” Allen tilted his head back and gazed at the ceiling, squinting at a questionable stain.

“Selective mute,” Oliver called out from the monitor. He was the one to make it all run smoothly and the bandmembers were more grateful to him than he would ever know.

“Hiding, probably.” Kuro snickered, flipping a pen expertly across his fingers. Allen watched jealously for a moment before a sound caught his attention.

“Ah, there you are Klaus! Wondering when you’d grace us with your silent presence.” Allen grinned at the drummer who shot him an unamused glare before leaning back into a chair. He reached out to grab one of the refreshments on the table only for Flavio to slap it away without looking.

“No food until after the show,” he said absentmindedly, tapping away at his phone. The bandmembers were once again surprised by his seemingly all-knowing nature. Klaus scowled and leaned back.

The group joked and fooled around for a few more minutes until Oliver called out to them, “On in ten!”

They stood up with a flurry of activity, Flavio flitting around them with last-minute changes. In no time at all they were out on stage, singing or playing to the beat that Klaus set. Lights flashed and their music rang out, Allen and Luciano singing with Matt on guitar, Kuro on the bass guitar and Lutz on keyboard. Allen was also playing the guitar but Luciano was only singing.

Their first song ended with a dramatic flashing of the lights and a powerful chord from all of the instruments and the crowd went wild, screaming in excitement and cheering for them madly.

“What’s up New York citay?” Allen called into the mike. The crowd went crazy. “I gotta say, I was seriously looking forward to this. What New Yorker’s never played in his own city before?” He paused as the crowd yelled to him, and he heard many “Welcome home!”s. He smirked. How had he been so nervous about this? Of course New York would accept him.

“What a heart-wrenching homecoming,” Luciano snarked into his own mike, eliciting laughter from the crowd that only grew when Allen shot a fake-glare his way. “Let’s get back to the reason all of you lovely folks came out here!” The crowd cheered and Luciano gestured to Klaus and Kuro to start the beat. A few seconds in Lutz joined in with chords and then the song was underway, Matt, Luciano, and Allen joining at appropriate times.

Two or three songs later they stopped again for a planned surprise. Lutz had a stupid grin on his face that was mirrored by Kuro, while Klaus rolled his eyes at the two. Matt looked three steps away from smacking Kuro for turning up his base for the last song. Allen didn’t see any of that, too busy preparing for the upcoming event.

“We’ve put together a little surprise for y’all, something we’ve never done before. I’m guessing you want to know what it is?” Allen teased the crowd. They yelled at him excitedly and mock-angrily and he laughed.

“Don’t keep them waiting, cherry-head,” Luciano snickered to himself.

“Oh I won’t sharp-stuff,” Allen shot back. The crowd loved the banter that constantly happened on stage, mostly between Luciano and Allen since they were the ones with the mikes. Occasionally Kuro made a snide comment into his base-mike and sometimes Lutz snuck up behind Allen or Luciano and stole their mike. Klaus only ever made obscene gestures from his seat at the back of the stage that Matt occasionally translated into his guitar mike, much to the delight of the crowd.

“Now, we’ve chosen one seat that will get to come up on stage for us and get a free signature from any of the band members,” Allen started, gesturing widely to the other four, “though we all know it’ll be me.” He winked at the crowd and got a pretty positive reaction. He moved on. “And they get to request a song, any song, even if it’s a cover. Just don’t pick Silent Night, okay?” Some laughs. Okay, he was good. “Now, I’m guessing you guys want to know which seat it is, right?”

The crowd screamed louder than they had all night. Or maybe not. They were always pretty loud.

Allen shot Luciano a smirk. “Let ‘em have it, shorty.”

Luciano glared at him while the crowd let out a well-timed “ooooo”. Allen’s pretty sure a few of them started chanting “Fight fight fight fight” but he pretended not to hear them.

What? Luciano keeps knives on his person.

“Row G…” Luciano started slowly. A large portion of the crowd groaned in disappointment. “Seat 603.”

One of the people threw his arms in the air in celebration. He most likely would have shot out of his seat if he had not been already standing. Multiple people shot him nasty looks - even from the stage Allen could tell - but the winner didn’t seem to care. He was led to the stage by one of the bodyguards and the teen jumped up exuberantly. Well, he looked like a teen, anyway. If anything a young adult.

Allen’s smirk widened. The boy had soft-looking straw-blonde hair, and sparkling blue eyes brighter than the sky. He almost hopped in place and his wide smile was shining in excitement. Allen reached out his hand and drew the boy closer to center stage.

“So, starshine, how does it feel to be the winner?” Allen asked with a smirk, hand on his shoulder incase he felt the heat from the lights glaring on the band at all times. It wouldn’t be the first time someone fainted on stage.

“I totally just won ten bucks.” The boy blurted out. Allen thought he could see the person the boy had been sitting by slap himself on the forehead but he couldn’t be sure. He blinked, something twinging inside of him. He ignored it.

“Uh…” Luciano furrowed his eyebrows while Allen just laughed. The boy went bright red and he hurried to explain himself.

“I mean, my brother didn’t think I would win, so I started a bet with him, and I did win, so he owes me ten bucks.” He rubbed his arm awkwardly then froze. Allen was suddenly struck with a thought and he stiffened. The lights seemed to shine ten times brighter and time went in slow motion. The two simultaneously looked at their wrists in wide-eyed shock.

And on them were the exact words the other had first said.

They slowly looked back at each other and the world came rushing back into focus. The crowd was freaking out and Allen’s bandmates had various reactions. Kuro was snickering while saying “No way, no frickin’ way” and Lutz was full out laughing, bent over his keyboard from unbelievable odds of it all. Luciano was gaping at the two and Klaus was hiding his smirk behind his hand.

Allen slapped his signature smirk over his face. “So what’s your name, starshine?”

#did i ever say I was a sucker for 1p2p ships #hopefully there will be a sequel to this #hetalia #aph america #2p america #1p2p ships #1p2p america #veggie burgers #2p japan #2p canada #2p prussia #2p germany #2p romano #2p england #soulmate au #band au #mywritings

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