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A/N- A followup to my drabble “Cabin Fever.” This will become a one-shot series (so they don’t directly rely on each other) following the premise that Felicity fakes her death after 4x09 to escape Dhark and allow Oliver more time to neutralize him. However, Felicity insists on staying in the bunker, in order to remain part of the team as she heals.

“Oliver?” Felicity whispered into the dark. She could smell his scent, feel his familiar body settle in against hers, his arms envelop her waist, his lips press against her neck… but her dreams had fooled her before. On nights when he was out fulfilling his vigilante duties, or stayed alone at the loft to keep up the pretenses that he still lived there full time, Felicity would awake in the middle of the night, positive her fiancé was still beside her.

“Mmhmm?” He mumbled in reply, lazily burying his face into the back of her neck.

Felicity gave herself a moment to let the relief wash over her. She hadn’t gone crazy in this bunker. At least not yet. “You’re here,” she finally replied, lifting her left arm so Oliver could slide his own under her’s. Sure, this hospital bed was not made for two people, but that hadn’t stopped them before.

“I missed you.” He stated matter-of-factly. Felicity didn’t need to see his face to know his eyes were closed. His voice had a different innocence when he was about to drift off to sleep. She remembered the first time she had heard it, back in Nanda Parbat, she never wanted the sound to stop.

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Almost as Cool as a Car

A/N- just some fluff to follow the angsty ending from last night. (tagging @felicityqueenforever and anyone else who wants me to tag at some point)

“But, mama… Why didn’t you name me Lightening!? Then I could be Lightening Queen! Like Lightening McQueen!”

Felicity pulled her son into her lap with a huff, his weight reminding her that she would not be able to attempt the same movement for much longer. Instead of laughing at his notion, which her husband kept insisting would ruin her son’s budding self-esteem, Felicity took a deep breath and tried to keep the serious but patient tone that Oliver always used, “Because, Donny, you’re named after you’re grandma. And she’s even cooler than Lightening McQueen.”

Donny looked up at his mother, his furrowed brow and pursed lips making him look even more like his father than he already did. “Not really mama. She’s a lotta fun, but Lightening McQueen saved the world, AGAIN! He does it every movie! Grandma can’t do that! She can only make mac and cheese from the box! And last time she burned it.”

As if to prove his point, Donny reached over to the side of his bed and pulled one of the many Cars plushies out from between the wall and the bed. He hugged the well-loved toy before holding it up so his mother could see it better. For a boy who had been raised around as many actual superheroes as civilians, his parents couldn’t help but be surprised by his obsession with the never-ending Cars franchise.

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A/N- A 5 minute Olicity drabble explaining how a Jewish girl from Las Vegas developed a hidden Christmas movie obsession. I may expand on this at some point during the holiday season but I figured I’d present it as is for now! Thanks for reading! ( @felicityqueenforever you mentioned wanting to be tagged in the future. I didn’t forget, I just haven’t written in a while!)

“Wait…” Oliver paused, furrowing his brow in thought before giving up and blurting, “but you’re Jewish?”

“And?” Felicity prompted as she lifted her legs onto the couch, resting them comfortably across Oliver’s lap as “Santa Claus is coming to Town” started blaring through the TV’s speakers.

“So why do you have every Christmas movie ever made?” Oliver asked, gesturing over to two boxes worth of DVDs in the corner of the living room, “And how did I miss these when we moved? Twice! I carried almost every box!”

“They were in my storage locker.” Felicity admitted with an embarrassed smirk, “And it’s not every movie, just… most of them….”

“Okay, but how did this obsession start? A rebellious phase?” Oliver asked, a smile spreading across his face.

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