Arrow Fic Recs

So this is mainly me sorting my liked posts. Other Arrow related fun is at crystalicity. AU Cute Domestic Fic Talk - not a story, but close Fic Talk AU Fluff Generic Hurt/Comfort Heartwrenching - tears. so many. OlicitySquee - grinning like a fool Pic Fic - story told with pics! Tugs the Heartstrings - sad times. Adult Olicity Non-Arrow Fic Recs

[mystarsandmyocean]

#roy does not understand why felicity's cat is so grumpy // YOU'RE BOTH THE WORST

EXCUSE YOU BEST IS THE WORD YOU ARE LOOKING FOR. 

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"…Felicity?" Roy croaks, his voice muffled by the fur blocking his mouth.  "Are you sure there isn’t someone else who can watch your cat while you and Dig go - what exactly were you doing again?"

Felicity paused at the foot of the stairs, palms halfway down the sides of her skirt.  She loved her cat, really, but he shed so much sometimes it was a wonder she wasn’t covered in cat hair.  Well, she was covered, but not like in an actual blanket of fur…anyways - 

"It’s just a quick recon mission," Felicity beamed at him, pitching her voice higher than usual.  For some reason, Ol - the cat, she was not naming the cat after her missing friend, that was completely ridiculous - seemed to know when Team Arrow had more dangerous missions and became more clingy as a result, weaving in and between her feet, twining his body round her neck, and generally acting as a general nuisance.  

There was no need to mention that recon meant undercover and quick meant most of the evening.  Between training for Roy and the pile of her scarves - again, she didn’t know where the cat got that particular obsession - she’d left on her chair, they’d hardly notice her and Dig’s absence.  

"Lyla may have found a lead on Oliver," she explained, waving her hand through the air, "And normally I’d leave him with Ray - "

At the mention of her boyfriend, the cat, already uncomfortably perched on Roy’s thighs, yowled, thrashing in Roy’s grip.  Felicity winced when one claw left a red mark down Roy’s forearm; Roy, in exchange, yelped and dropped him.  It was a good thing cats usually landed on all fours.  

"Christ, Felicity, you didn’t say your cat was a psycho!"

"He’s not normally," she sighed, bending down to rub the cat’s head, when he pressed against her feet, "He just really doesn’t like - um - yeah, you-know-who.”  

She stopped scratching, ignoring the cat’s indignant meow, and scooped him up again, plopping him back down in Roy’s arms.  Careful to keep his claws away from his face, Roy latched onto the cat’s stomach, exposing him for all the world - well, Felicity - to see.  If Roy didn’t look so freaked out, Felicity would almost say he looked like Simba.  

Huh.  Simba.  

"You know, maybe that’s it," she said, running one finger over the cat’s head.  He purred in response.  "Is that your name?  Simba?"

The cat pulled away, leaning into Roy, narrowing feline eyes at her. Some days, she swore, it was like he was human.  

"Guess not," Felicity sighed, lips curling into a smile, "Well, we’ll just have to keep trying!" Backing up, Felicity spun and trotted up the stairs, making up for lost time.  Her voice echoed behind her. "Keep an eye on him, Roy, please?  Dig and I will be back soon!"

[awriterincowboyboot-deactivated]

Felicity Dies But Still Won't Take Oliver's Brooding Manpain Crap

In which Felicity knows her partner well enough to guess that should she die Oliver ‘Brooding Manpain’ Queen will attempt the tried and true ‘shut out world and grieve forever’ bit so she does whatever she can to make sure Oliver lives-REALLY LIVES-after she’s gone.

Also, this is the first time I’ve actually had a fic beta’d before I throw it at Tumblr so here’s to the goddess nocturnalwrites for the help

AO3

“You can’t do that to me. It’s not fair.”

Those words echoed in his head long after the video had stopped, long after the screen had gone dark on the computer.

You can’t do that to me. It’s not fair.

Today was the funeral and Oliver hadn’t been certain he’d be able to go. The past five days had been some kind of agony brought about by a cruel and vengeful god. Every breath had hurt, every stutter of his heart reminded him hers didn’t beat anymore and he hated it.

But Thea had railed at him and reminded him how he’d missed their own mother’s funeral because he’d chosen to hide away, although Roy had nodded his understanding. Digg (after the couple had left) simply handed him a DVD.

“What is this?”

Digg had shrugged, those large shoulders moving the black cotton of his jacket, “She told me to give it to you if anything happened to her.” 

Tears choked him, clogged in his throat. The force it took to keep them held back nearly killed him. Not that this would be the first time he’d cried in front of his best friend in the days and hours since time of death had been called.

Digg had officially seen him at his worst and still hadn’t walked away.

“I can’t,” Oliver shook his head, staring at the DVD as if it was a ticking time bomb. “It hurts too much.”

“It’s always going to hurt too much,” Digg told him honestly. “But are you trying to tell me you’re going to turn away from the chance to see her one more time?”

“Did she make you one?”

The older man’s mouth turned up in a smile, soft and amused,“Yeah. Yeah, she did. She made one for all of us.”

“What did she say?”

“That she loved me.”

Oliver looked up when Digg’s words sounded strained and felt a pang of guilt because he wasn’t the only one grieving. He wasn’t the only one who’d lost someone he’d loved.

But while Digg had lost someone he loved, a part of his family, he hadn’t lost his heart.

“She also said she wanted me to watch your back,” he added. “And to make sure you watched this.”

Walking across the room to the bank of computers no one had touched since her death, Digg turned on the monitor and slipped the disc in to the drive before moving back to where Oliver sat on the floor, leaning against the concrete column in a pair of jeans and a Henley.

Thea had thrown his good black suit over his arrows in a huff as she’d stormed out of the foundry.

“Let her say goodbye, Oliver. Give her that.”

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[crystalicityficrecs]

Welp. This is a bit heartbreaking. But take a gander.

[andyouweremine]

Sentence: "I really wish I'd gotten to know him better."

Felicity knows she hasn’t actually managed to sneak up on him by the way Oliver just calmly rises to his feet and turns to give her a pained expression. His fingers brush across the top of Tommy’s gravestone reverently. “I wish you had too. He would have liked you.” After a second of thought, he says, “Heck, he might have tried to date you.”

"Well," Felicity says softly, "I’m definitely sad I missed out on that."

[jbuffyangel]

The Gift

Description: It’s Felicity’s birthday and she’s celebrating with someone very special. But when tragedy strikes, it forces her and Oliver to reexamine their hearts and their choices.

One of my theories is that Oliver & Felicity will be reunited by the end of S3. An Anon asked me if I ever envisioned a scenario where it could happen by the mid-season finale. So, I thought…what the hell? Let’s write a scenario. This is my longest story yet, so hang in there. That’s what happens when you create a character out of thin air. I hope you like it!

***Notes the music I listened to as I wrote the story. Why do I include this? Why not? It’s fun.

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[crystalicityficrecs]

This is beautiful. Oh my goodness.

[freaoscanlin]

Oliver/Felicity: attempts to impress the other with cooking ending up in disaster.

“You had that fire extinguisher really handy,” Oliver said, giving the red object in Felicity’s hands a suspicious look.

She tried to look innocent. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I’ve seen you move fast before, but that was fast, even for you. Did you already have that out or—”

They both flinched as one when the smoke alarm started shrilling. Oliver rolled his eyes, snatched up his kitchen quiver, and put an arrow in the rest button. The alarm died on a pitiful wail. Felicity’s nose twitched, like she was trying not to laugh, and she reached for her tablet.

“What are you doing?”

“Ordering a new smoke detector.”

Oliver sighed. “You were waiting for that to happen.”

“Waiting and ‘prepared just in case the tiny possibility of it coming up’ are two totally different things.” But Felicity’s face betrayed her by twitching again, and she smiled. She set her tablet aside to rest her hands on his cheeks. “I was a Girl Scout for, like, two weeks before I pulled Henrietta Simone’s hair, but the idea of being prepared sticks with you for life. That’s not the point.”

“I just wanted to cook something for you.”

“I promise you, I will be just as impressed by take-out.” Felicity raised her eyebrows. “Plus, we can do other things while we wait for it to arrive.”

“Sold.” Oliver scooped her up, ignoring her laughing protest.

“Hey, we do have to order it first. Oliver? Oliver, the rump roast is still smoking and—oh, fine, I guess there’s time for that later.”

[itsactuallycorrine]

Olicity annnd 12.

Oh, god, okay. I don’t really feel this can be modern, so let me dust off my rusty historical knowledge.

Oliver x Felicity 12. Arranged Marriage AU

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[crystalicityficrecs]

“Seriously. Oliver isn’t going to know what hit him.”

[crystalicityficrecs]

Reeling from being stood up on a blind date, Felicity sort of accidentally hits on the brooding guy on the barstool next to hers and adventures ensue.

I'm honestly not sure how I've not posted this yet. This is a favorite that I periodically reread, because THEY'RE JUST SO FREAKING CUTE AND I LOVE THEM. And Frea. She's awesome. Read everything.

[sprigglebearstudios]

Olicity Hiatus AU Challenge - A Partnership Begins (Magic/Technomage) 1,111 words

 Oliver grimaced under the weight of his opponent’s blow, his boots digging deeper into the dirt and gravel of alleyway. He had known that getting into a fight with Brick without backup was not his brightest idea, but he had half hoped he could convince the man to take his side in this particular…disagreement. With a grunt of effort, he got his weight back under him and shoved upwards. Generating the space that he needed, charged to the left, jumping to the top of the garbage bin, giving him a much needed height advantage over his towering opponent. “Brick, I didn’t come here to fight. I just…” “I’m not having this argument with you Vigilante. You don’t get to determine how…” The massively sized man froze sentence. His mouth trembling slightly as if it were trying to complete his sentence, before his eyes rolled back in his head. Collapsing in a heap, a small cloaked figure stood behind him with a hand outstretched, an eerie green light emitting from beneath a bowed hood. Body tensing, Oliver gripped the hilt of his sword tighter. Whoever could take down Brick with seemingly no effort was not someone to be trifled with. The figure stepped forward into the dim ally light and pushed back their hood.

Well, that was not what he had been expecting. 

She was beautiful. Light brown hair was twisted back away from her face in an elaborate collection of braids, revealing a fair complexion and fine features. The green glow that had been emanating from her eyes faded to a beautiful, mischievous blue. A moment passed where they regarded each other. He could see then the thin lines of cyber-implants that emerged from beneath her hair, with three small nodes at her temples. He had heard of them before, but never seen one in a person before. Technomage.

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[crystalicityficrecs]

aaaaaah. Love this. Wish there was moooooore.  Enjoy:

[mystarsandmyocean]

Life’s a Bitch: A Veronica Mars/Arrow AU

a long time, we used to be friends

but i haven’t thought of you lately at all

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Come on, everybody knows this story.  The disappearance of Sara Lance.  It was on People magazine.  It made Entertainment Tonight.  The town flooded with journalists.    

And of course, everyone remembers reading about the arrest and trial of Oliver Queen - the guy she was sleeping with, her sister’s boyfriend.  How Quentin Lance won the election for Police Chief in a landslide, all for finding his daughter’s killer, even if there never was an actual body.

That guy she was sleeping with, her sister’s boyfriend?  That’s my brother.  

After the trial, my mom’s belief in Ollie’s innocence became a moot point.  QC stock prices plummeted.  Dad wanted to officially disown him, move out of town.  

The loss of status was too much for him.  Dad hooked up with his COO - Isabel Rochev - and hightailed it out of town; QC went bankrupt.  The loss of income was too much for her.  Mom hid herself in her room, stares at the walls most days.  

I don’t know what tore my family apart, but I can promise you this.  I will find out what really happened and I will bring my family back together again.  Is that mushy?  Well, you know what they say.  Thea Queen, she’s a marshmallow.  

And thanks to the new girl - Felicity Smoak - I’m one step closer to finding out.  

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Want to read more about this AU?

Season 1 Musings, Season 2 Musings, Part 1 Drabble

[effie214]

atlantis (oliver/felicity space au)

1034 words. g. 

“Do you ever get tired of looking at it?”

It’s 3AM. She should be home, in bed. Like a normal person.

(His bed, if he had a preference.

Then again, she is the most remarkable person he’s ever met, so maybe normalcy is just a tad overrated.)

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[callistawolf]

ficlet: He Hates Photoshoots (Olicity, All Ages)

OHP Prompt: Photographer AU Team: Queen Smoak Words: 1,065

Oliver really hated photoshoots. Which was kind of a terrible coincidence considering he was a male model. But on the whole, he really did enjoy his job.  He was successful enough that he got to have his pick of projects and sometimes was even let in on the creative process, planning out each spread and arranging the particulars.  He enjoyed seeing himself in magazines, on billboards, on television commercials… He worked hard for this body of his and there was some gratification in showing it off. 

But photoshoots?  He hated them.  The photographers often made ridiculous demands of him, wanting him to contort into the strangest poses or do something else nonsensical.  They never seemed to care one bit about him, instead were always focused on the shot.  Oliver even had a list of photographers he refused to work with again that he left with his agent, the experiences had been that bad. 

So it was with no small amount of trepidation that Oliver stepped into the studio where he was going to be doing today’s shoot.  It was a loft on the east side of town, located on the top floor of a charming old brick building. The walls were bare and stark, lighting equipment and sheets and other technical equipment littered the floor.  He wasn’t sure if the photographer lived here as well as or not.  He stood uncertainly at the top of the stars, scanning around the enormous space for the photographer he was supposed to meet. She’d buzzed him in when he’d called from the street so he knew she was here.

“Just make yourself at home, I’ll be with you in a minute!” a feminine voice called out. 

“Alright,” he called back.  

“I’m making some coffee, could you like some?”

He paused.  The most he was usually offered was a bottle of water.  It was pretty early, just past dawn actually, and he could definitely use the caffeine.  

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[puzzledhat]

Black Cat

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It’s quiet in the lair, now that Diggle’s gone home to Lyla and their baby, and Roy’s gone to, well, he doesn’t always say. That’s fine. He mostly stays out of trouble these days so it’s an improvement.

A bottle of wine gives them both liquid courage; Oliver mostly feels numb, but words slip out of him easier somehow. Felicity’s usual rush of thoughts slow down, words like ideas become round and floating.

It doesn’t make them any less true.

“I don’t know,” she says. “Some times I believe we get too focused on this idea of what our lives could be, instead of living the ones we have.”

His eyes looking at her over the rim are clear like glass.

"I mean, a lot of things can happen on the way. Like the dreams you have growing up. Some stay, but more change. And it goes for people too. We meet people, think we’re going to stay with them… but it doesn’t always turn out that way. Only some people get to be with the ones they dream about."

He blinks, lets her words sink into him like deep waves.

"Guys don’t always get the girl of their dreams," he says meaningfully.

Laurel, she thinks, the brown-haired golden girl, the kind people fight through hell to be with. She looks down into her lap, drinks a little more wine.

And that’s how she misses the way he looks at her, like she’s where all his tomorrows start.

[crystalicityficrecs]

Felicity isn't really as surprised by the fact that Oliver Queen is the vigilante as she is by the fact that he's, well, a vampire.

[slowdancinginasundrenchedworld]

Scars

So, I lied. Have a drabble. This is inspired, somewhat, from a post by otpprompts about a world where when one person is harmed, their soulmate is harmed in the same way. I didn’t follow that quite exactly simply because of the logistics. See this more as being about the physical pain and the scars being shared if not the huge amount of blood loss. Because something about that set up seems to fit Olicity really well.

Oliver drops his hands from Felicity’s sides and steps back.

"How…" he starts, struggling to continue. "How long have you known?" he finally says, barely able to speak above a whisper. She shifts nervously and wraps her arms around herself before answering.

"It didn’t take long once I was part of the team, I’ll tell you that," she replies, giving him a small smile. Oliver sits down heavily on the edge of her bed. He was planning to lay her down on it only moments ago, before she removed her shirt and he saw his own scars mirrored on her body. Before he knew they were soulmates.

"Why didn’t you ever say anything?" he mutters. She doesn’t answer, instead stepping toward him. She tries to reach out and place her hand against his cheek, but he pulls away.

"Because I didn’t want it to affect our work," she explains and gently grabs his face in both hands, so he has to look at her.

"Felicity, I’m so sorry," he starts, "I never would have kept—”

"Oliver, stop," she interrupts, voice firm but kind. "Don’t you dare punish yourself. I kept this from you because I didn’t want you to stop trying to save the city just to save me. What we do is important." She steps toward him and hitches up one leg and then the other to straddle his hips before she sits in his lap. "I can handle a few more scars if it means we keep helping people," she finishes.

Oliver sighs in disbelief and then wraps his arms around her, as if he can somehow protect her from what’s already happened. He stares at her a few moments, thinking back on how he never registered how careful she’s always been to keep certain parts of her body covered and kicking himself for never realizing why. All those hot summer days she would insist on wearing one of many colorful cardigans regardless of how high the temperature climbed. All those times he would come back to the lair with an injury and mistook her pained expressions as pure empathy. He leans forward and presses his lips to the scar on her right shoulder, the one made by the gunshot that brought her fully into his life.

"I can’t believe I never realized," he says, lips brushing against her skin.

"I got pretty good at hiding it after the first couple," Felicity says. She sighs and relaxes against him, tangling her fingers in his hair before she leans down to kiss his temple. His hands brush over the mottled burn mark on her lower back and she lets out a small, breathy laugh. "I was in the middle of a job interview when that one happened," she explains, "unsurprisingly, they didn’t hire me."

Oliver laughs as he falls back onto the bed, pulling her down with him, but he’s given pause by a sobering thought.

"You must have been in so much pain," he says, cringing both at his own memory of the scar and the thought of her hurting. She frowns and stares down into his eyes a moment before speaking.

"It used to scare me, how much you were getting hurt," she admits, her expression taking on that pained look he only really understands now. "But it got easier when I realized that you would survive everything that happened."

"What do you mean?" he asks, confused.

"You were my soulmate," she says simply. "I wouldn’t be getting hurt too if you weren’t meant to survive long enough for us to meet."

Oliver can’t help but smile at that. Felicity, ever the optimist. He flips them over then and slowly undresses her, gently kissing her scars each time a new one is revealed. In the morning, when he wakes up beside her, he feels better about the marks on his body and desperately hopes never to add more.

[crystalicityficrecs]

Walter has disappeared, and, maybe his family refuses to do anything about it, but that doesn't mean Felicity will just stand by and hope for the best. She has her suspicions - mainly towards the Queen family, but, before she can share her ideas with the police, she needs evidence: real, solid, physical evidence. So, she sets off to find it... at the Queen mansion.

Oh my goodness, friends. SO MUCH UST. This is great. I'm definitely hoping this gets continued.

[thisistheoldone]

Olicity + Valentine's Day gifts

AO3

The restaurant was beautiful, her dress was beautiful, and Oliver was sitting across from her in the candlelit restaurant looking good enough in his suit and tie to be a figment of her imagination.

But this was certainly not how she had imagined Valentine’s Day going a week ago when they’d made plans to celebrate.

“I was going to put the stick in there, but then I thought-that’s weird, right? I peed on the stick, and taking a pee stick to a nice place like Table Salt and wrapping it and giving it to you seemed weird. Hence the card.”

She paused and waited for him to say something, anything. Instead he was just sitting there looking handsome and perfect and smiling at the card she’d wrapped in a little a box.

A card which read, quite clearly, I’m pregnant.

And instead of looking worried or surprised he looked bemused.

“I’m going to need a reaction from you Oliver. Say something or I’m liable to start talking and not be able to stop.”

It was a serious warning, she could feel the nervous bubble rising in her throat and if he didn’t break this awkward tension she was going to open her mouth and-

“This is convenient.”

Felicity blinked.

Okay.

That had not been any of the planned reactions she’d prepared for. She had a speech prepared for panic, for joy, and one for stupefaction.

Convenience had not even occurred to her on the list of possible reactions to prepare for when Oliver Queen’s girlfriend told him she was pregnant.

How exactly could an unplanned pregnancy be convenient?

“It just goes along with my gift,” he explained and smiled when he saw she’d realized she’d said that last thought out loud. “Though we’ll have to forgo the celebratory champagne,” he decided pragmatically.

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