Summary:Â Oliver isnât angry at the fact that someone got the drop on him during a routine patrol. Heâs more angry that his captor, a tiny goth pixie who babbles a mile a minute, has got him wanting to smile and feel all sorts of emotions inside.
Genre: alternate universe/arrow retelling  Rate: T
A/N: I want say a huge thank you to @wetsuiton for being my beta, cheerleader, and all around awesome person for encouraging me on whenever I get lazy with writing lol.Â
This was inspired by a prompt I saw on tumblr;
Writing Prompt #166:
âYouâre cute.â
âDamn. I was going for intimidating and vaguely threatening.â
Oliver tries moving around in an attempt to at least loosen the rope wrapped around him, but to no avail. He lets out a growl in frustration. A second later, he notices a figure in the corner of his eye, his body immediately tensing, preparing himself to fight back should it come to that.
âOh good, youâre still alive,â a soft, almost angelic, voice says.
That takes him aback. As the person comes into view, what Oliver sees is something he does not expect. They donât seem to be some brute criminal or even a lowlife thug. No, sheâs all dark with her cargo pants, bulky combat boots and long sleeved shirt, along with her jet black hair, that makes the single purple streak stand out, and although she has the intimidating look of a criminal, all Oliver can see is her kind eyes. Though they are framed with dark, smokey makeup, he can see a glint of worry in them.
He feels a spark of something inside of him upon seeing that look. Itâs small but still there, enough to make him feel uneasy.
âAre you back with us now, Mr. Arrow?â
His immediate reaction is to smile, but he catches himself and only turns it into a cringe.
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