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Oliver Queen is in love with Felicity Smoak. Felicity Smoak is in love with Oliver Queen.
It takes four dates, and the help of Oliver’s loyal service dog, Hunter, for them to realise that they’re forever destined to be something more than just friends.
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24 and 27
(24: “my child” and 27: “happy birthday”) - (Read on AO3)
Happy Birthday (Olicity, Future fic - May 2019)
“Psst.”
The sound pierced through the cloud of sleep, but justbarely. Not enough for him to budge.
“Hey,” a soft voice said. A finger trailed down the bridgeof his nose, tickling him. Oliver grunted, scrunching up his face and turningaway, but she followed him with a sing-song, “Wake up, Oliver.”
It was way too early, for him and especially for her. It’dtaken him months to get back into the habit of letting himself sleep, ofgetting used to the idea of having that luxury again, let alone giving into it. And if he rememberedcorrectly, Felicity had been thrilled at the prospect. So why the hell was she trying to get him up on this day, of all days?
“Wake up,” Felicity repeated, tapping the tip of his nose.
“No,” Oliver grouched, blindly grabbing his wife’s wrist. He kissed her palm before tugging on her hand. “Come back to bed.” Shedidn’t let him pull her back down with him, though. Instead she grabbed hishand with both of hers and tried to pull him up. He opened his eyes, butthe room was still dark and the faint outline of her he could see was a blearymess. “Felicity.”
She laughed. “Come on. Up. Just for a minute.”
It took another minute of her tugging on him before hefinally relented. He threw the comforter off and sat up on the edge of the bed. When Felicity turned on the lamp on the nightstand, bathing the room in light, he groaned, screwing his eyes shut.
“What time is it?” Oliver asked.
“Early,” Felicity replied. “Probably too early, but I was too excited to wait.”
“You know,” he said, blinking his eyes open. Oliver’s hands found her hips and he pulled her between hislegs, craning his head to look up at her. “Waking up with you in my arms is theonly gift I need.”
“Oh, you’re so sweet. And sappy.” He chuckled as Felicity kissed him. “But I think you’ll changeyour mind,” she added against his lips.
He slid his hands around her, cupping her ass. “I highly doubt that.”
She huffed out a chuckle, but before he could do anything with her, she stepped back. With a frown - alright, it was more of a pout - Oliver openedhis eyes to see what she was up to.
Felicity stood before him, half-naked, only wearing her sleep shorts. Her hairhad gotten so long over the last year and it cascaded over her shoulders, partiallycovering her breasts, the ends grazing the top of her stomach, where something was written.
The words ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY’ were scrawled across her stomachin red lipstick. The letters were shaky and uneven, like she’d doneit in the mirror, but the words were unmistakable.
Oliver’s lips pulled up into a smile and he was about tothank you her when the location hit him. Hard. All the air left his lungs in a gasp and he stared at the words - at her stomach - his brain racing a million miles a minute.
“Wait, are you…?” he managed, finally looking up at her. Felicity grinned, a huge smile that lit up the entire world. She nodded and Oliver gasped again, shooting up to his feet. “Oh my god, you’re pregnant? Really?”
“Really,” she confirmed and with a bark of laughter, Oliver swept her up into his arms. Her giggles mixed in with his as he spun them around before setting her back down. “I found out a few days ago, it’s real, and I’ve been dying to tell you. I will never forget the look on your face when we found out that last year was a false alarm. I mean, it would have been the actual worst timing ever since you were, you know, imprisoned, but still. And with getting the company on its feet and you working out a schedule with John, and then Will’s AP classes… So much is going on and I wasn’t sure when to bring up the baby talk. Well, I’m pretty sure my body took care of it and decided my birth control should stop working because… Here we are.” Felicity smiled, so wide, with so much joy, happy tears filling her eyes. She cupped his face. “Happy birthday, Oliver.”
He kissed her, again and again, unable to properly enunciate how happy he was. Instead he showed her, kissing her lips and then all over her face before dropping down to her stomach. The words were smudged from their hug, but he could still see them, and they were the best thing he’d ever seen. Felicity’s fingers slid through his hair as he kissed every inch of her stomach, making her giggle.
Oliver looked up at her, at his wife, the love of his life, the woman who gave him the world every single day, who lit his way, who was giving him his future. Giving him another child, his child.
My child.
“Thank you, Felicity. For this, for loving me, for… Thank you for everything.”
(I really love a sappy, ridiculously happy Oliver.)
Sebastian Stan and Joe Russo on Bucky and Steve’s reunion in Avengers: Infinity War
A Post-6x16 Olicity Fic
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William is long since asleep by the time Oliver makes it home. He tosses his damp peacoat onto the chair before unceremoniously flopping onto the bed.
“You okay?” Felicity asks from her side of the bed, setting aside her tablet and scooting closer to him.
“Yeah,” he sighs, eyes fixed on the ceiling.
“I know this must be hard for you, letting your baby sister go.” Felicity’s palm comes up to rest directly over his heart, her favorite place, fingers moving in lazy, well-traveled circles.
“Not as hard as I thought it would be. She’s happy. That’s all I’ve ever wanted for her.”
“I know your parents would be proud. Of both of you.”
Oliver tilts his head to regard her. “I hope so,” he breathes quietly, letting himself wander back into simple, innocent childhood memories as he loses himself in Felicity’s gaze.
Felicity watches him back with open sympathy and devotion, seeming to read his innermost sorrows and knowing exactly what he needs before he even dares ask for it. After a minute of comfortable silence, she slides down to lie next to him and nestles her head against his shoulder.
Felicity’s voice is muted and gentle, and her warm breath tickles his neck, even as her words fill his gut with lead. “So about what Thea said…is that why you sometimes leave the light on in the bathroom?”
Oliver huffs and looks away, trying to mask the bleak uncertainty beneath indifference. But his old habits only last for a second, because even in the silence he feels Felicity’s persistence. Of course she would hear the pain beneath a joke. That’s a Felicity specialty. He should have seen this coming. She knows him too well for him to convincingly keep anything from her.
As Oliver wrestles with the wary voice that’s always there, telling him not to vocalize his insecurities, he brings his own free hand to meet hers, running his thumb in slow, easy strokes across the back of her hand. “It’s not that I was afraid of the dark. I…I was afraid of who I am in it.” His thumb goes still. “And then, on the island, I sort of became the monster I had created in my head.”
Oliver swallows, fighting to keep the onslaught of more recent, horrific memories at bay. Thankfully, these are not in dream form, so he feels slightly more in control. Sometimes he can still feel the biting, bitter rain and ice-cold ocean spray seeping through his skin down to the bone. He can still remember the worst night of his life, that first night on Lian Yu, swallowed up in pitch-black darkness, before Yao Fei had rescued him. There had been no moon that night to guide him, no stars peeking through the heavy clouds. He’d learned very early on to either fight the darkness and lose…or embrace the darkness and survive. Maybe he’d learned a little too well.
“Hey, you’re not a monster,” Felicity says against his ear. “You never were.”
“Maybe.”
Maybe Thea’s right. Maybe now, after all this time and hurt and help, after finally learning how to live again, perhaps for the first time ever, he can truly say that he wants to be the Green Arrow…and for the right reasons. Not merely to right his father’s wrongs. Not merely to become something else. But to become the best version of himself. He wonders if that can really be true. He wants to be the best version of himself as a father and husband, too. Does being the Green Arrow make him better equipped to love and cherish the remaining two most important people in his life?
Selfishly, he worries that without Thea here, the part of him that only she can help keep in the light will fall back into the shadows.
“You don’t have to be afraid, Oliver.”
Oliver’s lips twitch, and he marvels, not for the first time, if Felicity can in fact hear the conflict churning inside him. “I know. I’m not,” he tells her honestly. “Not with you.”
“Well, if it helps, I had a nightlight till I was about eight.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, an astronaut. Kept the aliens away. Lot of good it did me two years ago. I really needed it when my dad…when he…”
Oliver pulls her closer, tightening his arm around her back; this time, his touch is grounding her, keeping her safe from her own haunting ghosts. They give and take like this often, another secret language they share, one that grows more and more fluent every day of their marriage.
Oliver frowns when something she said finally catches up with him. “You had an astronaut nightlight because you were afraid of space?”
She answers with a playful swat against his chest. “Yeah, well, you aren’t the only one who’s allowed to be enigmatic.”
He huffs. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For not making me feel alone.”
“You’re never alone,” she says, before muttering a little derisively, “I bet even the amazing League of Assassins temptress couldn’t do that.”
“Hardly a temptress.” He plays along for her sake, though he knows what she’s really hinting at. It’s taken Oliver years to learn to read beneath the layers of sarcasm, but at last he’s come to understand many of his wife’s insecurities intimately. “I’m sorry. I know it was weird having Nyssa there…”
“Taunting me about being your second wife? Yeah, that was super fun. But if you’re feeling especially penitent, a pampered breakfast would not be unwelcome.”
“Including waffles?”
“Of course. Waffles are a given.”
He chuckles, quickly kissing the top of her head. “I think that can be arranged.”
“By the way, you don’t think she expects us to, you know, keep the creepy annulment dagger, do you? Technically Nyssa cut you free or…cut herself free? So everything should still be unofficially official, even if, say, we gave it to Goodwill? I guess I should be thankful that didn’t require some kind of weird blood oath–
“Felicity–”
“Yeah?”
He waits patiently until she grows still and he’s recaptured her gaze. “You’re the only wife I’ve ever had or will have. And more importantly, you’re the only wife I want.”
She smiles, her eyes teasing him. “Well, good, because you’re stuck with me forever.”
“Promise?” he breathes.
“Promise. Now, kiss me, husband.”
And he does, pulling her close, pouring his heart out to her in his touch and in secret lavishings whispered in her ear. After a long time, Oliver twists out of his wife’s embrace just long enough to turn off the lamp, plunging their room into pitch-black darkness. But Felicity’s arms are still there, warm and soft and welcoming, and her love is so vibrant and consuming that it drowns out the darkness.
Beautiful.
A NAKED SPY: new short story!
A NAKED SPY: new short story!
Editing on my next book is taking a long time, so I revamped a story I had written before into a sexy thriller called A NAKED SPY! As a member of the Secret Intelligence Service–MI-6 to non-spies–Jonathan Percy is rarely surprised. When he meets Vanessa Jennings, a contact with information on a little skirmish in North Africa, he pegs her as a beautiful young woman. Very quickly, he learns she’s…
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Remember the fanfic I wrote called Queen–Oliver Queen? Well, I’ve revamped it into this new story! Complete with two all-new sex scenes. For just ninety-nine cents, it’s a great bargain–and a great way to start your weekend early, if I do say so myself. :-)
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Characterization done right.
Steve Rogers in a single gif.
We joke about Steve’s patriotism as his strong suit, but his actual strength was his sense of moral right. His whole philosophy is summed up in the line “I don’t like bullies” in the first movie. Steve loves his country. He loves it enough to be at the front of the line trying to fix what he sees as moral wrong in it.
kehinki: #there isn’t even any indication he loves his country t b h#all we know is that he wants to fix what he deems morally impermissible#”I don’t like bullies /I don’t care where they’re from/”#that last bit is important
steve rogers is patriotic in the most real sense: he represents the concept at the core of the american ideal, the concept of freedom that is the reason our political system is designed to adapt and alter itself for constant improvement.
he is not loyal to any momentary leader or agenda, and when those leaders and agendas stand contrary to his core ideal of self-determination and freedom from oppression, he’ll speak up without hesitation.
honestly, i never would’ve thought captain america would be my favorite superhero, but he’s the activist i aspire to be.
Captain America is loyal to nothing but the dream.
The problem with Captain America’s image in the public mind is that people recite the first line of his byword and ignore the last part :
“My country, right or wrong; if right, to be kept right; and if wrong, to be set right.”
Not to mention his speech in Spiderman #537. My favorite line from the issue: “This nation was founded on one principle above all else: The requirement that we stand up for what we believe, no matter the odds or the consequences. When the mob and the press and the whole world tell you to move, your job is to plant yourself like a tree besides the river of truth, and tell the whole world– –No, you move.”
The Best Deceptions
Chapter Three: Implicit Demand for Proof
Adrian Chase found his way to Nanda Parbat out of pure tenacity, his hatred being the driving force. He was taken by nameless men in cloaks before he even stepped through the doors, but they took him exactly where he wanted to go.
Facing Ra’s al Ghul, Adrian dropped to his knees, staring up at the man.
Ra’s put his hands behind his back. “What brings you here, lone traveler?”
“I want to learn from the man who trained my father how to fight.”
Ra’s cocked his head to the side, circling Adrian while his men held their swords ready. It wasn’t every day that someone stumbled upon their home, and they knew better than to let their guards down, even for a man alone, unarmed, and on his knees. “Your father?”
“The Magician.”
Adrian held his breath as The Demon Head’s footsteps froze. “You are the son of Malcolm Merlyn?”
“Yes.”
He circled Chase again, stopping in front of him and lifting his hand, gesturing for Adrian to stand up. Then Ra’s took a sword from one of his followers and handed it to Adrian.
Waving his hand, Ra’s smirked, “try to kill me, son of The Magician.”
Adrian didn’t hesitate, taking the invitation with pent up rage, he charged. Swinging the sword at his opponent’s throat, he cried out, stumbling when Ra’s sidestepped him. The man kept his hands behind his back, unarmed and unconcerned as he dodged Chase’s attempts. It was as if the whole thing was a choreographed dance, and Ra’s moved around him with ease.
Chase came at him again and again, using all of his rage until he was completely gassed out, breathing heavily and glaring the man he was trying to kill, who seemed just as relaxed as he had when Adrian first laid eyes on him. “Your anger is your weakness, son of The Magician. You have far too much of it.”
Surprisingly, the comment reignited Chase’s anger, and he lunged at Ra’s one more time. The older man didn’t flinch, avoiding the attack and grabbing the blade of the sword in his fist. Chase’s eyes widened as blood dripped from The Demon Head’s palm, trying to pull it back.
Without warning, Ra’s ducked his head, ramming is forehead against Adrian’s and making him stumble back. Chase released the sword as his vision got darker, disoriented. And Ra’s flipped the weapon so that the handle was controlled in his bloody fist. He pointed the tip of the sword into Adrian’s neck, waiting until the man was right enough to meet his gaze.
Once he did, Ra’s shook his head. “You have far too much anger,” he repeated slowly. “I cannot train you.”
“No,” Chase gasped, “please,” he begged, “I need to…there is someone I have to kill!”
Ra’s al Ghul cocked his head to the side, “revenge is never a sufficient motivation, son of The Magician. It is like fire, flashing hot and wild. You cannot control it, and you will be the one who burns because of it.”
“So teach me how to control it.” Adrian seethed.
Ra’s narrowed his eyes, “I will not. The League of Assassins does not entertain personal vendettas. You’ve made a mistake coming here. I will let you live, but I will not let you stay.”
The leader of The League had no idea how consequential the denial was. Adrian had been discarded by his own father, the result of an adulterous affair, abandoned and denied his entire life.
Until he’d finally found everything he’d ever wanted. And Oliver Queen had taken it from him. His rage was the only thing he had left, and the rejection from The Demon’s Head stung almost as harshly as the shame from Malcolm Merlyn.
Talia al Ghul heard about her father’s assessment of Adrian Chase. She’d taken a particular interest in the man that Ra’s deemed too angry, too unhinged to teach, and she viewed it as a challenge. So she reached out, offered her services. And if he couldn’t be trained by Ra’s himself, Adrian knew that his daughter was the next best thing.
Talia had not only taught him how to fight, but how to control. Their similar history of having fathers who denied them was his true saving grace, though. When he’d first met Talia, his anger had been manic. Talia was the one who taught him the importance of patience. The one who had helped him value strategy.
When Oliver killed Ra’s al Ghul, his mission suddenly became their mission. She was no longer his mentor, but his partner.
Still, it was his fight. And after another two years of planning, he’d finally felt ready to execute his mission.
Everything started with Felicity Smoak.
It all started with her, just as it would all end with her.
It’d only taken him one night of observing his enemy to know that he was in love with the woman. Adrian followed Oliver to a benefit dinner, and even though his enemy’s date had been a reporter named Susan Williams, Oliver was unable to take his eyes off of Miss Smoak all night. Chase knew their history, the explosive dinner that Oliver still felt guilty over. He planned on using Felicity Smoak in some way, to get under Oliver’s skin, but he was surprised to realize that Oliver still cared for her so clearly, so deeply, even five years later. He set his sights on Felicity, digging in for the long haul of staging a meeting, convincing her to go out with him, and beginning a relationship with her.
He’d adjusted his revenge around Felicity Smoak…because she was the key to taking down Oliver Queen.
Splashing cold water onto his face, Adrian thought about what to do with Felicity.
He hadn’t planned on her. Not from the beginning, at least, so it made everything less stable than he was comfortable with. It made him uneasy that she had the ability to ruin everything he had in store for Oliver.
He also hadn’t planned on her being charming. Part of him, the splinter of sanity that allowed him to put on this charade, fell for her. But only the splinter. She was kind and beautiful and he felt like if his life had taken a different path, he might have been able to be normal. In that imaginary life, he could see himself with Felicity.
But he wasn’t in that life…and she didn’t change anything.
He was fond of her, yes…and he had to admit that to himself head-on, so that his plans wouldn’t be derailed by an unexpected moment of weakness. Knowing himself, being comfortable with his thoughts, was a skill that Talia had taught him. An important one. It was something he had that Oliver Queen didn’t. Oliver denied his emotions. He pushed them down, leaving him vulnerable and unprepared.
Adrian was banking on that.
The other thing he hadn’t planned on though, was Felicity being so damn smart. He knew that killing Curtis Holt was necessary to his plan. Curtis’ death was his “Felicity trigger” and Felicity was his “Oliver trigger”.
Both of those triggers had been pulled. He just hadn’t expected her to work so fast. She’d found the photo he’d planted for A.R.G.U.S in a matter of hours, and by the next day, she was onto the Void.
He shook his head, dragging a towel over his face as he continued to watch himself in the mirror of his staged District Attorney’s apartment. Nothing in the place even belonged to him, it was all set up to give the appearance of normalcy, mostly to trick Felicity when she visited his apartment.
Once he finished getting ready, Adrian left for his meeting with the mayor. Starling City was in turmoil with all of these murders. The poor people of Starling were scared. And they had every right to be. The DA and the mayor needed to find a solution.
His phone gave him an alert from the morgue as he drove through the city, and he read it as he walked through city hall.
“Mr. Queen,” Chase greeted the mayor as he entered his office. “It’s nice to see you again…on better circumstances.”
Oliver forced a smile, standing up from behind his desk and offering his hand. “How are you, Mr. Chase?”
“I’m well. I just got Curtis Holt’s autopsy report back, it seems like we have a lot to talk about.”
Oliver nodded towards his computer, “I was just looking it over myself. Please, have a seat. Uh…” he sat in his own chair, flattening his palms against his desk. “How is Felicity Smoak doing?” He asked innocently.
Adrian watched him for a moment, only mildly surprised at the obvious question. “She’s okay,” he shrugged, “frustrated. We both are. But we’ll be fine.”
Oliver pursed his lips, and Adrian narrowed his eyes, reading the man like the book he’d been studying for five years. He’d been there last night, Adrian realized. He’d heard the fight with Felicity. “I didn’t realize you had a history with my girlfriend, Mr. Mayor,” he said cautiously, just wanting to see Oliver squirm.
Which he did. Oliver’s mouth opened and closed, his hands clenching into fists. “It’s not much of a history. It was just one date.”
“A date that blew up…Felicity’s told me about it.” Oliver didn’t need to know that the explosion was virtually the only thing Felicity had mentioned. And all she’d done was tell him that it happened. She’d mentioned it once, when he asked about one of her scars. It was clear to Adrian that his girlfriend still had some unresolved feelings for Oliver, too.
Chase twisted his expression into sympathy and sadness, meeting Oliver’s eyes. “That was a really hard time for her. She doesn’t really like to talk about it, but I know how much it hurt her,” he mumbled. Even if Felicity had never shared her feelings on the subject, Oliver didn’t have to know that. His words had their desired effect.
Oliver’s face crumbled for a split second, guilt shadowing his features. He cleared his throat, “I’m sure it was.”
Adrian took a deep breath, “well, we should get on with this meeting, huh?” He got a nod in response as Oliver looked down at the documents on his desk. When Oliver glanced away, Chase smirked at the lost puppy expression on the man’s face.
It was so easy to get under his skin.
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honestly the idea that this Dumbledore
was thirsting after this Grindelwald
is just too big a stretch for my suspension of disbelief. Magic, unicorns, childhood trauma manifesting as a physical representation of destruction- that’s all cool.
But don’t try to make me believe that Jude Dumbledore Law wanted to grind on Coleslaw Head up there.
THIS
TEA
He looks like tumblr made a human version of an onion
Ok but that coat is 🔥🔥
Me when i find an extra 5 dollars in my account
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Arrow Fic Rec
There is a wonderful Season 5.5 fic called Multiplicity by devviepuu that is getting so little love on AO3 that it’s killing me. It slots into that time between Season 5 and Season 6 perfectly and deals with so much of what the show cut out about how Oliver and Felicity get from point a to point b and it includes lovely interactions with the ensemble as a whole and I really just need other people to read it and comment. Because it deserves way more joy than what it’s got.
I think it missed out on the love train because there was an AO3 glitch when the first chapter was posted that showed it having 0 words (and I think the word count still reflects that missing chapter) and I don’t know why I clicked on it other than boredom and curiosity as to why it was 0 words when it was definitely a story and not fanart but the lack of views from the outset has kept the comment and kudos count low which in turn is keeping people from checking it out, which sucks. So if you’ve got a little time on your Saturday, and you dig quiet but lovely fics that deal with Felicity and Oliver, maybe give it a look. And if you dig it, maybe give it some love, too.
This is so good!
fucking christ I am sobbing
“If the men find out we can shapeshift, they’re going to tell the church!“
i didnt learn anything about contouring but that’s okay
Am I Beyonce? Am I Megan Fox? No one knows.
