Felicity, honey, itâs a little hard to fight with you doing that in my ear.

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Felicity, honey, itâs a little hard to fight with you doing that in my ear.
Felicity + Oliverâs shoulder
Carry you
I didnât know I had such a thing for watching a handsome man carry a gorgeous woman when trying not to suffocate and escape from crazies.Â
Olicity |Â Arrow
4 x 03 | 6 x 22
I love the back touches/back rubs when they work together. So intimate.Â
Petition for this be Oliverâs excuse to get out of anything and everything.
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A Post-6x16 Olicity Fic
(Read on AO3)
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.Â
âYou okay?â Felicity asks from her side of the bed, setting aside her tablet and scooting closer to him.Â
âYeah,â he sighs, eyes fixed on the ceiling.
âI know this must be hard for you, letting your baby sister go.â Felicityâs palm comes up to rest directly over his heart, her favorite place, fingers moving in lazy, well-traveled circles.Â
âNot as hard as I thought it would be. Sheâs happy. Thatâs all Iâve ever wanted for her.â
âI know your parents would be proud. Of both of you.â
Oliver tilts his head to regard her. âI hope so,â he breathes quietly, letting himself wander back into simple, innocent childhood memories as he loses himself in Felicityâs gaze.Â
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.Â
Felicityâs voice is muted and gentle, and her warm breath tickles his neck, even as her words fill his gut with lead. âSo about what Thea saidâŠis that why you sometimes leave the light on in the bathroom?â
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 Felicityâs persistence. Of course she would hear the pain beneath a joke. Thatâs 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 thatâs 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. âItâs not that I was afraid of the dark. IâŠI was afraid of who I am in it.â His thumb goes still. âAnd then, on the island, I sort of became the monster I had created in my head.â
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. Heâd learned very early on to either fight the darkness and loseâŠor embrace the darkness and survive. Maybe heâd learned a little too well.
âHey, youâre not a monster,â Felicity says against his ear. âYou never were.â
âMaybe.â
Maybe Theaâs 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 ArrowâŠand for the right reasons. Not merely to right his fatherâs 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?Â
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.Â
âYou donât have to be afraid, Oliver.â
Oliverâs lips twitch, and he marvels, not for the first time, if Felicity can in fact hear the conflict churning inside him. âI know. Iâm not,â he tells her honestly. âNot with you.â
âWell, if it helps, I had a nightlight till I was about eight.â
âReally?â
âYeah, an astronaut. Kept the aliens away. Lot of good it did me two years ago. I really needed it when my dadâŠwhen heâŠâ
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.Â
Oliver frowns when something she said finally catches up with him. âYou had an astronaut nightlight because you were afraid of space?â
She answers with a playful swat against his chest. âYeah, well, you arenât the only one whoâs allowed to be enigmatic.â
He huffs. âThank you.â
âFor what?â
âFor not making me feel alone.â
âYouâre never alone,â she says, before muttering a little derisively, âI bet even the amazing League of Assassins temptress couldnât do that.â
âHardly a temptress.â He plays along for her sake, though he knows what sheâs really hinting at. Itâs taken Oliver years to learn to read beneath the layers of sarcasm, but at last heâs come to understand many of his wifeâs insecurities intimately. âIâm sorry. I know it was weird having Nyssa thereâŠâ
âTaunting me about being your second wife? Yeah, that was super fun. But if youâre feeling especially penitent, a pampered breakfast would not be unwelcome.â
âIncluding waffles?â
âOf course. Waffles are a given.â
He chuckles, quickly kissing the top of her head. âI think that can be arranged.â
âBy the way, you donât think she expects us to, you know, keep the creepy annulment dagger, do you? Technically Nyssa cut you free orâŠcut herself free? So everything should still be unofficially official, even if, say, we gave it to Goodwill? I guess I should be thankful that didnât require some kind of weird blood oathâ
âFelicityââ
âYeah?â
He waits patiently until she grows still and heâs recaptured her gaze. âYouâre the only wife Iâve ever had or will have. And more importantly, youâre the only wife I want.â
She smiles, her eyes teasing him. âWell, good, because youâre stuck with me forever.â
âPromise?â he breathes.
âPromise. Now, kiss me, husband.â
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 wifeâs embrace just long enough to turn off the lamp, plunging their room into pitch-black darkness. But Felicityâs arms are still there, warm and soft and welcoming, and her love is so vibrant and consuming that it drowns out the darkness.Â
donât sass your wife, oliver.
four seasons worth of #Olicity kisses