could you do a little fic about team arrow hangong around in the foundry?
*Note from author: I love the TV show version of Sin and I don’t think she gets enough screen-time, storyline, or fic love, so she is apart of Team Arrow in Olivia’s world. ;)
Roy started it, then Sin joined in, then Felix. Olivia was able to hold her temper until Dig - John Diggle! - started in with them.
“All of you stop it right now!” Olivia looked around, hands on her hips, horrified by what was going on around her.
“What?” Sin crinkled her nose, smiling. “You don’t like that song?”
She unsuccessfully tried to hold her temper. “I will kill you all in the next five minutes if you don’t stop singing it and I swear to God no one will ever find your bodies.”
Felix cleared his throat, trying to keep a straight face. “Why so much rage about It’s a Small World?”
Dig turned away.
“You son of a bitch!” Olivia launched herself toward him. “You told them, didn’t you?”
Dig shrugged, all innocence. “Told them what?”
She nodded. “Okay, fine.” She turned to face the other three. “Yes, I have a recurring nightmare about getting stuck in Disneyland and being eaten by all of the costumed characters.”
Roy laughed out loud. “What? Dig didn’t tell us that. He just said you hate that song.”
Olivia blushed.
Felix frowned at his computer. “Robbery in progress at the mini mart on 5th.”
“Oh, thank God!” Olivia put on her mask and grabbed her bow.
It was raining outside. The drops hit off the aluminum roof of his porch, filling his townhouse with its music, when he opened the door.
“Olivia.”
Her hair, short though it was, stuck to her head. Her clothes were sagging, soaked through with rain. Her eyes were red and she wiped her nose on her sleeve.
“Can I come in?” her voice was trembling with tears.
Felix stepped out of the way and she walked past him. He helped her get out of her sweater and, without saying a word, went and got her a pair of his flannel pajama pants and a t-shirt. Always the gentleman, he turned while she divested herself of her wet clothes. There height difference was never more evident than we he turned back around and saw his shirt hanging down to her mid-thigh.
“Sorry I don’t have anything else for you to wear.”
She shook her head. “These are perfect. Thank you.”
He sat next o her on the couch. She scooted close to him and put her head against his shoulder. He folded his hands in his lap, trying to stop them from stroking her hair. Instead, he waited, as patiently as he could, for her to tell him why she was there.
“Everything is falling apart.” The words came out with a small quaver to them. “I am failing this city. I’m failing everyone.”
Felix, heart pounding, put an arm around her. “No. You’re not.”
She turned into him, her forehead against his neck, and her hand moved up to rest on his chest. “I’ve given everything I have for this city and it’s not enough.” She leaned into him, moving her legs so she was pressed against his side. “I even gave up all hope for a personal life.”
“And now?” Felix’s voice was a little hoarse. He swallowed.
“I stayed away from you because I thought I was protecting you.” She moved her hand inside the collar of his button-up shirt. “But you’re in danger, whether I’m with you or not.”
Felix leaned over and kissed her, pushing the pillows off the couch behind her, and slowly laying her down. “Then be with me,” he said breathlessly between kisses. “Be with me, Olivia.”
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The next morning Olivia didn’t want breakfast, just ice cream. So they ate it out of the carton while still in bed. When it happened again the next time, and the next, they decided to make it a tradition.
And Diggle soon learned never to ask if he could come along when Olivia asked Felix if he wanted to go get ice cream.
Hi darling sorry to hear about ur request, here is mine and i hope it helps with ur imagination, what about an olivix where olivia found out that she has a son in central city (maybe she can think that she lost him)
Felix wasn’t smiling when she reached his office. He’d sounded strange on the phone, so Olivia had rushed over, breaking more than a few laws along the way.
“What’s wrong?” she immediately scanned the room for danger. “I have Dig waiting downstairs if we need back-up.”
“Connor.”
Olivia’s fingertips went numb.
“I was looking in to something today,” Felix continued. “Your DNA matches that of Connor Hawke in Central City. As if you’re his mother. And I asked myself how that could possibly be because I know you wouldn’t keep something like that from me. Would you?”
She closed her eyes. Tears didn’t come easily anymore, but if they had she would be sobbing right about now. “How did that even come up? Connor died years ago.” Olivia opened her eyes when she felt the immediate change of Felix’s mood.
“How did he die?” he asked.
“Um,” Olivia shook her head, trying to shake away the memories. “I can’t talk about this right now.” She turned to the door, preparing to run away.
“I found his DNA matched yours because he donated a sample on his 5th grade school trip to Star Labs this week.” Felix said quickly. “He’s alive and healthy.”
It felt like a gut-punch. The air went out of her and she reached a hand out for something to support her. Felix was suddenly at her side, one hand gripping hers, the other around her waist.
“I’ll call Dig,” Felix said quietly.
Olivia nodded, dumbstruck. “He’ll know what to do.”
Felix meeting Sara? Or Olivia introducing them to each other.
An arm around Felix’s throat took him by surprise. Whoever it was, they were shorter than him, but definitely more powerful.
“Who are you?” a dangerous female voice asked.
“Sara!” Olivia practically leaped down the stairs and extracted him from his small assailant. “What the hell is your problem?”
Felix put a hand to his very sore throat and turned to appraise the woman who had just about made him black out.
“Habit,” was her response. She stared at him with obvious mistrust.
“This is Felix,” Olivia said. “The one I was telling you about.”
All mistrust melted and she gave him a crooked smile. “So this is Felix.”
“You’re Sara? As in Olivia’s ex? Sister of Laurent, the guy who died on Olivia’s father’s yacht.” Felix offered a hand for her to shake. “Not that I should have brought that up. It was unnecessary and I apologize if it brought up bad memories.”
She took it his hand, still smiling. “You’re cute. And, yes, I’m that Sara.”
Olivia made a small noise in the back of her throat.
“And,” Sara continued, “I’m sorry I tried to choke you on the stairs. I was only trying to protect Livvy’s secret.”
Felix looked at Olivia, still rubbing his throat. “I’m glad she’s on our side.”
In honor of my divorce, have some Olivix angst. And a small side note Alana Barry is my female Barry Allen.
Olivia watched Felix's face as he stitched up her shoulder. Somewhere along the way he had taken over for Diggle in all things medical when it came to her.
"I'm sorry," she said hoarsely.
"For what, exactly?" Felix asked, an edge to his voice. "For telling me that you love me right before a date? For going out on patrol, which you promised you wouldn't do? Or for getting hurt on that patrol and then ruining my date?"
"When you list it like that it makes it all sound so much worse."
His hands were surprisingly gentle as he pressed the bandage over his small, even stitches. "Alana understands, luckily, and we're going to make up our date another night."
She swallowed. "Good."
"You can't..." Felix took a step away from her and began gathering up the supplies. "You can't expect me to wait around here like a dog waiting for scraps."
"I know."
"If I have the chance at a real relationship, I'm going to take it."
Olivia forced a smile. "I think you should. You and Alana are great together."
Felix put everything away and grabbed his coat. Olivia put a shirt on over her black tank top and popped a few pain relievers.
"Was it just jealousy?"
The question took her off guard, and she looked over at him, wide-eyed.
"Is that the only reason you said that to me?"
"That I love you?" she asked.
He nodded.
She had two choices. To tell the truth and risk a rift in their relationship that may never heal, or to tell a lie and break only her own heart.
"Yes," she lied. "Sorry."
Felix gripped his coat tighter. "Well then, good night."
When she knew he was gone, she let a few tears slip down her cheeks. She didn't deserve to be happy; she had too many sins to atone for. Felix, on the other hand, deserved the best of everything. And Olivia would do all she could to make sure he got it. Even if it meant letting him go.
I've had several requests (most polite, one hilariously threatening) to finish the gala fic I wrote a million years ago. Here you go. This is the whole tamale.
Felix adjusted his tie and cuffs for the hundredth time in the last five minutes, staring out the window of the limo. A well-manicured hand came to rest on his knee.
"It’s only a party," Olivia said softly.
"A party full of one-percenters, where I definitely don’t belong. A party where we are stealing from the host, something about which I should have some moral misgivings, and yet -"
"We are not stealing from the host," Olivia interrupted. "We are merely borrowing some of his information."
She smiled at him with what he had come to recognize as her heiress smile: all lips and teeth, but it never reached her eyes. That smile always made him a little sad, but every time he saw it he challenged himself to coax a real one out of her.
"You look lovely," Felix said. "Beautiful color."
Olivia looked down at her green dress and smiled. A real smile. “It’s all the rage right now.”
"Yes, apparently many are inspired by some masked vigilante who calls himself the Arrow."
"She calls herself no such thing."
"Well whoever came up with the name is a genius," Felix said.
Olivia laughed, an actual laugh. “You’re the one who made up that name.”
The car stopped and Dig opened the door, offering a hand for Olivia. Felix followed close behind, nearly blinded by the flash of photographer bulbs.
"Olivia, look here." "Who are you wearing?" "How is life back in Starling?" "Olivia, right here, sweetheart." "Olivia!"
The shouts and chatter disappeared instantly as the mansion door closes behind them.
Olivia looped her hand through his arm and he immediately put his hand over hers. She looked up at him with her gorgeous blue eyes and gave him a nod.
"Don’t worry about me. I’m the strongest girl you’ll ever meet."
Felix smiled. “You are the only woman I know who would rather be in the middle of a cross-fire than at a gala.”
"At least in a shoot-out my enemies are apparent."
The plan was simple. They mingle for an hour, then Felix slips away (easy enough as no one cares that he’s there anyway). They stay for another fifteen minutes after he’s stolen the files and then head back to the Arrow lair.
He knew something was wrong when Olivia asked him for a dance, her heiress smile plastered to her face.
"We have a problem," she said casually through her smile. "Our host decided to start a poker game in his office. If we want that information, we’re going to have to play."
Felix could barely contain his excitement. “I am an amazing poker player.”
Olivia laughed softly. “It’s not a game you would be invited to.”
"I don’t understand."
She laughed again, enjoying his confusion. “It’s strip poker.”
Felix raised his eyebrows. "Can you handle this on your own?"
"It may take a little bit of planning..."
10 minutes later Felix stood outside the door where Olivia was playing strip poker with their host and at least six other women. He was trying to look casual and NOT like he was eavesdropping although he absolutely was.
"If my date knew where I was he'd be livid!" Olivia crowed loudly.
Felix counted to five before throwing open the door. "I was told you were here, Olivia." He stopped, surprised by the state of undress of their host while Olivia remained fully clothed accept her wrap. "I can see the conversation that we had before the party was useless." Felix was doing his best imitation of an entitled douche. "I brought you here, assuming you could behave, and yet you still decided to humiliate me."
"Listen--"
Olivia interrupted the host before he could say anything. "Give me one minute, Jaime. Deal me out this hand while I remind my date how good I am for his image."
They went over to the desk on the opposite side of the room and pretended to argue while Felix extracted the information. Olivia was amazed at his quick work.
"Now, if you want us to be able to get out of here," she said quietly. "It's going to need to look like we've made up."
When Felix hesitated, she put a hand behind his neck and pulled him down into a kiss. With her other hand, she grabbed one of his and placed it on her breast. He pulled away.
"Pretend you don't respect me and you're only using me."
Her voice was low and deeper than it had been a moment before. Felix nodded, grabbed her ass, and kissed her again. They finally caught the notice of their host, who cleared his throat.
Jealous, Felix thought.
Olivia giggled vapidly and ran a hand up Felix's chest, inside his jacket. "It looks like we have a bit more to talk about." She grabbed his hand and led him to the door. "I'll call you later, Jaime."
Their host smiled indulgently and waved, turning his attention back to the other women at the table.
When they were outside in the limo, but before Dig had gotten in, Olivia leaned over and whispered in Felix's ear, "I've changed my mind about galas."
olivix and the deleted kiss in the mansion with slade/? watching
*Okay, so I can’t remember if I made Slade female or not (it’s hard to be consistent when I’m only writing these on Tumblr and nowhere else) so ignore anything in the past on Slade if he was male because now he is female. And her last name is Slade so they still call her Slade so there’s some consistency.*
"What are we doing here?" Felix asked as Olivia led him through the door of the Queen mansion.
Her eyes lingered over the huge gash on his forehead. “Stay here. I’ll let you know when it’s safe.”
"What? No!" He moved in front of her, stopping her from leaving. "I need to be out there with you. Helping."
"And I’m asking you to stay here." Olivia’s voice was low, her eyes cold.
"Not unless you tell me why."
Olivia inhaled and ran a hand through her short platinum hair. “Slade took Tommy because she wanted to take the man I love.”
"I know."
"So she took the wrong man." Her heartbeat pounded in her ears as she watched Felix’s reaction. "I need you to stay here so she can’t get to you."
He took a step toward her and she put a hand on his arm. “I love you.”
She moved into him, going on her toes to reach his lips, pressing her body against his. For a minute she forgot what this was supposed to be. A ruse. But it wasn’t. She had wanted to kiss him since the day she met him. It took her a minute to remember the syringe. He took it. The kiss ended.
There were tears in her eyes and she wasn’t sure why. “Do you understand?”
He ran a thumb under her eye. Wiping away the one tear that had escaped. “Be safe.”
Suddenly a huge influx of Olivix readers. Welcome! I hope you enjoy the fics. If you want more than you need to send me prompts. My ask is always open.
