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mirrorball - olicity - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 423

It’s one of those events— ones with drinks and dancing and small talk. All the things both Oliver and Felicity hate. One of those things they just get through, because Oliver’s mom is kind enough to still host them at the Queen mansion despite everything she’s been through.

She’s often Oliver’s dancing partner because it’s easier. For whom, she doesn’t really know. All she knows is that she’s always led to the dance floor by Oliver and he leads her into a slow dance under pretty lights and, more often than not, a small mirrorball.

Today is the annual Christmas party. The same thing happens. They’re half an hour into making boring small talk with other employees when Oliver leads her to the dance floor.

“How many times will it take for me to tell you I’m not a good dancer for you to believe me?” Felicity whisper-shouts.

“You’re getting better,” Oliver winks.

“You could dance with literally anyone else,” Felicity mumbles.

“Felicity,” Oliver says seriously. “You’re the only one I want to dance with.”

Felicity’s mouth forms a small “oh”.

“If you really don’t want to, I’m sure I’ll survive small talk with Mr. Hayes,” he says softly.

Felicity shakes her head quickly.

“That’s okay. You’ll just have to suffer my two left feet,” she jokes.

Oliver laughs as he twirls her.

Slowly, they make their way to the center of the dance floor. Felicity looks up, expecting to see the usual mirrorball. But instead, it’s mistletoe. She reverts her gaze back to Oliver quickly. Christmas traditions only apply to people who actually celebrate Christmas, right? She could pretend she didn’t see it.

Oliver glances up.

That’s not good.

“Oh, look at that,” he whispers in her ear. “You do know the tradition, right?”

Felicity lets out a nervous laugh.

“Yeah, but I’m Jewish,” is what her stupid brain decides it’s best to say.

Oliver hums, apparently taking it as a no.

“If we kiss,” Felicity whispers in a moment of bravery. “I want it to mean something.”

Oliver snaps his gaze to her.

“Felicity,” he whispers back. “It would be everything, with you.”

Felicity purses her lips together. Makes a decision. She drags him off the dance floor and into a secluded hallway.

She takes a deep breath, looks into his eyes, and kisses him.

He kisses back. He kisses back. Felicity isn’t sure she’s not dreaming. But then his hands are in her hair and there’s no way this is a dream— it feels too real.

It’s a Hanukkah miracle.

one - olicity - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 334

J’onn J’onnz had offered to give her as long as she needed to grieve before giving her his memories of pre-Crisis, but Felicity had known she’d never know what happened if she took him up on that offer. So she watches the multiverse die and Oliver— in a god-like form— save the universe. Through the eyes of a complete stranger. It’s weird, to say the least.

Now she knows that Mia being able to grow up in the Queen mansion was Oliver’s doing. She loves him so much for that (even if living with Moira takes some getting used to). She’s glad for the support Emiko and Moira give her, however overbearing Moira sometimes is. Even the universe restarting doesn’t change some things.

When Mia turns one, Felicity throws her a birthday party. She tries, in vain, to stamp down the grief of Oliver not being there. He’d be so proud. He’d probably hold her tiny hand and never let go. He’d probably carry her around and show her off and tell her how pretty she is. And she’s adorable in this cute little pink dress.

At one point, Mia throws a fit that reminds her so much of Oliver that she leaves to go cry in the bathroom for a few minutes before pulling herself together for the crowd of people here to celebrate for goodness’ sake. In hindsight, it’s a little funny that a one-year-old’s temper tantrum reminded her of Oliver. But it wasn’t that, really. It was the look on Mia’s face, and the way her eyebrows scrunched in a scowl. Mia isn’t old enough to look dangerous yet, but Oliver hadn’t ever looked scary to Felicity either.

When she returns to the party, she finds Mia playing with baby Sara, John Jr., and Connor Hawke. She knows that’s Oliver’s doing, too. Wherever he is, she hopes he knows how proud she is of him.

She knows that if he can see all this, he’s looking at them with pride too.

glitch - olicity - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 234

Everything’s going wrong for Felicity today. And now she can’t even hack properly. She lets out a frustrated scream and smashes down on the keyboard.

It causes a glitch in the system (because, of course it does).

“Felicity,” Oliver says gently, in a tone he mostly reserves for her.

“Don’t,” she fumes.

She needs just one thing to go right today. Is that too much to ask? The universe seems to think so. Oliver hovers. It makes her want to shove him. Not that she could hurt him, with all his muscles. Felicity remembers Sara, and how jealous she’d been when Sara knew how to do almost everything. And maybe she thought it was a little attractive. She misses Sara.

She’s fixed the coding she’d messed up. Oliver is still hovering.

“Don’t you have arrows to sharpen or something?” she mutters.

He takes the hint and leaves her be.

“If you want to talk about it…” he trails off.

Felicity feels a little bad, but she also doesn’t really want to talk about it. Mostly because there’s nothing to say. It’s just one of those days. She pauses her typing, wondering how to reconcile. Then she realizes it’s Friday.

“Are we still doing movie night?” she asks quietly.

“Of course,” Oliver says softly. “If you’re still up for it.”

She smiles.

“I’m always up for a movie,” she says.

Maybe today is still salvageable.

lakes - olicity - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 344

Oliver can’t stand water. Some forms are worse than others. The rain— forget it. Still waters are better, like lakes or oceans especially if they’re shallow. But deep ends remind him of drowning and his father and Sara and Slade. Almost everything reminds him of the island, though.

Tommy treats his new ability to catch vases and wine bottles as some kind of superpower. Oliver knows his quick reflexes are a product of him having to fight his way through the darkness of those five years.

His mother looked concerned when he held his arm to her throat his first night back at the Queen mansion when he woke up from a nightmare brought about by the storm. Oliver thanks whoever will listen that she wasn’t afraid of him after that.

Thea is annoyed that Oliver isn’t as open with her anymore. They no longer have that easy bond; they can’t carelessly tease each other anymore. Oliver just wants to protect her from what ruined him. He just wants to shield her from the evil he now knows exists.

Diggle wants to save him. Oliver and him are similar in that way— savior complexes built up from surviving unspeakable things. Oliver doesn't really want or need to be saved.

Laurel treats him like the monster he believes himself to be, and then turns around and wants him to be the old Oliver. She wants Ollie, but that side of him doesn’t exist anymore. Still, maybe he can will it so.

Felicity is hard to figure out at first. She saves him, but seemingly wants nothing to do with him. She wants to find Walter. She wants to save the city because she thinks that’s why he’s doing this. She wants him to be good, but he’s not. She wants him to be a hero, when all he’s been for five years is a monster. Deep down, he wants that too. He doesn’t think that’s possible.

Raisa says Oliver was always good, that he always had a good heart. He wants to prove her right.

timeless - olicity - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 292

Felicity spends probably an unhealthy amount of time wondering about the specifics of the afterlife. How does it work? How much does Oliver control this… pocket dimension(?) they’re in? And because Oliver knows her so well, he can tell.

“What’s on your mind?” he asks one day.

“How does time work here?” she asks.

“I can’t really describe it,” Oliver admits. “It’s… not like you would think. It’s not linear.”

Felicity frowns. That’s unhelpful.

“It’s kinda timeless,” he says. “I mean, I can kinda travel to any point in time, any point in the universe.”

“Woah,” Felicity says quietly, trying to wrap her mind around that concept.

“I can also see what’s happening on our Earth,” he tells her. “I used to watch over you, Mia, and William.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. It made me happy, knowing it was worth it. That you guys were safe and happy.”

“As happy as I could be without you.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be there.”

“Oliver. We’re literally dead and you still can’t stop apologizing for things that aren’t your fault?”

Oliver chuckles. “I’m still me.”

“Thank goodness for that,” Felicity says, smiling. “Hey, could you show me Mia and William? What they’re doing now?”

“I… don’t know,” he admits.

He changes their bedroom to a living room with a projector. She doesn’t know exactly how he does it, but suddenly she’s watching Star City 2040 projected onto a white wall. She’s watching Mia’s graduation party, William asking her to take a job at Smoak Tech. Felicity shakes her head. Mia is her father’s daughter. A corporate job is not her thing. Mia says something similar to William.

“Thank you,” Felicity whispers to Oliver.

On some days, when she misses them, they watch over their children together.

superman - olicity - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 368

It was one of the many times Oliver was recounting his past to her. He’d already told her what happened on the island and now he was filling in gaps of moments she wasn’t there at. Felicity told him he didn’t need to, but he admitted to enjoying storytelling to her. It helped him process through everything that had happened, and reliving it all didn’t hurt as much as it once did.

He was telling her how he woke up in Barry’s body, looking away guiltily as he recounted Iris kissing him while she still thought he was Barry. Felicity can’t help but laugh. Sometimes their lives were so ludicrous. He tells her about going to Star Labs, and Team Flash following him out into the corridor for a pep talk or something. Felicity tries not to laugh at his confusion of normal comfort. Their ideas of pep talks were harsh truths and yelling at each other to get their heads in the game.

But Star City and Central City were very different places. The members of Team Flash and Team Arrow were very different.

“Barry finally convinces Iris to give us the breach thing, and we go to Kara’s Earth,” Oliver recounted. “She actually knows who we are. It was such a relief.”

He told her about meeting Kara’s cousin.

“Wait, Superman? You met Superman?”

“Mm-hmm,” he said.

He spoke more about that crossover, telling her about the other reality they’d switched into— the one where Barry and him were criminals.

“And… well, I can tell you the rest later,” he sighs. “Tired of talking. Tell me a story?”

Felicity thought about it. It wasn’t the first time he’d asked, but her life had been pretty simple. She’d already told him about Cooper and the supervirus, since he already knew a little about that. She never really liked talking about her dad, for a lot of reasons. But, Oliver never really liked talking about the island either. She started with happy memories. And then the more painful ones— the fights he and her mom had, hushed conversations she tried so hard to eavesdrop on, him leaving.

She found that it did feel good to talk about it.

prophecy - olicity - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 105

A prophecy is what takes him away from her the first time— something about surviving a sword to the chest— and death is what takes him away the second time.

She remembers how it felt the second time she thought he died, when she confirmed it was his blood on Ra’s sword. It feels a lot worse now. Maybe because it’s more real this time. The first time she thought he died, the whole world did too.

She never thought he’d one day show up in her office with a bullet-ridden laptop and a charming smile.

She never thought he’d die saving the multiverse either.

willow - olicity - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 272

Felicity has a secret spot she goes to when she wants to be distracted. It was a secluded spot, trees surrounding a lake. Sometimes, she just sits by the water and focuses on the way the sun glitters on the lake as small waves ripple through. It quiets her brain.

It had been a tough week, with Oliver being his usual stubborn self. She'd left the bunker abruptly in the middle of an argument with him. She didn't even know where she was going until she ended up here.

She hears a soft huff of laughter behind her. Oliver.

"There was a spot like this on the island," he says softly.

She doesn't say anything back. He rarely talked about the island; she didn't want to say anything to make him stop.

"My first bow was made from willow wood," he tells her, sitting a couple steps away.

She sent him a puzzled look.

"There were a few willow trees near this… pond. It was a shipwreck." He clears his throat.

Felicity doesn't know that anything she would say to that wouldn't spoil the moment.

"How'd you find me?" she asks after a moment.

"Tracked you," he said simply.

Felicity scoffed.

"I'm sorry," he says. Felicity knows he doesn't mean tracking her.

"It's okay," she sighs. "I know you like… feeling in control."

"It's hard to let go of…" he trails off, unable to explain himself.

"I know," she says.

They sit in comfortable silence for a while. Felicity wishes she was surprised that his presence makes the spot even more calming. But he'd always been a source of comfort for her.