With the long weekend ahead of me and the craziness of remote teaching, I need something fun to do. Since many of my followers are still here from my Glee and Arrow days - I figured we can do some multi-fandom flash fics. I know that many of you are sticking around in the hopes of me going back to things like Hearing!Verse, Home!Verse, Current!Verse, and Cities. I can’t promise when I’ll get back to those in full, but this could be a way to see some scenes with those characters.
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You send me your request with the fandom + prompt. If there’s a verse you want it written in, include that too.
I will spend 30 minutes writing towards each prompt and post whatever I finish in that time.
Whatever comes in by tomorrow night (Wednesday 10pm CST), I vow to get through. Anything that comes in after, I may still be able to fill but make no promises.
Five times Oliver and Felicity most certainly cannot have sex and one time they say screw it...
Part of the Current!Verse series
Special shoutout to Megan for the help with this one!
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Oliver Queen has been reinstated as CEO for Queen Consolidated for a little over 2 weeks and he already wants to quit. It’s not the constant emails, nor the phone calls. It’s not the people always expecting him to be somewhere and do something. It’s not even the people that purposefully talk to him in acronyms and science terms trying to make him feel under qualified for his position. He’d been prepared for that.
What he hadn’t been prepared for was Felicity Smoak.
It’s her first day back to work since the entire “evolution” fiasco. She’s spent the last week working up in New York with Charles Xavier and his team going through various tests to ensure that she really is okay after her hospitalization, so he hasn’t even seen her since last Wednesday.
To say that he had been anxious to have her back would be an understatement. Not only had he been going out of his mind with worry over the possibility of Xavier finding something wrong with Felicity, but he’d also been stuck trying to navigate QC without her help. Not that Cynthia hadn’t been a decent temp, but she was just that. A temp. She wasn’t his right hand. She wasn’t his partner.
So he’d originally been excited to get Felicity back.
Then she’d walked into the office wearing that red dress and he realized just how naive he had been. That red dress changed everything. Oliver doesn’t know if he’s going to make it to lunch, let alone through the rest of the day.
He would burn that dress if he could. It hugs her hips in all of the right ways, showing off her amazing ass. Which would be enough to turn him on. But then, there are the cutouts. Cutouts that give him a perfect view of her cleavage. While Oliver’s always considered himself an ass man, each time she leans over his desk to give him various files, he has to reevaluate everything he ever knew about himself.
Felicity Smoak is either a peek at heaven or his ticket to hell. He honestly doesn’t know which. That dress is pure agony, but that smile she keeps sending him every time she walks into his office to tell him something? It just may save his soul.
“Mr. Queen, your 10 o’clock is here,” Felicity informs him, and just like that, his heart feels lighter but his pants feel tighter.
Mr. Queen.
It shouldn’t get him worked up like it does. At this rate, he’s not going to be able to stand up to greet Douglass Walker. Not without embarrassing himself. He’s been turned on since he walked through the door at 8:30 and saw her in that dress, but each time she comes into the office, his erection goes from manageable to almost painful.
Special shoutout to Megan for the help with this one!
Parts 1-3 found here
Felicity let’s herself in to Oliver’s apartment, secretly hoping she’ll find him in the kitchen cooking. She’s starving and is really hoping she hasn’t missed dinner even though it’s nearly 8pm. One thing she’s learned since she’s started dating Oliver is that he’s an amazing cook. Unfortunately, the craziness of her schedule rarely has her home during an hour where she can enjoy a homecooked meal, but she’s hoping today is different.
Digg has given her the night off. They were supposed to be hitting the streets tonight, continuing to work on dismantling the human trafficking ring that is getting out of control. However, Lyla called Digg an hour ago with the news that baby Sara is sick. With Roy already out, there really had been no point in Felicity staying at the bunker, so she headed home. Or rather, headed to Oliver’s.
She walks into the kitchen, sad to see that there are already pots sitting on the drying rack.
“Damn,” she mumbles to herself, realizing she’s missed dinner. She peeks into the fridge to see if there are any leftovers and smiles at the large tupperware of pasta with a post-it note on top: Felicity, I made extra for you. Enjoy! - Oliver
She just may have to marry him. Any man that keeps her fed, is one worth keeping.
She takes off her sweater and drapes it over the back of the barstool and slips off her heels. She then makes her way down the hallway towards Oliver’s room, planning on letting him know that she’s here early. Knowing him, he’s already laying in bed reading a book or watching a game on TV. He rarely goes to sleep before she gets home — not unless she’s having an unusually late night — but he does like to relax in bed after a long day at the office.
She pauses when she notices that something doesn’t sound right. Rather than ESPN commentary or the sounds of Oliver shouting at some ref's bad call, she hears moaning.
Five times Oliver and Felicity most certainly cannot have sex and one time they say screw it…
Part of the Current!Verse series
Special shoutout to Megan for the help on this final chapter! Hopefully everyone enjoys it!
Read the entire story here
Felicity watches the video feed she’s been able to pull up from the street cameras. Currently, Roy is involved in hand to hand combat with a surprisingly agile street thug while Digg attends to the young woman who’s been shot. There’s nothing more she can do to help. She’s already called 911. Paramedics are en route.
This is the most frustrating part of her job on the team. Without being in the field, there are so many times where she’s stuck. If she were out there, she could just blast the guy and end the fight for Roy. It would be so simple. However, she knows better. For starters, she knows where that path leads. She’d tried being a member of the X-Men with Cooper and she failed. Miserably. She’s not doing that again.
Besides, Roy can take care of himself. Oliver trained him.
“Where’s that bus?” Digg asks. Felicity can hear the urgency in his voice.
“1 minute out,” she says. “SCPD is 2 minutes out. You can’t be there when they show up.”
“Then you better move quick the second that ambulance shows up,” she instructs them.
Just then, a loud bang reverberates throughout the bunker. Felicity’s hands go up into a defensive stance as she flicks her wrist to switch the screens to pull up the gym’s security cameras.
Just on the other side of the street entrance to the bunker, a group of approximately 10 men stand holding a battering ram. Without dropping her hands, she zooms in on the men’s faces and gasps. She recognizes the men. They are the same men they’ve spent the last month investigating.
“Uh, guys,” she says, trying not to panic as she redirects all of her energy into her hands to prepare for a fight. It’s been a long time since she’s engaged in serious hand to hand combat, but it’s looking like she may not have a choice. She needs to be ready. Their door may be thick, but it will eventually give way.
“And done,” Roy says, triumphantly. “You’re going to spend the next 10 to 15 rotting in Iron Heights buddy!”
“Guys!” she interjects.
“What’s up?” Digg says.
“We’ve got a slight problem here,” she says, jumping as they bang against the door again.
“What is it?” Digg asks.
“Remember those guys we’ve been tailing for the last several weeks? The ones that kidnap girls and sell them into slavery?” she says. Her hands have already started to spark from nerves. “Well… they’re here.”
“What do you mean they’re here?” Roy asks.
“I mean, they are currently trying to break down the door,” she says. Another loud bang reverberates throughout the bunker and an involuntary bolt of lightning leaves her body and hits the wall, knocking down a shelf full of arrows.
“We’re on our way,” Digg says.
Felicity takes a deep breath and tries to remind herself that everything is fine. She’s a mutant. She can handle a few humans. After all, she’d trained for much worse back in school. So what that she hasn’t used her combat skills in several years. Or that she hasn’t entirely mastered her new power. She can do this.
Five times Oliver and Felicity most certainly cannot have sex and one time they say screw it…
Part of the Current!Verse series
Special shoutout to Megan for the help with this one!
Parts 1-4 found here
Felicity mentally calculates the time difference between Star City and New York while she dials Kitty’s number. She’d rather not have this conversation over the phone, but her only friends in Star City are Digg, Roy, and Lyla and she’s not about to have this conversation with the boys. She thought about having it with Lyla, but with baby Sara being sick, she doesn’t wanted to add to their burden. So Kitty is the only other person she can talk to about this. She hasn’t spoken to her mother in years and she’s not going to ask the Professor for sex advice. She’s still mentally scarred from the one and only time he’d tried to talk to her about sex. And Logan? He’ll probably murder Oliver for even thinking of having sex with her.
This conversation would be so much easier to have in person, but beggars can’t be choosers. She needs to talk to somebody who will understand why she is freaking out about the fact that Oliver was… doing that when she showed up last night.
It had taken a large bowl of mint chip and nearly an entire bottle of wine before she’d calmed down enough to stop crackling like a firecracker and get any kind of sleep. As soon as she woke up again, though, her mind was right back to obsessing over it.
What did it mean? Why would he do that? Doesn’t he know better?
“So you do know how to use a phone, interesting,” Kitty answers, slightly out of breath.
“What are you talking about? We talk all of the time,” she says.
“Texting me funny memes and cute cat pictures is not talking,” Kitty says.
“I saw Oliver masturbating last night,” she blurts out in a rush, unable to contain it any longer.
“I… Uh… Congrats?” she says. “We can talk about that, too.”
“I’m sorry,” she says, flopping back onto the couch. “I just don’t know what to do.”
Five times Oliver and Felicity most certainly cannot have sex and one time they say screw it…
Part of the Current!Verse series
Special shoutout to Megan for the help with this one!
Part 1 found here
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Oliver pulls Felicity back against him and nuzzles the soft spot where her neck meets her shoulder, breathing in the uniquely Felicity scent: lilac, coffee, and burnt wood. Ever since her evolution, her power has grown exponentially and it’s caused her to smell like campfire, but he loves it.
He kisses the back of her neck while she attempts to read over some contracts for the 24-hour gym that Digg’s opened up in the last few weeks as the new cover for their base of operations.
Felicity picks up the QC folder off the table with contracts of his own to review and presses it into his hands.
“Oliver,” she says. It’s a half-hearted attempt to get him to focus.
He is focused though. Focused on the fact that his beautiful girlfriend is currently cuddled up on the couch with him and Thea is out of the house for the first time since bringing her back from Corto Maltese.
Besides, it’s Friday night. He has zero intentions of letting her work. The contracts will keep until tomorrow. With Oliver hanging up the hood and Felicity still working on the team — which now consists of only Roy and Digg — they do not see each other outside of Queen Consolidated as often as Oliver would like.
Tonight is the first night they’ve had together that hasn’t been interrupted by a robbery, mob war, or arms sale in close to a week. He’s not about to waste this opportunity with contracts and budget plans.
He puts the folder back down on the table and places kisses along her neck and shoulders, smiling when her skin dances with blue light. A tell tale sign she’s enjoying his antics regardless of what she may be saying. He reaches around her and pulls the tablet out of her hand.
“Oliver,” she whines.
“Nope, no work,” he says holding the tablet beyond her reach.
She pinches his thigh in punishment and flicks her wrist. The contracts that had been on the tablet appear on the television screen.
“No,” he grumbles. “No powers. No work. It’s date night.”
Five times Oliver and Felicity most certainly cannot have sex and one time they say screw it…
Part of the Current!Verse series
Special shoutout to Megan for the help with this one!
Part 1 & 2 found here
“Hey,” Felicity answers the phone, whispering. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” he says, staring at the ceiling of his bedroom, trying to slow his heart rate down. An hour ago, he’d woken up from a nightmare that had sent him into a bit of a panic attack that he’s only just now coming down from.
“Okay, well I can’t really talk right now,” she says, still whispering.
“Right.” He closes his eyes tight as he swallows down another wave of panic when he remembers exactly why she can’t talk right now. She’s out of town with Digg working on a lead for a human trafficking ring that’s been kidnapping young girls in Starling.
It’d been stupid of him to call her. He knew where she was. He just needed to hear her voice. He needed a distraction from his downward spiraling thoughts.
“I’ll be home tomorrow, okay?” she says.
“Yeah.” He’s not sure he’s capable of more than one word responses. Not without freaking out and Felicity doesn’t need that right now. Not while she’s out in the field.
“Okay,” she says. “Goodnight, Oliver.”
“Night,” he says, hanging up as the tears begin to fall.
He closes his eyes to stop himself from crying, but all that accomplishes are visions of Felicity and Thea lying dead at his feet to resurface.
He jumps out of bed and begins pacing his room. He needs to get his mind off of this. He needs a distraction. For weeks, ever since Sara died, he’s been struggling to come to terms with everything that’s happened, but it’s hard. The only nights he really sleeps at all are when Felicity’s with him. Hanging up the hood has lifted a heavy weight from him, but it’s also given him a lot of time alone with his thoughts.
The hood had been a good mask. It allowed him to hide from the reality of everything that he’s been through since the Gambit went down. It was his armour. As much as it was suffocating him, it was also protecting him from the reality of everything awful in his life. Without The Arrow, he’s only left with Oliver Queen: A sad, broken down man who’s been through absolute hell.
When he used to have nights like this when he first came back to Starling, he would head down to the bunker and spend several hours training. He’d push his muscles to the limit so that he’d be so exhausted that he’d fall into a dreamless sleep.
There’s no scenario where he will ever go back to the bunker. New or not, there are too many memories of loss associated with Team Arrow. Memories of how he’s failed at being able to protect the ones he loves. Thinking of the bunker now just makes him picture Tommy dying in the rubble of CNRI. His mother dying by Slade’s hands. Sara dead at the hands of Thea. Felicity in that hospital bed. Laurel falling off the wagon. Thea’s lifeless eyes...
He’s never planning on stepping foot in the bunker again, but there are other options. He can go running. He used to go running on Lian Yu and it helped sometimes.
He could go to the gym; that’s a legitimate option. He’s been working out there ever since Digg opened it and Thea started teaching classes. It had been a solution to multiple problems: he could stay in shape, work off his sexual frustration, and spend time with his distant sister. Tonight, he could work his muscles to exhaustion and fall into a dreamless sleep.
He moves to his closet and throws on a sweatshirt. He grabs his shoes on the way out the door and decides to run all the way to the Glades in an effort to get an early start on his workout. He then spends the next two hours at the gym boxing his frustrations away. He tries to focus on his breathing. He focuses on his form. He hits the bag as hard as he can until his muscles are screaming out in protest, but it doesn’t really help. Not like it should.
Oliver isn’t used to things going his way. He’s used to death, destruction, and utter mayhem. He’s come to accept that if something could go wrong, it will. Which is why, when Felicity opens her door, very much alive and well, Oliver lets out a breath of relief and falls to his knees.
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