1) Wanted to present one of Leaf’s ability: to change the shape/color of their leaves at will and also add flowers if they feel like it! They rarely do it cause they don’t see the point. What they CAN’T do is change the emplacement or make the leaves disappear. They’re here FOREVER.
2) I have a follower who told me they ship Leaf and Chrome cause of the drawings I made of them (there’s a few) so that’s why he’s here and blush in reaction to seeing this! For the, uh, headcanon (?) that there’s feelings between them I thought it would work better if Chrome slowly realized it but like, completely refuse, like nope, him having a crush? No way! And get mad whenever Leaf do something cute cause HOW DARE?!
Characters in the game use “she/her” pronouns to talk about Leaf, while I always use “they/them” cause they’re non binary.
Title: Miss Congeniality, Chapter Two (Chapter One) Author: dettiot Word Count: This chapter, 3850; Total, 22,240 Chapters: Four plus epilogue Rating: Teen with mature epilogue Pairing: Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak Warnings: None Summary: FBI Agent Felicity Smoak’s career is on the verge of being derailed. An undercover assignment at the Miss United States pageant, working with fellow agent Oliver Queen, might save her job–but she doesn’t realize it will also change her life. Author’s Note: I’m so happy to be posting this story, which came about thanks to some discussions on Tumblr. I hope y’all enjoy this rom-com presentation of Felicity and Oliver!
Many thanks to those who made this fic possible. First and foremost, the @olicityficbang event, which has been a joy to participate in. Next, my cheerleader @honorthedeadbyfighting, who was so enthusiastic about this fic as I was writing. My beta @curvy-tam stepped in halfway through my writing process and offered an eagle eye to catch my mistakes. Finally, be sure to take a look at the amazing graphics created by @captainsummerday for this fic!
A chapter a day will be posted until the story is completed. You can read it on AO3 or here on Tumblr. Happy reading!
Smoothing her hands over her sweater, Felicity followed Oliver and Merlyn off the elevator and into the offices of the Miss United States pageant. It was all glass and chrome and ostentatious flower arrangements in shades of pink and purple: the official colors of the organization, Felicity knew, thanks to her wee-hours-of-the-morning research.
After two drinks at Charley’s (she had wanted to hold herself to only one, but Merlyn had insisted on one-upping Bowen), Felicity had gone home and promptly freaked out. Because … what was she doing? Getting all dolled up for a night was one thing–but going undercover at a beauty pageant? There was no way she could pull this off! She’d never had that many friends, certainly not of the female persuasion. Acquaintances, that’s what she had. And now she was going to be among fifty-six of the most beautiful women in the United States, women that had looks and charm and grace, and she would stick out like a sore thumb.
So after an hour and a half of staring at her ceiling instead of sleeping, Felicity got up and started researching. Knowledge was power, after all, and it would be worth her puffy eyes and jittery hands. But now that she was operating on little sleep and a lot of caffeine, Felicity regretted pretty much everything about last night.