This is right after Oliver gets Felicity back from Damien Darhk and I noticed Oliver has his eyes on Felicity this whole time. In my mind, I imagine him thinking… that her chair could have been empty. He could have been alone right now without her. She could have died tonight. Don’t waste another moment. Life is too short. I need to make her my wife.
Something fortuitous happened today. @captainsamell sent me a prompt regarding this scene, and I flailed about because I’d just had this thought when I woke up this morning after seeing a post… This was the result.
“Hey,” Oliver said softly.
Felicity heard the rustle of pages as he set his notebook down. “What is it?”
Her hand was frozen in midair, the ring catching the light from the lamp on his nightstand perfectly, making
the diamond sparkle.
A fine tremor danced along the edge of her fingers and she
made a light fist, turning towards him just enough so he could see the smile on
“Nothing. I was just
admiring,” Felicity said, her voice clear. She wiggled her fingers for emphasis.
The ring caught more of the dull light, and it made her heart clench. It was
flawless, absolutely beautiful. “It’s so shiny.” Oliver made a little sound in
response and she leaned back just enough to give him a smile. “I’m still very ‘oh shiny!’ from all those drugs they
had me hopped up on.”
She didn’t give him a
chance to respond before she turned away again, curling into her pillow, fighting
the grimace at the still-strange sensation of her legs
“Oh,” Oliver said and then
she heard the distinct sound of his pen sliding into his notebook. He shut it and
set it on his nightstand.
She expected him to turn
the light off and curl around her, just as he had for the last several nights
since she’d gotten home, holding her as tightly as he dared until he fell
asleep, until the weight of his arm around her waist grew heavy enough for her
to take a deep breath and let out the single tear she allowed herself…
She could really use that
tear right now, and Felicity bit her lip, pushing it back down along with the question
that’d been pressing at the edges of her mind since she watched that movie
earlier. She could wait.
But he didn’t follow his
Instead, the light stayed
on as Oliver pushed himself closer, wrapping his arm around her waist and
tugging her back into him. It used to be her favorite thing, how easily he
could move her, how fond he was of pressing every inch of his body against
hers, the little stretch and moan she gave him when she felt him…
But now she felt a lot less
and it was the only thing she could think about before she pushed that down as
Oliver used his other hand
to brush the hair off her neck, dropping a light kiss along her hairline. Her eyes
fluttered shut, her chest tightening with affection and something else she didn’t
know how to name as he pulled her closer, laying his head on hers.