happy birthday olli!

Satellite | John Murphy X Reader

English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes.

A/N: I’m very obsessed with Satellite by Guster, so I decided to make a story based on it. But I, first and foremost, made it as a birthday present for @justauthoring. She is a great friend of mine, caring and wonderful and totally deserved it, so HAPPY BIRTHDAY, OLLY!

Word Count: 1978 words.

Since Murphy had been captured by grounders, he hadn’t been able to sleep well It’s not like you could sleep in peace while people torture you or when you can be killed at any second. And being back at the camp wasn’t exactly better, since there was Bellamy there, who seemed to be crazy to kill him. But there it was definitely safer. So, after helping Clarke take care of some ill people, sick of the illness he had brought to that place, he couldn’t help but get some sleep.

A while later he was awake again and saw that new sick people had been placed inside the dropship. He saw a familiar face between them, making his heart race a little. (Y/N) (Y/L/N) was there. (Y/N) “the best friend he ever had and who happened to be the girl he liked” (Y/L/N). He hadn’t seen her since he’d been banished from the camp, and he honestly thought he’d never see her again. But there she was.

(Y/N) was lying on the floor with her eyes closed, her face was covered with sweat as she kept her mouth slightly open to try to breathe better. Which didn’t seem to work, as soon the girl closed her mouth and returned to breathe through her nose. She began to cough, turning herself to the side and vomiting blood.

Clarke, who was checking someone else, picked up a wet cloth and started walking toward the girl, but was stopped by Murphy.

“I got this one.” he said, taking the cloth from her hand. She nodded and went back to the other person.

John crouched beside the girl, waiting for her to stop to throw up, and then starting to rub the cloth on her face, taking the thin line of blood down her mouth and taking some of her sweat away.

Her eyes then opened, staring at his face. She recognized him instantly, her lips parted, as if she meant to say something, but nothing came out of her mouth, which closed again after a few seconds, followed by a sigh. Her hands groped the floor until they reached Murphy’s hand, giving it a squeeze.

(Y/N) closed her eyes, leaning toward the cloth, as she felt it give her some relief as it brushed past her face. She smiled weakly as she felt herself drifting off to sleep.

Seeing her sick and weak like that made his heart sink a little, but if he had managed to get better, then she would, too. She was strong. And he had faith in her. And in fact, it didn’t take long for her to start getting better, and since that had begun to happen, she had also started helping Clarke with the sick people. But she and Murphy didn’t talk, occasionally they just sent glances at each other, just happy to have each other’s presence there. Just happy that each other was alive.

John was discreetly looking at the girl, who was cleaning one of the bloody cloths after helping one of the sick people. She took a quick glance at him, returning to concentrate on what she was doing.

He was sitting in one of the corners of the ship, since no one seemed to need his help at the moment. (Y/N) then walked over to him, kneeling beside him. “Hi.” she said, a small smile appearing on her face. “Hi.” he replied, kind of happy to see that the girl had made the first move to talk to him.

And then he noticed that the wet cloth was still in the girl’s hands, making him frown slightly. She realized that he was looking at it, and then started to direct it toward his totally screwed face. Murphy pulled away from the girl when he noticed the cloth was for him. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, trying to get closer to him, to which he kept pulling away. The girl sighed.

“Come on, John, you have to let me do this.” the girl rested on her knees. “It won’t hurt, I bet you won’t even feel it.”

The boy looked at her suspiciously for a few seconds before surrendering and coming closer to her, also resting on his legs, lifting his face slightly so that (Y/N) could clean it. He soon regretted it when he felt the cloth touch his wounded skin, feeling it burning, making John give her a glare.

“Yeah, I lied.” she said, grinning at him.

Murphy was ready to give her a cheeky comeback, but felt the cloth touching him again, making him grunt, followed by a “fuck” as he closed his eyes.

“Sorry.” she said. “It will be fast.”

He kept his eyes closed, as if that would make it hurt less. The pain stopped being so uncomfortable after a few minutes as the boy began to get used to the sensation. And then, in the midst of all the sounds of people almost dying around them, Murphy heard a familiar rhythm, then opening his eyes and realizing that it was just (Y/N) humming a song. He knew that song and to hear it being hummed by the girl caused some memories of the Ark to come to him. The two of them used to listen to this song together while they were hanging around. Their favorite song. Their song.

Murphy could not help but analyze the girl, something he often did on the Ark and even on Earth. He loved taking every detail of her face, her eyes, her nose, her sweet lips. He actually loved decorating every detail of her, her hair, her hands, her silhouette. Everything. And then think about how lovely she was. Always trying to help others and trying to see the best in people. Trying to see the best in him, even when he couldn’t see it. Maybe that was why he had fallen in love with her, but he had never risked telling her that. She was very good for someone like him, maybe she was always a little out of his reach.

John could not help but be amused when he noticed the concentration (Y/N) was putting on it, looking intently at his face as he carefully wiped the cloth over his cheek. He was somehow happy to be back at the camp. Back to her.

“I wanted to look for you.” she said after a few seconds. “But they didn’t let me out.”

“Good they didn’t.” he said, his voice sounding a little hoarse. (Y/N) glared at him, looking a bit offended. “Look at how I am. It’s dangerous out there.”

The girl glared at him for a few more seconds before nodding and wiping the little bit of bruises left on his face. “Well, I’m glad you’re back.”

“You seem to be the only one;” he murmured, noticing the icy glares some delinquents sent him.

“I missed you.” she said with a shrug, as if it were an obvious thing.

Unlike Murphy, (Y/N) had always been good at showing her feelings, he had always had a problem with that. He wanted to tell her that he had missed her too, to tell her how difficult it had been to spend those days without her. But he just nodded, saying a low "Same.”

That, however, seemed to have been enough to cheer the girl, who smiled warmly at him, taking the cloth off his face and putting it to her side. “It’s done, you’re brand-new.” she said, beginning to tell him what had happened while he was away, but John was no longer listening, since his thoughts were far away.

Murphy always had problems concentrating when he was next to (Y/N), but that smile she was giving. Oh, that smile. That smile made him forget the terrible last days he had had, and the growing anger he felt for those who had tried to hang him. And while (Y/N) was beside him, he was sure that those thoughts wouldn’t come back to him. She always brought the best of him.

Seeing her talking excitedly to him made him feel relieved. He really thought he would never see her again. In the Ark, everything was more certain, the certainty that he would see her the next day, safe and alive. But on Earth everything seemed so uncertain. (Y/N) could easily be dead the next morning, dying without knowing how important she was to him. Dying thinking that to him she was a “same”, not knowing that in fact she was an “I fucking missed you too”. (Y/N) always made sure he knew that he was important to her, even if it was just as a friend. He wanted to do the same. He needed to do the same, at that moment. He couldn’t put it off any longer, because maybe they might not have a ‘later’.

“I’m glad to be back, too.” he said, cutting off whatever she was talking about. “I missed you too.”

(Y/N)’s smile widened at the boy’s words. “I’m glad to hear that.”

Murphy looked at her smile one more time before taking a deep breath and trying to find the right words to say to her. Why feelings had to be so difficult? “You’ve always been here for me…” he began slowly, looking anywhere but her.

Well, we’re friends, it’s normal that…“ she said, being cut off again by him.

"You always believed in me, you make me want to be a better person.” he paused again, taking a quick look at the girl’s confused expression. “You kinda guide me, I… Well, you’re… Good. And that makes me want to be good too. Good enough for you. But I don’t think I’m very good at it.” he chuckled. “But you’re always there, no matter how much I’ve screwed it up.”

“I would never give up on you,” (Y/N) commented. “I’m flattered that you see me like this, but I don’t want you to change for me. I mean, you’re good in your own way and I love it.” the smile reappeared on her lips.

Oh boy, she’s so precious. That smile, how could he not be attracted to those lips? And as that thought passed in his mind, Murphy followed his instinct and leaned toward her, pressing his lips against hers, making her gasp. As he pulled away from her, he noticed her surprised face. “Oh.” she chuckled, feeling her cheeks begin to heat up.

That was the time. He just had to say the three words that defined what he felt for her. The three words he could barely remember the last time he’d used them. “I love you”.

(Y/N)’s eyes widened, even with the kiss, she didn’t expect those words to come from him. A goofy smile came to her lips. “Wow.” she just managed to say at first, unable to stop smiling. “You were always special to me.” she began and he nodded, predicting the speech ‘you’re like a brother to me’ that was to come. “But I never thought you felt that way for me.” she intertwined her hands nervously. “I’m very glad you feel like this. I love you too.” she said awkwardly. She wasn’t used to saying that.

They stared at each other for a few seconds, not knowing what to say. Murphy with a rare true smile, while (Y/N) continued with her goofy, embarrassed smile.

“So…” a voice behind them caught their attention. Clarke. “If you’re done, can I steal (Y/N) for a few more minutes?”

(Y/N) smiled sheepishly, apologizing for being distracted, although she didn’t seem to feel sorry at all. She picked up the cloth again and hesitantly kissed Murphy before returning to help Clarke, while John watched the sweet girl doing what she did best, help people. And with a smile he thought, if she saw in him someone good, then he saw it too.


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Olicity - Birthday party (Drabble)

Summary: Felicity is organizing Oliver’s birthday party. After 5 years in Hell and another 5 years saving the city clouded by darkness Oliver memory of the passing of years had ame void and forgotten. Not this year, the Mayor of Star City birthdate would be celebrated.


The planning was harder than she thought. It was not the planning, nor the organizing but the keeping it a secret. From Oliver of all people.

To her infinite happiness they had found the balance. They were on the same page, every time, and when they weren’t they talked and got an understanding. Hiding anything from him was hard.

But it didn’t matter, it secret would end soon enough, and Oliver would love it but still, it was something she was hiding and Oliver was clever. Clever enough to spot her cover up.

“Any news?”

Controlling her sense of urgency, Felicity presses send on the message she was typing to the caterer.

“Nothing. And Star City is calm.”

“We got them all?”

“Doubt it. But they are either hiding or just left town.”

Oliver stands hovering at her side. His usual stance, she was reading way too much on it.

“SCPD is still out there. People need to see them. To feel safe.”

Felicity nods distractedly.

“Hey, you okay?”

The softness of his voice adds to the hand on her shoulder.

“Just frustrated.”

Oliver smiles. And she loves his smile, she missed it more than she thought.

“You’ll get him.”

“Probably too late. Like before.”

Felicity hears his intake

“Hey. It wasn’t your fault.”

She still wasn’t sure of that. Something had triggered the EMT and she was sure it was something she did.

“Not so sure.”

“Chase put the bombs in here.”

With that she fully agreed.

“And yet we aren’t closer to get him.”

“He’s close. You will find him.”

Oliver’s phone rings. Felicity doesn’t catch the words.

“I need to go. Will you be okay?”

Felicity smiles. He’s still afraid Chase will come storming inside the Bunker. He could, of course, but this time it wouldn’t be that easy.

“With all the traps I set up with Curtis? Of course.”

For a moment they eyes lock. For a moment Felicity wishes Oliver would kiss her. For a moment she can feel Oliver wants the same. But they both know Oliver is not ready, not yet. And it’s with a smile that Felicity shows she’s still there waiting, for him, for when he’s ready.

Felicity’s phone rings as the elevator doors close. The image on the screen has her reaching for it in haste.

“Thea. I need you.”

“You are going with me.”

“I have a killer to catch.”

“It can wait… in fact it can’t, but doesn’t matter. You have to eat and I need someone to go with me.”

“Take Felicity.”

“Felicity won’t do.”

“Don’t be mad at Felicity. I asked her to do it.”

“I’m not mad at Felicity.”

Thea kept following Oliver along but now she stopped him

“But… wait what did you ask her to do?”

“To undo whatever you two had done to Susan.”

“You…”

Thea struggles to form words

“You asked Felicity to do that? How could you?”

“It was wrong it should be corrected. No one better than the persons that did it. Being you were unwilling.”

“You asked Felicity, to do it.”

“And she did.”

Thea turns away with Oliver on her heals

“As she should.”

“I don’t know what’s worse. You asking her, Felicity doing it, or you not seeing how many levels of wrong that was. How it must have hurt.”

He never thought about it. At the time Felicity was so far, so terribly far away, everything was so impossible but now he saw it.

“At the time she was…”

“…over you? I would laugh if it wasn’t so pitiful that you ever thought that. Or her.”

Thea was already at her car.

“Get in.”

“Thea…”

“I need you to come with me, Ollie. Please.”

She had won she knew it the moment she heard the sigh.

“I can’t stay long.”

But he would.

The building was light up. All of Oliver’s friends, acquaintances and coworkers were there.

“I could have gotten him. It would have been much faster”

Barry plan would have worked on anyone except Oliver.

“He would turn you into a pretzel, Barry.”

Felicity had to laugh at Cisco. She was glad they were here. She had no idea how Oliver would react and having friends, close friends, helped.

“He’ll be thrilled, Felicity.”

Diggle and Lyla stepped closer.

“I know.”

But she didn’t. Inside she still felt that maybe it was too much too soon. Diggle and Lyla smile trying to ease her nerves. Didn’t help.

“Looks like all the city is here.”

Oliver canvas the entrance while Thea locks the car.

“Only missing the Mayor.”

“The Mayor is a bit busy at night.”

“Tonight he’s busy here.”

Oliver walks in the room and after a moment it all goes silent. He has been getting used to being the center of attention again but not like this. Everyone looks at him expecting some reaction he can’t fandom. It’s Thea that gives him the clue.

“Happy birthday, Ollie.”

The room explodes and only now he remembers. It’s his birthday. Over the years he almost forgot. But someone remember and he knows better to think it was his sister. His eyes search the room until he finds her.

Getting to her is harder. Compliment after compliment, handshake, hug. He loses track of all the faces. Until he finds the one he wants. She had met him halfway.

“You did all this.”

Felicity nods.

“Are you happy?”

“This was what you were hiding from me.”

“I hope I’m forgiven.”

The “I love you” is right there. Threatening to come out.

“Thank you.”

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Oliver’s Birthdays

General | Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak | Fluff | Read on AO3

A/N: A happy birthday fic that somehow became a story last night. Hope everyone enjoys it! 

He wakes up to someone pounding on the door, repeatedly screaming, “Ollie! Ollie!” It’s five. Because the only thing better than Thea’s own birthday is her older brother’s special day. Mostly so that she can ruin it for him. But today he smiles. It’s his fourteenth birthday today. Only two more years and he can get his license. And today his dad promised to take him fishing.

“I’m coming, Speedy.” He rolls out of bed, nearly bonking his head on the nightstand, and runs to the door. Thea’s standing outside, in only her Cinderella underwear, bouncing up and down. She’s holding a present that’s so crudely wrapped he almost laughs. But he doesn’t, and instead, scoops her up and carries her back to his bed. “What’s in here?”

“Your…pre-sent.” Usually, it comes out as ‘pwesent’ but today she says it correctly. Mostly because he spent the past two weeks teaching her. “Open it!”

He chuckles as he unwraps it, smiling when the present falls onto his lap. It’s a tiger. The wooden one he told Thea was cute when they went to the zoo a few weeks ago. “Aw, Thea. It’s adorable.” He cuddles her close to him, laughing when she erupts into a fit of giggles. “Thank you.”

“You like it?”

“I love it.”


He wakes up with a hangover on his eighteenth birthday. A hammer pounds inside his head, which sends him to the bathroom to throw up. He should be used to this by now. It’s not the first time he’s partied all night. But the first birthday that begins with him lying on the tile floor, shivering.

“Oliver?”

His mother.

“Not now, Mom.”

“Sweetie, are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah. I’m fine.”

There was a pause, but then she says, “Well, I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday. I need to go to the office, but Raisa has waffles downstairs.”

The mention of his favorite food makes him throw up again. This time, his mom knocks hard on the bathroom door. “Oliver, are you all right ?”

She has to know what he’d been doing last night. But she’s too blind. Oliver wipes the puke off his lips and pushes himself up. “I’m okay, Mom. I promise. Just a little…sick.”

“Okay. Well…happy birthday. Your dad and I love you very much.”

“Love you too.”

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After Eight Years  Post-Season 3 Hiatus Drabble #1

The one about Oliver’s long-due birthday being celebrated.

He woke up suddenly, his body jerking because of the dream, and immediately turned on his side to seek her warmth, his body already thirsting for the feel of hers. They had been on the road for more than a week, stopping by wherever they wanted, and it had never felt more like home to him. She was his home, his place to be. And he was happy. 

His hands came up to empty air and he suddenly sat up, instincts that had been dormant in him for over a week rising up with a vengeance. The room was dark and vacant and he got down from the bed, naked as he was, and started walking towards the outer room. They were shacked up in the snowy mountains somewhere, he had even lost where they were, in a small two-room cottage, just enjoying, discovering each other. 

He walked into the outer room slowly, his eyes seeking her, finding nothing. The fire was roaring below the mantel, bathing the dark room in its glow, but she was nowhere to be found.

“Felicity?” he called out, unable to understand where she was, his heart slowly starting to pound in his chest as he turned on the spot, looking everywhere. 

“Felicity?” he called out louder, just a hint of frantic seeping into his voice. Where was she? Had something happened while he had been asleep?

“Felicity!” 

He was full out panicking now, running to the bathroom and pushing the door open, unable to find her anywhere, his heart thumping painfully. No. No. No. She had to be alright. 

A sound came from the outer room and he ran back out, adrenaline pumping through his veins, and stopped dead in his tracks, his jaw dropped. The clear wall on the left had been made a screen, and Sara’s face was plastered all over it. She was smiling and looking at the camera, with that small devious grin on her face she used to sport before the island, speaking.

“Hey Ollie,” she waved slightly, then someone behind the camera fidgeted and readjusted the entire thing, and came back again while he stared in shock. 

“So, you know how these videos go. We used to have them like crazy before the island, remember? Anyways, just wanted to tell you that you are the best, albeit stubborn, but best man I have ever known. And you deserve happiness more than anyone. I hope you find it. I’m so proud to have you as my friend.” She spoke to someone behind the camera then nodded. “Anyways, not much time left, so happy birthday, big guy! I hope this one doesn’t suck like the last 143 ones.”

With a wink, she faded from the screen, and he reeled. When? How? But before he could catch up, his mother’s face filled the screen, and his breath hitched at the exasperated look on her face he had though he would never see again. 

“Thea, make it quick, I have a meeting… Oh, we’re on?” She nodded and smiled at the camera. “I remember the day you were born, Oliver. So small and so beautiful. You changed me that day. I was reborn with you. Happy birthday, my beautiful boy. I’m so proud of the man you have become and remember, you’ll never be without me.”

A tear escaped his eyes as his mouth trembled and he watched, transfixed as the screen shifted to the inside of STAR Labs where Barry was holding the camera, grinning so widely that Oliver felt a smile tug on his lips just watching his excitement. Barry fixed the camera on some stand and came on the screen. “So, when I was told to make this for your birthday, I’ll admit I flipped out.” He bounced a little and Oliver chuckled.

“I used to look up to you long before I knew any of this, before I knew you. And when I did get into the madness that is this world, despite of what anybody would tell me, I knew that you were the strongest man I knew, with the kindest heart.” Barry shrugged a little. “So, even though we are busy with our own things, I’m so glad I have you to count on, wherever, whenever.”

Oliver smiled remembering the words Barry had said to him, knowing he was there for him too. Barry continued. “You inspire me everyday to fight for what I believe in, to trust myself. I’m so thankful to have you as a friend in my life. Happy birthday, Oliver.”

With a small nod, he took the camera and shifted it to get Caitlin and Cisco on screen, the latter who was literally bouncing. “I still cannot believe I actually know you! This is so freaking cool. Anyways, happy birthday!”

Caitlin chimed in with her wishes and Ray came on screen behind Cisco. “So, I just happened to be here and since everyone is doing this, so am I. Happy birthday, Oliver. I know we have had our differences, but I’m glad to know you. You truly are an inspiring man.”

Oliver shook his head, still shocked as the screen shifted to Diggle and Lyla, in their living room, holding a squealing Sara. His mouth lifted watching them.

John spoke ruefully. “You know how verbal I am about my feelings, Oliver.” 

A chuckle escaped Oliver before he knew it and he shook his head as John grinned on screen. “Yeah, right man. You know. So, I’ll just say this. We have been through some pretty bad shit together, and we will in future too. But we’ll get through man. Because you’re my brother. Happy birthday, Oliver. You deserve to celebrate it more than anyone else.”

“Happy birthday, Oliver,” Lyla chimed in. “Thank you for bringing Johnny back.”

And their faces faded away and Detective Lance came up, his gruff face and in his officer’s uniform. Oliver frowned but listened. “I know you used to be the bad guy but since you try a better way and Ms. Smoak vouches for you, I know now you are one of the good ones. So happy birthday, Arrow.”

Laurel came on next with a smile. “I know we don’t always see eye-to-eye, but I am proud of the man you have become. Happy birthday, Oliver. I’ve learned a lot from you. Hope you’re having fun.”

The shot cut out and Oliver leaned back against the wall, his knees weak but eyes fixed, surprised when he saw a scruffier Roy come on screen, smiling the way he used to, and Oliver felt a deep pang go through his chest.

“You know, I’m proud to have annoyed you enough to let me get in the team.” Oliver chuckled at that, and watched Roy smile. “I don’t know where exactly I am going but the one thing I learned from you is how to keep walking, even when everything seems hard. It’s not hard. I’m actually happy. So, thank you, for everything. And happy birthday.”

There was silence before finally, Thea came one, in the loft, smiling. “Heyya, Ollie. I hope you are having a great time just being wherever you are and won’t tell me.” 

She raised her eyebrows pointedly before shaking her head. “All of us are happy and fine here and I actually found something special for you, for your birthday. I love you so much, Ollie, and you are still the best brother in the world. You’ll always be. Happy birthday! Now wait.”

She got up and sat down with a tablet, grinning. “I’ve connected it so the next thing you watch will be straight from here. Enjoy!”

There was static before Tommy’s face came on screen and Oliver fell back into the wall, his hand clamping over his mouth at his grinning best friend. He looked so young. 

“So,” Tommy began, “Thea told me she was planning something grand for your birthday since you probably only celebrated with wild vegetation on the island. So, this video is to be shown to you before her amazing party, so that you’ll remember it. Ever since I saw you doing that stunt on the monkey bars when we were 4, I have thought you were the coolest person I knew. Well, that changed. I am the coolest person I know.”

His chuckle made Oliver’s mouth tremble as Tommy continued, looking more serious. “Who you are is my best friend, my brother, who came back to me and I have never been more grateful of anything in my life as I was of the day they announced they had found you. I know this violates our code, but I love you man. You are so strong, and so good and I wish you the most happiness in the world. Happy birthday, Ollie! To celebrating life.”

The screen cut out and Oliver stood on shaking legs, the tears flowing freely now, as the screen came alive one last time with Felicity’s smiling face looking back at him, instantly soothing his frazzled nerves.

“Soooo,” she began, biting her lip slightly. “This idea was actually Tommy’s. Thea showed me the video last year, after Christmas one day, and we got to planning. So she got your mom on the camera and I did Sara. But since, well, Slade happened, it got delayed and I really wanted to do this this year but then shit hit the fan with Ra’s and finally I can! Tommy inspired this, and everyone contributed recently, and I just pieced it all together. So, I hope you enjoyed this. Happy birthday, Oliver!”

Finally, the projector was turned off and only the firelight illuminated the area. Oliver was too stunned, too touched to even move. He felt her hands come up to his face, wiping his tears and looked sideways to see her luminous, beautiful blue eyes shining up at him, his shirt hanging on her small frame. 

“When?” he managed to utter, his voice hoarse with the emotions.

She smiled softly. “A few days ago. Everyone mailed me the videos and I just compiled it all together. I thought since it’s been eight years that you haven’t…”

She shrugged and bit her lip again. “Happy birthday, Oliver.”

His mouth trembled, staggered by the love this woman held for him, feeling so gifted, so undeserving of every memory she made with him. And she knew him too well, because the next thing he knew, she was pulling him in front of the fire, and removing his shirt from her body, standing naked and so, so beautiful.

She placed a hand on his heart, looking up at him with her wide eyes. “You are the most stubborn, exasperating and controlling man that I know.” A smile lifted her mouth, and he just looked back at her in awe. “You are also the best, most selfless and obviously the most handsome.”

A laugh escaped him at her words and she grinned. “You are beautiful, Oliver, inside out.”

He leaned forward and touched their foreheads together. “I don’t deserve you, Felicity.”

She smiled. “I mostly prove you wrong, Oliver. And I’ll happily spend my life proving you wrong again.”

She pushed up on her tiptoes, pressing her body to his, pulling him closer as she brushed his mouth. “Happy birthday, my love.”

Heart pounding with her nearness, still not used to the freedom he could take with her, the way he could hold her, make love to her, like he had dreamed for so long, he pulled her closer, slanting his mouth more solidly over hers, her endearment still surprising him.

They kissed softly for a few minutes, his emotions moved beyond words and she seemed to understand, pulling back slightly. 

“Thank you,” he whispered, hugging her close, burying his face in her hair. 

She brushed his growing hair with her fingers, just silently holding him while he got his bearings. 

“You are everything, Oliver,” she muttered softly into his neck. “Everything.”

His heart constricted and he gripped her hair, crushing her mouth with his, their bloods heating. Even after having her constantly on every conceivable surface for almost a week, the hunger for her still gnawed at him. He would just be getting used to her and she would do or say something that would stump him again. Only she could turn him into a beast from a mush in a heartbeat. Only she could make him fall in love with her even more every second that she breathed. 

He pulled her down on the rug with him, keeping their mouths locked and their tongues tangled. He had never fathomed, not even a month ago, that he would live to see another birthday, much less to celebrate it. He had never fathomed, not even two weeks ago, that he would be celebrating it with her on a rug in front of a fireplace in a snowed in cottage in a town he did not know the name of. He had never fathomed he would be so content with her, body and soul.

Like so many things about himself, he had forgotten something so simple like his birthday. And moving over her, after eight long, hellish years, he realized it had all been worth it, for this precious gift, for this precious moment, for her reminder of who he was. 

For her.


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An Oliver’s Birthday Fic

General | Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak | Speculation Fic


Surprise!” 

People yelled.

Confetti exploded above his head. 

Oliver blinked several times to ensure it wasn’t a dream and glanced around the room. His team - his family - stood before him, all with giant smiles on their faces. Felicity, his sister, Lance, Diggle, and the rest of the team. “Wh-What…what is all of this?” 

“Told ya he’d forget!” Thea bounced forward and threw her arms around his neck. “Happy birthday, Ollie!” 

Happy…oh, God. He’d completely forgotten. For probably the tenth year in a row. Maybe more, if he counted the years he drank his birthday away. Oliver looked down at his sister, practically exploding with excitement, and then at Felicity. She wore a dress that could have brought his heart to the ground, and that hair…he loved her hair like that. 

And she was smiling. 

Bigger than he’d seen her smile for a long time. 

Tears filled his eyes as he looked around the room. They’d decorated with streamers and balloons, and a cake that said ‘Happy Birthday Oliver!’ in green cursive letters sat on the counter. They threw him a party. “I-I…” dear God, he was gonna cry. “I don’t know what to say.” 

“We figured that you’d forget and probably wouldn’t have a chance to prepare your speech.” Curtis chuckled. “Rene and Dinah were curious as to what speechless Oliver looked like.” 

“Well,” he slid his hands into his pockets and shifted his weight to his other foot, “you got it.” He looked around the room again. It wasn’t like he couldn’t believe his team would do this for him; he knew how much they loved him, despite how hard he tried to push them away. It was just that he couldn’t believe he was here. Ten years ago, he could count how many real friends he had on one hand. He’d been through hell and back since then, murdering people in cold blood, causing heartache wherever he stepped, failing to make any relationship work. And somehow…he got to here. Standing in the Loft, at his birthday party. “I don’t deserve any of this.” 

“Yes.” Felicity stopped towards him, her hand reached out to touch his arm, “Yes, you do. If we had a bit more time, we’d throw you at least ten parties to make up for all the times you didn’t get one. Because, Oliver,” her hand settled on his cheek, sending tingles down to his toes, “You deserve a birthday party more than anyone.”