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#hi ms. smoak #my name’s promey #i’m a huge fan of your existence #the whole reason i stalked oliver for so long was to meet you #i own 10 of your funkos + a custom gothlicity #pandas >>> kangaroos #can i touch your ponytail #wow your eyes are so pretty #do you mind stabbing my ear with a red pen so i can have an industrial piercing just like yours #i love your glasses #also can you demonstrate your wicked right hook on my face #when will smoak tech rise #STEP ON ME QUEEN😍😍😍

Summer Vacation: Steps

First fic for the Olicity Hiatus Fic-a-Thon organized by @thebookjumper. I’d like to the thank @almondblossomme for proofing. Also available on AO3.

I’d like to like to dedicate the is fic to @emmaamelia95 (still May 27th in Canada, sorry it is late for you) as it is her birthday today. 

The story is set in 5x22, an alternate ending to the party.


Oliver began carrying dishes into the loft kitchen. “Thanks again Felicity, this was so nice.”

“Are you sure you weren’t disappointed?” Felicity crinkled her nose. She had been worried that the dinner subterfuge was a bit much.

“About the party? Absolutely not. About dinner,” Oliver looked down.

This Oliver always killed her, he looked like a lost little boy. She knew he just didn’t want to say the wrong thing, so she cut him off at the pass. “I was. I mean, I was disappointed about dinner. I wanted to, I want to go to dinner with you.” God, why was she stumbling over her words? This was Oliver and he had agreed to take steps!

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my thoughts on 5x22

I can’t believe we’re almost at the end of the season. It’s bittersweet; I’m glad to put this year behind us but I’m also sad there’ll be no more new Arrow for several months. I’ll miss it, to be sure. But, given the events of this episode, I’m really hoping that there will be plenty of fanfic from my favorite authors to tide me over. 😉

  • Quentin wishing Oliver a happy birthday fills me with all kinds of warm feelings. Did we ever think, back in s1, that we’d ever get here? 
  • Thea teasing Oliver about his “date” with Felicity is a million kinds of fantastic and something I’ve always wanted. It’s made even better knowing that she KNEW ABOUT THE PARTY THE WHOLE TIME.
  • Seeing Oliver happy and nervous and excited is something I’ve really missed. 
  • The smooth way that Oliver took down Curtis fills me with all kinds of Feelings. 
  • That Lord Mesa cake is so meta that it’s pretty glorious. 
  • I’m not sure it qualifies as “amazing” or worth all the buzz but I’ll let it go. Cuz I’m a reasonable sort. 
  • This whole birthday is so beautiful and wonderful and so long past due… It feels RIGHT. I love seeing Oliver be celebrated by his loved ones. As it should be. 
  • We were doing great on the “how I want to spend my Summer Vacation” thing till we got to Felicity… and then Oliver. 
  • SOCKS? REALLY?
  • Socks=sex
  • Is it just me or were there volumes of innuendo to Felicity’s whole “hiking and spending the night under the stars” thing? Those smoldering looks between her and Oliver didn’t help things. 
  • And as if I wasn’t already dead from that eye fucking, then the team “subtly” leaves them alone to talk and they AGREE TO START DATING AGAIN.
  • Have mercy on my poor heart, Arrow, I’m only human.
  • Forget socks, this is what Oliver wanted for his birthday. 
  • “Hypothetically dating my ex-fiancee” It’s okay, I’m okay, this is fine. I’m fine. 
  • Curtis teasing Felicity about her sexual tension with Oliver is all of us, let’s be honest. 
  • Oh look, Curtis got taken. I’m so shocked. (not that shocked)
  • Oliver worrying about Felicity and wanting her to stay down in the bunker with him is just… that’s where I’m at folks. This is fine. 
  • But the Black Siren blah blah blah *snore* I’m sorry, did something happen? 
  • Anyways, Quentin is awesome and deserves better. But you all already knew that. 
  • Felicity not wanting to leave Oliver alone, because she’s worried about him… that is NOW where I’m at. I’m fine. 
  • Oliver’s desperation and … upset at learning Dig and Felicity were taken… that is where I am going to be and stay and I AM NOT FINE.
  • Yep. I’m gonna stay here a while. It’s a nice place. 
  • And then Malcolm gives a big pep talk speech about leaving the island and letting people in and how people help us retain our humanity and…what? WHAT? What’s going on here?
  • Malcolm is being the beacon of hope? Where did that come from???
  • Oh that man is so dead. He’s dying. That’s it. That’s his big redemption. Welp. 
  • Oliver’s emotions over Chase taking William are so real and pure and just… WOW. “He’s my boy.” There’s a branch in my eye.
  • Delightful moment when Malcolm and Nyssa get pissy about working with each other.
  • Though, if Nyssa could stop with the husband nonsense and they could just END THAT NONSENSE I’d be a happier viewer. 
  • ITS BEEN TWO YEARS, GUGGENHEIM. LET IT GO.
  • It took Oliver far longer than it should have to realize Adrian took everyone to the island. “See you on the boat” was pretty clear. 
  • Also… no one took a boat. What is this boat nonsense? I have questions. 
  • “Ms. Smoak.” Damn right, and don’t you forget it. Blessed, blessed interaction.
  • Blah blah blah Slade Wilson blah blah kid blah blah

Join us next week folks. Things will most certainly get lit. And enjoy Olicity being reunited. It’s official. TV Line said so. 😉

Fic: Tastes Like Pure Joy

*Throws fic at everyone and runs and hides.* This is my first attempt at a vampire story of any sort and I hope you guys enjoy it. Written for the Olicity Hiatus Fic-a-thon prompt - “taste.” @felicityollies and I decided there needs to be more Olicity vampire stories, so here you go! You can read it on Ao3 or below. 

Tastes Like Pure Joy

Oliver tried not to stare at Felicity’s mouth when she licked at the ice cream dripping down the side of her cone.

“What does it taste like?” Oliver, having been a vampire for centuries, did not know the joys of modern human food.

“Cold. And sweet. And happiness, if you can use an emotion do describe food,” Felicity explained.

“I can,” Oliver growled a little. And he knew the moment she realized she was the food he was talking about because her face blushed to the most beautiful shade of red. Oh, how he would miss that blush.

Felicity and Oliver had been dating for almost a year, and when he asked her to marry him, she had finally convinced him to turn her as well. Forever, she said, meant truly forever.

Usually on their dates, they didn’t eat because they did not consume the same diet, but since this was her final week as a human she was indulging in all her favorite foods. And the last item on her list was mint-chocolate chip ice cream.

“What do I taste like?” Felicity asked him shyly.

Other than the occasional nip during lovemaking, Oliver had only fed on her once – the night they had met. He closed his eyes to dwell in the memories of our first encounter. Felicity must have noticed his smile.

“That was a good day, wasn’t it?”

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Fic: Over My Dead Body

I have no idea what this is or why this happened… but here. Have a High School!Olicity with a little bit of Tommy Merlyn thrown in. 

Prompt: You look like shit. 


“You look like shit.”

“Shut up, Tommy,” Felicity says, holding onto her stomach as she tries not to throw up.

She’d told Mr. Walsh that she didn’t feel good today and he’d still made her run the mile. She should sue the school for negligence.

Better yet, she should vomit all over his precious Reeboks.

How is it that tuition here is thousands of dollars a year and they can’t afford competent teachers? Felicity would have been better off turning down her scholarship and attending public school.

“Are you going to barf? Because I have to tell you, Smoak. I’m a sympathy puker. If you throw up, I will, too,” Tommy says, earning him a glare.

A wave of pain hits her and she doubles over, crying out.

“Mr. Walsh, I don’t think Felicity is doing too good,” Tommy calls out, putting a comforting hand on her back.

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Arrow Fic: I Have Been Homesick For You Since We Met

post-5x21, Felicity watches Oliver’s press conference and has a talk with Thea.

“It’s not time. Not just yet. But maybe soon. They’re not planets in orbit around each other, they’re comets scorching through constellations, alternating near misses on an inevitable collision course.”

Title from “A Father’s First Spring” by The Avett Brothers.

I Have Been Homesick For You Since We Met (AO3)

Oliver texts to tell her about the press conference, and somewhere in between reading his message and replying, Felicity’s slipped her heels back on and buzzed the doorman to hail a car. Next thing she knows, she’s at City Hall.

She enters the building, and knows the route to the briefing room by heart, but when she hits the lobby, her feet turn to lead and won’t carry her any further. She’s genuinely contemplating walking right back out the way she came when she catches sight of one of the wall-mounted TVs. Oliver is taking the podium and something in her chest still swells at the sight of him standing in front of the cameras, speaking to the city he’s given everything to protect.

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Eye Contact: The Third Time’s the Charm

My shot at Prompt #2 Eye Contact for the Olicity Hiatus Fic-a-Thon organized by @thebookjumper! I’d like to thank @tdgal1 for her help with this one. Also available on AO3.


First Meeting

Felicity Smoak had been working in the Queen Consolidated IT department for just over a year and she knew she had already become their most valuable employee.

Queen Consolidated had decided to go Google. This was a big deal for the IT department. For years, the company had used different software for emails, calendars, sharing information and Google would bring it all together and make it easier to share information in real time. Definitely a move in the right direction. But like any change there was resistance.

One of the strongest resistor was actually the current CEO. He liked things the way they were and while he may have approved the change, he was not adapting well.  Which was why Felicity wasn’t exactly surprised when her boss asked her to go up to the executive floor to help Mr. Queen.

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Matchmaker, matchmaker, bring me a… vacation?

I know this is a few days early… but if I don’t post it now, I’ll spend the next 3 days reworking it ‘til I’m blue in the face! Hope you enjoy!

Olicity hiatus fic-a-ton Tumblr prompts from @thebookjumper. Prompt 1- summer vacation

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“Oliver,” Felicity whispered, eyes closing as his hands ghosted over her shoulders, down her arms, “mm… what about lunch?” She pulled back reluctantly, forcing her eyes to open.

 “What about it?” he said softly. Gently framing her face with his hands, he leaned in slowly, grazing her cheek with his lips. “Lunch can wait,” he said as he trailed soft kisses up her face. Gently pushing the hair back at her temple, his thumb brushed over the fresh scar at her hairline. His lips lingered there, as if trying to erase it.

 After a moment, Oliver released her face. Reaching down, he grabbed her hand, guiding her to the sofa. Sitting down, he immediately pulled her into his arms. He watched her intently before cupping her face again and finally, slowly, pulling her down, his lips brushed hers. “I’ve been wanting to do that all day,” he said after a moment.

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Olicity- Clashing Parallels (Part 1)

Note: I joined some wonderful people in CampNanoWriMo in April. The story didn’t follow as well as I would like but I reached my goal and I manage to tell the story as I intended from the start. Hope you all like it.

Summary:  Oliver Queen, the recently returned from the dead rich playboy, and Felicity Smoak, newly arrived at Starling City, find themselves unknowingly living parallel lives. What happens when parallels clash together…


The sun was yet to shine over the suburb as the hasty pace of the petite blonde echoed the street. Many would call her beautiful with the long blond hair, soft features punctuated by bright red lips, and deep blue eyes shining behind the glasses. Her face held an interesting mix between softness and determination. Especially now when her long legs didn’t seem quite long enough for the urgency of covering the distance.

With a soft disappointed sigh she walks pass the coffee shop, and almost runs up the rail’s station stairs. Almost out of breath she manages to smile facing the packed platform. She didn’t miss it. The morning train must be late.

Mentally she lists everything she had planned to bring afraid something was forgotten. But before she’s done the train arrives and the rush to get a seat takes over every person around her. Not her though, she’s too nervous to sit.

It’s her first real job. Up until now she only had part time little jobs to pay for her needs at MIT and chip in at home, this time she was working full time. It wasn’t her dream job but it was closer to it. Queen Consolidated IT department was a reference to all MIT graduates. It offered internships, something Felicity wished she could have applied too but money was scarce and keeping up with the payments for MIT and stay in Starling City was impossible.

Through the glass, the timid dawn of a winter’s day, cast a faint lighter tone to the sky and soon the street lights fade and people start moving about. The endless stream of buildings closes the line sight as they grow in high and closeness.

The first city station opens up space on the car as the first wave of commuters gets off. Felicity breaths in the fresh air that starts to fill the car. She welcomes the oxygen saturated intake before the doors close.

Her station is next and she joins the long stream of people. The giant clock over the station main exit informs her she has but 30 minutes to go through the maze of streets that is Starling City Business Center.

It’s of no surprise that a big part of the people leaving the station takes the same path she does. How many will be her co-workers? How many of these people will be acquaintances in a few days, weeks, from now? She wished for none but she knew better.

Everyone seemed to be rushing, just like she was; it was amazing how faster she walked when she did it with others with the same aim.

The Security Guard is expecting her, with a visitor’s card, soon to become employee card. She arrives HR minutes before the given time.

The morning is disappears between paperwork and learning everything about QC. Rules, procedures, protocols. Felicity does her best but not even the over smiling HR manager, Mrs. Grant, seems to understand them all.

It’s after lunch when family enters the different and yet familiar IT Department. The room is part open space and part private spaces, sunlight entering the space gave it a light welcoming feel. Felicity notices some empty desk and wonder which one will be hers while keeping in pace with Mrs. Grant that is now knocking on a door.

“Come in”

The voice is soft but with a ring of command of someone that isn’t accustomed to be disobeyed.

“Mr. Finn, Ms. Smoak.”

“Ah. Yes, Ms. Smoak. Welcome to the Team.”

The man is short and thin, he looks weak until one notices the eyes, sparkling piercing gems behind the glasses. Mrs. Grant excuses herself and Felicity is left in the talking presence of her new boss.

Mr. Finn introduces her to all her co-workers from the IT department. The names are lost, faces are barely retained. By the end, and already sitting at her new desk, next to a window that provides her with a small glimpse of Starling City outside, Felicity’s relieved that she doesn’t recognize anyone. It’s better this way.

For Felicity the job is simple enough and keeps her busy. Not mentally challenging but it provides for her basic needs.

The days go by unnoticed, just like she does. On the big room filled with IT experts she doesn’t stand out. She keeps to herself but even from her corner she notices the groups and groups dynamic in the room. A skill she learns early on in her life as a daughter of a struggling working mother in a city of glamour and pretends.

The dynamics are pretty simple. The married or committed are a group largely overcome by the youngsters out of IT schools with no attachment and whose worry in life is paying the student loans and party all night long. But in their mist there are ones more committed to having a life, and ones to whom the partying was enough. Outside their differences there were common interests, gossip being one of them and match making the other. Fortunately they limited themselves to friends and coworkers and she didn’t think they counted her as neither. That suited her, letting people close was dangerous, Felicity I learn that the hard way.

In between the regular boredom, that morning was going to serve as reminder has to why Felicity Smoak was recruited in the first place. The attack came out of nowhere right from the least expected and she was hard press on stopping it from getting through to any data. That was her job, and the intruder was clever and cunny.  A challenge she welcomed, and had her smiling.

It was the first time she was on the opposite end, the protector, and the system potential to defend was higher than she expected, under skill full hands. Like hers. If her mother came in right now she would immediately spot that her girl was in seventh heaven, as it was, no one in the room noticed, as they kept track of their own end of the system and Felicity kept this to her. She was handling it and adding more people could jeopardize her efforts.

But there were two sides to this coin, as Felicity’s work and concertation went unnoticed to all around her so did the way all around her were suddenly very quiet and overly concentrated on their screens went unnoticed for Felicity. It was uncommon to be this silent but the fact didn’t register. For Felicity anything outside the code in her screen and the challenge that suddenly had come her way existed.

Felicity releases the breath she was holding when the attack starts subsiding and only now she notices the gossip is running louder than usual and it seemed the subject was the same.

“He’s even better looking than the pictures?”

It takes her a while to register the co-worker on her left, Pat, is talking to her.

“Who?”

Pat looks at her like she’s an alien. It’s not the first time Felicity gets that kind of look, but it is the first time here and as a functional adult, she’s surprise it hurts as much as it did when she was a First Grader in Vegas.

“Oliver Queen.”

“Oh. Only know him from the news.”

The look turns to shock.

“He was just here.”

Now Felicity gets it.

“I was busy.”

The shock turns to confusion and soon after pity. It’s like she had missed a Presidential visit, no one did that.

Felicity wasn’t surprise that but a few moments after this she was getting evaluation looks. Following that evaluation she would be left alone on account of her weirdness; she didn’t mind. She had a job and that was the only thing she wanted from Queen Consolidated and Starling City.

It was a little after 8 in the evening when Felicity got into the train going home. The train was almost empty, too late for daily commuters, too early for night partiers.

The dark streets of the suburb were punctuated by a few open bars and pubs. She doesn’t stop.  She will eat at home while checking her messages.

The sender is the usual one but… she’s puzzled by the message. They’re coordinates. Her first outside task.


It was his first day at Queen Consolidated, and he was only here out of respect for his now dead father, and to not antagonize his mother. Moira was hard pressed in having him take care of the family business. He didn’t have neither the knowledge nor the will to learn but he would do he’s best. For now Walter had and Assistant give him the rundown of the company.

After 5 years things were different; he took Walter’s word for it as he didn’t knew much about the company before. Going from Department to Department where everyone kept gawking at the undead heir was getting tiresome; the ones that pretend not to look were almost as bad, with their sly glimpses shinning with curiosity. He usually welcomed the attention, especial from females, at least he did before…, but it was getting a bit too much.

“IT. Development, System Security. They keep our systems safe from cyber-attacks.”

The Director was waiting for him. At least he’s curiosity was damped by his verbose. He talked a lot for someone that was supposed to keep secrets safe. Mr. Finn listed all his employees, one by one, making him acknowledge every look of sympathy and/or curiosity… except one.

The last thing he expected was one person totally oblivious to his presence, especially a woman, but there he found it. In a corner of the Systems Security open space a blond hair woman didn’t even flinch, not even when her Director mention her name, her eyes never left the screen. In that small little thing Oliver found relief, somewhere in the world there was someone who couldn’t care less about his existence. He got her name, Felicity, an unusual name for and unusual woman.

It was the only distinct note in another wise one note day.

“So what you think?”

Walter’s Office wasn’t the same he’s father once used. An almost meaningless detail that meant more than Oliver ever expected it would.

Walter was the real surprise when he got back to Starling. He had married Moira which turn him into his stepfather. Oliver didn’t mind, Walter was a good man, loyal to his friends and he treated his mother and sister and even Oliver like his family, a family he loved and cared about. That was enough for him. As far as the Company was concern Walter was far more suitable to manage it than he was.

“You are doing a great job, Walter.”

“It’s your turn, Oliver.”

“I can’t…”

“You will. You just need time.”

He needed much more than time, he needed a miracle.

“Walter…”

“Oliver, I understand your concern. Still it’s your company, Oliver, and Thea’s…”

Oliver was aware it wasn’t an option to refuse. Still, as he sat on his office looking out the window to the Starling City skyline and the sea at the end of it, he couldn’t help but wonder how would he be able to tackle this new life.

He had been a drop out from every college he ever went. His major was more parties and women than Business and Management. He had learned but not then, back then he was someone as useless and unskilled as lost. Then it had happen, the accident. An enjoyable trip with his father in the family yacht, the “Queen Gambit”, turned his life upside down.

His father had died, right there in front of him, later, having managed to arrive the Island he had buried the body, already corrupted, but still so very much Robert Queen.

It had been five years. Five years he had to do everything to survive, five years he had lived in Hell, five years for the World to consider him as dead as his father. It was all over now. He was home. But nothing was the same. He was different, not that anyone would notice.

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Double Standards (ch2 screw the after party)

olicity || ao3 || mature || light angst || 2389 || more fics

summary: Felicity is a young actress trying to be taken seriously in Hollywood. Oliver is her Oscar winning boyfriend. Everything is peachy keen for them… that is until their sex tape gets released
chapter word count: 1729
chapters: 2/4
a/n: there were a few requests for how they met…. so, here we go. 


chapter one: Leaked

“Great job out there.”

“Thanks,” Oliver smiled wide and shook the hand of yet another impressed colleague.

Following his Oscar win the previous year, he took home another Golden Globe for his most recent role in a dramatic film. It didn’t get as much fanfare as the first, but he wasn’t worried in the least. He was breaking into the more serious roles and it was only going to get better from there.

He picked up a glass of champagne and made his way through the party. His eyes fell on a young woman. She wore a gorgeous red dress with gold floral designs all the way up. Her hair pinned up, but still had a few loose curls that hung in her face. She was stunning to say the least. Felicity Smoak. He had never met her before that night, but she was the one that presented his award to him. She giggled nervously as she handed it to him. It was the sweetest thing.

“Ms. Smoak,” he said as he took a few steps closer.

“Oh, hello Mr. Queen,” she smiled up at him, “You can call me Felicity.”

She had this air of innocence to her. Definitely young and unjaded compared to his thirty years, a good ten of those being spent in Hollywood.

“Oliver,” he took her hand into his, “It’s a pleasure,” he kissed her hand gently.

He cranked up the charm to eleven as he lifted his hand and caught her gaze. Her eyes went wide and a blush filled her cheeks.

“Thank you,” she mumbled before taking a large gulp of her own champagne.

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Felicity Smoak - Model, International Star and Murderer?

This is the prolog of my newest fic.  I have to say a giant thank you to @smkkbert and @magda1102  for the totally awesome artwork.  In this talented fandom, you ask and you receive.  I am totally blown away.  So wonderful.

All she can see is blood. Blood on the carpet, on the floor, on the couch, on Max,  on her hands. Max, why did it have to come to this? Before the police are called she must do something first.  No matter what, the truth will be hidden.  She will call the police.  The police will arrest her but she is willing to let that happen to hide the secret.  Forcing herself to look away from her lover’s body, Felicity Smoak calmly takes care of business, like she always has.

The police arrive and view the scene.  Blood everywhere, a dead body and a woman holding a bloody knife.  Detective Hilton is sure this was a lover’s quarrel. Putting on his gloves and standing aside for the forensic team to enter, Hilton walks over to the body to take a good look.  Good looking guy but the rage involved in this killing.  Overkill for sure.  Must be at least 30 stab marks.  Wow, that was one angry woman who wielded a knife to stab that many times.  Sadly, Hilton has seen this before.  The boyfriend was probably cheating or about to leave her for another woman.  He can see the outline of the blonde who just handed the knife to his team.  Might as well get this over with.  

“I am Detective Hilton with the Star City Police Department.  Can you tell me what happened here?”  Looking up at him Hilton does a double take.  Holy Shit.  This is a public relations nightmare.  Why does this happen on his shift?  The Mayor will not be happy. Sitting in the chair blood still on her hands from the knife is no other than Felicity Smoak.

 Oliver Queen is sitting in his office having a celebration drink with his paralegal, Jackie Jones, when his phone rings.  Looking down to see who would be calling his personal cell phone instead of the office, he sees the smiling face of Tommy Merlyn.  

“Tommy, how are you?” Oliver asks his friend of over 20 years.

“Oliver, I need you to take a case.  A good friend of mine is in serious trouble and she needs the best lawyer around. Congratulations on the Freeman trial. That was a great win for you. Innocent.  I really need you to take this case, Oliver.”  The worry is evident in Tommy’s voice.

“Okay, Tommy.  What is the case?”  Oliver sits back in his chair and takes another sip of his expensive scotch.

“My friend is being charged with murder.  She was arrested tonight at her home.  I told her not to say anything but she needs a lawyer now.”  His brow creased, Tommy’s friend is in custody without a lawyer present?

“Okay, give me a few details.  Who is it and where is he?”  Oliver grabs a pen and paper.

“She is at SCPD and her name is Felicity Smoak.”  It was his courtroom experience that keeps the neutral look on his face when Tommy said the name. Felicity Smoak, international star, model, People Magazine’s most beautiful woman of the year.  

“Okay, Tommy.  I am on my way.”  

“And Oliver?  Spare no expense on this one.  Send the bills to me.  I don’t care how much it costs.  Felicity Smoak would not hurt a fly.  She is innocent.”  Oliver agreed and hung up.  Of course, she is innocent.  Everyone in jail is.

 

Oliver strolls into SCPD and smiles at the officer at the desk.  The officer shakes her head as she pointily asks him what she can do for him.

“My client has been brought in for questioning.  I need questioning to stop immediately because I was not informed that she was here.” Oliver gives a smile to the officer.

“Who is your client, Mr. Queen?”  She replies as she looks down at the desk.

“Felicity Smoak.  I need Detective Hilton to seize questioning immediately until I have a chance to speak with my client and I will be here for any additional questions.”  She shoots him a look of interest before opening up the interrogation room door. The door opens and Hilton comes out.

“Queen, what are you doing here?” Hilton angrily asks.

“My client.  Felicity Smoak.”  Oliver smirks at Hilton because they both know why he is here.

“This is an open and shut case.  Ms. Smoak was found with the dead body of her lover and a bloody knife in her hand.” Hilton informs him smugly.

“I will just go in and see my client now.  Please turn off any recording that you have going on.  We would not want you to forget that, would we detective?”  Oliver steps around the angry detective as he opens the door.

The woman sitting in the chair does not move or look up.  He closes the door and checks for any recording equipment.   Still, she sits with her head down.

“Ms. Smoak?” When she lifts her head, Oliver looks at the most beautiful woman he has seen.  Even with her makeup obviously wiped off, her hair falling on her face and her eyes wary, she has a natural beauty that takes your breath away.

“Yes, are you the bad cop?” She asks him with a smile that does not reach her eyes.

“No, I am not a cop at all. I am your attorney.  Oliver Queen,” he reaches out his hand for her to shake. A look of terror passes over her face.

“My attorney?  I am sorry, Mr. Queen, but someone is playing a sick joke on you.  I didn’t hire you and I don’t want you,” she blurts out and then turns red when the realization of her words comes over her. She opens her mouth but Oliver stops her.

“Ms. Smoak, I am your attorney.  Tommy Merlyn hired me.  I hope the police did not ask you too many questions before I arrived.  No further questioning will go on without me.” Oliver expects her to ask him what she should do, say she is happy he is here, say she is surprised Tommy was able to obtain his services for her but that was not what came out of her mouth at all.

“Oh, frack.  Tommy, no.  Mr. Queen, I don’t need an attorney because I am pleading guilty.”  

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“Oliver I have a question for you.”

“Come here I want to snuggle.”

“You just want to rub my boob.”

“Maybe. Now what was that question.”

“I was wondering…”

“Felicity just ask it away you know I will be honest with you.”

“Would you die for me?”

“What?”

“I knew it was a stupid question, forget about it.”

“Felicity.”

“You can just molest my boob a little bit more.”

“No I wouldn’t die for you.”

“Wha-”

“I wouldn’t die for you because I want to live for you.”

“…”

“When I came back from that island I knew that somehow it would end with me being dead so I was just waiting for that day to come. I wasn’t living I was just existing. But then I met you.”

“And everything changed?”

“Of course. You brought light into my life, you gave me hope and now…now I don’t want to die for you I want to live a long life for you and with you.”

“Wow.”

“Not the answer you were expecting hon?”

“Not at all. You still can surprise me after all those years.”

“Was it a good one?”

“I wouldn’t come up with better one.”

“Glad to satisfy your needs Ms. Smoak.”

“Oh you do in more ways than one.”

“Maybe we should try those others too, just to be sure.”

“Well you are already on my boob.”

“Felicity.”

“I love you I hope you know that whatever you feel for me I feel it to.”

“I know and I love you too.”

“So about that satisfaction….”

My observations watching 🎯 Arrow 5x23 "Lian Yu"

Last thoughts of the season, dearies. Can’t believe it, but here we are. I liked this season finale. At lot. It’s not better than season 2 finale, like someone said, but pretty good. Even with that cliffhanger, for me it didn’t take points of it, not really. Much better than season 3 and 4 finales, that’s for sure.

Now my thoughts of it in detail. Let’s do this…

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Felicity Smoak - A path of my own

Note: a theory from @bringbackianto sent me on a strong sadness rampage about Olicity eventually not happening this Season 5. At the sametime I considered the way Felicity has been treated and the way she’s isolating herself and this is the result…

The TV streaming was covering the Star City Gazette Gala, the Mayor was attending and getting the full coverage, his elegant girlfriend by his side; smiling together, their happiness coming through her screen.

In her heart Felicity was happy for Oliver. He had been through so much he deserved to be happy. She, on the other hand, hadn’t felt this void, this useless since the day her father abandon her.

The empty bunker was just a constant in her life as of late, even when it was filled with people she felt invisible. Just the hand that pressed the keys on the keyboard, a job almost anyone could do.

Out of the bunker things weren’t any better, if they were anything they were worse. She had nothing to occupy herself, and her brain, outside the Team mission, a mission she was far from being indispensable for it to be accomplished.

Oliver was talking to the reporters with the self assurance that came out of confidence, of being happy. A happiness she had lost.

She saw Dig, Lyla and Thea on the background. Her friends… the thought brought tears to her eyes, their smiles were for Oliver and Susan. While she was here alone. After all these years she had accomplished nothing, no home just a house that wasn’t even her choice, friends who were firstly Oliver’s friends and family, a mission that was firstly Oliver’s mission.

The realization dawns on her like she had just woken up to a nightmare. A nightmare she decides to end in that very moment.

Looking around she picks up her bag and the Pandora files thumbdrive and walks out of the Lair.

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The White Queen (ch4)

olicity || ao3 || mature || angst || 5879 || more fics

summary: How do you break a man that is already so very broken? You break the love of his life, of course. (prompt by @chlodeckers)
chapter word count: 1405
chapters: 4/?
a/n: well…. i decided to be nice and not make y’all wait too long, but i do have to say i intended this to be longer, but then i thought where i stopped was a good place so…

p.s - i also think there only may be one or two chapters left?

warnings: depictions of violence & torture (altho i tried not to be too graphic)


[ch1] [ch2] [ch3]

Adrian gripped onto her hair, throwing her into the nearest room. She stumbled forward, slamming into a metal table. With a cough, she gripped onto the sides of the table.

“What do you want?” she choked out.

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Always a Bridesmaid 9/?

Thank you so much for all the lovely comments and likes. I’m so glad so many people are enjoying this story. As much as I’ve enjoyed writing this story, I feel I should warn you that it is coming close to an end. I suspect based on my planning there will only be one or two more chapters.

All chapters, including this one are available on AO3.

Thanks so much to @mel-loves-all for the beautiful edit and to @almondblossomme for proofing and suggestions!


                                                   9. Better Place


“Oh my God, I have to call Sara!”


“Felicity, is this really what you are thinking about when you are relaxing in the tub with me? Clearly I must be doing something wrong!” Oliver chuckled.


“Oh Oliver, you don’t need to worry about that.” She smiled and blushed thinking about their recent activity.


“I don’t know what you are thinking Ms. Smoak, but I suspect I’d like it.”


“I’m sure you would,” she looked back and winked at him before settling back his arms as the jets swirled warm water around them.

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