Anonymous requested: How about an olicity soulmate au?
“I don’t think I believe in soul mates,” Felicity declares one day, when they’re done with college and there’s nothing more to do than lay out in the middle of the park with a bottle of champagne stolen from Oliver’s parents wine cellar.
“Everyone believes in soul mates,” Oliver scoffed, his voice half slurred as he rolled his head around the grassy verge, because he liked the way the action made the stars spin.
He turns to look at her, his best friend sprawled out in her graduation dress, ignoring the way that the green lace skirt of her dress was now hiked halfway up her thigh on one side.
“You’re full of shit,” he said, bursting out into laughter halfway through.