olive & lace

A 6x07 spec fic based on recent photos from the Arrow set. 

**CONTAINS POTENTIAL SEASON 6 SPOILERS**

(If you haven’t been seeing all the pics from the last few days, don’t read!)

“So was this why your relationship ended?”

Felicity gaped. “Wow, you guys just dive right in, don’t you?”

The woman offered a smile, and Felicity almost believed it was genuine. Except she was still a reporter asking questions that even Felicity didn’t like talking about. And it was her own love life.

“Well, the people of Star City were very taken with ‘Olicity,’” the reporter replied. Felicity bit the inside of her lip to stop from smiling at the name her and Oliver had been dubbed with. Olicity. She honestly had to wonder what her life was sometimes. The lady pushed her recorder closer to Felicity, like if she pressed hard enough the answers would fly out like word vomit. “We were all hoping you’d make it. And now you and the Mayor are back together and he just came out as the Green Arrow, so it stands to reason that his nighttime activities might have played a role in the demise of your relationship before.”

W-o-w.

“Well, we, uh…”

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You all know that everyone left around the same time after Oliver’s party last night, but that Oliver was the last one to go, and that Felicity walked him to the door and they lingered, both of them wanting to say something but knowing that they didn’t have to, because they’re finally, finally finding the same page again, and it’s so, so significant and amazing. They stood at the door for a long moment, neither speaking, until Felicity reached for his hand. Oliver saw her moving, his hand already coming up to meet hers, like they’re goddamn magnets or something, and their fingers touched, oh so softly, gently… and then more, slowly, their fingers sliding against each other’s, against their palms, against the insides of their wrists. You know that they both watched their hands, amazed how such an innocent touch could mean so much more. You know their fingers tangled together, that they simply enjoyed each other’s touch, finally able to enjoy such a simple, tiny thing that they had denied themselves for so, so long. And then Oliver laced their fingers together, squeezing her hand before bringing their interlaced fingers up to his lips as he looked at her again. Her eyes were glued to their hands but she felt his gaze and she met his eyes right when he kissed the back of her hand. He whispered, “Thank you,” and they both knew it wasn’t just for the party, just as much as they both knew that if he kissed her right now, she wouldn’t stop him. But he didn’t, because while that would be so amazing, realizing everything that’s always existed between them, there’s an even stronger urge to do this the Right Way, starting with another first date.

(they’re gonna have another first date and i’m emotional as hell about it)

Moth & Rust: Part I

Word Count: A very gratuitous 3,629

Warnings: Pure smut, relentless kink, a touch of muted fluff

Thank you for reading, if you do, and please never hesitate to let me know what you think. If the subject is not your taste, respectfully keep your criticism of that factor to yourself.

Lips pressed against the thin skin under your ear, the breath on your face like steam. Tommy held you by the back of your neck, holding you up as you swayed slightly in his grip. You could feel the dewy spots his lips left on your skin, his teeth now scraping against your earlobe as he murmured to you.

A moan from your chest escaped when Tommy slid his finger into your mouth, running it over your tongue and around your lips.

“Now, these ones are going to hurt, alright?” he purred, his confidence comforting, his voice dangerous. Gripping your shoulder to rub the nape of your neck, he was controlled but wanting as he watched you breathe in anticipation. “And I want you to count them. If you miss one, we start over. Alright?”

You nodded, whimpering slightly as Tommy slowly pushed you back down onto your stomach on the arm of the chair, the navy velvet smooth and plush on your bare skin.

The glittering dinner and grandiose opera you had attended tonight felt long gone. The only remaining evidence was the evening clothes strewn around you and Tommy’s bedroom, taken off in desperate haste. You eyed your torn lingerie, olive-colored lace shredded from his hands and laying on the carpet, its life over.

He bent down and pressed a kiss to your cheek and you caught his eyes, which were thawing from ice to sin as his pupils continued to dilate. The affection he had for you was being pushed out to sea by the storm within, lust promising to take over, his gentle kiss a temporary goodbye.

And then he was gone, walking to stand behind you, running the rough skin of his hand down your back until he reached your ass - his hand leaving goosebumps behind when it disappeared.

Shaky was your breath as you waited, knowing your pussy only bloomed wetly while you arched up on your toes in anticipation. Tommy hummed in appreciation and you heard him crouch down to look at you.

“You’re making quite the mess, little bird.”

He didn’t ask for a response so you stayed mute, gasping when he pressed a kiss to your clit, his hands large and squeezing on your ass. His tongue ran across your clit lightly and your chest hitched, the tortuously delicate touch making you whine and stand on the very tops of your toes.

Only when the cool rush of air onto your sensitive pussy made you groan in frustration did you realize his tongue was gone. You heard him stand and you began your tense waiting once more.

You heard it before you felt it, the unmistakable crack of his hand on your skin, a sound you ashamedly adored. The skin stung where his hand had fallen, making your ass - having already been brought to a blushing shade of rose with his previous, albeit gentler, strokes - sing in pain and sensitivity.

“One,” you said, voice cracking slightly, the strain of the night’s moans already leaving you at a rasp.

Tommy hummed in approval, pleased.

The spanks fell in sporadic succession, a tortuously secretive time between each of them, Tommy making you wait. He gripped you firmly, fingers almost painful as they held you tightly in place, your hips wriggling. You knew that by now your pale skin was clouding into magenta handprints, blood lushing to the surface after each lash of Tommy’s hand

“Twenty,” you cried, a low sound of begging tumbling from inside your chest, “Please.”

“Please what?” Tommy asked, voice low and gravelly with desire.

“Mercy,” you moaned, “Please, Tommy.”

He trailed his fingertips over your ass, back and forth, his rough skin scraping against the redness of yours, a gasp of pained pleasure leaving your lips.

Straightening from his lean against the chair you were so compromisingly bent over, he devilishly walked his fingers up your spine until he could entwine his fingers in your hair. Kissing you deeply, giving you the drink you so desperately needed, he held your head firmly when he felt you try to move.

Drunk on lust and champagne, you kissed him back. When he pulled away you gazed at him, his face no less beautiful from your sideways position. The velvet of the couch started to grow hot under your cheek, his hand large on your head as he held you there. The blue of his eyes was now nothing but an arctic ring around a sea of black, half-lidded as he blinked at you, squatted so his face was level with yours. He untangled his fingers from your hair slowly, reaching down to hold your chin in his hand.

“Put your hands behind your back.”

Habit neatly placed your wrists above your ass in the way you knew he liked, waiting to be bound, two petals above the dimples of your lower back.

A chill rippled through him, it would have been imperceptible to anyone but you, and it was gone quickly. “Good girl. But not tonight. Hold your elbows.”

You did, your arms forming a square behind your back, your hands falling just short of your elbows in a struggle to grip your forearms.

Tommy watched while you assembled yourself, his thumb running across your slightly swollen lips, their plushness holding most of his attention. Your gazes met once you settled into your place, shoulders rolled back. Tommy looked at you for a moment - a fleeting moment - loaded with the affection he felt for you, an unconscious slip into his heart, the regard he held you in when his devils weren’t pulling at their leashes.

But then the wolf returned, his mood shifting from doting to starving; his eyes roamed your body all the way from your hair to your toes, Dionysus at a feast. He smirked in appreciation as he took in your arms, your hands desperately hanging onto your soft skin in their awkward position.

He wrapped his hand around your bent arm and pressed, voice dangerous but velvet with warning, “No stockings for your wrists tonight. You are not to move them, understood?”

“Yes,” you flexed your fingers, knowing it would be far easier said than done.

“Good,” he hummed, kissing your shoulder, brushing your hair to the side in a silken tumble.

You sighed, ready to be devoured.

No longer having interest in making you wait, he reached back to dip a single finger into you, sliding in and out slowly until you begged for two.

He obliged, and you could hear him hiss between his teeth as you writhed around his fingers, moaning.

“Tsk, tsk,” Tommy clipped at you, still moving his fingers at a pace so slow you could cry in need. “Such a naughty girl, dripping down her thighs.”

You moaned at his words, his fingers snug in your tightness, pressing slowly in and moving slickly back out.

It was when he started to play with your clit that you began to fall down lust’s rabbit hole, his finger lightly flicking your nerves was all encompassing. You forgot where you were in the daze of your own gratification, beginning to pant between your whimpers of pleasure, digging into the plush chair with your hands to hold onto the earth.

You had barely noticed Tommy’s hand was gone from your pussy before it was around your throat, squeezing securely and pulling you to stand.

“Where should your hands be?” He asked innocently, his chest flush to your back as he held you to him. He held two fingers at your entrance, resting against you just enough to make sure you knew they were there, ready to continue their torture. “I won’t be happy if you make me have to tie them.”

The rasp of your breath became nearly silent, his fingers flexing slightly as you rushed to correct your posture, grabbing your arms as quickly as you could, struggling to hold onto the sweat-sheened skin.

“Mm,” Tommy hummed, holding you still and watching your face as he released the pressure on your throat slowly, sliding his fingers back inside you. “I think I’ll keep you up here where I can keep an eye on you.”

You eagerly inhaled oxygen and throatily exhaled moans, a wanton mess. Tommy held his grasp around your neck, lightly for now - but squeezing gently off and on to remind you that he could change his mind if he so pleased. He turned you around so you faced him and began to push, using the hand on your neck and the fingers in your pussy to walk you backwards until you hit the wall.

Returning to your clit, he rubbed circles that were deft with experience as he pressed against you. Lust burned beneath both his touch and his gaze, sliding his hand off your throat to hold your cheeks firmly in his hand. You knew he would take you soon, either by choice or by loss of control. You prayed he did, your own self-control growing questionable with each brush of his fingers.

The length of Tommy’s cock was hard as marble, pressing into your thigh, his pants taut over the outline of it. Your hips rolled despite his best efforts to keep you still, only able to do so much as he watched you, half-lidded and hungry.

He stopped his luxurious attention to your clit suddenly, taking one step back to remove his suspenders, shirt, pants - anything that kept him from your skin. Tommy’s eyes never left yours, pinning you there all on their own.

Then he was on you again, hands squeezing wherever they could grab as he took your breast into his mouth. Rolling your nipple around in his teeth, he sunk in until you whimpered in agonizing pleasure, his tongue following to soothe the puckered skin. He unwound your arms from each other while blowing air onto your wet nipples to make you whine in sensitivity. He was slow in undoing your locked grasp, the blood rushing back to your muscles before he crossed your wrists above your ass as he liked, pressing on them to remind you that was where they should stay.

Rubbing your shoulders deeply for a few moments, Tommy relaxed the stiffness that his command had caused. When he decided you were sufficiently limber again he pressed down, fingers easily digging into your flesh to push you to your knees where you settled before looking up at him.

“Open your mouth.” He said, his slipping control apparent in his low rasp.

You obeyed, craving. Love for him swelled in your chest and stirred in with the lust. He looked down at you with a possessive affection, holding your cheek in his palm. Leaning into it, you sighed a fawn sigh, eyelids fluttering as he slid his thumb into your mouth.

You closed your mouth around it by force of habit and he squeezed your cheeks suddenly.

“Did I tell you to close it?”

“No,” you replied, corrected, the word open and hollow as you said it without closing your lips.

“Negligent tonight, aren’t you?” he murmured, only half-present as his eyes glazed over, watching his own thumb slide around your lips, making your mouth a mess. “We’ll have to do something about that.”

Resisting the desire to look at his cock was easy, his chiseled face holding your gaze, hypnotizing.

Tommy replaced his thumb with the hard and silky head of himself, spreading a drop of his telling desire around your lips before sliding into your mouth.

A silent moan twisted itself in his chest, his mouth falling open as he watched you, pressing until he could go no further, your head against the wall and his cock against the back of your throat. In moments like this one you knew the side of him that adored you was quiet, the side that possessed you loud. Now was not his time to give, but to take.

A shameful knot of desire tightened in your pussy, your clit pulsing as he drew back out, the gulp of air you took making him smirk. You loved it - you did - knowing that no one could weaken Thomas Shelby like you could. The power was held tightly in his willful hands, but it was yours.

And Tommy was honored.

He fucked your mouth, his head leaned back with eyes closed. Each time his cock forced a sound from your throat he groaned quietly.

Your jaw ached from his size but you kept it open wide, knowing a scrape of your teeth on his sensitive skin would earn you no pleasure later.

Your clit begged you to touch it, the obstinate devil on your shoulder telling you Tommy wouldn’t see - his eyes wrenched shut to any world other than the one he was thrusting himself into over and over. With each stroke of cock into your throat, you pulsed; you could feel your wetness all over the inside of your thighs. You flexed your hands, palms itching to disobey.

As if sensing your approaching defiance, Tommy snapped his gaze back to you, looking more god than man.

“Open your legs.” He ordered, voice mostly breath.

Shifting awkwardly, you wiggled your knees apart so your bent legs made a letter v against the floor; you sat back on your ankles, the pain unfelt, feet already numb. Tommy swore, rubbing the head of his cock around your lips as he waited for you.

The throbbing between your legs became all-consuming; the open air rushing against your pussy did nothing to calm you, your clit so sensitive that any lick of air against it made you whine in need.  You knew it was the reason for his command - that and his desire to watch you drip onto the carpet for him.

Tommy leaned forward, pressing his forehead against the wall and taking a hand from your face to grip your throat. He pinned you helplessly against the wall and resumed his ravaging. He watched you take him with his brows furrowed and mouth fallen open; lust was the altar, your mouth the sacrifice.

You arched your tongue the way he liked, the point of it massaging his cock each time he slid over top of it, pressing down his length. A guttural groan left his chest, running a shiver up your spine.

Your breath began to run out as Tommy continued to take his pleasure from you, relentless in his pace and using his hand on your neck for leverage. Widening your round eyes at him, you begged silently. He smiled hotly through his panting, he knew what you needed. But he didn’t oblige for a few more raw moments, never taking his cock out far enough to allow you air before thrusting it back inside.

Only when your face began to flush red from more than just pleasure did Tommy release you, still holding you against the wall by your jaw as you gasped air in, your eyelids fluttering in gratitude.

Pressing your head to his thigh, he rubbed your hair as you recovered your senses. “Stand up, little bird.”

But he did most of the work to pull you from the ground, your legs flooding with pain as blood rushed back into their sleeping muscles. He kissed you passionately and held you close, the taut muscles of his arms holding your weight.

Touching you at last, Tommy ran a finger up and down the slit between your legs, growling sinful promises into your ear. You barely heard them, the rough callous of his finger giving you a bliss that could be rivaled by nothing on earth.

Being thrown on the bed you shared came as a shock, the fact that Tommy had been pushing you towards it had been lost in your haze. He continued to play with your clit as he climbed onto the bed like an agile predator.

He easily and deftly turned you onto your stomach and pulled your hips towards him, your hands flying forward to catch yourself.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Tommy chided lowly, “I don’t think so.”

A screeching whine of frustration left you as you returned your hands to their place on your lower back. A command was harder to remember than a knot was.

The sound of his smirk-shaped laugh was all you needed to know that Tommy’s lips had spread over his teeth in a skeletal smile of hedonism. If his rules were easy for you to follow, he wouldn’t have enjoyed them.

Tommy slid the head of his cock up and down your pussy, teasing you both. You gasped and swore, hips rolling in a helpless plea. His hand was broad on your back as he pressed your chest to the bed, arching your hips up even more, your ass in the air to be level with his cock.

“Tommy,” you moaned, “please, Tommy.”

“Please what?” He asked, mocking you gently.

“Fuck me. Please, Tommy, please.”

He growled - hearing you beg always pushed him over the edge.

The feeling of his cock filling you was familiar but still rousing, a thick pleasure you were always surprised to feel. You managed nothing but a mewling sound as your pussy stretched tightly around his length.

“Fuck,” Tommy whispered, barely able to speak as he watched your wetness glisten on him, slowly working his cock in and out of you to warm you up. You whimpered as he pushed all the way in once more and he squeezed your hips firmly, musing more to himself than you, “So tight for me always.”

Then he took you, fucking you hard as he drove his cock inside you again and again. He held your wrists in one hand, the other giving your ass fresh handprints. Pace fast and thrusts relentless, Tommy murmured disgraceful things to you while he fucked you raw. The slick sound of your now overflowing wetness reminded you just how sinfully well your dark side got along with his.

Each time you began to flirt with tumbling over the edge, walls tightening, he would slow and chide you quietly, making your need to orgasm spread all over your body in search of a way out. The feeling was one you’d never get tired of, Tommy knowing exactly how to fuck you to keep you hanging on the cliff, release on the horizon, out of your reach. Not yet, little bird.

Leaning forward to grab one of your breasts and a fistful of your hair, he pulled you up to him, pressing your back to his muscled chest, your spine arching like a cat as you laid your head back onto his shoulder. He continued to hum deviltry into your ear, pausing only to press his lips hotly to your temple, cheek, neck. Snaking both his arms around your torso Tommy squeezed you tight, holding you still while he fucked you.

Your skin was electric, your moans loud, every nerve ending simmered. No matter what he did to slow it, your orgasm grew closer and closer, the upward strokes of Tommy’s cock smooth and merciless. You knew he was close, each thrust coming faster and harder than the last, his breath heavy with effort and passion.

“Tommy,” you breathed, “I’m gonna cum.”

He slid a hand to your face, gripping you hungrily, his eyes on yours. They were black as piano keys, feral. “What do you say?”

“Please can I cum?” you begged, the size of him inside you making you senseless at this angle. “Please.”

Smoothly taking your wrists, Tommy freed you at last. Bringing your hands from behind your back to the front of your chest, he wrapped you up again, intertwining his fingers in yours and clutching you to him. Breath hot in your ear, he whispered, “Cum for me, love.”

It tore through you, contorting your face in pleasure and ripping you apart in violent waves of heat. You didn’t care who heard, Tommy’s name on your lips reaching new heights when he reached down to caress your clit, knowing exactly when to do so to make your orgasm last.

The juices he had wrung from you dripped off his cock and slicked your thighs; he pushed you forward slightly to watch as you finished cumming around him. He swore with each thrust, groans carnal as he followed you over the edge. Pulling you back to his chest, he buried his face in your neck and moaned deeply, his arms holding you in a crushing embrace as he emptied himself into you.

After a few moments of heaving chests and pounding hearts he pulled out, cum spilling, turning you around so you could wrap your legs around his waist and rest as he sat back on his heels. You touched him at last, running your fingers through the velvet of his short hair and the silk of the longer locks on top, damp with sweat. He ran his hand up and down your spine, syncing his breaths with yours, pressing soft kisses to your shoulders as you did the same to his neck.

In the morning you would be sore - you always were after nights like this one - and Tommy would smirk at the bruises on your ass as he watched you dress for work, easily tying his tie and flirting with you. He would fasten your necklace in the morning and take it off at night, you both talking of your days, dinner, the weekend. You would make love. But the wolf always came back for more lamb, and you would do well to remember that you were his. Tommy would remind you anyway.

Eventually he laid you down, shushing you gently, sliding the sheets over your bodies as you fell into sleep, Tommy’s forehead pressed to yours as he and the night cradled you in slumber.

Running into your ex, Harry (AU)

Or when neither of you can remember why you broke up anyway, and it’s just dinner right?

Sundays are your favorite day. Sundays are meant for cozy snuggles, farmers markets, coffee shops and used bookstores. This particular Sunday you woke with a smile, already looking forward to the soothing sips of a hot coffee and smells of the old worn pages of books.

Today is one of the first days in months you feel a lasting feeling of happiness. Pushing up and towards the bathroom, you can’t help the little pep in your step.

Groaning as you catch a glance of yourself in the mirror, you shimmy your baggy pajamas off your legs and head towards the shower. As the water flows over your skin, your brain begins to wake up and plan the morning to come.

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Fabulous Olicity Fanfic Friday - June 30th, 2017

Happy Friday! So this is my attempt to both thank awesome fanfic writers for their amazing work and offer my recommendations to anyone who is interested. Here are the fantastic fanfic stories I read this week! They are posted in the order I read them.

Oh and I’m wicked behind in my reading!! So if I tagged your post #can’t wait to read and you don’t see here, I will still read - I’m just REALLY behind!


Untitled by @smoaking-greenarrow - Felicity comes upon Oliver on the salmon ladder http://smoaking-greenarrow.tumblr.com/post/145616008019/oliver-you-really-need-to-get-going-if-you-want

We Have To Go by @lostolicityscenes - Funny sweet little drabble that takes place after the events of Season 5.  It’s slightly NSFW. https://lostolicityscenes.tumblr.com/post/161831149281/we-have-to-go

Tinseltown by @olicitysmoaky - Genius young lawyer Felicity Smoak and hotshot agent Oliver Queen run into each other after their summer of love seven years prior. Now that they’re all grown up and living in Tinseltown, will sparks fly? Or will they fizzle out now that the real world is involved? Total AU. - Can’t wait for more! http://archiveofourown.org/works/11202819/chapters/25020951

Thursday by @someonesaidcake - There is something about the girl next door that Oliver Queen is only now noticing… Felicity is moving to college just down the road from where Oliver is a senior. He suddenly becomes very protective of the girl next door.  Thursday night dinners might not ever be the same again. http://archiveofourown.org/works/10688658/chapters/23670255

Somethings are Meant to Be by @pimsiepim - sequel to His Girl Wednesday which you REALLY NEED in your life. Set after Oliver returns to Star City after being missing for 3 years, it is shaping up to be just as awesome as His Girl Wednesday http://archiveofourown.org/works/7693105/chapters/17526601

When I’m With You - Withdrawal Symptoms multi-chapter by @sentence-fragments - Arrow AU - After finally becoming a couple, the worst possible thing you can imagine happens to Felicity Merlyn. Her other half is gone and she has to find a way to live without him. Or does she? This is Felicity’s journey to finding herself after Oliver is gone and the decisions she has to make in her quest to find him. (part 2 of the ‘When I’m With You’-series) http://archiveofourown.org/works/3205622/chapters/6972173

Time for a Story multi-chapter by @smkkbert - This fic shows Olicity and their life as a (married) couple with family. Although Olicity (and their kids) are the protagonists, other characters of Arrow and Flash make appearances. - I really cannot tell you how much joy and happiness this story brings to my life DAILY. I’m almost caught up and will be at a loss waiting fro the next AMAZING chapter!! http://archiveofourown.org/works/3912157/chapters/8757172

It Feels Remarkable by @wherethereissmoak - Written for the Olicity Hiatus Fic-a-thon prompt “Out of Place.” The Vigilante encounters a beautiful blind girl looking very out of place in a dark alleyway one night. Little did he know that she was exactly what he needed - both for his mission and his heart. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11284887

You Had Me at Hello multi-chapter by @tdgal1 - Oliver Queen and Felicity Smoak met at a Gala and had an instant attraction but Smoak Technologies and Queen Consolidated have to work together.  Can they make that sexual chemistry work and still work together. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11075379

The Absence of Light by @felicityollies - prompt: out of place - Inspired by Charmed - Oliver was Felicity’s Whitelighter until he let darkness inside of his heart and became something else. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11034534/chapters/25260594

I Call It Love by @smoaking-greenarrow - Sequel to You Call it Madness where Cupid drugged Oliver to make him fall in love with her and it backfired. http://smoaking-greenarrow.tumblr.com/post/161837945239/i-call-it-love

Trust Me multi-chapter by @felicityollies - When a prostitute meets the perfect client, she has to remind herself that there’s no room for getting close to someone in her line of work. http://archiveofourown.org/works/8487226/chapters/22503983

Untitled by @lostolicityscenes - speculative for 6x01 https://lostolicityscenes.tumblr.com/post/162213922916/ive-got-something-an-speculative-for-6x01

A Queen multi-chapter by @missyriver - Tumblr Hiatus Prompt Week #3:TASTE Felicity woke with the metallic taste of blood in her mouth and a pounding headache. She slowly opened her eyes and immediately slammed them shut again, the bright light piercing her skull and inflaming the little troll digging into her brain. Her mouth was dry and her lips parched, she ran her tongue over her lip to wet them and hissed. Keeping her eyes closed she used her tongue to probe her lower lip. It was swollen on the left side, she could feel a small cut still oozing blood. A little scared to open her eyes, she wiggled her toes and her fingers. She took stock of her aches, it was mostly her head, face, and hip. She wasn’t restrained and she couldn’t hear the normal sounds of a medical staff. That ruled out the hospital. So where was she? http://archiveofourown.org/works/11203470/chapters/25022946

A Queen: A Distraction multi-chapter by @missyriver - Week Four: At Odds - http://archiveofourown.org/works/11203470/chapters/25198539

Wanna Be Yours multi-chapter by @dust2dust34 -  College AU. Felicity’s car breaks down in a major rainstorm, sending her walking to the closest house she can find. It just so happens to belong to Oliver Queen, and he’s having a 'Skivvies Only’ party. Original Prompt - Anonymous: “You can stay but your clothes must go.” Olicity College AU :) http://archiveofourown.org/works/5105783/chapters/11745533          

Blue Eyed Angel: Out of Place multi-chapter by @tdgal1 - Oliver is upset when he finds out Felicity has plans that don’t include him.  His next decision may not work out in his favor or does it? http://archiveofourown.org/works/11069859/chapters/25268676

To Make You Feel My Love multi-chapter by @smkkbert - One year after the Gambit went down, the incredible happens: Oliver is found alive and brought back to Starling City. All he wants is getting back to Felicity and Madeleine. Though Felicity welcomes him back with her arms wide open, Oliver struggles to find his place in the family. It seems like his place – at least in Mae’s heart – is already taken. And it doesn’t help that it’s his best friend Tommy who seems to have taken it. A MUST READ. http://archiveofourown.org/works/10904208/chapters/24242493

Bonds That Can’t Be Broken multi-chapter by @wherethereissmoak - Felicity goes off her meds to enjoy one heat with a random stranger after her graduation before settling down to focus on her career. On the drunken night out in Vegas, she finds an Alpha and they have what she hopes is a one night stand. But the next morning, she wakes up with a bondmate bite and realizes she cannot remember many details of the night before. Oliver Queen knows that he bonded with a beautiful woman, but he has no idea who she was. The two try (and often fail) to move on with their life without hope of ever finding their mate, but does fate have other plans for them? And when they reunite, can they overcome all the forces of evil in their path to finally be together? http://archiveofourown.org/works/11067591/chapters/24680781

The Bowen Effect by @onceuponanolicity -  In this installment, set in early Season 4, Felicity is at a Fundraiser for Palmer Tech wearing a very appealing green lace gown. Oliver is just as green as her dress when he spots her in the arms of Carter Bowen. http://archiveofourown.org/works/10330973

From This Day On by @smoakmonster - Felicity comforts Oliver after he is shot and near death - http://smoakmonster.tumblr.com/post/152477370131/from-this-day-on

The Challenge by @green-arrows-of-karamel -  Part of the Enraptured Submission series - In the aftermath of a wild night with a mesmerizing woman, Oliver and Tommy have a challenge on their hands. http://archiveofourown.org/works/6300010

Hot Pursuit multi-chapter by @green-arrows-of-karamel - Part of the Enraptured Submission series - In a second fortuitous encounter, Oliver has only one night to convince Felicity to accept a deal that could change their lives forever. http://archiveofourown.org/works/6687232/chapters/15294766

Keep it Professional multi-chapter by @mogirl97 - Oliver is assigned to be Felicity’s bodyguard http://archiveofourown.org/works/9243455/chapters/20960405

The White Queen multi-chapter by @felicityollies - How do you break a man that is already so very broken? You break the love of his life, of course. http://archiveofourown.org/works/10342245

Taste! by @onceuponanolicity -  When Sara Lance and Oliver Queen open their restaurant after returning from Lian Yu after three years away, they find that opening day can be a lot harder when their staff gets hurt or leaves. Sara goes to her friend Felicity for help in filling in. Felicity hasn’t really approved of the way Oliver Queen lives his life but it’s separate from hers so she doesn’t put much thought into it until she has to meet him. Oliver thinks Felicity isn’t suited to work in his restaurant until she proves him wrong. Together they become an incredible team. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11209050

Home multi-chapter by @adiwriting - Oliver and Felicity have been best friends since 1st grade. So when Oliver is found by some fishermen after he being lost at sea for 5 years, she’s ecstatic. The only problem is, the Oliver she lost, may not be the Oliver they found. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11259471/chapters/25174200

A Day in the Life multi-chapter by @tdgal1 - Felicity Smoak is an MIT graduate and assistant to Oliver Queen.   Suddenly she is his pretend girlfriend and in the spotlight.  Oliver Queen needs a girlfriend to get rid of an obsessive former lover and to please his parents. Fluffy, funny, happiness! http://archiveofourown.org/works/9229205/chapters/20931281

Untitled by @oneofakindxx - Felicity asks if Oliver loves Sara http://oneofakindxx.tumblr.com/post/162330130911/i-saw-you-with-sara-okay-i-saw-the-way

Pieces of Always multi-chapter by @so-caffeinated and @dust2dust34 - Life continues after Forever is Composed of Nows. Ongoing non-linear collection of family moments for the Queens. http://archiveofourown.org/works/8220479/chapters/18840356

Return to Me multi-chapter by @diggo26 - What would you do if you woke up tomorrow with the last 5 years of your memories gone? After an unfortunate accident, Oliver Queen must figure out his place in a life he has no memory of whilst his wife, Felicity, does everything she can to support him. With emotions, secrets and relationships pushed to the limits; will love and friendship be enough to turn back the hands of time? http://archiveofourown.org/works/10536999/chapters/23265480

Rose-Red City As Old As Time by @almondblossomme - Entry for the promp: Out of Place for the the Olicity Hiatus Fic-a-thon. Set after 5x23. - EXQUISITE!   https://almondblossomme.tumblr.com/post/162336695790/rose-red-city-as-old-as-time

Girl of My Dreams multi-chapter by @tdgal1 and @c0bra5nak3 - Oliver Queen, CEO of Queen Consolidated, meets IT specialist Felicity Smoak.   Playboy turns boyfriend as he dates and falls in love with this amazing woman.  But everything is not perfect and the couple will find that they must face some obstacles together. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11066208/chapters/24677133

The Bargain by @quiveringbunny - Felicity makes a deal with Oliver. It’s fairly naughty. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11306085

I Wrote Your Name in My Heart multi-chapter by @alanna-the-lionheart - Oliver is kidnapped and returns a different man. Heartbreaking and beautiful! http://archiveofourown.org/works/7642798/chapters/21136286

Kiss Me: Touch multi-chapter by @laurabelle2930 - An angel/demon trope, smut heavy so yes it has explicit content. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11166183/chapters/25328154

Breaking Up Is Hard To Do by @quart1146 - What was going through Felicity’s mind as she gave back the ring. https://quart1146.tumblr.com/post/149584452619/breaking-up-is-hard-to-do

As Easy As Falling multi-chapter by @charlinert - Felicity has just received tragic news when she meets Oliver, I believe there is hope, highly recommend but you will cry but not every chapter! http://archiveofourown.org/works/8035363/chapters/22542341

Bound to You multi-chapter by @bindy417 - Felicity is an ARGUS agent and Oliver with the Bratva but they met long before that! This story gives the past and the present. SO AWESOME. http://archiveofourown.org/works/6602668/chapters/15105862

Tastes Like Pure Joy multi-chapter by @wherethereissmoak - Felicity almost has her school paid off - and her last night as a live-donor at a vampire restaurant will settle her debt. But her encounter with client Oliver Queen was anything but the quick and easy feed either of them was expecting. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11163723

The Mirror in the Attic multi-chapter by @sophie1973 - When Felicity Smoak inherits a house from the late Oliver Queen, she struggles to understand why the old man would leave her his home. They are at least two generations apart, and as far as she knows, they have never met. Until she walks into the house and experiences the weirdest feeling of déjà vu, and discovers Oliver and her actually know each other very well. Just in another lifetime. - This a MUST READ!!! http://archiveofourown.org/works/11331471/chapters/25363236

To Savor While You Taste by @arrowfan437 - Felicity returns from serving in the Army for 2 years with an honorable discharge. And she’s going to surprise her brooding husband who misses her like crazy. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11211057

(Untitled) Masterpiece multi-chapter by @overwatch-smoak - He ignited a passion inside of her that she didn’t think she had. And when he proposed it was romantical and fantastical and so utterly beautiful. His creative soul called to her in the strangest ways. His career was really getting off the ground, and once he had the actual model of his angel, they were happy. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11069151/chapters/24684894

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Adam breaks the silence as Oliver laces up his boots. “What time will you be back?”

Oliver grabs a satchel and slings it over, pushing past Adam gently to leave the room. He hates to think it, but one of the best parts of leaving the palace are being able to avoid both Adam and Will. Mostly Adam. He asks too many questions. “I don’t know. Late?”

Adam sighs again. “Alright. Whatever. Be careful?”

Oliver touches Adam on the shoulder. “Of course, honey. Kiss for good luck?”

Adam slaps him back, but the mood has lightened and he laughs. “Shut up. Get out of here.”

hey baby, i think i wanna marry you

olicity || mature || humor || 842 || more fics

summary: prompt: impaired judgement - After a night of drinking and laced brownies, Oliver and Felicity find themselves fooling around. What they didn’t expect was for one of them to propose marriage.  //other hiatus fics
a/n: this is very loosely inspired by @muslimsmoak‘s life experiences. 

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“You’re sure that these don’t have nuts in them?” she asked for the third time.

“I swear. I made those special for you.”

“Because I had a very bad-”

“A very bad experience, I know. I think you’ve already had too much too drink.”

She gasped dramatically, “I had one wine cooler.”

He smirked, “And you’re already acting like a dork.”

“I’m always a dork,” she mumbled, eyeballing the brownie again.

The frat boy beside her poured himself a generous amount of vodka into a red solo cup. The two of them looked like they shouldn’t even be friends. And truthfully they probably shouldn’t. She was one of the strange goth girls on campus, genius level intelligence, and was mostly aloof. He on the other hand was the rich kid that got into the school on his parents money, he didn’t care about his grades or anything else for that matter. Yet, somehow they clicked.

There was a party going on downstairs in the Frat House, but neither of them wanted to keep being sociable.

She finally brought the brownie to her lips and took a bite, “Mmm,” she moaned.

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Time for a story - A little more love

Originally posted by lyricalarrow

After a short glance out of the window Felicity turned around to the kids and told them, “I think daddy’s back home.”

Immediately Emmy and Tommy got up from their chairs and ran towards the door to welcome their father back home. Felicity dropped the towel to the kitchen counter and lifted Millie from her high chair. The little girl immediately grabbed a curl of her mother’s hair and started sucking at the strand of hair while Felicity was carrying her daughter out of the kitchen to follow Emmy and Tommy.

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Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon - Week 12: Impaired Judgment.

This prompt got some wonderful responses from all you authors out there. Some funny, some heart-wrenching, some purely fluffy. And all of them absolutely fantastic.


The fics for this week’s prompt are:

(In no particular order)

Left to Fate - Chapter 5: A New Perspective by @missyriver - Rating Explicit - John Diggle was the head of the Queen family private security for almost three years. And he feels like he is meeting Oliver Queen for the first time.

Long Distance (Soul) Relationships Sometimes Work by @wherethereissmoak - Rating: Teen and Up - Felicity Smoak has a Level 5 bond with her soulmate - and she can feel his intense emotions and physical reactions all her life.

Summer Vacation - Chapter 12: Family First by @dmichellewrites - Rating: Explicit - John Diggle has been having a rough go of it since he came back from tour.

I Will Always Trust You - Chapter 9: hey baby, I think I wanna marry you by @felicityollies - Rating: Explicit - After a night of drinking and laced brownies, Oliver and Felicity find themselves fooling around. What they didn’t expect was for one of them to propose marriage.

Blue Eyed Angel - Chapter 11: Impaired Judgement by @tdgal1 - Rating: Mature - Felicity is in the hospital under pain medication and Oliver sees her impaired judgment.

Impaired Judgement Leads to Real Consequences by @hope-for-olicity - Rating: General Audiences - We find out why Mary didn’t want to see her Mommy. Part 5 of the Mary’s Teacher series.

Impaired Judgment by @cruzrogue - Rating: Teen and Up - John Diggle is out of it by an aphrodisiac truth drug and its awkward field mission. He tells Felicity how he appreciated her and then it leads to how he thinks she is very beautiful and sexy and how he tried to control himself in the beginning before Oliver got a clue and they were just friends. When Oliver shows up Diggle needs his help too.John has no clue what was said. Oliver and Felicity promise to never tell him.

One Last Time - Chapter 11: Impaired judgement by @wetsuiton - Rating: Teen and Up - Felicity’s mouth runs away with her when she’s not using the best judgment.

Sunday Fun Day by @jemmaacarters - Rating: General Audiences - The Queen family spends their Sunday afternoon wtih Nerf guns.

Sobering Confessions by @thatmasquedgirl - Rating: General Audiences - Oliver comes in to an interesting mix of events. More Smoke and Mirrors, this time with drinking and hair dye.

The One Where Drunk Felicity Checks an Item Off Her Bucket List by @wrldtravler - Rating: Not Rated - With the help of a little liquid courage, Felicity finally attempts to check off the most unthinkable item on her bucket list with a little help from the Hood.

Crossing the line by @gypsyfire1066 - Rating: General Audiences - Felicity is injected with a new drug running rampant in Star City.

I Regret Nothing by @smewhereelse - Rating: Teen and Up - Season 2 Missing Scene/AU. Drunk!Oliver is sassy. Sober!Felicity is over it.

Habitual - Chapter 2 by @dreamsofolicity - Rating: Not Rated - Felicity meets the vigilante again.

shelter me in the dark (you protect my heart) by @bokayjunkie - Rating: Not Rated - Felicity can tell something’s wrong when she sees him. It’s not like it’s an unusual occurrence to see him inebriated, especially at a party thrown by Tommy Merlyn. But something about this seems wrong.

Wait, Did I Already Do That? by @laureningall - Rating: General Audiences - Thea is a woman on a mission. She wants to take Felicity out for a ‘belated bachelorette party’. Needless to say, a busy day leads to impaired judgment and some unintended consequences for Felicity during her night out on the town with the girls.

You Had Me at Hello - Chapter 11: Impaired Judgment by @tdgal1 - Rating Explicit - Felicity has second thoughts as Oliver uses their connection to keep her.


I try to get all of your fantastic stories every week, but inadvertently I may miss one or two. Please let me know if you don’t see your fic on here and I’ll correct the oversight ASAP. Also, check the @olicityhiatusficathon page to make sure I’ve reblogged your submission for the week, every week, to make sure it’s not missing from there before I make my summary post. That’s the main source I work from when I make this list, and then try to supplement from AO3.

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Coliver 4.03 Coda.


I can think of a better way to spend your tuition money.

Connor stared at the text. He was walking home on wobbly feet, day-drinking into the late evening probably wasn’t the greatest plan, but fuck if he didn’t feel good about it.

Gonna make me buy you an engagement ring?

Connor drunkenly sniggered at his own joke before hitting send, loosely swinging his phone back and forth in his hand as he reached his building. He had just stepped inside the elevator, slouching heavily against the wall, when his phone buzzed again.

Not quite…

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