1. soulmates au
I’M ALWAYS A SLUT FOR SOULMATE AUS
Laurel’s never really believed in soulmates. They were so rare and unbelievable, and honestly, honestly she just wanted to have a good life with a good love and soulmates be damned she just wanted to be happy.
But then the mark appears on her wrist, when she’s sitting in Verdant in the morning and Oliver is talking to her about Tommy and she’s not quite sure who the mark is for. Because it could be for Oliver and it could be for Tommy and her thoughts are interrupted when a quite pretty blonde girl who looks barely old enough to drink makes up some definitely fake excuse involving Oliver and a router. She’s pretty sure it’s a sex thing. But the mark gets darker at that, so maybe her soulmate’s Oliver.
It’s not such a bad thing to think that, but the mark just fades from that point on, becoming a barely visible grey beneath the skin, like a bruise, through the Undertaking and the summer afterwards. Soulmates are a load of crap she’s not equipped to handle, Laurel decides, but oh how she wishes she knew who hers were so she could have someone to lean on right now.
The second time the mark gets dark is when she’s once again in Verdant, drunk off her ass and angry at the world over her disbarment, joking with Oliver about a job she’s pretty sure is mostly about sex, when said holder of that job walks in. Felicity is poised and pretty and somehow put together and it should make Laurel more angry but really it just makes her sad.
“Hi, Laurel. How are you?”
She ignores the slight burning in her wrist as the mark grows darker. Oliver sends her home and goes to whisper closely to Felicity. She decides she doesn’t care.
For a while after that the mark will bug her at random times. But she learns to not pay it any mind, because it never makes sense. And so often it’s when she’s down in the Arrow Cave (as Felicity has begun calling it) and Laurel begins to wonder if Oliver’s only her soulmate when he’s being nice. That’s not really the kind of soulmate she wants.
But then Oliver dies, and Felicity helps her realize this is about more than Sara and the mark goes full black and she’s so so confused because if Oliver is her soulmate then why is it behaving like this?
He comes back. He doesn’t believe in her. And it feels like no one does. Even she doesn’t believe in herself - a new type of vertigo proves that pretty efficiently.
When she wakes up, it’s Felicity there who comforts her, and makes sure she’s okay. “How are you feeling?” She asks, and it’s pretty much the same question from about a year ago but it means so much more to Laurel now. When Felicity reaffirms Laurel’s own doubts, however, it feels like the world is crashing down and it’s only then that Laurel realizes how much she’s valued the one structure of support who’s never let her down.
But Felicity’s words quickly become words of encouragement, and the prick at her wrist’s pulse becomes a steady throb with her heartbeat as black ink floods her wrist and one glance down at Felicity’s still-outstretched arms reveals a similar mark there.
“Just… be yourself.” She finishes, and Laurel has never wanted to kiss her more, because suddenly the past few years all make sense, and Felicity has somehow simplified her greatest struggle into something so short and beautiful it could be poetry.
She kisses her. Felicity responds more enthusiastically than Laurel had expected.
When they break away, their foreheads still touching, Felicity whispers “Well that was better than I imagined.”
“How long did you know?”
“That night… in your office. I’d thought it was Oliver for so long but he was gone and you, you were right there.”
“Yeah. Big oaf got in the way a lot for me too.”
“So, soulmates, huh?”
Laurel answers her with another kiss.