desc: Newt is unable to grasp why you would ever find fascination in observing him, which is followed by a heartfelt moment, and admittance of love. 

Kisses and lots of FLUFF! <3 (gif not mine, creds to owner)

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Newt Scamander was an absolute work of art, and simply studying his features helped you relax, so you did. He sat at the polished oak table, his right leg shaking as he focused, his honey colored locks sprawled across his forehead. When he focused, these little crinkles appeared from the furrow of his eyebrows, and he would chew his lower lip whilst deep in thought. A golden beam of sunlight twinkled across his button nose, rosy cheeks, and brilliant blue-green eyes. He reached for his steaming mug of tea, letting the curls of steam crawl over his face before taking a careful sip. Then his lips twitched ever so noticeably, and you could make out the little dimples of his curious smile.

“Why are you staring at me?” he asked, his head still bent into his leather notebook, his white feather quill tight in his hand.

You sat across the table from him, head in palm as you examined him, “because you’re very nice to stare at, Newt.”

This split his lips into a wide grin, and he gently set his quill down before giving his full attention to you. “I can’t focus when you’re devouring me with those eyes.”

You shrugged, giving a small grin, “you’re always staring at me, too.”

Newt’s glimmering eyes crinkled, “well, that’s different.”

“Oh yeah?” you teased, “how so?”

“Well, you see, with you - okay, but - you’re very, well-” New continuously tripped over his words as he fumbled to piece together his thoughts. 

“Go on,” you encouraged, stretching your hand across the table.

Newt brought his eyes down, his hand coming up gently to rest in yours, his fingers intertwining with the most cautious ease. He strung his fingers between yours, his eyes looking over your hands for a good while.

“Newt, you’re doing it again,” you giggled, when he’d gotten distracted and removed his hand to draw patterns all over your palms.

“What? Oh, oh, yes, right,” he sighed, putting his hand back in yours. He looked back up, his cheeks flushing a soft pink. “Erm, well, you are the most fascinatingly charming girl I h-have ever had the pleasure of coming upon,” he began, his cheeks reddening at once. “So y-you see, when I study my creatures, I am always discovering more of their hidden wonders, as I am with you. Sometimes the sunlight will cross different crevices of your face, sometimes your eyes are darker than usual, sometimes a strand of hair falls loose, a-and sometimes you’re smile is so wonderfully mesmerizing that I must always…watch. I can’t miss a moment, you see, I have to study you until I know all you’re little quirks like the back of my hand.” Newts eyes had drifted onto a patch of table around halfway through, unable to hold your gaze.

You squeezed his hand really lightly to get his focus, “Newt.” 

He released your hand and brought his own back down into his lap, shifting in his chair and looking very flustered when he looked back up at you.

“Newt, you’re too good to me,” you whispered, feeling ridiculous for wanting to cry. 

“I’m just so lucky to have you, please know this,” he mumbled hurriedly.

You shook your head with a faint laugh, “what makes you think I have no reason to admire you?”

His jaw clenched a little, and you saw his face droop, “my love, there is nothing special to see.”

That physically pained you to hear.

“Newt!” you gasped, “Please, never say that again.”

He grew instantly worried, “Oh-I’m so sorry, please forgive me, I-”

“Shh,” you cut him off and stood up, heading around the table and taking a seat right beside him, turning your chair toward Newt. He half-heartedly turned to face you as well.

“Newt,” you smiled sadly, raising your palm up to graze his cheek. He twitched nervously under your touch, but you reassured him and rested your hand against his freckle dotted skin.

“Newt, you are the kindest and most amazing person ever, and I hate to see you doubting yourself like this. You are so special Newt, and I wish you could see yourself the way I do; as a sweet, loving, and most definitely heart stoppingly beautiful human being. Yes there are kind folks out there, yes there are gorgeous folks out there, but never have I found someone who is both as gorgeous and compassionate to the extent that you are, which is why I am so deeply in lo-”

You stopped short, realizing you had spoken too much and instantly freezing over. You had never exchanged the three magic words with Newt before, and suddenly it seemed nothing but terrifying.

Newts mouth opened, his skin warming beneath your fingertips, “What?”

“N-nothing,” you mumbled, dropping your hand nervously.

Newt grabbed your hand gently before it could fall, and took it in his own, bringing it right up to his chest. You could feel his steady heartbeat rapidly quickening beneath the fabric of his soft clothes.

“Do you feel that?” he gulped.

You nodded shyly, “Yeah?”

“That, (Y/N), is what one who is madly in love feels,” he smiled nervously. “This here, i-is physical proof of how I feel when I’m with you, and how it feels to be head over heels for y-you, my darling.”

You felt your own heartbeat falter before quickening, and Newt asked, “Do you love me too?”

He had said it so quietly that you almost missed it. His lips quivered, his slender fingers trembling as his face sunk into a state of absolute sadness and worry. You couldn’t even speak at the sight, so instead you brought his hand up to your own chest, and lay it against your heart. Newt stretched his fingers slowly across your front, his palm taking in the rapid and intense thrum of your heartbeat.

“You tell me,” you breathed quietly.

He brought his eyes from your heart to your painfully nervous gaze. Once again, his lips twitched and broke into that familiar smile. The sun sent flares across his warm features and illuminated his overjoyed expression.

“I would very much like to kiss you right now, if you would allow me,” he proposed shyly.

You couldn’t help but laugh, your smile stretching wide as you gave him a nod.

Newt pulled a stray hair of yours affectionately behind your ear before tracing down to your jawline and resting his hand beneath your chin. He gave you one last look before tilting his head in with a flutter of his eyelids. Your eyes closed at the moment where your lips made contact. It was only for the briefest of moments, but was plenty enough for you to feel intoxicated by the taste you were given. He was soft and gentle with you, as if you were a fragile piece, and his lips were full, warm, and tasted of delightful sugar sweet joy. You could feel his hand quivering beneath your chin, but you pushed your lips in a little deeper to show you were at ease with him. You felt a rolling crystal droplet trickle down from his eyes and down onto your lips, but the taste of salt in the kiss was one that you knew was from tears of joy. Newt’s timid lips twitched upwards against yours, and he pulled back a second later, forgetting to breathe for a moment. He gulped down the lump in his throat and took a deep breath in whilst opening his bluish green eyes again.

“T-that was-” he stuttered.

“Wonderful,” you smiled and bent forward, dropping a light peck against Newt’s nose. You brought your own head down to Newt’s chest, and burrowed into the crevice of his neck, where you breathed in the scent of flowers and, possibly, niffler. He brought his hand up to hold your head, his free arm coming around your waist and giving you a squeeze. You smiled against his skin and let your eyes come to a close.

Newt sat quietly, formulating sentences but only coming up with one, “I’m just… so lucky to have you,” he whispered again.


Loki gets complete amnesia, and the Avengers have to begrudgingly take him in. But to everyone’s surprise, he’s kind, sweet, soft-spoken, and basically just an absolute delight to be around.

He absolutely ADORES Thor now, he looks up to and admires him so much it’s adorable. Tony records ever second of it for blackmail at a later date.

ilvermorny / remus lupin

Anonymous said: Can I have a one shot where you’re from Ilivermorny or whatever and you transfer to Hogwarts and James (or Remus) is asked to escort you to your classes and such until you get used to it oml Im in love with this idea😍😍😍   

the gif tho. fUCK

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Originally posted by pleasingpics

Dumbledore’s office was quite intriguing. Tall shelves of books stretched to the ceiling and the quirky gadgets that scattered the room sparked your interest. Your fingers ran along the columns as you ascended the few stairs that led up to his desk, admiring and soaking in each detail. As you drew near the polished desk, your eyes met those behind a set of half-moon spectacles belonging to a long bearded man. His eyes were gentle and amused and you suddenly felt embarrassed for gawking at everything.

“Your office is sweet,” You exclaimed excitedly and your fingers itched to run along the spines of the hundreds of books.

The headmaster chortled gleefully and appeared puzzled. “I hadn’t a clue an office could be sweet, but I’m delighted you think so!”

You giggled and shook your head, forgetting you weren’t in America any longer. “No, sir. In America, people use the word sweet to describe something that’s cool or really nice.”

He ‘ah’ed’ and nodded in understanding, his eyes squinting as he smiled. “Y/F/N, the transfer student from Ilvermorny. We’ve been expecting you for awhile,” He informed and held a yellow candy out towards her. “Lemon drop?”

Brows furrowed, you accepted the candy and smiled at the peculiar man. You slid the lemon drop into your mouth and shifted awkwardly, waiting for him to continue and unsure of what to say. 

“Since you’ve no idea of your way around, I have spoken to a student whom is willing to escort you to your classes. He should be here any moment.”

“What’s this student’s name, Professor?”

Dumbledore carefully chose another lemon drop before replying. “His name is Remus Lupin. He’s in the Gryffindor house, as are you, and he’s a very bright wizard.”

Just as he finished and you had pursed your lips, mulling the newfound information in your mind, footsteps sounded from behind you and you spun around curiously. You had to refrain from giggling as the boy you assumed was Remus Lupin stumbled ungracefully up the few steps. When his eyes quickly flickered to you, his head ducked but you still caught sight of the pink tint to his cheeks. He tousled his messy hair further as his long, slender fingers raked through it and a giggle finally escaped when he kept beating his eyes toward you, but never for longer than a few seconds. 

“Ah, Remus!” Dumbledore exclaimed and rose from his seat. “You finally arrived.”

Remus rubbed the back of his neck and nodded sheepishly. “Sorry about that, Professor.” He smiled nervously.

“Not to worry, Mr. Lupin. This is Y/F/N, a transfer student from Ilvermorny.” He gestured to you and the attention in the room turned towards you.

You smiled politely at him. “Hi,” You blurted and sent a small wave his way.

He tried not to gape at your enthralling smile and after blinking a few times to make sure you weren’t a figment of his imagination, he smiled weakly. “Hi,” He replied, but it was less bubbly and sounded like he’d ran a marathon beforehand.

The headmaster clasped his hands together and a creamed colored piece of parchment glided from within his desk when he flicked his finger wordlessly. It flew into your grasp smoothly and your eyes scoured over the words while Dumbledore explained, “This is your schedule. I have put you in the same courses as Mr. Lupin to make him escorting you much easier on both of you. Seeing as how it’s Saturday, Remus, you may show her around the school today if you please. Now, you two can be off!”

After the meeting in Dumbledore’s office, your tour of the school commenced. Your mouth remained parted as you walked the corridors alongside Remus, your eyes taking in as much of the surroundings as possible. He had led you to the grand staircase and you heard him chuckling as your head tilted back to admire the portraits lining the walls. The marbling of the stairs as well as the architecture of the arched doorways was simply breathtaking and you found it hard to take in all of the subtle details. 

A palm landed on the small of your back, urging you toward the staircase. He couldn’t stop his eyes from training onto your awestruck face and smiling in amusement. You looked as if you’d never experienced magic in your life as you studied the moving portraits when you passed them on the ascend up the marble stairs. 

Deep within your own thoughts, an abrupt squeak elicited from you when the staircase began to move, gliding through the air to connect in a complete opposite direction. Your body swayed dangerously and Remus instinctively caught your waist to steady you from falling backwards. Your hands gripped onto his biceps and your stomach lurched when his muscles flexed underneath your palms.

“I think you failed to mention that the stairs move,” You joked breathlessly and you weren’t sure if the pounding of your heart was caused by the moving stairs or him touching you. 

Remus licked his bottom lip and bit it, his eyes darting from you for a split second before returning. He smiled sheepishly. “The stairs move.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t bite back a smile. “Thanks for the heads-up.” You laughed and dropped your hands from his arms, placing your firm grip upon the railing instead. “Anything else I should know before I go any further? You know, so I can avoid plummeting to my death.”

“Right. Some of the stairs disappear or will make you leg sink through,” He informed as he continued on guiding you upstairs before pointing at a particular step that you both were approaching. “Like that one, for example. You’ll learn which ones to jump. Eventually.”

“Eventually?” You cried and widened your y/e/c eyes. “Is this school trying to kill it’s students?”

He chortled and hopped over the step with ease. “Hogwarts is one of a kind, love.”

His hand extended for yours which you gratefully accepted. You stretched your leg over the pesky stair and hopped onto the same one Remus stood on. Your landing wasn’t as smooth as his and you stumbled into him a bit. His hand that wasn’t curled around yours went to your waist for the second time and you flushed pink, giggling off the clumsy act. He smiled down at you gently and you swallowed nervously, his close proximity heightening your nerves. 

“Erm, we should probably head to the common room,” He said lowly and your belly fluttered. “It’s getting late.”

Pulling away from him, you tucked a hair behind your ear and nodded. “Lead the way, Lupin.”

The Gryffindor common room didn’t disappoint. 

A fire burned brightly in the fireplace, crackling and popping soothingly. Red couches and armchairs scattered around the room, but the small window seat caught your utmost attention. It had it’s own little nook, little plush pillows perched on top of the seat with a throw blanket folded neatly along it. You could vividly picture yourself practically living there with a book or homework assignments or perhaps charcoal pencils to sketch the view. It was cozy and warm to welcome you as soon as you entered into it. 

“The girls dormitory is that way and the boys is over there.” Remus pointing in the correct direction of the dorms and you watched in amusement as his face flushed. “Not that you needed to know where the boy’s dormitory is unless–”

You nudged him and he closed his mouth immediately. “Maybe I’ll visit you in your dorm sometime,” You teased and winked suggestively, thoroughly enjoying him so flustered.

“R-Right! I-I mean-”

“I’m kidding, Remus.”

“I knew that.”

Smiling up at the messy haired and brown eyed boy, you pushed yourself onto your toes and pressed your lips to his reddened skin. “Goodnight, Remus,” You hummed and just as quickly as it had happened, you had slipped out of sight towards the girl’s dormitory. 

Remus grinned goofily in the direction you had left in. 

He could still feel your lips on his face even as he laid awake in bed that night. 

Imagine seeing Leonard in a kissing booth

Came from this post by @spones-in-my-bones and I went from there. 

You heard the rumors, hardly could believe them. But as you walked into the huge mess hall that was decorated like a carnival, like ones you had seen in in those old movies, your face beamed in delight. Wanting to see if what you heard was true, you started working the room, stopping at each booth; playing a few games and sampling a oddly shaped sweet delight called cotton candy.

And then you got to the last booth and saw a huge sign that said Kissing Booth, with a long line of woman waiting in front of it. Waving hello to a few crewmembers in line, you noticed the looks of anticipation on their faces and you followed their gaze to the front of the booth.

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The Chronicles of Narnia + Scent

P.P. → Dry firewood, open grass field, metal sword and armor

S.P. → Hint of cinnamon, tempting roses, cool deep forest

E.P. → Earthy dry leaves, sweet Turkish Delight icing, mossy wood

L.P. → Juicy wild berries, blends of flowers, fresh cut grass

C.X → Wooden barrels, dusty old books, salty crashing waves

Her Happy Beginning

A little Lieutenant Duckling fic, vaguely inspired by this post (it sparked the original idea at least) for the lovely @the-reason-to-sail-home. Thanks to @mahstatins and @ofshipsandswans for reading this for me!

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Some people wait a whole lifetime for their happy ending. Others find theirs sooner and yet find themselves bored and wondering, is this it? Princess Emma of Misthaven is luckier than most. She finds her happy ending at just six years old.

She just doesn’t know it yet.

“Who dares trespass on the fearsome Captain Hook’s ship?”

Emma freezes at the rough words despite the evidence of all her senses clearly showing that she is far from harm. In a forest, in fact, not more than a few miles from her family’s summer home and miles away from the sea.

But, in all her six years she’s never known anyone to take such a tone with her. People usually don’t when they talk to a Crown Princess. She should know that this is but a game of make believe, but she’s a lonely child and not used to playing games. And so, these words are enough to strike fear into her heart.

“Oi! Are you deaf or are you defying the Captain, lass?”

The voice comes from much closer now and she jumps, unsure of what to do or say. Instinctively she raises her hands in surrender and turns to face the pirate.

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Extended Imagine - Sweet Cakes

It was a beautiful spring day - everywhere you looked, flowers were blooming, birds were chirping, and the sun was shining. Standing outside, you could feel the gentle warmth from the rays on your skin. There wasn’t a single cloud in the sky, and you couldn’t think of a single way this day could get any better.

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Sugar Rush - Jeff Atkins x Reader

Although you hated admitting it to yourself, the only reason you even went to Blue Spot Liquors, was because stupidly cute, baseball-playing, popular-as-heck Jeff Atkins worked there part time. He was cool, not just in that ‘he’s so cool’ way, but in a mature and collected way, and you- well you were not. You tried to stop by every Wednesday, you’d seen him there before on a Wednesday, to buy some kind of sweet delight. However, seeing him was a rare occurrence. All this made you feel a bit like a stalker, but there was no malice in what you were doing, you simply wanted to see his face every once in a while. Sure, you saw him at school a bit since he was in your English class, but it was brief, and you barely spoke aside from the 'Did you get the homework?’ Or 'Bye.’. Besides, you’d kind of accepted a long time ago that there were the Jeff Atkins’, and then there were the Y/N L/N’s.

Today was a Tuesday. You’d had a particularly crappy start to the week and waiting until Wednesday for a sweet delight just wasn’t gonna cut it. Ignoring the fact that you had heaps of work you were meant to be catching up on- you’d been paired with Marcus Cooley in an English assignment. Now, Marcus was an alright guy, if he was an extra in your life, but for this there was no escaping Marcus’ main role for the next couple of weeks. So in short, you needed chocolate. As you opened the door to Blue Spot Liquors you headed straight to the confectionary, ignoring all else around you. Eyeing up the rows of sugary goodness, you eventually decided on a large bar of Caramel filled chocolate- you’d decided you needed to really treat yourself today. As you neared the counter, you froze for a second.
There, in front of you, scanning some diapers, was Jeff Fricking Atkins.

On a Tuesday.

He was wearing a form-fitting green Henley, and you were shook. Never in your life did you expect to find a man scanning a pack of diapers so damn attractive. But here you were. You sighed to yourself out loud thinking; why am I like this?

“You wanna buy that? Or are you planning on daydreaming some more?” A low chuckle broke you out of your thoughts.

“Oh- uh- yes- yes I do, here.” You stumbled over your words, taken aback, whilst handing him the giant chocolate bar. This was a bad idea. You thought.

“So, L/N, what’s the occasion? You trying to sneak food into the Crestmont?” He smirked at you warmly as he scanned the bar.

“Well, not exactly.” You avoided eye contact.
He nodded knowingly.

“I see.” He handed the chocolate back to you. “That’s $3, please.”

You fumbled around with the money in your hand, passing it over to him and ever so slightly brushing his palm. It felt like he brushed back, but maybe that was just your imagination. You smiled as you picked up the chocolate bar, your mind telling you to say something dammit, but your mouth not complying. You turned on your heel and started out of the shop.

“Wait, L/N!” Jeff’s voice sent a tingle up your spine. It was silly really, but this boy was something special.

“Uhh, yes?” You turned back to face him. He was leaning over the counter.

“Have you done the homework due tomorrow?” He asked sheepishly. You internally rolled your eyes. Of course.

“Nah, sorry.” You shrugged.

“-because I have, and wondered if maybe you needed a hand with yours?” He continued.

“I’m good, thanks.” You felt pathetic. Not only did Jeff have nothing to talk to you about, he thought you were stupid, too.

“Maybe tonight?”

“No Jeff I-”

“At the Crestmont?” There was slight desperation in his eyes.

“The Crestmont? You want to help me with homework at the cinema?” What an idiot, you thought. How could he be thinking you were dumb when he comes out with this crap. He wants to help you with homework at the Crestmont. Pffft.

He wants to help you with homework at the Crestmont. He wants to go to the Crestmont with you. The revelation was far superior to the sugar rush you’d been craving.

“Yes. I think we should go to the cinema tonight.” He pressed. You tried to hold back the smile on your face, you tried not to get your hopes up.

“Like… a date.” He finished. That was it. The smile broke free and you giggled slightly.

“Is Jeff Atkins really asking me on a date?” You teased.

“Yes, Y/N.” he bit his lip, leaning over the counter slightly further. “Soo… is 7 good for you? There’s this new film about-”

“Yes.” You cut in. You didn’t care what the film was about- you were going with Jeff.

He smirked.

“I’ll see you at 7 then L/N.” He began scribbling on a scrap of paper and slid it across the desk. You moved to pick it up.

“Text me the address.” He let your fingers brush slightly as he handed you it, making you realise maybe you weren’t imagining it earlier. You started out the door again as you shouted behind your back;

“Maybe Jeff. Maybe.”

Fabulous Olicity Fanfic Friday February 24th, 2017

Originally posted by dianimations

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! I will include an AO3 link if I have one, otherwise I read it on Tumblr and you can find it there! They are posted in the order I read them.

Olicity One Shot by @laurabelle2930 - Beyond beautiful conversation between Oliver and Felicity who have been separated for some time http://laurabelle2930.tumblr.com/post/157348269131/olicity-one-shot-my-cure-to-writers-block

To Sacrifice the Sun multi-chapter by @emmilynestill - Felicity and Oliver are ARGUS agents working in the Mayan ruins - AMAZING STORY  http://archiveofourown.org/works/7510744/chapters/17073520

20 Missed Calls by @wherethereissmoak - post 5x13 fic about who calls Oliver 20 times after the shooting at City Hall http://archiveofourown.org/works/9797531

Olicity - A Serious Talk by @marytagus - Oliver confronts Felicity about what is going on with her http://marytagus.tumblr.com/post/157358716946/olicity-a-serious-talk

Four Walls (Of Law Firms and Honey) multi-chapter by @dust2dust34 - definitely some of the hottest NSFW stories out there. Highly recommend http://archiveofourown.org/works/3982066/chapters/21868070

Love in the Club by @dmichellewrites - A married Olicity attend the grand reopening of Verdant and things get heated http://archiveofourown.org/works/9803174

Not So Innocent by @jesileigh - Oliver helps Felicity get some experience before going to MIT http://archiveofourown.org/works/9711335

Candid Camera by @some1foundme for Olicity Valentine’s Smut-a-Thon - Felicity and Oliver communicate via webcam when Felicity is away on a business trip - very hot http://archiveofourown.org/works/9713300

Dark Angel in My Ear by @nightkeepyr for Olicity Valentine’s Smut-a-thon - Oliver offers Felicity some relief 25 days into a no sex bet http://nightkeepyr.tumblr.com/post/157228435523/dark-angel-in-my-ear

Oliver’s Birthday by @tammy21 for Olicity Valentine’s Smut-a-thon - A reunited Olicity live out some fantasies foundry http://archiveofourown.org/works/9708731

Falling for an Angel multi-chapter by @missafairy - Oliver literally finds an angel, Felicity http://archiveofourown.org/works/9368912/chapters/21886763

Redemption multi-chapter by @vaelisamaza Oliver returns for being with the League after five - this story gets better and better! http://archiveofourown.org/works/9107518/chapters/22038962

Killer Frost Smoak multi-chapter by @tdgal1 - Felicity becomes Killer Frost after the particle accelerator explosion http://archiveofourown.org/works/8654356/chapters/19846777

Behind the Glass by @geneshaven - Oliver visits Felicity in jail and my heart breaks https://geneshaven.tumblr.com/post/157438808124/behind-the-glass#notes

Bake for a Date multi-chapter by @oycharlynnrose Donna enters Felicity in a baking contest to win a date with her boss Oliver Queen - Super Sweet and Delightful, link to first chapter, rest are also on blog  http://oycharlynnrose.tumblr.com/post/153149385765/bake-for-a-date-with-oliver-queen-week-one#notes

Dropping the Towel by @acheaptrickandacheesyoneline for Olicity Valentine’s Smut-a-thon - Very hot! Good things happen when Felicity drops her towel in front of her boyfriend! http://acheaptrickandacheesyoneline.tumblr.com/post/157233222147/dropping-towel

Devil’s Gonna Ride Tonight by @nightkeepyr for Olicity Valentine’s Smut-a-thon -  Olicity get hot and heavy while Oliver is driving a car - HOT. https://olicityvalentinesdaysmut-a-thon.tumblr.com/post/157236304289/devils-gonna-ride-tonight

Trust Me multi-chapter by @felicityollies - dom/submissive, prostitute/client initial relationship, things are developing http://archiveofourown.org/works/8487226/chapters/22067882

His Touchstone by @jules85 - Oliver’s reaction to the mass shooting a City Hall http://jules85.tumblr.com/post/157454292393/his-touchstone

Va Banque by @machawicket - Felicity goes missing - this is a MUST READ.

Felicity Smoak: A Path of My Own by @marytagus - Felicity feels she has no choice but to leave the team - so sad http://marytagus.tumblr.com/post/157463985473/felicity-smoak-a-path-of-my-own

Icing on the Cake multi-Chapter by @yespleasehawkeye - Oliver, John and Thea run Queens Cupcakes and they have a regular customer named Felicity - this is sugary sweet and awesome!  http://archiveofourown.org/works/9828935/chapters/22070231

Yes by @quiveringbunny for Olicity Valentine’s Smut-a-Thon - Felicity goes to rescue Oliver from the field and comes under the influence - SO VERY HOT http://quiveringbunny.tumblr.com/post/157237642572/yes-my-latest-naughty-fic

In My Daughter’s Eyes multi-chapter by @smkkbert - Sequel to The Best Mistake, Oliver and Felicity raise their daughter Mae while going to college. Love it! http://archiveofourown.org/works/9606251/chapters/22094111

Felicity Smoak: A Path of My Own (II) by @marytagus - Oliver deals with the fall out of Felicity leaving http://marytagus.tumblr.com/post/157493456663/felicity-smoak-a-path-of-my-own-ii

The Emerald Umbrella multi-chapter by @arrowgirl20 - Felicity goes dress shopping for the upcoming date! http://archiveofourown.org/works/8752441/chapters/22096217

The Nightmare (Drabble) by @stygian-omada-fan - Olicity’s 4 year old son Tommy has a nightmare and he has reason to be afraid! https://stygian-omada-fan.tumblr.com/post/157499891930/the-nightmare-drabble

Shattered multi-chapter by flip flops - Oliver left Star City when his best friend married the love of his life Felicity Smoak, upon finding out she is single he returns to win her heart - my current addiction! http://archiveofourown.org/works/7118422/chapters/16169119

Felicity Smoak: A Path of My Own (III) by @marytagus - the excited conclusion!! Made me feel all happy. http://marytagus.tumblr.com/post/157507667698/felicity-smoak-a-path-of-my-own-iii

Inclusion by @geneshaven - Oliver comes clean about changing time after Felicity broke up with him the first time https://geneshaven.tumblr.com/post/157516213789/inclusion#notes

As Easy as Falling multi-chapter by @charlinert - Felicity has a terminal illness when she meets Oliver in a very original way - but my HOPE for a miracle recovery remains strong, such an awesome story! http://archiveofourown.org/works/8035363/chapters/22116248

It’s Not That Short by @lostolicityscenes - Oliver gives Felicity the gold dress http://lostolicityscenes.tumblr.com/post/157546465526/its-not-that-short-an-i-saw-a-post-about#notes

A Walk Through Hell by @smoaking-greenarrow - Oliver is drugged with Vertigo and sees his worst nightmare http://smoaking-greenarrow.tumblr.com/post/146037219064/a-walk-through-hell

Ficlet - Hello by @dust2dust34 - Oliver and Felicity spend time in the house they used to own - beautiful and sad, I broke. http://dust2dust34.tumblr.com/post/132500590494/ficlet-hello-olicity-au

Because Chocolate is an Overrated Gift by @lovejesusarrowavengersblog​ - Felicity gets Valentine’s gifts for the team http://lovejesusarrowavengersblog.tumblr.com/post/157203234528/because-chocolate-is-an-overrated-gift#notes

Bound to You multi-chapter by @bindy417 - AMAZING flashback chapter about young Oliver and Felicity! http://archiveofourown.org/works/6602668/chapters/22154573

Just Like a Tattoo by @felicityollies - Felicity gets a tattoo! http://archiveofourown.org/works/9895586

What Were You Thinking by @felicityollies - Oliver confronts Thea and Felicity over what they did to Susan http://archiveofourown.org/works/9896651

Unspoken Thought by @geneshaven - What was going through Oliver and Felicity’s mind’s during that amazing scene in 5x14 https://geneshaven.tumblr.com/post/157631137279/unspoken-thoughts#notes

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O, vernal queen, whom grassy plains delight, sweet to the smell, and pleasing to the sight:
Whose holy form in budding fruits we view, Earth’s vig'rous offspring of a various hue:
Espous’d in Autumn: life and death alone to wretched mortals from thy power is known:
For thine the task according to thy will, life to produce, and all that lives to kill.

Cancers are attracted to their creature comforts, like having
fluffy blankets wrapped around them, strawberry icing candles burning in sweet delight, mint milkshakes and
the lullaby of a heartbeat thumping against their ear. In the winter she is at home, because she can hold her loved ones close, her eyes which she
emphasizes reflect like the glassy moon
and her mascara never runs in the winter, only in the summer, because she is
just so sensitive to everything, like her body never fills a space, it is connected
to every child and baby
It is connected to her photographs and memories, crosses and Capricorn watches, diaries, and Rumi poetry. She is emptied into every emotion and every circulating desire, she is the longings of a million dreams, broken promises, and
imaginative reverie. Sometimes the Cancer wonders if life is real, and what kind of dream she is wandering through, how she can exist and experience so much when the anguish and euphoria seems to be relentless.
The Cancer water is mysterious, controlled by the lunar tides, so at times they become swept away, withdrawing, unable to place their feet on the bank. The shells crush their feet and they can hear the whales sing. Because it’s exile. Beautiful alone.
Everyone but invisible and nothing at all.