part 2 of x for yaybasanti hollywood meets bollywood: chris evans x deepika padukone
au: after S.H.I.E.L.Ds collapse fury and maria decide that steve still needs someone looking out for him until the avengers facility is built. agent asfa from india is recruited for the job.
“The lower one is what people like to call it. Not as low as I used to be, mind you, but I was born into peasantry. I don’t find it difficult to rise beyond that, even a little bit, unless you’re truly incapable or set in your ways. At the moment, I’m quite pleased to say that I do well for myself.” Her jaw inclined with her sense of pride and she held her head high. “Harboson has satisfied me. I’ve never had it better than I do now. I can’t recall the last time that I did a dirty job on the side to make ends meet. I don’t have to no more.” A smug grin came to Rosemary’s lips as she leaned back and folded her arms casually over her chest.
Summary: Set the morning after Oliver and Felicity save Starling City in 3x23, but before they embark on their road trip. After a particularly horrible nightmare, Oliver takes comfort from the fact that he is waking up in Felicity’s arms.
Ships: Oliver/Felicity, Felicity & Donna
A/N: So. Confession: This was mostly written on my phone on the train ride home after my last exam today, because I figured there is nothing better than a bit of Olicity flangst, right? :) And, honestly, I feel smutted out after that last fic, lol, so this is a bit more toned down than my recent stuff. But it did get unexpectedly emotional at one point, so I hope you enjoy.
Sunlight poured through a tiny gap in the curtains in Felicity’s room, making Oliver automatically shield his eyes with his hand. He turned on his side, feeling the sun on his bare back, and even now, he revelled in the fact that Felicity was nestled to his chest. Every few seconds, he could feel the soft kiss of her breath on his skin, the tiniest shift as her limbs moved in her sleep, tangled with his, reaffirming for him that this was not a dream. This was not the distant, tortuous fantasy his mind had entertained for months, now – it was real. She was real.
She was here, with him, and Oliver tried his best to hold on to that. Her sleeping presence alone was enough to help banish the dream he had just surfaced from, and his hold on Felicity grew tighter. He could not stop himself from pressing a kiss on the top of her head. Immediately, though, he felt bad when she started stirring at the touch of his lips. He watched as her eyelids began to flicker, one hand still touching her hair.
Felicity yawned. “Morning,” she said, smiling sleepily, her eyes half-open but her hand steady as she stroked his cheek.
“Sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“It’s okay.” Felicity tilted her head to one side, regarding him warmly. “I had a lovely dream.”
Oliver tried to smile, hoping the unease from his nightmare wasn’t showing on his face. “You did? What happened?”
“Well, after you basically asked me to run away with you in front of everyone – including our exes – we got back to my place and had sex on my kitchen counter because you couldn’t figure out where my room was.”
Shaking his head, he couldn’t help but chuckle. He had missed this – missed her, so much. “Was it a vivid dream?” he asked lightly, and his words only made her smile grow wider.
“Mm hmm,” she murmured, running her thumb down his jaw, and he closed his eyes at her touch. “Very. In fact, if I didn’t know any better, it might have actually happened.”
A moment later, he felt her lips on his. Oliver welcomed the distraction of her kiss, but already, his mind’s eye was once again conjuring up the remnants of his dream. Felicity seemed to notice, too, because when she moved away, her smile had faded a little.
“Are you okay?”
It took him a good few seconds to reply. “Yeah.”
“Having second thoughts?” Felicity asked, and her tone was carefully light, the smile still fixed on her lips as if this was a throwaway question of no importance, but her eyes said otherwise. “Not that I would blame you if you did – I mean, we were both kind of sleep-deprived and tired, and you had only been shot at several times and nearly stabbed to death by one of the most dangerous men on the planet, and I had somehow been able to do something even scarier than jump out of a plane when I put on the ATOM suit, so I understand if you –”
“Felicity,” Oliver interrupted, “believe me, I meant what I said. I love you, and I still want to… run away with you.” He reached down, running his hand down her wrist until he was holding her hand, and she squeezed it in response, letting out a long breath she probably didn’t even realise she was holding in relief.
“Good,” she said, “because I’m not sure what I’d do if I had to let you go again.”
Just finished rewatching season 6 and it really is so good. Like, even a bit better than I remembered. God I loved it. I think it already has that s7 vibe of positivity that I love so much, up to the very end of One Last Ride, love it.
- Craig Middlebrooks. Enough said.
− April is SUCH AN ANGEL. Helping out Tom with Tom’s Bistro, setting him up with Nadia, making Andy so happy all the time, even being super kind and perfect to Ann, and getting closer to Donna as well. She is seriously perfect. So kind and gentle and sweet. I don’t get what people think about her.
− Gotta love Tom getting his life together. Getting rid of the crazy people in it (at least partially), getting an idea of his own and putting it into place. I’m proud of you, Tommy. You ARE smart and talented.
− Buff Andy is still hot.
- I love the ladies’ hairstyle in this season, especially April and Leslie. Shorter and wavier, love it.