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After “perfect” Ray Palmer breaks up with her, Felicity wants karma to even the score. What better way than fake date the most infamously hot bad boy in town? Taking fate into their own hands, she and Oliver Queen decide to let the world think she changed him for the better.

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Time for a story - Deathstroke

“I know that you think this is crazy, but-“

“Crazy?” Felicity crossed her arms in front of her chest and shook her head. “No, not at all. I think getting in bed with the Huntress was crazy. I think believing some rumors she has heard without backchecking is crazy. Whatever this is – I think we need to find a new word for.”

Oliver paused for a moment, biting his tongue and puckering his lips. If Felicity had hoped that he would stop long enough for them to have a real conversation about his plan, she was disappointed though. Within seconds, he shook his head and continued packing his backpack with weapons and other equipment that he had laid out on the metal table in front of him to have some kind of survival kit.

Since Helena Bertinelli, aka the Huntress, had shown up here last week, their lives had been turned upside down. According to Oliver, Helena had warned him that the person who had taken her and buried her alive wasn’t done yet. He would return and take his revenge on Oliver for whatever he felt Oliver had done to him.

Felicity couldn’t say that the news hadn’t hit her hard. Hearing that the person who had put you though something like that wanted to come back for more had to unsettle you, so of course she had been nervous. She had had one or two sleepless nights about it, but she had soon come to the realization that nothing had really changed. They had always known that this person or any of the criminals they had chased could come back, and they had accepted it to some level. Why else would they still continue their vigilante work and risk to make new enemies every single day?

Besides, those news coming from the Huntress of all people didn’t make it too convincing, Felicity thought. She had been in a high-security prison for the last years. How much information exactly could you get there?

Unfortunately, Oliver didn’t seem to share the same thought of thinking. Since Helena had left their property, he had been doing the best he could have to find out more. He had talked to inmates that Helena had been close to. He had interrogated some of the gangster bosses on the street. He had looked at old traces to find out who was behind this. Nothing had led him anywhere but into the same dead-end streets that they had hit one year ago.

Since desperate times called for desperate measures, Oliver’s newest idea was to verify Helena’s words by talking to nobody else that Slade Wilson. Like she had said before, there were crazy things and then there was that.

When Oliver closed the zipper of the backpack and sat down on the edge of the metal table, he sighed. Nothing but silence followed after that. He kept his eyes lowered, looking at his feet. His shoulders slumped, and he squeezed his eyes shut.

Felicity knew how much Oliver hated to feel like he wasn’t in control. After the Gambit had gone down and even quite some time after he had returned to Starling City, he had felt out of control so very often. Most of the time when that had happened, he had some someone that he loved. Of course he didn’t want to go through that again.

It took a minute or two until Oliver looked at her again, dark shadows under his eyes. He hadn’t caught much sleep lately, and the days had been terribly exhausting too.

With a long outtake of breath, Felicity crossed the distance and sat down on the edge of the metal table next to him. She put her hands in her lap and just looked at her feet like Oliver had done before.

It had been a while since they had been in a situation like this. A lot of major crimes had ceased to happen in Starling City. Apparently, word had gotten around that you didn’t mess with the Green Arrow and his team easily. That someone was willing to confront the Green Arrow and attack him personally was something that hadn’t happened in a while.

And of course it created chaos.

“I know you’re scared.”

Felicity’s voice was low when she spoke. She turned her head to look at Oliver, who was looking back at her immediately. He reached out his hand, and she linked her fingers with his. Oliver lifted their joint fingers to his lips and kissed the back of his hand. Instead of dropping them back between his thighs, he held them against his heart. Felicity could feel how that slowed down his heartbeat a bit.

“Aren’t you?” he asked. “That guy has taken you, buried you alive, almost killed you…”

His voice broke when he said those last words, and Felicity squeezed his fingers. She knew that that time had been just as hard on him as it had been on her. It had been different, but Oliver had taken his trauma away from that too. She knew it because she had been through something very similar when Malcom Merlyn had taken Oliver and feigned his death.

“We tried to find out who did this to me, but we couldn’t find anything,” Felicity said with low voice, “so we knew that he would still be out there.”

“But now he’s coming back.” Oliver looked at her with a frown. “It’s not the same.”

“We don’t know if Helena says the truth.”

“Why should she lie?”

“Why should she tell the truth?” Felicity cocked her head. “She loves to wreak havoc. Back before we were together and she turned to you for help, you wanted me to leave. You didn’t want her near me because you knew she was up to no good.”

Felicity remembered how she had come down to the foundry and offered help, but Oliver had sent her away. Although she could have helped, he hadn’t wanted her around the Huntress.

Oliver scrunched up his nose, a sure sign that he knew she was right and still thought differently. Felicity cocked her head at him, signaling that she wanted to hear what he thought. She wanted to understand what made him think that meeting Slade Wilson of all people was what he needed just because some villainous ex-girlfriend had told him about some rumors.

“Helena was sincere,”  he said, shaking his head, “I know it’s complicated, but it’s the truth. I could see it. She was sincere. Even if all this turns out to be wrong, I need to at least make sure that I took it seriously. I wouldn’t forgive myself if I didn’t.”

Nodding her head, Felicity sighed.

“I understand that. but what I don’t understand is why you feel that you need to see Slade of all people. He is a prisoner, one that is being held captive in solitude. The only person he ever has contact to is one of the guards of A.R.G.U.S. How should he of all people know about this?”

“How did he know about us having a daughter? How did he know where Malcolm kept me captive?” Oliver asked back. “I don’ know how, but Slade just knows things. If he knows something, we will know that it’s true.”

“And you think that he will just give away what he knows?”

“No.” Oliver cleared his throat. “But I know him well enough to known when he’s lying.”

Felicity knew that Oliver was right. He knew Slade better than he knew anyone else. He would be able to detect whether or not he was lying.

“Okay, last try to keep you back from it,” Felicity said with a sigh of defeat, already knowing that she wouldn’t be able to convince Oliver to not go to Lian Yu, “but if you really think that I am in that much danger, shouldn’t you stay here with me to protect me?”

Oliver puckered his lips and nodded his head slightly. Although he did his best to hide it, a grin threatened to spread on his lips.

“Well played, Mrs. Queen, well played,” he said, “but I have already taken care of that.”

Of course he had. Felicity wasn’t surprised.

“So who was ordered to babysit me?”

As if on cue, the elevator released its low pling! to announce that it had reached the bunker. The doors opened. John and Lyla stepped out hand in hand.

“I thought it was time for you and Lyla to just hang out for a night again, maybe open a bottle of wine and-“

“-ignore the dozens of A.R.G.U.S. Agents hanging out around the house?”

Oliver nodded his head slowly. “Something like that.”

When John and Lyla stepped closer, they let go of each other’s hands. While John just shot Oliver a meaningful glance, Lyla wrapped Felicity into her arms tightly.

“For the record, I have been planning on spending a night with you, eating pizza, drinking wine and just talking, in ages. I’m sorry it had to take our husbands going to Lian Yu to actually do it.”

Felicity smiled at Lyla briefly before she turned to John. She didn’t have to ask the question on her mind. He knew it already.

“Can’t let him go alone, can I?”

With a weak smile, Felicity stepped to John and hugged him tightly. The bond they – she, Oliver and John – had formed during those first few years that they had done all of this alone was something that couldn’t be destroyed easily. It had only grown stronger when they had taken more people in and built their own families and started to take even more responsibility for the city by going into politics and doing charity work whenever they could.

“I’m gonna take good care of him,” he whispered into her ear, low enough so only she could hear it, “so Slade won’t get into his head.”

Felicity nodded and tightened her arms around John for a moment. She was so grateful that he went to Lian Yu with Oliver. The thought that Oliver would go alone to the place that had cost him so much of his peace and the man that had killed his mother right in front of him had been unbearable. It was good to know that he wouldn’t be alone. John war the right person to be around for something like that.

When John eventually let go of Felicity, he turned to Oliver.

“We have to go.”

Oliver nodded. He grabbed his backpack and stepped in front of Felicity.

“It will just be a couple of days,” he whispered to her, “so I’ll be back within the blink of an eye. I love you.”

He put a hand to her cheek, leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss to her forehead. His lips lingered there for a moment before he pulled back and locked his eyes with hers. Although he already knew that he would go, he still wanted her approval and her support. Felicity had her doubts about his plan, but since he was going anyway, there was no use in denying him what he wanted and needed. With a weak smile, she gave him her consent.

Oliver shot Lyla a brief glance, and she wrapped an arm around Felicity’s shoulders and nodded her head. Obviously, it was her way of reaffirming Oliver that she was going to take good care of Felicity. Felicity felt a need to roll her eyes at that, but managed to keep it under control.

When Oliver and John walked to the elevators, Felicity rested her head on Lyla’s shoulder. She really needed a friend tonight, she guessed.

The elevator doors opened, and John and Oliver got in. Oliver looked nervous, taking in a deep breath and looking up at the ceiling. Going back to Lian Yu, no matter how long it had been since he had made those traumatizing experience there, wasn’t easy for him. It just opened up old wounds.

John, on the other hand, smiled comfortingly. He winked at Felicity before the elevator doors closed. He would take care of Oliver as well as Lyla would take care of Felicity.

As soon as the elevator doors closed, Felicity released a long sigh. She felt tears burning in her eyes although she didn’t know where they came from. Was she sad? Angry? Scared? Frustrated? All at once?

“I guess I should tell you that our girls’ nigh include five of your and both of my children,” Lyla said, “although I am still working on convincing Laurel and Tommy to take all seven of them. You know, it’s close by, so my agents could easily have an eye on them, and we could have some well-deserved wine-time.”

Felicity chuckled. “I know it’s only three p.m., but do you think that’s late enough for wine-time?”

“You have six kids.” Lyla shrugged her shoulders. “If that isn’t an excuse to make every time wine-time, what is?”

 → → → → →

 “I know we had this conversation already,” John said slowly, putting a foot on the hatch that led down to the Lian Yu prison, “but what exactly do you promise yourself from this?”

Oliver put down the backpack, rubbed his hands over his tired face and took a moment to think about his answer. The truth was that, the more he had to justify his decision, the harder it was for him to do so. He couldn’t say that though because he couldn’t justify that decision to himself anymore, he wouldn’t be able to go through with it, and he couldn’t have left his home to do this and then not do it.

“Slade knows things. I don’t know how, but he does. When he knows about it, we know how serious it is.”

John shrugged his shoulders. “And when he doesn’t? Doesn’t mean it’s not true.”

Oliver didn’t answer to that. He knew that John was right, and he had thought about that too. If Slade knew something, he’d know that his family was in danger. If Slade didn’t know something, his family could still be in danger. He just wouldn’t know for sure.

“So you know that you will go out of this conversation as the loser either way.” John crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Are you sure it’s worth it?”

No, Oliver wasn’t sure it was worth it. He wasn’t sure at all.

“It’s too late to think about it now,” he said, pushing John’s foot aside lightly and started spinning the wheel to open the hatch, “we’re here already.”

As soon as the hatch opened, he lifted it up and took the first rung of the ladder down into the prison. The sooner he got in, the better. He didn’t want to be given a chance to change his mind, and he wanted to get back to Felicity and the kids as soon as possible.

“It’s not that I didn’t try,” he heard John murmur before his head disappeared under the ground.

He could feel Slade’s gaze on him immediately. It made his hair stand on ends and goosebumps spread all over his skin. Maybe he had underestimated the effect seeing him again would have on him.

Once his feet touched the concrete of the prison ground, Oliver sucked in a deep breath. Instead of turning to Slade directly, he turned to the A.R.G.U.S.-agent that was standing at the wall, holding his weapon in front of him like some kind of shield.

“Agent Michaels told you that I need five minutes with him?”

The agent nodded and shot a brief, suspicious glance at Slade before he looked back at Oliver again. It didn’t happen too often that someone came to Lian Yu and wanted to talk to Slade, Oliver guessed.

“Stay out of reach from the bars. The exchange of items of any kind is not permitted.”

“Understood.”

The agent looked Oliver and Slade up and down one last time before he started climbing up the ladder and left them alone. Once the hatch was closed up there, Oliver took position at the wall where the agent had stood before, leaned against the cool stones and finally lifted his gaze.

Slade Wilson had grown old. His hair was almost completely grey now. It was shorter than it used to be. His beard was longer though. He looked like a perfect exemplar of a long-time prisoner. His eye carried the same sparkle of anger or craziness or maybe even evilness though.

“What do I owe this honor to?”

“No words of welcome?”

“Time’s precious in here.” Slade looked around his cell. “Don’t want to miss a moment here, so I’d rather get this over with.”

“I heard rumors.”

“Rumors?” Slade didn’t bat his eye. He just started at Oliver blankly. “Have you brought tea and little tiaras too? Being a father of girls must have gotten into your head. What’s your latest named again? Mia? Like mommy, your mommy of course.”

He was trying to get into his head. He knew that Oliver wouldn’t stay long, so he was doing his best to start immediately. He wanted to set him off.

Oliver decided not to focus on that. Instead, he wanted to focus on the fact that he had been right. Slade still knew things and he had kept an eye on Oliver even from here. If there was something, he would know.

“Speaking of mommy, how’s our sweet blonde with the glasses? Fe-li-ci-ty.”

He emphasized her name the same way Oliver did so often, syllable by syllable.

“Someone tried to killed her last year.”

“Buried alive. I’ve heard.” The corners of Slade’s lips twitched into a smile for a second. “A great bedtime story. I’ve been sleeping like a baby thinking about how close to being destroyed you came.”

He certainly did.

“The person who’s behind this will come back to end what he started.”

Slade stepped to the small cot at the back of cell and sat down there. He enjoyed this. He enjoyed this way too much.

“But you don’t know for sure. That’s why you’re here. You want me to tell you whether it’s true or really just some rumor.”

Oliver clenched his jaws. Sometimes he forgot that Slade could read him as well as Oliver could read Slade. When he already knew why Oliver had come here, it would be harder for him to tell whether Slade was saying the truth or playing with him.

“I could tell you,” Slade said, “but your wife has already claimed the favor that I owed you for letting me see my son instead of killing him.”

“I know.”

Back when Malcolm had faked Oliver’s death, Felicity had gone to Slade and asked where Malcolm could have possibly held him captive. He had told her because Oliver had spared the life of Slade’s son although he had abducted Felicity while she had been pregnant. That favor would have come handy now.

“I’m not going to tell you,” Slade said, his voice uninterested.

Oliver nodded his head slowly. He hadn’t expected anything else. The problem was that he wasn’t sure if Slade knew or didn’t know. He had really thought that he would know, but the fact that Slade had known why he had come here and the long time that had passed since they had seen each other the last time, made it difficult. He really wasn’t sure.

For a split second, he considered offering something to him. There had to be something that Slade would want. Maybe seeing his son again.

Then again, Oliver was sure that the more desperate he’d appear, the less Slade would be willing to help him. He would enjoy seeing him suffer, and it would be worth more to him than any brief moment of reward. Besides, letting Slade see his son would only cause new problems. Slade might love his son and want what was best for him, but Oliver wasn’t sure that he wouldn’t use him for his own plans if necessary.

“Goodbye, Slade.”

Slade seemed surprised that the conversation was over for Oliver already. Apparently, he had calculated on that. Just like Oliver before, he seemed to consider saying something to make Oliver stay a little longer, but he didn’t.

“Give your wife my regards. She can visit me anytime.”

Ignoring that comment, Oliver climbed the ladder back up. He punched his fist against the hatch that was opened for him immediately. As soon as he had climbed up the rest of the way and was back on the overground, he grabbed his backpack and turned to John.

“Let’s go.”

He didn’t wait for John to reply. He just made his way to where their boat was waiting for them. He didn’t want to stay here for even a second longer than necessary.

It took John barely a minute to catch up to Oliver. He walked next to him in silence for a short while, but he soon cleared his voice.

“So I guess the conversation didn’t go the way that you thought it would?”

“Worse,” Oliver replied, “it went exactly like I feared it would.”

John nodded his head slowly. “So we don’t have any new information?”

“Wouldn’t say that.” As soon as Oliver arrived at the boat, he threw the backpack into it and started pushing the boat further into the water. “We know that we need to tell Lyla to hire a different agent to watch Slade because that one is definitely doing all kind of networking for Slade. And now I don’t want to talk about it anymore. I just want to go home.”

 → → → → →

 Felicity woke up to the familiar feeling of a strong arm wrapping around her. His chest pressed against her back, his legs tangled with hers. Still half-asleep, she could feel Oliver pressing his nose against her neck and breathing her in.

With tired sigh, Felicity grabbed his hand from her stomach and pulled it to the top of her chest to press it against her naked skin there. She hadn’t slept much that last night when he had been away. She just couldn’t get used to sleeping without him there, especially knowing where he had gone.

“You’re back.” Felicity scooted back in bed a little, so her body was even closer to Oliver’s. If she could, she would just crawl right into him. “That’s good.”

“I didn’t mean to wake you.” Oliver’s voice was hoarse. “Sorry.”

“I’m glad I know you’re back here with me.”

Felicity was so tired that she could easily just close her eyes again and fall back asleep. She could just feel in the tension of Oliver’s arm and chest that there were things that he needed to talk about. He probably wouldn’t want to, but he needed to nonetheless.

Gathering the little energy that she still had left, Felicity opened her eyes and stared into the darkness. She considered turning around and facing Oliver, but she kind of liked the way he breathed into her neck. It made her hair move and sent chills all through her body. Rubbing her hand up and down his forearm, she let him know that she was truly awake now and not in some sort of half-sleep.

“How did it go?”

“As bad as possible, I fear.”

Felicity frowned for a moment, considering what exactly that could mean. Knowing Oliver, she guessed that she knew the answer though.

“You can’t tell whether Slade is saying the truth or not?”

Oliver released a breath of relief at the fact that she knew already and he didn’t have to explain it. The tone of her voice had been rather neutral instead of reproaching as he might have thought it would be. She wasn’t holding it against him that he had gone there although it hadn’t helped him, and she had seen that coming.

“No, I can’t.”

Felicity lifted his hand to her lips for a moment and placed a kiss to the palm of his hand.

“How are you feeling now?” Felicity asked. “You wanted clarity. You didn’t get it.”

Not answering yet, Oliver moved his foot up and down Felicity’s calf slowly. His nose pushed against her back once more, breathing in the scent of her body again. Felicity knew that apperceiving her helped him keeping a clear head and staying grounded.

“Yeah.” He sighed. “I’m not a step further than when Helena has left.”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

Felicity reached out her hand and turned on the small light on the nightstand before she turned around in bed. Oliver slid up the mattress and rested his head on the pillow next to hers, so they were face to face. Barely a couple of inches separated their lips from each other. Felicity could feel his breath on her skin.

“I know why you feel like that.” Felicity put her hands to Oliver’s cheeks and stroked her fingertips through his stubble. “But that’s not true. You have that information, and you have done whatever you can to verify it. You haven’t found anything.”

“I didn’t find anything to falsify it either.”

Felicity pulled his face closer and touched his lips with her. It was a long but chaste kiss and still made her skin tingle. When their lips parted, Felicity didn’t pull very far away. She just angled her head back enough, so she could look at Oliver and see his entire face.

“We are warned,” she said firmly. “In case anything happens, we are warned. We know where to start. We know – at least in parts – how that person thinks and operates. That’s allowing us to be at least a tiny step ahead.”

“I am not sure that it will be enough.”

“It has to be,” Felicity insisted, “because just think about how long it took Slade to come back here for revenge after he found out how Shado died. Think about how much time Malcolm took to plot his revenge on you. Whoever did that, if he comes back at all, might take years to do so. We can’t spend years watching our backs every step on the way. We are careful as it is, but we can’t live in constant fear.”

She could see in Oliver’s eyes that he knew she was right. He had spent years of his life, expecting nothing but the worst and keeping everyone at arm’s length because he feared what would happen to them. He had lived with that extra cautiousness for so long, and it hadn’t made him happy. It had ben the very thing that had kept him from being happy for so long.

Oliver rested his forehead against hers once more and closed his eyes. She could feel him frown against her forehead, while he was trying to find out what was the right thing to do and say right now.

When he opened his eyes, he pulled back an inch and sucked in a deep breath through his nose. He didn’t look relaxed, but Felicity hadn’t expected him to anyway. Whatever the result of his thought process was, he wasn’t really satisfied with it.

“Just one more week,” he asked with hoarse voice, “give me one more week to find out something more. I’m not going to leave Starling City for it. I will not break more laws than we do on a daily basis, but… I can’t let it go yet. I need… I need a little more time.”

“Okay. I guess that’s fair. You get more time.” Felicity nodded her head and pecked his lips briefly. “And now you need sleep. We both do.”

“Couldn’t agree more.”

They got into their usual sleeping positions with Felicity lying on her back and Oliver on top of her, his ear pressed to her chest. Like usually, he fell asleep to the rhythmic beating of her heart. It might be the calmest night he had had in a while.

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oliver queen is in love | one shot ✦ ao3

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Ch11 The Gift You Gave Me

Oliver watched Felicity in concern, his eyes moving over her, taking everything in about her there was to take.

Her movements were slow as she poured herself a glass of orange juice.

She had sworn off coffee for the duration of her pregnancy. The lack of caffeine tended to make her a little grumpy in the mornings. He could handle grumpy Felicity in the mornings. She handled him when he was grumpy most of the time.

What he didn’t think he could handle was Felicity suffering in silence.

The dark circles under her eyes, pale skin, the tiredness in her movements were all indications she wasn’t sleeping well.

She hadn’t woken him up like she did that first time almost two weeks ago, but he was certain she was still having nightmares. He heard her crying in the shower sometimes. He thought the nightmares were about Tommy. Felicity would flinch whenever he was mentioned and she could no longer bring herself to visit his grave.

However, this was all speculation on his part. Felicity wouldn’t talk to him about her nightmares. It was a little frustrating when all he wanted to do was help her, but he understood. 

There were things he couldn’t bring himself to talk about with anyone.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

Felicity sat at the table, and Oliver put a plate of toast and fruit in front of her. 

“Fine.” Felicity answered.

Oliver sighed inwardly. It was no wonder why Felicity hated it when he said he was fine, when he was anything but fine.

“You look tired.” He tried again, mentally slapping himself as soon as he said it. Even he knew you didn’t tell any woman, let alone a pregnant one, that she looked tired. 

“Growing another person is exhausting.” Felicity replied, deflated.

Oliver sat across from her. “Maybe you should take the day to rest, then?”

“No,” Felicity shook her head.

“Felicity, you said it yourself. You’re exhausted.” 

“I also said I’m fine and I am.” Felicity was firm in her words. “You don’t need to worry about me.”

But he was worried. Still, he nodded, letting the discussion drop. He didn’t want to argue with her and add to her stress.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Felicity removed her glasses and rubbed at her eyes, a yawn pulling at her. Her vision had started to blur and every half hour she had to shut her eyes for just a few minutes.

She would stretch her legs whenever she felt sleep pulling at her.

She really was exhausted. She hadn’t had a good night's sleep in weeks.

Nightmares continued to haunt her. Nightmares filled with Tommy spitting venomous words at her, blaming her, promising she was going to kill their baby like she killed him. Words that he hated her and regretted every moment he spent with her.

Most nights, she avoided sleep until she could no longer keep her eyes open.

Exhaustion was preferable to dreaming of a volatile Tommy who blamed her for everything. 

Her phone buzzes on her desk with Oliver’s contact picture flashing.

“I promise I am going to take a break and go for lunch.” She said in greeting as she answered his call.

Since the night she woke him up, Oliver had been a bit of a worrywart and she felt like she had to manage him or he would continue to hover around her like a mother hen.

John had taken a more laid back approach and preferred to watch their back and forth, only intervening when he felt it necessary to do so.

“Actually, I was wondering if you want to grab lunch with me. There’s this little place not far from here that makes the best bagels in the city.” Oliver suggested. “On the drive to work, you mentioned wanting cream cheese and bagels.”

Felicity bit her lip, her stomach growling with the mention of bagels and cream cheese." I’ll meet you in the lobby in half an hour."

“See you then. If you’re late, I will come and get you.”

“I won’t be late,” said Felicity, ending the call.

“He’s the one who’s always late. Not me.’’ Felicity said to herself.

“If you’re late, I will come and get you,” she mocked with a shake of her head.

Please, she was not gonna be the one who was late.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Felicity was late.

Oliver looked down at his watch as people passed him in the lobby, never failing to linger and stare.

She was twelve minutes late, but Oliver figured he give her five more minutes. However, after Bethany from PR stopped to ask him to dinner, pushing her chest out, batting fake eyelashes and squeezing his biceps, he excused himself and headed back up the elevator to Felicity’s floor.

Oliver passed cubicle after cubicle. A few employees were brave enough to approach, but with a polite smile, he continued on his way. Only stopping when he reached Felicity’s little corner in the IT department.

She didn’t look up as he filled the open doorway.

He stood there for a moment, watching her. She was engrossed in her work. Chewing on a familiar red pen as her fingers danced over the keyboard in rapid movements.

It was so reminiscent of the day they met. It brought a soft smile to his lips. After a moment, he cleared his throat and rapped his fist on the doorjamb.

Felicity’s head shot up. She pulled the end of the pen from her mouth. "Oliver, what are you doing here?"

“Lunch,” he reminded, stepping further into the room.

“I still have..” Felicity glanced at the clock. “Oh, I’m twenty minutes late. Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Oliver stuffed his hands in his pants pockets. “Ready to go.”

“Yeah, just let me close out of this,” Felicity answered. She had made him wait long enough, and she was hungry.

With a few quick clicks, Felicity was standing from her desk, slipping her phone into her pocket.

Oliver helped her into her jacket as she grabbed her bag.

They easily fell into a discussion about their earlier part of the day as they walked through the IT floor. Oliver’s hand had instinctively found its way to her lower back.

There was no mistaken the familiarity between the pair.

As soon as they were enclosed in the elevator, the door closing behind them, the whispers on the IT floor began, hushed discussions taking over.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Felicity cast a look around the quaint cafe. It wasn’t overly fancy; it was nice enough to be casual.

She and Oliver were seated on the outside deck. There was an extra chair and placement. 

“What’s good here besides the bagels?” Felicity wondered, picking up the menu, peering at the listed choices.

“The coffee.” Oliver answered.

“I can’t have coffee.” reminded Felicity.

“The French toast is really good,” Oliver added. “I had it a few times.”

Felicity hummed. She wasn’t really Feeling French toast at the moment.

Oliver’s phone buzzed, and he pulled from his pocket. Reading the text, he glanced over at Felicity. “I hope you don’t mind, but we have a plus one, joining us for lunch.”

“John?” asked Felicity, not looking away from the menu.

“Thea.” Oliver corrected.

Felicity dropped the menu in surprise, her eyes shooting at him.

Felicity had very limited interactions with Thea. Two that she could recall.

Before she could react farther, Thea appeared.

“Ollie!” she smiled.

Oliver stood to greet his sister and pulled her chair out for her.

Felicity stood and only sat down after Thea did.

“Thea, you remember my friend Felicity?” Oliver said.

“Of course.” Thea grinned at Felicity. “I’ve been nagging Oliver to bring you to dinner at home for weeks.”

“Oliver, never said anything.” Felicity offered a polite smile. "It’s nice to see you again."

“Same. I’m glad it’s under better circumstances than last time.” Thea said.

Felicity’s smile dimmed at the reminder of Tommy’s funeral.

Before Felicity could respond, Oliver’s phone vibrated, and he was excusing himself a moment later. “I promise to make it up to you both, but I have a last-minute meeting with Walter I can’t miss.”

Oliver lifted Felicity’s hand, pressing the back of her knuckles to his lips in apology.

Thea raised an eyebrow, barely batting an eye when Oliver stood, stopping long enough to press a kiss to her forehead and continuing on his way.

“How long have you been sleeping with my brother?” asked Thea.

Felicity choked on air, her arm instinctively curling around her front as she attempted to clear her throat.

“I’m not. It’s not like that,” Felicity protested. “We’re just friends.”

“That’s what Ollie keeps telling me.” Thea said, her eyes doubtful.

“Hi, what can I get you?”

Felicity smiled up at the server that appeared at their table. “I’ll have a hot chocolate with whip cream and a bagel with cream cheese and a buttery croissant.”

“And for you, Miss Queen?”

Thea didn’t look away from Felicity. "I’ll have a Java chip Frappuccino and chocolate chip pancakes."

“Your order will arrive shortly,” the server informed them before stepping away from the table.

Thea leaned forward, her voice lowering to a murmur. “If you’re just friends, how are you pregnant with my brother’s baby?”

“I’m not.” Felicity spluttered.

“Oh,” Thea leaned back. “So, you’re not pregnant, then?” She arched a perfect brow in challenge. 

“I mean yes.” Felicity’s eyes widen. “No.” her face scrunched, and she leaned forward speaking in hushed tones. “Do I have pregnant imprinted on my forehead or something?”

Thea leaned back in her seat, her eyes taking Felicity in. “Most people are coffee drinkers. You purposely steered cleared at caffeine even though I noticed you breathe in deeply just so you can inhale the smell of coffee in the air. Plus, you can’t keep your hand off your stomach.”

Felicity’s hand fell away from her body, self-consciously. 

“So?” asked Thea, expectantly.

“Can we talk about this later, somewhere more private?” Felicity asked, casting a furtive glance around the cafe.

Thea followed her eyes. There was no one looking at them. But she could understand Felicity’s caution.

“Certainly.” Thea answered.

Felicity let out a relieved breath.

“Tonight. Dinner at the mansion. Around 7.” Thea said.

Felicity had felt relief too soon.

“Until then, why don’t you tell me about yourself?” Thea suggested.

“What do you want to know?” asked Felicity, resigning herself to an interrogation.

“Everything.” Thea answered. “You can start with how you met my brother.”

“He walked into my cubicle and asked for help with technology. Being stranded on an island left him with a lot of catching up to do.” It wasn’t a lie. It just wasn’t the whole truth.

“I guess you’re pretty good at your job then. Walter’s mention you a few times.” 

“I like to think so,” Felicity replied modestly.

“How good?” Asked Thea. “What is it that you do at the company exactly besides help lost billionaires?”

“I write computer codes. Cyber security and, quite frankly, I do it better than the head of my department. I’m not sure he know’s his head from his ass, let alone how to write codes to improve the company’s firewalls protecting its sensitive data.”

“I have no idea what you just said, other than you are brilliant,” said Thea. 

“Among other things.” Felicity replied.

“Tell me more about you and Ollie?” 

Felicity leaned back, settling in for a long lunch.

Oliver was going to owe her one after this.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Near the end of the day, Oliver rode the elevator with John down to the I7 floor. 

“You left her with Thea?” asked John.

“For lunch.” Oliver clarified.

“Intentionally?” he asked

“Of course not. Walter called. I had to go,” Oliver defended. “But Thea’s been wanting to meet her.”

“Please, tell me you did not set up that lunch, knowing you would have to skip out?” asked John.

Oliver was silent, and it was answer enough for John.

“Oliver, man.” John shook his head.

“It’ll be fine,” Oliver said as the doors opened.

John sent him a doubtful look.

Oliver stepped out of the elevator and headed down the familiar path to Felicity’s cubicle.

He was expecting a silent treatment, a scowl, her loud voice.

What he wasn’t expecting was Felicity’s laughter.

He could barely recall the last time he heard Felicity’s laugh.

He turned the corner to see Thea sitting across from Felicity, her own laughter brighter than he heard it in weeks. 

“Thea, what are you doing here?” asked Oliver.

Thea turned, shooting him a grin. “I’ve been keeping Felicity company. You should have introduced us earlier. I love her.” 

“You spent the last couple of hours together?” asked Oliver, surprised.

“We have.” Felicity answered. “Thea is quite the interrogator.”

Oliver winced.

“But once got past all the questions about me and moved on to you. We hit it off, no problem.” Felicity said. “Thea has no shortage of stories about you in your youth.”

She didn’t. Oliver turned to Thea. “What have you been telling her?”

Thea grinned. “Nothing that’s not true.”

Oliver looked at John.

“Don’t look at me,” said John, raising his hands up. “You set this in motion. Not me.”

Yes, he did, and Oliver wasn’t sure he had made the right decision.

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So I finally updated my Olicity fic after many months! Enjoy folks 🥰

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summary:

What if Oliver and Felicity met at ARGUS three years before Oliver Queen was found alive? What if they still fell in love, despite Oliver being at his darkest? What if Oliver Queen still came back to Starling City to right his father's wrongs? Only this time, with a wedding ring and a more emotionally stable mind-set?

teaser:

“I don't want to go anywhere without you.” He tells her, and he can see her melt at his words, an almost wordless ‘aww’ leaving her lips before she rolls over on top of him,

“It won't be for long. Just a couple of months and I'll join you.”

“And then we'll start a new life.”

“That's right. We'll buy our own place, and we'll paint the walls really bright, and have ridiculous amounts of throw pillows on our gigantic king sized bed-”

“-and we'll also have a proper wedding ceremony.” Oliver continues for her, and Felicity hmms,

“Maybe something outdoors. Or on the roof. A small ceremony with a few of our friends and family,”

“And no catering.” They grin at each other, and after a moment, Felicity's smile dims slightly as she traces her fingers along Oliver's hairline,

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The Unimaginable: Chapter 1

Humanitarian of the Year

November 2016

She was gorgeous, but then again, she always was.

On the other side of the banquet hall, with a seemingly never ending gap of white tablecloths, fine china, and old men in their finest suits separating them, he still noticed her. He probably always would.

Oliver’s chest ached like a Mirakuru soldier just walloped him right in the sternum. He zeroed in on Felicity as she looked around the large room, taking in the stage with the transparent podium, the string quartet in the far corner, and the other attendees.

His foot took a step towards her, almost as if her gravitational field was pulling him in, before he forced himself not to take another. Longing enveloped his heart. He waited with bated breath when her eyes swept around the room, almost like she was looking for someone.

Did she bring a date?

Oliver waited, holding his breath when Felicity finally settled her eyes on him. He could have sworn that her eyes met his from across the room. Like a cheesy movie, everything else seemed to melt away except for her. He saw her lips form into a frown right before someone greeted him.

“Congratulations Mr. Queen!” A hand jovially slapped his shoulder, drawing his attention away from her. “I can’t believe that you’d be the one receiving the award this year.”

He growled, nearly ripping the man’s hand away. Instead, he grabbed a champagne flute from a passing waiter to keep his hands occupied. He barely noticed when the bubbling liquid sloshed over the side, his fingers becoming drenched. His eyes followed her every movement like she was his latest target.

Oliver vaguely heard his sister do damage control, engaging the older man in pointless small talk. He continued to stare at Felicity as she started threading her way between the tables.

In the back of his mind, he knew that he was - in Felicity’s words - attending the ‘‘schmooze fest’ and paying compliments to everyone who wanted to speak with him. This ceremony was supposed to be a way for him to keep Queen Consolidated from sinking.

He knew that, and somewhere inside him, he cared about his family’s company, but right now... it was like Felicity had his complete and undivided attention.

He didn’t even know that she was going to attend this. She always hated going to these things.

If she felt his eyes practically burning a hole to the center of her back, she did a fine job of not showing it.

He remembered the last time she wore that black floral dress. It still fit her the same. It still accentuated her curves. As she turned away from him, making casual small talk with some old sleazy one-percenter, he got a full view of her from behind. 

Yes, it still accentuated all of her curves.

As the night progressed, he barely paid attention to the wrinkled, dry hands shaking his, to the words of congratulations, not knowing what he said in acknowledgement. He gave half-hearted thanks, trying his best to keep her in his peripheral.

His sharp, blue eyes tracked her as she made a wide berth around the room; she was probably the only person who didn’t want to approach him. 

Waiting for the ceremony to start was absolute torture, because all he wanted was to get one minute alone with her, but no one would leave him alone. How could he get away from them when he was the center of attention?

Oliver caught sight of Felicity as she laughed with the CEO of Starling National Bank, joked with Walter, and talked business to seemingly every one-percenter who wasn’t him.

He watched as she gave a friendly hug to Tommy, and how her smile cracked when his best friend gestured to him from the opposite side of the room.

Was she going to finally talk to him?

Oliver took a chance, daring to finally give in to the pull of her gravitational field, but this time he chose to keep his distance.

He nervously tugged on his black bowtie, feeling like he could breathe easier now that it was slightly loosened. Now that the ball was in his court, he wasn’t sure how she would react. As he approached, he saw her lips give Tommy a polite smile, smoothly taking a champagne flute and giving an appreciative nod of thanks to a passing waiter. Her hands didn’t gesticulate wildly. She was composed, her words perfectly enunciated with not a babble in sight.

He saw glimpses of this Felicity after the media confronted them, after they sought shelter at the Queen Mansion.

This Felicity was tough. Hard as nails. A fighter.

Felicity Smoak was every bit her public persona tonight, and he was one hundred percent sure it was because of him.

It had been monthssince he last spoke to her. There was just... too much history between them to forget. Before he knew it, he was dead set on closing the distance between them, but this time a familiar hand latching onto his shoulder stopped him. 

“Oliver, you can talk to Felicity later.” Digg advised. “I strongly suggest-”

“What, Diggle?” He growled. The ache in his chest combined with Digg’s hand almost restraining him forced him in place.

“It’s time for you to go backstage, Mr. Queen.” Digg ordered, leaving no room for argument.

Great. Just... great.

Oliver forced himself to tear his eyes away from Felicity and Tommy. He made a mental note to talk to Tommy as soon as this was all over. Glancing at his watch, he saw that it was almost seven. Deciding to listen to his pretend bodyguard, he drained his glass, putting it on a nearby table. He pivoted and headed to the back of the stage.

Maybe he’d have the chance to talk to her after the speech.

Forcing Felicity from his mind, he pulled out a folded piece of paper from his pocket and concentrated on the speech he was going to give. He didn’t notice Felicity politely excusing herself, draining the last of her champagne and unknowingly following him from the opposite side of the room.

Making his way backstage, he stood behind the blue and white curtain, keeping himself from view. His eyes roamed over his sister’s handwriting, hoping he wouldn’t mess this up. 

He sighed, glancing up, and saw her on the opposite end of the stage.

Oliver blinked, his speech instantly forgotten.

She took his breath away.

Felicity must not have seen him; she blew out a breath, crossing her arms, manicured nails tapping nervously against her clutch.

It was just them.

“Felicity?” He finally walked towards her, putting the speech back in his pocket. His head tilted to the side, the ache in his chest increasing as the distance between them decreased. He suddenly didn’t know what to do now that she was here. Should he hug her? Wave? Shake her hand?

“Oliver.” She said in a I-really-don’t-want-to-talk-to-you-right-now-but-I-guess-I-have-to kind of way. Her brilliant blue eyes tracked him calculatingly, almost warily, and he settled for holding his hands out in surrender. “...How are you?”

He thought she was gorgeous from far away, but now? Up close?

Felicity’s hair was done in loose curls that framed her face. Her make up was pristine, highlighting her soft features, her lips a luscious red that stood out vibrantly against her dark dress.

She was beautiful. So damn beautiful.

His chest tightened in a completely different way.

“I’m...” He trailed off, shaking his head. He wanted to say so much to her. He wanted to tell her about the new team, how Tommy and Thea were bonding over their mutual hatred of their father, how much he missed having her on the comms every night. “You know me.” Oliver shuffled his feet, crossing his arms. “What... what are you doing here?” He asked, keeping his tone friendly.

“Did the Municipal Group not tell you?” Seeing the blank look on his face, she muttered, “They didn’t. Of course they didn’t.”

“Tell me what?” When she didn’t immediately reply, averting her gaze, he prodded, “Felicity?”

She wrung her hands together. “You know what’s really, really ironic? Like that Alanis Morissette song?”

He watched as his Felicity came back to him. Maybe it was because they were alone, or she wasn’t in the immediate public eye, but... her public persona melted away. 

When was the last time they were able to have a civil conversation in private?

Hope soared in his chest. It continued to soar with every word that she said as she started to babble. Like old times.

“Boy, you are going to get a kick out of this because it’s either ironic or the Municipal Group suddenly decided to have a twisted sense of humor but... I’m presenting the Humanitarian of the Year Award. To you.”

“Oh.” He replied.

How else was he supposed to respond?

She took a small step forward, and he caught the look of doubt on her face. “Are you... okay with that?”

He thought his mother or sister was going to present it... but if Felicity being the presenter meant that they could have this moment together, then it would be worth it, despite the publicity they were going to get.

A detached part of him realized that the Municipal Group wanted to make a scandal - to see how Starling City’s Favorite Couple, or Ex-Couple would deal with something as public as the Humanitarian Ceremony.

Maybe he wasn’t meant to receive this award... Maybe it was all some sort of political scheme, with his mother rerunning for mayor and with Felicity’s rising company.

Still...

“I’m glad you’re the one presenting.” Oliver smiled, and she gave him a nervous smile in return. She seemed like she could feel the awkward tension surrounding them like a fog. He hesitated. “Although... I’m actually surprised you’re here.”

Felicity drew back a bit, like he struck a nerve before she composed herself. She picked her words carefully. “I talked to Tommy earlier. He said you’re doing better.” She gave him a sad smile. “I mean, you must be, for getting the Humanitarian of the Year Award. Congrats, by the way.”

He nodded his thanks, slowly putting his hands in his pockets, pressing the speech between his fingers. “How have you been?” Curiosity piqued at him. It had been months since they saw each other, years since they actually talked. Not unless you counted the one time they saw each other in July. “It seems like Smoak Tech is doing well.”

A relieved look passed over her features as if she was happy that they were sticking to safe topics. “Yes, we finished the initial testing of our first security system. I’m planning on doing a trial run with some companies next year.”

“That sounds... great.” When she bit her lip, he continued. “You know, Felicity, if you wanted to test it at Queen Consolidated, you’re more than welcome.”

She looked shocked, but thankful. “I- yeah. I know. I just... with everything that happened...”

He inwardly cursed himself at the reminder. Rumors would fly if Queen Consolidated and Smoak Technologies worked together.

His publicist would probably have a heart attack.

An uncomfortable silence fell over them.

Her blue eyes dropped down to his bowtie, a small frown tugging at her lips. “We need a room.” She stated.

Oliver raised an eyebrow, trying to keep the smile from curling onto his face but failing.

She flinched, replaying what she said again. “You, of all people, should know I didn’t mean it like that.”

The smile remained on his face when she swiftly turned on her heel, pulling back the curtain and asking someone with a clipboard for a private space. 

They were instantly led to a small alcove a short distance away from the stage.

Felicity pressed her clutch into his hands, and he held it on instinct, weighing it in his hands. It was lighter. He remembered how she kept her tablet tucked away there in case there was an Arrow mission.

The fact that it was lighter, that she didn’t carry her tablet anymore... that hit him harder than he expected. He sighed.

Felicity took another small step forward, getting into his personal space, and he let her, forcing the morose thoughts out of his mind.

She murmured, “Hold on, your tie is loose...”

He was glad that no one was there, or else they would notice how closely they were standing.

As she tugged it loose, he quickly glanced down at it before returning his eyes to her. Sighing with a look of exasperation, she asked, “What did you do to it?”

“I...” He searched for something to say. “It was choking me.”

Felicity tried to hide her smile by scoffing. She could always see through his bullshit lies from the moment they met. “Uh-huh. Sure. You can admit that you always had trouble with the bowtie ones. It’s not a secret to me, you know.”

“Guess some things don’t change.” Oliver grinned down at her.

Felicity’s eyes flickered up to his, her hands pausing for a second from where she tugged his collar up. He watched her eyes narrow in suspicion, no doubt wondering if he was referencing something else...

“You always fixed them for me, regardless.” Oliver clarified, his voice wistful as she adjusted the length, making one end longer. He remembered how she pulled up a Youtube video before they went to that fundraiser for the Cancer Society when they started dating four years ago. Had it really been that long? “When was the last time you did this?”

He knew she heard the longing in his voice when her shoulders tightened. She didn’t look up at him, tugging one end under the other and pulling it up, draping it over his shoulder.

“The funeral.” Felicity whispered brokenly.

He closed his eyes, her sequined clutch biting into his fingertips. How could he forget? Guilt chewed his insides. “I’m sorry,” he breathed. “I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s fine.” Felicity’s voice wobbled slightly, and he wanted her to confide in him, to let him in even for just one minute, but he knew she wouldn’t. Not now that she was protecting herself, or trying to keep some semblance of her public persona in place.

Still, he had to try. “How are you dealing with-?”

“Oliver,” she snapped. “I said it’s fine.”

He wisely chose to keep his mouth shut. He didn’t want to anger her, especially not now.

She’d probably strangle him if he pushed her too far.

“Where’s Moira when you need her?”

His brow furrowed, breaking him out of his thoughts. “What?”

“I figured she’d teach you how to tie these damn things by now.” She muttered under her breath, folding one part over. 

“You can talk to her, you know that, right?” He kept his voice soft, trying to meet her eyes. “You didn’t have to cut us off when you left.”

Felicity bit her lip, and he could have sworn he felt her hands tremble.

He sighed. Choosing to back off - this was neither the time nor place - he picked a lighter topic. One that hopefully didn’t bring up bad memories. “Can you imagine what the tabloids would say if mayor Moira Queen still ties CEO Oliver Queen’s ties?”

Her blue eyes narrowed, studying him before seemingly coming to the same conclusion, almost like she could read his thoughts. 

Don’t talk about the elephant in the room.

“That’s something I’d love to see.” Felicity spoke slowly, almost like she was testing the waters. “I’d be willing to bet there’s some Queen Mansion video footage I can get my hands on.”

He huffed out a laugh. “You’d lose that bet.”

“Darn.” After a brief pause, she said, “It couldn’t be worse than the drama surrounding us.” A tiny smile blossomed on her face. She started to relax around him as she continued working on his tie. 

It seemed like the only thing that didn’t change was that the gossip sites and tabloids still loved them, even after four years.

“The drama surrounding us is a minefield. That witch from Starling’s Stars kept on asking me if we’re back together.” Felicity rolled her eyes. “Most of the paps kept on shouting similar things to me when I arrived tonight.”

“Me too.” He murmured. “The vultures are having a field day with that.”

He frowned, remembering how the paparazzi swarmed them two years ago. How they got a rise out of Felicity. How they had to seek solace at the Queen mansion to keep out of the public eye.

“We’ve both dealt with the latter countless times over the past couple years.” She smiled thinly up at him, her eyes twinkling with a hint of sadness. Her fingers momentarily stopped to lift his chin slightly before working on the knot that he always cursed. “Pretty sure having Moira doing your bowties would ruin your reputation.”

A smile tugged at his lips. “My reputation as CEO or as the other guy?”

Felicity leaned in with a mischievous glint in her eye, conspiratorially whispering, “Oh, definitely the other guy.”

Oliver chuckled, shaking his head, his eyes softening as he looked at her.

He suddenly couldn’t remember the last time she smiled at him like that, the last time they could joke like this.

Before the divorce, that’s for sure.

Felicity looked up, her lips parted like she was about to reprimand him for moving, but her eyes flitted over his face, almost like she was looking at him in a new light.

As his eyes met hers, he could have sworn that time stopped. Nothing else mattered except having her this close again. The speech didn’t matter. The politics of this night didn’t matter. Their divorce didn’t matter.

Because she was here right now. And he’d give almost anything to keep her here. Just like this.

His fingers tightened on her clutch, suddenly wanting to touch her. Hers dared to tilt his chin upward, breaking their eye contact. 

“You know the drill. No moving.” Felicity admonished him quietly, lightly patting his chest.

He was taken back to the first time she said those same words as she tied his bowtie in his bedroom, to the numerous times she did it for him when they were dating and when they were married with all the black tie events they had attended to keep the Queen family image intact. 

He wondered if she was also thinking of how similar the circumstances were, but how different they were.

Was it just him, or was she becoming more like the Felicity he knew?

He hoped so.

As he took a deep breath, he absently noted that she kept her perfume the same after all these years. With a sigh, he let it out, standing still, letting himself relax in her presence.

Oliver wondered if she still felt that connection between them. If they still had that connection that tied them together, some sort of invisible string that tied him to her... He wondered if she too was lost in the memories of the past.

Even with their separation, they still knew each other, their bodies still recognized each other. So when his ex-wife got into his space, he instantly relaxed. God, he missed her. Oliver was sure she’d be able to see it in his eyes if she actually looked up at him.

But her eyes were pinned to the black piece of silk fabric.

Still, he was thankful. The Humanitarian of the Year couldn’t go out in front of Starling City’s top one percent and give his acceptance speech with a messed up bow tie. His heart swelled for the woman in front of him, that she was willing to do something like this for him after all this time. That she still cared, despite everything that happened between the two of them.

Choosing to ignore the way his insides twisted, he asked her, “Are you ready to give your introductory speech?” Felicity kept her eyes glued to his bowtie, and he resisted the urge to gently press his lips to her forehead like he used to. He thought that she was just nervous, so he said, “Hey, you’ll be fine. I’m sure it’ll be great.”

She gave him a barely there smile in return.

Letting out a sigh, he could feel the words form at the tip of his tongue, his eyes softening. He felt her fingers pause as she folded down his collar, heard her breath hitch slightly, saw the way her eyes creased in sadness.

It was so slight that if she wasn’t in his space, he probably wouldn’t have noticed.

But he did.

And because she paused, he tensed, forcing himself to not say the words.

Felicity knew him, too. And because she knew him, she flinched.

He knew that she knew what he was going to say. They’ve said it countless times when they were together.

The words echoed around them. The two sentences were as loud as the silence between them. With silence between them, the air surrounding them became almost like a thick fog.

Her soft fingers brushed over the hair at the nape of his neck as she finished putting the silk fabric perfectly in place, but now Felicity steadfastly refused to look at him. 

Oliver closed his eyes, and he felt the air around him shift before her hand was a feather light touch against his cheek. Daring to lean into her hand, he relished in her warmth, feeling her hand lightly trace his scruff. He slowly opened his eyes, breathing out her name, begging her to look at him.

When her eyes finally met his, time stopped, and he wondered if she still wanted to go back in time to how things were before.

“Oliver... please.”

As if that was the signal, they immediately looked away. Clearing his throat, he returned her clutch before taking a step away from her, letting her hand fall back down to her side. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” She replied just as softly.

Their gazes lingered on each other. 

“A lot has changed in the last four years.”

“I never would have thought that we’d get here.” The look she gave him was indecipherable. Did she miss him? Did she still think about him? Did she regret divorcing him?

Oliver opened his mouth to ask... what? If they could try again? He fought the urge to tug his bowtie loose and ruin her hard work, suddenly feeling like it was choking him once more. What do you say to someone you’ve rarely seen in two years?

“Mrs. Queen?”

They both turned to look at the speaker - the guy with the clipboard. Oliver’s eyes darted to Felicity, her face suddenly pale. Her fingers turned white against her clutch.

A shot of protectiveness rose in Oliver. He had the irrational urge to grab the clipboard and hit him with it.His voice dropped to rival the tone of his voice modulator. “What do you want?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Ms. Smoak.” The guy corrected himself as he fumbled for words, holding the clipboard like a shield to protect himself. He gulped nervously. “We... we’re starting shortly. Ms. Smoak needs to give her introductory speech, then you will give your acceptance speech.”

He nodded, silently telling him to leave. As the guy scurried away and stood by the side of the stage, he turned back to his ex-wife.

Felicity pointedly did not look at him. Her eyes were closed, and she was taking deep breaths. He could see her building up her walls, her public persona reappearing, her blue eyes hardening, like the past few minutes didn’t happen.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“I’ll always protect you, Felicity.”

“That isn’t your decision.”

He sighed. They’ve had similar conversations before.

A wall stood between them once again. She didn’t look at him as she smoothed down her dress, picking off a piece of lint.

Oliver chastised himself. Things were going so well - as good as they could get, he supposed - and then he just had to ruin it.

“Ms. Smoak?” Someone called out. “If you could step this way.”

Before the divorce, he would have just stood there and watched her distance herself from him. He wouldn’t do that now.

She moved to get behind the curtain, but Oliver reached out, grabbing her elbow with a, “Felicity, wait.” He turned her so she was facing him, her eyes going wide with surprise. His ex-wife took a step towards him, like she instinctively wanted to get into his space, like she missed him as much as he missed her. But she pushed her clutch against his chest as if her mind caught up with what her body was telling her to do. 

For a microsecond, he had the urge to kiss her, but he pushed it down. He cleared his throat, his eyes searching hers for a second. 

“Make me look good.” Oliver finished.

She softened her gaze, her walls dropping just a little, and gave him a smile reminiscent of the old days, her fingers smoothing over his bowtie one last time. She pointedly glanced down at her handiwork before meeting his gaze once again, the barest hint of a smirk on her lips. “I believe I already did.”

Not even aware that he was doing it, Oliver’s fingers slid from her elbow up to her shoulder, and he watched as her eyes dilated, watched as her lips parted slightly. Her fingers lingered on the lapel of his suit as she took the smallest step towards him...

For that split second, he could have sworn that she leaned in closer, that she too felt that familiar zap of electricity between them.

Unbeknownst to them, a photographer stood a distance away, snapping their picture, forever freezing the moment.

In that blip of time, he imagined another world, one where they didn’t divorce. Maybe it would be one where he would place his hands on her waist and whisper something to her, making her face turn an adorable scarlet. Maybe she’d be carrying their child and he’d rub her swollen stomach. Maybe he’d kiss her sweetly before letting her go, keeping his grip on her hand for as long as humanly possible.

“Ms. Smoak, Mr. Queen,” Clipboard Guy said, giving them an annoyed look. “We’re starting.”

Oliver blinked, withdrawing his hand from her shoulder. They couldn’t go to that alternate universe, as much as he wanted them to.

“Yes, of course.” Almost like they were caught doing something illegal, she pushed away from Oliver like he had burned her. “Lead the way.” Turning back around, she straightened her shoulders, not looking back at him. Oliver could have sworn he heard her mutter something along the lines of, “Thank God for NDA’s or that would be plastered all over Starling’s Stars.”

Oliver remembered how much she hated the local tabloid segment. As she walked away, he refused to acknowledge the fact that he instantly missed her presence.

He followed a few feet behind her, curious as to what her speech would entail.

They both stopped at the edge of the stage, the blue and white curtain still keeping them from view. He wanted to whisper, ‘Good luck’, or run his hand up her back as a silent reminder that let her know that he believed in her.

For some reason, he held back.

The ex-wife of the honoree stepped in front of the curtain and walked up to the podium in the center of the stage, taking a second to adjust the microphone before she stared out into the audience.

Silence greeted her.

“Hello everyone. Good evening. For those of you who don’t know, I’m Felicity Smoak, CEO of Smoak Technologies. Oliver Queen is… he’s many things. He has many astonishing qualities.” She made a show of covering the microphone as she whispered into it. “Hold on. Am I really the best person to give this speech? He’s my ex.” 

The crowd chuckled with laughter, and despite the slight pang in his chest, his lips curled into a smile. He shook his head. Only she could have the guts to do that.

“In addition to that, he’s a son, a brother, a f-” 

Her voice barely wavered, but she cut herself off, turning her head to look back at him.

He knew what she was going to say. 

Their gazes locked, both of their eyes reflecting the same emotion before Felicity tore hers away. She looked back at the crowd of fancy suits with black bowties and gorgeous gowns with matching heels, clearing her throat.

To everyone in the audience, she looked calm and collected, but he knew her better than almost anyone.

She put her hands behind her back, digging her perfectly manicured nails into her palms, fine tremors making their way up her arms.

“He’s a fantastic businessman. He has done so much for Starling, for the people of this city.”

He heard the way her voice grew slightly thick, like there was a tadpole stuck in her throat. He exhaled a shaky breath, looking away from his ex-wife to focus on his mother. Moira was looking at Felicity, a look that was a combination of sympathetic, sad, and proud.

“After five years on an island, he returned home to save his city, and that is exactly what he’s done. He has taken Queen Consolidated to new heights, and increased the economic impact of The Glades by opening a club in the very place his father built a factory.”

Felicity’s voice rang out, gaining strength.

“He doesn’t give up, he always finds another way, and those are only a few reasons why I consider him a hero.”

She paused as the crowd applauded.

Warmth for this woman enveloped him.

“I am extremely proud to see him grow into the man he has become, and there is no one I would rather present the Humanitarian of the Year Award to. The man who has saved this city: Oliver Queen.”

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Hi! I already asked about this on your other blog but wanted to make sure that you got it so I am asking on here too. Is there anyway that you would repost Life behind the picture on ao3 or fanfiction.net? That fanfiction made me love olicity and I absolutely love reading it so it would mean alot if you would consider it.

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Chapter 29 of After the Fall is up on AO3! I've also written 90% a new chapter. Enjoy!

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I absolutely love your story Life Behind the Picture. I finally found some of it today but I wish there was a way I could read all of it. Is there anyway you would ever repost the full story on ao3 or fanfiction,net?

I’m reposting it! (some chapters will be missing like 3 or so) 💚

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Karma is a Queen - Chapter 14

After “perfect” Ray Palmer breaks up with her, Felicity wants karma to even the score. What better way than fake date the most infamously hot bad boy in town? Taking fate into their own hands, she and Oliver Queen decide to let the world think she changed him for the better.

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Time for a story - A.W.O.L.

Looking at the other side of the bed, Felicity decided that she had to kill Oliver.

Five seconds ago, she had been caught in a wonderfully steamy dream. She had been lying on the top of the desk in Oliver’s office at City Hall with the hem of her skirt pushed up over her hips and her panties discarded on the floor. Oliver had been about to give her exactly what she had wanted. He had dropped his pants, and he had taken his member into his hand, pushing his tongue against the inside of his cheek and giving her that kind of look. Then he had taken a step forward and-

- she had woken up. She had been lying in bed the same way that she had been lying on his desk. Her hands had been clenched to fists over her head. They had been holding onto the sheets instead of some random papers though. Her back had been arching off the sheets like it had been arching off the cool wood of the desk. Her legs had been spread to give room for the tingling feeling between her legs and for the man that had promised to make the best of that tingling feeling.

The abrupt ending of her dream had left her with a feeling of emptiness and dissatisfaction. She had been so close to have her husband give it to her in his office. Having that taken away from her so relentlessly had been just too much to take for a Sunday morning.

Of course Felicity had known an easy solution to her need of bringing her dream to a satisfying ending. She had turned around in bed under the blanket, willing to seduce her husband that never really needed much seduction anyway. When she had reached out her hand to touch his naked chest and start seducing him, the only thing her fingertips had touched had been the empty sheets.

So here she was now, lying in bed and staring at the empty side of the bed where her husband should be and hating him with every inch inside of her. She really needed Oliver right now, and he wasn’t here. She was sure that it went against the rules of marriage.

Felicity guessed she should have known that he had left the bed as soon as she had woken up. Usually, when she woke up, Oliver would lie on top of her with his head resting on top of her breasts. He always said that he loved listening to her heartbeat. She hadn’t noticed him sneaking out of bed though, so she hadn’t thought that he had actually left the bed.

Reaching out a hand, Felicity grabbed her hand from the nightstand and checked the time. It was eight thirty, a time Oliver was often out of bed already. He was probably out for a run. She got it, but it still wasn’t fair, and it definitely wasn’t okay.

Since she knew that she needed a quick solution to this problem, so she could solve the bigger problem of needing that damn orgasm, she started texting.

FQ: Had a special dream & am horny now. You better swing your ass back into bed before I take care of this myself in five minutes max or we might head into our first real marital crisis.

As soon as she had pressed ‘sent’, she swung her legs out of bed. After the terrible start into the day she had so far, she needed a coffee even more than she would need it after a good start into the day.

Felicity had just reached the door when a noise behind her made her turn around. Frowning, she looked around the room, but there weren’t any changes. Whatever she had heard must had come from outside. Someone had probably booted their trash can or something.

She was about to turn back to the door and get that coffee when a movement at the window made her flinch. She barely managed to bite back a screech, realizing that the movement came from a person that was right in front of their second-story bedroom window.

Within two seconds, she realized that the dark blonde hair and blue eyes didn’t belong to a stranger who would try to rob or kill them. Instead, they belonged to the very man that she had ordered to come here, so he could take care of her.

Felicity hurried to the window and opened it. She grabbed Oliver at the shoulders and pulled him into the room although she was sure that he didn’t need her help at all. The fact that he just landed on his feet easily and didn’t look stressed at all proved that. His shirt and forehead were sweaty and he was slightly out of breath, but Felicity doubted that it came from climbing up and in here.

In her hand, her phone started vibrating. The alarm for the unauthorized open window had gone off immediately. The system was exactly as reliable as it should be, Felicity thought, and typed in the code in before tossing her phone to the bed carelessly and turning back to Oliver.

A long moment of silence passed. Felicity was still looking at Oliver in disbelief, trying to understand what had just happened. Oliver, on the other hand, just grinned.

“And I thought this house was safe from anyone who would try to break in,” Felicity said eventually, “so much for that.”

“Of course it’s safe from people that want to break in.” Oliver’s grin widened. “I am living here. That doesn’t count.”

Felicity hummed and took a step forward, poking her forefinger into Oliver’s chest.

“For the record, if you had fallen down there and died, I would have killed you.”

Oliver grabbed her hand before she could poke his chest again. He lifted her hand to his lips and peppered sweet, little kisses to the tip of each finger. It made it impossible to even fake being mad at him.

“Whatever,” she told him, rolling her eyes and pulling her hand away from him, “I am need of some coffee.”

She turned around and took the first step to the door. Unsurprisingly, Oliver was faster than her. Within the beat of a second, he had pushed himself between her and the door, blocking her way out of the room.

“As far as I know,” he said slowly and waved his phone in front of her face, “you were in need of something entirely else.”

Felicity snorted. “That was before you scared the hell out of me, so if you excuse me and let me- down! Let me down!”

With a low chuckle and a shake of his head, Oliver had thrown his phone to the bed, stepped forward and lifted Felicity over his shoulder.

“Yeah, no way,” Oliver said, crossed the distance back to the bed and dropped her on it, “because you told me that you needed me to take care of you and your needs, so that is what I will do.”

He dropped her on the bed, so Felicity jumped up and down on the mattress a little. Within two seconds, he covered her body with his. His sweaty form pressed against hers. His lips started exploring the side of her neck.

Though she wanted to give into him instantly and continue where her dream had left them, she couldn’t resist the idea of teasing Oliver a little.

Wriggling underneath him, she tried to pull away from him. “You’re sweaty. And you stink.”

Oliver faltered, but she saw him roll his eyes. With a long sigh, he crawled back out of bed. Felicity had to admit that she was almost a little disappointed that he stopped so easily. There had been a time when he would have needed more convincing.

When he suddenly grabbed her hands, pulled her back into an upright position and lifted her over his shoulder once more, Felicity laughed though. Apparently, he wasn’t that easy to push away after all.

Without saying a word, Oliver carried her into the bathroom. He let her down on the floor right in front of the shower only to pull down her panties and drop them to the floor. Instead of taking off the shirt she had been sleeping in too, he pulled her close to him at the neckline of the shirt.

“Since I seem to be in need of a shower,” he whispered to her and leaned his lips so close to hers that Felicity could feel his breath against her skin, “I suggest that you come with me.”

Oliver didn’t leave her any time to object to his suggestion. He moved his hands to the back of her knees and lifted her into his arms. Her legs came to wrap around his hips, and her arms wrapped around his neck tightly. He carried her into the shower and pressed her back against the cool tiles. His lips started exploring the side of her neck.

Felicity loved it when they had sex like that. She loved it when it was somewhat rough but also very soft. Besides, since they had moved in here, the shower hadn’t been used properly, so it was about time, she guessed.

While Oliver was kissing and nipping at her neck playfully, Felicity just leaned her head back against the tiles and enjoyed. Oliver was very good with his lips and after all these years he knew exactly where to kiss, where to scrape his teeth against and where to bite down gently to bring her to the highest forms of pleasures.

This morning was no different. Felicity knew that she was wet and ready for him even before Oliver slipped a hand down her body and cupped his sex with his fingers.

“Oh god,” Felicity whispered and held onto the back of Oliver’s neck so tightly that her fingertips certainly dug into his skin there, “that’s so good.”

Oliver leaned his face against the side of her neck and hummed against her skin. The vibration made her skin tingle.

“And how good is this?”

Asking that, Oliver slipped two of his fingers into her tight channel. A long moan escaped Felicity’s lips, and she turned her head, so her nose pressed against Oliver’s temple. She breathed him in and dug her fingernails into his skin a little more.

“So good,” Felicity whispered.

Oliver started thrusting his fingers in and out of her. He curled his fingers inside of her while he was doing so. He just knew exactly how he got Felicity to where he wanted her.

It didn’t take Felicity long to feel a wave of pleasure washing around her. It was more of a splatter, but she could hear the loud roar of a giant wave. It was coming closer and closer and closer until-

“Ohhh!”

With a long moan falling from her lips, Felicity came. The pleasure rushed through her body and created little fireworks at the end of each nerve ending it seemed. She lost all sense for time and space. She couldn’t see or hear anything but Oliver. There was nothing but them and the way he made her feel.

Although the hot water from the shower caused steam to fill the air, she could feel Oliver’s warm breath against her ear. He had leaned his lips against the side of her face.

“Was that close to your dream?”

Felicity couldn’t say that she was really down from her peak of pleasure yet, but she knew that she would want and need more in seconds, so she didn’t want to waste any time.

“No,” she said with somewhat strong voice, “not yet.”

With quick hands, she hurried to pull down the zipper of Oliver’s jacket and pushed the fabric down his shoulders. She wanted him – all of him – and she wanted it now.

“I guess we have to continue until I have gotten it right then.”

Felicity chuckled and lowered her feet to the ground, so she could stand on her own feet. Doing so, she could push him a few inches away and make quicker work of his clothes. She took off his shirt and let the wet fabric fall to the floor. She hurried to unknot his sweat pants after that, hooked her fingers into their waistband and pulled them down with his boxer briefs in one go.

Stepping out of his sweatpants and boxer briefs that pooled around his ankles, Oliver took a step forward. He pushed Felicity back against the tiles at the wall and pushed one hand under her knee to wrap her leg around his hip and open him to her. Felicity could feel him hot and ready for her already. Obviously, she hadn’t been the only one that had been utterly turned on by the events this morning.

She moved her hands between them, took hold of his erection and moved her hand along it slowly. A guttural sound fell from Olive’s lips. His eyes went dark, and his jaws clenched together tightly. She could see it in the way his jaws tightened. His hips moved in rhythm to her hand’s strokes, pushing his cock into her hand eagerly.

As much as Felicity loved when Oliver took control and just took her, she also enjoyed moments like this very much. Oliver was so used to be in control over everything that it was good to see him give up all control and just hand it all to her. He trusted her so much that he would allow her to take all control. Just like that.

When his breathing quickened, he pushed away her hand and placed the head of his cock at her entrance. Raising his gaze to hers, so their eyes locked, he pushed into her and filled her completely. He only stopped when he was buried into her to the hilt. He paused then, giving them both the moment to adjust and enjoy.

Having sex with Oliver always felt so special. It didn’t matter how often they had done it already or where and how they had done it already. Every new time was special, and Felicity doubted that she could ever get enough. As corny as it sounded, it was simply because she loved Oliver so much. She loved him so much that every time felt like it was new and special.

Felicity moved the tips of her fingers through Oliver’s stubble. She started at his chin and moved them all the way to the lope of his ear and from there to the back of his neck. She placed her hand there and pulled him closer until they lips came clashing together. Oliver’s tongue slipped into her mouth, while his front teeth were scraping against her bottom lip.

Moaning into his mouth, Felicity wrapped her arms around him as tightly as she could. Balancing on the toes of her left foot, she started moving her hips. Oliver chimed in with her movements instantly. He tightened his hand behind her knee and put the other hand against the tiles of the shower. His lips never let hers.

They both moved unhurriedly. Despite their need for each other and the way they had planned to ravish each other, they just took their time now. Lazy morning sex was what they were going for because the lazier they moved, the longer it would take for them to end this. There was no rush. They could take all the time in the world.

While the water kept pattering down on them, they kept kissing, touching and thrusting. It was a perfectly quiet Sunday morning. It was a morning to memorize for sure.

Time became irrelevant. Felicity had no idea how much time passed until she felt another orgasm approaching her. Her toes started tingling, and her breath became more and more erratic. She was about to get lost in Oliver, and she could feel that he wasn’t far from hitting his peak of pleasure either. His thrusts weren’t as controlled as they had been at the beginning. His fingertips were digging into her skin so much that they might leave marks there.

“You know,” he whispered, visibly trying to hold on to his self-control long enough to say whatever he felt he needed to say, “if that is my punishment for being absent without leave, I might do that more often.”

Felicity grinned as much as she could because her body was slowly stopping to listen to what she wanted it to do. She grabbed some strands of his hair at the back of his head and pulled at them firmly.

“Don’t you dare,” she pressed out between gritted teeth, “or I will show you how mad that can truly make me.”

“Oh, don’t tempt me.”

“Trust me. There is nothing tempting about it.”

Felicity scratched her fingernails down Oliver’s back, making him groan. His lips lost his rhythm at the same time, and Felicity felt her own orgasm being triggered by Oliver’s orgasm. Both of their bodies were shaking, still holding onto one another.

Maybe he would get a real punishment for going AWOL the next time. This morning, he would just take the reward he was offered for it.

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i'm sorry | olicity one shot

idk what im doing but well- thaaat happened

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Ch12 The Gift You Gave Me

Oliver, after much convincing, got Thea to go home. 

She was rather reluctant to leave Felicity’s side, but with a promise to attend dinner. She was on her way.

John was utterly amused, especially when once Thea was gone Felicity turned her full focus on Oliver, who had the decency to look like a scolded puppy.

“Felicity, I-“

“The next words out of your mouth better be an apology and not an excuse, Oliver Queen.” Felicity said sternly.

Oliver fell silent.

“I’m waiting,” said Felicity, expectantly.

“I thought you and Thea hit it off.” Oliver’s brow furrowed.

“We did.” Felicity grabbed her jacket, pulling it on. “But that doesn’t mean she didn’t grill me about every little detail of my life.” 

Oliver winced and looked at John.

“Don’t look at me. This is your mess,” said John, his amusement only increasing with Oliver’s pleading puppy dog look.

Oliver barely suppressed a groan. “I’m sorry.” 

“And?”

“I shouldn’t have left you to be interrogated by my sister.” Oliver continued.

“No, you shouldn’t have.” Felicity agreed. “Just consider yourself very lucky that I happen to like your sister a lot after spending hours with her or else I would have made you regret it.”

Oliver nodded. “I promise to never ambush you again or leave you with my family without being sure you’re okay with it.” 

“That’s all I ask,” said Felicity, grabbing her bag. “Now, let’s get going. We have things to do before dinner with your sister tonight.” 

“I’m not expected to be there, right?” asked John hopefully.

“No, you get to go have dinner with Carly and AJ. while I and Oliver get to explain that we are just friends despite my special condition.” Felicity answered. 

“I’m sorry, what?” Oliver interjected. “How does she know?”

“She’s smarter than people give her credit for?”

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Oliver moved around Felicity’s kitchen, gathering her a bowl of her favorite ice cream. 

Felicity saw it as a bribery to forgive him for today. One Felicity was glad to accept. She was craving something sweet.

“So, Thea know’s your pregnant. What else does she know?” Oliver wondered.

“We were in a public place. I said we could talk more about it at dinner tonight.” 

“What more is there to talk about?” Oliver asked while stealing a bite of her ice cream.

“Like the fact that she thinks you’re the father. She has no idea that Tommy,” her voice caught on his name, but she pushed through. “And I were together and believes you and I are more than friends.”

“Is that such a bad thing?” Oliver wondered.

“I’m sorry, what?” 

Felicity would’ve been less stunned if he told her he was going to reveal his true identity to all of Starling City.

“All of Starling hates anything related to Merlyn. I know they hate my family too, but while my parents were accomplices of the Undertaking, Malcom was its orchestrator.” Oliver reasoned. “You said it yourself being a Merlyn right now is like living with a bullseye on your back.”

She did say that, but she was scared at the time and thinking of everything her child would face from having Merlyn blood. 

And now all these reasons were still valid.

Her child will be in danger from the moment the world learns Tommy Merlyn was the father.

Even now that his body was resting 6 feet under, Tommy was being blamed for his father’s crimes, his memory tarnished. However,to lead everyone to believe Oliver was the father would come with its own problems.

Maybe it would be better to just say she had a drunken one-night stand and didn’t know who the father was and had no way of finding them.

“That doesn’t mean you have to say it’s yours. We don’t have to lie to your family,” Felicity argued.

“You’re right.” Oliver said after a moment. “But I want to be there and I think it’s the most logical option.”

“How do you figure?” Felicity wondered.

“I want to be there for you every step of the way. I want to go to every doctor appointment and I don’t ever want you to be alone in this,” Oliver said. “However, my life is complicated. More so than ever, with my mother’s involvement in the Undertaking being public knowledge. I’m always going to be a public figure. The media will most likely paint me as the father when they see us together all the time.”

“And you’re okay with that?” asked Felicity skeptically.

“Honestly, I encourage it. I want to protect you and your precious cargo. I want to give your child all the opportunities that Tommy would’ve.” Oliver said. “I want to make sure you both will have whatever you need.”

“I appreciate everything you want to do. I really do, but this isn’t a decision to make impulsively,” Felicity said. “We need to talk about this more. Look at it from every angle before marking a decision about this.”

Oliver nodded. “I’ll do whatever you want to, but there’s still my sister to deal with tonight. We’ll have to tell her something.”

“I know,” said Felicity.

Oliver understood Felicity’s hesitancy, but he knew he wasn’t going to change his mind about this. He wasn’t be impulsive. He thought about this over and over. It’s what he wanted, and he knew he would be able to give Felicity and the baby everything Tommy would’ve if he were here.

However, that was the thing. Tommy wasn’t here, he will never be able to, but he could do this for him.

He could protect Felicity and the baby. He could make sure they could want for nothing. He could be whatever they needed him to be.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“Is it too late to turn back now?” Felicity asked Oliver, standing in the foyer of his home. 

She liked Oliver’s sister, but she wasn’t ready for another Thea Queen interrogation. Especially not one regarding her pregnancy.

“Yes, it is.” Thea walked into the room. 

Oliver took Felicity by the hand.

“Raisa is setting the table and dinner will be served in half an hour.” Thea hooked her arm with Felicity. “Do you remember my promise from earlier?”

Felicity's eyes lit up as she pulled her hand from Oliver’s, her earlier reservations forgotten.

“What promise?” asked Oliver, looking at the pair.

“Thea promised pictures to go along with stories about you as a kid.” Felicity grinned.

“Thea, no.” Oliver looked at his sister sternly.

Thea was unphased. “Ollie, why don’t you go help Raisa?”

Before Oliver could protest further, Thea was tugging Felicity from the foyer and into the room his mother used to entertain the important guests.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Once they had settled on the couch, Thea retrieved the family album filled with pictures of Oliver’s adolescence.

Oliver watched from the doorway as Thea began telling a story of the time he and Tommy had tried to create their own chocolate fountain when they were twelve and when they were caught. They claimed it was her idea. She wasn’t even 3 at the time.

Oliver was tempted to interrupt, not wanting Thea to get into the really embarrassing stories of his youth, but couldn’t bring himself to do it. Not with the way Felicity’s eyes were lit up and the smile that brightened her face. Oliver lingered a little longer before pushing off the doorjamb to go see if Raisa needed any help.

A few minutes later, Oliver found Raisa setting the place settings. “Here, let me do that.” Oliver took over, setting the table. “Raisa, would you like to join us for dinner?”

Raisa looked up in surprise. In all her years working for the Queens, never had she been asked to join them for dinner.

“No,” she shook her head and smiled softly. “Thank you for asking, but I ate something earlier.”

“Well, if you change your mind, the offer stands.” Oliver assured her.

Raisa smiled and patted his hand affectionately. “You’re a good man.”

Oliver covered her hand with his own, appreciating the sentiment even if he didn’t quite agree with her.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Felicity laughed as Thea pointed out a photo of both Tommy and Oliver, covered in chocolate from head to toe.

“Not for the first time. Ollie and Tommy got it in their head that it would be fun to have a chocolate fountain for my eighth birthday. Really, they wanted to lick chocolate off their flavor of the day. So I pushed them into the fountain.”

“That sounds like them.” Felicity murmured, her eyes finding another photo of a beaming Thea, with Oliver and Tommy freshly showered, bright smiles in place.

Felicity's left hand rested on her stomach as her finger hovered over Tommy’s image. He looked so young, carefree. Happy. His blue eyes shined with so much life.

Tears gathered in Felicity’s eyes.

Thea stared down at Tommy’s image. “I miss him so much.”

“Me too.” Felicity's voice cracked, and she took a shaky breath.

Thea’s eyes shot to Felicity, hearing the tears in her voice, but it was the pain in Felicity’s eyes that had a vice constricting around Thea’s heart.

It was the look of someone who had lost their other half.

Thea’s eyes flickered from Felicity’s hand resting over her stomach to the way she caressed Tommy’s image.

The sadness that suddenly radiated from Felicity. Grief came off the blonde in waves. 

“Oh my God.”

Felicity looked at Thea questioningly.

“Tommy.” Thea said, eyes wide." Tommy’s the father. Not Oliver."

Felicity was quiet for a long moment. “You’re smarter and more observant than people give you credit for.”

Without a word, Thea threw her arms around Felicity, clinging to her.

Felicity wasn’t sure how to react, but when the younger woman started to lightly shake around her, her arms came up around her, instinctively trying to comfort her. “It’s ok. You’re okay.”

Thea sniffled against her, shaking her head. Felicity rocked her gently, humming quietly.

In that way, her momma did for her when she was a little girl, and was upset

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Oliver walked back into the room to tell Thea and Felicity dinner was ready, but stopped short.

He hadn’t really seen Thea cry since everything that happened. Not really.

Thea hated to have people see her as weak. A trait he believed she got from their mother.

Yet here she was, crying on Felicity’s shoulder and letting her comfort her.

She was letting herself be vulnerable. Felicity seemed to have this ability, this warmth that made you open up to her, especially when you were feeling your most vulnerable.

He remained silent, just observing.

Felicity looked up at him not long after.

‘Thank You,’ he mouth silently, hoping she could see in his eyes how grateful he was for her being there for his sister.

‘Anytime,’ she mouth back.

Oliver slipped quietly from the room, giving Thea a little longer.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Thea sniffled, breathed deeply.

“I’m sorry.” She said, pulling away from Felicity. 

“Don’t be.” Felicity said. “contrary to popular belief that the best way to deal with emotions is not to bottle it up. It is better to let it out sometimes.”

Thea laughed and reached for Felicity’s hand. 

She clasped back tightly." It’s okay to cry." 

“Thank you,” said Thea gratefully, and Felicity smiled.

“Raisa says dinner is ready,” Oliver announced. Appearing in the open entryway.

Thea quickly wiped at her eyes. “I’m going to freshen up real quick.” She said, excusing herself. 

“Ice cream after dinner,” Felicity ask Oliver hopefully as Thea retreated from the room.

Oliver couldn’t help but smile. He extended his hand to her.

Felicity placed her hand in his, allowing him to help her up.

“Is Thea okay?” asked Oliver, moving his hand to her lower back as he guided her from the room.

“No, but I have a feeling she will be,” Felicity replied. “She’s strong. She’ll pull through. We all will.”

Oliver was glad to hear her include herself and sound like she meant it.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Oliver pulled Felicity’s chair out for her as Raisa brought in the last of the food.

“Welcome, Miss Felicity.” Raisa greeted with a welcoming smile.

“Hello, Raisa. I hope you will be joining us?” said Felicity in return.

“I can’t but thank you.” Raisa smiled. 

“Next time?” Felicity insisted.

“I’ll join you for breakfast in the morning.” Raisa promised.

“Oh,” Felicity’s face flushed. “I’m not spending the night.”

Raisa hummed. “Then Mr. Oliver will bring you for breakfast then.”

Before Felicity or Oliver could respond, Thea emerged, joining them at the table and Raisa took the opportunity to slip from the room. 

“So, Tommy’s going to be a father?” said Thea, lifting her glass of water to her lips.

Oliver looked at Felicity.

“I didn’t tell her,” said Felicity. “She figured it out when I started crying, looking at his photos.”

“I’m sorry, I just assumed it was Ollie’s.He rarely has female friends.” Thea apologized. “And I thought Tommy was with Laurel. I had no idea he was seeing someone else.”

“It’s complicated.” Oliver said in defense of Tommy and Felicity.

“I’m not judging,” Thea said quickly. “I’m just trying to understand.”

“It’s okay.” Felicity said, but didn’t elaborate more on her relationship with Tommy. 

She knew if she started really thinking about it, talking about him. There would be nothing to keep her from crying. And once she got started, she was afraid she’d never be able to stop. 

“What are you going to do?” Thea asked. 

“I’m keeping it.” Felicity answered. “This baby is the last piece of Tommy I have, and it’s a part of me. I won’t give that up.”

“Do you have a support system? Someone to help you?” asked Thea." Do you have family here?"

“Thea, slow down with all the questions.” said Oliver. “You’re going to overwhelm her.” 

“It’s alright.” Felicity waved away Oliver’s concern. I don’t have family here, but I know a thing or two about single mothers. I was raised by one. I know it won’t be easy, but nothing worthwhile is. And yes, I have a support system." Felicity looked at Oliver. “I have Oliver and my friend John. I’m not alone.”

Oliver smiled and reach out to squeeze Felicity’s hand.

Thea reached out to cover Felicity’s other hand. “And you have me.” Thea grinned. “I will spoil this kid rotten. It’s my duty as its aunt.”

Felicity laughed. “It’s only right.” She agreed. 

“If you’re meant to spoil them, what am I supposed to do?” Oliver asked good-naturedly. 

“You’re the boring uncle, obviously,” said Thea. 

“Obviously.” Oliver repeated, sharing a smile with Felicity, and Thea grinned.

The rest of dinner was entertaining with both Queen siblings sharing stories from their youth with Felicity.

Raisa returned to gather up the dishes after Thea excused herself to accept a call. However, Felicity insisted she and Oliver take care of the dishes and wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Felicity washed the dishes while Oliver toweled dried them.

“You know, we do have a perfectly good dish washer?” Oliver pointed out.

“A little work and effort never hurt anyone.” Felicity retorted, making Oliver laugh. 

Raisa smiled from the kitchen island behind them where she was seated, writing her meal plans for the next day.

And although Ms. Felicity insisted she wouldn’t be there, she had every intention of preparing a healthy balanced meal to benefit a woman in Felicity’s condition.

Raisa quietly observed Felicity and Oliver, watching when Felicity would offer up small smiles and the way Oliver laughed with her.

Raisa noted even in difficult times, the pair could make each other smile.

It was a strong bond they were forming, and she hoped it would continue to grow.

She liked Ms. Felicity. She was good for Mr. Oliver and Raisa thought she could be good for all of them.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

After the dishes were done, Thea managed to convince Felicity and Oliver to join her for a movie.

Felicity agreed with the promise of mint chocolate chip ice cream.

It was a chick flick which Oliver complained about but sat through it next to Felicity. Felicity was half asleep against Oliver’s shoulder when the credits rolled.

Oliver gently slid a pillow beneath Felicity’s head and slowly moved off the couch.

Thea watched as he slipped his shoes on, followed by his jacket. “Where are you going?” 

“I have to get Felicity home,” he answered, slipping keys from the coffee table into his pocket.

Felicity, hearing her name mention, slowly rose. “I do need my bed.” Felicity covered her mouth to hide a tired yawn.

“Why don’t you stay here?” Thea suggested. “There’s plenty of room.”

“I don’t want to impose.” Felicity replied, standing and stretching slowly.

“You’re not.” said Thea. “Stay.”

“You did promise breakfast with Raisa tomorrow.” Oliver reminded her.

That was true. If she went home, she would’ve to get up earlier than she planned to come over here for breakfast.

“I didn’t bring a change of clothes.” Felicity protested weakly.

“I’m sure we can find you something,” Thea insisted.

Felicity chewed her lip hesitantly.

“I would really like it if you stay.” Thea was like a dog with a bone and wasn’t ready to give up.

“Can I sleep in Tommy’s room?”

Oliver’s eyes softened as surprise flitted across Thea’s face.

“Of course.” Oliver said, gripping her hand. ‘’Anything you want."

“Okay then.” Felicity conceded. “I’ll stay.” 

“I’ll bring you a change of clothes.” Thea said and disappeared from the room.

“I’ll walk you.’’ Oliver placed the palm of his hand against her back.

“Good, cause I’m having trouble remembering where it is.” Felicity replied. And Oliver chuckled in response.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Felicity stepped into Tommy’s old room and, strangely enough, it felt like coming home. All the touches of Tommy never failed to set her at ease.

Oliver leaned in the door, instantly seeing a change in her. Her spine wasn’t as rigid, her shoulders relaxed. There was an ease that set in the moment she stepped into the room.

Felicity sat down on the edge of the bed and let her hair down from her signature ponytail. 

Oliver watched as she ran her fingers through it, trying to tame her blonde curls.

“Okay, so I was able to find a pair of my pajamas that look like they could fit you,” Thea said, walking into the room with a bundle of clothes. “And I’ll have something for you to wear in the morning.”

“Thank you.” Felicity excepted the bundle of clothes.

“You’re welcome.” Thea stepped back out of the room. “See you tomorrow.”

While Thea started back down the hall, Oliver lingered in the doorway.

“If you need anything..”

“I know,” Felicity smiled in thanks. “You’re right across the hall.”

Oliver nodded and left the room a few minutes later, giving Felicity time to get settled in.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Thea was waiting in Oliver’s room for him.

“I wanted to talk,” Thea told him.

Oliver settled behind his desk. “What do you want to know?” he asked knowingly.

“How long did you know about the baby?” asked Thea.

“Felicity told me not long after Tommy’s funeral.” Oliver told her.

“And how long have you known about Tommy and Felicity?” Thea asked.

“Felicity was Tommy’s emergency contact,” he said, shocking Thea. “She was a wreck after learning of his death. I found her sobbing so hard she couldn’t breathe. That’s how I found out.”

“It was pretty serious between them, wasn’t it?” asked Thea, not really expecting an answer. “I mean, Tommy made her his emergency contact.”

It made Thea wonder what else Tommy might have done.

“They were in love.” Oliver answered. “I don’t think it gets more serious than that.”

Thea came to lean on his desk in front of him. “I can’t believe Tommy’s gonna be a dad, and he’s gonna miss it. He always wanted a family of his own.”

“I’ve been going to the baby appointments.” Oliver confessed. ‘’I thought if Tommy couldn’t be there, then I would."

“How far along is she?” asked Thea.

“Not long. I think almost two months. I’m not for certain, though. Still, I got to hear the baby’s heartbeat and see the baby on the ultrasound. It’s so surreal, speedy.”

“What?” Thea breathed. “I wish I could’ve...” she trailed off.

Oliver pulled out his wallet and removed a folded photo. He unfolded it carefully and held it out.

Thea reaches out slowly, holding the photo in her hands carefully, like broken glass. She stared down at the sonogram, her eyes watering. “Wow,” she said in awe. “Knowing it and seeing it are two different things. This makes it so much more real.”

Oliver nodded in agreement, accepting the photo Thea gingerly handed back to him.

“I wish Tommy was here.” Thea murmured sadly. 

“You and me both, Speedy.” Oliver reached out, taking her hand, squeezing it in support.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Felicity stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her body. Droplets of water falling from the wet strands of her hair. She stepped up to the dresser and pulled out one of Tommy’s shirt’s. She sprayed it with his cologne on the dresser before slipping it on.

She finished getting dressed, pulling on the pajama bottoms Thea loaned her.

Combing her fingers through her hair, she slipped beneath the covers on Tommy’s side, burying her face in the pillow. She prayed she wouldn’t have another nightmare.

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summary:

Olicity Fanfic ARGUS!Felicity Married!Olicity AU

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What if Oliver and Felicity met at ARGUS three years before Oliver Queen was found alive? What if they still fell in love, despite Oliver being at his darkest? What if Oliver Queen still came back to Starling City to right his father's wrongs? Only this time, with a wedding ring and a more emotionally stable mind-set?

teaser:

“Hey,” He deliberately softened his voice against her steely eyes, “I love you too, Speedy. And I know that these past years couldn't have been easy for you, with both me and dad gone-”

“Gone? You were dead , Ollie. Both you and Dad were dead. Mum had Walter but I had no one. And I know you’re back. And I am so happy that you’re back, but that isn't going to make the last five years just disappear, Ollie.” Thea’s voice trembled, “So, I'm sorry if I turned out to be some major disappointment-”

Oliver cut her off right there, “Hey, no.” He grabbed her arms, holding her because he knew all she wanted to do was walk out of there, “I'm so proud of you, Speedy.” He saw her eyes widen, tears filling but never falling, “You’re so strong, Thea. And I know that I've never been a very good role model, but you've always been the purest part of me. And that hasn't changed.”

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