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Perfect Little Pet – KHJ

P: Hongjoong x afab gender neutral reader | G: smut, oneshot | Inc: cruella!au, cruella!hongjoong, assistant!reader, 'Captain', 'pet', Felix mention, journalist!Wooyoung, Yunho mention, Wooyoung/Yunho mention, set in the UK, Trafalgar Square, flaring tempers i.e. Hongjoong's, fashion studio, cruella movie-esque fashion show, Hongjoong occasionally abusing his power, wet dreams, fwb ending, a lot of British references and general mannerisms, two smut scenes | Wc: 5.9k

W: d/s tones, 'Captain' used during sex, bent over the desk, dom!Joong, sub!reader, overstim, begging, wet dreams, blowjob, cumshot on face, backshot during sex, one/two uses of the word slut, 'pet' used during sex (please let me know if I've forgotten anything, I'm writing this post up at 1 am)| R: 18+ mdni

Summary: Captain. Anyone who’s anyone knows who that is; none other but the rising name in fashion and making a name for himself for his eye-catching and punk-inspired shows. And right there in the back, is obedient little y/n, the childhood friend. The assistant to the Captain and one of the few to know Hongjoong for who he is behind the scenes, uptight and frantic and so achingly desperate to be perfect. Good thing they’re the Captain’s perfect little pet.

Min's notes: We're starting the year off strong! And you may have figured it out already, but @hee0soo, I'm your secret santa! I had so so so much fun writing this, you have no idea. When I tell you I was giggling like an idiot when you answered my question in the server, it was perfect. I hope you like reading this! And this happens to be my longest fic <33 also, 'on the dole' = on benefits hehe

There’s graphite on his hands, smudged all over the sketchbook, and Hongjoong takes another look at the plain mannequin standing by its lonesome in his office. Something’s missing, he knows it. Is it the hem? The length of the sleeves? Whatever it is, Hongjoong can’t bloody tell and it’s driving him up the wall. The designer groans, dissatisfied with own progress and discards the sketchbook on his desk. He gets up with just as much frustration, boots stomping across the floor in the direction of the balcony. His production facility looms below him, hard at work.

Almost taunting him.

“Just one more…” he mutters, taking a reluctant step back into his seat, “one more of the bloody things and I’ll be ready for runway…” Sure, it is self-imposed encouragement, but it is encouragement. Hongjoong isn’t a beggar. He’ll take what he can get. And take, of course. Until his pencil simply drags along the paper with no real goal and he snaps the dastardly thing between his sleek fingers, throwing its remains against the closest wall. It clatters to the floor just as the frustrated designer storms towards the door to his office, opening it and unleashing a powerful tension upon the production floor.

“Bring y/n up here!”

Y/n shivers from where they stand, helping move a box of supplies into the stock room. No matter how long they’ve stood by Hongjoong’s side, there is nothing that will help them get used to the sound of him barking out a command like that. A frustrated Hongjoong is a live wire – temperamental, snappy, and not someone to be approached without caution. They freeze with the box for just a moment before it’s taken out of their hands by one of the new starters.

“Captain sounds pretty miffed,” they say, pulling on the sleeve of their hoodie, “go on, I’ve got this!”

“If you’re sure…”

“Course I am luv, go on already~” And y/n is all but gently shoved out of the stock room, left to face their employer. And childhood friend.

All eyes are on y/n as they walk through the building towards those ever-familiar stairs, trying to ignore the weight of everyone’s gaze. It’s just Hongjoong, our Joongie, there’s nothing to be anxious over, their mind repeats, heels clicking along the wooden panelling amongst the unusual human silence. Seconds go by excruciatingly slowly, and finally, y/n stands in front of Hongjoong’s office. One steadying breath, and then another.

The door opens before they have a chance to knock, Hongjoong all but yanking his assistant inside and locking the door behind them both. There’s an impatient energy in the room, furthered even more by the fact y/n watches their friend pull them along to the mannequin and frantically go about putting his prized mannequin back by the window where it overlooks the production floor.

“Lean against the wall for me, will ya?” Hongjoong asks, reaching for his sketchbook once again, certain he’s found a muse in y/n. They have this gait around them that would work just so well with his new line, it would be criminal if he doesn’t capture it on paper at least once. Well, perhaps a few times, because the creativity comes back with a vengeance. His pencil glides along the cartridge paper with ease, framing y/’s silhouette perfectly and a grin erupts on his face.

Finally. Finally, he can make a start on creating the showstopper piece.

Time is but an illusion as Hongjoong works on his piece, occasionally looking up to really solidify the vision he’s got in mind. Y/n’s holding themselves just the way he needs them to, providing just the right amount of feedback and silence he needs, and Hongjoong might as well be inside a creative paradise of his own making. He’s found the right formula. He’s found his new muse, perfectly shaped in the image of y/n, his little assistant. The outfit seems to come together all on its own as he draws, each stroke of the pencil working in tandem with each other to create a look he knows will absolutely shock the viewing public in Trafalgar Square.

It’s around an hour later when the design is finally complete, Hongjoong’s mind at ease as he does one last look over everything. He’s done it. The look is perfect. There is just one thing…

He’s rather hungry now.

“Right,” he starts, setting his sketchbook down, “that’s us done here y/n, thanks again pet~”

“O-oh, it’s no prob—”

“But do get us a spot of lunch, would you? I’ve been dying to try out that new brunch café. I want either a chicken alfredo or a chicken Caesar salad, understood?” He tosses y/n his wallet as they begin to leave, turning on his heel and collapsing into his office chair with a yawn.

“Your regular coffee too, Captain?” Y/n asks. Oh, what a darling they are.

“You know me too well~ of course I want my coffee. I want them both here by the half hour.”

“Yes, Captain.”

Checking the time as they leave the café, y/n breathes a sigh of relief: they’ve got at least another fifteen minutes to make it back to the factory if they can get to Hongjoong’s favourite coffee spot before the lunchtime rush, otherwise they’ll be late. So, they make a break for it, taking extra care to leave their Captain’s lunch flat in their bag lest they have alfredo decorate the inside of the gifted Nevada Leather Weekender slung over their shoulder. The coffee spot itself is only a few metres away, less than a few minutes to run, but every second counts in the world of the Captain.

Lady Fate is on their side it seems, because there absolutely no sign of a queue, or even the beginnings of one, when y/n makes it to the coffee shop. Aurora, a quaint little place y/n remembers Hongjoong spending almost every free minute in before they watched their friend shoot to success, when they were still just two friends with a dream. Their running slows to a brisk walk as they enter, greeting the barista with a smile and getting a card ready as soon as they confirm they’re after the usual iced latte with two extra shots of espresso and a shot of vanilla. Once payment goes through and the coffee is in their hands, y/n is out of there in a heartbeat, eager to make it back in time.

“Look at you~ exactly two minutes early,” Hongjoong muses as he sees y/n walk into his office. He pockets his stopwatch, hangs his custom-made coat on the coatrack and takes his coffee. “If there’s anyone I trust to make coffee the way I like it, it’s that pretty one with the deep voice. Face of an angel, but, God, that voice?”

Oh. His lunch is on the desk, but y/n is still here.

Strange.

“Well, are you waiting for me to say something? Run along now, pet, go… oh, I don’t know, busy yourself until I need you.” He chuckles, shooing them away and waving with his fingers once y/n is finally out of the door and Hongjoong can eat his lunch in private, just the way he likes.

Y/n’s bag slides down their arm and onto the floor of their studio flat as they step inside, well-earned exhaustion lacing their bones and pulling a yawn out of their mouth as they fall onto their sofa. They’re used to running all over London for Hongjoong, sure – hell, their daily step count always passes ten thousand – but it’s the weeks leading up to one of his planned fashion event-hijackings that y/n truly feels the burn. Where they truly feel pushed to their tether.

But it’s always worth it in the end, they remind themselves in between making themselves a cup of tea, watching the kettle boil. Together, they will achieve worldwide success, their brand – Silver Light – will be in every boutique and everyone will know who the Captain is. Y/n spoons a teaspoon of sugar into the mug, pops in the teabag and pours the boiling water and milk, huffing at the connection their mind puts together.

They’re the teaspoon of sugar. Not the main event, no, but an addition to make things sweeter. To make Hongjoong’s plans sweeter.

“New sources and evidence have since come to light regarding the hijacking of Oxford Circus last week. The impromptu fashion show was caused by the organisation called Silver Light, headed by someone calling themselves the ‘Captain’, who witnesses say was armed with a cane, yet no one has been harmed. Following an insider comment…”

The rest of the news story plays on tv, y/n’s interest piqued when they recognise the journalist behind it all. One of Hongjoong’s newer friends, a trusted insider working for the BBC that y/n’s met a good few times. They grab their phone from its charger, unplugging it and dialling the number they’re looking for. It’s a few seconds before they hear the call pick up on the other end of the line.

“Can it be~?” Wooyoung’s voice sings through the phone, “the Captain’s assistant is calling little ol’ me~?”

“Good evening to you too, Wooyoung.” Y/n laughs, ever fond of the charming journalist. “I’m watching your news report tonight, my… you know just how to create the right kind of excitement. A master with words, one would say. Just how do you it~?”

“Y/n, darling,” y/n can almost see the playful rolling of the journalist’s eyes, “you’re flattering me, you know? But flattery gets you everywhere with me, so thank you ever so much.”

The conversation goes on for another half hour, y/n giving Wooyoung all the subtle information he needs to create the next buzz around Silver Light’s next big show. There needs to be a sizable crowd for Trafalgar next week, and Wooyoung is just the right person to weave his words and create that buzz y/n knows Hongjoong is looking for. All manner of press and paparazzi should be there; Silver Light needs to be on the front cover of every broadsheet and tabloid in England.

And when they switch to video call so Wooyoung can jot everything down, y/n chooses to ignore the knowing glance sent their way. They’ve had this conversation before, plenty of times even – concern that all of y/n’s efforts aren’t their own will, that Hongjoong’s somehow forcing them to be his assistant. That couldn’t be further from the truth.

They make themselves another cup of tea, and sigh when Wooyoung still refuses to back down.

“Woo, I know that look,” they sigh, already knowing what comes next. The concern, the lecturing. The you’re being his servant, y/n, you deserve more than that. “This isn’t something Hongjoong is making me do, I really do want Silver Light to succeed. This is my dream too, even if it doesn't look like I want it as much as he does, or it looks like he’s forcing me.”

“Y/n…”

“Have a little faith in me, hm?” They bargain. “I’ll be fine, I promise.”

“If you say so—” Wooyoung’s gaze snaps to something above the camera, “oh, Yunho’s home, he brought food! See you soon y/n~”

“See you soon, say hi to Yunho for me.”

The call ends, and y/n is left with their thoughts, a hot cup of tea, and a muted news channel playing on their tv. Rather than let themselves succumb to the impeding thoughts on the horizon, y/n sips on their tea, unmutes their tv and scrolls through BBC iPlayer until they find the most recent unwatched episode of MasterChef and hits play. The thought manages to persist, though.

Are they just Hongjoong’s errand runner? A simple cog in the machine that Hongjoong pays just that bit more attention to than the others?

Hongjoong’s footsteps echo along the floor as he walks through the production floor, inspecting every station as he passes them by. The Trafalgar show is but days away and he cannot afford a single error whatsoever. He’s counting on this one to be a success; Wooyoung’s articles have created the right kind of stir he needs, y/n’s been busting their ass helping him with the finer details, the last thing Hongjoong needs is his plan falling apart.

So why the fuck can he see someone stitching a button incorrectly?

“You!” He barks, storming over to the unsuspecting employee, fury lining his brows. It stuns the rest of the room into silence, terror in their eyes as they watch. “Are you trying to ruin this week’s show?! Just what the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?!”

They shiver, the poor thing, watching as Hongjoong furiously inspects the garment for any more errors. It’s a simple mistake really, a small oversight but they know better. Everyone at Silver Light knows better:

Captain doesn’t give second chances.

But then Hongjoong smiles. Not a genuine one by any means, no, but something that’s a little too sweet.

“What’s your name, darling?”

“M-my name is Felix, Captain—” whatever Felix tries to say is cut off by a heart-attack inducing bang, Hongjoong’s cane slamming down on their workstation in the blink of an eye. The shock sends Felix tumbling, and they prick their thumb on a fashion pin, droplets of blood staining the floor where they stand.

“Oh, just get out!”

“Captain, wait! P-please!”

“You’re fired, get out!”

A pin-drop silence echoes through the building, Hongjoong’s frustration palpable to everyone watching. The workstation is unmanned now, no one remaining to take the task, yet the buttons still need to be taken out and resewn on. Properly, this time. Exhaling, Hongjoong slips his cap off in favour of brushing his hand through his hair, the black and white split-dye messing up and framing his face.

What he needs right now, is y/n to make his problem go away. To be his reliable ally and fix the problem in his way.

He pats his coat down, looking for his phone and almost wants to cry out in relief when he finds the infernal device in his back pocket. A deep breath slips past his lips, and he calls y/n.

And like the angel they are, y/n picks up.

“…Joong?” They rasp out, clearly still tired. “It’s my day off, is everything alright over there?”

No, everything is not alright, Hongjoong wants to rant, the stress itching away at under his skin.

“I really, really wish it was, pet. How fast can you get here?” He asks, praying that the rustling he hears from the other end is y/n changing into their usual work outfit.

“Y/n? Pet?”

“Still here!” They call out, and Hongjoong has half the mind to kiss them when they arrive. “Just checked the traffic, I can make it in twenty?”

“Make it fifteen and I’ll get you that pretty gem of a car you’ve had your eye on.” Hongjoong offers, huffing out a laugh when y/n readily agrees, and the line goes dead seconds later. They’re on their way to Silver Light, and all his problems will be solved. For whom else can Kim Hongjoong rely on other than his y/n?

The clock ticks by agonisingly slowly, teasing Captain with every second that y/n is still on their way. Sure, he can fix this specific coat that Felix so wonderfully fucked up, but there’s a whole line of these that need to be done, and the designer is only human. He can’t do this alone. But he can relax because as soon as Captain resigns himself to hand-stitching every coat, y/n comes in through the door, hurrying over to the workstation and shoo-ing Captain away.

“And you fired him?! Over a button?!” Y/n asks, completely baffled as they listen to Hongjoong rant while they’re stitching the buttons properly. “You really have lost your marbles, Kim Hongjoong.”

“But you still came to my aid! Y/n, you know I couldn’t do all of this without you~” They deadpan, scoffing with smile they can’t control when Hongjoong latches himself onto their back in gratitude. “You’ll be able to handle doing the rest of the coat buttons, right?

Y/n rolls their eyes. They can handle it.

“Bring Felix back, and I’ll stay until the end of the day,” they bargain.

“Deal!”

Y/n doesn’t regret offering to help Hongjoong, really, they don’t, but they have a day off in the middle of the week for a reason. Exhaustion nips away them as they finish the last of the coat buttons, hanging the last one on the rack and patting the sleep out of their face as best they can. Felix is back inside, replacing y/n at his workstation with a meek smile and y/n doesn’t know whether to be happy the young man is back or give the split-dyed designer running the entire outfit a piece of their mind—

And Hongjoong’s calling them into his office.

There’s a corkboard standing when they enter, Hongjoong pinning post-its with various last-minute details. It’s chaotic — more so than usual. Y/n takes a few steps towards the board, reading Hongjoong’s ideas and avoiding the eccentric designer running circles around them.

“Why the last-second rush around?” They ask, still obediently helping Hongjoong sort out his mismatch of written thoughts. “I thought we figured all the details? You’re going to smash the event, Joong, I know what you’re capable of.”

“Awe, thanks y/n~” Hongjoong pats their shoulder. “Your unwavering faith in me is awe inspiring~”

“Oh, shut up,” y/n laughs, then yawns. Bloody hell, they’re tired. “I know I said I was going to stay for the rest of the day, but I’m asleep on my feet here... I can come in tomorrow?” It’s a risky bargain trying to convince Hongjoong like this, but it’s worth a try.

“Y/n, pet... You’re just fine, just sit in here for a bit,” and there goes their chance at rest as Hongjoong admonishes them. “And I need that brilliant mind of yours for later; can’t have you sitting at home, now can we~?”

No, no he can’t apparently. So, y/n stays, because of course they do.

But now it’s a day before the big hijack, at the god-awful time of one in the morning and Hongjoong is still deliberating over what to wear for the event, lovingly dubbed Project Trafalgar by his darling y/n. Y/n, who answered his messages only half an hour before and watches Hongjoong run around from their spot on his bed, legs crossed and looking oh so cute.

So easily corruptible. But he stores that thought away.

Hongjoong holds up one of his favourite blazers for y/n, a navy cropped piece he’s admittedly worn far too many times. It’s supposed to go with the rest of his outfit that’s already spent a good few hours working on, one that’s going to blow people’s minds away when he reveals himself once Project Trafalgar finishes successfully. Y/n tilts their head, examining the clothing and giving a sleepy thumbs up, nodding their head as they approve of his choices.

“You know~” Hongjoong sings as he goes to hang the blazer up in preparation for tomorrow. “Sometimes I think you’re the true genius behind our success, you always know just how to make everything look absolutely perfect.”

Y/n laughs, and Hongjoong wants to hear more of it.

“Is that Kim Hongjoong appreciating me I hear?” They tease, and Hongjoong gets to hear more of that endearing laugh when he mock-glares in their direction. “I’m just taking the mick, relax. I appreciate what you said, this is important to me. Silver Light and yourself.”

“You’re important me to me too, pet.” And it’s true.

His outfit hung up and decided, Hongjoong finally starts to feel the pull of exhaustion himself. Y/n really wasn’t lying when they said the designer was going to crash from his adrenaline high. He stretches, lithe and cat-like, and disappears into his ensuite to change into something a bit more… suitable for sleeping after an all-nighter putting together his outfit. His cleanser and other nighttime hygiene products are on the shelf above the sink, and Hongjoong figures that he might as well get started removing the stress of the day from his face.

“Y/n, darling,” he starts, “do you think that—”

Hongjoong stops talking when he gets no answering noise in return, and he pokes his head out of his bathroom. Y/n is asleep. He chuckles; of course, y/n is asleep because unlike himself, y/n actually has a normal sleep schedule.

So, he forgoes the question was going to ask them in favour of heading to his bed, lifting’s y/n’s head and resting it on his lap after he sits down. Their hair is soft, he finds, loosely getting his fingers tangled as he finds a strange comfort in the moment he's found himself in. The silence doesn’t help either; letting Hongjoong’s mind spill out words of gratitude he knows his pride would never let him say. It’s better that way, anyway.

But Captain isn’t entirely devoid of basic human empathy.

“Get some rest, pet,” he mutters, “you earned it, my busy little assistant.”

Hongjoong shivers, his head thrown back on the sofa of his flat as he watches y/n through near-shut eyes. They’ve got the head of his cock in their mouth, swirling their tongue around the tip and good lord does Hongjoong want to just buck his hips into y/n’s warm, pretty mouth and—

Not yet. Not if he wants to stretch this out and enjoy it just that little bit longer.

But apparently, he isn’t the only impatient one in the room because y/n wastes no time in getting more of his length inside their mouth, hand wrapping around the remainder. Cold hands and a warm mouth are a killer combination, and Hongjoong shivers with a groan, bucking his hips forward and enjoying the sound of y/n’s muffled surprise.

“Don’t you start acting like that, pet,” he says, reaching down to grab their hair. He gives a few testing thrusts and fuck does he want more. “You’re just as eager as I am, you and I both bloody well know that.”

A rhythm develops, one that has sinful noises bouncing around Hongjoong’s flat and a coil of heat building in his abdomen, his orgasm drawing closer by the minute. Y/n’s moans send vibrations up his cock, and it’s really not all that fair. Not when he’s trying so hard not to just shoot his load down y/n’s pretty throat.

But fuck if y/n isn’t trying to suck his soul out, their criminally talented tongue making his cock twitch. Higher and higher his voice climbs, until his hips are twitching, breaking his rhythm and Hongjoong wraps his legs around y/n’s back, gently forcing them to look him in the eye.

“Where do you want it, pet?” He’s met with y/n’s questioning blink before they tap their face and their chest. “Fucking tease, want me to paint you in my cum? That right, baby?”

They nod, pulling themselves of Hongjoong and yanking off their top in record time. His cock is in their mouth again, twitching as the coil builds and builds, until Hongjoong pulls out, pulling y/n’s face back and coming with a shout of their name.

“Fuck, darling...that was—"

Y/n’s startled awake when Hongjoong shoots up out of bed, watching through tired eyes as the frazzled man looks around the bedroom. They do the same, deciding under the cloud of sleep to not question how and why they ended up in the same bed, but whatever time it is, is no humane time to be awake. So, y/n pads around for their phone, checks the time, and groans.

It’s three in the morning.

“Joong...everything okay?” They ask, shrugging the cover over their face, eager to return to sleep.

“Hm? Oh— yes, yes... everything’s fine, just have Trafalgar on my mind.” Of course, he does. They roll their eyes, an affectionate chuckle and reach over to yank him back down, filing away the sound of Hongjoong’s squeak in the depths of their mind.

“Go back to sleep, love…it’s too early for you to fret.” Y/n says, the comfort of their words wrapped in the inviting warmth of sleep. They fall back asleep just as well, quickly enough that they miss the tint on Hongjoong’s face and his mumbled agreement.

There is all but one precious hour until Project Trafalgar is underway, and Captain has been fidgeting with his hands for the last half of it. He goes through every step of the process once, twice and he’s about to go through it a third time when Captain feels a hand on his shoulder. It’s y/n, and he takes a few deep breaths as per their instructions as his mind hits the breaks on his fretting.

“Captain, you’re doing it again.” They admonish. He blinks; he’s doing what? “Bloody hell, you’re the greatest fashion visionary in British history, this will go perfectly. Ok?”

“Ok.” Captain nods, maintaining eye contact. Reliable little y/n, always by his side. He keeps up with the eye contact, looking into the eyes watching him with so much confidence and unbridled trust that he can feel the confidence resurface under his own skin.

And then y/n leans forward to peck his lips, and his heart does a thing.

“Go on, show them all who Silver Light’s captain is.” Y/n chuckles.

“Are you saying they forgot, pet?” Hongjoong counters, the need to fret over last minute details gone entirely. “Tonight, will be unforgettable, I can promise you that much pet. Make sure you’re watching, hm?”

And watch, y/n does, as they stay hidden away from the obvious police presence Silver Light seems to attract and watch as Captain’s show begins. The music is loud, attention-grabbing and y/n feels excitement light up every nerve in their body. Months. Months and months of sweat, blood and tears has gone into every moment, and they watch the models come into view, each wearing an individual piece from Captain’s new line. It’s gorgeous. Utterly stunning, and y/n can’t help but snap a few pictures and record a quick video.

They’re going to need material to send to Wooyoung, after all.

The next half of the models make their appearance, and y/n very much joins the crowd’s cheering, clapping as each piece is given its moment and basking in the theatrics of it all. Everything sings with Hongjoong’s personal touch. It’s dramatic and elegant and everything that y/n knows to be the essence of Hongjoong’s taste and the Silver Light brand. The crowds are loud, and y/n uses the opportunity to slip away unnoticed from the police and the general public, back into the safehouse Silver Light had so kindly borrowed for tonight’s event. Sure, they’re going to miss when Hongjoong reveals himself and scatters leaflets inviting everyone to purchase an item from his collection, but they’ve seen that all before.

And then they fall asleep on the closest sofa.

Hongjoong bounces in with excitement as he pushes the door of the safehouse wide open, the leftover adrenaline coursing through his veins. He laughs, victorious and gleeful before yanking a now wide-awake y/n.

“Someone looks happy~” they comment, and Hongjoong stops outside his makeshift office, letting his adrenaline take the lead and planting a kiss on their lips.

“Oh, y/n,” he exclaims, pushing open the door and pulling y/n inside. “You have no idea! My darling pet, I~ will be making good on that promise I made.”

And almost immediately he has y/n pressed against the wall as he captures their lips in a kiss, eager and finally getting to act on that bundle of unspoken desire in his chest. A hand is cupping their cheek, tilting y/n’s head as Hongjoong’s tongue pushes past their bottom lip, demanding entry in the only way he can. He explores the warmth he had dreamt about, a chuckle sounding in his throat as y/n’s mouths feels just as good as he had imagined.

“Perfect…” he whispers, a trail of saliva connecting their mouths as he pulls away. “my perfect, perfect y/n…”

Hongjoong gasps in pleasant surprise when y/n makes the move to attack his neck, kissing and sucking on his skin with vigour. He relents, exposing his neck for his darling y/n and busies himself with the task of removing their clothes. By simply ripping them clean off, enjoying the surprised whimper that vibrates against his neck. He pulls them back just that little bit, running his gaze across their exposed body and—

Oh, how pretty his y/n is.

The hairs on the back of y/n’s neck stand up under Hongjoong’s eyes as heavy breaths leave their lips. This is happening now, and they want it, no matter what tonight will do to their friendship with the man in front of them. Whatever lingering hesitations they’ve ever had go out the window, and y/n wastes no time themselves in removing Hongjoong’s clothes, just that bit gentler about it than him.

“Pretty little pet,” they shiver as Hongjoong whispers in their ear. “Want to be good for me, don’t you?”

And they do. They really, really do.

Somewhere in between heated touches and the new hickeys being made on their skin, y/n watches as Hongjoong sinks to his knees, grabbing the inside of their thighs and getting dangerously close to their cunt. He’s taking his time, kissing just close enough to their folds, making y/n twitch in anticipation, but it’s not enough. They want more. Y/n needs more. So, they buck their hips, chasing the feeling but whimper the moment Hongjoong pulls himself away and holds them still.

“You said you’d be good for me, pet, didn’t you?” They nod.

“Then beg. Beg for me to get my mouth on that gorgeous little cunt like the good little slut we both know you are for me.”

So, y/n begs. Pleads with Hongjoong to shove his face in between their legs and eat them out until their knees buckle, for him to push his lithe fingers inside and wring cries out of their mouth. For Hongjoong to fuck them.

Satisfied, Hongjoong digs his fingers into y/n’s thighs as he pulls their legs apart, tutting as his favourite little pet tries closing their legs, suddenly shy. What, did they think he was joking?

“Still or I leave you like this, understand?”

“Yes, yes Captain…” And Hongjoong likes that.

“You keep calling me that, pet.” He says, and wastes no time in pulling himself closer, licking a fat stripe along y/n’s folds. They’re wet, and Hongjoong goes to town, indulging himself and sucking on the sensitive flesh until his nose is buried in y/n’s cunt, drinking up the sounds of his pet’s gasps and whines, his title a song on their lips. He keeps going, bringing his fingers to y/n’s untouched clit, rubbing against the bud in achingly slow circles.

He spends minutes like this, slipping two of his fingers inside y/n’s sopping cunt and sparing little mercy as he coaxes them closer and closer to orgasm. Hongjoong’s cock is stiff in his dress pants, straining against the fabric and the taste on y/n on his tongue is going to make him fucking come if he isn’t careful. He peers up from where he’s kneeling between their legs, hooded eyes making contact with the desperation looking back at him.

“Hong— Captain! Please!” Y/n cries when Hongjoong slips a third finger inside them, hands scrambling for purchase against the wall of the office. They’re close, so achingly close and fucking dammit they need to come so badly. But Hongjoong doesn’t relent, raising a brow and watching them writhe where they stand.

“Please, what, pet?” He taunts. “Use your words like the good pet you are.”

“I— I want to come! Please, Captain, I’m so— fuck, fuck— so close, I need—” Whatever words they want to say are stolen out of their throat, replaced instead by an overwhelming pleasure that has them squeezing their eyes shut, at the mercy of Hongjoong’s will. It’s unrelenting, and soon enough their orgasm is crashing through them, shooting stars through their vision all the while Hongjoong makes them ride it out on his fingers, the man getting off his knees and pulling them into a heated kiss. They can taste themselves on his lips, and it only spurs on another wave of desire.

They’re bent over the desk when the last of the first aftershocks leave their systems, head held back by neck as Hongjoong whispers dirty promises and slides his cock into their inviting – and only a little sensitive – cunt. A second goes by, the designer allowing y/n to only just get used to it before he starts thrusting, a leisurely quick pace.

“All this time, darling,” Hongjoong groans from above them,” all this time I could have had this perfect body of yours bent over my desk. Made for me, you were, absolutely made for me.”

And fuck, aren’t they just?

Hongjoong can’t hold back anymore, and he presses his chest against y/n’s back, pounding away into their tight hole and groping their chest in his hands, nipples caught in between thumb and index finger. Y/n’s cries are only motivation, and in the few seconds it takes for him to figure out the best angle, Hongjoong decides he’s allowed to chase his own high, giving into the devil on his shoulder and biting on the soft flesh of y/n shoulder.

“It’s so much, oh god—”

“Fuck- just a little longer pet, c’mon,” he rasps, his own orgasm well within reach. “Where do you want it, hm? You can answer that much, can’t you?”

“Yes, yes, fuck— on my back, I want it on my back!” And what else is Hongjoong to do, but oblige? He fucks them into them with the slightest hint of abandon, holding y/n impossibly closer and the orgasm builds, and builds, until he’s pulling out and coming onto their back with a drawn-out moan, his hips stuttering as the waves of pleasure begin to die down.

Exhaustion makes its way into the room, but it’s welcome this time, as Hongjoong very graciously helps y/n rest on the sofa he’d luckily had moved inside the office. There’s some wipes and a towel, and he makes quick work of cleaning the both of them up, ruffling up y/n’s hair when they watch him, almost surprised.

“And what’s that look for?” He huffs, tossing the used wipes away and patting them both dry. “I’m not that bad.”

Y/n simply laughs and shakes their head. They’re rather cute sometimes.

“Just,” they gesture to the office and between the two of them, “all of this; the event, the sex, the… us, I guess? I’m going to be sore tomorrow but fuck, that was amazing.”

Hongjoong nods along as he heads over to his desk and pulls out two water bottles, handing one to y/n as he sits down beside them, the pair donning robes. Nothing but the finest cotton, of course. There’s a silence that overcomes the rooms, and Hongjoong welcomes it – y/n too, sinking into the plush cushions and eying the evidence of sex in the room.

And then Hongjoong breaks the three minutes of silence, because his mind suddenly craves an answer.

“Y/n, pet… do you think this will change anything?”

“Between us, you mean?” He nods.

“Well, you’re treating me the same way you normally do, I don’t exactly want to date you…seems pretty same-y to me.” Y/n reasons, but then they pause. “Though, the sex continuing would be a pretty nice bonus~”

Hongjoong laughs, “so our little relationship is on the dole then, is it?”

“Oh shut up, you.”

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MHA 2.13 - Time to Pick Some Names - part 1

Money green poncho, galoshes, and a runway ready robot strut. Hell yeah, that’s our Tenya Iida.

Oh no, why does acting like everything is fine give me such an ominous feeling? You do not have to hide your feelings by yourself, Iida, your friends will be there for you!

But I can’t read Kanji, I want to know the results! Who are the top 2? Who got 14? Subs ought to translate on-screen text too. This makes me grumpy.

Ha. Yeah, the pros are sooo scared of this snappy lil’ pomeranian. That is totally why they don’t want to work with anger issues personified.

Some of them might be, but Roki is not giving him self enough credit.

None! I get that his power is self-destructive, but surely someone could see his potential. There has to be a pro that could help him with finer control.

Are we sure, Midnight: The R Rated Hero, should be the one advising students on their hero names??? They are all going to end up with p0rn names.

Oh my god, it’s Baby Boom Box. I LOVE that Mic is the one that came up with Aizawa’s hero name.

Aizawa has been winning the, I don’t give a f*ck war, since the day he was born. Good for him.

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stnexus · 9 months

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how many drinks?

mature audience (ma) / comfort

hobie brown x black!reader

summary: hobie’s sight is set on only you at a house party.

word count: 750+

includes drinking, smoking, established relationship, L-bomb, reader isn’t described much but does wear a dress and have butterfly locs

the lighting in the room seemed to dim even more as the night progressed. the music had been loud enough to drown out any negativity, and smoke circulated the room from each corner. we don’t have to stay all night baby, the words you had uttered into hobie’s ear just before you had entered the house echoed through his mind. which he was happy for, but in his quiet and relaxed state he couldn’t dream of being anywhere else.

his eyes were hooded as he took another drag from the pre-rolled blunt he had stashed away in the pocket of his studded jacket. his back pressed against the couch as he slouched against it, he had only been watching you. his eyes following your movements as you grabbed shots of alcohol from your two friends you had met up with at the party. no doubt their partners were around doing the same as him.

hobie watched as you quickly threw the drink back, your face contorting with a small grimace at the taste. which brought a sly smile to his face as huffed out a small chuckle — a stream of smoke falling from his lips. had you been aware of his reaction you would have surely smacked your lips in feigned annoyance.

your steps were becoming slower, as if more thought had to be put into them as you accepted the shots given to you. and his eyes trailed you with every step. no doubt you could feel his eyes on you but you never mind it one bit.

“he looks like he’s about to eat you at this point,” one of your friends choked out in a laugh as she glanced past your shoulder at the man a few feet away. “nah, yeah, he definitely looks stuck,” the other piped up with a held back laugh. not even looking behind you you sent a smile their way, “I’m ‘bout to go talk to him. I’ll be right back.”

the walk over to hobie felt much longer than it was. your legs felt like they weren’t cooperating, and you stumbled slightly. but for him, watching you walk over was like a solo runway experience.

your butterfly locs moved in sync with your movements, your white dress seemed to hike up your brown thighs. something it had been doing all night and you would adjust it, but your drunken state seemed to leave you unfazed as of now. he watched as small smile traced your lips as you neared him, sitting in his lap and burying your face in his neck.

“what’s tha’ matta’, pretty? you ready ‘ta go?” he questioned as he loosely wrapped his arm around your waist.

“ ‘just wanted a huuug…” you slurred out. laying a few kisses on his neck. he didn’t complain one bit as you did so, humming out as a response to your little confession. hobie knew when the drinks were reaching a point of conclusion because you would always become sappy and handsy.

“i’ll be ready in a few more minutes,” you confirmed his thoughts as you let go and felt his arm slip from your waist.

—

as you hugged your equally drunk friends goodbye you sent a polite wave over to their partners. pushing one of your locs over your shoulder you sauntered over to hobie, scared you’ll lose your footing if you were to take your mind off of walking. a laugh rang through the air as you looked at hobie’s outreached hand, to which you grabbed as you rolled your eyes.

“ ‘s not funny,” you slurred as you threw back a unamused stare.

“it really is, love,” he replied pulling you closer, “you’re fumblin’ ‘round like you’ve just got new legs.” bending slightly to sling you over his shoulder as you began your short walk back to your shared apartment, a slight sense of dizziness overcame you. laying a gentle slap on hobie’s lower back was your first sign of fighting back.

“calm down, calm down,” hobie mumbled, “swea’ you get drunk n’ act like you’re the one with the superhuman abilities…” sure he could complain and roll his eyes in feigned disdain but this was something he’d never miss out on. before he could utter another word a sigh fell from your lips, no doubt a sign you had tired yourself out.

“ ‘love you, hobieee,” it was light. a whisper slurred into the darkness of the night around you. it brought a sly smirk to his face in fact.

“i love you too, baby.”

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luveline · 2 years

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ok wait. rockstar!sirius with chubby reader. r is scared to go public with their relationship because people might say he deserves someone prettier, and he reassures her?

modern!au slightly NSFW !! fem!reader

Sirius is never gonna try and tell you what to do. He would never tell you to do anything you weren't ready for, and that includes going public as his girlfriend.

But fuck, he wants you to.

No matter what you might sometimes say about yourself, or what others might say, Sirius thinks you're pretty — the kind of pretty he wants to show off all the fucking time. He doesn't know how to explain it but he's willing to try.

"You look like a flower," he says quietly.

You peek up at him where you're sitting in the folding chair next to his vanity. "What does that mean?" you ask with a smile.

"I don't know. You're always so..." He strokes up the curve of your neck from your left shoulder and with the back of his right hand. It's a very specific movement. "Fresh-faced."

You smile, your expression exactly the kind of open softness he'd been talking about. "That's not true! I haven't washed my face yet today, so I know you're lying."

"I'm not lying."

You tip your head toward his hand and he takes the hint, fingers covering the bump of your cheek and thumb under your chin. He tilts your head up.

"You know that photo we took yesterday, by the pool?"

Your smile wanes the tiniest bit. You're far from immune to the worries most girls feel in a bikini, and you hadn't liked the photo. You hadn't made him delete it, though. Progress.

"It looks good, and it would fit really well as the cover photo on my twitter."

You bite the inside of your lip and lean further still into his hand. He can feel your eyelashes twitch and the warmth of your exhale as you hum. It's a conversation you've had a couple of times. It's always relaxed, always about choices, but it never fails to upset you.

"Siri," you utter.

"It'll be a soft reveal." Lily's words.

You deliberate audibly. "Siri, it's- You have all these people, all these girls, watching you and listening to you. When they see me, they-"

"What?"

"They won't believe it. They'll wonder what you're doing," — Sirius gawps at you as you close your eyes, effectively hiding your face from view — "with someone like me."

"Like you."

"Rockstars don't date fat girls."

It's not true, for starters. They do, but he knows why you'd say otherwise. It's much less common, more so to see someone in Sirius' circles with thin runway model type girls. Sirius doesn't argue with that truth, in the same way he won't insist you're skinny. You're not.

"They'll say you should be with someone who's actually pretty."

"You're so unfair to yourself," he says.

You deflate entirely.

"You're pretty. You are. You're more than that," he continues.

"You don't have to," you mumble.

"Yeah, I do." He sighs, taking your face into both hands. He tries to think of what to say and how to say it. You aren't a size six. He doesn't want you to be. You have a soft face and a softer tummy. That's how he likes you.

"Someone who's actually pretty?" he quotes softly, eyes dead set on yours and begging for you to raise your gaze. "Someone... With sweet, shy eyes? Someone who has... The most darling smile? Someone with..." His hands move slowly down to your shoulders. He holds you tightly in place and moves in to gently kiss the skin under your jaw. "A chubby tummy?"

You snort as Sirius kisses a sluggish path up toward your ear. He smiles in relief at the sound, and his hands creep down, down, down.

"With the most perfect pair of thighs I've ever seen?" he asks, worming between them to grab at the doughy insides.

You squeal and wrap your arms around his neck on impulse, effectively pulling his face toward your ear. He blows softly into your ear canal, and then he whispers, "Most perfect thighs I've ever been between."

"Shut up," you demand, giggling.

He leaves your thighs reluctantly to hug you as you're hugging him. When he squeezes you, he does it without worrying you'll shy away as you might've when you just met. You were so careful about being touched, worried he might feel the extra softness you carry.

Well, he does feel it. He loves it, and he loves you, and he really just wants to post your picture on twitter. Or the entire Internet, if you'll let him.

"You're lovely," he assures you, nosing at the skin behind your ear.

"Thank you, baby."

He smiles. "Let me show you how much I mean it?"

"Fuck off."

"Please? I got-" He pulls back to quickly check his watch, and grins at you when he sees the time. "Like, twenty minutes. I could show you how much I mean it twice."

"Only twice? Losing your touch."

He pinches at your sides, wondering if it's cruel to want to make you regret it. He's all bark and no bite, anyhow. Right now, he just wants to kiss you.

You see it on his face.

"Kiss me," you tell him. "We'll talk about your twitter thingy afterward. Okay?"

"That's my girl," he says, and leans in.

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babyhatesreality · 1 year

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The Sinner and The Saint Ch 5

Pairings: Slow Burn Mob!Boss Bucky x f!reader

Warnings: NSFW, f!reader, language, fake names (for now), reader is referred to by her stage name, reader still thinks Bucky’s name is Nick, everybody has secrets, reader says unkind things about herself/is insecure, reader is an exotic and extremely flexible dancer, explicit NSFW thoughts/language/conversations, subtle D/S moments, slow burn relationship. There will be many, many more warnings for future chapters including mafia and all the stuff that comes with that, kinks, and smut.

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Previous- Chapter 4

Chapter 5

The music started. You looked up slowly. Right into those blue eyes. Your lips twisted into a devilish smile.

Sympathy for the Duke from Moulin Rouge the B’way Musical

The music started with just a simple drum beat. You were pretty sure your heart was beating the same rhythm.

Please allow me to introduce myself, I’m a man of wealth and taste....

You took slow, calculated steps forward in time. You let your mind flood with images of the man of wealth and taste that you had just been introduced to yesterday. You brought your right hand up towards the black silk top hat you were wearing. You pinched the brim with your thumb and first finger, spreading the others so wide and strong you were pretty sure you made Fosse nod in approval from beyond. You slinkily stepped down the runway, as if you had all the time in the world, making sure to toss your impish smile out at just the right moments. Then you stopped in your tracks and looked right back into those gorgeous blue eyes.

Pleased to meet you; hope you guess my name...

You extended your left hand in his direction as if you were presenting it for a kiss. On the word ‘name’ though, you flicked the brim of your top hat with a sassy smile. You watched as a grin cracked across his face at the irony of the song lyrics and maybe your sass.

But what’s puzzling you is the nature of my game...

You crossed your right foot over your left, slowly twisting away from the crowd as if you weren’t quite ready to give up the secrets to the game just yet.

The song continued, morphing into a verse from You Can’t Always Get What You Want. As the orchestra grew underneath the vocals, you began to glide a bit more over the stage, back up the runway and along the mylar curtain line, just really feeling the fun and attitude of the moment.

You can’t always get what you want; you can’t always get what you want; you can’t always get what you want....

With your back to the audience, you seductively lowered the shoulder of the silky mesh cover you were wearing, raising it back prudishly on the lyrics ‘what you want’. Then you turned to the other side of the audience and repeated the gesture. The crowd started getting more rowdy the more you teased them.

But if you try sometimes, you just might find you get what you need.

You looked over your shoulder, right at Nick, shot him your sassiest grin, and on the word ‘need’, you pulled the top apart. The hidden break away seams along the back and the front made it look as if the clothes were exploding off of you. The crowd lost their damn minds and were eating out of the palm of your hand. Just the way you liked it.

And that’s when the beat dropped in the song. And you went for broke.

You pranced around the stage boldly, owning the moment and absolutely everything about every note. It was like putting on music and just dancing around your place just for the fun of it- you lost yourself in the joy of the rhythm. Your hips rolled deliciously on the trumpet riffs as your hands trailed seductively down your form. You tore off the wrap sequined skirt in time to the music. You felt like a goddamn rockstar; that didn’t always happen so you reveled in the moment right now. You made sure to flick your eyes up to Nick’s every now and then, just to watch his reactions. A couple lines apparently intrigued him...

I’ll lay traps for troubadours who’ll get killed if they come your way....

Use all your well-earned politesse, or I’ll lay your soul to waste....

He seemed to find something to smirk or chuckle about on each of those lines. Hmm. What was intriguing about them? Maybe he was the possessive type? Or he just found them funny? You didn’t really have time to think about that now- you surrendered to the moment, grinding your heart out and just having a fucking blast in a thong, pasties, fuck me heels, and a black silk top hat.

Love, sister, it’s just a kiss away....

Pleased to meet you....

It’s just a kiss away....

As much as you didn’t want them to, the negative thoughts started flooding your brain. You were crazy. You had no right to think these things about a man you just met, let alone a client....but the lingering feel of his finger brushing your cheek and the nearness of those lips would not leave the forefront of your mind. It was a heady mix of wanting to back down versus willing to fight for what you wanted. Which way were you supposed to go?

In response, and partially to reclaim your power, you had to throw your infamous leg move in the mix, making the crowd scream. Right before the last lyric, you positioned yourself in the dead center of the runway, flung your hat offstage, and looked boldly and deliberately right into Nick’s eyes, the devilish grin returning.

Baby, what’s my name?

And you finished with a jump split, throwing your hand up in the air on the button. The crowd went absolutely berserk, but you only had eyes for one. Everyone around him was hooting and hollering, but he took a deep breath, returned the devilish smile, brought his fingers to his lips to give you a chef’s kiss, and tossed the rest of his drink into his mouth. His deep blue eyes never left yours.

“That was our own darling Angel! And I’ll have Sympathy for any Devil that tries to take her out of Heaven,” Rhodey announced playfully over the PA system, making you giggle as you stood up, flicking your fingers goodbye, and exited. To your surprise, most of the other girls were backstage- apparently they’d come out to watch. They hadn’t done that since you very first started.

“BABE that was FIRE!!!” Gamora moaned, snatching your robe and holding it out for you as Sprite hustled onstage to gather your things. “Shit, you’re gonna make ‘em run outta money before we even get out there,” she giggled, teasing you, as the other girls cheered and congratulated you in turn. You were even feeling a little proud of yourself- until you saw Nebula’s haughty, unimpressed face.

“I don’t know,” she said nonchalantly to the crowd around you all. “I think it’s just because she’s new blood.” Nebula turned and smiled nastily at you. “Some people have a tendency to lose interest quickly once that ‘new car smell’ wears off.” You felt the color drain from your face as you suddenly felt like a worthless cast-off.

Gamora, however, wasn’t having it. She turned and slugged Nebula on the arm as hard as she could. “Jesus Christ, why are you such a bitch?” she snarled as Nebula yelled in pain. “How the hell could I have turned out so fabulous when my own damn sister is such a raging cu-”

“Okay, that’s enough ladies,” Natasha interrupted suddenly, appearing out of nowhere. “Nebula, lose the attitude, watch your mouth, and get on deck. Gamora, quit punching your way into- and out- of arguments,” she commanded both of them. “Angel,” she said, turning to you with a much kinder tone. “Nice job tonight, sweetheart. Go back to the dressing room and get ready. I’ll have Sprite bring your stuff to you in a moment.” You nodded, still a little embarrassed, and turned to obey. You mouthed ‘thank you’ at Gamora, who gave you a saucy grin. You saw her glare at her sister again, but didn’t stick around to see the aftermath. You didn’t have time- you had to get ready. You were going to see him.

27 deep breaths later, you were outside the Champagne Room, freshened up and in the outfit you’d obsessed over all day. Your insides buzzed with nerves, excitement, and adrenaline. You took your 28th deep breath and opened the door. And there he was, waiting for you.

Nick was sitting in the same location you had first seen him last night- only this time he was holding a glass of champagne instead of a tumbler of bourbon. His black-on-black ensemble made your mouth water for some reason; he was too handsome for his own good. You watched with secret delight as he desperately tried not to let his eyes rake up and down your body; it was obvious he really wanted to. You tried to keep that compliment close in your mind and not let it twist into another self-insult. He spoke first.

“Bravo on a fantastic performance, Miss Angel,” Nick said, standing up and waltzing over to the bar, his eyes never leaving yours. He began pouring you a flute as he continued speaking. “Gotta say, I think that’s the first time I’ve seen someone strip to the Rolling Stones.” You giggled at that, blushing and ducking your head at his compliment. He strode back to you, his very steps echoing the power you felt him emitting. He gave you the glass, then clinked his own against yours. “Cheers,” he said.

“Cheers,” you replied, biting your lip and looking down, trying to contain your stupid wide grin.

“Uh uh,” he said sternly, shaking his head. He put a finger under your chin and raised your eyes to his. “Look me in the eye when you say ‘cheers’,” he said firmly but not unkindly.

Something in your very soul instantly responded to him, drawing you like a moth to a flame. You wanted to do whatever he told you to. Almost before you realized it, your eyes had locked back onto his. “That’s better,” he almost purred. He clinked your glasses again. “NOW cheers,” he said, with that mischievous grin.

“Now cheers,” you agreed, your heart rapidly beating its new rhythm, trying to make up for the beats it had just lost. You hastily took a huge swallow just as he finished his.

“You have to look people in the eyes when you cheers,” Nick explained, a hint of the devil in his smile. “Otherwise it’s seven years’ bad sex.”

You choked on your champagne.

Nick carefully patted you on the back as you spluttered, not even trying to hide his puckish grin. Once you could breath again without fear of champagne splurting out of your nose, you glared at him. He just chuckled evilly before returning to the couch and sitting down.

“I’ve never heard that medley of Stones’ songs before,” he said, back to his charming self. He seemed to hide a bit of a smile as you sat down next to him- no hesitation this time like yesterday. “Where’s it from?”

“It’s from the same musical as the song that I...” you suddenly stuttered a bit. The idea of saying ‘danced to for you’ last night seemed indecently intimate for some reason (which was ridiculous as you WORKED IN A STRIP CLUB, you internally yelled at yourself), and you just couldn’t make those words come out of your mouth. “...performed last night in here,” you cobbled out lamely ugh loser.

Nick nodded, choosing not to comment on the moment. “You like that musical,” he said as if he were observing something about you. “You a theater fan?”

“Big time. You?”

“I might have to become one, if those are the kind of songs they’re doing nowadays.”

The next two hours flew by as the two of you talked and talked and talked. You were only supposed to spend one hour with him, but when Fury poked his head in to tell you time was up, Nick just waved a hand at him. Normally, that would have made Fury toss any other patron out on his ear, but this time he just nodded back and carefully shut the door. Who was this guy, to hold that kind of power over Fury?

Thinking quickly, you tilted your head to the now-closed door. “You paying for the second hour, then?” you asked boldly, feeling a lot more loose after the fantastic conversation you’d been having.

“Something like that.”

“You must be running up quite a tab here.”

“Don’t worry. Natasha will track me down when the check comes.”

“Do you...often run up a tab here?” you asked, your steel persona slipping a bit, afraid of the answer. Nick seemed to understand that. He leaned forward, tilting his head at you and letting those blue eyes twinkle.

“Not like this,” he said softly. “Never like this.”

You were so delighted at that you couldn’t speak for a moment. He seemed to enjoy you getting flustered, but took pity on you and changed the subject. In fact, he seemed to do that a lot. Any time you tried to steer the conversation towards his job or why he was such a high-roller at the club, or even his name, he masterfully swung back around to something that would distract you just enough to get off the subject. You knew better than to push in a direction he didn’t want to go...but you definitely noticed he was doing it. And it made you curious. Very curious. Two could play at that game.

Despite his best teasing efforts, you refused to give up your real name until he did- which he was not about to do in the slightest. It often resulted in a spirited and creative verbal battle that, more often than not, left you both in tears of laughter.

Finally, when it was getting clear that the night had to come to an end, he stood up and offered you his hand. You took it, feeling like a rockstar again. This man made you feel like a rockstar. That had never happened...in this way...before....

He escorted you to the door, then kissed your hand reverently. You wished with all your might he’d take off those gloves and touch your skin again, or even more you wished he’d just lean forward and kiss you. It’s just a kiss away...But he straightened up, smiling handsomely at you.

“Bravo again on your performance tonight. I look forward to tomorrow’s,” he said chivalrously.

“‘Pleased to meet you’,” you quoted to him sassily, with a grin. He responded with his own. “‘Hope you guess my name’,” you teased with the lyrics that you had known would capture his attention.

His grin morphed in that heady combination of sex appeal and power, making you instantly melt. And he noticed it, closing the already-small gap between the two of you.

“‘But what’s puzzling YOU is the nature of MY game’,” he whispered wickedly in your ear. “Until tomorrow, Miss Angel.”

Chapter 6

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justcallmeely · 1 year

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We're Safe

Pairing: Oliver Queen x F!Reader Synopsis: Billionaire playboy, Oliver Queen and Billionaire playgirl Y/N Merlyn, has been considered dead for five years. Now, they have returned. But something, during those five years, has changed them into mysterious green hooded archers. warnings: Fluff, kissing, sex, s*ui*de, mentions of trauma and torture Characters: Oliver Queen, Reader, Tommy Merlyn, Thea Queen, Moria Queen, Walter, Laurel Lance, Quintin Lance, Sarah Lance Word count: 13.2k Words *also, English is not my first language so sorry if they're any grammar or spelling mistakes!*

While running through the woods (Y/N) and Oliver try to get to were their are arrows are hidden. While making it to the location they see a boat and run over to their supplies. Olive r sticks his knife into the rock and she stands beside him. He grabs an arrow and passes it quickly on the rock so it could create a flame. He gets ready to shoot. When he lets go of the arrow, it lands in the pack of sticks they had placed there earlier and the sticks light on fire. It grabbed the attention of the 2 fishermen who were on the boat.

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"The name of the island they found us on is Lian Yu. It's Mandarin for 'purgatory'. "

The men slowly walk over to were the fire was as we were also walking towards them.

"We've been stranded here for five years. We've dreamed of our rescue every cold, black night since then."

We walk infront of the men and kneel.

"For five years, we've only had one thought, one goal, survive."

As the men looked at each other we took off our hoods slowly and looked up at them

"Survive and one day, return home."

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As we sat down with a blanket around us, one of the men brought us two cups of some warm tea

"The island held many dangers. To live, we had to make ourselves more than what we were to forge ourselves into a weapon. We are returning, not the boy and girl who was shipped wrecked but the man and woman who will bring justice to those who have poisoned our city."

The man walked away as we both looked back at the island.

"My name is Oliver Queen"

"And my name is(Y/N) Merlyn."

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Headline reads: Lost Billionaire's found"

-breaking- LOST BILLIONAIRE'S DISCOVERED IN NORTH CHINA SEA

"Oliver Queen and (Y/N) Merlyn are alive. The Starling City residents found by fishermen in the North China Sea five days ago. Five years after they were missing and presumed dead following of the accident at sea which claimed The Queens Gambit." Says the news anchor.

"Queen and Merlyn were a regular tabloid presences and fixtures at the Starling City club scene."

They show of Oliver and a random girl both drunk and with you behind them with a man and Tommy with you guys with two girls as well.

"Shortly before their disappearances, Queen was acquitted of assault charges stemming from a highly publicized drunken altercation with paparazzi. Queen is the son of Starling City billionaire Robert Queen who was also on board but now officially confirmed as deceased." He continues saying "(Y/N) Merlyn is the daughter of Starling City billionaire of Malcom Merlyn who is the CEO of Merlyn Global Group. (Y/N) is the COO of Merlyn Global Group and her brother Thomas Merlyn is the CFO of the Merlyn Global Group as well. (Y/N) is also a very famous model. She is known for her appearances on the runway and her looks in magazines. She always has the best outfits on."

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As I open my eyes I am blinded by the lights in the hospital. I look around and see my surroundings. I look outside and see the lights and building that weren't there before I left. I get up slowly and walk out of my room quietly as I make my way over to Olivers room. I walk in and I see him looking outside in awe. "Its beautiful isn't it." I say as I walked over to him and put one of my arms around his waist.

"Yeah, I cant believe how much has changed since we 'died', it's like a whole different world out there." He puts his arm around my waist as well and kisses my head. I smile and we stand there for a while admiring the new world we have come home to.

"Twenty percent of their bodies is covered in scar tissue. Second-degree burns on their back and arms. X-rays show at least 12 fractures that never properly healed on his body and about 15 on hers." The doctor tell Moira as they are looking at you and Oliver through the glass door.

"Have they said anything about what happened?" Moria asks the doctor.

"No, they've barely said anything." The doctor tells her and she looks back at you and Oliver. "Moira, I'd like you to prepare yourself. The Oliver and (Y/N) you lost might not be the one they found."

She takes a deep breath and opens the door.

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"Oliver?" We turn our heads to see Moria standing there. I step away from Oliver a bit and he holds my hand.

"Mom." He says to her. She walks over to him and he looks at me, I smile at him and give him the 'go on' face. He lets go of my hand and goes to hug his mother. They hug for about 2 minutes until she lets go of Oliver and she looks at me. She smiles while tears are filling her eyes.

"My beautiful (Y/N), oh my goodness, you look as gorgeous as ever my darling." She comes towards me and hugs me. I hug her back and she rubs my back gently.

"You looks amazing as well Moira" She pulls back and puts her hands on my shoulders.

"Well as much as you look gorgeous and beautiful, we should go home and get some food into you two, huh? How does that sound?" She places her hand on Olivers shoulder and keeps one on mine as she shakes us lightly.

"That sounds great Mom" He smiles at her and holds my hand again,

"Well I cant discharge you tonight so ill be back." She smiles at us again and walks out. We look at each other and we smile.

"We're home" He says and he smiles at me.

"We're Home" I repeat his words and I return his smile.

He brings me into a kiss and I kiss him back. I pull back and I put my hand on his cheek. "We should get some rest okay?" I gave him a quick peck on the lips and I start walking out of the room. He pulls me back gently and places a kiss on my lips and puts his hand on my cheeks.

"Don't go" He says while our foreheads are together.

I roll my eyes and I laugh "After 5 years I would've thought you would be tired of me, but no you're still as clingy as always." I smile at him while I look him in his beautiful blue eyes. " Okay fine."

I let go of his waist and go lay down on his hospital bed. "Well are you coming or not?" He smiles and get into the bed. He snuggles up next to me and places his head on my shoulder. I play with his now short hair and I start falling asleep.

God I miss being in a 'normal' bed.

The next morning, we get to Queen Manor. Oliver gets out and extends his hand out for me. I take his hand and get out the car. Me and Oliver go around the car to go pick up our cases. The driver is already there and Oliver stops him.

"I've got it." He tells the driver and proceeds to take our stuff. Oliver takes mine and hands it to me.

Moira opens the door.

"Your room is exactly as you left it. I never had the heart to change a thing." She says placing her stuff at the entrance table.

"Oliver, (Y/N)." We hear a man say. The voice was so familiar but so unfamiliar as well. Oliver looks at me and I just shrug my shoulders. "Its damn good to see you two'. Oliver looked at the man up and down. "It's Walter." He puts his hands out and shakes Olivers hand. He does the same to me. "Walter Steele."

"You remember Walter. Your fathers friend from the company." Moira says and he looks at Walter one more time before letting go of his hand and intertwining our fingers.

We walk over to Raisa, she's been working for his family for years and Oliver considers her as a second mother. And so do I. Ive considered her my second mother after my mom died.

"It's good to see you, Raisa." Oliver tells her and she takes our free hands and puts it into hers.

"Its really good to see you Rasia." I tell her as she brings me into a hug. "ya tak skuchal po tebe (ive missed you so much)." I can feel her smile.

"ya tozhe skuchal po tebe (Ive missed you as well)." She says as she pulls away from the hug and takes our hands again.

"Welcome home, Mr.Oliver and Ms. (Y/N)" She tells us "Mr.Merlyn phoned. He wants to join you for dinner."

"Wonderful" I hear Moira say all of a sudden. I jump a bit and Oliver noticed. We started laughing quietly.

We hear a thud come from upstairs. Oliver and I knew exactly who it was.

"Oliver (Y/N), did you hear that?" Moira says.

We walked closer to the stairs and waited for her to come down. We waited at the end of the stairs.

"Hey sis." Oliver tells Thea

"I knew it. I knew you were alive" She ran down the stairs to hug him. He let go of my hand so he would be able to catch her. Once he did he hugged her back. "I missed you so much."

"You were with me or should I say 'Us' the whole time" He tell her as she pulls back in confusion.

"Us? what do you mean u-" She looks over at me and I smile at her and open my arms. She looks at me like she's just seen a ghost. She runs into my arms and she hugs me. I hug her back and spun her around.

"You know I really missed you Chucky." I told her while everyone started laughing.

The reason I call Thea 'Chucky' is because Oliver calls her 'speedy' since she was always running around. Well this one time me and Oliver were babysitting her, she somehow got a knife and started chasing Oliver around with it.

-MEANWHILE WITH LAUREL-

"Come on Laurel. We're lawyers, not miracle workers. We cant win this" Anastasia tells Laurel as she looks through some mail.

"If we can win a class-action suit against a man who swindled hundreds of people out of their homes and life savings then were not fit to call ourselves a legal aid office." She continues to walk and look through the mail with Anastasia behind her.

"And if we go bankrupt in the process we won't be a legal aid office. Hunt has an army of lawyers and they are ready to bury us." Anastasia tries to reason with Laurel.

"You and I against and army. I love those odds." She says looking at Anastasia.

"Why do you hate me?" She walks away.

Laurel sits down as she looks at a board filled with information about Adam Hunt.

"And in other news, details as to the cast away story you've all heard about. The son and daughter of very wealth billionaires will soon become a legendary story. Jessica now has more details and the complete castaway story." The reporter says on the TV. Laurel gets up and walks over to the TV.

"The Queen's Gambit was last heard from more than 5 years ago. Mr.Queen and Ms.Merlyn have reportedly confirmed they were the only survivors of the accident that took the lives of seven people including local resident Sarah Lance. Survived by her sister Laurel-" Laurel cuts off the TV and walks away from the table of where the other people in the office were sitting.

-WITH YOU AND OLIVER AT THE QUEEN MANOR-

Oliver walks out the shower wearing a towel around his waist. His hair was still wet. When his fully walks out you can see his scars from the island. He walks in front of the window and looks outside.

"After five years, everything that was once familiar is now unrecognizable."

"The face I see in the mirror is a stranger."

-(FLASHBACK)-

There was a storm while on the boat. Robert was looking at the radar. He had a concerned look on his face. One of the crew members walks into the boat soaking wet. He walks over to Robert and starts talking.

"The storms a category 2. The captains recommending we head back." Says the crew member to Robert.

"Alright. Inform the crew." Robert says as the crew member walks away.

"Are we in trouble?" Oliver walks out of his room asking his father.

"One of us is." Robert responds as he walks over to his son. Oliver chuckles

"Ollie?" Sarah says walking out of the room with (Y/N) around her waist kissing her neck. She giggles while trying to move (Y/N). Sarah covers her robe as she see's that Robert is with him. "Where do you keep the bottle opener on this thing?" She asks him while (Y/N) is still placing small kisses on her neck. She giggles again still trying to move (Y/N).

"I'll be there in a minute Sarah. And (Y/N) don't eat her please" Oliver says pointing at them.

"No promises, Captain" She winks while walking away with Sarah.

Oliver turns to his father again and he continues speaking.

"That is not going to finish well. For either of them, or for you." Robert says.

-(END OF FLASHBACK)

I walk up to him and hug him from behind. I kiss his shoulder softly as I rub my hands up and down his arms as he gets dressed.

"You know I missed this. Us being together, and being able to be comfortable at home or should I say your home." I told him as he turned around hugging me around my waist and kissing my head.

"Our home (Y/N), our home." He says as he brings me into a hug and places his head on mine.

"You smell soooo good. Haven't smelled this smell in a while." We both burst out laughing.

"I know. You do too" We continue laughing and I slap his shoulder.

"Well loser im going to get ready for dinner." I tell him as I placed a kiss on his lips and walked away.

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Oliver is downstairs looking at old photos at the entrance of the house. He pick up a photo of him and his father when he was little. He hears the door open and looks up.

"What did I tell you? Yachts suck" It was Tommy. Olivers best friend. And (Y/N)'s brother.

Oliver puts the photo down and turns around smiling.

"Tommy Merlyn." Oliver says bringing Tommy in for a hug.

"I missed you buddy." Tommy hugs him as well and smiles.

"Hey Ollie? Do you know where I put my brooch? You know the one Tommy gave me?" I say while walking out of his room while putting on my earrings.

"Yeah its in your jewelry box." Oliver says while Tommy pulls away from their hug.

"Ya prosto blya zaglyanul tuda" I tell him in Russian.

(I just fucking looked in there).

"Ya znayu, chto eto posledneye mesto, kuda ty yego polozhil." He responds to me in Russian.

(I know that's the last place you put it)

"Khorosho, ya proveryu eto snova, a zatem mister. znayu vse eto" I respond back to him. I roll my eyes while throwing my hands up in the air.

(Fine i'll check it again then Mr. know it all)

Tommy looks at Oliver starstruck. Not only is his best friend is back, but his little sister is back, all grown up.

"Lets go eat" Oliver tells him as he puts his arm on his shoulder and they walk into the living room.

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I walked back into the room looking back inside my jewelry box. There it was. I put it on and I fixed my hair, I put some heels on and make my way downstairs. I walk downstairs and I hear some talking. I hear a voice, a voice that is familiar to me. I walked closer to the dining room and I see Thea.

I walk into the dining room and Oliver smiles at me. I smile back at him and walk over to Thea. We start talking and she compliments my pin

"That brooch is beautiful where'd you get it?" She asks me as we both look at it.

I take it off and show her. Its a beautiful butterfly brooch with my favorite colored diamonds on it. I show her the back and show her that my initials are engraved into it.

"Tommy gave it to me actually. For my 18th birthday." I hand her the pin so she can see it better.

"Wait are the diamonds real though?" She asks me and I laugh.

"Is that a real question Chucky? Obviously the diamonds are real, because diamonds are a girls best friend." I wink at her and she giggles. "You know Chucky, I missed you a lot. I missed our girl days and our chats." I say to her softly while smiling and putting my pin back on.

"I did too yk. I missed your advice and you wise words" Thea says and we both laugh. I hug her and she hugs me back.

"I love you T.T" I smiled as I hugged her. I can feel a smile on her face as well.

I let go as I hear footsteps. I see Oliver and I hug him.

"I see you find the brooch jellybean." Tommy. I smile at the words that came out of his mouth.

"Yes I did Bear." I hug him.

"I missed you jellybean." Tommy says as he hugged me.

"I missed you too Bear" I told him and he hugged me tighter. I can feel the air of my lungs escape. "Tommy. if you don't put me down ill chop your head off." He looked at Oliver and he gave him the "she'll do it" face to Tommy.

Tommy puts me down while having a terrified look on his face.

"Ill never do that to you bear." I pat his cheek as I walked over to the table.

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"Okay what else did you miss. Super bowl winners, Giants, Steelers, Saints, Packers, Giants again. A black president, that's new. Oh, and "Lost," they were all dead, I think" Tommy says chuckling.

"What was it like there?" Thea asks as she looks at both of us. Everyone gets quiet looking at both of us. Oliver looks at me and I shrug my shoulders.

"Cold." Oliver responds dryly.

"Tomorrow you, me and (Y/N), we're doing the city. You two have a lot to catch up on." Tommy says as he points his fork at us.

"That sounds like a great idea." Moira speaks up and looks at us again. I grab my glass of wine and chuckle.

"Good. Then I was hoping to swing by the office." Oliver tell Moira. Walter stop drinking his wine and she nods raising her glass.

"Well, there's plenty of time for all that. Queen Consolidated isn't going anywhere." Walter says to Oliver and I just shake my head sipping my wine once again.

Raisa walks in and trips on the carpet. She had a bowl of fruits in her hand but Oliver catches it.

"Oh, I am so sorry, Mr. Oliver." Raisa tells Oliver with remorse.

"Ne bespokoytes'" He tells Raisa with a smile on his face. Everyone at the table was shocked, even Rasia.

(Its no worry)

"Dude, you speak Russian?" Tommy asks him in surprise.

"I didn't realize you took Russian in college, Oliver." Walter says.

"I didn't realize you wanted to sleep with my mother, Walter." Oliver tells him. I almost spit my wine out in shock to what he just said.

"Im sorry" I start coughing and Oliver stands up to check on me but I push him away.

"Im okay im okay." I cough one last time as I wipe my mouth with the napkin.

Thea chuckles a bit and sits back. "I didn't say anything." Thea tells Moira and Walter.

"She didn't have to." Oliver responds to her.

"Oliver, Walter and I are married and I didn't want you to think that either of us did anything to disrespect your father." Moira says as she grabs Walters hand and looks at him.

"We both believed that Robert like you was, uh, well gone." Walter says.

"Its fine." Oliver says nodding at Moira. I took his hand lightly and intertwined our fingers. He looks down and smiles at me.

He lets go of my hand and stands up. "May I be excused?" He asks Moira, as she nods at him. I look at him walk away. I wait for him to leave the room.

"Hey, don't forget about tomorrow, buddy" Tommy says patting his arm. He winks at Thea then walks away.

I get up as well. "May I be excused as well please?" I asked Moria and she nods at me as well. I lip to her 'Im going to go check on him'. "Thank you Moira, dinner was lovely." I hugged Thea and Tommy as I walked out.

"It was my pleasure honey" She nods and smiles at me

"You too jellybean, don't forget." He tells me while patting my arm as well.

"Don't worry Thomas ill be there." I laugh as I walked out the dining room.

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I walked up the stairs to Olivers room. I open the door and see him sitting on his bed. I sit next to him and rub his back lightly. He had his hands in his head.

"you okay?" I asked him gently.

"Yeah I just needed to get away you know?" He tells me. I nod understanding.

"Yeah I know." I say placing my head on his shoulder.

"Everything is just so..." He says trying to look for the correct word to say.

"Different? yeah I know. We've been gone 5 years and everything's changed." I take his hand and start playing with it.

"We should get some sleep. Tommy's going to be on our asses if we don't show up tomorrow." he says laughing at his own comment. I laugh along with him.

He hides his pain away with comedy. And I do too.

We get ready for bed. I lay down and he lays down next to me.

"I missed laying down on my own bed. Especially with you." He says bringing me into a kiss.

"I know. I missed it too. But look at where we are now. Here. Together." I say kissing him back.

"Goodnight Ollie."

"Goodnight (Y/N/N)" He kisses me once more time and I cuddle up next to him and fall asleep.

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As the rain was pouring and the lightning was striking. Oliver lays on the floor with the window open.

-(FLASHBACK)-

"One, two, three. Its getting closer" Sarah tells Oliver with (Y/N) on her side holding champage.

"That's not very scientific." Oliver says taking a sip out of his cup.

"What would you know about science, Mr. Ivy League dropout?" (Y/N) says while taking a sip out of her cup as well.

"Yeah what would you know?" Sarah says.

"I happen to know alot about science. I know about fermentation. I know biology." He kisses (Y/N) and then Sarah.

"Laurel's gonna kill me. Oh, she's so gonna kill me." She smiles putting her cup down.

"Your sister will never know" Oliver says.

"Exactly, if she never finds out, she cant do anything." (Y/N) says kissing her and smiling. Sarah kisses back.

"That's true." She smiles at (Y/N) then Oliver.

"Come here" He takes both Sarah and (Y/N) down and gets on top of both of them. They both start to laugh.

The lights turn off.

"Okay, that one was really close." Sarah says freaking out a little bit.

"Yeah Ollie, that one was really close." (Y/N) says looking at him.

"Sarah, (Y/N) you're going to be fine." He says reassuring both of the girls and kisses them.

All of sudden the boat starts to tilt and they all fall off the bed onto the wall.

Sarah and (Y/N) both scream slamming into the wall. Oliver was able to grab (Y/N). (Y/N) extend her arm to grab Sarah but it was too late. Sarah fell.

They both swim to the top where a safe boat was.

"SARAH!" (Y/N) and Oliver yell out.

"(Y/N)! OLIVER!" We can hear the voice of Robert yelling out her name. Robert put out his arm so he was able to pull Oliver in.

The crew member also put his hand out and helped (Y/N) get onto the safe boat.

"No! No! No! Dad shes out there!" Oliver says in panic.

"Shes not out there." Robert says.

"SARAH!" Oliver yells out one last time.

Oliver collapses into (Y/N) arms and starts crying.

The boat falls slowly into the ocean.

-(END OF FLASHBACK)-

"Oliver? Oliver.? Oliver wake up." I say trying to wake him up. Moira and Walter are behind me trying to see whats wrong. "Oliver. Ollie-" He wakes up and puts his hand on my throat. I start coughing while Walter and Moira are help me up.

He moves back quickly realizing what he'd just done. "Im sorry. Im so, sorry." He says looking down in disappointment.

"Its okay. Its okay." I say as i get closer to him bringing him into a hug.

"Its alright sweetheart. Youre home. Youre home." Moira says. She and Walter walk out. Leaving me and Oliver alone in the room again.

"(Y/N) I am so sorry. I didnt mean it i swear its just that i had a nightmare and you were in it and-" I shushed him and brought him into a hug. I kiss his head gently as the rain is coming in through the window.

"Youre safe now. Okay, im safe. We're safe. Im here, alive and well." I tell him while smiling at him gently.

"Yeah. Its just it was a flash back to when the boat drowned and you waking me up just like activated my fight or flight. Im so sorry. Is your neck okay." He say worryingly looking at me and checking my neck for any bruises.

"Ollie. Ollie look at me, im fine dont worry. okay im okay." I reassure him one last time until getting up and closing the window. "Lets change your clothes and get to bed okay?" Oliver grabs some clean clothes and changes. I do the same thing and we lag back down in bed.

This time, i wait for him to fall asleep before i do.

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I wake up to the light of the sun hitting my face. I feel a large pair of hands around my waist. I turn around and see Oliver. I smile and run my hands through his now short hair. I can hear his soft snores. The sunlight hitting his face. I smile as I admire his beauty.

"Good Morning" I hear him say while having his eyes closed.

"Good Morning" I smile at him. "Did you sleep well?" I asked while still playing with his hair.

"I slept great, how about you?" He asks placing a kiss on my lips.

"I slept amazing." I smiled at him.

"I could get used to this view." He says kissing me again and rolling us over so he could be on top.

I kiss him back and respond, "I could get used to this view as well."

We continued kissing for a while until the kisses became more deep and passionate. I started taking off his shirt and he did the same to me. By this time, we are both naked and still kissing. He starts moving down to my neck, I let out a soft moan.

"Fuck..." I say softly. I can feel him smirk on my neck. He continues to kiss my neck, knowing he's leaving hickys on my neck.

He makes his way down my body, kissing it slowly. He makes it to my pussy. He kisses down my thighs running his fingers on the side of my body. I let a gasp out while arching my back to the wonderful feeling of his lips touching my skin.

He makes his way up my body and stops at my pussy. He licks my clit gently while putting my leg on his shoulder. He pulls his tongue away from my clit, he inserts two fingers while placing his left thumb on my clit. He moves his fingers in and out of my pussy. He slowly starts to move his thumb around my clit. I arch my back and let out a moan.

"Ollie.. Oh my.." I let out while running my fingers through his hair.

He quickens his pace. Im about to let out a moan but I cover my mouth with my hand and my other hand is grabbing the sheets. I can feel myself climaxing.

"Fuck im about cum Oliver." I say covering my mouth again.

"Cmon baby" He says while going quicker.

I cum on his finger and he licks them off. He moves back up to me and starts kissing me again. I kiss him back and place my hands on his back.

"I need you in me Oliver." I whisper in his ear and he smirks at me again.

He alines himself with my pussy. He looks at me, all I see behind those ocean blue eyes is lust, passion and his love for me. He puts his dick in me and I grip the sheets, letting out a loud moan from my mouth. He covers my mouth with one of his hands while we move our hips.

I flip him over, im now on top of him. I move my hips slowly while throwing my head back gently. He grabs my boobs and starts playing with them. He cups one of them and starts licking my nipple. I gasp at the feeling and cover my mouth so no one could hear us.

I lift my head back up and place my hands behind his head while riding him slowly. I hear feel him moan softly. He grabs my waist softly and starts moving my hips faster. I can feel him becoming desperate. We both move our hips quickly as we ride out each others climaxes.

"Fuckkkkk..." He says while we cum together.

"Oh my god." I say while out of breath.

I start kissing him again. He grabs my hips again and flips us over so he's on top. He alines himself with my pussy again. He inserts his dick again and starts at a quick pace. I copy his pace and I start kissing him so neither of us would moan loudly out of pleasure. We move our hips at the same pace.

Our rhythm starts to become sloppy. We slow down a bit.

"Fuck baby, im about to cum." I say while bringing him into another kiss.

He lays his body against mine and picks down the pace. I could feel his and mine climaxes come along. Oliver slows down the pace which lets me know that he's cumming. He lays his head on my chest while riding out his climax

We are more out of breath the before. He lifts his head and smiles at me.

"That was amazing" He says kissing my nose then my lips.

"It really was." I say smiling.

"We should get ready." He says while getting up from the bed and extending his arm out. Helping me get up as well. We head to the bathroom and get ready for the day.

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When we are done, we walk back into his/ our room and put some clothes on. I put on a plain white turtle neck sweater-dress with a gold Chanel chain belt on. I put on knee-high snake/black leather boots. I let my hair out and put on some light makeup.

Oliver goes to his side of the bed and grabs his case.

"What are you doing?" I ask crossing my arms and looking down at him.

"Im looking for something." He says while putting the combination in. He puts the lock down and opens it. He unwraps the cloth and picks up a notebook. He looks at he briefly and puts it back down. He grabs a honzen that he wanted to give Thea back on the island. He gets up and I follow him out.

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Oliver knocks on Theas door while holding my hand. We could hear some quick shuffling and we look at each other confused. Oliver opens the door. He walks in and I walk behind him a bit.

"Ollie." Thea says with a smile on her face

"No one's called me that in a while, Speedy." He says walking closer to her.

"Worst nickname ever." She says while rolling her eyes jokingly.

"I think its pretty cute" I said while smiling.

"(Y/N)!" She says while bringing me into a hug.

"What, always chasing around after you as a kid. I thought it fit pretty well. Maybe it still does" Oliver says while I pull away from me and Theas hug.

I look over at Theas friend who seems to be frozen. I gave her a strange look then I look back at Thea. "Is she okay T?" I point at her friend. Thea looks at her and rolls her eyes.

"Im sorry, she's just a huge fan of you." Thea says trying to get her friends attention.

"Hi hello" I say waving at her.

"Omg Hi Hi." She says taking my hand and shaking it pretty roughly.

"Oh-" I let out and shake her hand. "Quite the grip you got there babe, you'd make a great business woman with that firm handshake." I say chuckling.

"Would I?" She asks me.

"Of course yeah, you can be whatever you want to be" I wink at her and she looks at Thea.

"See you at school Speedy." She says practically skipping out the room. I laugh and turn back to Thea and Oliver.

"Sorry about her." Thea says to me and Oliver.

"Don't worry, I loved her She's so cute. Make sure to tell her that." I say laughing.

"I have something for you." Oliver says pulling out the Hozen.

"You did not come back from a deserted island with a souvenir." Thea says crossing her arms looking at Oliver.

"Its a Hozen. And in Buddhism, it symbolizes reconnecting. I kept it in hopes that one day it could reconnect me with you." He hands the the Hozen to Thea.

"A rock. That is sweet. You know I want one of those T-shirts that say my friend and sister were castaways. All I got was this crappy shirt." Tommy says walking in and smiling at all three of us.

"Don't let him get you into too much trouble. You two just got back, take it slow." She says hugging both of us individually.

Tommy clears his throat. "The city awaits." Oliver nods.

"You're so annoying you know that right." I tell Tommy as we all walk out.

Oliver takes my hand and intertwines our fingers again.

"Do you notice how hot your sister's gotten?" Tommy says pointing back at the door. Oliver turns back to him with his lips together. "Because I have not." Tommy says. I let out a laugh while we walk out.

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We are driving through the city.

"Your funerals blew." Tommy says while driving. Oliver looks over at him smiling.

"Did you get lucky" Oliver asks him.

"Fish in a barrel. They were so sad and huggy-" Tommy says while laughing

"Omg No" I say.

"No." Oliver says squeezing his eyes together.

"- And I am counting on another target rich environment for your welcome-bash." Tommy says putting his eyes on the road.

"At our what?" Oliver asks in confusion.

"You guys came back from the dead. This calls for a party. You tell me where and when. Ill take care of everything." Tommy says as me and Oliver both shake our heads.

We pull up to the Glades.

"This city's gone to crap. You know, you're dad sold his factory just in time. And why'd you want to drive through this neighborhood anyway?" Tommy asks Oliver.

"Tommy." I say rolling my eyes and sitting back.

"No reason." Oliver says looking outside.

"So what'd you two miss the most. Steaks at the Palm, drinks at the station? Meaningless sex?" Tommy asks.

"Not you that's for sure." I answer and laughed.

"Haha so funny jellybean" Tommy says sarcastically.

"Laurel." Oliver answers and my smiled practically dropped. Oliver told me he was over her.

"Everyone is happy you're alive. You want to see the one person who isn't?" Tommy asks him.

Oliver justs shrugs.

-(WITH LAUREL)

"Laurel, I just got this from Hunts lawyers." Anastasia says taking Laurels arm. She hands her the files. "They filed a change of venue. We are now in front of Judge Grell." She claps her hands together looking over at Laurel.

"Hunt funded Grells reelection campaign. He's got Grell in the back of his pocket." Laurel says handing the file back to Anastasia.

"You know, its fun being your friend. I get to tell you I told you so a lot." She says brings Laurel into a side hug.

"No. Adam Hunt isn't smarter than we are." She says trying to prove her point.

"No, he's just richer and willing to commit multiple felonies." Anastasia says.

"We don't need to go outside the law-" Laurel says before Anastasia cuts her off.

"To find justice. Your dads favorite jingle" She says rolling her eyes.

Anastasia walks away. Laurel turns around and her smile drops as she sees Oliver.

"Hello, Laurel." Oliver says with a smile on his face.

-(OUTSIDE WITH OLIVER AND LAUREL)-

"You went to law school. You said you would." Oliver says while they walk.

"Yeah everyones proud." Laurel says not trying to make it seem like she cares.

"Adam Hunt's a heavy hitter. You sure you want to get into the ring with him" Oliver looks at her while asking.

"Five years and you wanna talk about Adam Hunt." Laurel says blankly.

Oliver shakes his head. "No. Not really" He smiles a bit stopping.

"Why are you here Ollie?" She asks while turning to look at him.

"To apologize." He says plainly. "It was my fault. I wanted to ask you not to blame her or (Y/N)."

"For what? Falling under your spell? How can I possibly blame her or (Y/N) for doing the same things that I did?" Laurel says.

"I never meant to-" Oliver tries to say but Laurel cuts him off.

"She was my sister. And (Y/N) was my best friend." She said. "I couldn't be angry they were dead. I couldn't grieve because I was so angry. That's what happens when your sister and best friend die while screwing your boyfriend" She tries to hold in her tears. "We buried an empty casket, because her body was at the bottom of the ocean. Where you left her. It should've been you."

Oliver takes in everything she said. "I know its too late to say this, but im sorry." He says to her with sincerity.

"Yeah im sorry to." Laurel says with tears in her eyes. "I'd hope you'd rot in hell a whole lot longer than five years." She says walking away from him.

"How'd you think that was going to go, Tommy?" She says to Tommy while walking into the office.

"About like that." He says.

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We all walk into where Tommy had parked the car.

"Okay, so we took care of that. Good call." He says while walking towards the car. "Now we make up for lost time."

I walk beside Tommy looking down at my feet while walking to the car.

"If you're not too sick for fish, I suggest we find some leggy models and eat sushi all day." Tommy says. "What do you say-"

A van pulls up behind us quickly.

"What the hell?"

I turn back around and see two guys with red devil masks and a gun. They point the gun at me and I put my hands up.

They shoot Tommy. I was relived that they're tranquilizers and not actual bullets.

I run over to the guys and knock down one of them. I jump on the guy who shot Tommy and put him in a black widow submission move. I can feel his body go limp and I let go slowly just incase he wasn't actually passed out. I get down and the guy drops on the floor next to the other guy.

I see the guy that I knocked down get up and shoots Oliver with a tranquilizer as well. I look at Oliver on the floor. Then I feel something hit my neck and I touch the spot. I got hit.

"Shi-" I managed to get out before hitting the floor. Hard.

Oliver isn't fully down and he sees a guy who comes from the back door of the restaurant and another masked guy shoots him. Oliver then passes out.

-(FLASHBACK)-

"Here. Drink" Robert passes a water bottle to Oliver.

"What the hell are you doing? That's all we've got." Says a crew member almost yelling at Robert.

Oliver hands me the water bottle and I take a sip.

"If anybody's making it out of here, its going to be them." Robert tells him. "Im sorry.I thought id have more time. Im not the man you think I am. I didn't build our city. I failed it. And I wasn't the only one." When he said that last sentence he looked at me. I knew instantly he was talking about my father.

-(END OF FLASHBACK)-

"Mr.Queen. Mr Queen!" "Ms. Merlyn. Ms.Merlyn." I hear a voice calling. I open my eyes slowly. I open my eyes and it was still dark.

Someone takes the the bag off of my head. My hair flys onion my face and I throw my head back to move the hair out my face. I hear a taser and I look over at Oliver. They placed us next to each other. I look around at my surroundings.

"Did your father survive that accident?" The masked guy asked.

I see Tommy passed out on a wooden thing with his hands tied behind his back.

"I asked a questions. You give me answers." The guys gets closer to Olivers face.

I move my wrists around and try to get loose from the zip ties. He tases Oliver.

"Did he make it to the island? Did he tell you anything?" He looks at Oliver while breathing heavily. I finally get free from the zip ties and get up with out the other guys noticing.

"Hey um excuse me sir. I really I have to use the bathroom is it this way or this way" I point in different directions.

"Yeah they're just over the-" He realizes that im free. I break the chair over his back and grab two broken legs and stab the other two guys with it. I clap my hands together. "That was easy." I laugh while untying Oliver. I put them in a corner and zip tie them.

-(AT QUEEN MANOR)

"So that's your story, a guy in a green hood flew in and single-handedly took out three armed kidnappers." Detective Lance asked us. "I mean, who is he? Why, why would he do that?"

"I don't know." Oliver says.

"Find him and you can ask him." I tell Detective Lance with my arms crossed and a serious look on my face.

"Yeah. What about you? You see the hood guy?" Lance asks Tommy.

"I saw... just movement." Tommy says still trying to wrap his head around everything. "Everything blurry. I, I was kinda out of it." Oliver looks at Tommy then at Lance

"Its funny isn't it. One day back and already somebody's gunning you two." Lance says looking at both of us. "Aren't you popular?"

"Were you able to identify the men?" Moira steps in asking Lance.

"Scrubbed identities, untraceable weapons." Says Lances partner. "These were pros."

"Yeah." Lance says. "Well, they probably figured you'd pay a kings ransom to get your boy back or a Queens ransom as it were." Lance looks a Moira. "After all a parent would do anything to keep their child safe." Lance says looking at Oliver.

"I don't find your tone appropriate, detective." Moira says.

"I mean you would know about wanting to keep you child safe right Quentin. You have two of your own right? Or should I say one?" I look at Lance with a straight face.

Lance was about to say something but Walter stands up from his seat and walks closer to Lance,

"If Oliver and Ms.Merlyn can think of anything else, we'll be in touch. Thank you gentleman for coming." Walter says, putting his hands in his pocket while looking at Lance and his partner.

Lance scoffs and puts the drawing away. Oliver gets up and straightens his clothes. I stand up as well.

"Your luck never seems to run out, does it?" He says looking at both of us. Raisia walk the men out of the house.

"Im going home now." I say while walking to Moira. "Thank you for having me Moria, it was a pleasure staying over and getting to see you again." I tell her while hugging her and kissing both of her cheeks.

"Why leaving so soon hun?" Moira asks with sad eyes.

"I have to see my dad. I haven't seen him since I got back." I told her and she brings me into a hug.

"Okay, be careful hun okay? and remember this will always be your home okay." She says.

"Okay." I say walking away without saying anything to Tommy or Oliver.

-(WITH OLIVER IN HIS ROOM)-

Oliver sits at his desk searching up everything he can find on Adam Hunt. He looks at a piece paper but then puts it down. He sees a picture of you and him and another photo of him and Laurel. He flips over his fathers book and he sees that Adams name is in it.

"You are different. Not like you to read a book." Raisa says walking into his room with a tray in her hand. Oliver flips over the book and closes the tab he was on. He sits back and smiles.

"I misses you Raisa." He says.

"No kitchen on the island." She says.

"No. No friends either. Except (Y/N), but she's not really a friend she's more like my.." Oliver says trying to find the word.

"Your girlfriend?" She says smiling at her.

"Yeah. My girlfriend." He says smiling. 'My girlfriend' he says again in his head.

"Hey. Thank you." He says getting up and grabbing the tray from Raisa. She smiles and nods at him. "Do I really seem different?" He asks her putting the tray down on his bed.

"No. You're still a good boy." She says.

"Oh I think we both know I wasn't."

"But a good heart"

"I hope so. I want to be the person you told me I could be."

-(WITH YOU AT THE MERLYN MANOR)

I walk into to my house. I look around and see that everything's still the same. I put my jacket on the coat rack and I walk in.

I look around at all the photos my dad has of me and Tommy when we were younger. I smile and cross my arms while browsing through the photos. I come across this one photo of me and my mom. I take it and look at it. I smile at it while running my fingers on the frame. I can feel tears forming in my eyes but I hold them back just in case someone sees me. I hear the front door open. I hear my dads voice. He was on the phone. I keep looking at the photo waiting him to walk into the room.

Since the room was kind of dark, only a little light from the dining room came into the living area.

He sighs as he puts his coat on the coat rack. He walks into the living area and sees a figure.

"Who are you?" He says stopping in his tracks, trying to make out my figure.

"That's no way to greet your daughter. Dad." I say as I turn around to look at him. I place the picture back on the table.

"Jellybean? Is that really you?" He asks me on the verge of tears. He looks rough. He had red eyes, eye bags, crooked tie, messed up shirt, stains on the shirt.

He brings me into a hug. He reeks of alcohol and Big Belly Burger. He was sweating. I hug him back but eventually pull back. I couldn't stand the smell he had.

"I missed you so much jellybean. Everythings been falling apart ever since you disappeared. Ive been falling apart since you left.I felt lost. The same way I felt when your mother died." He says. I nod understanding his hurt.

"Did you leave Tommy alone? Like you left us when mom died?" I ask him crossing my arms. He nods disappointedly.

"Fucking shit dad. are you serious right now. Just because you were hurt and broken I was gone. didn't mean leave your son alone to grieve my so on so 'death' alone just because you couldn't handle it. You're such a dick you know that right." I scoff and start walking out.

"(Y/N) wait!-" He says running after me.

"Dad go take a shower and get some sleep. Call me when your fucking sober." I tell him grabbing my coat off the coat rack and walking out of the house.

I hop on my motorcycle and put my helmet off.

-(WITH OLIVER)

Oliver walks out of the house but Moira stops him.

"Oliver, I wanna introduce you to someone." She says reaching out for his hand. Walter stands next to her. A man who had a serious look on his face. "John Diggle. He'll be accompanying you from now on." She says smiling at him.

"I don't need a babysitter." Oliver says looking at both Walter and Moira.

"Darling, Oliver's a grown man. And if he doesn't feel he needs armed protection-" Walter couldn't finish before Moira interrupted him.

"You know, I understand, but this is something I need." She says looking at Walter then back at Oliver.

Oliver looks at John.

----

"So.. What do I call you" Oliver asks John.

"Diggle's good." Diggle responds to Oliver. "Dig of you want."

"You're ex-military?" Olivers asks Diggle

"Yes, sir. 105th airborne out of Kandahar, retired." Diggle says keeping his eyes on the road. "Been in the private sector for a little more than four years now. I don't want there to be any confusion Mr.Queen. My ability to keep you from harm will outweigh your comfort. Do we have an agreement? Sir?" Diggle looks at the mirror then looks back. He sees Oliver isn't in the back anymore. He stops the car and gets out. He opens the back door and looks inside.

-----

Oliver walks with a duffle bag and a book bag. He looks around to see if there is anyone around. He makes it to Queen industrial. He throws his bags over and hops over the fence. He picks up both bags and puts them on his shoulder.

-----

Oliver opens the doors into the factory and walks in. They're are papers everywhere. He looks down and sees that he step on an 'Annual Report' with his dads face on it.

'The abduction was unexpected. It forced me to move up my plans. But what I told the police was true. The man with the green hood was there in that warehouse and he was just beginning.'

Oliver makes a hole in the floor. He grabs a package and drops it with a rope in a big space. He starts tearing up floors.

He powers up the lights. He sets everything up.

He looks at the computer with a map and goes to another computer that he uses to hack.

He puts some safety goggles on and sits down near where his arrows are. He starts sharpening them.

he starts working out. (I did not feel like writing everything did in this scene.)

He takes the case that he brought from Lian-Yu out. He takes his bow out and examines it. He walks over next to the table and throws tennis balls at the wall. He throws arrows at the tennis balls. When he stops he hit all the balls ;).

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Oliver finished training and sits down. He sits down in front of the TV.

"The suit alleges that Hunt committed multiple acts of fraud and theft against the city's underprivileged." Says the new anchor.

Oliver looks at the book that had the names in it.

"Laurel Lance, an attorney for the city necessary-"

'Adam Hunt. His crimes go deeper than fraud and theft but he's been able to bully, bribe or kill anyone who's gotten in his way. He hasn't met us yet.' Oliver grabs his suit and puts it on.

-(WITH YOU AT YOUR PENTHOUSE)-

I walk into my house and all the lights are turned off. My dad must've not wanted to give it away. I put my jacket on the coat rack and my keys in my key bowl.

"Its cold in here" I say to myself as I fully walk in. I walk up the stairs and go to my room. I hop into the shower and change. I put on a 1995 Chanel cropped jacket with some ripped blue jeans. I do my hair and walk downstairs. I walk into the kitchen and walk to the fridge.

"Marge?" I say yelling out for my AI.

"Welcome back Ms. Merlyn." Marge says.

"Its good to be back Marge" I say smiling.

"Marge mind playing my playlist for me?" I ask her.

"I do not mind at all Ms.Merlyn." She says.

-Playing Back to Black-

I start singing along to the song. I move my hips side to side

"You go back to her and I go back to" I sing along while grabbing stuff out the fridge.

I hear something fall over and I stop.

"Marge. Lower the music." I say quietly and she lowers the music.

I grab my katana that Oliver gave me from its stand. I take off my heels and start walking slowly outside. I hear rubbling. I walk into my foyer and see a large figure in a suit. They lights of my dining room were off so I couldn't see properly.

"Ill give you three seconds to reveal yourself or ill chop you up into pieces." I say walking closer to the dining room.

I jump on the person and do the black widow submission hold. I can feel the person become limb and I slowly get off and I drag the person to the kitchen and sit them on the chair in the kitchen. I take off their hood and I see their face.

"What the fuck." I say in disbelief. Its Oliver. The last person I want to see. I put my heels and continue to cook.

I pour myself a mega pint of wine in my glass. I wipe my head and look at Oliver.

'What the actual fuck was going to plan on doing.' I say to myself. I just continue cooking.

I drink my wine and stare at Oliver. He starts moving and grunts. by this time I've finished eating

"Sleeping beauty's alive! What a surprise." I say sarcastically while taking a sip of my wine.

"What the hel-" He looks at me in shock.

"What didn't expect me to be in my house Oliver?" I say while finishing my food.

I get up and put my plate and fork in the dishwasher.

"Do you want some or?? because I made a lot and im not going to eat more." I say blankly not looking at him.

"Well? Are you going to explain what you're doing breaking into my house Oliver?" I look at him taking another sip of my wine.

"Oliver? Why aren't you call me Ollie hun?" Oliver says sitting up.

"I don't know" I shrug. "Cause I don't want to I guess."

Oliver grunts in pain and clutches his chest.

"Hold on let my fix that up for you." I say grabbing the first aid kit from under the sink.

I pull up the chair in front of him. I take off his hood and his shirt. I open the kit and grab the thread and needle. I start to stitch his shoulder. I don't ask him about anything that happened.

"If I get your blood on my jacket im making you buy me a new one." I say while concentrating on stitching his shoulder.

"Okay will do." He says.

I finish stitching him up and I start putting the stuff away. I bandage him up just in case.

"Why are you mad at me hun?" He asks me while taking my hand softly.

I snatch my hand away softly and get up.

"Im not mad. Im completely fine." I say putting the first aid kit away.

"You don't seem fine (Y/N)." He says looking at me as I throw away the stuff with blood.

"I don't know, would I be fine if my boyfriend comes back from the dead with me and the first thing he wants to do when he comes back is go to see his ex girlfriend. AFTER telling me you were over her. No I don't think im fine 'hun'" I roll my eyes at him.

"I-" He was about to start talking but I cut him off.

"Can you just.. leave please. I want to be alone right now." I say.

"I-" Oliver was about to say something again.

"Just leave please." I tell him and he grabs his stuff and leaves.

I down the rest of my wine. This is going to be a longgg night.

-(IN THE MORNING WITH HUNT)

"He was wearing a hood, a green hood. And he had a bow and arrow." Hunt says to Lance and his partner. "What you don't believe me? That maniac put two of my men in the hospital."

"Well thanks for your statement."Lance says as Hunt hands over the arrow to his partner. "We'll put an APB on... Robin Hood." He says looking at the arrow and back and Hunt.

"Hey, pal. Im not some grocer who got take for his register. I go to the front of the line. Now he said he would be here by 10pm. Make sure you're here first." Hunt says as Lance nods his head. "You can coordinate with Mr. Drakon my new head of security." Hunts points to a man who is wearing all black and a leather jacket with gloves. He had his hands on his hips.

"Alright well uh thanks for your time." Lance smirks and walks out with his partner.

"It looks like Queen and Merlyn were telling the truth." Says Lances partner.

"Yeah well there's a first time for everything." Lance says as they walk to the elevator. "This hooded guy comes looking for trouble, he'll find it.

-(WITH YOU)

You wake up to rustling nosies. You get up quickly with a knife in your hand. You wake up to see Tommy opening your blinds.

"What the actual fuck Thomas." I say blocking the afternoon sun out of my face with the hand I have my knife in.

"Cmon Jellybean, its 5pm and your party is in 3 hours." He says sitting next to me.

"Can I just stay here? Im not really in a party mood right now bear." I lay back down and put the comforter over my face.

"Nope, nope nope we are not doing this. Oliver told me what happened." He says taking the comforter off and dragging me off the bed. "The maids are here to clean so you have to get up."

"ya ub'yu tebya golymi rukami" I say under my breath while walking to my bathroom.

(Im going to kill you with my bare hands.)

"What was that?" He says.

"Etot ostrov pokazal mne mnogo veshchey, i ya sobirayus' pokazat' vam odin iz navykov, kotorym ya nauchilsya. Snachala ub'yu tebya golymi rukami." I say louder.

"I still cant understand you jellybean." He says.

"that island showed me a lot of things and im going to show you one of the skills i learned. First is kill you with my bare hands Thomas." I say rolling my eyes and walking into the bathroom.

I can hear the shock in his movement. I hear him about to say something.

"Say something else Thomas." I throw a knife at him and made sure to miss.

"Next time I won't miss." I close the door and started to get ready.

-----

I get out the shower and start to get ready. I blow my hair out and do some light make up. I walk into my room and I start getting dressed. I put on a silk Dolce and Gabbana old Hollywood dress on. I pair it with a Ophelie T-strap sandals from Gucci of course. I put on a necklace and a pair of earrings and golden Ippolita anniversary stack on.

I walk out of my room and Tommy is waiting for me in the foyer. He looked at me stark struck.

"Thomas if you say something. I will make sure to chop your limbs off piece by piece." I tell him while grabbing my dress so I can walk properly.

-(WITH OLIVER)

Oliver walks out of the house and unbuttons his jacket and opens the door. He peeps his head in and sees Diggle.

"Put on your seat belt, sir. Wouldn't want you to miss your party." He says to Oliver.

Oliver accepts his defeat and gets into the car.

-(AT THE CLUB)

I walk into the by myself because I told Tommy to get there before me because I wanted to go on my bike.

I walk in and I see Oliver.

"Oh great." I say under my breath.

I walk up next to Oliver and I don't say anything. I can feel him look over at me.

"You look amazing tonight." He says while looking at me up and down.

"You don't look to bad yourself Oliver." I say.

"Well should we start walking down?" He asks me and offers my hand. I take it.

We start walking down the stairs and he takes his phone out of his pocket. The time reads 9:07pm. Tommy sees us and looks at his hand in hand and smirks. Tommy asks the DJ to cut the music and he runs up to us.

"Everybody, hey! Man and Woman of the hour!" He says wrapping his arm around Olivers shoulder and slaps his chest. "Whoo! And ladies, please give this man a proper homecoming." Tommy says we both walk down the stairs.

"Thank you very much everybody!" Oliver tells the crowd

"Ollie, Ollie, Ollie, Ollie. Jellybean!" He hands us shots of tequila. We all take the shot and I squeeze my face.

"I missed tequila!" I yell out and the crowd cheers.

-(WITH HUNT)

Hunt picks up his glass of whiskey, the time reads 9:25pm. He takes a sip of the whiskey. His men are getting ready, loading up their guns with bullets and giving each other magazines.

"What the hell is going on out there?" Hunt asks Drakon who is staring outside the window.

"Party for the guy and chick who got rescued off that island." Drakon tells Hunt. "Oliver Queen and (Y/N) Merlyn."

Adam takes another sips and he walks away angrily.

-(AT THE CLUB)

Oliver is flirting is out somewhere flirting with other girls some where else. Im on the dance floor dancing with a guy.

Tommy walks up to Oliver and they both look at Diggle.

"Hey, does he wipe for you, too?" Tommy asks. "Now by my rough estimate you have not had sex in 1839 day."

"Uhhh well you're wrong actually bud." Oliver says

"Oh wow really with who? Is she anyone I know?" Tommy turns around and looks around.

"Yes. It is." Oliver says while smirking.

"Well who's the lucky lady?" Tommy asks again. Olivers looking at you on the dance floor dancing with another guy.

"That shall forever remain a secret." Oliver says.

"Wells lets find you another gal. And as your wing man, I highly recommend Carmen Golden." Tommy says.

"Which one is she?" Oliver asks crossing his arms while looking at three girls who are dancing.

"The one that looks like the chick from Twilight." Tommy says.

"What's Twilight?" Oliver asks confused

"You're so better off not knowing."

I walk over to Ollie.

"Did you invite T? She's over there talking with some dude and her friends are here too. And the last time I checked they were all 17." I look at Oliver crossing my arms as I looked at Thea. The guy hands Thea something and me and Oliver look at each other.

"We'll be back in a minute." Oliver says. We walk next to each other and walk over to Thea.

"Ollie (Y/N), hey!" Thea says "Well this party is sick." She says smiling.

"Who let you in here?" Oliver asks her.

"I- I believe it was someone who said 'Right this way Miss. Queen"

"Well you shouldn't be here T." I tell her with a soft caring look on my face while my arms are crossed.

"(Y/N) im not 12 anymore." She looks at me.

"No, you're 17." Oliver says

"Ollie (Y/N) I, I love you. But you cant come back here and judge me." She looks at him. "Especially for being like you two." She looks at both of us and I just stand there in shock.

"I know that it couldn't have been easy for you when we were away-" Oliver tells her before she cuts him off.

"Away? No you guys died. My brother, my sister and my father died." She said. I felt bad for her, knowing she went through all of that at a young age. "I went to your funerals."

"We know T." I say.

"No, you don't. Mom had Walter and I had no one. You guys act like its cool. Lets forget about the last five years. Well I cant. For me, its kind of permanently in there so im sorry if I turned out some major disappointment. But this, me is the best I can do with what I had to work with" She said. "Lets bounce." She walks over to her friends.

"You have the fun dip?" Theas friend asks her.

"Yeah, its, its right here. No I, I must've dropped it." Thea says.

I show the little bottle to Oliver and he smirks at me. We walk over to the trash and he throws it out. Diggle saw us and just smirked while buttoning his jacket. We walk the opposite direction and Oliver bumps into someone. Laurel. God damn she's everywhere. I roll my eyes and look at them

"Oh! Oh. You're here." He says to her.

"Tommy. He made me realize the point that we have too many years between us to leave things the way we left them." She says. "Is there someplace quieter that we could go?" She asks.

I scoff and I look at Oliver. I look at him and he's about to take her somewhere else. I let go of his hand.

"Yeah." He smiles at her taking her somewhere else.

"Whatever dude." I say under my breath as I roll my eyes. I go to the bar and I ask the bartender for his strongest drink.

"Give me the good stuff." I wink at him and he starts to prepare my drink.

"Im going to need a couple so keep em' coming" I tell him as I down the first shot.

-(WITH LAUREL AND OLIVER)

"Im sorry about saying that you should've been the one who died. That was wrong" Laurel apologizes to Oliver.

"If I could trade places with her, I would." Oliver says.

Laurel stops and faces Oliver.

"About Sarah.. there's been something I've been afraid to ask but I need to know." She says holding back her tears.

"Okay." Oliver says softly.

"When she died.. did she suffer?" She tilts her head asking while tears form in her eyes.

"No! Sarah!"

"Aah!"

"No." Oliver tells her.

"I think about her everyday." Laurel says.

"Me too." Oliver say sympathetically.

" I guess we still have one thing in common then. I cant believe im going to say this, but.. if you need someone to talk to about what happened to you, im here." She tells him.

Olivers phone starts ringing. The time reads 10pm and there is nothing in the account. He sighs and puts his phone away.

"Something wrong?" Laurel asks.

"I asked somebody to do something. They didn't do it. Laurel. You always saw the best in me. Right now, that's what you're doing. You're looking at me and you're wondering if that island changed me somehow? If it made me a better person? It didn't. Stay away from me otherwise.. im just going to hurt you again. This time it will be worse. Got to roll. I got five years of debauchery to catch up on." He says about to walk away.

Laurel gets closer and she looks like she's about to cry.

"You know what Oliver.. You're wrong that island did change you. At least now you're honest." Laurel walks away. Oliver rolls his eyes and stands there.

-(INSIDE)

Oliver walks through the back. Diggle's there waiting for him.

"Something I can help you with, sir?" Diggle asks while fixing his sleeves. Oliver stops in his tracks.

Oliver turns back to look at him.

"I just wanted a second to myself." Oliver says with a fake smile.

"I would believe you, Mr.Queen, if you weren't so full of crap." Diggle tells Oliver. "Party's this way." Diggle points to the entrance to the club.

Oliver goes to the door and grabs the door knob.

"Its locked." He says making Diggle try to go open it.

Before Diggle touched the knob, Oliver grabs him and puts him a headlock.

-(WITH HUNT)

"You two cover the elevator. Hang back and be ready." Says Drakon to four men with guns. He starts walking towards Hunts office. "Stay in the corners and stay alert." He walks into Hunts office and closes the door. He puts in a code in a keypad and it locks the door.

"Its past 10. He's never getting in here."

Oliver throws an arrow next to Hunts window and I do the same.

The lights turn off. They look at the door and once of Hunts guards stands by the door waiting. The elevator dings. Oliver walks out of the elevator and start punching the guys near the elevator.

Oliver throws his bow at a guy and jump kick of the wall onto the ground while holding him.

"You know. Its really a bummer you had to call the cops for back up. I didn't expect a man with so much power needed back up. But with every powerful man comes a coward under the mask." I say crossing my legs looking at Hunt. His bodyguard and Drakon put their guns up and I laugh.

"tch tch tch, play easy boys, no need to get violent." I say laughing. "You know you guys are honestly so dumb" I say putting their magazines from their guns on the table. "Drakon, and you call yourself the head of security but how did you not hear me or my partner." Adam and Drakon go to reach for their walkie talkies.

Oliver throws one of the men threw the door and the other bodyguard shoots him. Oliver walks in and shoots the bodyguards. Drakon grabs my foot and drags me off the table which makes me hit my head on the table hard. I place my hand on the back of my head. As I moved my hand I see blood and I immediately become light headed. The last thing I saw was Oliver and Drakon fighting.

Adam makes his escape and calls Lance.

"Hes here." Adam says walking onto the elevator.

"All units, coverage" Lance says into the walkie talkie. "All units, converge!" Lance yells walking to the building.

By the time Lance makes it to the floor we're on Oliver threw a throwing star at Drakons neck. By the time they made it the floor, Oliver already grabbed me and zip lined to the clubs roof.

-(WITH YOU AND OLIVER)

Oliver walks into the bathroom with you in his arms, he takes off your costume and puts you back in your dress and shoes. He hears some voices yelling and he realizes its Lance. He puts your head on his lap and starts stroking your hair. He threw your duffle bags into one of the garbage in the cans in the hallways.

"Starling City Police! Open up!" Lance says from the other side of the door.

"Its open!" Oliver says while rubbing your back.

"Ha-" Lance was going to say something but then he realizes that you and Oliver are on the floor.

"Is she okay? does she need any medical assistance?" Lance asks sarcastically.

"No, she didn't feel well so she's just resting for a little." Oliver says with a smile on his face.

"Did you know your guy in the green hood just attacked Adam Hunt just next door." Lance says putting his hands in his pocket.

"Whos Adam Hunt?" Oliver asks. He gets up and makes his way back to the floor. "Hey! 2 million dollars to the person who finds a guy in a green hood." The crowd cheers and Oliver goes back to you.

He picks you out bridal style and carries you out the club.

"Ollie! Ollie!" Tommy yells out. Oliver turns around and looks at him. "Is she okay?" He asks while walking up the stairs with Oliver.

"Yeah she fine. She just passed out so im taking her home." He tells Tommy as they arrive to the entrance.

"Alright, take care of her. Ill tell everyone you left." Tommy puts his hand on Olivers shoulder and walks back down to the party.

Oliver places you in the car and drives off to the base.

----

You get to the base and Oliver takes you out of the car. He picks you up bridal style and takes you inside.

He places you on the table softly and steps back. He looks at you and admires you. He smiles then grabs the case. He takes out the herbs Yao Fei had given him. He mashes it up and puts water in it. He lifts your head and makes you drink it.

Your fight or flight activated and you started attacking Oliver. Oliver took both your hands and put them together. He puts hand cuffs on your right hand and cuffs it to the table.

----

In the morning, Oliver is sitting at the desk, Hes looking at the money transferring into all the peoples accounts. He looks at the book and crosses Adams name out. He looks at the photo of his father from the book he had picked up the other day.

-(FLASHBACK)-

Everyone is asleep except Robert. (Y/N) had her head on Olivers shoulder while having their fingers intertwined and Robert had his hand around Oliver. Robert was looking at the crewmate, asleep with a knife in his hand.

"There's not enough for all of us." Robert whispers in Olivers ear. Oliver wakes up and looks at his father.

"Save your strength." Oliver tells his father.

"You two can survive this." Robert says whispering to his son. "Make it home, make it better. 'Right my wrongs.' But you got to live through this first." Robert says shaking Oliver making sure hes listening to him and not falling asleep. "You hear me Ollie? You hear me son?" Robert asks.

"You just rest dad." Oliver says quietly trying not to wake you up and falling back asleep.

"Yup." He says bluntly while kissing Olivers head. He moves Oliver off of him, which makes (Y/N) moves a little to adjust to the new position.

Robert pulls out a gun and shoots the crewmate. This make (Y/N) and Oliver jump.

"Dad?" Oliver says in shock.

"Survive." Robert says before putting the gun to his head and shooting himself.

"No! No!" Oliver yells while you try to keep him calm. (Y/N) bring him over to you and you grab his hand and put his head on your shoulder. He starts crying and you just let him.

-(END OF FLASHBACK)-

Oliver sits back in his seat remembering what had happened in that safety boat. He hears your groaning in pain.

"I feel like im having the worst hangover of my life." I say while groaning and putting my free hand on my face.

"Says the girl who's spent her whole 20's in a hangover." Says Oliver turning around to look at me in the chair.

"Un-cuff me. Please." I ask him and and he gets up and grabs the key to the cuff.

He un-cuffs you and you move your wrist. You get up and look at him.

"I need to go home and change. I smell as bad as you did on the island." I say laughing at my own joke. I grab my heels and start walking out.

"Ha ha very funny (Y/N)" Oliver says sarcastically.

"Whatever!!" You say walking out.

-(WITH LAUREL)

"If hypothetically $50,000 magically appeared in your bank account it might be best for you not to speak about it to anyone ever." Laurel says talking to someone on the phone. She laughs. "God bless you, too."

"I just got a very grateful phone call for one of our clients against Adam Hunt." Say Anastasia to Laurel.

"Me too." Laurel says while shaking her head and smiling.

"It looks like Starling City has a guardian angel." Anastasia says. She leans in closer and whispers "By the way, your cute friend is here." Anastasia says. Laurels smile drops and she turns around her chair. Tommy's standing there with his hands in his pocket smiling.

----

"You left the party pretty quick last night even after I made sure the bar was stocked with pinot noir."Tommy says.

"It wasn't really my scene."Laurel says.

"I thought maybe you and Oliver went Mano a Mano again. I saw you two head out." Tommy says teasing her.

"There's nothing between Oliver and I, not anymore." She says making sure he understood.

"And here I thought the only thing between you and Oliver was us." He says looking away.

"I wouldn't exactly characterize us as an us, Tommy." She says while she stops walking.

"Then what would you call it?" He asks her.

"A lapse."

"That's quite a few lapses." He states. "Your place, my place, my place again." He smiles. Laurel looks at him and chuckles.

"Oh, come on, Merlyn, we both know that you're not a one-girl type of guy."

"Depends on the girl." He says looking at her.

"I have to go back to work." She tells him getting ready to start walking back. She turns around and Tommy shakes his head.

"Dinah Laurel Lance. Always trying to save the world." He says and she turns around.

"Hey, if I don't try to save it, who will?" She asks him with a smile on her face. She turns back around and goes back to work.

Oliver was there, the entire time listening in into their whole conversation.

"She says the island changed me."

-(FLASHBACK)-

"She has no idea how much."

Oliver sits up and tries to fix his vision.

"There are many more names on the list those who rule our city through intimidation and fear. Every last one of them will wish we had died on that island."

He taps (Y/N) awake and points to the island they are approaching.

-(AT QUEEN MANOR)-

A man walks down the stairs and starts talking.

"The police failed to identify the men I hired to kidnap Oliver and(Y/N). They never will." The man says. "Should we arrange another abduction?" he asks.

"No. There are other ways of finding out what my son knows." Taglist:

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