#tommy merlyn fanfiction

[akariamai]

Glitch [Part 3]

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4

Pairing: Tommy Merlyn x Reader

Word Count: 1228

You couldn’t help but shake as you neared the Meryln residence. Cooking had always been a world of passion for you, but everything had to go smoothly today. Today is the day you will meet your recently found best friend. You could feel yourself getting cold feet. Oliver Queen was not just Tommy’s best friend, but his chosen brother. What if he didn’t like you? Would it be the end of your relationship?

‘It’s just a dinner.’ You thought, ‘An important dinner with an important figure in Tommy’s life.’

You never felt this way when you had an impromptu dinner with Tommy’s father, Malcolm Merlyn. He had invited himself to one of your more extravagant dates and took the liberty to introduce himself to his son’s ‘current bed warmer’ (his words, not Tommy’s).

You know you wouldn’t be able to survive another embarrassment. Tommy doesn’t hold his father’s opinion in any regard, but Oliver is different. Despite his flaws, Tommy held Olivier in high regard.

Tommy did not take kindly to his father’s words. He promptly cursed his father for speaking in such a way to you, swiftly paid the bill, and got you away from his father and his venomous words. After the horrendous dinner, Tommy apologized for the interruption and his father’s callous words.

‘Please let this dinner turn out better.’

You parked your car, gathered the grocery bags, and walked up towards the door. One of the maids gave you a gentle smile before allowing you inside. You vaguely remember the way to the kitchen. After the encounter with Tommy’s father, the two of you didn’t spend much time at Tommy’s place.

You called out his name before stepping into the exceptionally spacious kitchen. It was the type of kitchen you would see on television—the type advertised to be for the middle class but clearly for the filthy rich. The kind that is just for show and never used.

“Here.” He turned to you with a bright smile. He was finally getting his dream: his best friend and girl were about to meet. It was something he thought would only stay a dream, but somehow it became reality.

You turned your attention away from him and onto the new kitchenware. He definitely bought them for this occasion, even though you offered to bring your cooking utensils. You had even insisted on hosting the dinner at your place, but he had a vision of how things would play out.

You shook your head in disbelief. “You didn’t have to buy all of this.” The equipment alone must’ve cost a fortune, and what a waste if it was only used once.

“How else am I supposed to show off that I am an amazing cook?” He joked. “I need to have proof, don’t I?”

You hummed, “And what have you cooked in this kitchen? Let alone the new kitchenware.”

He shook his head and raised his hands. “It is not about what I have or haven’t cooked in this kitchen. It is about the possibilities of what I can make. Especially for the love of my life and my best friend.”

You could almost feel your heart bursting out of your chest. ‘The love of his life’ It was like hearing your favorite song on the radio. It felt like a warm blanket was wrapping you up on a chilly winter night.

“That sounds like someone who has never worked a bone in this kitchen.” You say, almost daring him to disagree with you, before raising an eyebrow, “Am I wrong?”

He gripped his white shirt in what was supposed to be anguish. “How could you attack my ego so unapologetic? I thought we had something good.” He wasn’t the best actor; his feeble illusion was shattered by the laughter coming through his words.

You joined in, laughing until your stomach hurt. “I just want to keep my man on Earth with me. I can’t have him floating away.”

His composure shattered, and he erupted in laughter. His laugh, his genuine laugh, was so light and gentle. It reminded you of the wind chimes your grandmother would hang out on the porch as the wind created music. You would never tire of hearing his laugh.

He clapped his hands and brought you back from your daydream. “Let’s get started! I want to show off my skills.”

“Or lack thereof.” You joked.

“Hey!” He pouted. He watched as you removed the ingredients from the brown paper bags. “What do you want me to do, chief?”

“Did you preheat the ovens like I told you?” You asked about covering several sheet pans with aluminum foil.

“Yes.” He said, “One was set at 225 and the other at 450.”

“Perfect.” You gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Take the mini medley potatoes and wash them before placing them on this.” You pointed at one of the olive oil-covered pans and said, “Pan and smash them with the bottom of the jar.”

Tommy exclaimed, “Yes, chef!” You could hear him take the potatoes to the sink and turn on the water while you seasoned the bone-in rib eye with salt and pepper.

The time the two of you spent making the perfect dinner felt so mundane. It was something you could imagine doing for the rest of your life with him. Tommy was not your first boyfriend, but he was the first to spend time with you in the kitchen. Normally, you would be busy cooking dinner while they played video games with their friends. You used to do it alone, but these two of you were perfect. You would give anything to continue to have moments like this.

‘Oliver should be here soon.’ You busied yourself by mindlessly plating the uncut rib eye onto the decorative platter. As you did so, Tommy spent his time stabbing toothpicks onto the Bourbon Glaze bacon-wrapped shrimp and moving them to a different plate.

As the two of you continued to finish up, a roar sounded out from Tommy’s stomach, which led to the two of you laughing. “All this work made me hungry.” He rubbed his stomach sheepishly. “Oliver needs to get here soon, or else I’ll riot.”

“He’ll be here soon.” You reassured him before handing him the shrimp. “Go put this on the table.”

“Yes chef!”

Almost as if you could read his thoughts, you called out, “And no snacking!” You could only hear a disappointed groan as you watched him walk into the dining room and disappear. You thought, ‘He was the love of your life. He was your person.’ You would climb mountains to be his.

You were thankful to have Tommy in your life. He showed you the love authors write about—a love you once thought only existed inside the pages of a novel, and you prayed this was real. And that you didn’t conjure him up in your imagination.

You portioned out the cuts of the rib eye in your mind before slicing into it. The slices should not be too big or too small. Each slice should carry enough chimichurri sauce to melt in your mouth.

Once you finished, you washed your hands and checked to see if you had acquired any stains on your clothing. When you deemed yourself presentable, the doorbell rang, and your body tightened. Dinner was about to commence.

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[xgoddessoffandomsx]

Me writing Arrow fanfiction and actively ignoring the comics because I fucking can.

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[kitkatt0430]

Haven't done this in a while, but HOPPY EASTER everyone, here have an Easter gift of villains being villainous in a villains win story.

The obvious solution to save Dante seemed to be to make sure he was sent somewhere far, far away. Which Savitar cheerfully agreed to. “I know a few realities we could drop him off on where he’d be relatively safe. Live out a normal human life, only have to worry about the normal human problems. Cars are dangerous and so is walking down the stairs if you trip. Hell, bad run in with a vacuum cleaner and next thing you know you’re going in for MRIs and knee surgery.” “Do you ever shut up?” Reverb muttered in irritation. If he’d asked Zoom something like that? Vibrating hand through the chest, immediately. Savitar just laughed.

Savitar is a bit of a talkative and sarcastic little shit in this one, but once Reverb gets more comfortable around him the banter will be much more two-sided. (This is totally villain flirting, right?)

But it's not just villains being villainous around here. From the Eobard-is-the-shitty-ex fic for Barry/Cisco/Hartley...

“I let Eobard convince me you were a lying brat and by the time I realized he’d been playing me…” Cisco hesitated. “I’m sorry, Hartley. I should have listened to you.” “And maybe if I hadn’t been an easily flattered idiot, I would have realized what he was really up to and turned him in with proof before things got too far.” Hartley heaved a sigh. “Maybe I could have stopped him before he ever had the chance to hurt either of you.” “Him using you… using all of us… that’s not any of our faults,” Barry said. And, for the first time, he might even believe it.

The only reason Barry can pull out of his own guilt complex? He feels the need to help Cisco and Hartley pull out of theirs. Right now they're sitting outside the building where a long hearing over Eobard's actions just took place and old grievances are being aired and reviewed. So it's been a long, hard day for all three of them, having to give testimony on their relationships with Eobard at some point during the process. But the hearing was entirely off screen, because I didn't want to have to research the actual process of investigating these kinds of allegations. Just move on to these three bonding, shall we?

Tommy is having to deal with a lot of obnoxious Queen family nonsense in the Ep3 rewrite for my Arrow Redux series. Including Oliver teasing him a little over wearing some of his mom's things as a kid. Though, to be fair, there's definitely the impression afterwards that Oliver liked getting to see Tommy in those things...

“We were, what… twelve? Thirteen.” “Ollie, do not.” “And we found your mom’s old stuff in the attic…” Tommy sighed. “I looked good in the tiara and heels, shut up.” Dig chuckled softly. “You must have missed her a lot,” he offered, looking amused by their antics. “I did. I still do. I have most of her things squirreled away in storage, actually,” he said with an amused smile. “And I do still look good in the tiara and heels,” he added with a smirk, just to see how that would get taken.

I've still got about... a third of the episode left to go? And then I can run cleanup on the fic. I'm also using this scene to set up an event taking place between episodes 6 & 7 as I'm trying to use the airdates of episodes as guidelines for approximately when the events within them occur and Tommy is going to be participating in an annual charity auction for an LGBT+ cause. A date auction, of course. ;)

Instead of trying to fit that into an episode rewrite, I'll probably just include it as it's own separate fic between those two rewrites.

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[realityisoverrated-fic]

Chapters: 6/7 Fandom: Arrow (TV 2012) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak, Tommy Merlyn/Felicity Smoak, Tommy Merlyn/Oliver Queen, Tommy Merlyn/Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak Characters: Oliver Queen, Felicity Smoak, Tommy Merlyn Additional Tags: Smoaking billionaires, olicity - Freeform, flommy, Toliver, Polyamory, Polyfidelity, Canon-Typical Violence, Mystery, Kidnapping, Threats of Violence, Threats of Violence to Children Series: Part 210 of Infinite Love Summary:

Oliver, Felicity, and Tommy have gone away on a romantic long weekend and left Bobby in charge of his younger siblings. Things are going well up until the moment they are taken at gunpoint. Team Arrow and the Justice League race to find the children before the trail goes cold.

#arrow #oliver queen #felicity smoak #tommy merlyn #smoaking billionaires #olicity #flommy #toliver #infinite love #arrow fanfiction

[schrijverr]

What Happens in Hong Kong…

What if the fight in 1x19: Unfinished Business had gone a little differently and Tommy learned about Oliver kidnapping him in Hong Kong?

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: mentions of canonical violence and canonical character death

~~~

Oliver is still off balance about today as he wanders back into the club. Seeing the Count like that, deciding not to kill him, it’s strange. There was a time where he wouldn’t have hesitated to put that arrow in his brain, but today he couldn’t do it.

He wonders how he’s changing. There is so much darkness inside of him that he ripped out and put into this persona, transmitting it from Kapyushon to the Hood. But now that darkness is leaving the Hood and he isn’t sure if it’s leaving him all together, or if Oliver Queen is reabsorbing that darkness.

A movement catches his eyes and he instinctively focuses on it, assessing it as a threat.

It’s Tommy and he immediately feels guilty about putting Tommy in the threat category, even though he knows his brain just works that way. He spots the folder in Tommy’s hand and sees an opportunity to make up, calling out a “Hey,” that stops Tommy in his tracks.

“How are we doing?” Oliver asks. He knows the other man is mad at him, but he doesn’t know how much. The question feels neutral enough to get a gauge on where they stand, before making his next move.

“In the black,” Tommy answers curtly, not meeting his eyes. Still mad then. It’s confirmed when Tommy coolly asks: “Did the Hood get his man?”

“Well,” Oliver lets out a breath, “we won’t have any problems with Vertigo anymore.” He isn’t sure if the question was genuine, but he’d rather not risk it. Plus, maybe showing he did some good will make Tommy less mad.

It doesn’t seem to work. Tommy keeps his back turned to him and is now counting money. If he wants to make it right, he’s going to have to do better than pretending it didn’t happen. It’s difficult for him, but Oliver manages to start: “Look, Tommy, I’m sorry-”

“I’ve caught up the bookkeeping and all my notes on the inventory are in there, along with the list of supplier that we use,” Tommy cuts him off.

An uncomfortable feeling crawls down Oliver’s throat and constricts his chest, but he doesn’t want to read into the situation. Doesn’t want to believe what his brain clicks together. Doesn’t want to assess all possibilities and plan. He doesn’t want to let Tommy go. So, he falls into an easy pattern that has always come to him and plays dumb, saying: “Okay? I don’t see why you’re telling me that.”

Tommy turns around, meeting his gaze with eyes he barely recognizes. He has never seen Tommy upset with him like this.

“This club is important to me,” Tommy tells him, then walks forward accusingly. “But for you it’s just a front. You want me to keep your secret, help you be this thing you’ve become, but you refuse to see me for what I’ve become. I’ve got just a bit more self-respect for that.”

Each and every word hits him in his chest and he watches helplessly as Tommy walks away. His brother in all but blood is leaving his club – their club – with nothing more than an, “I quit,” thrown over his shoulder.

Oliver can’t let that happen.

Tommy is his rock, always has been. Being able to work with him is one of the best thing that has happened to him. Tommy is such a joy, so innocent and untainted by all the darkness Oliver carries inside him. When he’s with him, he can almost forget his own darkness.

There is a truth to Tommy’s words. He doesn’t see Tommy for who he has become, not entirely at least, and that hurts. Because Tommy isn’t the same. He has gotten more mature. Oliver just saw that same happiness and mistook it for immaturity, because his own happiness has been beaten out of him so he could survive and he can’t fathom surviving while being happy, can’t fathom living instead of surviving.

“Wait,” he calls out, before Tommy can open the door, needing him to stay.

A relief washes over him when Tommy pauses, however, he doesn’t turn around, just stills as he waits to see what will come out of Oliver’s mouth next. It’s terrifying, because he has lost the way he would charm himself out of trouble, replaced it with beating the problem until it’s gone. But now he has to talk and hope it’s enough to keep his friend.

“It’s not-” he starts, then realizes that saying it’s not you, but me, probably isn’t the best idea. He bites his lips, then starts again: “When I was on the island, I- I wasn’t alone.”

Tommy makes a confused noise and turns just a bit, throwing a glance Oliver’s way. He knows everyone wants him to open up about what happened there, talk to them. Whether it’s concern or morbid curiosity. Tommy isn’t immune either.

He could talk about Slade, how he turned in a matter of minutes due to drugs in his system. How he’s had friends turn against him. But he doesn’t. It won’t work. Because it’s not Tommy, who is the problem; it’s him.

“There were these group of mercenaries, who were trying to set up a base of operation there. Off the grid,” Oliver twists the truth. He’s sure Amanda Waller won’t like him talking about her involvement there and he doesn’t fancy A.R.G.U.S. showing up on his doorstep any time soon.

“I ran into a special ops, who’d been trying to stop them, but got stranded on the island when his plane was shot down. He helped me survive and get away from these men, but he’d gotten shot. We had targets on our back,” Oliver says, watching as Tommy turns around fully now, listening intently, though with a confused frown on his face.

“There were these herbs in a previous hideout we’d used and we needed them to treat his wound, so I went to get them,” Oliver explains, glad he found a good way to present this, though a little sick for what he was about to admit next.

“When I got there, I found a man. He was tied up, beaten bloody,” Oliver says, swallowing thickly as he remembers him. “He told me he was on a school trip on a fishing boat and it went down, that he washed up here and was found by those mercs, who were about to kill them until they’d been called away for a scuffle. Me and my friend, probably.”

Tommy is now letting go of the handle. Oliver has successfully convinced him to stay and listen, interesting him enough to not want to leave. A part of him wishes he would have failed, so he doesn’t have to actually get to telling this part.

“He begged me to cut him free, terrified those men would come back and finish what they started,” he says, dragging it out, because he doesn’t want to say it, until he has to. He is quiet for a beat, taking a harsh breath, before he rips the band aid off: “I didn’t cut him free. I left him there.”

Oliver looks at the ground, determined not to see Tommy’s expression and glad for that determination when an outraged Tommy exclaims: “What the hell, man! Why not?”

He looks up, his eyes filled with emotions that are warring in his chest as he admits: “Because I didn’t know him, Tommy. I left him there to die, because I couldn’t confirm his story and we couldn’t use a liability.”

Tommy is quiet for a moment, then scoffs: “So what? Am I the liability? Is that what you’re saying?”

He had a whole point with the story, about how he doesn’t know anyone anymore. That he knows they’ve all changed, but he doesn’t know how and he can’t risk it. But having Tommy think that… it’s the worst. Tommy has always been too good. Oliver must rectify it immediately.

“No!” the word comes out quick and harsh, followed by a waterfall of words that had been trapped inside him and now come rushing out: “It’s me. Can’t you see that? For five years, I had to mistrust everyone, try to find their masks, before it got me. Because that guy? He wasn’t a student on a field trip at all. He was one of them. When we got captured, he was there, manning their equipment. It was a trap. I made the right call by leaving someone to die, Tommy.”

His breathing is harsh now and Tommy has recoiled from him when he started talking, his voice getting louder and louder.

When he opens his mouth again, his voice is softer, almost a whisper and coated in shame: “I see that you’ve changed. I see it, Tommy, I do. But a part of my brain can’t help but wonder if it’s a mask, a ruse. When it’s gonna drop and how it’s going to screw me over. Mistrusting everyone comes so much easier to me now.”

He swallows and admits: “It’s not you, it’s everyone. I don’t trust my mom when she says that I’m home, that I’m safe and she loves me. Don’t trust Thea when she hugs me, afraid she’ll have a knife at my back. And that’s on me. Not them.”

He meets Tommy’s eyes, tears in his own, though he valiantly fights them down. He has turned off his emotions for years now, he can manage not crying, no matter how hard it is. Across from him, Tommy looks shocked and a little heartbroken. Oliver wishes he wasn’t used to getting that expression from people, confirming how fucked in the head he is.

“I am so sorry that I thought you dealt those drugs. I know you better than that- I should know you better than that. It’s not a mask with you, it couldn’t have been. Anyone who’d fly across the world to find me, wouldn’t be going behind my back,” Oliver says, needing Tommy to understand.

At first it looks like it’s going to work, like opening up is actually going to help. Which is great, because he’ll keep his friend, but horrible, because then he might have to do it more.

However, then Tommy frowns and suspicious he asks: “How did you know I’d flown across the world to try and find you?”

“Uhm, Laurel mentioned it,” Oliver says, kicking himself for bringing it up.

“No, she couldn’t have. No one knew, except my dad. I didn’t want to give anyone false hope,” Tommy shakes his head. “You couldn’t have known, unless- unless you were there.”

Oliver’s heart stops. He never should have let that slip, how could he have been so stupid. Now, he needs to do damage control as quickly as he can. Tommy can never – never – end up on Amanda’s radar.

“Tommy, look at me, look at me right now,” Oliver snaps, moving towards the other as fast as he can to grab his face to force him to meet his eyes, having to force himself to not care about how Tommy flinches back and struggles. “You cannot tell anyone, and I mean anyone, about Hong Kong.”

“So you were really there?” Tommy asks, his voice distorted by Oliver’s grip, which would have been funnier were it not for the betrayal that’s in there too.

“Promise me you won’t tell,” Oliver insists.

“Did you see me?” Tommy demands, not replying to Oliver.

Oliver lets go of his face to shake his shoulders, repeating: “Promise me you won’t tell.”

“Not until you tell me how you know,” Tommy says angrily.

After quickly running through all his options, Oliver admits: “I was the one that kidnapped you. Now promise me.”

“What the hell, man!”

“Promise me,” Oliver yells.

“You just said you kidnapped me! You were not on that island. Why the hell would you not come home? Why would you lie about that? Why would you hide that?”

“Just promise me you won’t tell, it’s important.”

“Why?”

“Because they might come for you,” Oliver explodes.

“Who?” Tommy explodes right back.

“The- the people that got me from the island,” Oliver says, quietly, looking around as if he expects Amanda to appear from the shadows.

“Oliver, tell me what happened,” Tommy asks. He isn’t angry anymore, but confused and obviously hurt, as well as concerned. He’s so Tommy. So like his mother. Oliver has never been good at saying no to Tommy, it’s how they got into so much trouble together.

He sighs, looks around, then drags Tommy down to the basement, making sure to close the door behind him and sweep the room.

“Uhm, you’re- you’re kind of scaring me, dude,” Tommy chuckles nervously.

“Good,” Oliver says, giving him a glare. Before taking a centering breath. He doesn’t want to be mad at Tommy. It’s not his fault.

“The wrong kind of people heard about what happened on the island. We stopped those mercs. Not because it was the right thing to do or some noble reason or whatever. They were a threat to me, so they had to go, and they had a possible way off the island, which was good. We took them down, because of selfish reasons,” Oliver says.

“We? Your friend, the spy dude?” Tommy asks.

“Yes,” Oliver says, seeing no reason in mentioning Shado… or Sara. “He- He didn’t make it. I did.” It still hurts to say that, no matter how many years have passed and how it ended between them. He still misses his friend, despite what he turned into.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“So, uhm, the wrong people heard? What does that mean?” Tommy says, an obvious prompt to get him to talk and get the uncomfortable silence to end. Oliver misses the time their silences were never uncomfortable.

“At first I actually thought they rescued me,” Oliver says bitterly. “But they just needed me to break in somewhere. As a dead man, no one would notice if I didn’t come back. And no one would suspect it was me. Perfect fall guy.”

“That’s seven kinds of fucked up.”

“Tell me about it,” Oliver grins, though it’s more a quirk of his lips these days. “I tried to escape, logged into my email, before I was recaptured.”

“It was really you,” Tommy breathes, still a little disbelieving.

“It was,” Oliver confirms. “A few days later, I find myself on a rooftop with a gun pointed at your head.”

“What?” Tommy chokes.

“They needed me inconspicuous. You can’t be that if there is someone going around town with your picture. They needed you off the board. I didn’t want to shoot you.”

“And you didn’t, because I would have known that.”

Oliver smiles at the reaction, a bit of his guilt alleviated by Tommy’s ability to make a joke about the whole situation. “No, I didn’t,” he agrees. “The kidnapping you was necessary to get you out, because if I didn’t take you off the board, someone else would have. And they wouldn’t have hesitated in pulling that trigger.”

Tommy pales and swallows heavily, retroactively scared for his life, which had been in danger without him even knowing. Oliver wishes he could take that fear, that Tommy would have never known that he had a gun pointed at him, that he tranquilized him and took him to a warehouse where he scared the shit out of him.

“So you saved my life?” Tommy squeaks after a second. And Oliver’s heart lets out a rush of warmth while breaking. Of course Tommy would see that as saving his life, not endangering it.

“I made sure you weren’t killed, sure,” Oliver agrees, because he doesn’t feel like flaying himself open more than he already has. This is why he doesn’t open up to anyone, it just invites questions and feelings.

“Did you do the break in for them?” Tommy asks.

Oliver nods tightly. “Not much else I could do,” he says, trying to forget seeing everyone here, being home, as well as the devastation in Hong Kong. Akio dying, General Shrieve tortured. Both by his hands.

“And what then, this was years ago. Did they keep you captive?” Tommy demands to know, which is valid, since he did say he was on the island for five years when he obviously wasn’t.

The more Tommy knows, the more danger he’s in, he doesn’t need to know about the Bratva and he probably wouldn’t believe the magic bit. Yeah, if he tells him about the magic bit, he’ll probably end up right next to the Count.

So he tells another half truth, pretending to be sincere, because that’s his entire life at this point. At least he doesn’t have to fake the bitterness when he says: “When it was done, they drugged me and dropped me right back on that god forsaken island. Covering up their tracks. I suppose I should be grateful they kept their end of the bargain and didn’t kill me.”

Tommy has wide disbelieving eyes and he staggers to the chair Felicity usually sits in as he processes everything Oliver just told him.

Oliver gives him a minute or so, before he softly says: “You’re free to walk away, Tommy. You’re free to hate me for lying to you about it, or suspecting you for the drugs. I’m fine with that. But, please, promise me you won’t tell anyone I was off that island.”

“You think they’re still watching you?” Tommy hisses, looking around now too, much like Oliver did earlier.

“I don’t think they have someone trailing me, but they likely will show up if rumors about this start going around,” Oliver says honestly. Amanda likes her status quo, she won’t let Oliver risk her operation.

“Fuck, man,” Tommy says, letting out a deep breath. He leans back in the chair and rubs his face, while Oliver studies him nervously.

Tommy hasn’t retracted his quitting, nor has he reacted beyond telling Oliver how fucked it all was, which is nice and strange. Oliver does know what happened to him was kind of fucked up, but fucked up has become his normal that he didn’t even realize until he saw Tommy react to what he told him.

“Are you still going to quit?” Oliver asks after a bit, unable to take the silence that is interspersed with mutterings of that’s so fucked up from his friend.

“I’m still a bit mad at you,” Tommy says and Oliver feels his gut churn, so much for opening up to people. “However,” Tommy goes on, “I would also be a suspicious fuck if that shit happened to me, so when I- when I process all… this, uhm, I’ll- I’ll get back to you.”

“…So I shouldn’t look for your replacement?” Oliver inquires shyly, unable to stop the bit of hope that creeps into his chest.

“Nah, man, this is our club, right?” Tommy smiles. “Just gimme a few days and we’ll be cool.”

“Thank you,” Oliver says and he has never meant two words more.

Tommy is still kind, not hardened by the world the way Oliver is. He still forgives easily, forgets just as quick. It will get him killed some day, but Oliver doesn’t want him to stop. Learning that the world is unforgiving is not fun and he doesn’t want Tommy to have to learn it, doesn’t want him to loose that innocence.

His darkness is forever a part of him, no matter how much he puts it into the Hood, it still haunts his every interaction. Today has shown him that much. However, not everyone is like him and that’s good. That’s the best actually. He hates who he is, he wouldn’t want anyone to be like him.

Oliver vows to keep an eye on Tommy, make sure he’s not being too kind to the world that will never be kind back and will never deserve that kindness. Because Oliver is being given that kindness now, and he cherishes it. He’ll preserve it in Tommy, keep the darkness as far away from him as possible.

At that point, Oliver couldn’t have known how hard that promise would be to keep. How Tommy would hurt due to the sins of his father, much like Oliver does. How Oliver would wish, he hadn’t tried to preserve that kindness, because it’s the lack of kindness that has helped him survive regardless and it’s the excess Tommy has of it, that gets him killed.

But that’s the future. Right now, he’s happy that his friend is still there with him, that he didn’t royally screw up everything he touches. That despite the darkness of the Hood, Oliver Queen still has enough humanity to have people like Tommy in his life.

~~

A/N:

Do I think Oliver – especially season 1 Oliver – would ever open up like this? No. But I like him talking about Lian Yu, so he will here for my entertainment.

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[thequiver]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Green Arrow (Comics) Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Tommy Merlyn & Oliver Queen Characters: Oliver Queen, Tommy Merlyn Additional Tags: Arrowfam Week 2022, Robin Hood - Freeform, death of robin hood, Mari your childhood Robin Hood fixation is showing, Percy folio my beloved, Yet another fic in medieval lit style, Oliver Queen does not want to be alive, and then regrets it Series: Part 14 of Arrowfam Week 2022 Summary:

"But I am not able to shoot one shot more, My broad arrows will not flee." - Robin Hood's Death, Version B from the Percy Folio as collected in The English and Scottish Popular Ballads by Francis James Child, 1888 --------- In his hour of need Ollie turns to his oldest friend and dearest enemy.

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[vicontheinternet]

Me writing a fanfic that while oliver was gone Moira died and thea ended up with Tommy because they found out they were siblings and laurel because black canary while Tommy supply’s her adventure

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[shinobirain24]

Prometheus

Real Name: Thomas "Tommy" Malcom Merlyn

Hair color: Black

Eye color: Grey

Alias: Prometheus (alter ego), Tommy (short for his full name)

Family: Malcom Merlyn/Arthur King (Father), Rebecca Merlyn (Mother)

Occupation: Order of the Phoenix member (formerly), League of Shadows (currently), H.I.V.E, triple agent

Goal: Rid the world of Metahumans, Take revenge on Speedy (Lian Harper)

Affiliation: Order of the Phoenix (Formerly), League of Shadows (current), H.I.V.E (triple agent)

Biography:

Tommy Merlyn was born to Malcom and Rebecca Merlyn, who are members of the 100, led by kingpin, Tobias Whale, one of Black Lightning sworn enemies.

His father, Malcom was one of Green Arrow's enemies, Dark Arrow, a top-ranked assassin, alongside his wife, Rebecca. Around the time Tommy was 9-years-old, Dark Arrow and Rebecca were sent on an assignment to eliminate Green Arrow in Washington DC after the League caught word that teenagers were abducted once again after Tobias invested in the Greenlight project, a kind of drug that injected the human body with metahuman powers.

But during a showdown between Dark Arrow and Green Arrow, the building of a warehouse was burning. The Justice League were unable to save either Archer, and as a result they were crushed. This event devastates Rebecca as she took hers and Malcom's surviving son and took him to the League of Shadows in order to take revenge on Metahumans, whom she deemed responsible for the death of her husband, and for Tommy to be the one to avenge him.

Talia accepts Rebecca becoming a member of the League of Shadow, since they shared their hatred towards their enemies and helped trained Tommy to be the roughest assassin. Later at the age of 18, Talia assigned Tommy to go undercover in the temple of The Order of the Phoenix, to assassinate her younger sister, Nyssa Al Ghul.

Tommy joins the Order under the alias, Tommy Weathers (Weathers is his mother's maiden name). During his time training with Nyssa, he met a fellow student, Lian. Both competed to become Nyssa's apprentice, it would eventually turned into a friendly rivalry.

But the more he spent time in the order, the more he fell in love with Lian. And began a relationship with her. But overtime he questions himself on whether or not it was obligated to complete his mission to avenge his father.

Later on in a mission to retrieves the teens captured by the H.I.V.E organization in a ship cargo overseas. Lian took lead of the mission being paired with Tommy. But Tommy took this opportunity to take vengeance on the Light by killing the teens before the process of turning them into metas is completed. And because of this, Lian became very angry with him for killing innocent lives, while Tommy expressed his hate for metahumans as the reason for his father's death.

While Lian understood that Tommy cannot be condoned for this, she told about his actions to Nyssa, and he got expelled as a result. Ashamed for his failure, instead of going back to the League of Shadows, he decided to eradicate the world of metas himself, donning the mantle; Prometheus.

Prometheus would encounter Lian again. Only this time as enemies. Lian would later become Green Arrow's sidekick, Speedy, and the two would battle out while Speedy pursued Brick after he was commiting an act of abducting teens. While he was on the verge of winning, Prometheus looked into Speedy's eyes, and recognized her. But lost to Speedy as she heads on, only to find out that Brick got away with the teens in the cargo.

Prometheus then got away as well following his defeat. Feeling lost after his meeting with Lian again. His reluctance to fight her was because he was still in love with Lian. But he still made up his mind to take out metahumans and the H.I.V.E.

Personality:

While Tommy was too young to remember his father, he worships him despite his history as a criminal and assassin. He would obey his mother, Rebecca without any hesitation.

But during his time undercover in the Order of the Phoenix, Tommy would have a playful rivalry with Lian Harper before becoming infatuated with her, and get romantically involved in the process.

But because before he was using Lian to get near Nyssa Al Ghul and assassinate her, Tommy began to truly love Lian. And would be romantic towards her. But overtime he hid his dark persona as his main goal was to kill Nyssa. But became reluctant to do so after spending time training with the Order of the Phoenix.

But after taking the lives of teens who would become metas, he doesn't feel any remorse due to his prejudice against Metahumans as the ones responsible for his father's death. But at the same time, it angers Lian that meta or not, they were still innocent people that Tommy had killed.

Realizing that he will not be forgiven for this, Tommy accepts the fact that he had already thrown away one thing that made him happy. And that he had already lost Lian, and the one thing that made him feel at peace. After being expelled from the Order, Tommy had no desire to go back to the League of Shadows as they molded him for who had become.

But he still decided to finish the mission in eliminating Metahumans to satisfy both him and his mother. But after an encounter with Speedy, he recognized her as Lian in the process, causing him to feel conflict.

He was also indecisive between completing his mission, and his love for Lian. But whenever he watches her with some other male characters, such as her best friend, Joseph Wilson, Tommy would be jealous, and would be driven to convince her to turn to the life of a rogue and make her his.

And does not hesitate to intimidate her by threatening her loved one. But one thing is for sure that Lian will never turn to his side.

And the reason for his obsession with Lian was because he idolized the former international assassin, Cheshire. Whom he saw as a hope for him to eradicate metahumans, even as a human, he though of her as twice of a killer than anyone, even Talia Al Ghul. And with Lian being Cheshire's daughter, he expected her to be more ruthless than her mother. As he imagined himself standing above the world with Lian by his side as his partner. But it did not go as he wished.

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[jooeeydee]

As far as Laurel knew, this was the first time Oliver had been back in Starling since then. She hadn’t even known he was back. Did his parents know? Did Tommy? She’d have to ask him when he arrived

Just a little short story I posted.

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[akariamai]

Glitch [Part 1]

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Pairing: Tommy Merlyn x Reader

Word Count: 1221

Meeting Tommy Merlyn was not something you expected to happen within your lifetime. You lived worlds apart despite living within Starling City for the entirety of your lives. He basked in the high life society while you primarily stayed cozied up within your condo. Your lives coinciding felt like a glitch. A sporadic moment in a hectic reality just waiting to drop a bombshell disrupting the peace you’ve ever known.

It began with a work email. Your catering business has somehow garnered the attention of one of the assistants working for Moira Queen. It was a surreal moment of your life as you could not fathom how they became aware of your business. To this day, it was still a mystery.

You worked your ass off for each piece to be perfect and delicious. You called up some friends to help you with delivering them to the Queen Mansion. You nor your friends have ever seen the mansion in person. Decorated so gratifyingly that it established an elite lifestyle. One you and your friends could only dream of but never touch. Thea Queen’s sweet sixteen would be the talk of the city and you had but a small part in making it the best day of her teenage years. You were thankful for this opportunity.

The door of the Queen Mansion was wide open. Busy bodies rushing back and forth with decorations barely being hung up. There he stood nearby the stairwell. He diligently surveyed the chaos stirring within the mansion. His only source of entertainment until the guest arrived. He wore an awfully expensive black tux. His presence radiated a sort of authority, a type you were vastly unfamiliar with.

Moira spotted the dishes and instantly began instructing you where to place the food. It was then that he noticed your semi-muscular frame. She attentively inspected your work for a solid second as your friends placed them onto the table, leaving you to verify the flawlessness of each piece. “These look wonderful.” She placed her hand onto your shoulder as you proceeded to unveil the rest. “That’ll be all.”

You nodded before responding, “Thank you.” That’s where it should’ve ended. A brief minute of residing in the same room at the same time. A moment where the planets and the fates and the stars aligned. Laying the groundwork for the glitch to spark an incomparable possibility. An unlikely  window of opportunity for magic to captivate even the utmost bachelor in all of Starling City.

He was spellbound by your beauty, enthralled by your stance, and intended to become acquainted with you. His good looks, he thought, would help drastically but much to his disappointment you’d barely looked at him as you leisurely fled the mansion. He attempted to woo you with his lifestyle and money but you weren’t taking the bait. In fact, you barely muttered a few words to him as he tried to dazzle you. It was slightly frustrating but something kept him from relenting.

Within the entirety of his womanizer life, women came easy for him. It was his last name attracting the attention of women or his ridiculously handsome face (at least he thought so) that usually did the trick. But his usual antics weren’t working. For the first time, he had to work for acknowledgement from a woman and he rather enjoyed it. The rush of knowing his time with you was limited and every action could either disconnect from each other's lives permanently or become the start of something new.

He knew your job ended the second you’d dropped the food off and rectified what could’ve been disturbed by the car ride. His window was slowly coming to a close and you’d be lost forever in the sea of women that inhabited the city. He needed to arrange for more time, allowing his charm to fulfill its purpose and enchant you into his arms.

“Can I have a business card?” You nodded, digging into your pocket and handing him the card one of your friends digitally designed. All you wanted was to cuddle into your bed while silently stressing over the review that would soon loom over your head. A terrible review from Moira Queen will utterly destroy your business. You were dying for the days to come to progress so you could know the fate of your business. You were so busy ensnared into your thoughts that you didn’t notice Tommy Merlyn was flirting with you. Frankly, a panic attack was undoubtedly ensuing your figure as you left.

It wasn’t until a few days later that you’d realized that Tommy Merlyn was trying to pursue you romantically and the thought initiated a hearty roar of laughter. You regarded it as utterly ridiculous. Enough so that you’d poked fun at the situation you’d found yourself in with your friends. Knowing nothing remotely romantic could unravel between the two of you, you dismissed his attempt as a spur of the moment relapse on his part. He wasn’t a one-girl type of guy. His past (and very public) relationships presented as such and you were not looking for a short time. You wanted something more intimate and profound. Something the man the media portrayed could not approach if he continued on with his lack of self-control.

Unexpectedly he popped back into your life as he contacted you. Hiring you for an event he’d be hosting and imparting an invitation to you and your friends. When you relay the message you’d experience endless teasing by your friends. It was, according to them, another chance to have Tommy swoon over you. You took their bantering in stride as nothing, absolutely nothing will occur between the two of you. You were searching for something more than merely sex and didn’t want to be included in his ever growing list of one-night stands nor suffer through the heartbreak that would possibly hover over the hypothetical relationship. It was just something you did not want to bear.

He was, without a doubt, charming in his own right. He’d fished for little nuggets of specifics. Details of one such as preferred hobbies, cherished memories, and everything in between. Nothing a person who desired a one-night stand would seek. He was different from what the media had plastered all over the television and magazines. He seemed genuine when he indicated his want to get to know you on a personal level. Even admitting the entire event was assembled to grasp a fraction of a chance to encounter one another again.

It only brought more questions than answers but with a little convincing from your friends, you decided to give him a chance. It progressed slowly. Dates at Big Belly Burgers and stolen kisses under streetlights. You’d realized just how big his heart was and how much love he could muster for the people around him. Almost too much as most was at the cost of his mental state. He recognized the amount of devotion you dedicate to cooking. So much so he once decided to cook for you. He captured your heart the second he tried to cook Fettuccine Alfredo using a cookbook he’d soon give to you.

An inconceivable relationship blossomed over a mere glitch in reality and you both thank whatever gods or fate for allowing such a circumstance to transpire.

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[bi-bard]

Nobody Likes a Secret, and I Was Always Yours - Tommy Merlyn Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: Nobody Likes a Secret, and I Was Always Yours

Pairing: Tommy Merlyn X Reader

Based On: nobody likes a secret

Word Count: 786 words

Warning(s): cussing, argument

Summary: Tommy learns a very important lesson after he royally screws up. You can’t treat people like crap and expect it to never get thrown back in your face.

Author's Note: So. Started watching Chicago Med and I was reminded of how much I adore Colin Donnell

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I wasn't surprised when there was a loud knock on my apartment door.

I had seen it coming.

I rolled back my shoulders and picked up my glass of wine. I stopped in the mirror by my door. I grinned for a moment. I had just started to pull myself together. I was starting to feel comfortable in my own skin.

I took a deep breath before going and pulling open the door.

"Hi, Tommy," I said, not even a little slightly shocked at who was there.

"What the hell is wrong with you," he asked through gritted teeth.

"Ever the sweetheart," I rolled my eyes. "Get in here before you embarrass yourself."

"I could sue you for defamation of character," he snapped as I shut the door behind him.

I couldn't stop myself, I cackled.

"Defamation of character," I asked. He glared at me. "Tommy... I didn't even share an opinion."

Why was Tommy showing up ranting about defamation?

Well, I did an interview.

They asked about my relationship with him that had ended. It was a messy break-up. I had gotten so tired of being hidden away from everyone and watching him flirt with whoever he pleased.

He agreed to go public and exclusive. That only seemed to cause more tension. He didn't like being "dragged along with me". After an extremely messy fight, he left with a few choice insults and the slam of a door.

I could've shrugged everything off if he hadn't gone to the media.

When questions started getting asked, he decided to not explain his flirting and cheating but instead decided to call me a "fun fling" that turned slightly obsessive.

Thankfully, a few tabloids asked for my side of the story.

"All I did was share facts and my feelings regarding a situation," I shrugged. "I mentioned feeling hurt... betrayed. I never called you... what was the word... obsessive. Oh, and I never talked about your behavior in bed."

"You said I cheated on you-"

"Because you did. That's not new information. You just tried to downplay it."

"How do you explain the leaked information?"

"Leaked information," I asked. "Oh... you mean the texts and call logs and shit. I have no idea who did that."

"Don't play dumb-"

"I'm not," I shrugged. "There are so many hacking groups, Tommy. I hate to say it, I wouldn't be shocked if you or your dad pissed the wrong person off."

"Like you?"

"Tommy, I don't think you understand how stupid that decision would have been," I chuckled. "I'm not going to risk putting myself in some legal trouble because I don't have the money for it. I have someone looking into who got into my stuff, but I haven't gotten any information. Most tabloids are just excited to have more news."

"If I find out that you're behind this, I'll drag your ass to court."

"Better than being dragged through the tabloids," I shrugged.

He glared at me.

"You don't get it, do you," I asked. "You don't get why I'm so upset about that?"

No answer.

"You were used to the public eye," I explained. "You've been in the spotlight since you were a child. I haven't. My first experience was you calling me obsessive and a good fuck. All of that because I didn't want to be a secret forever and I drew a line at you cheating on me. Obviously, I'm fucking pissed. I can't go anywhere without getting weird looks from everyone. I've had old friends call me and insult me. You were so desperate to win that you didn't care who you hurt."

His glare fell.

"I loved you," I continued. "I could've said so many things. And I didn't. I stuck to the facts. I didn't share anything that I didn't know for certain happened. It's not my fucking fault that you treated me like shit and that the facts supported that."

"I... I-"

"Leave," I cut him off. "I don't wanna hear an apology or some sad love confession shit. I want to leave, and I want to move on from this."

He walked to the door without another word. I just stared at him as he left. The door slammed behind him, but I didn't flinch. It felt good.

As soon as he was gone, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I furrowed my eyebrows and checked the notification. I smiled and chuckled at the message.

From Felicity: Damn, that new stuff coming out about Tommy is wild. It's a shame someone managed to hate into your guys' messages and send them to the major news sources in the city with an anonymous tip... or whatever that person did.

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[kitkatt0430]

Tommy - I'm not going to judge the vigilante for killing the people who attacked us because I don't remember what happened, but I do think that if he doesn't reserve killing as a last resort then he's never going to achieve his goals because he'll just be contributing to the problem. Oliver - is uncomfortable Tommy - clearly Oliver is thinking of his guilty over Sara's death now, I should back off

Meanwhile Dig is in the background doing his bodyguard thing and getting all the same clues that Tommy is ignoring about Oliver potentially being the vigilante

I'm really enjoying writing this S1 AU series. Tommy's gonna find out the truth fairly soon-ish and then I think maybe I'll finally include someone else's (Oliver and Dig's?) PoVs in this thing.

Tommy and Dig also got to have a nice interaction prior to this when Oliver ducked out on both of them. Trying to set them up to wind up friends and someone they're each comfortable talking to about their reservations with Oliver's vigilantism once they're both in the know.

I think here it may actually wind up Felicity that Tommy has the most friction with at first since she doesn't always think before she speaks and thus has a bit of an accidental innuendo problem. Since the main ship is intended to be Tommy/Oliver, I can see him not being thrilled about about her waxing poetic about Oliver's arms. Once he gets to know her and realizes she genuinely just has no filter (and he and Oliver talk through his jealousy a bit?), he'll be on better terms with her. But since this is still a ways off from Ep 3, I reserve the right to change my mind on this later.

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[samdeancass]

Caught in the Act

Requested by: Anonymous

Pairing: Tommy Merlyn x reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Characters: Tommy, Y/N, Oliver, Laurel

Description: After Y/N and Tommy catch Oliver and Laurel together, they both find comfort in each other.

You knew about Oliver’s past relationship with Laurel and he always assured you that he didn’t have any feelings for her. However, you always seen the sneaky glances he gave to her and the long hours he spent away from home. Your thoughts were confirmed when you walked through your front door one night and caught them both in the act.

“What the fuck are you two doing?!” You stood in the doorway and stared at the two naked bodies on top of each other in front of the fireplace. Oliver and Laurel both jumped up, the rug wrapped around both of them. “Y/N, baby. You weren’t supposed to be home for another hour.” Your mouth hung open at his reply. “So that gives you permission to cheat on me, in my own home, with my best friend? Really?!”

Both of their heads hung low as you walked towards the both of them. You turned to Laurel first who’s eyes were tearing up with either guilt or sadness, you didn’t really care. “I always knew you were never over him and you tried to block those feelings by stringing along poor Tommy. I can assure you, he will know about this.” You patted the side of Laurels face before making your way towards Oliver.

“And you. You always promised me that you didn’t have feelings for her anymore. Boy, was you wrong, eh? I loved you with everything I had and this is how you choose to treat me. You can go fuck yourself, Oliver Queen. Your welcome to each other.”

You walked away and stormed out of the door, heading towards Tommy’s apartment.

Loud rapping on Tommy’s door awoke him from his sleep. He lazily got up from bed and walked towards the door, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He looked through the peephole and took in your frantic but angry state. “Y/N? What’s happened? Is it Oliver?” You walked straight past him and into the apartment, taking a seat on his sofa.

Tommy closed the door and took a seat beside you, rubbing a comforting hand along your back. “Y/N, please tell me what’s happened, then I can help you.” You held your head in your hands as the memory of Oliver and Laurel replayed in your mind. You really didn’t want to upset Tommy, he had already been through so much but he needed to know.

Wiping the tears away from your eyes, you lifted your head and faced Tommy. “It is about Oliver. But it is also about Laurel.” Tommy turned his head slightly in confusion. “Y/N, I don’t understand. Have they both been hurt?” You took in a deep breath and readied your self for Tommy’s reaction. “Oliver and Laurel have been sleeping together. I walked in on them tonight when I got home from work. I don’t know how long it’s been going on for, I just thought you deserved to know.”

Tommy stared at you in shock before wiping his hand over his face. “Really? Are you sure?” “I’m pretty damn sure, Tommy. They were both naked and on top of each other. The evidence was right there in front of me.” Tears sprung from the corners of his eyes and he leaned into you as you placed a comforting hand around his shoulders. You closed your eyes and tears began to stream down your face as you both sat in silence and let the sadness of the situation consume you.

The next few months were quite hard to get through. You had to get used to getting through without Oliver by your side. You never realised just how much Oliver was involved with in your life. Luckily, Tommy was right by your side helping you through it, just like you was for him.

Your friendship blossomed and grew stronger during those months as you bonded over the situation you had found yourselves in. The friendship soon turned into something more though as you both found comfort within each other. It had took a while for the both of you to realise that the only person you both needed was each other.

Tommy and you were finally happy after months of heartbreak. You walked into Queen Consolidated hand-in-hand with Tommy as you both headed for a meeting with Oliver. When you both walked into the meeting room, Olivers jaw dropped to the floor as you kissed Tommy’s cheek and made your way to the cafeteria.

You smiled as you walked out of the room. You had gotten your own back on Oliver and had finally found happiness with Tommy. Your life had truly livened up.

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[fanfic-requests]

Oliver Queen/Tommy Merlyn

(Arrow, Smut, Explicit)

Oliver and Tommy have always had an odd friendship. It was mostly because Tommy idolized Oliver. He would do anything Oliver said, plus more. He goes with him everywhere, dresses the way he does, and even spikes his hair the way Oliver does. Nearly every night the two of them go out and party, but earlier today Oliver got in a fight with his girlfriend.

“Hey dude you ready yet?” Tommy shouts before walking into Oliver’s bedroom to see Oliver sitting on his bed watching a baseball game. “Dude you’re not even dressed.”

“First, I am dressed.” He points to the expensive suit. “Second, I don’t wanna go out.”

“What? Why?” 

“Felicity and I are fighting, which means no sex tonight. Which means I don’t want to see people partying and about to have sex if I can’t.”

“Well… that actually makes sense.” Tommy jumps onto the bed after closing and locking Oliver’s door. “How about I help you with that?”

“How could you help me?”

Tommy then puts his hand directly on Oliver’s crotch. Oliver jumps off the bed.

“What the fuck dude? Your gay?”

“No…. well…partly…I guess I like girls….and then I like you.”

“What the fuck!”

“It’s okay. We don’t have to tell anyone. You don’t even have to do anything gay. I’ll be the girl in this scenario.”

“Really? You would do that for me?”

“Of course. Whenever you want me to.”

Oliver then unbuttons his pants and flings them off his body. Tommy quickly gets off the bed and begins undressing. Once Oliver is done he jumps on his bed, his penis hardening and sticking up in the air. Once Tommy is done he grabs a condom from his wallet and opens it up. Tommy gets on the bed. Oliver’s penis starts to soften as Tommy touches it, sliding the condom on. Tommy then grabs Oliver’s penis, squeezing it before beginning to move it up and down. Oliver’s penis begins to harden quite quickly. 

“Are you ready?” Tommy asks as he sits up on top of Oliver’s penis. 

Oliver just nods as Tommy slides Oliver’s penis up his butt slowly.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” Oliver asks.

“No, I’ve been practicing for this day for years.”

That would normally weird Oliver out, but the sensation his penis is going through distracted him. Tommy grabs the railing on top of the bed and begins moving up and down, letting gravity push him down each time. Within a minute Tommy is sweating bullets. Sweat begins dripping off Tommy and onto Oliver, who doesn’t seem to notice. The entire time Oliver stares at Tommy’s face and hair, imagining Tommy was himself and how amazing it would be if he could have sex with himself. Without realizing it, Oliver grabs Tommy’s waist, helping him move faster.

Tommy let’s go of the poles ten minutes in and leans on Oliver. He runs a hand through his hair before grabbing hold of Oliver’s abs and going faster than before. Tommy can barely breathe but he knows he can’t stop now. 

“Fuck, it’s coming,” Oliver says as his hands slide up onto Tommy’s body and grips him tightly. “It’s here!” Oliver almost shouts as he begins to cum. 

Tommy begins slowing down, but Oliver keeps Tommy moving with sheer strength. Oliver keeps Tommy moving until he is completely done. Tommy sits with Oliver’s penis in him for minutes before moving off, Oliver not seeming to care. They both lay on the bed, breathing heavily.

“Thanks bud,” Oliver says before turning the TV back on to the game.

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[lilulo-12fanfiction]

Paladins Master List

Oliver comes home from Lian Yu and reunites with best friend and Tommy’s younger sister. Camille is the golden child of the Merlyn Family and must navigate the rocky relationship of father and son. Oliver trusts her above all and brings her onto the team.

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