I want a scene where she tells Oliver, “I see the way you look at her (Felicity) …”
You know, to parallel Moira’s line to Felicity.
By: Layla Reyne
Summary: Felicity and Oliver “process” together after their biggest fight. (A follow-up to After They Fight.)
A/N: As a THANK YOU for all of the lovely reviews, alerts and favorites on my recent adventures in Olicity fanfiction, I’m tackling FF#12 – Whatever It Takes – with a follow-up to After They Fight. This might also be the jumping off point for a multi-chapter fic that’s been brewing in my head for a while. Hope you continue to enjoy!
Disclaimer: The characters and other things from Arrow are not mine. All due credit to the rightful holders.
for effie214 and her amazing prompt:
so kiss me now, this whiskey on my breath
feel the lives that I have taken, the little soul that I have left
oh, my God, I’ll take you to the grave
the only love I’ve ever known, the only soul I’ve ever saved
It’s past the witching hour, and Oliver is staring at the living room ceiling, caught between caffeine and exhaustion. He rolls over on the sofa for the fifth time and tries to punch a throw pillow into a comfortable shape.
Three days ago, Amanda Waller made an exquisitely polite request for the Arrow’s help.
“Go to hell,” he told her.
“During your time in Hong Kong,” she said smoothly, and a video sprang to life on the glassboard behind her. “We kept careful records of your work.”
Oliver’s stomach turned. He remembered that mission – information retrieval, as Waller called it. He’d known the target’s apartment was under surveillance, but he assumed none of the video had been recorded. It hadn’t occurred to him that ARGUS would want permanent evidence of one of their proxies breaking a dozen local laws and several international treaties.
But there he is on film, retrieving information.
On the other side of the conference table, Floyd Lawton made an impressed moue at the footage. “Pliers? You are one sick puppy, Queen.”
“I imagine your wife would find this footage… interesting,” Waller said delicately.
Oliver went cold. “The answer is still no.”
can i just please state how important this olicity fic is because it is? it shows how felicity loves oliver regardless of what’s he done in the past to survive and that’s so beautiful.
The angst controls me I do not control the angst. I woke up yesterday morning with this horrid plot bunny hopping around in my head. Then I tried to ignore it and that only made it worse. Because then it decided it needed to be all prosey and no dialogue.
A bit of a disclaimer. I do NOT think Mama Smoak will be as awful as I have her being in this story. But this is what my brain came up with so I had to roll with it.
Enjoy! Enjoy your angst!