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Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon - Week 8

Thanks to everyone who is seeing this through - I’m loving all of the creativity we have here.  I hope you’re ready for this week’s prompt!

The prompt for this week is:

Unfinished.

The rules are simple:

Every Friday I will post a new writing prompt.

You will have a week to write, beta, completely rework after a crisis of self-confidence, re-beta, and post your interpretation of the prompt the following week. (Yes, I’m a writer myself and am aware of the process we go through.)

Tag your response #OlicityHiatusFic, #OlicityHiatusFic-A-Thon, or #OHFAT (or all three for you overachievers out there).  Make sure to use these tags on both Tumblr posts AND on AO3.

Tag me @thebookjumper in all your Tumblr posts.

Add your contribution to the Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon 2018 collection on AO3.

Look for the next prompt.  Lather, rinse, repeat.

HAVE FUN!

There is meant to be zero stress involved with this.  If you can’t do it every week, that’s fine.  Prompt just not working for you? Skip it. Need to post late?  That’s perfectly okay!

This is just meant to be fun, get some creative juices flowing, and fulfill our desperate need for an Olicity fix until our favorite couple magically reappears on our screens in the fall.  The final posting date will be the week just before Arrow returns to our screens.

There is no length requirement, no ratings requirement, no timeline requirement.  It can be canon, AU, crossover, anything you want as long as it involves Olicity and incorporates the prompt.

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Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon - Week 4: Closed Door.

Hello, everyone!  I know - I’m SO far behind.  I’m trying to play catch up over the next week or so.  Thank you for all your support these past few weeks - that’s why this fandom is the absolute best.   We had some awesome submissions for this prompt - so everyone should go check them out!

The fics for this week are:

(In no particular order)

On The Other Side by @geneshaven - Rating: Not Rated - Oliver comes home.

Open and Closed Doors by @hope-for-olicity - Rating: General Audiences - Felicity remembers all the open and closed doors throughout her relationship with Oliver.

Hidden Talents - Chapter 2: When One Door Closes Open A Window For Fresh Air by @laureningall - Rating: Teen and Up - Oliver is well on his way to taking over his family company after closing the door on his former playboy lifestyle. His new role would mean more trips to Palmer Technologies and he hoped, a chance to meet up with Felicity Smoak once again. He would bet that she was just breath of fresh air his life needed.

Kingdom Come - Chapter 2: Love Is An Open Door by @dmichellewrites - Rating: Explicit - Superheroes in a farmhouse combine with intriguing reunions.

Closeted Confessions (Made in a Bathroom) by @thatmasquedgirl - Rating: Mature - Oliver and Felicity come clean. Literally. They both take showers. More Pineapple Investigations, this time involving a towel, two confessions, and an awkward entrance.

Come, Tell Me How You Live - Chapter 4: Closed Door by @smewhereelse - Rating: Teen and Up - Oliver gets locked out, Felicity to the rescue.

Through a Closed Door by @the-shy-and-anxious-fangirl - Rating: General Audiences - An alternate way for Felicity to have found out about Oliver’s plan to propose.

I’m Glue, Baby - Chapter 3: Save Your Heart by @felicityollies - Rating: Explicit - Oliver has hidden himself away from the world. He’s closed the door on his heart to keep himself from getting hurt. After everything that happened on Lian Yu and in Jurassic World who could blame him. But when his ex-girlfriend, Felicity, comes to ask him to help save the last remaining dinosaurs on the island, including his beloved raptor, Blue, he has some important decisions to make.

Lie(s?) No More by @mindramblingsfics - Rating: Mature - Life is great and then it’s turned upside down. Oliver Queen thought he had a kush security job for the CIA, while spending time with the woman he loved, Felicity Smoak. The moment Oliver came across some key information, he was soon wrapped up in things way above his pay grade. To keep Felicity safe, he was forced to come clean about his real career previously keeping her in the dark. Ultimately, he sacrificed their relationship to keep her safe. After a year apart, they cross paths again.

A Queen - Chapter 4: The Queen’s Shadow by @missyriver - Rating: Teen and Up - It’s been six weeks since the attack; Felicity and Oliver are moving on with their lives. He is watching, waiting and soon he’ll make his move from the shadows.

audere est facere, olicity by @effie214 - Rating: Not Rated - He dared, so they do, too. For six years, a man in a hood led a movement to try and save their city. Now it’s their turn to save him.

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Summary:  He dared, so they do, too. For six years, a man in a hood led a movement to try and save their city.

Now it’s their turn to save him.

A few weeks ago, @thebookjumper posted “closed doors” as the prompt for the @olicityhiatusficathon. I’m terrible under pressure, but the prompt still spoke to me, resulting in this.

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Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Arrow (TV 2012) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak Characters: Oliver Queen, Felicity Smoak, John Diggle Additional Tags: Post-Season/Series 02, Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Someone Hurts Felicity, Sexual Tension, Canon Compliant, Pre-Season/Series 03, Tumblr Prompt, I Wrote This on Cold Meds, Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon Summary:

Tumblr Hiatus Prompt Week #3 Hidden, Week #4 Closed Door, Week #5 Surround 

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So I decided to participate in the Olicity fic a thon which is something I’ve never done before. I’m sure I’m super late and the prompts don’t match up with the schedule. Also, I chose two different prompts, CLOSED DOOR and HIDDEN…hopefully they fall in line. Enjoy! :)

~ Lie(s?) No More ~ 1/3

Oliver’s eyes were focused behind the dark shades he was wearing. He sat down at the back of his car watching the crowd swarm and shift through today’s market picks across the way. For the last couple of days, he had been scoping out different spots in Corto Maltese and today brought him to the farmers’ market. He waiting hidden from most of the public and hoping to see her.

There she was. Felicity was just as beautiful as she was before. The year apart made her look even more incredible, which he didn’t think was possible. She was tanned and dressed casual in a jean jacket with a tee, shorts and sneakers. Her face was naked showing off her natural beauty. That was what initially attracted him to her. The aura of normalcy that surrounded her.

Her blonde hair stopped above her shoulders, the long flowing length now gone. Memories of those silky strands falling through cracks of his fingers after they made love. He wondered briefly how the short length would feel gathered in his palms. Their time apart made his heart grow fonder and he missed her so much it hurt. He smiled to himself at the fond memories of their intense time together that could’ve blossomed into so much more before everything was royally screwed up.

Oliver went from being what he thought was a regular guard at the United States Central Intelligence Agency, to being wrapped up in a full blown whistle blower scandal that rocked the entire organization. Suddenly there were dirty double agents hunting down the good agents and he was wrapped up in the middle of it trying to stay afloat. Families began being targeted and he knew he had to get to Felicity first before they learned of her and what she meant to him.

He remembered vividly the night he made love to her knowing they only had a limited amount of time left together. It was the night before he closed the door on what they shared and they were forced to go their separate ways. Calling her name like a starved man running through the desert looking for water. He whispered I love you into all of his kisses emphasizing the passion behind each one. He poured himself into her and she received all of him.

There was no one to blame but himself. He lied…rather held the truth from her. She didn’t even know he worked security for the CIA; she was under the impression that he worked at a regular security firm for businesses around town. The confusion, hurt and anger that clouded her face the next evening when he finally came to her and told her the truth. Coming clean about everything because he was forced to. Her life was inadvertently in danger due to him stumbling onto some major classified information he should not have seen. He confessed to everything while handing her a passport and fake identification to not only leave town, but to leave the country. The catch was that he wasn’t going with her.

He had her a passport, new identity and home set up in a new country. She had so many questions and he couldn’t answer. He could only give her a kiss through her tears, tell her he loved her and that getting her out of sight and away from him was the only goal number.

From his seat, he could hear her talking with a couple of merchants before finally making her way up to the counter.

“Hey Floyd,” Felicity spoke. “How much damage did I do today?” She sat her things on the counter taking them out of the basket.

“Nothing, free of charge. It’s already been taken care of.”

“Really,” she questioned confused. “Why and how?”

“Some guy came up and said he was paying your tab today. Dropped a massive amount of cash and walked off.”

“Who could it have been?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “Never laid eyes on him before, seemed like a good looking fella if I would say so myself, so a secret admirer maybe,“ he grinned. "You’re a beautiful young lady so it wouldn’t surprise me someone wanted to get to know you.”

"Yeah,” she smiled to herself. “Maybe, it would be nice to know exactly who though.” She looked around briefly shoving her wallet into her purse. “It was a sweet and appreciated gesture. Whatever is left over, please keep for a tip.”

He bagged her things as they continued to talk and Oliver stay rooted watching Felicity’s every move. As she grabbed her things and walked across the seat to a pizza truck. He laughed to himself recognizing at part of Felicity he remembered vividly. A pizza connoisseur. Oliver already knew what she was ordering. A slice topped with Italian sausage, bell peppers and olives. He always thought it was a weird choice, but never complained when she requested it. He just made sure to order his side as meat lovers.

As he sipped on a black coffee, he was mesmerized by her radiant smile and everyone she came in contact with reciprocated it. In true Felicity fashion, she had an infectious spirit in that way.

Oliver made sure his glasses and hat was secure before he began walking through the heavy traffics back to his car. He kept his head angled down making sure not to draw too much attention to himself as he went back to his car.

As he slipped inside, he took one last look in his rearview mirror at Felicity placing her things in her trunk. He watched her until she was safely in her car. He needed to be somewhere, so he started his engine and sped off in the direction of the shortcut he had found.

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Felicity hummed the last lyrics of the Demi Lovato song currently on her shuffle playlist before taking her earbuds off and slipping them into her purse. She dug around for her keys amazed at the amount of trash in her purse and how her keys always ended up right in the bottom. She really needed to put them on her car keys for convenience.

Finally having them in her hand, she slipped inside her place and activated her alarm in one motion. Felicity walked into her beach house with a tired but content sigh. Shopping at the weekly farmers’ market was her favorite Saturday morning activity. She would get all the fruits and vegetables she needed for the week, maybe some flowers for her place and not to mention a slice of pizza that was her weekend guilty pleasure along with the mint chocolate chip ice cream always safely tucked in her freezer.

She checked her phone for any calls or messages from clients happy to see there were none, so maybe sitting down with Hulu or Netflix was in the cards for her.

She was a yoga instructor owning her own studio now. Something she went from doing as a hobby to deal with stress early on in life turned into a legitimate career that she never thought she would do or feel comfortable enough to go far in. After having her world turned upside down by her own boyfriend, she figured why not. After giving herself some time to adjust to another country where there was a big yoga and fitness demand; talking people even working out on the beaches, she thought why not throw her hat into the lucrative ring.

Slipping out of her shoes at the door, she bent down and picked up her mail sifting through looking for anything important amongst the junk.

She stopped by the kitchen and dropped her grocery bags on the counter and stretched with a yawn. Put the groceries up now or later? Before she could decide, she saw a motion coming out of the corner of her eye. It was a person and before she could react, they slipped behind her placing their hand on her mouth cutting off her attempt a scream. She could hear her muffled cries as the strong body grabbed a good hold of her and panic immediately filtered through her blood.

After struggling against them to no avail, she turned on her survival mode cutting off the panic and Felicity went right into defense mechanisms. She dropped everything from her hands and began swinging her legs wildly with the intruder managing to only pin her arms.

Using what she had access to, she brought her feet up and kicked against the island sending herself and the attacker backwards into the counter sending the persons back crashing into it the sharp edge with a jolt of pain. He cried out as his grip loosened and she immediately reached for the knives in the holder.

He somehow managed to quickly recover and grabbed her at the waist this time preventing her from reaching a knife. He picked her up again and carried her out of the kitchen. The panic began returning because the kitchen had a better selection of things she could use as weapons.

Her swings were wild as she turned in his arms hitting him and scratching wherever she could. Face, shoulder, neck. Whatever part of his body, her hands hit, she clawed at.

He hoisted her up in the air as her legs kicked wildly and in a surprise move, he tossed her down on the couch. "Felicity Smoak, please calm down,” the strained voice called. “I’m not here to hurt you.”

She bounced onto the couch and against her better judgement, the sound of her real government name made her freeze. She scrambled to her feet even more confused and slightly more panicked in the moment. No one in Corto Maltese knew her as Felicity. She went by Megan Kuttler ever since she stepped foot over here.

She scrambled in front of her sofa and grabbed ahold of her lamp holding it in front of her as a sort of shield. “Who the hell are you and what do you want with me,” she huffed.

Oliver stepped back slowly pushing the hoodie away revealing his face. He knocked his cap off his head to the floor and held his hands up letting her know he wasn’t there to harm her in any way. He had to admit that he was a bit tired from the struggle with her, but also genuinely surprised as well as proud of Felicity’s self-defense skills.

Felicity gasped dropping the lamp from her hands as it shattered at her feet. Her hands flew to her mouth as she tried to come to terms with who was standing in front of her. His hair was a bit longer, and more scruff lined his jaws giving him a rougher look, but she knew those hypnotic blue eyes anywhere down to those sweet lips.

“Felicity.” There was her name again. Said in only a way he could say it. The way that made her go weak at the knees and send jolts straight to her heart. The way that made her fall in love with him each day.

“Oliver?”

“It’s me.”

A gasp mixed with a sob pulled from deep with her. Felicity couldn’t believe her eyes. It was Oliver in the flesh. In Corto Maltese. In her beach house. Oliver Queen, the first man she ever fell deeply in love with and also get her heart broken by. The man she hadn’t seen since he told her she needed to leave and not look back.

“Yes, it’s really me,” he continued in a low soothing voice.

She slowly moved around her couch tentatively towards him and he took it as the invitation to move a bit closer. Finally, they stood in front of each other face to face. Oliver marveled at the beauty of her skin that had been enhanced by the tropical sun, kissed to perfection.

Felicity reached back and with all of her might slapped Oliver. She slapped him hard across his left cheek leaving a stinging sensation against his skin, but also her palm.

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summary: prompt: closed door - Oliver has hidden himself away from the world. He’s closed the door on his heart to keep himself from getting hurt. After everything that happened on Lian Yu and in Jurassic World who could blame him. But when his ex-girlfriend, Felicity, comes to ask him to help save the last remaining dinosaurs on the island, including his beloved raptor, Blue, he has some important decisions to make. // other hiatus fics

a/n: SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS if you have not seen Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom please do not read this. I took some liberties with the plot, but I don’t want anyone to be upset. Honestly, I’ve been wanting to write a Jurassic AU all weekend and I saw it Tuesday and the plot just screamed at me. // @thebookjumper

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Oliver crouched down low. His hand extended towards a baby raptor. She was so small, the size of a house pet. The raptor looked up at him with golden hues. She tilted her head slightly, watching him closely. He ran his eyes over her; silver with blue flowing down her sides. She was one of the most beautiful creatures he had ever seen. His hand stopped just inches away from her face. The young raptor sniffed at him. Her gold eyes flicked over his hand and to his face quickly. He could see the wheels in her head turning, making quick decisions. She nuzzled her face against his hand.

A sigh of relief fell from his lips. She decided to trust.

“Blue,” he said, “You’re something else.”

She made a chittering purr, pressing her face into his palm. He smiled and petted her, eliciting more of the sweet and happy sounds from the baby dinosaur.

The other raptors were nothing like this. When he showed weakness they attacked. When he asked for trust they turned against him. Blue showed empathy and trust. When he showed weakness to her, she nuzzled into him as if she were trying to console him. There was something so… inherently human about her. Intelligent and beautiful.

Blue crawled into Oliver’s arms like a child wanting to be held by its mother. He let out a shaky breath, letting his hand glide down her back. He knew in that moment that he loved her. He would do anything to protect her. Oliver would raise her, teach her, and take care of her.

“You’re in good hands now,” he whispered to her gently.

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Written for @thebookjumper‘s Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon Week Four Prompt “Closed Door”. I took it super literally and I’m not even sorry.

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Written for the Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon prompt “Closed Door”

When a door closes you should really open a window for some fresh air. Oliver is well on his way to taking over his family company after closing the door on his former playboy lifestyle. His new role would mean more trips to Palmer Technologies and he hoped, a chance to meet up with Felicity Smoak once again. He would bet that she was just breath of fresh air his life needed.

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Come, Tell Me How You Live

One-shots for the Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon 2018

01. Revelation | Season 2.5

02. Wanting | Unresolved Feelings AU

03. Hidden | Queen-Smoak-Clayton fluff

04. Closed Door | Season 6 AU + Neighbors AU

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Closeted Confessions (Made in a Bathroom)

I have to admit, when I saw the prompt @thebookjumper gave us for @olicityhiatusficathon this week, I was completely blank at first.  Then I decided it would be put to good use in a quirky little universe. :)

Closeted Confessions (Made in a Bathroom)

Pineapple Investigations series Prompt:  closed door

Waking up, Felicity takes a moment to stretch, groaning at the soreness in her shoulder. Frowning, she nestles deeper into her blankets. There’s nothing quite as lovely as a warm bed on a cold morning, especially when the sheets are soft and the comforter is fluffy. It’s a shame she’ll have to get up eventually.

She stops in the middle of snuggling into it. Her comforter is not fluffy. In fact, she had to throw hers away two weeks ago because it was full of holes, and she’s yet to buy another one.

Her eyes fly open immediately, and she’s met with the sight of her favorite oversized chair, orange with intricate paisley designs and pale blue arms. It’s both elegant and hideous, but it somehow fits nicely with the rest of the decor in Oliver’s room.

Oliver’s room. She sits up quickly, hair flying into her face. Not Oliver’s room in his infamous bachelor pad, but back home, in Queen manor. No matter how long they go without coming back, his room always seems to be as he left it. She makes a face. “I’m surprised Mrs. Queen hasn’t thrown you out yet,” she whispers to the chair.

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Excerpt: “Oliver Jonas Queen, you are the most stubborn, infuriating man I’ve met!”

She whipped her chair around, grumbling a string of curse words, which were inappropriate for their growing daughter’s ears. Felicity rolled down the ramp to the front yard. Oliver requested Raisa keep an eye on the boys and the stove while he go after his wife. He could easily pass her up with speed, but the off-duty Emerald Archer thought it better to keep a respectful distance.

“Felicity, will you stop, and hear me out for a sec?”

“Nope.” She denied, popping the p. Felicity went along the sidewalk. “You’re being difficult, so I need some air.”

“Felicity.”

Ugh, he just had draw out her name as if it was as butter on bread. She paused, stopping in her tracks. He was almost about to squat down to her level when Felicity boldly crossed the path to the neighbor’s front door. She caught a whiff of warm familiar spices.

“Mmm,” The brunette hacker delighted, “That smells like…” She sniffed, “toasted caraway, and ooh I’d recognize cardamom anywhere. Oliver, I think our neighbor’s making Kaghzi Kebabs.”

“Felicity, honey, I’ll make new chicken. Felicity, Felicity please. We don’t really know our neighbors…Please. And she’s already at the door.”

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Open and Closed Doors

Felicity remembers all the open and closed doors throughout her relationship with Oliver.

This is my entry for the Olicity Hiatus Fic-a-thon prompt - Closed Door organized by @thebookjumper. Also available on AO3.

Felicity could barely believe what just happened. Oliver Queen, THE Oliver Queen had just shown up at her desk and asked for help. He was not at all what she expected.

First, he lied to her saying he about a damaged laptop, failing to mention the bullet holes. Then it turned out not to be his laptop at all.

She always was too curious for her own good. It’s not as though she could have refused to help him anyway, his name was on the building. But babbling in front of her boss not cool, Smoak.

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On The Other Side

Olicity Fic-a Thon, 2018. 4TH Theme: Closed Doors

  “Oliver, please come in and close the door.”

Felicity was lying on an Argus Protective Custody bed, the one she had been sleeping in alone for months. When Lyla called her and told Felicity that Agent Watson had been going through some of Team Arrow’s past missions and was impressed enough to acknowledge to herself, and then to a higher appellate court, that Oliver’s crusade was not a murderous spree but a noble (and even heroic) one, Felicity felt as if waking up from a nightmare and seeing the safe morning sunlight shining in the room with her. Agent Watson also discovered that a large majority of the citizens of Star City felt the same way. It was that kind of support and acceptance that finally swayed Agent Watson to seek Oliver’s release.

He stood in the doorway of the bedroom, and Felicity could see the toll of being in prison, in his eyes and in the fresh abrasions on his face. He wore them almost like a second skin, prevalent and troubling. She recognized that look in his eyes, having seen it so many times before. It was the look of someone weighed down with a ton of worries and anxiety. He looked hesitant, as if being alone with Felicity, his wife, was a foreign piece of matter floating around in his thoughts, struggling to separate himself from survival and coming home.

“Oliver, will you please come over here.” Felicity herself felt as if this reunion was just another cruel fantasy she had been carrying in her heart  the whole time Oliver was gone, locked up for crimes that were actually heroic actions instead of random acts fueled by rage and murderous revenge.  “I think I know what you’re feeling,” she said to Oliver, not expecting any answer from her husband as he stood there and let her words wash over him.

“Felicity…I’m…I feel like I’m inside the countless dreams I’ve had of this moment. I’m still disorientated by what’s happened. I had no doubt while I was fighting for my life in that prison that I would eventually lose that fight.” His voice was an even monotone, as if he was reciting a speech he’d been practicing for almost a year. “What is real? Are you real? I’m out of sorts and I have lost a lot of perspective. I’ve missed you and William so desperately. What if I wake up and I’m still in that confining cage they put me in?”

Felicity climbed off the bed and went to him. She put her arms around him and pulled his pain closer to her. “Oliver, I’m real. It doesn’t get any realer.” She cradled her face in his deep chest and tried to exude the power of contact to break through Oliver’s doubt. “Oliver, it’s over. You are home. I’m still trying to process it all too. But, we’re back together. Feel me against you. I’m not going to let anything come between us and our lives ever again. “

Oliver at first tensed up when Felicity touched him. It was bracing, as if she was a strong wind that could blow him out of existence. Then, he remembered her softness and strength, traits he had drawn confidence in and admiration for; the whole foundation of his love for Felicity. Oliver let the tension in his body ebb away and he was suddenly ready to drown in her presence. “Felicity…oh my god, I feel like I’m being baptized. It’s been a nightmare these past months, and…I wouldn’t…couldn’t let myself think of you and William. I had to keep my defenses up and give myself a fighting chance whenever I was engaged by those inmates.” He hung his head down and rested it on the top of Felicity’s. “I’m so sorry…” he breathed. “I’m…ashamed that I let go of the strength you guys always bring me when things are complicated.”

“Oliver…no. As I‘ve told you so many times over the years…what’s happened isn’t your fault. You were run over by the mechanisms of law and order. Both of us have known that the possibility of you being exposed the way you were could change our lives someday. But Oliver, you’re here, in my arms and back in your son’s life. That is what you need to embrace.”

Felicity words finally unlocked him from the prison in his mind. He put his drooping arms around his wife and opened himself up to her essence. It was a soothing balm for his aching wounds; physically and emotionally.

As Oliver kissed his wife with a depth he had never gone to with her before, he reached out with a leg and swung the bedroom door closed. The world could wait. Right now, that world was only as big as them touching one another, full of humanity and love and a way forward.

Felicity finally felt as if they had taken the vows they denied themselves at their impromptu wedding in Central City. And she meant to honor them. Oliver had already sacrificed himself, with blood and loneliness and pain, and that suffering was similar to taking a vow, one of self-preservation.  Now that he held her and touched her body, Felicity felt that letting herself get lost in him was now a blessing.

They would find themselves in each other, like they’ve always done. And life will go on, one they both solidified as they fell on the bed and touched each other’s souls again.

Behind the closed bedroom door, the world waited for them to emerge, to give an example of the embodiment of humanity and love they drew their strength from. It was strong enough to keep them safe.

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Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon - Week 7

And we’re back.  Thank you to everyone who has been so supportive these last few weeks.  It’s been difficult, but I can’t wait to be cheered up while I play catch up with all of your phenomenal stories.

Sorry we’re missing the picture this time - for some reason Tumblr didn’t like the upload, so it wouldn’t let me post with the picture of the logo attached!

We’re back again with another writing prompt!

This Week’s Prompt Is:

Caught in the Middle.

The rules are simple:

Every Friday I will post a new writing prompt.

You will have a week to write, beta, completely rework after a crisis of self-confidence, re-beta, and post your interpretation of the prompt the following week. (Yes, I’m a writer myself and am aware of the process we go through.)

Tag your response #OlicityHiatusFic, #OlicityHiatusFic-A-Thon, or #OHFAT (or all three for you overachievers out there).  Make sure to use these tags on both Tumblr posts AND on AO3.

Tag me @thebookjumper in all your Tumblr posts.

Add your contribution to the Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon 2018 collection on AO3.

Look for the next prompt.  Lather, rinse, repeat.

HAVE FUN!

There is meant to be zero stress involved with this.  If you can’t do it every week, that’s fine.  Prompt just not working for you? Skip it. Need to post late?  That’s perfectly okay!

This is just meant to be fun, get some creative juices flowing, and fulfill our desperate need for an Olicity fix until our favorite couple magically reappears on our screens in the fall.  The final posting date will be the week just before Arrow returns to our screens.

There is no length requirement, no ratings requirement, no timeline requirement.  It can be canon, AU, crossover, anything you want as long as it involves Olicity and incorporates the prompt.

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Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon - ANNOUNCEMENT

I’m sure you have all noticed by now, but in case you haven’t, I am using last week as a Bye Week because I had so many family obligations going on.  Thank you all so much for your well wishes and thoughts and prayers for my family as we go through this difficult time.  We’re all doing as well as can be expected.

I will be back with a new prompt this Friday.

I love you all!

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Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon - Week 5

I’m sorry I’m late with this one.  We had a death in the family and it’s been a struggle.  

This Week’s Prompt Is:

Surrounded.

The team is surrounded and can’t get out of a building.  William and Felicity are surrounded by friends and family.  Felicity is surrounded by Oliver’s warm embrace.  Something else?  The beauty of this is: it’s your choice!

The rules are simple:

Every Friday I will post a new writing prompt.

You will have a week to write, beta, completely rework after a crisis of self-confidence, re-beta, and post your interpretation of the prompt the following week. (Yes, I’m a writer myself and am aware of the process we go through.)

Tag your response #OlicityHiatusFic, #OlicityHiatusFic-A-Thon, or #OHFAT (or all three for you overachievers out there).  Make sure to use these tags on both Tumblr posts AND on AO3.

Tag me @thebookjumper in all your Tumblr posts.

Add your contribution to the Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon 2018 collection on AO3.

Look for the next prompt.  Lather, rinse, repeat.

HAVE FUN!

There is meant to be zero stress involved with this.  If you can’t do it every week, that’s fine.  Prompt just not working for you? Skip it. Need to post late?  That’s perfectly okay!

This is just meant to be fun, get some creative juices flowing, and fulfill our desperate need for an Olicity fix until our favorite couple magically reappears on our screens in the fall.  The final posting date will be the week just before Arrow returns to our screens.

There is no length requirement, no ratings requirement, no timeline requirement.  It can be canon, AU, crossover, anything you want as long as it involves Olicity and incorporates the prompt.

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Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon 2018 - Week 3: Hidden.

The extra time I gave to respond to the last prompt went over so well, I figured a little more couldn’t hurt - and you guys never disappoint!  Thanks to all of our incredible writers, gifers, and cheerleaders out there!

Short Public Service Announcement: Please remember to tag me, in your posts! I can’t include them in the summary post if I can’t find them!! Please make my life easier.  And if I somehow missed your story, please let me know and send me the link - I’ll go back and send it around so everyone can see the fantasticness that is your work!

The works for this week’s prompt are:

(In no particular order)

Prompt for Hidden by @it-was-a-red-heeler - Rating: Not Rated - Oliver’s 21st birthday winds up a lot less ruined than he expected.

It’s For You by @laurabelle2930 - Rating: Not Rated - Oliver and Felicity have been friends since she tutored him in college. Now Oliver’s ready to move forward and he’s chosen to show Felicity in a sweet yet creative way.

Quiet Dreams by @geneshaven  - Rating: Not Rated - Felicity dreams on the train back from visiting Barry.

Hidden Thoughts and Feelings by @hope-for-olicity  - Rating: General Audiences - Set during 2x14 when the team encounters The Clock King. Felicity questions whether she is still needed on Team Arrow. An alternate version to what happened on the show.

I’m Glue Baby - Chapter 2: Lost Remote by @felicityollies - Rating Explicit - Oliver accidentally gropes Felicity in the midst of searching for the TV remote, but hears her moan in pleasure.

The Bakers on Staple Drive by @cruzrogue - Rating: Not Rated - Felicity and William are under A.R.G.U.S. protection. New identities and all.

Kingdom Come - Chapter 1: Scavenger Hunt by @dmichellewrites - Rating: Explicit - Welcome to Earth-22, the world has accepted heroes of all kinds. The Justice League has kids and lives beyond the mask, but when a hacker organization called Tidal Wave threatens to harm the League and their loved ones, can Green Arrow, Overwatch, and friends stopped what will be the greatest foes they’ve ever faced?

Tell-Tale Blush (Day 1202) by @thatmasquedgirl - Rating: General Audiences - Felicity attempts to convince everyone of her psychic abilities. She mostly succeeds.

Deeper Than The Ocean - Chapter 2: Hidden by @green-arrows-of-karamel - Rating: Teen and Up - A historical… a sort of “The Little Mermaid” meets “The Pirates Of The Caribbean” AU.

Begin Again by @jennonthewire - Rating: General Audiences - Felicity has a coffee date, potentially, and Iris West Allen is the best friend a girl could have. A coffee shop meet/cute in the making.

Prompt - Hidden by @lageniuswannabe - Rating: General Audiences - Finally nothing hidden anymore.

Hidden Talents by @laureningall - Rating: General Audiences - Perfect, another Saturday morning ruined with a project planning meeting at the office. Oliver knew that the arrival of Walter Steele probably meant his department’s projections were over budget and he definitely wasn’t interested in any team building exercises. But maybe the arrival of one Felicity Smoak might just brighten his day after all.

The Price We Pay by @wrldtravler  - Rating: Mature - Felicity makes a deal for twenty-four uninterrupted hours with Oliver.

Come, Tell Me How You Live - Chapter 3: Hidden by @smewhereelse - Rating: Teen and Up - Some people in the Queen-Smoak-Clayton household are better at hiding things than others.

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