#〘 dionisus rosali 〙his golden templarium crow

[thegreenxrcher]

Dio falls asleep while reading a case and using Oliver's lap as a pillow. Oliver is stuck on the couch until around one hour before patrol now, because Dio's not moving away, he's too comfy.

Oliver had been reading as well - skimming over some information he might have missed and he was about to speak until he learned that Dio had fallen asleep. He didn't had the stomach to wake him up - he didn't sleep as much as he wanted him to - so that meant not moving at all.

He leant back and got comfortable himself while he slowly reached for the blanket hanging over the couch and draped it over his man and stroked his blonde hair softly. "I love you..."

[thegreenxrcher]

Oh - my - god... THIS IS SO TRUE! 

Definitely Simon

[thegreenxrcher]

@goldentemplariumcrow ||  “Look, couples Christmas sweaters!”

Oliver tried to turn around unnoticed - but of course, his beloved noticed when he tried to flee the scene. “I look hideous in such sweaters...” He joked lightly. The truth was - he never wore such a thing and well, he wasn’t sure. “... If you get Emilio and William to wear one at Christmas dinner... I will wear one...” Oh he just hung himself. They wouldn’t say no if they knew Oliver would wear one.

[thegreenxrcher]

Send "Pardon My Hand" For My Muse's reaction to Your's sneaking up behind them and slipping their hand between My Muse's Legs..

It was a long day, long night even and he had poured himself something strong to just get some rest into him. Having the edge of the glass against his lips, about to sip. The sudden sensation of someone grabbing between his legs had him inhale deeply enough that his sip became quite big and he started to cough.

Oliver turned around, still coughing and saw the mischievous look on Dio's face. "You're... Too... Good... At sneaking... Around..." rasping his throat to clear it. Once the wave of coughs was over... Oliver leaned in and places a sweet kiss ok Dio's cheeks, one more closer to his lips - closer again until he pecked.

He thought he needed the drink... But there was something better, someone better and it made him place the glass on the nearest surface. "Do it again..." he whispered.

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@goldentemplariumcrow​ || Continued from here

Oliver knew that silence – it was going to be another no, not a firm one and not a definite no either. It was a rejection at this current moment, Dio was ready and he respected it. The first time he was turned down it stung – a lot, because he didn’t understand. Oliver and Dio were perfect in a lot of way – imperfect at some, but no relationship was perfectly golden.

But Dio made him complete – what he lacked; his boyfriend filled. Where he neglected himself, his Italian made sure he was well taken care for and it was the same thing the other way around.

The archer never loved anyone so deeply as he loved Dio and he learned that his no for a marriage proposal wasn’t a definite no. “Do I smell that bad?” Of course, he did, the leather suit on the inside was sticking to his frame after the marathon he had to run today to catch the bad guy. His feet ached, he had some bruises and also some blood speckles covering him. He leaned in and pecked his partner’s cheek. “I love you…” he whispered.

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@goldentemplariumcrow

"i miss you. i miss you so much it hurts." Words that were hard to say, but Dionisus got over himself and spoke them through in their call and sighed, tired of the activities he had to endure doing the day — probably had to deal with Templars, because his normal clients wouldn't drain his energy to that point. "Sorry. I just... you're probably just as tired as I am, if not more. I'll turn in for the night now. Please, stay safe."

Hearing Dio say those words created a heat wave behind his chest – a softness and such warmth he rarely felt with someone. Though, before he was able to reply – the other was about to hang up, or sounded like it anyway. “Wait! D-don’t hang up okay? I want to hear your voice, need… need to hear it." Oliver felt silent for a moment. “I miss you too, it hurts too… and it doesn’t matter how tired I am – I just want to hear you a bit longer, okay?” Oliver said softly, as if this wasn’t something he said often and he didn’t. “Don’t hang up just yet, please?”

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@goldentemplariumcrow  "grief can destroy you, or it can focus you." ( unprompted ask ) 

As Dio spoke, Oliver was standing before a sink, hands leaning on the edge and his head lowered above – water dripping from his head and as it fell, the slight crimson-stained water left droplets all over. Blood… His own, someone else’s – maybe both.

Oliver was capable of baring loss, the loss of his father, his best friend, his mother… his ex-girlfriend… A couple more that lead up to the death of his sister. That one, he didn’t know how to deal with… He was very withdrawn, out at nights, away sometimes for a couple of days…

No, Oliver Queen didn’t know how to deal with his sister’s death after everything he had done to keep her alive.

The archer was aching, breaking and doing things against his moral to find out who had done it. The pain was only so severe he wasn’t seeing it – he didn’t ask questions; he just went for it.

Grief usually made him focus… Now? It was destroying him… “Is this another attempt to get me to stay home?”

Destruction of one self… He was just trying to make it stop – to make up for not being able to safe her.

That wall that kept him going for a while had also been breaking for some time – it was breaking the archer. His chest was hurting by grief and the only thing that was helping was not to think of it… meaning that he did things that made him forget… But it came back stronger and stronger. Fighting the grief, fighting the tears and resisting the pain.

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" are you sure you want to do this? " (Dio to Ollie) @goldentemplariumcrow

The archer chuckled a little. “No, not sure – but I want to do it anyway.” Butt naked, Oliver just had been picking out his suit for the night’s event, charity ball that he was invited to. Though, he didn’t want to go – it was boring. But Dio came up with this random idea which he agreed to, to both their surprises. Oliver looked at the pleasure balls and the plug the man was holding – asking if he was sure he wanted to do this.

“Let’s do it… Let’s say I have to last at least an hour there?” Hoping that Dio wasn’t going to up the stakes unless the rewards was going to be bigger. “I want to try something like this…”

[thegreenxrcher]

Yup! <3

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@goldentemplariumcrow ||  ❰❰ TACKLE ❱❱ sender hugs the receiver so hard they almost fall over / do fall over

Oliver had finally returned from helping a friend in Russia and he was happy to be back. It wasn’t so cold in his own city, being here was just so much warmer in general, not just the weather temperature.

With a backpack hanging over one shoulder, he limped lightly back into society of the airport and looked left and right. He hadn’t informed anyone he would be coming home somewhat earlier… So, who was he expecting to see?

Why did it suck not to be welcomed home? It wasn’t their fault… Oliver lowered his head before he made his way to the exit but he felt extra weight around his frame, like an attack that knocked a bit of wind out of his longs and had his knee give in. He fell to the floor taking someone with him.

He recognized the blonde hair, the strength in those arms and those gorgeous blue eyes. It made the archer smile, feel a blooming warmth inside his chest and everyone else around them was forgotten. “How did you know I came home sooner?”

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@goldentemplariumcrow​ || 🙏 - Everything is black and white until you touch your soulmate.

Everything was so... colorless - Oliver wanted to know what it all really looked like, but unlike some of the people he knew - he hadn’t met his soulmate yet. Until then - he was bound to the gray spectrum. 

Oliver was wondering through the busy city, on his way to a meeting. There were people bumping left and right and it was annoying. Why he decided to go by foot this very day was beneath him. But then - it was only a flash that things didn’t look so gray and he froze on the spot. Just... seconds later as he couldn’t pin point his soulmate... His vision returned back. “Wait...”

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@goldentemplariumcrow

“So says the man whose body language has been stiff as iron since we came back.” Dionisus sharply remarked as he changed clothes to his civilian ones, he’d need to splice his nightly activities with his daytime work today. “Honestly, Oliver, if you want a piece you just need to ask.”

He looked over his shoulder, eyes sharp and observant, reading the archer for any minimal reaction he could have, then turned his whole body to him and tilted his head.

“I don’t bite…” His voice lowered a little. “… not a lot at least.”

He often forgot how observant Dio was… He hadn’t missed any signal that came off as jealous… It was hard to deny it, Oliver was jealous and he tried to brush it off. After all – he had no right to be jealous, Dio wasn’t his.

Oliver reacted to those words… If he wanted a piece – he just needs to ask and all kinds of scenarios spooked through his mind which he tried to wave away before Dio could read any of that. Hide the redness that threatened to rise to his cheeks.

It was the last comment that just through him off further, especially with that lower voice of his, and he just decided to turn his head away and avoid those handsome blues, that stiff as iron stature not improving. Oliver was clueless.

He didn’t understand what he was feeling – he knew it, but having those for a man was new and he didn’t know what it meant. Oh, but he disliked it so when others were flirty with the blonde…

Biting the inside of his lip, what to do? He then turned back – stepped closer, a bit quicker than he intended. Oliver had shut down his brain at this point – or else he might never even dare. Leaning upward so to kiss Dio. “Maybe… a piece…” His voice almost a whisper.

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@goldentemplariumcrow​

"You're the high prince of this school Ollie. Your perky and round ass is worth a lot." Dio commented absent-mindedly as he scrolled down the PDF file he was reading. "And I don't mean it in just the amount of digits your family has in their bank accounts. I mean in status too. Anyone who gets to fuck will probably be the top Alpha around here."

He sniffed in the air for a moment, then looked at Oliver sitting on his bed. "Did you forget to take the suppressant that comes with dinner? Or is it your heat that's getting stronger?" He could smell the sweetness in the air, the scent of something wild yet comforting, very warm, it crawled under his skin and tried to force the control Dio had over his own pheromones out of him.

"If it'll make you feel a little safer, you can take my sweater with you when you go to your room." He pointed at the navy blue colored piece that hung from a hook behind the door to his room. "It's not much, but I heard that some Omegas wear Alpha scented clothes in order to show they're in a relationship already. We can fake it until your heat is over."

In moments like these – he truly hated his status. Sure, he liked it at most times but when alphas were following him around, it even made him feel uncomfortable. “No, I didn’t forget to take them – I never forget…” Which might be the problem all together, he had never forgotten to take them and maybe that’s why his scent was steeping through more and more.

Looking at Dio, he bit the inside of his lip. It was getting harder little by little each time that darn heat started to play up and it was annoying. “Are you sure?” His eyes falling over the sweater. “Dio… Even faking it can make you disliked… I’ve been rejecting everyone else – and here comes the new guy, which everyone things he’s a rule breaker and weak…” Though he didn’t really believe that anymore. “And he wins the price…”

“I don’t want to get you in trouble…” But he would actually accept the offer. He wasn’t entirely sure why – but Dio just was this person that he liked more than anyone else…

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@goldentemplariumcrow​

"Thank you so much for having us for the afternoon, Mr. Queen." Dio smiled after the boys went to play with William at his room and left the two men alone. "My boys have such hard time making friends, I'm glad they got one on William."

He felt awkward with having to meet the father of the other kid, mostly because the Italian himself never imagined he'd become a parent before his thirty years of age, but when Yoyo and Jojo came into his life, he felt an instant bond with them and couldn't help it, in no time, both were adopted by him and became part of his family. And being new to this while knowing how some people judged single parents, even more single parents of adopted children, made him a little nervous when meeting any other kid's parents, afraid that they would judge his boys due to how their little family looked like.

"And I'm sorry I insisted to be around for today. I swear it's not that I don't trust you with Yoyo and Jojo, it's just that... well, I want to make sure this day is perfect for them. It's their first time coming to a friend's place to play." Dio tried to explain.

Oliver smiled while the boys ran inside and went to his son’s room. “I know what you mean. William has a very hard time making friends as well. He is pretty smart for his age and just… I don’t know…” His brow ended in a knot while he watched the direction his son and the boys went into. “He has a difficult time fitting in. He’s originally from Central City – and I didn’t know I had a son a year ago… His mother died…” A weak smile forming on his lips as he turned back to Dio.

“They’ve been talking about you, single dad – adoptive children. Not an easy thing to do… I respect that.”

“But please, call me Oliver and don’t apologize – new things for all our sons, I don’t think I would have done it differently in your case. Who knows… Maybe we’ll end up be friends as well.” Walking over to the kitchen. “Would you like coffee, or tea?” He prepared a coffee for himself.

[thegreenxrcher]

👍 = Compliment it 👈 = Poke it 👐 = Cup it 👋 = Rub it 🤏 = Pinch i 🖐️ = Smack it 🖕 = Fuck it

The archer chuckled, not surprised with the man's answers. "My ass is all yours... You know it... Only you know it..." Or so he hoped.

[thegreenxrcher]

"Oliver, can I ask you something? Would you... go out with me? As in a date."

Oliver was holding his mug, sipping his coffee since it was still hot to just gulp it down. "Hmm, yes... Ask away." He answered to the first question. Though, as the second one came, that sip turned into a gulp, burning his tongue and nearly dropping his mug - just not without spilling coffee over his shirt. "Y-you mean that?" the burning sensation not really important right now. "Y...yes... I would..."