#arrow 7x13 fic

[allimariexf]

Burning Souffles

Relationship: Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak

Rating: E (honestly it’s more like M, but I’m keeping the E in anticipation of the E-rated epilogue I’m still planning to write someday ;)

Tags: post-7x13/ Arrow (TV 2012) Season 7/ Canon Compliant/ Angst/ Romance/ Action (just a little)/ Drama/ Feelings/ Eventual Fluff/ Family Feels

Summary:

Felicity really needs to have a talk with Oliver. Which they will really, definitely do just as soon as she stops being kidnapped.

Notes: Forgot to share this on tumblr! 

Read on AO3 here | Ch 2 Breaking Windows | Ch 3 Falling Apart | Ch 4 Believing in Love | Ch 5 Making Room in a Broken Heart | Ch 6 Coming Around Again | Ch 7 So in Love with You

Chapter 1: Nothing Stays the Same

If my best isn’t good enough then how can it be good enough for two?

God dammit, why did song lyrics always pop in her head to serve up their hard truths at the worst possible moments?

Like now, for instance. When Felicity found herself tied to a chair in a dark, dingy basement, and no one the wiser about her location. And also pregnant. With no one outside of herself and the hospital aware of that particular detail.

Oh god, if she got murdered here it meant Oliver was going to find out about their baby...their baby...their baby...from the hospital. Or the Medical Examiner’s office. She squeezed her eyes shut at the thought. Nope, not going to think about that. What she was going to do was sit down and have a talk with him - a real talk - just as soon as she was out of this predicament.

It wan’t as if she hadn’t been trying to reach him. For days, weeks, months really. Since William, since Emiko. Since Slabside. It had been a hell of year so far, for both of them.

But Oliver was hurting, and he needed her. So she’d stepped up. She’d put her anger, her fears, her identity crisis aside, because his need was more immediate. He needed her, and moreover, she wanted him to need her. She needed him to need her.

Third verse, same as the first.

There had been signs that he was beginning to let her in. A tiny smile here, a squeeze of her shoulder there. A hand extended toward her, seeming to offer more than just the contact of skin on skin. But the tragedies kept rolling in one after another, and it felt like every step forward was followed by three steps back. Or worse.

Like that morning.

A shiver of something dark and foreign ran down her spine at the memory of the confrontation in their bedroom. The most recent one, that is.

When she’d said her goodbyes to Curtis a few days ago, something he’d said had struck her. “It feels like you’re struggling to find your purpose too.” It was like he’d found the one weak chink in her armour and driven a knife right through it. Since then, she hadn’t been able to get the words out of her head.

Ever since Oliver had come back from Slabside, unmasked, and begun working with the SCPD, a tiny part of her been struggling to understand where she fit in. John and Curtis had ARGUS, Dinah had the SCPD, and Rene seemed content doing whatever he was doing. It took her awhile to realize that deep down, she had been hoping that Oliver’s return would somehow cause the team to re-form, and she’d be able to take her rightful place among them.

And while that hadn’t immediately happened, she’d believed things had finally started to come together once the rest of the team was deputized to work alongside the SCPD. She’d quietly begun setting up a place for Overwatch in their living room: adding an extra computer or two, and installing and improving dozens of programs that the team had always relied on for monitoring, tracking, searching, communicating, and cataloguing. It felt amazing.

But that morning Oliver had made it clear, in no uncertain terms, that things were not back to normal.

She’d approached him cautiously, aware that she hadn’t exactly informed him of her resumed vigilante activities. She expected him to be surprised. She hadn’t expected him to be angry.

He was standing at the dresser pulling a sweater over his head, and she fit herself against the door frame, watching him. Even now, after all these years, she was stuck by how startlingly beautiful he was, all long lines and hard muscles and perfect bone structure. When his head emerged through the hole in his shirt, he sensed her gaze and turned toward her expectantly.

She still wasn’t used to the distance in his eyes.

“So, I know you probably have work lined up for you already, like assigned cases or something like that,” her chipper tone faded just a little bit, because the truth was she didn’t know; he hadn’t actually told her very much about his new job at all, “but in case you and the team were looking for something to do, I got a pretty solid lead on something this morning.”

His eyebrows drew together. “A lead?”

“Yeah. It turns out there’s been a series of thefts from the Star City headquarters of about a dozen different chemical companies - nothing too noteworthy, when taken individually. But my program gave me an alert because it turns out that, taken together, the various chemicals that were stolen can be used to make some pretty nasty stuff of the explosive variety.”

Oliver’s face stilled as she spoke, which should have alerted her that something was wrong, but Felicity was excited, and when Oliver spoke his tone remained deceptively mild. “Your program? Which program is that?”

“Oh, nothing special, just my usual algorithm that analyzes reported criminal activity and seeks patterns in the data.” She smiled, feeling that tiny surge of pride that always accompanied her small accomplishments as Overwatch, a feeling of having made a difference. She hadn’t realized just how much she’d missed that feeling.

But that feeling evaporated rapidly as she watched Oliver’s expression shift from still to stony to stormy so quickly that she could only track it because she knew him so well. “Why are you running that program?” There was absolutely no mistaking that tone in his voice.

Just as there was no mistaking Felicity’s predictable response to his challenge. She pushed off the door frame, straightening her spine and stepping toward him. “Why shouldn’t I be running that program?”

He blinked at her and breathed deeply through his nose while his eyes never left her face. She recognized the signs of him gathering his composure, but what struck her was the realization that this might be the longest he’d kept his eyes on hers in months. “Felicity.”

She looked aside abruptly, not wanting him to see the emotion that was suddenly rising in her eyes and clogging her throat. She blinked, swallowed, and waited for him to continue.

His voice was surprisingly gentle, which only set her on edge. “You can’t…”

Her eyes snapped to his. “Can’t what, Oliver? What can’t I do?”

He looked away. “I work for the SCPD now. I have to take my assignments from them.”

She stepped toward him, hand outstretched. “Okay then. I’ll put what I have on a thumb drive and you can take it to Dinah. Call it an anonymous tip, or whatever. Then she can assign you to the case.” She smiled tentatively. Willing him to consider the logic of her proposal.

“It’s not that simple.”

Her hand landed on his chest, fingernails scratching lightly against the fabric of his sweater. “I don’t see why it can’t be. With you and the rest of the team deputized to work in the city, with the full support of the SCPD, we can be even more effective than we used to be.”

Oliver stepped back abruptly. “There is no team, Felicity!” He paused, and Felicity snatched her hand back from where it was still hovering between them in the sudden silence. He shifted wary eyes toward her. “I need you to understand that.”

Felicity gaped at him, ready to argue but suddenly speechless.

“I need you to stop pretending that things haven’t changed.” His eyes were earnest, pleading. And they left Felicity gasping as if he had slammed her in the face with a brick.

She stared back at him, the blood rushing loudly in her ears and drowning out any sense of reason. Her breaths were shallow and rapid, but her voice was calm. “I know things have changed, Oliver. That’s the one thing you have made very, very clear.”

“Felic -”

But she was already walking away, and he didn’t follow. Five minutes later, as she sat at her computers blatantly disregarding his wishes, she heard him wordlessly leave the apartment. 

(Continued in chapter 2, linked above!)

[alexiablackbriar13]

Post 7x13.

After being told she's pregnant, Felicity returns to Star City General (alone) to have extra tests done by Dr Schwartz and have her first ultrasound.

Beth immediately notices Felicity is freaking out a little about this whole baby thing and telling Oliver, and has some advice to offer.

[tangled23works]

Okay fandom, I need all the fics now. I’m counting on you!

[theweekinarrowfic]

Completed Arrow Multichapters on AO3, May 3-9, 2020

NOTE: I’m now crossposting to https://theweekinarrowfic.dreamwidth.org Need more Arrow in your life? Why not try one of the multchapter fanfics recently completed by our talented fic writers?

Olicity

Pure of Heart by MagusLibera (4/4, 08 May 2020) - Just as Oliver and Felicity had begun to settle into their lives and make plans for the future, Amanda Waller came and shook up their lives once again.; Now, Oliver finds himself back on Lian Yu, fighting with everything in him to complete the mission and get home to his girl without giving himself over to the darkness inside of him. Felicity is left behind, trying to figure out where her husband has gone and how she can get him back even as she finds herself sinking deeper into the mystery of the corruption within QC. Finding one another again may require drastic measures that they never thought they would take.

All Her Firsts by callistawolf (14/14, 05 May 2020) - Felicity Smoak visits Starling with her high school decathlon team, prepared for a week of intellectual rigors. What she doesn't expect is the emotional roller coaster that follows as she begins to fall for her host- the totally-out-of-her-league Oliver Queen.

Other Ships/Characters

It'll Be Okay, Right? by Some_QueerWriting (OFC-centric; daughter of Kara Danvers/Sara/Lucy Lane/Lena Luthor; 2/2, 09 May 2020) - My name is Keelin Laurel Luthor-Lance, and I'm like any teenage girl trying to get through high school alive. This implies having to deal with her four moms that have been separated for about a year, a little sister she babysits instead of studying, a dad she can't see cause her three moms hate him, and to top that off gets bullied for having four moms, and one billion dollar dad, that 'doesn't' want her. A secret might make everything even worse.; (The Plot is not fully explained in this summary or tags, so sorry for the disappointment if this doesn't live up to your expectations)

I Guess We're Roommates? by Sp33d_G4rr1ck (Laurel/Oliver, 2/2, 04 May 2020) - Oliver knew he was late to his new apartment. After all he shouldn’t have been up drinking right before he had to start his second year of Stanford. More importantly, why is there a hot girl waiting outside of it?

*My Name is Mia Smoak* by ArrowOlicityAJ (Mia & William, 3/3, 05 May 2020) - This is canon conversation that takes place between Mia and William after they meet at the end of 7x13. This story will also parallels the relationship between Oliver and Emiko as half-siblings in the present day. Enjoy dear Arrow fans!

Falling In Love With Love by JRW9699 (Kara Danvers/Oliver, 25/25, 03 May 2020) - When, in the aftermath of Prometheus’s defeat, Team Arrow receive a visitor from Earth-38 their entire world is turned upside down. For Oliver and Kara, though, things will never be the same.

Love Inquires by Moondust_Yikisoul (Harry Potter-centric, John Constantine/Lucifer Moringstar among ships listed, 34/34, 04 May 2020) - The Seals are being broken left to right, Harry and most of his friends are about to graduate, Sphinx reveals herself, and 2010 is going to be a nightmare to wright.

Escape from Arkham. by Batwoman2019 (Alice (Batwoman)-centric, several Arrow characters and shipps tagged, 51/51, 07 May 2020) - With Alice having escaped from Arkham what trouble can she bring to all of the teams.

[juvinadelgreko]

ARROW 7x13

In a gif: 

I’m buzzing. But why don’t we save the best for last! 

I loved this episode, for quite a few reasons. I’m going to cover things in chronological order this time.

- The opening sequence was more than sufficiently creepy! I can’t remember who directed this, but hats off you! 

- Again, I’m ticked that Oliver got to do little to no detective work.

- Let’s address the William situation. 

- I am very, very proud of Oliver and Felicity for handling this the way they did. I grew up in a situation very similar to William’s and my parents weren’t nearly that mature. 

- Watching William go though...felt that one right in the heart. I know the chances are slim, but I hope Jack can maybe come back and guest star?? Cue fics of phone calls and holiday/birthday visits. 

- I’m not a horror movie person at all, and I was thoroughly creeped out by John, Dinah, Curtis, and Rene poking around in Stan’s house. One of my favorite parts for sure. When Stan attacked Dinah, I jumped at about 3ft in the air and shrieked like a little baby. 

- Hello Oliver’s chili! Too bad Stan crashed the party. 

- Stan’s nuts. That’s it. I liked Oliver and William’s sly collaboration.

- It was a cool scene. I liked it. 

- The flash forwards actually had a tasteful presence in this episode, I thought. 

- “What did you guys date?” “God No! I’m gay and she’s my mom!”

- I liked seeing Roy in action again! 

- Adieu, Curtis. A small part of me will miss you! good luck. 

- Also, now that Helix Smoak Tech has finally become totally hers, does this mean we will finally get a Smoak Tech arc? PLEASE. 

AND NOW WHY DON’T WE ADDRESS THE LAST 2 MINUTES

- oh, what happened in the last 2 minutes? not much except....

OLICITY BABY!!!!! 

Y’ALL, I’M STILL SHAKING. 

Cue all the fics of the phone call, telling Oliver, telling William, telling Donna! AHHHHH! 

“Felicity’s still alive.”

“My name is Mia Smoak. I’m Felicity’s daughter.” 

what do the kids these days say...CALLED IT! 

Leave it to Arrow to drop a bombshell like that and make us wait 3 weeks to resolve it. 

If we don’t see a reaction from Oliver I WILL sue. 

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@msbeccieboo @it-was-a-red-heeler @allimariexf @lucyyh @swordandarrow @hope-for-olicity @babblingblondegenius @tangled23works @smoakmonster @emeraldoliverqueen @felicityqueen @kak430 @icannotbelieveiamhere @stephswims

[ao3feed-oliverfelicity]

To think I might not see those eyes (Makes it so hard not to cry)

read it on the AO3

by Mimozka

Injured officers came through the doors of Starling General’s ER all too often for this situation to be considered out of the ordinary, wasn’t helping much. He couldn’t explain it, but everytime he heard about an officer coming in he pictured Dinah on a gurney.

The SCPD was a big police force, the chance that the hurt officer was someone close to him was very small. The chance that the police officer in question could be his wife was even smaller. Microscopic. In fact, it was downright non-existent, because Dinah told him this morning before they left for work that she had a training session with Zoe and then a playdate with Oliver for Bex and Mia.

Words: 4403, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of TommyDinah

Fandoms: Arrow (TV 2012)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Tommy Merlyn, Dinah Drake (Arrow), Oliver Queen, John Diggle, Rene Ramirez, Rebecca "Bex" Merlyn -OC, Felicity Smoak - mentioned, Mia Smoak - mentioned

Relationships: Dinah Drake/Tommy Merlyn, Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak, - If you squint

Additional Tags: Angst, Canon-Typical Violence, Family, Kid Fic, 7x13 AU, canon divergence - Arrow Season 7, Tommy Merlyn Lives, Tommy Merlyn also has a daughter, TommyDinah, anxiety attack, Panic Attack

read it on the AO3

[hope-for-olicity]

Fabulous Olicity Fanfic Friday - March 8th, 2019

Happy Friday! So this is my attempt to both thank awesome fanfic writers for their amazing work and offer my recommendations to anyone who is interested. Here are the fantastic fanfic stories I read this week! They are posted in the order I read them. This and all previous Fabulous Olicity Fanfic posts can be found on my blog. I special Happy Birthday today to one of my favourite writers @wherethereissmoak!

When I'm With You - Barely Breathing multi-chapter by @sentence-fragments - ARROW AU - The prodigal son returns! After five years...away, because Felicity knows he wasn't on that island all the time, Oliver finally finds his way home. Her feelings for him are as strong as ever, but there's something about him that isn't quite right, and she can't seem to figure out what it is that he's hiding from her. (Part 3 of the 'When I'm WIth You'-Series) http://archiveofourown.org/works/4874542/chapters/11175277

If I Tremble multi-chapter WIP by @smoaking-greenarrow - A collection of prompts and ficlets, with all the smut! Olicity sexy times are the best times. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15409122/chapters/35762643

You Wouldn't Dare (post-7x13) by @dust2dust34 - Felicity has some thoughts about Oliver keeping his hair so short. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15714660/chapters/42431558

Everything That Isn't Me by @juvinadelgreko - Oliver still hasn’t truly let go of his time in prison, or rather, it hasn’t let go of him. https://archiveofourown.org/works/17968460

(Freaky Friday) Things Ain't Goin' My Way multi-chapter WIP by @felicityollies - what happens when you mix an ancient textbook, an angry hacker, and an equally angry vigilante? Short answer: nothing good. https://archiveofourown.org/works/6496711/chapters/14871091

Mutual Release multi-chapter Complete by @dust2dust34 - Set in Season 2.5. Mutual frustration leads to other mutual things. https://archiveofourown.org/works/4090495/chapters/9213292

Run to the Water multi-chapter Complete by @someonesaidcake - The year is 1912, Oliver was 9 and far too old to be babysitting that nonsensical girl Felicity whose parents owned the cattle ranch where his parents worked and lived, but she won him over with oat and raisin biscuits and soon became his little blonde sidekick...with a completely unrequited crush on him. Years later she returns from boarding school and more than bush fires ignite in the changing times.... https://archiveofourown.org/works/7455738/chapters/16942293

P.S. Hong Kong: Was it Real?!? multi-chapter WIP by @cruzrogue for Olicity trope-tastic award: Fake Marriage - This is off season 3 Flashbacks. When Tommy goes to Hong Kong he doesn’t go alone he takes his friend Felicity as the best information system being to help him locate Oliver Queen. Tommy may leave empty handed but Felicity gets to be a bride… https://archiveofourown.org/works/15025697/chapters/34832747

Do You Remember multi-chapter WIP by @smkkbert - Eight years after Oliver and Felicity became teenage parents, they have everything they could have ever hoped for and more. They have a good life in a nice house. Their marriage is happy, and a second baby is on its way. The calm they have settled in is interrupted abruptly when a stalker starts terrorizing Felicity. https://archiveofourown.org/works/17409059/chapters/40978307

The Fan multi-chapter WIP by @leuska - For the past couple of months, Felicity Smoak, previous child star known to the world through her alter ego Lisy the Tech Whiz, who ended her career and her growing popularity at the age of thirteen rather abruptly, has sporadically received disturbing notes and gifts in her mail. Police believe the notes to be just little tokens of appreciation by a former fan. Despite having left the spotlight over a decade ago and living in anonymity since, the fan mail keeps coming, increasing in frequency as well as intensity. The last drop is when Felicity receives another letter with a love note. A scary, ominous note. A note written in human blood.FBI director Amanda Waller tasks her best Agent to the case. Oliver Queen, a criminal profiler, is currently working on a special task force formed between SCPD and FBI to catch a man dubbed the Start City Slasher, who has murdered at least three young women in the past nine months. Agent Queen is not thrilled with the prospect of holding a former princess’ hand through her problem with a simple stalker while a serial killer is still at large. However, once meeting her, Oliver finds there is nothing easy or simple about Felicity Smoak as their worlds start to intertwine. https://archiveofourown.org/works/17726573/chapters/41820368

(Don't) Let Me Go multi-chapter WIP by @emmilynestill - Felicity told him to let her go, but even when Oliver tried, it didn’t seem to be something he was capable of. In the end, there would be nothing in the world Felicity was more grateful for. Weaving in and out of the final four episodes of Season 5 and beyond, follow Oliver and Felicity’s emotional journey back to one another, one step at a time. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11591223/chapters/26051715

See, I Did My Research multi-chapter Complete by @icannotbelieveiamhere - This is a follow up to my most recent story “Surprise Children”. Barry follows up on Oliver’s request. Part 1: https://icannotbelieveiamhere.tumblr.com/post/183213912396/part-1-of-see-i-did-my-research Part 2: https://icannotbelieveiamhere.tumblr.com/post/183263924356/part-2-final-of-see-i-did-my-research

Providence multi-chapter WIP by @so-caffeinated - Will Queen has struggled in silence in the year since he was shot. But when a shadowy crime lord known as Domino targets the only woman Will’s ever truly loved, fate forces him to confront his demons in ways he never could have imagined… Whether he wants to or not. Amelia Prescott has fought to take control of her life since learning two years ago that her personal and professional worlds were manipulated by others. But nothing can prepare her for just how hard she'll have to fight to set her own course, especially when her heart belongs to a damaged man and a crime lord threatens her every professional move... And her life. Destiny brings them together, but as chaos reigns and personal demons haunt Will and Amelia both, it may also threaten to tear them apart. https://archiveofourown.org/works/17919056/chapters/42308753

Arrow Out of Context multi-chapter WIP by @smoaking-greenarrow - "So, ‘stay away’ is what you’re saying” https://archiveofourown.org/works/14957309/chapters/42560549

Hear Anything? (Post 7x14) by @dust2dust34 - Oliver and Felicity lounge in bed after she tells him the big news. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15714660/chapters/42608909

Time for a Story multi-chapter WIP by @smkkbert - This fic shows Olicity and their life as a (married) couple with family. Although Olicity (and their kids) are the protagonists, other characters of Arrow and Flash make appearances. YOU NEED THIS STORY IN YOUR LIFE. https://archiveofourown.org/works/3912157/chapters/8757172

Re-Airrow 2x19 by @lostolicityscenes - A short scene furthering the animosity between Felicity and Isabel Rochev. It takes place before the events of the episode. https://lostolicityscenes.tumblr.com/post/183273473866/re-airrow-2x19

Will Fate Allow? multi-chapter WIP by @mindramblingsfics - Seeing her parent's marriage dissolve at a young age made Felicity yearn for a healthy marriage of her own. She thought she'd finally found what she was looking for when Billy Malone showed up offering her what her heart desired. She thought she was happy and had everything she could want, but things began to unravel. Slowly she turned to someone who had become an unparalleled constant in her life...Oliver Queen. Oliver and Felicity are the definition of polar opposites. He is the mob boss that strikes fear in the hearts many, while she is seen as the sweet girl next door, but there is more to both of them underneath the surface. Along the way, they become connected to one another leading to their lives being intertwined forever. https://archiveofourown.org/works/16521596/chapters/38699951 With the Speed of an Arrow multi-chapter WIP by @academyofshipping - Oliver Queen’s elite and silver-spoon life has taken some blows in the past few years, but he is still the carefree billionaire everyone knows of and loves. When his role in the family business is in jeopardy and he is introduced to a motley of new people, his status quo is threatened. With a changed perspective, Oliver realizes his feeling for his best friend and anchor-in-life, Felicity Smoak, may be more than just platonic. OR A modern adaption of Jane Austen’s Emma with a gender swap* and no island. *Knowing that gender is not binary https://archiveofourown.org/works/16559846/chapters/38799857

// @emmaamelia95 // @mel-loves-all // @oliverfel4 // @green-arrows-of-karamel // @coal000 // @miriam1779 // @memcjo// @captainolicitysbedroom // @tdgal1 // @spaztronautwriter // @lalawo1// @quiveringbunny // @wrongshipper // @thebookjumper // @vaelisamaza // @myhauntedblacksoul // @lovelycssefan // @laurabelle2930 // 

[smoaking-greenarrow]

Could you maybe write a speculation fic for ep 7x13. Maybe with Stanley breaking into Olicity’s home and kidnapping Felicity & Will to torment Oliver? I’m totally in love w/ your account.

I didn’t have time for a speculation fic last week :/ But for the first time in a while, Arrow actually succeeded my expectations! I literally do not have a single note on what I’d change. If I were to write a speculation fic, it would’ve been incredibly similar to what we saw happen with the Queen family in 7x13 (although the paralyzing drug and Stanley’s backstory were incredibly creative details. It’s actually much cooler than what I would’ve come up with). 

I do have this story that I wrote after the episode Stanley escaped from prison, though. If you wanna check it out, anon :)

Soooo how about 7x14-ish stuff instead?

After Oliver came home, Felicity never thought she’d step foot in Slabside again.

Yet, with the way their life together tended to snowball, twisting and tumbling unexpectedly, she probably should have prepared herself better for this. She should have been ready.

Being ready, or rather not being ready, is the exact thing that compelled her to come back to this awful place, though. An annoyingly persistent need to seek the truth.

As the guard closes the door behind her, Felicity sees the man who can answer her questions. Although he looks so much smaller than she remembered him. Maybe being drugged and paralyzed, sitting between the two most important men in her life made Stanley Dover seem more intimidating than he did now.

Now, he is an inmate again. Pale, exhausted, and scared. Just as Oliver must have seen him all those months ago. He seems frail. Like a man who couldn’t hurt a fly, if only because he doesn’t look capable of it.

But Felicity made sure to do her homework on this man. Any man, woman, or metahuman who carried a grudge against her husband warranted digging from now on.

“Felicity?” He sees her through the glass, waving as if she’s a friend rather than a failed attempt at murder.

She couldn’t begin to understand someone like Stanley, nor did she really want to. But she didn’t come here to fight with him. So, Felicity plasters on a smile, coming over to sit and slowly picking up the phone. She waits until he does the same. “Hi, Stanley.”

To his credit, Stanley looks ashamed. He averts his gaze. “I never thought I’d see you again.” His eyes flicker up to her, sparking with something that makes her shiver before he asks, “did Oliver send you?”

“No,” she shakes her head. “Oliver won’t be visiting you. Stanley, I wouldn’t get your hopes up. You won’t be going anywhere near my husband.”

His lips twitch, and then a curt laugh escapes him. “You’re protective. Fierce.” He nods, “I could always see why Oliver fell in love with you, Felicity. I told you, I know him better than anyone. I’m glad that he found someone who deserves him. Adores and appreciates him like the hero that he is. You’re the only person left in his life who is worthy.”

Pausing for a moment, Felicity catches her breath. She’d just been thinking a moment ago how weak and pathetic Stanley had looked. She’d almost felt bad for him. But as he speaks, she’s reminded of how dangerous Stanley Dover is. And how she needs to make sure he never sees the outside of Slabside again.

“That’s actually what I came to talk to you about,” Felicity answers. “You said something the other night...and I need to ask you about it.”

Leaning closer, Stanley grips the phone, “okay, Felicity...ask.”

“You said you needed to warn Oliver.”

Stanley leans back, his eyes on her face. For what he lacks in sanity, he makes up for in awareness. Felicity realized last week that there isn’t a point lying to this man. He would know. She’s hoping that transparency will earn her honesty. “This is about those friends of his, isn’t it?”

Felicity sighs, “you told him that he can’t believe everything they say. That you’ve done things to protect him. And I can’t seem to get your words out of my head, Stanley.”

“Oliver didn’t want to listen...”

Lifting her jaw, Felicity looks into the man’s eyes. “That’s what I came here to do.”

After a long pause, one where Felicity knows that Stanley is trying to read her and she keeps her eyes uncomfortably focused on him, he finally speaks. “That Ramirez man who Oliver puts his neck out for again and again...and in return, Wild Dog gets him sent right in here.” Stanley seethes, and Felicity can already see him escalating. “And the metahuman who thinks she’s helping him, as if a badge is what he needs. As if a police officer is a worthy title for Oliver Queen.” The vein in his head forms as his face grows red, his voice getting louder, “I had to hurt her,” he grits through his teeth. “I had to take her scream.”

With her stomach rolling, Felicity stares at Stanley, feeling abnormally fascinated by him...now that there’s a thick glass between them that keeps his violent, terrifying actions away from her. The last thing she needs is to be a target for someone like that.

“Oh my god,” Stanley’s voice breaks her from her thoughts, her eyes snapping back up to him. But he’s not looking at her face. His gaze is on her stomach, where her hand had instinctively moved. Seeing the look of realization on his face makes Felicity’s hand fly away from her belly.

Stanley’s eyes travel back up to hers, and she knows that he knows.

Standing up, Felicity steps back without a word. “Wait!” He calls after her, his hand slapping against the glass. She shouldn’t have come. It didn’t do any good. “There’s more you need to hear, Felicity! Listen! You have to listen!”

“You’re not telling me anything I don’t already know, Stanley,” she shakes her head, clutching her purse tightly on her shoulder.

“It’s about John Diggle!” 

Felicity stops, turning back to look at the wild expression in the man’s eyes. The desperation. 

“He’s not the man that you and Oliver think he is.”

One thing that makes Oliver more nervous than the people behind any of his scars, is a silent Felicity Smoak.

His wife always has something to say. When she’s not offering him profound advice and support, she’s probably babbling like the adorable genius he’s used to. He knows that she’s going through just as much as him, but it’s always unsettling if Felicity doesn’t have an opinion to give. 

Oliver expected her to have a hard time with this. He just hadn’t expected her not to let him hear it.

He wants to hear it.

“Felicity,” Oliver glances at her as he drives, noticing the way she’s picking at her nail polish. He frowns, reaching over to cover her hands with one of his. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she answers, her eyes widening a bit.

“You’ve been saying ‘nothing’ for days now. Talk to me...”

Felicity fidgets, playing with his index finger, her eyes focused on her lap. “Let’s just get to John’s, okay?”

He sighs, trying to figure it out as he watches her. “Is it William?” Oliver asks lowly, squeezing her fingers. “I know we told him we’d visit in a couple months, but I can call Samantha’s parents...maybe we can take a weekend trip to Central City.”

“It—” she purses her lips, “that would be great, Oliver. We should.”

“Felicity,” he whispers, “please. You’ve been acting strange since William left. What’s going on with you?”

Hearing the hurt in his voice, Felicity looks back at him. And she smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Everything’s going to be fine, Oliver.”

He blinks, feeling his shoulders tense. “Going to be?”

“We can talk about it later,” she soothes, “we’re almost at John and Lyla’s.”

Oliver hesitates, turning onto their street. “You’re scaring me, Felicity.”

“Honey,” Felicity forces a laugh, rubbing her hand against his arm. “I need you to trust me.” He nods, and she returns it. “Hopefully John can clear some things up,” his wife mumbles as he parks.

She gets out of the car, hurrying towards the house, moving like she can’t wait to get away from him. And Oliver takes a moment to let out a deep breath before he follows.

Putting his arms behind his back, Oliver steps behind his wife, leaning down to her ear as she knocks on the Diggles’ door. 

“Hmm,” he whispers, letting his lips touch her skin, feeling that shiver run through her as he presses his chest against her back. “You know that I have very effective ways of getting you to tell me things, right? I’m prepared to put the salmon ladder back up if I need to, baby.”

“Oh, no-ho-ho, mister,” she shoots him a glare over her shoulder. “Your sweaty and naked self is what got us into trouble in the first place.”

His eyebrows push together, confusion on the tip of his tongue, but the door swings open. “Hey, guys,” Lyla greets them with a smile. “John’s just putting JJ down for a nap. Come on in.”

They follow Lyla inside, and Oliver can’t help but notice that Felicity only grows even more tense as they walk down the hall. And when she sees John, Felicity crosses her arms. “We need to talk.”

Closing the door to his son’s bedroom, John raises his eyebrows at her confrontational tone. It surprises Oliver, too. “Okay,” Dig says slowly, “about what?”

“The ghost initiative,” she cocks her head to the side. Oliver freezes, watching as John and Lyla share a look. Felicity laughs in the silence. “Well, that’s not quite denial I’m hearing.”

“We needed to bring the initiative back,” John explains, glancing at Oliver. “I was going to tell you,”

Felicity steps in front of him, forcing him to look at her. He does, and for the first time, Oliver clocks the guilt in John’s eyes. Remorse that he directs right at Felicity. 

“Is Diaz on the squad?”

Diggle sighs, running his hand over his face, “Felicity...Diaz has a connection to a criminal named Dante. ARGUS needs to find him, and Diaz is our only shot at it.”

“So...” Felicity shakes her head incredulously. “You’re working with him. You’re working with the man that tried to kill my entire family.”

“We need him.”

Oliver closes his eyes, dropping his head. “For what?” He sighs, understanding what had Felicity so tense.

“Intel. Dante runs an organization called the Ninth Circle. It’s like a high-class black market. Items are sold through underground auctions...things that people have no business getting their hands on. Based on what Diaz has told us, Dante has access to nuclear codes, bombs, and plenty of other weapons that could kill a whole lot of people.”

High stakes. It irritates him that this is the first he’s heard about it. Oliver shakes his head, glancing between the three of them. “When is the next auction?”

“Tomorrow night,” Lyla chimes in. “The team is going on their first mission. We were going to wait...but Diaz says that Dante has his hands on something incredibly dangerous.”

Felicity scoffs, “and you believe him?”

The aggression in her voice surprises Oliver, and raises more than a few questions. “How did you know about that Lyla and John resurrected the squad?”

Her eyes snap to him, and she lets out a sharp breath. “Stanley told me.”

“Stan—” Oliver stalls, his jaw clenching. “When?”

“This morning,” she holds her chin high, pushing her shoulders back. “I may have paid a visit to Slabside.”

Oliver’s eyebrows shoot up, ready to talk about that. But Lyla cuts him off. “It’s not a matter of believing Diaz,” she draws back the conversation. “It’s just that we can’t take the risk. Diaz said that the last time he was in contact with Dante, Dante was after a powerful virus. One that could wipe out an entire city if it’s exposed in the air.”

Oliver freezes, knowing exactly the weapon that could do that. One he’d seen in Hong Kong. One that had almost leveled Star City. “The Alpha-Omega virus? How the hell did this Dante guy get his hands on something like that?”

“Most likely...it was stolen from ARGUS and given to him,” John mumbles. “Like I said, this isn’t someone to mess around with. We have to take him seriously.”

“Fine,” Oliver nods, pausing for a moment. “You better just make damn sure that he stays far away from my family.”

“Are you ready to tell me what’s bothering you,” Oliver finally asks, keeping his eyes on the door of the venue. But he feels his wife turn her head to look at him from the passenger seat.

“You want to discuss this here? In the middle of an ARGUS mission?”

“We’re not technically in the mission,” he purses his lips.

Felicity snorts, “no, we’re just stalking it.”

“We’re—” he huffs, throwing a glance at her. “We’re observing.”

“Sure,” she shrugs, her sass coming out in full swing. “That’s probably what Stanley the Stalker calls it, too.”

Letting out a deep breath, Oliver shakes his head. “Speaking of Stanley...let’s talk about your trip to Slabside yesterday.”

“Let’s...not,” she groans.

“I’m getting worried about you, Felicity. It’s not like you to keep things from me...”

“Ah,” she nods, raising her eyebrows at him. “I forgot. That’s your thing, isn’t it?”

Oliver cocks his head to the side, “you’re really upset about something.” He frowns, “deflecting isn’t really your thing.”

“What are you,” his wife rolls her eyes. “The expert on all things Felicity Smoak?”

In response, he shrugs, “only if there’s some kind of award for my expertise...” Oliver relaxes a bit when Felicity chuckles, a smile spreading across her lips, just as he’d been hoping.

“Look, Oliver...” she sighs. “There is something that I need to tell you. Something we need to talk about. But I need you to trust me when I say that we will. And that everything is okay.”

He analyzes her for a long moment, “you’re okay?”

“More than,” Felicity smiles back, lifting her hand to graze his cheek, her fingers gliding down his neck to the collar of his shirt.

“When do you think you’ll let me in on this something, then?”

“Maybe when we’re not stalking our friends,” she scrunches her nose, making a face.

“Observ—”

“Uh huh,” Felicity laughs, her fingers squeezing his shoulder. “Observing.”

“Okay,” he breathes, checking the door one more time before he turns his body towards Felicity. “Come here,”

She grins, meeting him halfway. Oliver hums, combing his fingers through Felicity’s hair, brushing his nose against hers.

Her lips barely touch his before gunshots and yelling interrupt them.

“Wait here,” he grumbles, moving quickly out of the car and towards the building. By the time he crosses the street, people are screaming, running from the door as the gunshots grow louder.

Oliver makes his way inside, taking a moment to assess his surroundings. 

Lyla and John are back to back, fighting off armed men in suits. Turning his head, Oliver clocks Diaz near the bar, dragging a man’s face across a countertop of broken glass. He also notices Carrie Cutter, China White, and Joe Wilson, all fighting off Dante’s men.

Identifying the ones he needs to worry about, Oliver joins the fight. He steers clear of Diaz, but watches John and Lyla’s backs, as well as Cutter, Joe, and China.

Dig’s team might be lacking in numbers in the fight, but they have the skill. And it doesn’t take long for Dante’s men to begin retreating. “Is he here?” Oliver asks John, looking around the crowd.

“I saw a group of them run out the back door as soon as the shooting started. He’s probably long gone by now.”

Without a word, Oliver rushes back to the door he’d come through, knowing immediately that if Dante had planned his escape route behind the building, then Felicity probably noticed something. Which would be fine...if his wife didn’t have a history of stumbling into trouble. “I left Felicity in the car back here,” he mumbles, pushing through the crowd.

Oliver bursts through the door, his eyes landing on the car. And Felicity is still inside it. Thank god. 

As soon as his wife sees him and the others, she unbuckles her seat belt and opens the door.

He reaches the car before she can get out, kneeling in front of the open door. “Dante came out this way,” he explains. “Did you see anything?”

Felicity nods, her eyes wide. “A car pulled up right next to me,” she huffs, “I think it was him that they picked up. Oliver, I think I know what Dante looks like.”

“And you managed to stay in the car,” he raises an eyebrow at her; impressed and pleased, but also surprised. 

Felicity just nods, her shoulders slumping. 

“Hey,” Oliver puts his hands on her knees, his eyebrows furrowing. She’s pale, looking a little too shell-shocked for his liking. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” Felicity breathes, shaking her head. “That was just...” Her hand slips from his, moving up to her stomach. Just as quickly, it drops, and her eyes fly back to him. “You’re not hurt? You’re okay?”

Oliver stares up at her, nodding slowly. “Let’s get home.”

Blinking, Felicity purses her lips, “Yeah, I just,” her face drops, and she holds up a finger before she’s suddenly pushing his hands away, climbing over him to get out of the car.

“Felicity?” He jolts up, chasing after her while she runs towards the nearest bush she can find. And his heart hammers in his chest, concern rising in his throat while she vomits. Oliver quickly reaches for her, adjusting her hair out of her face just in time to avoid a mess.

When it’s over, she stands upright, pressing her hand against her mouth and closing her eyes. 

He knows, as surely and as confidently as he knows the woman he married, that something is wrong. It sets a knot in his chest, making him want to take Felicity’s lead and empty his own stomach’s contents in the bushes. Something is wrong.

As much as he wants to comfort Felicity, bring her home and take care of her, he also knows that she’s not telling him something important. Keeping something from him. “You need to tell me, Felicity.” He pleads, his voice barely above a whisper.

She releases a deep breath, knowing just what he means. “I’m pregnant, Oliver.”

His mind goes completely blank. And he stares. She stares back.

Before he can even think of a response, of anything, John and Lyla catch up to them. 

They dive right into planning; discussing Dante’s whereabouts and next moves, explaining the transfer processes of the squad. 

Felicity eventually looks away from him, listening and nodding as John and Lyla fill them in as if they were an intended piece of the mission tonight, rather than party crashers.

And Oliver tries to focus. Felicity seems to, so he does his best to listen.

But all he can think about is what she said. 

Felicity is pregnant. With a baby. A baby that is also his baby. They’re having a baby together.

Once the initial shock wears off, approximately five minutes after his wife had dropped the bomb on him, he’s feeling antsy. But he realizes quickly that it’s not a nervous kind of antsy.

It’s an excited one.

Clearing his throat, Oliver places a hand on Felicity’s back, interrupting Dig. “We need to get home,” he blurts.

John glances between them, “yeah...okay. Thanks for your help tonight, Oliver.”

“We’ll call you when we know more,” Lyla offers.

“And Felicity...” John looks down at her, pausing for a moment. Then he gently pulls her into his arms. “I’m sorry. I would never do anything to hurt you or your family. I love you, you know that, right?”

As she pulls back, Felicity blinks away moisture in her eyes. Tears that appear to surprise her as much as they surprise Dig.

Guiding her back towards the car, Oliver waves to John and Lyla, who each stare at Felicity with varying levels of confusion and concern. “Sorry,” she babbles, “hormones are all over the place—I don’t know why! I mean. What?”

“Honey,” Oliver mumbles, “home, now, please.”

“Right, bye!” She waves as he pulls her to the car. 

Felicity glances up at him as they walk away. “Oliver, you’re pale...maybe I should drive.”

He shakes his head, helping her into the passenger seat. “I’m fine.”

Once he’s behind the wheel, he catches his breath, his hands on the wheel and his eyes on his wife. His pregnant wife. “Home,” he whispers, glancing away and starting the car.

“Please say something,” Felicity finally speaks after long minutes of silence, her voice small.

Oliver glances down at her, surprised to see how anxious she looks. “When did you find out?”

“Dr. Schwartz told me last week. After she tested our blood,” she explains. “I just didn’t want to mention it so soon after William...”

“And you’re sure? I mean, there’s just—there’s no way that this could be wrong?” Oliver whispers. 

He’s so ready and willing to let go of his last bit of doubt. The last dark spot in his mind wanting to hold him back from accepting the happiness that wants to overtake him. Felicity bites her lip, and nods.

Taking in a deep breath, Oliver releases it slowly. 

As he drives towards the apartment, he can feel Felicity’s eyes on the side of his face. Gently, she rests her hand on his leg, getting his attention again. “Tell me this is good news, Oliver,” she whispers. “I’m scared...but I really want it to be good news.”

“I’m scared, too,” he answers lowly, honestly, offering her a smile. “But we’re in it together. Baby, this is better than good. I didn’t think it was possible for you to make me happier than you already have, for me to love you more than I already do...I’m excited, Felicity.” An unexpected laugh bubbles in his throat. “There’s so much to process, but I’m excited.”

He shifts his eyes from the road, taking a moment to appreciate the gorgeous, perfect smile that crosses her face. “I’m excited, too.”

And there’s nothing else they need to say in that moment. Nothing that they both don’t already understand. Nothing that can’t wait until they’re home. When he can look into her eyes, touch her, hold her.

Celebrate with her.  

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Pregnancy Part 2

As so many people requested more this is second part of my post 7x13 fic. Felicity tells Oliver she’s pregnant. This chapter is full of angst so be warned it is not a happy Olicity baby fic. I’m sure you can find this elsewhere. This chapter and the previous are also available on AO3. Thanks to @lucyyh for making the amazing gif above!

Oliver turned to look at his wife. “What is wrong?”

Suddenly, Felicity was done being sad, she just felt pissed. So right or wrong she was going to tell Oliver what was wrong. “What is wrong? How about EVERYTHING? I have a husband in fifty million kinds of pain who won’t look at me, I have no idea how to protect my family, I tried, failed and my son left because of it. I am scared ALL. THE. TIME. And now…” Felicity began gasping for breath, “now,” she tried again but she couldn’t breathe, she turned away from Oliver to try to calm down. She tried telling herself breath in and out but she couldn’t focus. She just felt overwhelmed. She was sinking she could feel it. 

Oliver watched his wife crumble before his eyes, when she first turned her back he wanted to give her a moment to collect herself but she was clearly drowning. Drowning in fear, pain and whatever else he had been ignoring for weeks. He was not proud of his behaviour towards Felicity, he just had nothing to give her. Oliver wasn’t an idiot, he knew his wife was scared. But she seemed so strong. Now as he looked at her shaking with his back to him, he knew he could no longer be in denial. He failed his wife, again. He moved forward, scooped her up in his arms, carried her to the couch, holding her tightly. He began to rub her back in the soothing way, he knew she liked. “It’s okay, I’m here, baby. Just breath for me. You are safe. I won’t let anything happen to you. I’m so sorry, Felicity.” He listened carefully to see if she was calming. Not yet. He began to rock her back and forth in his arms. “Felicity, I love you, honey. I need you to breathe. I am here. You are safe. I am so sorry, I hurt you. Come on, let’s breathe together in and out. I am here. I’m not going anywhere, Felicity. I will be better I promise. I will do whatever you want. Just breathe, Felicity. I love you so much. I’m going to just keep telling you. I love you, I love you, I love you,” Oliver repeated the three words until Felicity finally began to breathe slowly in and out.

Felicity listened to Oliver’s steadying voice telling her he loved her over and over again. She wanted to tell him she loved him too. She knew he was sorry. She knew he was in pain. She had no idea what happened in prison, but like her, Oliver changed. As she slowly came back to herself she felt Oliver’s tears. “Shush baby, I’m okay. I’m okay, I love you.” Felicity leaned in further to Oliver, breathing in his scent. She kissed his neck. He was her home and everything was going to be okay.

Oliver held her quietly for a bit. He knew they both needed this closeness. Felicity had been trying for weeks, through her touches to reassure him but he didn’t think he was ready. What a fool he was. He pushed away the only thing that could heal him. He looked down at his wife as she began to pull away, she looked up at him, her eyes red-rimmed from tears. “Hi.” He gave her a slight smile.

“Hi,” Felicity said softly.

Oliver looked down at his beautiful wife, cupping her cheek in his hands. “Are you okay? I mean, I know you are not okay but are you a little better?”

“I’m a little better.” Her voice was hoarse.

“Stay here, I’m going to get you a glass of water.” Oliver gently placed Felicity on the sofa, wrapped her favourite green throw around her before going to get them both glasses of water.

Felicity watched him in the kitchen. This was not how she planned to tell Oliver but clearly, she was not okay. She needed help. Oliver came back, handed her a glass of water before sitting back on the couch opening his arms to her once more.

“Felicity, we need to talk. Neither of us is okay. Which is completely understandable. I think we should get help, therapy. There are no more secrets, we could go individually and or together whatever works. What do you think?” Oliver knew he’d always been the one to say no to therapy when Felicity mentioned it in the past but he had no idea what how she felt about therapy for herself.

“Maybe.” Felicity bit her lip. “Oliver, there is something I have to tell you. I hope this will be a good thing.”

Oliver saw the concern on Felicity’s face. “You can tell me anything. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Oliver, I’m pregnant.” Felicity watched Oliver’s face carefully. “I kind of hope you will be happy about this, even excited. I know it’s not the best timing, probably the worst but it’s happening.” She watched as tears formed in Oliver’s eyes. “Oliver, talk to me. I need to know what you are thinking.”

“I love you, Felicity Smoak. I will love any baby we make together but given your reaction, I’m worried.” Oliver put his glass on the coffee table, turned to his wife. “How do you feel? Keep in mind, there is no wrong answer.”

Felicity got up on her knees, placing a soft kiss to her husband’s lips. “I love you for appreciating my feelings. We have never talked about this have we.” Felicity sat back, looking at her husband.

“No, we haven’t.” Oliver took her hand in his. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t have an inkling about how you feel about babies. I’ve never been sure you wanted one. And I will love you whether we have children or not. It was not a caveat in our marriage. We never discussed having children, I know it’s a bit late now but I need to know how you feel.”

“I’m going to be honest, I never saw this for myself - the marriage, the kids. But you Oliver, have changed everything.” Felicity squeezed Oliver’s hand. “I love you, in a way, I never knew I could love someone. So when it comes to being married to you, there is no choice to make. I also know that you would like to have a baby. You have to know there is nothing in this world I would not give you. I never dreamed of being a mother and if I’m being honest baby’s scare me but I thought we wouldn’t have to think about this for a while. I thought we’d wait. Until it was safer. And right now…” Felicity trailed off, her breathing becoming impacted again.

Oliver took her empty glass of water from her, pulled her in his arms. “Hey, we don’t need to figure this out right now. Do you know how far along you are?”

“Dr. Schwartz said a month or so. I booked an ultrasound. I have information in my bag about foods.” Felicity looked over at her bagged dropped in the middle of the floor.

Oliver chuckled. “I really need to start asking you where you are going.” Then he turned serious again. “Felicity, we can do whatever you want. I know this is bad timing. I know you are scared and I’ve done little to help that. But I love you and we need to do what’s best for our family.”

“I want to have the baby. I know that makes no sense given what I just told you but she’s here now and I need to protect her.” Felicity put a hand on her flat belly.

“She?” Oliver looked down at his wife with a raised eyebrow. “I thought you didn’t have have the ultrasound? How do you know?”

Felicity smiled, looked up at Oliver, attempted to wink. “A mother knows.”

“Well, I want this mother to know, that I will protect you and our baby. I know it will take me a while to prove that to you again. But I will. This baby - boy or girl - has the strongest mother but that mother is going to be helped by me. Nothing will happen to our family.” Oliver looked down at his wife. She had no idea how much he loved her.

“But William…” Felicity had to say it. The child she failed.

“No, William leaving is not on you. Felicity, you are an amazing mother to William. You kept him safe when no one else could. You protected him from Diaz. You did not that. Not ARGUS. You. Did I even thank you for that? Felicity, you amaze me. William left for a normal life - not because we, you, didn’t protect him. William is fine and that is in large part to your care of him. Don’t ever doubt it.” Oliver really hoped Felicity was hearing him. He needed her to know this.

Felicity put her hand on her stomach again, Oliver covered it with his own. Felicity looked up at her husband. “We will protect this baby together.”

Oliver nodded. “Every step of the way. I’m not going anywhere.”

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