#moira green

[dailydccomics]

the baptism of one Oliver Queen Green Arrow vol 4 #3

[kent-farm]

—Arrow, “Year’s End”

[schrijverr]

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Any wip really I like most the fandoms you write in but specially arrow wich I binged

I'm not sure I'll return to the Arrow fandom. It won't be soon, if I ever do, but I did start a WIP that I never finished, so I'm sharing that. Who knows if it'll ever become a complete fic that sees the light of day xp

Thank you so much for the ask! I hope you enjoy :D

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“What are you doing here?” he asks. He’d hoped his voice would come out cold, a threat back to tell Slade he isn’t just going to roll over. However, his voice sounds fragile, so very fragile and filled with an awe like hope.

Slade’s eyes widen slightly, before his brow furrows. He looks to be confused at the tone of voice, which Oliver gets. He didn’t intend to sound like that.

However, this is Slade. Slade who might be the only person alive, who understands what he’s been through on that island. The closest thing he has to someone who shares his experiences, who knows who he’s been forced to become, who is like him.

Sure, Sara gets it, but not entirely. She gets being turned into a monster, not wanting to come home, because who could love you after all you’ve done in the name of survival? But she doesn’t understand Lian Yu, she doesn’t fully grasp the kind of survival that place requires.

She’d only been there for a small bit of time, never had to make it through a winter with three people to feed and a limited amount of animals and plants. She didn’t huddle up with him alongside Shado in an attempt to keep all their toes, didn’t give Oliver the biggest piece of the rabbit while pretending she wasn’t, or keep him alive through the worst part of his life, later exploits be damned, those first two years were the worst. Those years forcefully reshaped him, so that taking on the rest was easier.

Slade made his life easier.

Now, he’s standing in front of Oliver again, miraculously returned – and he tries not to think too much of the miracle he knows enabled it – and yet he is a total stranger.

Instead of a friend, Slade is confused by the small bit of softness still left in Oliver that is happy to see him, despite what he has been doing in his city. Hell, he probably assumes its another one of Oliver’s lies, made to manipulate him, or whatever his brain concocted on the Amazo.

Moira thinks he’s being rude. She always thinks the worst of him these days. The son who she wished would return for her, only to return and be a bother instead of the unifier he used to be, the bridge between her and his father, keeping everything together.

She starts her sentence about a sizable donation to her campaign, before suddenly falling still and cutting herself off. Her voice is laced with confusion and distrust as she says: “Oliver, dear, why are you crying?”

It’s only then that Oliver even realizes he started crying, his hand still holding onto Slade’s. He should probably let go. Stop crying too while he is at it. Neither of those things happen. Letting go of Slade feels too final, too definitive.

He needs to say something, anything, to salvage this whole situation. The blurriness of the tears start to impede his vision, but it’s not sadness. A whirlwind of complex emotions are lodged in his chest and the only thing he can think of is that Slade hasn’t ripped his hand from Oliver’s either.

[sunset-nymph]

I think the problem with the Arrow is that almost all of the female characters are made to be hated.

[mallowmaenad]

i fucking hate activision-blizzard and overwatch bit i miss people playing doll with the evil witch healer and the swedish white woman healer to do medical drama yuri that was good

[kuramassss]

Im gonna start write fanfics with characters x reader, so im taking requests for:

DC Fem characters:

Raven

White Canary

Black Canary

Black Siren

Laurel Lance

Thea Queen

Sara Lance

Harley Quinn

CW Characters:

Supergirl

Kara Danvers

Alex Danvers

Overgirl

Red Daugher

Nia Zal

Black Canary

Black Siren

Laurel Lance

Sara Lance

Ava Sharp

Charlie

Caitlyn Snow

Killer Frost

Thea Queen

Shado

Jessie Wells

Overwatch Characters:

Ashe

Tracer

Widowmaker

D.Va

Ana Amar

Pharah

Mercy

Mei

Bridget

Junker Queen

Echo

Moira Odelion

[barrysbaby]

I would just like to note that Moira's eyes are hazel. Thank you.

[rewriting-thearrowverse]

𝓢𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷 1 𝓔𝓹𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓭𝓮 9: 𝓨𝓮𝓪𝓻'𝓼 𝓔𝓷𝓭 (𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽2)

This was published on December 17, 2024 at 4:59AM EST (since I was already awake)

And The word count gets to about 5,043

Quentin was sitting at the table, in Laurel's apartment as the news was on her television.

"It's clear that the vigilante's cycle of violence has escalated, I'm asking citizens to report in anything suspicious."

It was the Commissioner speaking at a press conference type of thing.

Quentin stood up from the table with a cup of coffee and walked closer to the TV as he stared at it. 

"A tip line has been open, and a reward will be offered to anyone who aids the authorities in the capture of this madman and gets him off the streets."

From behind, Laurel walked in and watched over his body language. There was a set of disbelief, reluctance and a hint of irritation.

"You don't believe what they're saying, do you?" She asked

On the TV he continued to speak, "...We are all frustrated with the crime plaguing our city."

"But if there's another hooded Archer running around..."

"You're the one who said he's a killer with no remorse." Quentin  said

"I was reacting. I had been through a lot up to that point. I'm not exactly used to al that action." She looked at him.

"...the apprehension of this so-called "Hood" that has been terrorizing our city."

"You'll never guess who called today, by the way.." She said, changing the subject.

"Who's that?"

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

She turned her attention over towards the door, "It's probably Johanna. She said she was gonna drop off some files for me."

Laurel waked through her house and to the door, she was followed by her dad. When she opened it, she was surprised to see Tommy there. 

Tommy looked up and noticed Quentin, who he was also kind of surprised to see right there.

Tommy walked in, passed Laurel and shook Quentin's hand, "Merry Christmas, sir."

"How are you?"

"Well trained in the use of various firearms." Quentin said

"Dad." Laurel said in a tone that was laced with a slight warning.

"Yeah," He said getting the hint and walking into the other room.

"Tommy, it is nice to see you.. but we did talk about this. I wanted to spend this time around my dad.."

"I know, because of Sara. Because it makes the holidays tough." He said

He looked at her straight ahead and asked, "Have you talked to your mother though?"

She let out a sigh, "I don't know if I'm ready for that yet. There's a lot going on there."

"I know this is hard.. but when you are with someone, as I someday want to be wit you... You stick together through the hard times." He said

She looked at him, not that she was ready to say anything, but it still meant a lot to her.

"I feel like you want to move forward, but something is holding you back." He said

After a moment, he spoke again, "The Queens are holding a last minute Christmas Party... And I'd like you to be my plus one."

She smiled at him,

"And uh.." He pulled something from his jacket pocket.

It was a small box with a bow on top, "I was looking through some old photos, and saw this."

"Merry Christmas." He said, kissing her on the cheek before leaving.

Quentin came back into the room, his distaste of Tommy written all over his face.

He spoke from behind Laurel, "It was bad enough when you were just friends with this guy, now he's your... what?"

"I'm not sure yet.. But he isn't wrong. Something is holding me back."

"And I'd keep listening to that something." He said before walking over to the other room

As he continued to speak, Laurel opened the box and took a look at the picture Tommy had given her, which left her surprised, "I really do try and stay out of your personal life Laurel, but you keep picking guys like Merlyn, then before that Queen."

Laurel began waking back into the room, "They're selfish- And think they can treat people any damn way they please, with no accountability for-"

As she pulled it out of the box, she spoke.. "It's you, me and Sara."

"What?" he asked

She showed it to him and he was left speechless.

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In full hood gear, the grease paint, the quiver and all the works, he walked through an empty lot towards the currently abandoned storage house, save for the equipment he would find inside.

He walked in slowly as he took in his surroundings. He looked around at the equipment, but slowed to a stop as he noticed the tail end of a black arrow.

He stopped just before it as he looked at it.

When suddenly the door to the storage area slammed shut, his head quickly turned around, and like a reflex he put his hand to his quiver, ready to draw an arrow.

Up above the door was a black box, where he noticed a blinking red light in the corner.

Suddenly he heard the sound of pouring, and turned back to the front, where there was a large container. At the way top a small flame kept flickering, and while he couldn't be completely certain, he was pretty sure the substance was gasoline, he let out an angered glare and began to run.

He shot a boom arrow at the door, and ran through as the container exploding, he rolled off the door and made it out of the blast radius by a hair.

There was a large fire left behind, leaving him certain that any and all evidence would be scorched.

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Oliver was dressed nicely in a black suit and red tie as he walked up to Diggle in the lower hall of his mansion.

There was instrumental holiday music playing as he met up.

"I see the halls are decked."

"You okay?" Diggle asked, noticing the annoyed facial expression.

"I'll manage." HE replied

"Is everyone having a good time?" He asked, changing the subject

"Are you sure this is a good time for you to be Martha Stewart's Elf?" He asked

"You already have plenty on your plate as it is."

"My family needs this party, Diggle." Oliver said

"And so do I."

Suddenly Shane came in through the door, each time Oliver saw this guy, he liked him less and less.

He was holding a bouquet of flowers, "Hey Dude. Thea invited me, hope it's cool."

"Uh, these are for your mom."

Oliver turned and looked at Diggle for a second, "Smooth."

Oliver walked away and Diggle looked at him, "Good luck, kid."

"You're gonna need it." He muttered under his breath as he turned to follow Oliver.

Oliver walked all the way into the dining room area, where he met up with his family as he passed the professional photographer that had been hired.

Walter was wearing a dark gray suit with a royal purple tie, with light blue spots on it. Moira was wearing a golden colored dress with short sleeves and sequins the whole way down to her kneecaps. And Thea wore a black dress with a black and white diamond shaped pattern midway above her knees, with tank sleeves.

"You guys look great, Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas." Walter and Moira replied

"Let's get a holiday photo." He said with a bright smile on his face.

"I already sent out our holiday cards, Oliver." Moira replied

"Mom, I just want a picture for the 4 of us." He said

"Of course." She said

Thea looked unenthusiastic as he moved over and walked next to her.

They were ready for the picture and the photographer got it for them.

Shane walked over with the flowers as they were breaking from the photo poses, "Excuse me, Mrs. Queen. These are for you."

"Well, thank you."

There was a small but forced smile, "I'll put this in water."

Thea took Shane by the arm and waked off with him.

Walter looked at Moira, "Is everything alright?"

"You and I should talk alone."

Walter looked a little concerned as Moira waked off with the flowers.

Oliver was also concerned and looked at Walter as he spoke, "Is everything alright between you two?"

"Yeah, I'm sure everything will work itself out." He said as he placed a comforting pat on Oliver's arm before walking after Moira.

Oliver turned his head and saw Thea talking to Shane before they walked off and out of view.

Tommy spotted Oliver and walked over with Laurel. She wore a rose red dress with a heart-shaped neckline cutout and tank straps.

Oliver smiled, "I'm so glad that both of you could make it."

Tommy reached over for a hug, "Merry Christmas, Man."

"Merry Christmas."

Oliver went for a hug for Laurel, she gave him a side hug as he said, "Merry Christmas."

"Hi." She said somewhat quietly.

"So... How long do you guys think it'll be until this isn't so weird?" Tommy asked

"You know, the three of us."

"Oh, it's not weird at all." Oliver said

causing all three of them to laugh.

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Moira walked into another room and set down the flowers, She was followed by Walter.

He set his glass of Champagne next to hers and looked at her, already pretty sure he knew what this was going to be about.

"You lied to me." She said upset.

"An odd accusation, coming from you." He replied

"When you came back home, you told me you were through investigating Robert's death." She said

"Robert was my oldest friend," He began to walk forward, "Do you take me as the type who wouldn't want to avenge the murder of his best friend?" He stopped and turned back, facing her now.

She looked at him, taken aback.

He let out a scoff, and took a seat on a nearby loveseat.

"I thought I could forget about everything, and go back to the way things were."

"But you told me too many lies."

"You embezzled company funds, salvaged the Queen's Gambit. Why?" He asked

"For leverage."

"Against whom?"

She turned away,

"Against whom?" He repeated

"People you've made very angry."

"Then let me help you fight them." He said with a caring determination in his voice.

"I can't fight them. I am them. I wanted to believe- so hard I wanted to believe I wasn't." She said

"And loving you..." She paused

"You were my salvation."

He stood up and sighed. He tried to take her hands, "Moira."

She moved them away but when he tried again he held onto them.

"Whatever you've done, and whoever these people may be.. The time for lies is over." He was serious and caring as he spoke

"After the party draws to a close.... I promise I will tell you everything."

They hugged and kissed.

𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕤ𖤓ꕤ𖤓

Oliver, Tommy and Laurel were still chit-chatting between one another.

"Hey Tommy, do you mind if I talk to Oliver for a moment."

"Yeah, I'll grab us a couple drinks." He said before turning to walk away.

"And drink them both.." He muttered quietly under his breath as he walked off.

Laurel walked beside Oliver, "I know this probably isn't easy for you.. Seeing Tommy and myself together."

"Well.. The invitation said Plus One. Not minus Laurel." Oliver said

She smiled a little at him,

"I've been wanting to move forward with him, but instead I keep taking a step back, hesitating.." She admitted

"I make excuses. Blame my work, My problems with my mother..."

"Is everything okay between you two?" He asked in concern

"That is a whole can of worms probably best saved for somewhere else, and even then... there's a lot going on there." She admitted

"But, I'm getting sidetracked here. The point is.. Ever since my last... relationship."

They shared a glance, "What I mean is, even before everything that happened over that set of 5 years, I was still at times distant from our own relationship, which may have contributed to why... things kinda blew up in our faces. But when you died it only got worse, because... for 5 years all of my emotions... were screwed up."

There was some guilt in his eyes as he looked at her.

"My life has been complicated for quite some time, even to an extent, I never quite let you in on.. But the truth is, as complicated as it all is, the one person I wouldn't expect has helped me through so much, and helped me to feel...happy, again."

He turned and gently kissed her on the cheek, "I'm happy."

"For both of you."

"Thank you," She said with a smile before moving off after Tommy again.

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Oliver was walking upstairs towards Thea's room, he went to her door and spoke up, "Thea, I have something to tell you."

He opened it, and caught Thea and Shane red handed, half naked. Upon noticing Oliver, she quickly put her dress back up and Shane did the same with his shirt but the damage had already been done by this point.

Shane awkwardly waved at him,

Oliver sternly pointed at him, "Hit the road."

Shane grabbed his jacket and ran off.

"What are you doing?" Thea asked

"Funny, I was going to ask the same of you." He said in irritation.

"There's a party downstairs that I threw for you."

"Ad I told you, I didn't want a party." She said in anger

"It's not my fault that you came down with the holiday blues."

"I've been trying to get you to open up for months, and now you finally decide to by bringing up memories I wish I could forget!" The turned a heel quickly

"Thea! Why would you want to forget?"

She faced him again, "No matter how fancy of a party you throw, things will never be the same in our family ever again." She angrily stormed out the door.

Diggle walked up less than two seconds later as Oliver looked at Thea's back wall and said, "Oliver."

He turned around but was still irritated when he spoke up, "What is it now?"

Diggle motioned him to follow with his hand, so he walked after him into a smaller room with a TV.

"The other Archer has decided to up his game, he's taken hostages." Diggle said as he grabbed a remote and turned on the TV.

"This just hit the news."

There was a blonde woman on the screen, holding up a note. Her face was streaked with tears and makeup.

"Happy Holidays, Starling City."

"For the past three months, this city has been unable to bring him to justice because they lack the will to do what justice demands." There was fear and tears in her voice

Oliver shook in anger as he saw the state of these people.

There was more crying in her voice as she read the next line, "I will kill.... one hostage every hour in the name of this vigilante until he surrenders himself to my authority."

Diggle turned off the TV and spoke, "The Police are on the scene, I think we should let them handle this, it's very clearly a trap."

"Those people are there because of me. I have to end this." He looked at Diggle with determination in his voice

"Oliver, this guy... he's very dangerous. I don't think it would be wise for us to underestimate him."

Oliver quickly replied, mind already made up. "Diggle, there wasn't anything on that island that wasn't twice as dangerous as this pretender and I survived there for five years."

Flashback

Oliver, Yao Fei and Edward Fyers were all continuing to walk through the woods, unbeknownst to the former that it was all a trap.

Yao Fei held up Fyer's radio to his face as they stopped next to a tree.

"Call your people. Tell hem to bring the plane."

Fyers looked at him, then ahead. His voice was smug, "There's no need, Yao Fei."

"My people will be here shortly."

Yao Fei began quickly turning his head all over and scanning the area.

"Do you not realize how easy my capture was to you?" HE asked

And that's when the man in the half orange half black mask, came into view.

"Go!" Yao Fei ordered Oliver.

"What?" He asked in confusion.

"Run!" He shouted as he lifted the hood to above his head.

Oliver listened and ran for the hills as the assassin and Yao Fei ran for one another.

As the assassin went for a sword strike, Yao Fei kicked above and dodged under it.

Oliver was running as he was being chased by one of Fyer's gunmen, who was shooting a him as he ran.

Yao Fei was getting boxed in, as he hit two of the gunmen with his bow and narrowly missed a sword strike by the assassin.

He elbowed the assassin, but was then punched and knocked down by him.

He kicked him in the ankle, causing him to stumble.

Oliver continued running through the trees.

The assassin tried to punch Yao Fei, but was grabbed by the head with his legs and pulled down to the ground. He rolled back and grabbed an arrow and fired it, but the assassin deflected it with his sword and off to the side. The bow and sword clashed, and the assassin kicked back Yao Fei.

Oliver saw through the trees as he stopped running to catch breath, as the assassin whacked Yao Fei and knocked him out. The men of Fyers grabbed him. The assassin noticed and looked back at Oliver, but didn't pursue him.

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There was a live news feed going on and covering the hostage situation in the Glades, "Star City holds its breath as the hostage crisis unfolds."

"Police have attempted to enter th structure, but found rigged explosives preventing them from moving any further." "At the moment, there's been no sign of the vigilante as his one bour deadline nears."

Quentin and the Commissioner were gathered around a computer as they watched the visual on their bomb squad and the situation as a whole.

On their police radio, their bomb squad guy speaks up, "I count three thresholds, each wired by Mercury switches to Semtex charges."

The Commissioner replies, "Can you defuse one for HRC to use as a breach point?"

"Well, that's going to take a while and then he's going to know which way we're coming in." Quentin pointed out, causing the already frustrated Commissioner to crash out on him, "You got a better idea, Sergeant, now would be a lovely time."

Quentin gave him a look before turning back to the monitor.

A few moments later there was the thud of something metal latching onto the roof at the abandoned looking compound, Then down came the vigilante, sliding down a grapple onto the roof and through the glass skylight of the building.

He went behind the hostages and began untying them and their restraints, "Where is he?"

The same woman from before tearfully spoke, "I don't know."

"It's going to be okay. Follow me." He said before leading them out of that room.

They raced after him, through a narrow passageway.

He stopped just a the end of the hall where there was a stairway upwards, "Get to the roof."

The woman looked back at him in concern, "What about-"

"I'll handle him."

From the outside, Quentin got visuals and talked into his walkie, "Hostages. We have 5 hostages on the roof."

"Repeat. 5 Hostages on the roof."

From the inside, The Hood began walking again, on his search for the other Archer.

He suddenly stopped, and turned around. Something his training had taught him was listening to and identifying presences, no matter how quiet.

"Thank you for coming.." Said the voice of the other archer from across the hall.

"What do you want with me?" The Hood demanded

"What any Archer wants.... to see who's better."

They both quickly drew an arrow, Th Hood fired first, but the Dark Archer dodged to the side. The other archer fired and the Hood dodged downward. The arrow went through an upper pane of glass, breaking it.

The Hood fired another, and the dark Archer dodged past it again. The Dark Archer fired again, and the Hood dodged around the corner edge of the narrow hallway and raced past it.

The Dark Archer silently walked through the darker, more open area of the warehouse. He turned around every direction with each step, with his bow drawn, ready to strike.

The Dark Archer saw him up above in the ceiling beams through the reflections of a broken piece of glass on the ground, he quickly turned and fired an arrow at him, but The Hood jumped over

He fired two more arrows as The Hood moved acrobatically vaulting and swinging of the beams and ceiling lights.

Th third arrow knocked him down, causing him to hit the ground as the archer aimed again. He missed the next shot as the Hood moved out of the way and picked his bow back up.

The Hood fired another arrow and The Dark Archer effortlessly dodged it. The Hood fired again, thinking he saw him, when in reality it was someone else.

Th sound of the arrow hitting, showed The Dark Archer his exact location and he was right behind him.

He shot the hood twice in the back, causing him to fall over into wood scaffolding standing up, until he was kicked over and through it by the dark archer. He yelled in pain.

As the Hood stood up, he was only, again kicked through another set of scaffolding.

The Dark Archer walked to him, in his menacing fashion, as The Hood tried to punch him, his arm was grabbed and twisted until a crack was heard.

He punched the hood down with the force of his hand and his bow against his face.

He walked over to the Hood and kicked him with every word, "First Hunt, then Ravich. Now you."

He kicked him in the ribs three more times, each harder than the last, before stopping to speak again, "I know about the list."

"And the man who authored it.. wants you dead!" He yelled as he kicked him again. "They call you the Hood. Let's see what you look like without it." The Dark Archer said as he leaned down to grab him again, before the hood jammed one of his fletchettes into him, knocking him down to his knee. And then punching and knocking him out.

The Hood struggled up to his feet and limped out of the hall. At the end, he used the corner to break the arrows in his back off, screaming in pain as he did so. He did a mix of running and crawling to the window across from him. He rolled out of the warehouse and onto a dumpster, and fell back on the hard concrete ground. He grunted in pain.

He crawled over in pain and coughed.

He slowly, in pain, pulled a walkie talkie out of his pocket and spoke into it, "Dig.."

"H-Help.."

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Oliver was in hospital bed, he woke up with a start as it all felt unfamiliar in the moment.

"Hey, Relax." Dig started trying to calm him down as Oliver was trying to get up.

"Relax, just relax, you're safe."

 He grunted in pain as he tried to sit up, and ultimately just stayed the way he was.

"You're in the hospital."

"What happened?" Oliver asked

"I backtraced your signal."

Diggle leaned in closer and whispered, "You've got a pneumothorax, three broken ribs and a concussion, but the doctor said you're going to be fine."

"Some people are here to see you." He said before moving back.

"Wh-?" He began to ask, slightly dazed as he looked over in confusion, when his family began walking inside of his room.

He sighed as Moira, Thea and Walter walked over to his bedside.

"Are you alright?" Moira asked

Thea looked over at him in concern, "My God, you look terrible."

Walter looked at him, "Well, Thank god you were wearing your helmet."

Diggle spoke up, to bring him up to speed on the story they were running with, "I told them how you were on your bike when a semi pulled right in front of you."

He looked over to the side,

"What were you even doing out?" Moira asked him in concern.

"You bailed on your own party." Thea said

He looked down, "It seemed like the right move."

"I mean, it's like you said. It wasn't the best timing."

Thea let out a heavy sigh.

"Yeah.. But when I said that, it was just me being a bitch."

Moira put her arm around Thea, "Truthfully, none of us were at our best."

"The real truth is.." Water began as he walked over to the other side of Moira.

"You wanted to have a party to bring us all closer together."

He smiled at Moira then pressed his forehead against hers, "Well here we are."

Thea smiled back at them.

He turned over on his back, straight up and grunted in pain, 

"We're gonna go and let you get some rest." Moira said before kissing Oliver's forehead.

Walter looked at Thea for a moment before he walked out with Moira. Oliver smiled up at them as thy left the room.

Thea walked closer to him, "So... we never got to the exchanging presents part."

He laughed in pain, "I don't think I deserve a present."

She was serious as she spoke again, "Look..."

"I know I've been kind of hard on you, since you returned..."

"For being different from how you used to be.. But in all truth, everyone changes in 5 years."

"God knows, I clearly have since then."

He sounded tired as he responded, "So maybe we can just accept each other."

"Not for the people we were..." He smiled at her, "But the people we  are now."

She smiled back, "Yeah,"

From her side she presented two candy canes.

He smiled, "Ohh!"

"No cheating." He said

"You're on, " She said with a grin.

"Come here," He said and she hugged him.

He looked up and behind her, the defeat affecting him mentally because it was still fresh on his mind.

The Dark Archer walks into his *real* lair, where he has a bunch of arrows on display. He was alone as he removed his hood, showing the Archer Assassin to be Malcolm Merlyn.

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 Walter was preparing to leave Queen Consolidated for the night, and he was on the phone with Felicity as he was making his way towards the elevators, "Thank you Felicity, It was good of you to call."

"Oliver will be okay, he's already on the mend."

"Good, I'm glad to hear it sir." She said from the other line.

As the door to the elevators were about to open, he spoke. "I'll be stepping on the elevator, so I'll probably lose you."

"I'll call you straight back." He said before stepping in and hanging up the phone.

Walter walked in, where there was already another guy and greeted him with a simple "Hi."

"Hi." the other guy replied

But suddenly as the doors to the elevator closed, the guy jabbed him with a syringe, which knocked him out.

Outside, in a quiet parking lot, Moira and Malcom were meeting again, "It's done." he said

"And he won't be harmed?" She asked

"And he won't discover your involvement."

"You have my word."

She turned on her heel aggressively, "You'll have to forgive me if I don't find that all that comforting."

He walked back to her, "You were warned, Moira."

"And you failed to get Walter back under control, so steps had to be taken."

There was anger barely hidden in her eyes as she faced him again, "And that's exactly how you justified Robert's murder."

"And you wonder why I don't trust you?"

He looked at her dead in the eyes, "That seems to be quite a bit of judgement who willingly had her son kidnapped and tortured."

"I only did that to prove to you he knew nothing, before you got anymore ideas.."

"But what does it matter now? What's done is done."

"Oh? But it's all just beginning Moira." He said

"And in six months, the vision of the organization will be complete." 

She judged and challenged him, "And you won't feel a thing, will you?"

"Thousands of innocent people will be dead. And you won't feel a thing."

"Oh, I'll feel something. A sense of accomplishment."

"And you'll have Walter back." He said as he put into his intimidation factor, before getting in his car and being driven off. There was a mix of fear and sadness all over her face. 𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕤ𖤓ꕤ𖤓 

Oliver, in his hospital room, was with Diggle who was sitting in a chair in his room. Oliver forced himself up and began walking towards an open window with the aid of a cane.

As he stared out, he spoke, but his voice was broken, "You know, Dig, when I confront somebody on the list... I tell them that they failed the city."

"But tonight, it was me who failed."

Diggle looked at him from the chair, his conviction, "Five people that would have died got to spend their night at home with their families. And that's because you saved them."

He stood up, "This other archer... One way or another, he'll get his."

"And you'll be the one to give it to him,"

"We might have a bigger problem now..." Oliver still looked ahead

"The Archer told me that someone compiled the list.. which means that all this time.. me thinking it was my father? I was wrong."

"But what does that mean now?" Diggle asked him

"It means.. that now there's someone else out there. Someone, who's a bigger danger than the Archer himself."

There was anger and a stern willpower in his voice, "And I am going to take him down."

[coochiequeens]

Advocates on the right side of history don’t punch horses.

An Australian politician is set to be expelled from the Liberal Party after she attended a pro-woman rally critical of gender ideology this week. Moira Deeming, who represents the Western Metropolitan Region in the Parliament of Victoria, is being scrutinized by her own party after attending a public Let Women Speak event in Melbourne on March 18.

The rally Deeming attended was part of the Australian “Let Women Speak” tour hosted by British women’s rights campaigner Kellie-Jay Keen, the founder of Standing for Women. Keen has hosted rallies across the UK, USA, and Australia encouraging women to use her platform to speak about how gender ideology has impacted their lives.

Keen’s events typically draw both counter-protesters and detractors, and the event in Melbourne this week was no different. The rally was faced down by trans activists and required a heavy police presence to keep the protesters at bay. Violent trans activists reportedly attacked police horses, punching them in the stomach, attempting to get at the female speakers. 

During the rally, a trans activist rushed the stage and seized the microphone as one woman spoke about women’s suffrage in Australia and explained that Aboriginal women did not gain the right to vote until 1962. The activist, who was male and wearing a wig, was quickly restrained by private security. 

Due to the threat of violence presented by the counter-protesters, police shut the rally down early.

Just after the rally concluded, Keen said in a YouTube livestream that the police appeared to be genuinely concerned about the rapidly escalating aggression during the event.

“We needed more police than I’ve ever seen to stop violent trans activists getting to us, who punched horses in the stomach,” Keen said in a video posted the next day.

A separate demonstration was held by a group of around 20 men who were reportedly members of the National Socialist Network, a neo-Nazi group. According to witnesses who were on the ground, the men had attempted to antagonize the trans activists, chanting “pedophile” and “communist” at the crowd while raising their arms in a Nazi salute.

Without any consultation from the women’s side, police onsite allegedly allowed the far-right group onto the steps of the Parliament building where they remained for around 15 minutes, posing with their hands in the air and holding a banner that read, “Destroy [Pedo] Freaks.”

Deeming appeared in a livestream with Keen after the rally where they discussed the day’s events. During the stream, Deeming spoke positively about the event, which she said allowed women to unite for their “basic human rights.” She also expressed concern about the police seemingly allowing the neo-Nazi group into the pro-woman area.

“There was a group of masked men who came in … we didn’t know who they were,” Deeming said during the livestream. “The police, for some reason that I do not understand, ushered them in and let them take photos on the steps next to us.” She went on to say she was horrified when she witnessed the men give a Nazi salute. 

Following the event, Deeming took to her Twitter to condemn the far-right group and express disappointment in the police for allowing them to get so close the women’s rally.

Despite Deeming’s condemnation of the neo-Nazi detractors, John Pesutto, the Leader of the Australian Liberal Party, released a statement accusing Deeming of being part of the neo-Nazi demonstration. 

“Yesterday afternoon, Victorians witnessed an abomination on the steps of the Victorian Parliament when neo-Nazi protesters engaged in an affront to the values we should all hold dear as Victorians,” Pesutto said in the statement.

“The violence, prejudice and hate that these protesters conveyed by their odious actions will never be acceptable in our State. I condemn them and commit to opposing such hate wherever it may exist.”

He then explained how he confronted Deeming about her involvement and was moving to expel her from the Liberal Party despite her repeatedly stating she had no involvement with the separate far-right demonstration. 

The women attending the Let Women Speak event had also not committed any illegal acts and had formal permits for their rally. Many of the women also experienced violence and aggression from counter-protesters, including Deeming, who reported being kicked in the shin by a trans activist.

Later, Deeming released a further statement addressing the situation. 

“I have been informed that there will be a vote in the Liberal Party room to determine whether I should be allowed to remain or be expelled from the Parliamentary Party. Let me be clear – I have done nothing wrong. Those who organized the Let Women Speak event on the weekend have done nothing wrong,” Deeming said in the opening of her statement published on Twitter. 

She then went on to explain that Standing for Women is a reputable group supported by women around the world, from many different political backgrounds and religious orientations.

“I and the other attendees were horrified to see masked men all clad in black inside the buffer zone. We thought that we were going to be attacked. However, the police did not seem worried and were talking with them over at the edge of the line.”

Deeming continued: “After the event I was informed that these masked men had in fact mounted Parliament House steps outside of our view on the other end and performed a Nazi salute, and that members of the [Standing for Women] group asked the police to make them leave, but were informed that the Police had no powers to move them on due to Labor’s removal of those powers.”

She denied any assertions that the attendees or organizers were affiliated with the Nazi detractors, and condemned their actions.

“I completely reject the beliefs of National Socialists (Nazis) and I have seen first-hand the impact that the Holocaust had on a family member. None of those organising the event had any involvement with these men, as has been confirmed by Victoria Police, the Australian Jewish Association and all the organisers themselves.”

In addition to Deeming refuting any association with the neo-Nazi contingency, the group associated with the far-right similarly denied any involvement with the women’s rally. 

During the rally, a member of the public confronted the group about their reasons for marching, one of the neo-Nazis expressed a lack of support for both the pro-trans side and the pro-women side. He called the pro-trans side “pedophiles” and “pedophile supporters.”

When asked what he thought of Let Women Speak, he said: “What rights don’t women have these days? We’re here for the little boys.” He then claimed that due to feminism, boys as young as 7 are forced to stand up in school and apologise for rape.

A member of the National Socialist Network, David Hiscox, published an article on his blog denying support for Kellie-Jay Keen, and calling her an “atheist radical feminist” who promotes “lesbianism.”

In an article published by XYZ, an influential propaganda outlet for the broader neo-Nazi movement in Australia, Hiscox claimed Keen’s intention was to reduce the white birth rate. Hiscox also stated his Neo-Nazi group’s goal for turning up at the rally was to hijack Keen’s fight against gender ideology as she was “misdirecting them to reinforce the progress of Liberalism and maintain support for Israel.”

Hiscox wrote: “Both the groomer ideology of ‘trans’ activists and the lesbianism promoted by Kellie-Jay Keen-Minshull are forms of Liberalism directed by the Globohomo regime at White people in order to undermine white families, birthrates and social cohesion.”

On Hiscox’s Twitter account, he celebrated the National Socialist Network’s successful hijacking of the event saying: “The rightful pushback against groomer propaganda cannot be allowed to be dominated by radical feminist atheists who will merely reinforce the gains of cultural Marxism.”

Despite efforts by trans activists to link the neo-Nazis to Keen and her rally, the Australian Jewish Association (AJA) condemned the far-right men as invaders who “saw an opportunity to hijack the event for their own publicity.” The AJA also called out the police for allowing the men to access the steps of Parliament undeterred. 

In a statement on their Facebook page, the AJA wrote: “Yesterday a ‘Let Women Speak’ rally was held in Melbourne featuring visiting British women’s advocate Kellie-Jay Keen-Minshull (also known as Posie Parker) as well as local women. This movement is concerned that biological men are undermining the integrity of women’s sport and spaces such as bathrooms … AJA unreservedly condemns the Nazis who invaded the rally. These ugly thugs likely saw an opportunity to hijack the event for their own publicity.”

The statement continued: “There was some very odd policing. While the Victorian police held back the trans activists who arrived to disrupt the rally, they did not do the same to the Nazis.”

The AJA then slammed politicians for associating the women’s movement with the Nazis, saying Let Women Speak had nothing to do with them. 

“The Nazis were condemned by the women’s rally organizers – one contacted AJA in distress explaining what had happened. The ‘Let Women Speak’ organizers had nothing to do with the Nazis. It is shameful that some politicians and media are now trying to smear this women’s movement with the false accusation of involvement with Nazis.” 

Despite credible evidence to the contrary, many Australian politicians have continued to claim that the ‘Let Women Speak’ rally was associated with the neo-Nazis, particularly members of the Australian Green Party. 

In a now-deleted tweet, party leader Adam Bandt wrote: “I’m disgusted by the anti-trans rally in Melbourne yesterday, protected by their allies: saluting neo-Nazis. The banners they march under and the hate they espouse have no place here or anywhere.”

In the wake of the public outcry over the presence of neo-Nazis close by the women’s rights event, it has come to light that the Australian Greens of Victoria recently investigated a transgender member of the party for statements that were reportedly supportive of pedophilia and Nazism.

Just days before the rally, Australian lawyer Nina Vallinscondemned the Greens for not adequately disciplining Bianca Haven, a trans-identified male who has held senior positions in the party, after he defended pedophilia and incest and expressed views sympathetic to the Nazis on his personal Twitter account. After an internal investigation, Haven was only censured, prompting anger from some who had called for suspension or expulsion.

Vallins was present at the rally and used her microphone time to explain that the Greens had failed to suspend Haven for his tweets, but had suspended her for 6 months after she tweeted that domestic violence survivors were entitled to single-sex resources.

Responding to the criticism, Keen has urged her followers to not get distracted. 

“I promote women’s voices, without distraction, because contrary to popular belief women are enough,” Keen said on Twitter while sharing one of the speeches from a woman at her rally which went viral. 

Speaking with NZ Herald, Keen stated, “They’re absolutely not associated with me whatsoever. I absolutely abhor anything to do with Nazis. It’s preposterous they even exist in 2023.”

She also expressed support for Deeming after it was announced the Liberal Party of Australia had expelled her.

Keen’s rallies have on several occasions drawn crowds of trans activists who have either threatened violence or physically harmed participants.In November 2022, two women were assaulted by a man at a London rally in Hyde Park.

In May 2022, another woman was assaulted by a black-clad trans activist in Manchester. After her rally in Bristol, a gang of men in all black, who were primarily members of Bristol Anarchist Federation, followed a group of women to a local pub and blocked them in. 

During the US leg of her tour, at least nine people were arrested in Manhattan during protests that broke out in opposition to the Let Women Speak event.

[jinxxed-vexx]

I want Moira O'Deorain carnally.

[akariamai]

Glitch [Part 1]

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Pairing: Tommy Merlyn x Reader

Word Count: 1221

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Masterlist

[wildlyfamousmusic]

[schrijverr]

Tomorrow Will Be Different 22

Chapter 22 out of 26

Instead of managing to meet up later, Oliver has to keep running with Akio. The only way to keep them safe is to go public with Oliver being alive, leaving him back home in charge of Akio, while Tatsu and Maseo are still in the wind

In this chapter, Oliver, Diggle, Tatsu and Maseo have to deal with A.R.G.U.S. and America bureaucracy, before they can go to the Queen Mansion.

On AO3.

Ships: tatsu x maseo

Warnings: none

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Chapter 22: Testimonies and Debriefs

In Washington DC two cars are waiting for them. Since Diggle and Oliver are off the record, they’re not allowed to accompany Tatsu and Maseo to the government building where they have to testify against Shrieve.

The only reason Oliver lets them out of sight, is because Lyla will be with them and she promises they can call Akio in the car. If they’re letting their arrival out of containment, they can’t make a disappearance permanent without raising red flags.

Still, the hours they have to wait are torture. The first two hours are filled with Diggle and Oliver giving a mission reports of went down in Japan, but after that it’s just waiting.

After an hour or so of just him and Diggle in a waiting room, an A.R.G.U.S. agent comes to bring them the stuff they left behind on the plane. Diggle goes to call Carly and Andy Jr., while Oliver cringes as he looks down at all the missed messages from his mom, sister and Akio.

Maybe he should’ve said goodbye, but in the moment, it seemed like too much to handle. Now reaching out seems like a lot to handle too.

In Osaka he was confronted once more with how different he is now. During the debrief he mentioned the explosion and they confirmed that 15 bodies were recovered. He didn’t feel a thing about that then, and he doesn’t now. That probably makes him a bad person.

It’s not like he completely minds being a bad person; being a bad person has kept him alive for the past three years, has ensured Tatsu and Maseo are now here to reunite with Akio. A lot of bad people accomplish good things. Like Amanda Waller.

However, being around bad people can make you a bad person, again see what Amanda did with him. He doesn’t want to make those around him a bad person too.

He won’t be around Akio for long enough to influence him, but what about mom, Speedy, Tommy, Raisa, hell, even Laurel or Diggle, maybe Felicity. He’ll be around them for long enough. He can’t hide these parts for forever.

Those years are a permanent part of him. They’re lodged deep inside his soul and still haunt him every day.

Oliver can’t just stop scanning every crowd for potential threats, mapping the best exit routes and cataloging all potential weapons. Can’t stop seeing violence as a posssible answer to solve his problems.

If he has to repress that for the rest of time, he’ll probably explode.

However, running away from home also isn’t the answer. Looking through the frantic messages from his family tells him that much. He doesn’t want to hurt them like that, even if it is to protect them from himself. That will be backup plan Z, not sooner.

Perhaps if Diggle stays, he can convince him to spar with him. Take a beating and give one to get it out of his system.

In that moment, the revelation from the shower returns to him. That he’d like to do something good anonymously. His father’s notebook is still in his pocket and he has everything else from the island too, which was among the gear Lyla got him. He can use the bow and the hood to work down the list and right his father’s wrongs, detox the city from its poison.

The idea is very appealing and he mentally starts working out the details, the process keeping his mind busy enough that all the messages aren’t so overwhelming anymore.

He calls Akio first. The kid picks up in seconds, excitedly saying: “Oliver! You got them! Otōsan and Okāsan called, they are going to be here soon.”

“They are, buddy. You’re going to see them real soon,” he says, smiling at the excitement in Akio’s voice.

“Thank you. I knew you would get them. You always keep your promises.”

Oliver knows that isn’t true, that he promised Slade he’d help him get off the Lian Yu, Yao Fei that he’d keep his daughter safe, Sara that she’d make it home. However, when Akio says it, he can almost believe it. “Yeah, I try.”

“Are you going to be here soon?” Akio asks.

“I don’t know. Your mom and dad are answering some questions, but it might take a while. The second they’re done, we’re coming home, though.”

“And that will be soon?”

Oliver isn’t sure what to answer to that. He has no clue how long Tatsu and Maseo will be held until it’s all cleared up. With American bureaucracy, it can take hours, days, or months, even years. The only confidence he has that it will be today is that they’re in the waiting room, but for all he knows they’re waiting to get put in a hotel or something.

“Oliver?” Akio prompts, a small frown audible at the lack of response.

He is saved by an unlikely hero; his mom. He can hear her in the background of the call asking: “Is it your parents again, Akio? Did they say where Oliver is?”

“No, it is Oliver,” Akio answers.

Moira gasps and her heels click quickly over the hardwood floors. “Can I speak to him for a moment?”

“Yes, you can,” Akio says, his voice further from the receiver.

“Oliver?” his mom sounds a lot like when he called her after those three years and guilt churns in his gut at that.

“Hi, mom,” he greets softly. “I’m so sorry for disappearing like that.”

“Oh thank God. You have no idea how worried I was. Never do that again.”

“I won’t, I won’t,” Oliver promises, vowing to himself to keep it. He never wants to make the life of his loved ones more difficult.

In the background, he can hear Akio ask: “Can you ask him when he will be home?”

“Of course,” Moira directs to him, before repeating to Oliver: “When will you be back? Akio’s parents said they’re in Washington DC. Are you there too?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here. I can’t say much yet, but Tatsu and Maseo need to give their side of the story, you know, what happened between me leaving and- and nearly everyone dying,” he doesn’t have to fake how his voice turns a little strangled at the end, remembering how none of the prisoners of Ivo’s ship, bar Anatoli maybe, made it out of there. He was responsible for that and he feels that weight every day.

“Oh my poor boy, that- that must be so hard,” Moira says sympathetically.

“Only Tatsu and Maseo lived,” Oliver gasps, tears welling up as the cover story and memories run together in his mind.

His mom doesn’t know what to say to that and Oliver can’t blame her. The things he’s seen are beyond the norm. Some days he barely knows how to live with it, how to conceptualize it all, so how would anyone who didn’t live it know what to say?

“I’m sorry,” he says, because apologizing for his outburst is easier than letting it be real. He clears his throat. “Uhm, I don’t know how long we’re going to be, but they haven’t put us up in a hotel, so it should be today.”

“We’ll be waiting up for you,” Moira promises and the words settle something warm inside him. It has been so long since he had some place to return home to, people who’d miss him. The concept is still weird, but in a good way.

“Thank you,” Oliver smiles. “Can you give the phone to Akio so I can say goodbye?”

“Yes, yes, of course,” his mom’s voice still sounds strange at his concern for Akio. Oliver thinks she’s never going to get used to who is now. Maybe with time. He hopes so.

Akio gets the phone and says: “Moira says we are waiting up, does that mean you will be home tonight?”

“I’ll try to be. Might get late, but I’ll wake you when we get there,” Oliver says.

“Good, I missed you.”

It does a lot of things to Oliver’s heart that Akio means him too, not just his parents. That Oliver is important enough to him to be missed. Fuck, it’s going to hurt to let him go, no matter how good a hands he’ll leave him in and how much more Tatsu and Maseo deserve to fulfill the role he has these past few weeks.

But he can’t verbalize any of that, doesn’t want to put that on Akio’s shoulder. So he smiles, because you can always hear a smile, and ignores his wet eyes as he whispers: “I missed you too, buddy.”

He contemplates calling Thea too, but she’ll probably hear from his mom and Akio and he doesn’t have the energy to have another one of those calls. So he snaps a picture of himself, carefully making sure the backdrop reveals nothing and there’s no left over grime on his face. He captures it: alive, then presses send.

Diggle is still off having his own conversation. He’s probably more used to talking to family than Oliver is and the conversation is easier to maintain.

Unsure of what else to do, he dials the same number he did yesterday. Within seconds, he is greeted with: “Hello? This is Felicity Smoak, Queen Consolidated I.T. department.”

“I made your deadline. Back in the States, even called my mom,” Oliver informs her.

Felicity obviously isn’t expecting him to call, because she takes a few moments to process before replying. “Oh, Mr. Queen. Of course. Hi, yes. It’s good to hear from you. Not because I expected to hear from you, I’m not your girlfriend or something. Not that it’d a hardship to be your girlfriend, I’m just not your girlfriend. I didn’t mean to imply anything with that. I know I’m not your type- I mean, I don’t expect you to want to sleep with me. I mean, you do have a reputation, but I didn’t mean anything like that with it. Anyway, my mouth is running off, so I am going to stop now.”

She takes a deep breath, then starts over: “I meant to say: I’m glad you called, because I have been worried after what you had me do yesterday and I know you mom was too, so it’s good to hear that you’re safe.”

Oliver can’t help but huff out a short breath of laughter, which isn’t helped by Felicity’s soft muttered: “G-d, can’t go a day without humiliating myself.”

He decides to let her have most of her dignity and doesn’t respond to ninety percent of what she has said. “Truly, Oliver is fine. And I appreciate your concern. I’m all good.”

“That is good to hear.” Felicity sounds relieved that he doesn’t mention anything else from her ramble. She gathers herself and asks: “Was that all or can I help you with something else, Oliver.”

She’s testing out how his name sounds on her lips and he smiles involuntarily. Felicity truly is just a bright person, he’s drawn to her. However, it’s dangerous to let himself form attachments to anyone, especially people without his darkness. So he just says: “That was all, Felicity,” before saying his goodbyes and hanging up.

Diggle returns shortly after and the two resume their waiting. It’s not until three hours later, so six total, that Tatsu and Maseo enter accompanied by Amanda.

Oliver rises immediately when she enters, not out of any respect, but his instinct screaming not to be caught unawares by a predator. “Amanda, good to see you free,” he grins cockily, trying to cover that reaction to her.

Amanda gives him a mild smile, before greeting in turn: “Mr. Queen, good to have you back for another mission.”

“Mission is over, got debriefed and everything,” Oliver replies sharply, not giving her a second to think he’s actually back.

“Yes, I assume you will want to return home accompanied by Mr. and Mrs. Yamashiro.”

Suspicion creeps up Oliver’s spine as he returns: “Yes, will that be a problem, Director Waller?”

“No,” Amanda says, smiling sharply since she knows she got on his nerves, that she still has that effect on him. “Mr. Yamashiro has officially earned his release from A.R.G.U.S. service with his testimony. They’re free to return to the public. We’ll release a statement about their survival tomorrow morning.”

“That is good to hear,” Oliver smiles. “Would it be too much to ask for transport home. You did kind of summon us away from it on short notice.”

While Amanda is still smiling politely, it is clear that she isn’t amused. She never is and Oliver doubts that’ll ever change. “Agent Micheals will have to return to Starling to finish her charade there. You can drive with her.”

“Thank you, I would say till next time, but let’s not and say we did,” Oliver says, before walking out of there, the others at his heels.

Once they’re over the threshold, Maseo leans in and says: “You can at least try to be polite to her, so we stay out of trouble.”

“You know me, Maseo. I’m never out of trouble,” Oliver grins, feeling too light and happy to care about all that right now.

“Let him have his fun, Waller is no longer our problem now,” Tatsu says, surprising Oliver, since she has never backed him up a day in her life. “Tell us more about how Akio is doing.”

“Well, you’ll loathe to hear that I’ve turned him into a spoiled American,” Oliver jokes. “I taught him to forget how to do his laundry and got him hooked on cheeseburgers.”

Now Tatsu is glaring at him. Oliver is almost entirely sure she doesn’t mean it, but not entirely. She never fully liked him and she might believe him. So to be sure, he quickly adds: “I’m joking. Well, about the laundry part. I did feed him cheeseburgers, but also veggies, I swear.”

At that Tatsu allows a bit of a smile to appear on her face and Oliver is now sure she was playing with him. He glares back, but knows it doesn’t have the same impact as hers. His glare can be intimidating, she just knows him too well to feel it.

The three of them are crammed in the backseat (not literally, the A.R.G.U.S. car is quite spacious), while Diggle takes up the front seat next to Lyla.

Tatsu and Maseo talk a little about how their weeks of hiding have been and how they ended up on that Yakuza ship. However, it’s mostly Oliver, who tells them all about what he and Akio have been up to, making sure to not leave anything out. These are his parents, they need to know what their child has been through, so they can support him.

Diggle pipes up sometimes, adding his own anecdotes or insights, but remains quiet mostly. Oliver is grateful for him, the man has a higher regard for his time as Akio’s guardian than Oliver has of himself.

When they arrive at the mansion, Oliver leans over to Diggle and asks: “Is this delivery also your resignation?”

“I’ll be here tomorrow morning, sir,” Diggle smiles and Oliver can’t help but smile back.

“Good, see you then,” Oliver says, glad Diggle is still on his side. Then he says his goodbyes to Diggle and Lyla, making sure to give the latter his thanks for her help.

He gets out of the car and sees Tatsu and Maseo stare at the mansion. It’s his childhood home, so he sometimes forgets it can be a lot to some. Cautiously, he asks: “Are you good?”

“That is a big house,” Maseo says.

“I get now why you did not know how to do your laundry,” Tatsu comments.

Oliver laughs, but before he can reply, the door is swung open. The other must have been looking out the window to wait for the car. Lit from the back stands Akio, face bright with a big smile as he exclaims: “Otōsan! Okāsan!”

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Fish Bone Moira by Green Wang (Kido)

[your-average-toast-enjoyer]

(Not playing devils advocate) here are some f/m ships I think should've stayed friends, because nobody says anything:

Thor and Jane. Like no. Just no. I don't see it.

Charles Xavier and Moira McTaggert. It started okay-ish in the first movie (Xmen: First Class), but in Xmen: Apocalypse I felt like she was just there to try and hide whatever Charles and Erik had going on

(This is a good point to mention I'm not hating on the characters, just the ships.)

Leo Valdez and Calypso. No cause what was that (forever caleo hater) (also I'm hating on calypso on this one, girl your age difference is 2000+ years, find someone your age please)

That's all for now, maybe I will add into this post further.

(Bonus Rachel Green and Ross Geller like guys it did not work for you it's not that deep move on, Ross is very toxic imo)

everytime i see someone say “why can’t they just be friends😠” about a queer ship an angel dies bc yall NEVER say that shit about straight ships. like if yall saw their interactions the exact same except they were f/m, would yall still say they were completely platonic?

[playitandmakeitsincere]

Ryan: Next step is to fold in the cheese. Sisky, frantically stirring: What does that mean? What does fold in the cheese mean? Ryan, scoffing: You fold it in. Sisky: I understand that, but how? How do you fold it? Sisky: Do you fold it in half? Like a piece of paper and drop it in the pot, or what do you do? Ryan: Sisky, I cannot show you everything. Sisky, still stirring: Okay, well cAN yOU SHOW ME ONE THING?