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[scarletcomalies]

storia di due anime perdute

Natasha Romanoff x Fem Reader

Word count: 5,400

Warnings: Dark fic, bullying from friends group, post-death grief (both from Natasha and Reader), emotional absence from a parent, depression, self isolation, manipulation. 18+ content, Nat has a penis, blowjob.

Taglist: @nattysbabygirl @huggingkoalas @grimleaper @olicity-boo @urfav-wh0re @ihartnat @afwmaieel-1 @marvels--slut @ddreader04 @obsessedwcoffeeandwomen @traveler-at-heart @osnapitschloe @foxythefox54 @justarandomreaderxoxo

A/N: Happy Halloween, guys! I wrote this during several stoned nights with In This Moment music videos playing in the background (which ended up in Lady Gaga music videos and with me recreating the choreographies lollll).

A/N II: I tried my best effort to write as much as possible in the middle of all the ongoing college projects and the everyday hecticness. Unfortunately, I didn't manage to finish it all by today. However, my semester is almost over, therefore the wait for part II will be way shorter! :)

In the serene village of Collodi, you encountered Natasha Romanoff, a woman in search of comfort and healing after the painful loss of her wife and daughter. She was moved by your lively personality, naiveté, and tender heart, leaving within her a yearning urge to take you, mold you like one of her puppets, and help you become her real girl.

In the enchanting region of Tuscany, Italy, hid a small village called Collodi, a dreamy corner protected by the intimidating mountains that surrounded it. This place, isolated from the hectic society, seemed to yearn fervently for the trees to consume it completely, wishing that only the memories and debris of what once was would remain in the end.

But that was not possible.

Collodi would still have been in the penumbra of oblivion if it wasn't for the pen of a blissful author to pay tribute to it through an immortal fictional story. It was as if it was destined to shine in the vast darkness of the commonplace.

Because it was not as visually captivating as Monterosso al Mare, for example, a town that was part of the five villages that, in perfect unity, formed Cinque Terre.

Monterosso al Mare did not long to be consumed and forgotten. It enjoyed its own prominence along with its neighboring towns.

From miles away, its structure could be seen standing tall with dignity on the seashore, and the palette of colors that it had was a delight for the eyesight, a canvas painted by the hand of an expert brought to life. Collodi, on the other hand, appeared as a spectrum between shades yellow and brown, and didn't stand firm, it rather seemed to be on the verge of crumbling at any given moment.

But Natasha Romanoff found beauty in Collodi.

You see, Monterosso al Mare was always displaying its vibrant colors, there being no room for exhaustion or rest, and its neighboring towns shared that quality. Totally exposed to the scrutiny of others, it was constantly adapting to the expectations of those who visited it. No matter who crossed its thresholds, no matter who might inflict harm, it must always stand firm, clinging to the reputation it had so painstakingly cultivated.

Collodi didn’t have such obligation, for it was simply Collodi. Yes, it may have had a history that was inevitably inherent, but this town was still completely detached from the demands of appearance and expectations.

Natasha Romanoff found beauty in Collodi, because having been Monterosso Al Mare, cost her the life of her wife and daughter.

And in Collodi, she found you.

“What a boring town,” exclaimed Kate, one of the two people who were once considered your friends.

“No way, the House of Butterflies was amazing,” you countered, as a smile instinctively plastered on your face as you recalled the memory of the previous day.

You had seen species of butterflies that rarely appeared in everyday life, and the best part, you had the opportunity to befriend some animals! When you offered them food, they would offer you their trust and appreciation, confirming once again that pattern so rooted in your being.

The concept of love you had was limited to the material, to what could be offered in that aspect. Both Kate and your other friend, Sarah, seemed to have sensed that nature in you, and decided to take full advantage of it, knowing that your concept of normality made you vulnerable to their intentions.

“Yes, and that was it,” Sarah intervened, and the boredom so palpable in her voice made your smile fade at once. True, you had only walked around town and gone shopping, but hadn't the previous day been enough? Was it necessary to do something extraordinary every day?

It did sting a little, given how thrilled you still were about the previous day’s activity, but from what you were hearing, your friends no longer shared that enthusiasm. Nor did they settle for at least one single calm day.

"Get us some of that good gelato, at least," Kate spoke up, after noticing your silence.

You nodded obediently, "Sure thing. Be right back."

You knew the bitter taste of disappointment as if it were your old arch enemy.

It was a feeling that has been with you since childhood, specifically the day your mother's life was snatched away by a terminal illness, robbing you of the joy that should have characterized any child's early years.

As life went on without that important figure by your side, you longed for the warmth and comfort of your father. However, instead, he taught you a raw truth: absence in life was more painful than the absence due to death itself, for the soul leaves without leaving the physical body.

You dreamed of his protective embrace, of his deep voice telling you bedtime stories, of feeling his loving hands tuck you into bed each night. But your father was not your mother, nor was he the father you used to know.

This new man, consumed with his work as a way of coping with grief, became obsessed with the expansion of his business. In his mind, securing a prosperous financial future for you was the best way to demonstrate his love and care, for if only his then small business had had the resources to cover the costs of treating the illness, your mother would still be with you.

So, instead of the human safety you needed so badly, you received an insane number of expensive gifts and unnecessary luxuries. Every one of them being his way of saying "I love you, I'm not going to fail you".

Oh, but he failed you. Every time he chose his job over you. Every time he missed your birthday, every promise he broke. With the expensive gifts and lavish vacations, he offered as compensation, you learned that affection was shown through material goods, and not necessarily through presence and emotional connection. It became your only way to express and receive affection, because it was all you had known your whole life.

Sarah and Kate were quick to notice the situation. At first, they just wanted to compliment you on your fancy bag and strike up a conversation with you to gain your trust, hoping that, when the time came, they would know you well enough to borrow it for a party or event where they could show it off as their own. However, after only a week, when you gave them each a bag just like yours as a thank you for sitting down with you for lunch and chatting, they realized that it was in their best interest to keep pretending to like you, as it would benefit them.

That's how they even ended up in Italy without spending a single penny in the first place.

It was a birthday trip that your father financed, once again rewarding the fact that he had forgotten about it. He also agreed to let you invite your two “best friends” in the hope that you would forgive him.

And so, as you returned with three ice creams in hand, you felt like you carried with you the key to an elixir to keep harmony among your friends. But the ground, capricious and uneven, laughed at you, with a prominent stone lurking to trip you up. In your haste to please, you did not see it coming.

Your body collapsed, crushing the ice cream cones, and the cold, sticky mess spread all over your dress. To top it all off, the rough cobblestone street also scraped your delicate arms and hands.

You winced in pain as you pushed yourself up, noticing the red marks and small cuts that now adorned your once-flawless skin.

Embarrassed and hurt, you looked up, expecting to see concern on your friends' faces. Instead, you were met with sneers and poorly concealed laughter.

"Oh my God, (Y/N)," Sarah scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain.

Kate joined in, her eyes showing a cruel amusement, "Seriously? We asked for gelato, not a circus act."

Your cheeks burned with shame as you struggled to your feet, your now wet and cold dress clinging uncomfortably to your body.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled, fighting back tears. "I'll go get some new ones..."

"Don't bother," Kate snapped, rolling her eyes. "You'll probably just drop those too. Jesus! And now we must be seen with you looking like that!"

You felt small, insignificant, and utterly alone as your so-called friends tore into you with those hurtful remarks. The beautiful day in Collodi, which had held so much promise, now felt tainted and ugly.

Was this what true friendship was supposed to feel like? Was this the essence of the connection?

Tears, hot and stinging like acid rain, began to stream down your cheeks at the thought of it all.

"Oh, great. Now she's crying,” Kate's exasperated sigh made itself present.

"All right, come on," Sarah's voice dripped with annoyance. "You need to pull yourself together. This is beyond embarrassing."

"Look, if you can't stop whining like a baby, at least walk a couple of meters behind us," Kate ordered you. “We don’t want anyone thinking we’re with… you.”

You.

That one-syllable word spoken so contemptuously and coldly, as if you were enough to make any accompanying insult seem redundant.

And you, meekly nodding, prepared to follow their cruel order.

But as you took a step to follow behind them, a gentle but firm hand grabbed your arm, stopping your movement.

Startled, you looked up to find yourself confronted by a striking woman with flame-red hair and piercing green eyes.

There was something in her gaze that invited you to resist, to question, to not let yourself be carried away by the current of contempt that surrounded you.

And when she spoke, your ears were delighted by her smooth-as-honey voice.

“Do not follow them, solnyshko,” she said, dropping the unfamiliar word with a slight accent. “They are not worth your tears or your time.”

For the very first time, there was someone willing to protect you, to remind you of your worth in a world that seemed to want to erase it.

Your subconscious, conditioned by years of neglect, sounded alarms at this strange kindness. It screamed insidiously, urging you to retreat to the cold yet familiar comfort of abandonment and life-draining complacency.

That made you gently pull your arm from Natasha's grasp, your eyes downcast in embarrassment.

"No, you don't understand," your voice trembled like a leaf in autumn's chill. "It was my fault."

Natasha's eyes flickered with sudden comprehension. That sentence alone allowed her to decipher you completely.

The vulnerability you exuded, the eagerness to please despite mistreatment, it all spoke to something deep within her. It would be a crime to let you go, knowing you were perfect material for satisfying her needs.

She glanced briefly at the retreating silhouettes of the college girls you were with, a flicker of indignation crossing her features. They were merciless, cruel in their treatment of you. Natasha knew she was different. She wasn't going to make you suffer like them, because she was far from mean.

Instead, she would shower you with the warmth of genuine care, something you had clearly been deprived of for so long. In time, she would become as essential to you as the air you breathed. You would need her, finding it impossible to abandon her. And in return, she would have someone who needed her, someone she could protect and nurture, someone she could mold to her liking to fill that void that had been devouring her insides like a ravenous parasite.

"Your fault that this town's ground is made of stone? Your fault that it's dark already?” She asked gently. Instead of offering empty reassurances, she aimed to give you some autonomy, allowing you to discover the truth for yourself.

Her smile became unavoidable as she noticed your wide, innocent eyes intently analyzing her questioning.

"Could you have predicted every uneven surface? Every shadow?" She continued, her tone encouraging reflection rather than accusation. "And these friends of yours," Natasha pressed on, scoffing with contempt so palpable it made you flinch. She made your terrifying friends seem insignificant in the face of her formidable presence. “They have never stumbled? Are they always perfectly graceful?"

This question hit home. You had a fair share of memories of Kate tripping over her own feet at parties and Sarah passing out in some stranger’s backyard. You had never blamed them for their clumsiness. So why were you holding yourself to an impossible standard not even they could meet?

How silly of you, taking blame for something so clearly beyond your control.

A small, rueful smile became clear as you realized the absurdity of your self-accusation.

"You see, dear?" Natasha chuckled at your adorable smile. She felt her cock reacting as well through a painfully, intense throbbing. Every fiber of her being screamed for release, so overwhelming it threatened to consume her entirely, to break through her carefully constructed walls. But not yet, she reminded herself, her fists clenching with the effort of restraint. "Now, let's forget about them. Let's get you cleaned up, I don't live far from here."

Her invitation, or rather, command, caught you off guard, "But I don't know you," you gently declined. She didn’t budge, for she was more than sure that it would be a piece of cake to have you beneath her roof in the blink of an eye.

"Oh, right, my name is Natalia Romanova,” she introduced herself. “And your name is…?”

Unbeknownst to you, she had long ago stopped using the name Natasha Romanoff. It was an alias she'd adopted during her time as an Avenger back in the United States, but she had renounced that life, therefore, she no longer needed that identity. As for "Black Widow", the mere mention of it now filled her with loathing.

“Nice to meet you, I’m (Y/N),” you replied, trying to sound polite even after your small rejection.

Noticing your slight discomfort, Natasha decided to lighten up the tension that was beginning to build up, going ahead to reach into her pocket and show you a small, perfectly carved wooden figurine.

It was a cat! You adored cats.

"This is Figaro," Natasha introduced you to her little piece of wood, a fond smile adorning her lips. "He's my dear cat. Well, a miniature version of him."

Your eyes were drawn to the marvelous craftsmanship of the figurine. "Wow," you gasped, and your curious fingers itched to touch it, but you held back. "Did you do this?"

"I did,” she confirmed with pride. This woodworking hobby, alongside her tuxedo cat and golden fish, seemed to be the sole source of joy in her miserable existence. “I do this for a living. My house is filled with pieces like this.”

"That's amazing," you replied, genuinely impressed. "I bet they're all as stunning as this one," you remarked, gesturing to the figure in her hand.

Her smile expanded, almost impossibly so. It had been ages since she smiled like this, and perhaps it was twisted of her that the reason was the anticipation of taking you and exploiting you fully.

"Not as stunning as real-life Figaro," she countered, her eyes softening with affection. "Oh, just imagine the softest cloud you've ever seen, now picture it in black and white colors. That's Figaro."

The way Natasha described him with such genuine warmth and affection made your heart squeeze in tenderness, and your defenses were slowly crumbling, just like she predicted. After all, you reasoned, how could someone who talked so lovingly about their cat possibly be dangerous?

"Well,” she concluded, with a small sigh that feigned disappointment. "If you accepted my invitation, you could see him in person. But I understand. It's dangerous to go to a stranger's home. That’s wise of you."

The thought of letting down such a kind-hearted woman was intolerable. How could you possibly walk away after she had been so sweet and kind to you? You finally met someone who treated you with respect, and this was your response? How ungrateful!

"You know, actually," you finally spoke, so quickly they successfully interrupted your recurring thoughts. "I think I'd like to meet Figaro now, if that's okay."

Natasha's face lit up, her emerald eyes sparkling with an intense delight. Everything turned out exactly as she wanted, making her feel like an expert puppeteer effortlessly manipulating the strings of her most treasured marionette.

"Of course it's okay, solnyshko," she replied cheerfully. Anyone with an ounce of reasoning would wonder why she seemed so eager to bring a stranger girl home, but not you. Certainly not you. "You won't regret it, I assure you."

In the small village chambers, lanterns flickered softly, casting shadows that danced and twisted. Initially, these shadows appeared as large, intimidating figures, but upon closer inspection, they transformed into friendly faces with wide smiles. Yet, when their eyes met Natasha, they seldom did not recognize her.

"Natty! Buona notte, cara mia!" They always exclaimed, their voices brimming with enthusiasm and eyes aglow. A dull ache settled in your chest. It seemed wrong to feel that twinge of envy, yet you couldn't recall the last time anyone appeared that delighted to see you, and you couldn't help but long for it to be you to be greeted that way.

Unlike your so-called friends who always insisted on walking ahead, leaving you trailing behind like an afterthought, Natasha walked alongside you. Her emerald eyes occasionally glanced your way, a gentle smile gracing her lips.

The ice cream stain on your dress was still visible, your eyes, though no longer wet with tears, remained red and puffy. Yet, Natasha radiated an intrinsic pride in having you by her side, as if your presence was something to be cherished rather than hidden away.

“Well, here we are,” Natasha exhaled a deep sigh of relief as she turned the key and pushed open the door to her home, inviting you to step inside. The comforting embrace of warmth following the biting chill was a welcome relief.

Unlike most homes, there was no central overhead light. Instead, small lanterns perfectly scattered throughout the space illuminated it cozily.

The entire first level served as Natasha's workplace, living room, dining room, and kitchen, all in one. Though there were no walls dividing these areas, the transitions were clear.

To your left, Natasha's creations dominated the entire corner, making it a challenge to navigate without stepping on something. Positioned by the window was a long table with a variety of well-used tools, including hammers, a saw, screwdrivers, pliers, and wrenches.

On the opposite side, to your right, there was a kitchen, equipped with just a fridge, a sink, and vintage stove, alongside a small wooden table that could seat two people maximum, and you wondered if Natasha had crafted it herself. The middle area displayed a fireplace with a couch positioned in front of it, and on a side table, there was a round fishbowl containing a goldfish, which immediately caught your attention.

"Please, excuse the mess," Natasha remarked with a hint of guilt. She never cleaned her home more than necessary because she never expected visitors, as she preferred to personally deliver everything to those who requested her work, from the smallest souvenir to the most unbearably heavy piece of furniture. You might never have realized it, but you were the first person to set foot in her home by her own will and not because people intrusively knocked on her door to request commissions or to drop off gifts.

"No, no, it's great," you replied sincerely, having already scanned every corner of the place. Her old superhero friends might think this wasn't Natasha at all, but to you, who had only met this side of her, it definitely screamed Natalia everywhere, and all those residents of Collodi could say the same.

"Please, do take a seat!" She exclaimed so energetically that her voice could have echoed throughout the entire neighborhood. Without a moment's hesitation, you went to sit by the fireplace, the gentle flames providing you with so much warmth that you almost forgot the ice cream on your dress. "Stay here, I'll find you some clothes," she added, stepping away without taking her eyes off you, with fear that you might vanish at any moment.

While awaiting the return of the red-haired woman, you swiftly took out your phone to send a message to your friends, letting them know that you were fine and that you would get back soon. In your noble heart, you believed that they might worry about you, even if they were angry at you. However, the way they abandoned you with a stranger and walked away without looking behind unequivocally proved otherwise.

"See if this fits you," the same raspy, indistinct voice made you look up, and you gasped in surprise when you noticed that, in the arm not holding the change of clothes, she was carrying the famous cat Figaro she had told you about. His pupils were dilated due to the dim light, yet you could still notice a faint yellow ring encircling those dark orbs. He stayed calm, allowing his owner to carry him without squirming or resisting.

"Oh, he's gorgeous!" You exclaimed, just a few seconds were enough for this feline to capture your heart.

She chuckled softly, placing the little one on the couch beside you, "Clean clothes and a kitty, just as we agreed."

As if on cue, Figaro suddenly jumped from the couch, his black and white fur almost a comedic, straight-out-of-cartoon blur as he darted across the room and disappeared behind a stack of wooden carvings.

"I should have mentioned, Figaro doesn't like strangers."

You couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, for you had hoped to pet the furry cat, “Oh, that’s okay.”

Noticing your expression, Natasha chuckled, "But don't worry, once you offer him some food, he'll forget all about being shy and will come running back to you,” she reassured you, handing you the neatly folded garments.

"Thank you very much, where can I change?" You inquired, accepting the clothes that seemed extremely comfortable even without considering the chill and sticky stain of your dress.

"You can change here. I'll go upstairs to give you privacy. Just let me know when you're ready," she replied with such sincerity that it was impossible not to believe her.

When she left you alone, she ascended the stairs as she usually did, and when she reached the last step, with great care, she lay down on the floor, peering her head to see you. Never had she been so grateful for the darkness of her abode, for without it, you would have seen her head lurking at the top of the stairs.

Oh, blessed be the moment you chose to wear that dress, for it granted her the exquisite opportunity to admire your entire form, your most desirable parts covered by a black lace lingerie ensemble.

Her hand slowly traveled down to the burning ache that formed between her legs, which pulsed intensely through her already hard length. She tried to soothe the discomfort with a gentle squeeze, however, said action condemned her to complete what she had begun, lest she risk losing her sanity.

Therefore, with her eyes shut tight, she quietly made her way to the bathroom, promising herself to stay silent for just a moment to quell her longing.

She inhaled deeply and rested her hands against the sink. The mirror showed her flushed face, nostrils flaring from her labored breathing, and the familiar vein protruding on her forehead.

She exhaled through her mouth and lowered the zipper of her pants, revealing the fabric of her boxers. Unsurprisingly, there was a slightly darker wet patch of her pre-cum, showing just how much relief her poor member was desperately looking for. Subsequently, she slid her hand under the undergarment, and…

“I’m ready!” She heard your voice from downstairs.

“Yebany v rot,” she cursed between gritted teeth.

She hesitated, debating between coming down to join you, or staying there to prioritize her own needs. Yet, just picturing your eager little face and probably your hungry tummy prompted her to pull up her pants again. With another deep breath, she composed herself as best as she could to return to you.

Seeing you in that attire shattered the fragile composure she had managed to gather, causing her breath to hitch and a tight knot to form in her throat, which she clumsily attempted to swallow down.

You looked so perfect, wearing her clothes, slightly oversized over your frame in a way that was both endearing and domestic, even. Not to mention the fact that you would carry her scent for the rest of the night.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, noticing how her already tense expression worsened the moment her eyes landed on you. You assumed that perhaps the way those clothes fit you wasn't quite right. Maybe she expected them to be more form-fitting, which would mean looking for other clothes, and maybe she was already too tired to deal with that hassle.

"Nothing, it's just that… I'm feeling kind of tense, it's obviously not your fault," she tried to explain. It would be a shame to lie to you, especially when your naive mind already sensed the shift. "Hungry?" she asked, hoping to change the subject to ease your worries and distract herself.

"No, I already ate," you stated with a firmness that would have surprised anyone who had interacted with you, including her. "What's wrong?" you demanded.

Natasha, taken aback, but determined, admitted, "You look beautiful.”

She wasn't by any means shy. She could have taken you right there, knowing you were too weak to defend yourself and would have let her. Nevertheless, she didn't want that. She wasn't interested in being just another opportunist who crossed your path to take what she needed and leave. She wanted to make you so dependent on her that you would desire it in your heart to give it to her.

You furrowed your brow, confusion evident on your face. "Don’t try to distract me," you replied, shaking your head slightly.

With a deep breath, Natasha stepped closer. "Here," she murmured, gently taking your hand, guiding it to the front of her pants.

Your eyes widened in shock as you felt the unmistakable hardness there, provoking you to quickly pull your hand away, your cheeks matching the same deep shade of red as hers.

"I'm so sorry," Natasha apologized, taking a step back. "I shouldn't have... It's just... This is the problem. You're so beautiful, and my body reacted."

You stood there, frozen for a moment, your mind racing. You couldn’t deny, her nurturing and caring nature was irresistibly appealing to you. In some sense, she gave you the hope of reclaiming control and rewriting the story of abandonment that etched deeply into your soul.

"I... I think you're beautiful too," you spoke. "And after everything you've done for me tonight, the least I can do is... help you."

Natasha's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and concern crossing her features. "No, solnyshko. That's not necessary. I shouldn't have put you in this position."

But you took a tentative step forward, your heart pounding but your mind already made up. "I want to," you insisted softly. "Please, I want this."

"No, you don’t," she countered, the word tasting strange on her tongue. The offer you made was tempting, almost unbearably so, but she refused to be just another person you felt indebted to.

“I do,” you reiterated.

And you genuinely did.

Although you considered it strange that someone would reject your attempts to reciprocate those acts of kindness, it could be said that it was the first time it didn't feel like an obligation, but rather an opportunity to finally experience what it’s like to have such a physical connection with someone, let alone someone as attractive as her.

Material possessions were the only things you had relied on so far, so this could even be something unique between her and you.

"I have never done it before, so this is a win-win situation," you continued, trying to persuade her. "I help you, and you teach me."

She gazed into your eyes, discovering a profound yearning. She knew you meant every word, and it made her wonder, if a mere gesture of kindness could inspire such actions in you, to what extent would your commitment go if you became dependent on her?

"Alright," she agreed. "Let’s take it slow, and if you ever want to stop, just say the word."

Natasha reclined gracefully on the couch, parting her legs as an implicit invitation that seemed to compel you to approach her, all without the slightest motion or gesture from her part.

You chose to comply, kneeling between her legs. Despite her evident efforts to assert her dominance, you felt empowered by the mere knowledge that you could elicit such reactions from her, to the point where she was unable to conceal her distress, leaving her with no choice but to confess her attraction to you.

"You’re taking your time," she murmured, her voice evidencing a palpable sense of anticipation.

As you undid her button and unzipped her pants, you could feel the hardness of her member under the touch of your wrists, even when there were two layers of cloth covering it.

And all this for you.

Her cock sprang free and stood at attention after you pulled down the hem of her boxers and pants to below her balls. She remained motionless, not taking her green eyes from yours as you contemplated her arousal.

You knew it was big, and you knew it was agonizingly hard, but the reality overcame any assumptions when you were faced with easily ten inches in length, adorned by multiple prominent veins.

"Please, touch it," she pleaded, her voice abandoning any semblance of composure. Pride, that accursed pride, was meaningless when her body irrefutably ached for you.

Her tip was a deep pink, dripping with droplets of pre-cum. Taking it gently, wrapping your fingers around it, you picked up the droplets with your thumb and spread them around it, making it take on a peculiar sheen.

“Fuck,” she moaned, closing her eyes, and throwing her head back.

That alone gave you the confidence you needed to stroke her cock in up and down movements, successfully making her tremble under your touch.

Her full lips were slightly parted, and her breath came in short, sharp gasps or high-pitched whimpers. It was truly a welcome sight, witnessing someone entrust you with their body, openly displaying such vulnerability before you.

She extended her hand, firmly grasping your wrist, and guided your hand to the base of her erection. Simultaneously, her other hand gently rested on the back of your neck, offering encouragement rather than forcing you.

You wrapped your mouth around her already wet tip, moaning as you savored the warmth of the pre-cum that seemed to keep making itself present. You began to suckle her glans gently, letting your tongue take the place from time to time to tease her hole.

Her hand clutched at your hair, guiding your head as you began to bob up and down on her cock. Her breathing became shallower as you quickly found your rhythm, delighting in the view of half of her dick disappearing into your warm mouth and re-emerging glistening with your saliva and her fluids.

“Goddamn it," she muttered under her breath, her insatiable nature getting the better of her, compelling her to lift her hips upward. It was the way your throat contracted into a gag that made her involuntarily ejaculate her seed, the hot liquid filling your mouth.

“Fuuuck!” She cum in your mouth in one, two, three spurts. It was obvious by how her face contracted in pleasure that she had not anticipated that her cock had taken on a mind of its own, stripping her of any authority over it.

You endeavored to swallow as much as your astonishment and inexperience allowed, yet a gentle cough escaped you, causing a few drops to delicately trickle down your chin.

"Well done, malyshka," were the first words that escaped her lips once her breathing steadied.

You appeared utterly perfect, as you looked up at her with those doe eyes, with the sheen of her release enhancing the fullness and glossiness of your lips. She vowed never to entertain the thought of allowing you out of her sight.

You sealed your fate the moment your paths crossed, but you cemented your doom in that very instant.

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We'll Always Have Paris: Arrow 1x21 Review (The Undertaking)

Oliver and Felicity hit the casino to save Walter (remember Walter?), which provides the best Freudian slip in the history of Arrow.

We finally get some much-needed flashbacks on Robert Queen & Lauriver to fill in the holes of history and it’s a horror show. I can’t unsee what I have seen, so now we just get to rant about it.

Oh, and the writers completely telegraphed the demise of Lauriver in this episode. It just took me the better part of decade to notice it. It's all about Casablanca. Yes. Really.

Let’s dig in…

Olicity

Finally! Some decent Olicity content. Season 1 is rough y'all.

Source: Paige

Oliver is still Oliver which means he hasn’t apologized yet to Diggle for abandoning him. Felicity is trying her best to get the bromance back on track.

Source: Paige

Unfortunately, this is an immovable object meeting an unstoppable force kind of situation, so until Oliver pulls the stick out of his butt and admits he was wrong – Diggle is sitting this episode out.

Felicity: I know Oliver is religiously against admitting when he’s wrong, but the truth is he needs you.

Diggle: Yeah, and when Oliver is ready to say that he knows where I live.

John is not some disciple who will blindly follow Oliver wherever he goes. Diggle has self-respect and will not accept anything but an equal partnership from Oliver. Fighting for a man’s soul is going to cause some fights. Diggle needs to win more than his fair share if we are going to see any growth in Oliver Queen.

So, it’s left to our Girl Wednesday to hit the streets with The Hood when they get a lead on Walter. I honestly forgot he was kidnapped it’s been so long since they’ve mentioned him.

A dirty accountant on The List paid two million dollars to Dominic Alonzo on the same day Walter was kidnapped. Alonzo runs the biggest underground casino in Starling City, when he’s not busy with his day job of kidnapping and murder. Oliver needs to access Alonzo’s computer to find a location on Walter.

Source: @olicitygifs

And guess who is really great at counting cards? Oliver immediately refuses Felicity’s help. His deep aversion to putting her in any kind of danger will never stop being hot. This is the big break on Walter that Felicity has been waiting for, so she insists, and Oliver relents. I love that she never lets Oliver tell her what she can and can’t do.

The goal is for Felicity to be caught counting cards, so she can get a friendly warning from Alonzo and bug his computer. She is more than a little concerned that the friendly warning will be a bullet. Felicity is not a trained soldier like Diggle and she’s not a ninja/archer like Oliver. She’s signed up to fight crime, but she never shies away from expressing her fear. It’s what makes her so relatable because any person in these circumstances would be afraid.

Oliver immediately downshifts into his soft, gentle and reassuring tone that’s becoming more and more for Felicity Smoak only. The man is a growling serial killer who turns into Fluffy McSoftie Bear around her.

What makes Felicity a hero is she faces her fears head on. She doesn’t let anything stop her and Felicity Smoak is determined to find her boss. Walter gave her a job, health insurance and dental. Never underestimate a loyal employee.

Source: olicitygifs

Annnnnd we've arrived! The Freudian of all Freudian slips. This is a little risqué for the CW back in the day. Felicity’s inadvertent sexual innuendo is hilarious every time, but this one takes the cake. I believe it’s Emily Bett Rickard’s favorite as well.

If you were a Olicity shipper in Season 1 the Laurel fans would use scenes like this to prove Felicity just has a crush, Oliver will never return her feelings, and she’s just comic relief.

But who is introducing the sexual element between Oliver and Felicity? The writers. If this is supposed to remain a platonic friendship - why even go, there? These were the thoughts I would think watching live, wondering if I was crazy for seeing so much more than comedy between these two characters.

Felicity does get caught and initially it’s a friendly warning, until they find an earpiece the size of Saturn and demand to know who her partner is.

Someone put their hands on Felicity, so say goodbye to Fluffy McSoftie Bear and unleash the Kraken!

Source: @andjustforthismoment

Unfortunately, Alonzo doesn’t have good news and tells The Hood, after a good thumping, that Walter is dead. Oliver tells Moira and Thea that one of Diggle’s army buddies works for the FBI and he confirmed Walter is dead. Instead of grief, Moira is enraged and firmly believes Oliver is wrong. Almost like she knows something Oliver doesn’t.

Thankfully, Oliver has grown a brain when it comes to his mother and rather take her word for it or delude himself into thinking she’s just in shock, he follows her Merlyn Global as The Hood. He records her conversation with Merlyn.

Moira: You promised if I cooperated with The Undertaking that Walter wouldn’t be harmed.

Merlyn: He hasn’t been. I’m a man of my word Moira.

Moira: We both know better than that. I know you’ve had him killed.

Of course, Walter is alive and still in the cell Merlyn has kept him in for the last six months. So, Oliver discovers the following:

Malcolm Merlyn, his best friend’s father, kidnapped Walter.

2. Moira knew all along who had Walter and why.

3. Moira is working with Merlyn on something called “The Undertaking.”

It’s a rough day when you learn your mother is colluding with a super villain and is an accessory to kidnapping. Oliver retreats to the darkness to wallow and mourn how completely messed up his family is. Then Felicity steps into the bunker and the room is flooded with light. It’s always the light.

Source: @smoakmonster

And with the light comes the truth. Oliver tells Felicity to track Malcolm Merlyn’s last phone call, which leads to Walter’s location. Oliver, in full superhero mode, attacks from the sky and lands on the roof with a parachute no less. Walter’s cell conditions are not great. Let’s not talk about the bucket of poo next to his bed. Immediately, we, and Oliver, know the man has been through it.

Oliver meets Walter, Moira and Thea at the hospital post Hood rescue.

Walter: Thank you, son.

It’s just a second, but we can see Oliver is really touched by Walter’s affection. We’ve gone from Oliver accusing Walter of sleeping with Moira at the dinner table his first night home to accepting Walter calling him son. That’s called growth my friends.

Yet, there was sadness in Oliver’s smile too. He was able to bring Walter home, something he couldn’t do for Robert Queen, and it was clear how much Oliver was missing his dad in that moment.

Felicity pops up in the doorway, carrying a bouquet of brightly colored flowers, wearing a deep fuchsia jacket and her sunshine hair pulled back into its signature ponytail. She physically is such a stark contrast to Oliver’s melancholy, and it snaps him out of it for a little bit as he introduces Felicity to his family.

Source: Paige

Felicity has become so fully entrenched in Oliver’s life that it actually took me a minute to remember Moira, Thea and Laurel have no idea who she is. She was introduced in Episode 3 and we’re on Episode 21! It’s almost like the writers forgot and realized they had to introduce Felicity to the rest of the cast. It’s wild y’all.

First up is Laurel earlier in the episode at the bar. She’s informing Oliver of her breakup with Tommy when Felicity pops in to advise him of another break – Walter’s kidnappers. It’s been a long-held belief in the Olicity fandom that Laurel’s reception was cool. One could even say snotty. I tried to go into this with an open mind, but yeah, I have to say that impression still holds for me. It’s like Felicity is a bug to be crushed.

Meanwhile, Felicity is so sweet to the woman Oliver Queen is hopelessly in love with (or so she thinks). It’s the way Felicity says gorgeous, almost sadly, like she sees for herself how beautiful Laurel is and its confirmation she won’t measure up. Oliver Queen will never look at her the way he looks at Laurel. So, it has to sting a little when he introduces Felicity as the person setting up his internet. It irked me. It felt dismissive.

Source: Paige

It’s very easy to dismiss Felicity as comic relief, and her Freudian slips are funny, but there are real and true feelings underneath. Felicity is in love with Oliver. It does cause her pain to see him with other women.  

Felicity’s insecurity is easy to understand. Oliver is not the only person who has growing to do. Felicity needs to realize she is just as beautiful, smart and lovable as Laurel Lance. What’s more, she has to realize Oliver does look at her in a way that’s different than Laurel, but it’s not less. It’s infinitely more. But we’re nowhere near ready for either character to acknowledge that yet.

When Oliver introduces Felicity to Moira and Thea, he calls her a friend, which is quite the glow up in twenty-five minutes. It’s warm and it’s true. More importantly, it carries much more significance than “Internet Girl.”

The deal was Felicity would join the team to find Walter. Well, they found him. That should conclude Felicity’s involvement in Oliver’s life. But he isn’t dismissing her as a “nobody” like Felicity did with Laurel. He is stating the opposite. Deal or no deal, Felicity is remaining in Oliver’s life.

Maybe that’s why he was more dismissive of Felicity with Laurel. Maybe he didn’t want Laurel to know there is another woman in his life. One he may be having more than friendly feelings towards. Oliver, Laurel and Tommy aren’t the only love triangle on this show.

Source: Paige

Lauriver

Holy hell.

We have all patiently waited for the holes to be filled in on Laurel and Oliver’s past. We’ve waited for some kind of reference to happier times – any kind of evidence these two, at one point, were madly in love and destined to be together until fate (and Oliver’s stupidity) stepped in and ripped them apart. We’re supposed to want Oliver and Laurel to get back together. They are the Plan A couple. This is the Green Arrow and Black Canary. DC Comic’s third tier golden couple. They belong together, right?

Someone may want to inform the Arrow writers of that because what we see in these flashbacks is absolute hot garbage. Of course, the immediate response is, “Of course Jen. You’re an Olicity shipper. You hate everything about Laurel and Oliver.”

Yeah, but how did I get there? EPISODES. LIKE. THIS. I did my absolute very best to ship Oliver and Laurel all through Season One because they are comic book canon. It was a foregone conclusion they would end up together and shipping Oliver with Felicity was setting myself up for five years of disappointment. I know how television writing works, friends. They very seldom deviate from the couple set up as endgame in the pilot. Oliver and Laurel are Plan A. It’s just math.

Well, the math ain’t mathing y’all. Blessedly, we get a break from the Island flashbacks and Arrow is spending some time in Starling City five years ago. Oliver and Laurel are ordering pizza as she’s studying for the bar exam. It’s cute. It’s sweet even. They’re in their little love bubble and we’re seeing them happy and together – the place we’re supposed to be rooting for them to return to in present day.

Laurel mentions their friends are moving in together and Oliver is happy for them because they've been together forever. Laurel immediately informs Oliver they’ve been together longer. Cue Oliver internally screaming. Deer in headlights. The building is on fire. WHERE IS THE EXIT? ABORT! ABORT!

Laurel, ever the lawyer, comes prepared with an argument. Moira busted Laurel in a morning-after-sex-romp and Lance threatened to tase Oliver the last time he stayed at Laurel’s, so she’s just being practical. Economical even. Why don’t they get a place of their own? (If the parents aren’t cool with you sleeping together while living separately what makes you think they’ll be ok with you MOVING IN TOGETHER, Laurel? Whatever. You do you babe.)

Oliver offers up a feeble maybe and then tells her IT’S A LITTLE FAST. Dude, for real? What Laurel is asking for isn’t unreasonable. She’s ready to take the next step and for Oliver to call that fast after probably several years together (college, maybe even high school) doesn’t make any sense if he’s in love with Laurel.

I’m a big believer in He's Just Not That Into You. Men are not overly complicated creatures. If they like a woman, they go after her. If they love a woman, they don’t need to be convinced to move in together or get married. They want to do those things.

They sure as hell don’t run screaming all the way to their father’s yacht for a three-week trip in the NORTH CHINA SEA with their girlfriend’s SISTER. This is exactly what Oliver does after he lukewarmly tells Laurel he’ll move in with her.

Source: Paige

Laurel meets Oliver on the docks to say goodbye. In an extra classy move, he phones Sara on the walk down to Laurel and tells her to circle around the parking lot until her sister leaves. This guy is such a prize. Fall to your feet, women of the world, and swoon. We have found THE ONE.

Laurel is not stupid. Well, she’s not always stupid. She knows something is up and asks her boyfriend if he was running away to the North China Seas to avoid moving in with her. Oliver scoffs. What’s this you say? Pure poppycock, milady. For when I return from my sea voyage we shall be betrothed henceforth!

She gives him the picture. The sodding picture. Honestly, it reeks of desperation. Oliver kisses it and it’s just awkward and gross. Please break up immediately. I can’t watch this anymore.

Oliver races back to the boat, to Sara, and Laurel is left alone on the docks. She gives a helpless little shrug. Deep down, Laurel knows Oliver is running away from her.

In present day, Laurel is at Oliver’s club drinking coffee and informs him of the big break up.

Oliver: It’s probably just cold feet.

Laure: Like it was with you? Oliver, you don’t sleep with your girlfriend’s sister unless you’re looking to blow the relationship up.

That’s the smartest thing she’s said all season.

Oliver: If you still want to be with Tommy, do what we should have done. Talk to each other and be honest.

You mean what YOU should have done Oliver? Laurel was honest. You were the liar and YOU’RE STILL LYING. Oliver is pretending he has no idea why Tommy broke up with her. He knows exactly why.

BECAUSE OF HIM.

Oliver tells Laurel to have honest conversation with Tommy, when he knows Tommy can’t do that BECAUSE HE’S KEEPING OLIVER’S SECRET and that’s one of the primary reasons he broke up with Laurel. It’s all so friggin manipulative. Where is something to throw at him??!!!!

Also, Oliver is acting all smarmy and flirty with his Humphrey Bogart reference. Wait a minute…

It’s interesting that the writers chose Casablanca. I know it’s kind of a cliché line when talking to a girl in a bar, but if we look at the plot Casablanca there are similarities between Oliver and Laurel.

Rick (Humphrey Bogart) and Ilsa (Ingrid Bergman) meet in Paris during WWII and fall in love. They aren't big on sharing too many details about themselves however. The rule is no questions. We do find out Ilsa's husband died. However, when she discovers he's alive, Ilsa leaves Rick with no explanation.

When they meet again years later in Casablanca, Ilsa explains why she left Rick standing at the train station. Ilsa husband's, Victor Laszlo, is a true hero. He is noble, idealistic and a leader of the Resistance. He was a prisoner in a Nazi concentration camp, but instead of dying like Ilsa thought - he escaped. He was very ill after being in the camp and needed her care. She was afraid if she told Rick, he wouldn't leave Paris and it was too dangerous for him to stay.

Ilsa's abandonment left Rick bitter and disillusioned. He opens a bar in Casablanca and while he allows people to arrange safe passage out of Nazis occupied Europe, he remains staunchly uninvolved (never a great look when it comes to the Nazis). But deep down Rick has a heart of gold. He ultimately saves Victor from the Nazis and ensures his safe flight to the United States. Isla still loves Rick and plans to stay with him in Casablanca, but in the end, Rick puts her on a plane with her husband.

Rick:  I'm saying it because it's true. Inside of us, we both know you belong with Victor. You’re part of his work, the thing that keeps him going. If that plane leaves the ground and you're not with him, you'll regret it. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of your life.

Ilsa: But what about us?

Rick: We'll always have Paris. We didn't have, we, we lost it until you came to Casablanca. We got it back last night.

Ilsa: When I said I would never leave you.

Rick: And you never will. But I've got a job to do, too. Where I'm going, you can't follow. What I've got to do, you can't be any part of. Ilsa, I'm no good at being noble, but it doesn't take much to see that the problems of three little people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world. Someday you'll understand that.

Rick: Now, now...Here's looking at you kid.

They just don’t write them like that anymore. It’s a classic for a reason.  There was real love between Rick and Ilsa and their love didn’t disappear because of circumstance. In the end, Rick gives Ilsa up for the greater good. His patriotism is reawakened and plans to continue the dangerous fight against the Nazis on his own. He wants Ilsa safe in the United States.

More importantly, he recognizes Victor is a good man truly deserving of her and needs Ilsa to continue his fight against the Nazis. Rick knows, deep down, she loves Victor and will regret staying with him. Their lives have taken them down two different roads and she was needed elsewhere, just like he was.

Their time was in the past. They are holding on to a memory. Rick can look back on that time fondly now, but it’s a time they can never recapture. Even though they love each other very much, ultimately, they couldn’t bridge the time that separated them.

He sends Ilsa off with the better man who can keep her safe and happy, even though it breaks his heart to do so. This selfless act of love proves Rick is a hero just like Victor and equally as deserving of Ilsa.

Laurel is Ilsa. Oliver is Rick. Tommy is Victor (the husband). I’m not arguing we have a Casablanca level love triangle here. Hardly, but Casablanca is the blueprint for how the Oliver, Laurel and Tommy love triangle should be resolved. Key word is SHOULD.

What about how Ilsa feels? Is she just a pawn in a chessboard between Rick, Victor and the Nazis? No. People have been arguing for years whether Ilsa loved Rick or Lazlo. My perspective is she loved them both. Rick is her passion, but Victor is her life. Ultimately, she knows Rick is right and chooses devotion over passion.

At this point we are uncertain where Laurel stands with Oliver and Tommy. The truth is, like Ilsa, Laurel loves them both. However, in the immortal words of Queen Catherine on Reign, “I know you think you love them both. And while that may be true, I argue that you love one more.”

Who does Laurel love more? We’re not going to get the answer until the season finale. That’s how love triangles work, but Casablanca maps out the choice Oliver should make. He needs to take a step back and recognize what he is chasing is a memory. Laurel and Oliver’s love is in the past.

What Laurel has with Tommy, a good man, is real. Maybe it doesn’t have all the heat and drama she has with Oliver, but ultimately that’s not what lasts. Passion fades and you need to the bedrock of devotion to sustain a relationship.

Oliver has shown Laurel anything but devotion. He went running to that boat because he didn’t want to move in with her. It was more than cold feet. You don’t cheat on a woman you are in love with. These are not circumstances Oliver has found himself in by accident or fate. Oliver made choices and those choices have consequences.

I truly don’t believe Oliver knows what love is yet. He thinks Laurel is what he’s supposed to want. Returning home to Laurel and fixing what went wrong was all he thought about on the Lian Yu. That’s a long time to convince himself she’s his true love.  She’s the key to fixing everything. If Oliver chose Laurel, Sara would not be dead. Robert would not be dead. He would have NEVER spent five years away from home. There’s no mission. There’s no hood.

I’m not denying they love each other, but they lack trust. They lack devotion. It’s not the kind of love you build a life on. If it was then Oliver would have built a life with Laurel rather than getting on that boat and blowing up their relationship instead.

There are moments in life when it’s clear which path you take. There is a right path and a wrong one, but you don’t choose the right path because it’s too hard. Laurel approaching Oliver in that hallway is one of those moments. Tommy told Laurel she should be with Oliver. She comes to the hospital to ask Oliver to speak with Tommy.

This is the moment. This is the moment Oliver needs to let her go. PUT HER ON THE PLANE , OLIVER!!!!

But he doesn't.

Source: @blackcanarysource

Laurel’s intentions are pretty clear. She wants Tommy. Then Oliver drops this bomb and simply walks away. He has absolutely no intention of being with Laurel, of telling her the real truth, but refuses to let either of them move on. This will absolutely mess with her head and obliterate the path back to Tommy.

Admitting that his time with Laurel has past, that he can never go back and undo what happened between them and erase those five years, is too hard for Oliver. He can’t let go, so he clings to Paris. He clings to a romanticized memory of what he had with Laurel.

But make no mistake, if Laurel chooses Oliver, she will regret it. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But someday.

Robert Queen and Malcolm Merlyn

Speaking of plot holes, we also had to wait a long time to get clarity on why Robert Queen was in cahoots with Malcolm Merlyn and the answers are bonkers.

Robert, Malcolm and Frank have joined forces to convince the city’s worst to do what’s best with some not so friendly blackmail. They all have their reasons for cleaning up Starling City – Malcolm’s wife was murdered in The Glades and Frank’s daughter was raped. Everyone in the room lost something to The Glades.

Merlyn feels their efforts are futile and to save Starling City they have to do something big – level The Glades. Malcolm promises it can look like a natural disaster. Unidac Industries has a prototype, five years away from completion, that can make it look like a natural disaster.

It’s around this time Robert realizes Malcolm Merlyn is batshit crazy. He attempts to talk him out of mass murder, but Malcolm is too far gone. The pain of losing his wife, of listening to her die over and over, has created a madness in him reason cannot penetrate.

So, what did Robert lose to The Glades? His soul according to Malcolm. It’s not until Robert confesses to Moira that we learn what that means.

Robert: I’m not the man you think I am.

Robert was approached by a local councilman before the steel factory opened in The Glades (Oliver’s bunker). He wanted money because bribes are the way things work in The Glades, but Robert refused. They got into an argument and he fell. Robert accidentally killed a man. The List, cleaning up Starling City, and working with Malcolm Merlyn was Robert’s way of atoning for his sins.

It should not be lost on us that the steel factory (now Oliver's bunker) is where Robert Queen lost his soul, but it’s where his son is finding his.

Moira immediately points out Robert is atoning for one murder by committing hundreds or thousands. She tells Robert the real path to atonement is to stop Malcolm Merlyn from committing this atrocity. At least one of Oliver’s parents has not gone completely nuts.

Moira makes Robert promise he will stop Merlyn, so he comes up with a plan. Robert is convinced Malcolm won’t level The Glades unless he can rebuild it. Malcolm has been buying up properties in The Glades for years and Robert’s proposal to Frank is to buy up the rest of the city. He’ll lose the control he requires to rebuild it. This is also about good old-fashioned greed. Merlyn will make millions rebuilding The Glades.

Unfortunately, Frank serves Robert up on a plate and tells Merlyn exactly what he’s planning. They plant a bomb on the Queen’s Gambit, but since there’s typhoon warning it will look like it went down in a storm. What is this guy’s deal with murder masquerading as natural disaster? Now that I know Frank betrayed Robert, I don’t mind as much that Moira betrayed Frank.

Malcolm: One man alone can’t save this city, Robert. We both know that.

This is an ominous warning for the present day as well. Robert couldn’t save the city alone and neither can Oliver. After learning of The Undertaking and facing off with Merlyn in a tense exchange at the hospital, Oliver realizes he needs help and apologizes Diggle for letting him down. He realizes now Diggle was right about Moira all along and it will take all three of them to put a stop to Malcolm Merlyn.

Source: Paige

Stray Thoughts

I’m being philosophical when I talk about heat and passion with Laurel and Oliver. They are supposed to be all the passion, while Tommy is the steadiness. It requires chemistry to see this concept physically manifested and Stephen & Katie simply do not have it. It’s a huge problem and makes their romance that much tougher to believe.

Moira doesn’t want to know who Robert’s mistress is. Guess this explains why Oliver believes you can love someone and cheat on them at the same time.

Not to be completely superficial, but Felicity’s hair and dress are WOW! You all know how I feel about red. On that same superficial note, Felicity's daytime Season 1 wardrobe is rough though. YIKES. We need a budget increase ASAP.

Diggle paints or takes photographs. Also I saw a saxophone in his apartment too. Why didn’t we revisit this at some point?

“Tommy, I love you and I think you still love me.” So, she DOES love Tommy. First time we heard her say that. About damn time.

“Honestly, you belong with Oliver. He’s still in love with you.” Shut up Tommy. You’re your own worst enemy.

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Ch14 The Gift You Gave Me

A/N: I don't know whose all out there still reading Olicity stories but for those who are I'd like to say thank you for showing an interest in my stories despite updates taking FOREVER.

All mistakes are my own.

There are undoubtedly some inaccuracies in this chapter, I apologize in advance.

Felicity worked on autopilot. Her focus wasn’t there.

She wasn’t there.

Everything felt so far away.

She was alone. Isolated. Lost. 

Oliver called to ask her to join him and John for lunch. She told him she couldn’t. She had a meeting.

Instead, Oliver got her to agree to dinner.

Her Phone buzzed with a reminder of her meeting. Felicity reluctantly closed out her computer, grabbed her jacket, and headed out. 

Almost ten minutes later found Felicity entering the lobby of one of the most prestigious law firms on this side of the country.

She walked up to the lobby receptionist. “Hi, I’m here to see Mr. Price. Henry Price.”

The heavyset man smiled. “You will take the elevator to the 23rd floor and make a right.” 

“Thank you,” Felicity hiked her purse higher on her shoulder and headed over to the elevator doors.

She rode the elevator up to the 23rd floor and followed the directions she was given, and found herself in yet another lobby. 

This time the receptionist was a curly red head with glasses. She wasn’t much older than Felicity. “Hi, how can I help you?”

Felicity noted she had a warm and welcoming demeanor. “I have a meeting with Henry Price. My name’s Felicity Smoak.”

The woman’s green eyes lit up with recognition. “Mr. Price has been expecting you.” She waved her hand to a set of double doors on the left. “You can go right in.”

Felicity thanked her and headed for the doors, rapping her knuckles against the wooden frame of the door on the right before letting herself in.

An older man with salt peppered hair and a kind face looked up from his chair behind his desk.

“Ms. Smoak,” he stood, extending his hand. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. You are just as beautiful as your picture. Although, I do wish we were meeting under better circumstances.” 

“I’m sorry. I’m a little confused, to be honest.” Felicity placed her hand in his.

When did this man see a picture of her and why?

“My apologies. I’ll explain.” Henry released her hand and motioned for her to sit down across from him.

Felicity set her purse down and sat down on the edge of the chair, back straight, hands wringing nervously in her lap.

“The last few times I met with Tommy, he spoke of you with nothing but fondness, affection, and trust. He showed me your picture once when I commented that he looked happy.” Henry paused. “You were the source of that happiness.” 

Felicity swallowed heavily. “The feeling was mutual.” 

Henry noted the unshed tears in her eyes. ‘’I have no doubt of that."

Felicity leaned forward. “I don’t mean to come off as rude, but why am I here?”

“Right.” Henry pulled out a file from his desk, laying it in front of him. “I’ve worked for the Merlyn family for years, dating back to Tommy’s mother, Rebecca. I have a long history of handling their wills, final arrangements, financials and family assets. Weeks before his death, Tommy named you his sole beneficiary.” 

“I.. I don’t understand,” said Felicity, shaking her head.

“Simply put, Ms. Smoak, everything that was once Tommy is now yours.” Said Henry. 

Felicity stared, unmoving. It was like she was stuck on a loading screen.

“Ms. Smoak?”

“I’m sorry. I’m trying to process.” Felicity waved her hand around her temple. “What does all that entail?” 

“Tommy’s trust fund, his inheritance from his mother, his shares in Merlyn Global, his father’s assets, the Merlyn estate, his mother’s family home, his mother’s jewelry, and family heirlooms.” Henry listed off. “You are looking at a net worth of 3 billion dollars.”

Felicity lurch forward, sputtering." I’m sorry. I think I heard you say 3 billion dollars."

“You did.”

Felicity sat frozen, unable to process. “I… what was he thinking?”

“That he loved you and wanted you taken care of.”

“I don’t even know what to do from here.” Felicity confessed. “Where I go from here?”

“And that’s okay. We can get you an advisor. For now, I need you to sign some documents to make this all official.” Said Henry empathetically.

Normally, Felicity wouldn’t sign anything without reading it over, however, she signed on the dotted line more than once in a daze.

5 minutes later, found her leaving his office. She sat in her car for a good twenty mins before getting her wits back. She wasn’t driving anywhere on a distracted mind. Felicity returned to work almost an hour late. Her supervisor wasn’t too pleased.

She managed to get him to calm down with promises to stay a few hours longer than she normally would for the next month, working overtime. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Felicity used work to distract her for the rest of the day.

“Ready to go?”

Felicity looked up to see Oliver leaning in the doorway of her office.

The sight of him made her realize she had forgotten about dinner. “Oliver, I’m sorry. I lost track of time.” Felicity apologized.

“It’s fine. John is waiting for us downstairs. I figured the 3 of us could grab some Big Belly Burger tonight.”

Felicity hesitated. She was supposed to stay longer, but getting some BBB sounded perfect right now.

Not to mention she was starving. Felicity was quick to give in with the prospect of food and told herself she would stay longer tomorrow.

Beside’s it wasn’t like her idiot of a supervisor was going to find out. He always cut out early, and she was the only one there on the IT floor. Not counting Oliver.

“That sounds perfect.” Felicity gathered her things. “I am craving something greasy.” 

“You need to start eating better for the both of you and the baby.” Oliver said as they got onto the elevator.

“And you know what I should be eating?” asked Felicity, arching an eyebrow at him as the doors closed behind them and they started their descent to the parking garage.

“I do.” Oliver countered. "I’ve been reading a few books on the subject."

Felicity's eyes widen in surprise, but she was touched. “You can tell me about it over dinner.” 

“After, I was thinking we could go back to your place and talk about what we’re going to tell people.” Oliver suggested.

Felicity paused after stepping out of the elevator.

“Felicity?” Oliver looked at her questioningly.

“I have something else I need to talk to you about of equal importance.” Felicity said finally. 

Oliver placed his hand on her back. "I’m here for whatever you need to talk about." 

“Dinner first,” said Felicity. “Important talks later over ice cream and red wine.”

“You can’t have red wine,” Oliver reminded. 

Felicity pouted. “I’m gonna hate the next 7 months.”

“It’ll be worth it,” Oliver assured her. 

Felicity smiled, knowing he was right, imagining the moment she would get to hold her baby and see Tommy in their eyes.

“I haven’t seen that smile in a long time.” John said when they reached him. 

“I had a nice thought,” Felicity answered as he opened the car door for her.

John and Oliver joined her in the vehicle. 

“What was the thought?” John asked as they left the parking garage.

“That my baby will have Tommy’s eyes and his smile.”

“God help us if it looks like you,” said Oliver. 

Felicity sent him a glare. “I am not bad to look at.”

“You’re beautiful, Felicity.” Oliver told her. 

Felicity’s mouth formed a silent ‘oh’ of surprise. 

John snorted, watching their exchange. 

“Your blonde hair, bright smile and Tommy’s blue eyes, and charm, I won’t stand a chance against this kid,” Oliver said with certainty.

“Oliver Queen wrapped around a pretty blonde’s finger,” John smirked. “Like we hadn’t seen that before.”

Felicity blushed while Oliver had the grace to look sheepish.

“What we should be worried about is if this kid comes out as brilliant as his mother.” John added.

Felicity’s eyes widened, picturing it now. A little girl who looked like her, had Tommy’s blue eyes, her intelligence and Tommy’s penchant for trouble.

“God, help us all.”

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Carly and AJ joined them for dinner.

Carly was taking an interest in getting to know Oliver and Felicity better.

AJ was full of questions and was asking Felicity all the questions he could after being told by his uncle John how smart she was.

Carly apologized for her son’s curious nature, but Felicity assured her it was alright. She found AJ’s endless questions endearing. She was sure it would get old, but for now, it was a welcome distraction.

But all too soon, dinner came to an end and John was dropping Felicity and Oliver off at her place.

John didn’t even question it. He simply told them he would see them tomorrow.

“Do you want to go first or should I?” Oliver asked, slipping out of his jacket and dropping it over the back of Felicity’s recliner.

Felicity shot him a confused look as she slipped off her shoes.

“About the things we need to discuss.” Oliver clarified. “What we’re going to tell the press and you said you have something important to tell me.”

“Right,” Felicity curled up on her couch, “how sure are you about this? What about Laurel?”

“What about her?” asked Oliver, joining her on the couch.

“I can tell you right now claiming to father a child with another woman is not going to do your relationship any favors,” said Felicity.

“It’s a good thing, I don’t have a relationship with her then.”

“That may be true, but that could change.” Felicity reasoned.

“I don’t want it too,” said Oliver. “I’ve put my relationship with Laurel in the past. We’re not good for each other. I’m done taking one step forward and two steps back.” 

Felicity was glad to hear it.

“And to answer your question, yes, I’m sure about this.”

He wanted to do this for Tommy and Tommy’s child.

“What if you fall in love with someone else?” Felicity questioned. “What if one day, you want to hang up your hood and build something real? What if -”

“What if you find someone to share your life with?” Oliver countered.

“I won’t.” Felicity paused. “It seems impossible to feel something for someone else when my heart still calls out for Tommy. I think it always will.”

Oliver smiled sadly, eyes full of sympathy. Tommy was a lucky man.

He wished one day he would be loved the way Felicity still loved Tommy, even in death. He wanted to tell her she will love again, but he didn’t want to sound dismissive of her love for Tommy.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do Hood wise. I do know the baby and you are important to me, and I won’t let anyone come between that.”

While Felicity was touched, she didn’t want him putting his life on hold for her. “Oliver, you can’t stop living because of me.”

“That’s not how I see it,” Oliver protested. “You’ve given me something to live for. Life that isn’t nothing but pain and death.” 

Tears instantly spring to her eyes, emotion welling in her chest. "God, these pregnancy hormones are always making me cry."

Oliver chuckled and handed her a tissue. 

Felicity dabbed at her wet eyes. “Thank you." 

“Felicity, I’m not jumping into this blindly. I know the responsibility I would be taking on, and I am still here. I want to do this. I don’t know any other way to convince you, but I am here and I’ll accept whatever decision you make because when all is said and done, it’s your choice.”

He was right. It was her life. It was her choice, but if she said yes, it wouldn’t be just her life anymore, it would be his too, and that made it a decision they should make together as partners.

Felicity reached for his hand. “Thank You. None of this is gonna be easy, but having you at my side helps more than you will ever know.”

“Is that a yes?” asked Oliver hopefully. 

“Yes.” Felicity said and let his hand go. “But now we need to talk about what I have to tell you.”

Oliver waited for her to say more.

“I met with Tommy’s lawyer today.”

“Henry Price?” Oliver asked in surprise. 

The older man had handled most of the Merlyn business and he had been Rebecca Merlyn’s personal lawyer when she had been alive.

Felicity nodded.

“What did he want?” Oliver wondered.

“I don’t know when, but before Tommy died, he made out his will.” Felicity blew out a breath. She still hadn’t wrapped her head around the details. “Tommy left everything to me.” 

Oliver’s eyes widened. “Everything?” 

“Everything:” Felicity confirmed. “With Malcolm gone, everything would have gone to Tommy and, in the event of his death, he left everything to me. The Merlyn estate, the company shares, family heirlooms, his mother’s things, his trust fund, his inheritance. Everything.”

“Wow.” said Oliver. “Do you know what you’re going to do?”

“Honestly,” said Felicity." I don’t, but this complicates everything."

“How so?” asked Oliver, his brow furrowing in confusion.

“Not many people know of Tommy and me,” said Felicity. “What is everyone going to think when the world finds out he left everything to a nobody blonde they never saw him with?”

Oliver Frowned. “If we say I’m the father, they will make you out to be a two-timing lying, golddigger cheat.”

“They could put the baby’s paternity into question, dig into my past and, while I have nothing to hide, I’m not looking forward to the invasion of my privacy.” Felicity admitted.

“I can see how this can complicate things, but my bigger concern is having your name connected to the Merlyn’s. You won’t be safe if that happens.”

“I need to remain anonymous when it comes to Merlyn Global, and its foundations, but how do I do that?”

“I can handle the estates. No one would think anything of it. Tommy was my best friend since we could talk.”

“Walter.” Felicity said suddenly. “Do you think he would run Merlyn Global for me?”

“If we explain everything to him, I don’t think there’s any way he would say no,” Oliver answered.

Felicity felt her worries start to ebb. She placed her hand on her stomach, thumb stroking. 

Oliver watched the movement and had the overwhelming urge to repeat it.

“What will we tell them?” Felicity questioned, her hand resting softly over her stomach.

The last thing she wanted was for her child to grow up with nothing but lies.

“The truth,” said Oliver. “When the time is right and they’re old enough to understand.” 

Felicity felt a calm wash over her, she turned her free hand over palm up. “We’re in this together.”

Oliver clasped her hand with his own. “For as long as there is breath in my body.”

[zaritarazi]

to nebsgoodtakes on twitter dot com who’s making the history of the arrowverse thread, 1 i love everything you’re saying about caity 2 making me relive these moments is an affront to my civil liberties 3 please do one about how emily is gay and the olicities have made it their personal mission in life to ignore it or publicly deny it even though she’s come out on instagram like 4 times. thank you

[fortressofserenity]

Taste of their own medicine?

I feel if Felicity Smoak were to be played by an Indian woman, somebody like say Kareena Kapoor, it would be controversial as it is with many racebent characters. Except it comes with a certain difference: Olicity fans are fine with adaptations taking liberties with characters for as long as it's in the service of their favourite character. Not so much if their favourite character gets reimagined into and played by a woman of colour, that's where they all start sounding like Alt-Right fanboys.

Jimmy Olsen shouldn't ever be dragged into the same mess as Felicity will get into, if because a number of people are already familiar with him in some form. Be it the Superman cartoons, the Superman movies, Smallville and the like that they already have a clear idea of who he is and who he should be. He already had television exposure, in fact many times over whereas Felicity (to my knowledge) only got one.

So having a well-known Bollywood actress play Felicity Smoak would be really controversial, albeit one that turns Olicity fans' expectations on their heads when it's their favourite character who gets reimagined as a nonwhite, non-western woman. It's like they're fine with the Felicity Smoak they knew, but not when she gets played by a woman of colour that's where they'll go racist. They'll start social media campaigns complaining that this Felicity is not their Felicity.

That Hollywood execs have an agenda when they made her into a woman of colour, one that gets played by a well-known Indian actress like Kareena Kapoor. It seems like Felicity doesn't get racebent that often in fanfiction, mostly because too many white women project themselves onto her that making her into a woman of colour would really put them off in ways a white Felicity wouldn't.

Not to mention there are already a number of white characters throughout DC's programming history that serve a similar role, before and after her be it Smallville's Chloe Sullivan or Gotham Knights's Stephanie Brown that they could easily fall back on either one of them. But they'll spend more time whingeing about an Indian/Desi Felicity Smoak that they'll start review-bombing the trailer (if it does happen) and then the actual film itself.

It would be ironic that they say that other Arrow viewers should be fine with the liberties taken with Arrow's source material, but not when their favourite character gets played by a nonwhite woman that's when they start frothing with rage and demanding her to be removed because she's not their Felicity.

[thelaughingpenguin]

Before I sort of knew how to use tumblr I had this account, still do but May 2014 I posted this. I like so many called it. These two had me at “Felicity Smoak” and that red pen.

[aflawedfashion]

I still 100% think that I’d rather have Kara end up single than with a forced love interest. This show was never going to make supercorp canon, so this is better than most realistic alternatives. She had friends and family. Friends who are family. Cat and Lena were both huge parts of her life and will continue to be so going forward. She’s not alone at all. She’s just not in a romantic relationship. I can go with this ending. Her future is in fans’ hands. You can imagine her with anyone you want or with no one at all.

But Supercorp had something going for it that a lot of other big non-canon wlw ships don’t have which is that the writers didn’t have another love interest in mind for Kara to end up with. Supercorp wasn’t a fanon ship that conflicted with a canon ship that the writers were already developing with the intention to make endgame. The Supergirl writers didn’t have an engame ship in mind, but they had one of the biggest wlw non-canon ships in history sitting in front of them, and they decided not to do anything about it.

Supergirl chose to pass on the potential to do something meaningful and to make a lot of fans happy at the same time. To me, it’s simply a wasted opportunity. This wasn’t about staying true to the story or even simply the writers preferring another ship. I can’t see how Kara and Lena wouldn’t have ended up together if Lena was a man and the ship was equally popular. It really seems that Lena being a woman is the only reason they didn’t end up together.

[1jemmagirl22]

Fandom: Oh it's so amazing our ship is happy!

Fandom, five minutes later when they realize what comes next: Oh no, our ship is happy!

[eloquence-of-felicities]

warnerbrostv: Specialists in their fields and special in our hearts! For #WomensHistoryMonth we're recognizing these awesome women of WBTV who are highly skilled at what they do. #WomensHistoryMonthWBTV 🥣🛠️💻🧪

[mrs-jamesbbarnes]

So I accidentally am going on an Arrowverse binge. So far I’ve watched all of Arrow and Legends and I’ve just started the Flash. But it’s very weird watching Mick and Snart being the bad guys after I watched them as heroes in Legends.

[jamiedornaniseverything]

[jbuffyangel]

i know it's been reiterated a bunch but i was listening to an ep of the podcast where you guys mentioned it and i have to add my unneeded 2 cents. honestly, i firmly believe that after shooting the pilot and realising that stephen and katie had 0 chemistry, the show runners told stephen to be on the lookout for female scene partners he liked and warn them so they could explore switching to a diff romantic interest. like, how else would this happen?? how often does a 1ep guest star turn into the female lead of a show just bc the main actor thought their scene was fun to shoot and asked them if she could come back?? never!! i don't buy it. i think they were desperate to switch and they were on the look out for actresses he had chemistry with, even 1ep guest stars. if it wasn't felicity becoming the new main love interest, it would've been helena or mckenna or sara or someone entirely new. but someone else was gonna have to come in and they knew that. and that's why ebr went from guest star to female lead. i'd say not doing a chemistry test between stephen and katie was one of the worst mistakes in tv history but it got me olicity, so actually it's like one of the best ones hahah

You will get no arguments from me Nonnie. This is my firmly held belief as well.

[ragnarssons]

Like I’m sorry, I really don’t care about future Mia, about future William, about future Zoe, about future Diggle Jr I would EASILY choose to erase them all, to change the future and get Oliver safe, at home, and happy with his family, back in 2019 and for the rest of his life. Like I’d throw these characters under a bus for Oliver Queen and for him to be happy. I don’t care about anything else but him having the happy COMPLETE life he deserves (not with a 20 YEARS -!- gap of him being alone in some nothing-verse)

[andjustforthismoment]

Arrow 6 x 21 |  2 x 07

I love you both so much. 

[dust2dust34]

ok, so i've got ask, how did you make the pretty covers for your fics? because between blood hands and four walls, i am SPEECHLESS. they're so pretty!!

Thank you so much!

A long, long while ago, I dabbled in fanart for shits and giggles, but then I stopped writing for a while and to get my fandom fix, I dove into fanart head first. I did so many wallpapers, oh my, and it gave me some foundation to make my own fic covers. I closed my website down last year because it didn't make sense for me to keep paying for it, but I kept it up for so damn long so I could still have a place for my fanart, because I really loved making it.

I'm rewatching SPN right now and looking at some of my old stuff...

My one regret was not learning Photoshop more because I use a program called Paint Shop Pro. It's not as good, but it gets the job done.

But to answer your questions, many, many, many hours of making really bad stuff until it started looking good.

This was an old SPN one from 2007:

This next one brings back so many memories because it was one of my very first attempts, back when Buffy was still on the air:

Then I started doing some before and afters to see how I'd grown:

I peaked in 2013 before I started getting back into writing. It was still an outlet for a while for other shows, like Hannibal:

But then of course Arrow came along and while I dabbled a little bit...

I also started writing for Olicity and, well...

The rest is history!

Thank you, anon, this made my day! Rewatching old shows has me up in my fanart feels, so this ask was incredibly fortuitous!

[theweekinarrowfic]

Completed Arrow Multichapters on AO3, July-August, 2022

NOTE: I’m now crossposting to https://theweekinarrowfic.dreamwidth.org. Also, I'm looking for volunteers to test out my fic recommender! Need more Arrow in your life? Why not try one of the multchapter fanfics recently completed by our talented fic writers?

Olicity

Haunted by History by Jess_S (Oliver/Felicity, 54/54, 2022-08-30) - Because what's past can't be forgotten

Queen's Consort by stoicheroes (Oliver/Felicity, 19/19, 2022-08-13) - The Queen family hosts an annual cruise on their yacht featuring many of Starling City’s rich and famous. This year, recently rescued castaway Oliver Queen is resigned to a weekend of being the center of curiosity and gossip - until something goes drastically wrong and throws the trip into chaos. Mysterious stowaways, brutal murders, and a severe storm at sea - Oliver has to deal with his PTSD and along with Felicity and Diggle, race against the clock to figure out what is going on in time to save his family and the other passengers. Essentially ‘Die Hard’ on a ship with Olicity

Family Feud: Queen vs. West-Allen by Queen_Woomy (Oliver/Felicity, 5/5, 2022-08-07) - The Queen family from Star City USA takes on the West-Allen family from Central City USA. Both families are trying to guess the results of survey questions in the hopes of winning $20,000!

Other Arrow Ships

Dark DC: Doomworld by Enthralledo (Damien/Malcolm/Leonard Snart/Eobard Thawne, 4/4, 2022-08-13) - Dark take on the Legends Episode 'Doomworld'. Warning, Mature, Lemons XXX

Infinite Crisis by AllyBP (Kara Danvers/Oliver, 11/11, 2022-08-08) - Thanks to Oliver Queen's sacrifice, life was given a second chance in the universe. Earth Prime heroes are still dealing the lost of a friend, but they have no idea what's coming their way is even worse that they can possible imagine. New bonds and hope for the future fills this Arrowverse story, inspired by an iconic story from Justice League animated series. Come join the biggest heroes of history in this new journey. (Rated M just in case, but is mostly T+)

Cruising Through Time by bigwlwshipper (Nyssa/Sara, 42/42, 2022-07-12) - The Legends. A wonderful bunch of weirdoes. A dysfunctional family. We all know and love the Legends as they are, but let's put a relationship twist in. A Nyssara twist. Sara's dedication to the woman alters how the Legends go about things, but at the same time, they're the same dysfunctional bunch we love. or the AU in which Sara goes to travel in time but leaves her heart in the hands of Nyssa.

The Red and Green Arrow. by Batwoman2019 (Laurel/Oliver, Kate Kane/Regan, 40/40, 2022-07-28) - What would of happened had Reagan gone with Oliver on his father's boat instead of Sara. Will they find them alive or will they have lost them for good.

Balance of Two Lights by whenfictioncalls (Kara Danvers/Oliver, 23/23, 2022-08-06) - Oliver Queen has set off on a suicidal course as he tries to save Star City alone as the Green Arrow while running it as Mayor. Broken and grieving after tragedy, he finds himself running in circles between who he was in the past and who he has become- and who he needs to be in order to be the man that not only his city needs but the people he loves. Kara Danvers, an intrepid reporter who has one of the most influential voices in Star City, wants nothing more than to save her dying city. Willingly challenging the seemingly apathetic Mayor will send her down a path of her finding her true self and embracing it.

The Countdown has Begun by HRwriter897 (Tim Drake/Rose Wilson, Nyssa/Sara/Oliver among side pairings, 23/23, 2022-07-28) - Something sinister is simmering below the surface. One of the most dangerous villains has returned with like minded allies and with him comes the possibility of an Apocalypse and revelations that will shake this Universe and the rest to its very core. During this, feelings will be admitted and old grievances will be put to rest."

Don't Tell Me Your Name by KathleenRaven (Barry Allen/Oliver, 19/19, 2022-08-21) - Barry Allen has just ended his relationship and is looking for something new. The Verdant nightclub seems like the perfect place for it and "Arrow" his ideal partner in adventure. Having a friend with benefits is fun, but what happens when you don't know anything about him? For a person as in touch with his feelings as Barry, it will be a challenge to keep things casual. It will all get complicated when fate brings him face to face with the attractive and mysterious Oliver Queen.

Siblings United by am837 (Aelita Schaeffer/Ulrich Stern, Kara Danvers/Oliver as side pairing, 2/2, 2022-08-02) - Ulrich and Aelita, siblings, who have sought to go into hiding from the Empire have been called by Supergirl and her children, the last of fewer resistances hunted by the Empire. With an offer to join Supergirl's resistance, will Ulrich and Aelita decline, or will get themselves involved in the war against the Empire?

Heroes from Infinite Earths by Aragorn_II_Elessar (The Monitor listed as character, 21/21, 2022-08-29) - The Crisis on Infinite Earths has come at last, and all the Heroes from the Multiverse must unite to battle it. But will their unity be enough this time? Or will they finally lose as all is destroyed? The finale of the 'Heroes' series.

This Godforsaken Mess That You Made Me by swarley18 (Sara/Ava Sharpe, 18/18, 2022-08-21) - This is an AU spin on The One Where We're Trapped on TV. Instead of trapping the Legends on TV, Charlie hides them from her sisters by sending them to an alternate dimension where Sara is a police officer, Ava is a teacher, Zari is a doctor, and the rest of the Legends are living out their normal lives none the wiser of their true identities. In her haste to hide the Legends, Charlie makes some mistakes in creating this new dimension. When some of them start to remember, will the Legends risk giving up their fabricated lives where Sara and Behrad are alive to return to an uncertain reality to face the Fates?

Oliver Does Arrow Season One by megamatt09 (Oliver/various, 8/8, 2022-08-26) - The various sexual encounters featuring Oliver Queen and various women featured in Arrow. Season One.

Talia Al Ghul. by KalK (Clark Kent/Talia al Ghul, 4/4, 2022-07-17) - Clark se encuentra despechado, después que Lana se casara con Lex, ella aunque quiere a Luthor como un amigo decide aceptar la propuesta de matrimonio por obligación. Es madre soltera y en estos momentos necesita mucho apoyo, aparte que fue manipulada por Lex sin que ella se diera cuenta. Al ver que Lana se a casado, decide despejar su mente y corriendo llega a suiza donde esa noche en un bar conoce a una guapa mujer.

How I Fall Apart Completely by SevenMinutesToMidnight (Barry Allen/Oliver, 8/8, 2022-07-07) - When Harrison Wells shows up, well… Diggle has to grab Oliver to prevent him from catching charges. The man’s like a raging bull, eyes practically flashing red and voice fierce like he’s talking down a drug lord and not one of the world’s leading scientists. Oliver doesn't scream, he just condemns the man, “You did this. You failed this city. His life is on you!” Diggle's glad he grabbed Oliver because the younger man was clearly moving to do something everyone would regret. Maybe Oliver wanted to be stopped though, because if he didn’t, then there’s no way Diggle could have done shit. [Alternatively: A series of Outsider POV's on Oliver during the months Barry is in his lightening induced Coma.]

Luke’s idiotic plan by Batwoman2019 (Kate Kane/Reagan, Oliver listed as character, 4/4, 2022-07-01) - What happens while Kate and Reagan are planning their wedding and someone calls in a tip to the police in order to have Reagan arrested. Will her friends and family be able to clear her name?