#the way she presents their platonic relationship makes my heart quiver with happiness

[headcanonsandmore]

‘Here with you’

Summary: Ron and Hermione spent some time together in a hotel room in Australia. 

This fic is a birthday present for @princesserica84; hope you like it, Erica! Happy Birthday! 

Warning: this fic contains scenes of a s*xual nature and is not ace safe.

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Ron opened the door, and stepped through.

He had never stayed in a muggle hotel before, but he thought this was rather nice. A nice wardrobe, table, and set of chairs.

And a double bed.

Hurriedly moving his mind away from that, Ron noticed a door off to the side, through which he could see a nice bath and shower set. A set of fluffy white towels were hanging on the wall.

‘Be nice to finally relax after all that travelling, eh?’ he said, turning around.

‘Yes,’ Hermione said quietly, as she locked the door behind her, before kicking off her shoes and sitting down in the chair. From her beaded bag, she pulled her notes regarding the various dental clinics in the area.

‘Oh, no, you don’t,’ Ron said, taking them swiftly out of her hands. ‘You’ve been staring at those nonstop for the past six hours; you need to relax.’

‘Ron, I’m perfectly fine-’

‘Oh, then you won’t want to take a bath with those lovely scented bubble-bath mixtures we’ve got in the bathroom?’

Hermione seemed to wrestle with her own internal logic, before giving in.

‘Okay, but just a quick bath,’ she said, easing her socks off to reveal very tired-looking feet.

‘Good,’ Ron said, before pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. The bushy-haired witch blushed.

‘Why are you so good at this?’ she asked.

‘I know you too well. You focus too much on other stuff, and forget to look after yourself.’

Hermione sighed, before kissing Ron on the cheek.

‘You’re too good to me.’

‘Nah,’ Ron said. ‘You deserve the best. Now, go and have that bath. There’ll be a test on which combination of bubble bath you used.’

Hermione chuckled, before pulling her toiletries out of her beaded bag and hobbling into the bathroom. The door shut with a quiet click behind her.

Ron busied himself with unpacking. Partially because it would save time later, and partially because he wanted to avoid thinking of the fact that Hermione hadn’t locked the bathroom door.

He sat down on the bed, before deciding that he didn’t want to seem like he was presuming anything, and sat down at the table instead.

Him and Hermione had been dating for a few months. The war had only ended earlier that summer, and Hermione would be going back to Hogwarts to continue her education that September. As much as he knew how much it meant to her, he wasn’t looking forward to not being able to see her so often. If he was lucky, he’d been meeting her on the occasional Hogsmeade weekend until the holidays. He knew that was selfish, but he’d spent several years at Hogwarts pining after Hermione, only to find that when they had finally become a couple, he’d be seeing her less than he’d ever done before.

And, no, it wasn’t just the fact that he wouldn’t get to kiss her, either. She was his best friend; he loved spending time with her, even if it was just sitting quietly with her while she read a book or studied.

Their relationship was still very new, and they were both still adjusting to it. Ron was absolutely terrified that he was going to mess it up in some way. What if it ended like it had done with poor Lavender? But the other way round; what if Hermione got sick of him? He honestly didn’t know whether he could handle that. He’d been in love with her since he was… eleven? Twelve? He wasn’t sure. All he knew was that he wasn’t sure when he moved beyond seeing Hermione as purely his platonic best friend.

Ron looked down at the room key, which was laid on the table. Their shared room. With the double bed.

Ron swallowed nervously. When they’d been planning this all out, they’d never really discussed that they would be sharing a room. Granted, they had spent most of the previous year sharing a tent, but that had been different. For one thing, that was during the war, and Harry had been there as well.

Now it was just Ron and Hermione. In a room together. With one bed between them.

Deciding that not thinking about it would be a better idea, Ron moved his attention to Hermione’s notes.

She was understandably very concerned about her parents, and wanted to return their memories to them as soon as possible. Ron could also tell that Hermione felt an enormous amount of guilt over the fact that she had memory-charmed her parents in the first place. And, as much as he didn’t like to think about it, Ron was worried about how Mr and Mrs Granger would react once they discovered what Hermione had done to them.

All Ron knew was, he was here to help and support Hermione as best he could. He’d be with her through anything that might happen.

Normally, when people met their girlfriends parents for the first time, it’s not accompanying her to reverse a memory-altering spell. But Ron’s life had never really been “normal”, had it?

There was the sound of the bathroom door opening.

Hermione walked out, and Ron’s brain seemed to turn to mush.

She was wearing nothing but a large white towel, which covered everything between her armpits and her knees. Another towel was trapped around her hair. Ron could make out beads of water dripping down her neck.

Not seeming to notice Ron’s unabashed staring, Hermione picked up her notes from the table and sat down on the bed. Her forehead creased in concentration.

‘No,’ Ron said, walking over and picking the notes out of her hands. ‘Your eyes need a rest.’

‘I’m fine, Ron,’ Hermione said, huffily. ‘That bath was a great idea; I’m all good now.’

‘What you need is to relax,’ Ron said. ‘Remember what you were like during our O.W.L exams? You wouldn’t have eaten or slept if me and Harry hadn’t kept reminding you to.’

‘But I… well, I have to…’

‘We’re here in Australia, Hermione. You don’t need to worry; we’ll start searching tomorrow after we’re good and rested.’

‘But what if we can’t find my parents?!’ Hermione exclaimed, her eyes wide and frantic. ‘What if I reverse the spell wrong? What if they hate me for doing the memory charm in the first place? What if-’

‘Ssssh,’ Ron said, soothingly. ‘Hermione, you need to calm down. You’re getting yourself all worked up. You’ll be no good to your parents if you’ve having a panic attack.’

‘But what if they-’

‘We’ll deal with that if we reach that hurdle,’ Ron replied, calmly. ‘No good worrying about things that might not even happen.’

‘How are you so calm?’

‘Because I’m your boyfriend, and I’m here for you.’

He reached forward to hug her, but Hermione stood up and walked away.

Ron’s heart seemed to stop. This wasn’t good. Normally, Hermione welcomed hugs from him, even if she felt bad. Her not wanting physical contact with him meant… that she didn’t want to be close to him at all.

‘H-Hermione?’

Hermione turned. She had her hands over her mouth, but he could just see her lower lip quivering.

‘What’s wrong?’

‘It’s just…’ Hermione’s voice quavered. ‘What… what will happen when you get bored of me?’

Ron stared at her in confusion.

‘What? Bored of you? How do you-’

‘I’m not good with people!’ Hermione exclaiming, her eyes beginning to bead with tears. ‘I don’t know how to be in a relationship! I’ve already been beastly to you in the past; what if I do something that makes you lose interest completely?!’

‘I won’t get bored of you!’ Ron replied, guiding her back to the bed and pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket for her to use. ‘Hermione, how long have I known you? Since we were eleven. I’ve been hanging around you for years. I-’

‘Not as my boyfriend, though!’ Hermione wailed, blowing her nose. ‘I’ve b-been pining for you for years, and… oh, R-Ron, I just know I’m going to mess things up! I’m terrified I’ll do something worse than those g-godforsaken birds, and you’ll be done with me forever!’

‘No, you won’t,’ Ron said, cradling her head softly in his hands, before kissing her on the forehead. ‘Hermione, I’m just as scared of messing things up between us.’

‘Y-you are?’ Hermione asked, tearily looking up at him. ‘B-but why?’

‘Because I’ve been pining after you for years.’

‘R-really? Y-you mean that?’

Ron nodded.

‘I do. Hermione, I love you.’

There was a brief silence.

Then, before Ron knew quite what was happening, Hermione had launched herself at him and was kissing him hard on the mouth. Her hands wrapped round his shoulders, pressing her firmly against him.

Staggering backwards, Ron collapsed onto the bed. Hermione continued her fierce kissing, letting out soft moans against his lips as she did so. With a shock, Ron realised that the towel covering her was a lot thinner than he had expected. He could… feel certain parts of Hermione pressing into him.

Hermione eventually pulled back, her breathing heavy and her lips now slightly enflamed.

‘Do… do you mean that?’ she breathed, her face barely an inch from his. ‘Do… do you really love me?’

Still in shock from her passion, Ron nodded.

‘Y-yeah,’ he mumbled. ‘Have done for years. Sorry, I shouldn’t’ve-’

‘I love you too, Ron,’ Hermione whispered, her brown eyes warm. ‘I… I have done for so long, and I’m sorry that I wasn’t brave enough to say it until now.’

‘Really?’

Hermione nodded.

Ron pressed his lips to hers, gently.

‘How am I this lucky?’

‘What, because I’m lying on top of you naked aside from a towel-’

‘Hermione Granger!’ Ron laughed, feeling his ears burn. ‘Who would have thought you were such a saucy witch?’

‘Is that a problem, Ron Weasley?’ She said, pressed herself closer to him. ‘Feels to me like you aren’t complaining at all-’

With a husky growl, Ron flipped Hermione onto her back, and pressed his lips to hers once again. This time, his passion was far stronger, and he heard Hermione moan happily against his lips.

Breathlessly, Hermione pulled away.

‘Y-you’re definitely not complaining,’ she grinned, her chest heaving.

‘Not at all,’ Ron replied, smiling down at her. ‘Are you? I’m not going to push you if you don’t want to-’

‘I want to,’ Hermione said. ‘Now, hurry up.’

‘With what?’

The bushy-haired witch’s eyes burned with a look Ron had never seen before.

As Ron stared down at her in wonder, Hermione loosened her towel and unwrapped it.

‘Wow…’

Hermione’s cheeks flushed.

‘Was that an approving “wow”?’

‘Definitely,’ Ron breathed. ‘You’re bloody gorgeous, love.’

Hermione smiled.

‘Well… aren’t you going to join me?’

Grinning widely, Ron pulled his t-shirt over his head in one movement. Hermione gave an approving smile as his muscles flexed.

A few second later, his shorts and boxers were discarded too.

‘Wow…’ Hermione said, smiling. ‘God, this is an even better view that how I imagined it might be.’

‘I’ll take that as a compliment,’ Ron said, as he slid down on the mattress. ‘Oh, hang on a second-’

Summoning his wand from the table, Ron cast the contraceptive charm, which left both their bodies with a warm purple glow before fading.

‘Was that a non-verbal summon?’ Hermione asked, as Ron dropped his wand next to his clothes.

‘Trust you to get turned on by spellwork,’ Ron chuckled, beginning to press kisses to her thighs.

‘I am not!’ Hermione exclaimed, giggling. ‘I just appreciate the effort, that’s-oooohhhh…’

Ron grinned, as he began to explore her centre. Hermione was breathing heavily, her eyes had fluttered shut, and her skin was beginning to become covered in sweat. Which, given what Ron was currently doing, was a good sign.

He had obviously never done this sort of thing before, but that was okay. Neither of them had. All Ron knew was that he wanted Hermione to feel as good as possible. Remembering some tips from the “Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches” book, his hands began to roam softly around her body, exploring areas that he had spent most of his adolescence trying not to ever think about.

Judging from the sounds Hermione began to make, she wasn’t complaining.

‘Ron… please…’ Hermione said, and Ron looked up at her. Her face was tender and her voice was pleading. ‘I need you…’

‘Are… are you sure?’

‘Yes, Ron. P-please…’

Scrambling up the bed, Ron lay down with her, and pressed a kiss to her lips.

‘Merlin…’ he moaned, as he cradled her close to him. ‘Hermione, I love you so much.’

‘I… I love you too, Ron,’ Hermione whispered. ‘God… oh… Ron…’

Ron could already feel his self-control beginning to strain. But he clearly wasn’t the only one. Hermione’s legs were now pressing around him, as she pulled him closer to her. Her eyes had fluttered shut again.

‘G-gonna…’

‘O-okay,’ Hermione gasped, gazing up at him. ‘Do it…Ron…’

Ron moved one last time, and lay still, their bodies still entwined.  

‘That was…’

‘Brilliant,’ she finished, smiling at him.

Ron lay down on the mattress next to her, and the two of them lay, their breathing returning to normal.

‘Really? I’m… I’m sorry I couldn’t go on for-’

‘There’s always a next time,’ Hermione said. ‘Besides, we’ve got the rest of our lives to get… more acquainted with each other’s rhythms.’

‘That’s true. Did I at least… help you… y’know?’

Hermione blushed.

‘Well, yes.’

‘Oh, really?’ Ron said, grinning. ‘Well, probably just due to the build-up of everything, I expect, but I’ll take what I can get.’

Hermione giggled.

‘Do most men get excited about that?’

‘Only the smart ones.’

Hermione cuddled into Ron’s side. Her face was peaceful, and she put an arm across Ron’s stomach, hugging him closely.

‘You’re wonderful, Ron,’ she said, softly. ‘Truly. I couldn’t imagine I’d ever be lucky enough to have you.’

Ron felt his ears pinken under her praise.

‘And I know you always try to brush it off when people praise you,’ she continued, giving him a knowing look. ‘So just humour me, okay? No comments about how you’re nothing special. Because you are special. In more ways that you could possibly imagine.’

‘I love you,’ Ron said, kissing her on the forehead. ‘So much.’

‘I love you too,’ she said, smiling as she nuzzled into his side. ‘Thank you for being here with me, Ron.’

‘Wouldn’t miss it for the world.’

The two of them smiled, before drowsiness finally overcame them, and they drifted off, their breathing soft as they lay together. In the morning, they would be looking for Mr and Mrs Granger but, in the meantime, they had each other.

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Thanks for reading, everyone! Hope you liked it!

[naturalswifty89]

Never seen her like this Klaus and Diego Hargreeves x Sibling Reader

word count:2016

summary: You’re always there for your brothers and they don’t know how much you need them. 

Platonic relationship, a little bit of Five x Reader

warnings: a few curse words, sort of sad, nothing too depressing. and i think it’s a bit OOC as well so sorry about that. 

Diego and Klaus were your best friends. Klaus would tell you everything, and so would Diego. 

Yet you had no one to talk to.. you felt like you had to be strong for them. You felt like you needed to be a pillar to lean on, open arms to fall into without crumbling. 

You were there for Klaus when he came back to the present.. when he lost the love of his life. You were there for Diego when he lost Eudora and your mom. They let their walls down and trusted you to be their security. And you were. 

It had been a couple of days since Klaus and Diego confided in you, and you were beginning to break. You did your best to keep in your heartbreak, but it wasn't breaking for the things you were going through. No, that wasn't all of it. Just because you were dealing with your father's death and reliving the heartbreak you felt after Five disappeared and just suddenly came back. You were also dealing with Klaus' heartbreak at how he lost the only one he truly loved to something so brutal and he could do nothing to stop it.. You were dealing with Diego's heartbreak getting to the woman he loved a little too late, being with your mother as he pulled her plug. And you see, Five was the love of your life and you suffered his loss, never really stopped grieving. Then he showed up out of nowhere and all of these feelings came rushing back. You never let it show though. 

There you sat in your room, knees pulled up to your chest and tears falling from your eyes. Choking sobs back as to not alert anyone else in the house. When you closed your eyes all you saw were flashbacks of your moments with your brothers, the moment your lost love flooded back into your life. The end of the world was coming and all you could do was sit there and cry. 

All of a sudden you let out a loud whimper and that's when you began to let your sobs fall from your lips. You were loud enough that you couldn't hear the two pairs of footsteps rushing down the hall. 

The door was locked when Klaus and Diego tried to open it, but Diego easily picked the lock and they burst through the door. There you sat on your bed face buried in your knees and sobs shaking your body. 

"(Y/n)... sweetheart what's wrong?" Klaus asked slowly making his way over to you. You jumped at his voice and your head snapped up. Seeing both of your brothers standing there you wiped your tears and gave them a weak smile. 

Diego closed the door and came to sit with you both. 

"Nothing, nothing’s wrong. I'm alright." You gave them both a smile. 

Looking at both of them and seeing how broken they were made your lip quiver. 

"Don't bullshit us (y/n). We saw you crying, we heard you sobbing so hard you shook. Now spill." Klaus looks at Diego with a glare. As to say be nice. 

"It's ok (y/n), I know I'm not great at this comforting thing.. but you can talk to me. To us.  About anything." Klaus said, sounding sincere as he ever has been. Diego nodded in agreement. 

You looked between the two and and your eyes welled with tears and sobs started to get caught in your throat once again. Diego looked at you, he'd never seen you like this. So broken and looking so scared. 

"I love you both with everything I have. Everything. Seeing you so broken and so hurt.. seeing everything you love in life being ripped away from you in such a cruel way. Both of the people you love being taken by the same weapon and so quickly. Hearing both of you cry over not being able to stop it, and not getting to say a proper goodbye." You cry loudly to them, grabbing both of their hands to kiss them hoping to bring a sense of comfort to them even if you were hurting. Both of the boy's eyes were glossing over at your words. 

"(Y/n), it's ok.." Diego said quietly squeezing your hand and trying to look into your eyes. 

"Really (y/n).." Klaus followed up. 

You shook your head and felt the tears dripping on your lashes spatter across your cheeks. 

"No.. no. I know it's not ok. I'm here for you. I'm being strong for you, because I love you and I want to help lift you up and keep you from falling. You both deserve so much more than life gives you. You deserve love and happiness and a steady place to rest. I want to be that for you because you're my brothers, my best friends and I never want you to feel broken. I'm sorry about this. I'm ok though, ok it's over. I'm ok." You said and sighed. Your hands began to get sweaty and so you pulled them away wiping them on your sheets before wiping your eyes. 

Klaus looked at you with tears now falling from his eyes and Diego swallowing the lump in his throat. They had never seen this side of you and they never knew you felt like this. Didn't know you were so dejected.

Seeing you wipe your tears  they knew you needed to get this off of your chest and just cry. 

"C'mere (y/n), you need us now, and we're gonna be here for you. You don't need to be so  strong right now." Diego said reaching for your hand once again. You looked at him with red puffy eyes, and a red nose. Klaus then moved around so he was sitting next to Diego so that he was facing you as well. "Oh, sweetheart.. please don't hide from us. We want to be here for you. It's not a need, it's a want. Now c'mon tell us what else is wrong." Klaus raised his hand to brush his thumb over your cheek. 

You stared at them before practically throwing yourself towards Klaus. He caught you and sat you on his lap so your legs laid across his and Diego's. 

You sat and let out a small whimper before sighing trying to control your breathing. Your head was buried in his chest as you tried to settle down. 

Lifting your face Diego rested his hand on your calf rubbing soothing circles across it. Klaus just held you.. You felt yourself release a sigh of relief in finally being able to show your feelings and get out what was hurting you. "F-f-five.. is back. He's back, after 17 years.. 17 years.. I loved him.. he was and sadly still is the only one who I've ever been in love with. He left me.. and I- I didn't know what to do. I waited for him for so long. Now.. he's here, and I don't know.. what to do.. I'll never not love him and he never looked my way.. he said he loved me, he left, he came back 17 years later and has never bothered to look in my direction. The end of the fucking world is in days and I've never even gotten to spend days with a person that loves me. I've never gotten to lie next to someone and feel like I was the most content and safe I'd ever been. I've never gotten to kiss someone who wouldn't leave. I never got to have the life that I dreamed of having with the one person I loved the most." You said. Finally being able to get out all of the things that have been eating away at you, slowly and agonizingly tearing a piece of your soul away day by day. You had people to lean on.

 *Klaus' POV*

 I've never seen her like this. So broken and scared. She’s never been this vulnerable in front of me.Her eyes were red and puffy and her usually rosy cheeks were tear stained. 

There she sat clinging to me and spilling her heart out. How could I not have seen her hurting like this?Hearing her talk about me and Diego. I never knew that she cared about us like that. Don't get me wrong I know she cares but I had no clue it affected her this much. She hears us out and still stays strong enough to love us like she does.

 Hearing her talk about Five, I can hear her heart breaking through her speech. It kills me to hear my sister, the woman who has never faltered to be there for anyone that needs her; quickly toppling over like a paper house.

 I just hold her close and stroke her hair hoping to give her some sense of the peace she gives to me.I look to Diego and see that tears are glistening in his eyes. Who knew we would all be here today holding each other like our lives depended on it.

 *Diego's POV*

I look over at Klaus and see tears on his cheeks as well as on (y/n)'s cheeks. Seeing my strong beautiful sister shatter right in front of me  is hurting me more than I ever thought it could. Her hair is messy, her voice is hoarse from crying so hard. I had no clue that she was feeling so crippled by this damage we never even knew she was harboring. And like she needed to carry the weight of our baggage along with hers. I don't understand why she never told me. "Why didn't you tell us (y/n)?" I asked keeping a firm grip on her calf. She looked up at me shamefully, as if she was scared to tell us. "I didn't want you to worry about me when you already had and have so much that is weighing on your hearts. I-i just wanted you both to have your minds clear enough to grieve your own losses." She said looking away from me and Klaus. I shook my head and took a shaky breath.

 *3rd person POV*

Diego took a shaky breath before grabbing your hand and squeezing it. Klaus moved hair away from your face that was sticking to your damp cheeks. "Honey, we have room in our hearts for you and we have the strength enough to carry you just as much as you do us." Klaus whispered planting a kiss on top of your head. "We are here for you. You can cry, or scream. You can punch and kick. No matter what we'll be here when you need us most." Diego said clearly moving your legs off of his so he can pull you into his lap from Klaus'. “I adore you boys, and I could never imagine my life without you. Seeing you hurt is shattering, and I’d do anything for you. I really can’t believe you’ve seen me like this and I’m sorry.. But I can’t even begin to explain how much this moment means to me. It’ll be a landmark in my life, even if my life will only last a few more days. Unless we can stop this. I just love you boys and I can’t express how much I will always carry you no matter how I’m feeling.” You said and wrapped your arms around each of them. You all hold each other close.You all had tears in your eyes once again just embracing the feeling of love and support that was resonating in that moment.

"You know, I think Five needs to take that stick out of his ass. He really is a cranky and rude little guy." Klaus said. You all start to laugh and you pull away. You sit on the bed in-between them and sigh. "Five really is just a cranky old man-child.. but I can't help but love him." You said and shook your head before looking down. They chuckle and you lean up to kiss their cheeks. 

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Jessica X and Fruipit

                                              CHAPTER 11

After dinner, they tried to just hang out and be comfortable with each other again, and they did succeed. To a degree. It wasn't completely the same, but at least they could talk and laugh, enjoy each other's company. That was the most important thing.

Still… something was missing, and it couldn't be denied. Anna knew, deep in her heart, that it was the Elsa-Tori component to their relationship. They had tried ignoring it, and it almost worked; they were able to share small moments, talk about their days. And that part was great! But that desire always rose to the surface again at some point.

Elsa might have been older, but this version of her was glamorous and attractive. Anna had never had a 'thing' for older women, either; this was completely new territory. In fact, she didn't develop crushes beyond simply thinking someone was cute on a regular basis. Apparently, it had to be giving her own mother a simple massage that forced her to admit her feelings.

Then there was Punz. How would she feel about this? That she still had these feelings, that they weren't all left behind in the 80s? What a minefield she had stumbled into!

When bedtime came close, she waited for Elsa to announce that she was going. Then Anna followed her into the bedroom. She was silent as she watched Elsa unbutton her shirt. Then, as she was unzipping the side of her skirt, she turned… and saw her there.

"Yes?" she asked as mildly as she could. When Anna only shrugged, she said, "I really don't know if it's very smart for you to stand there while I change."

But Anna didn't reply. After a few seconds, Elsa opened her mouth as if to speak further. But instead, she closed it again and finished unzipping the pencil skirt, letting it drop to around her ankles.

Anna had to swallow a couple of times. Sure, Elsa's body wasn't 17 years old, and there were signs of it. Subtle stretch marks and cellulite was present – perhaps Elsa thought the sight would run Anna off. Make her realise that she was thirty years older and Anna wasn't interested.

If that was her intention, it had the opposite effect.

Talking would have ruined it, Anna felt, so she said nothing as she stepped forward. Elsa had crossed her legs where she stood, and she didn't keep going. Waiting for a reaction. Still, she seemed mildly surprised when Anna bent down to pick the skirt up. Elsa had to move so she was no longer standing in it, and while she kept her eyes trained on her daughter, Anna actually kept hers lowered. She didn't want to see what was on her mother's face. Not yet. So she picked the skirt up and set it on the duchess.

Then, she approached her mother. Before Elsa had a chance to back away further, Anna's nimble fingers were at the hem of her blouse, fingers slowly undoing the bottom buttons. There was a gasp, but no complaint.

When she slid the shirt back and off, Elsa began to whisper, "Listen… Anna, I don't think you realise what-"

"No," Anna whispered, raising a single finger to rest against her lips. Her mother's eyes widened a fraction of an inch. "Not 'Anna' tonight."

"We can't. Please, I don't want…" But Anna was fixing her with a pointed stare. And for the first time since she had arrived in this alternate present, Elsa looked just as scared and confused as the Elsa she had left behind in the past. "Tori, I don't know if I could live with myself afterward. And you know why."

At least she respected Anna's wish. That deserved Anna respecting one of hers in return. "I know. And I get that, but… I don't know if I can handle dancing around it."

"What dancing?" Her lips quivered, and she raised a hand to cup Anna's cheek… and she felt gooseflesh burst out all over her arms and legs. "I know what I want. But I can't have it. Don't you understand that? We have a hard time resisting this pull, but I can't… I still don't want to hurt my little girl!"

The tears were coming. Trying to head them off, she whispered, "I'm not a little girl anymore. Maybe I'm your daughter, but I'm no child. We are both old enough to know what we want – and we are both crazy about each other. What else matters?"

"Only everything!" As the moisture collected at the corners of her eyes, Elsa chanced a weak little smile. "Crazy about me, huh?"

"Yeah. I don't really get it, either; I mean, I still like Punz just as much as I did before, but you are so…" Her words ran out, so instead she only pressed a hand into the one cupping her cheek, holding it there while she let her eyes fall closed. Basking in this closeness that they could only so rarely enjoy.

"I may have exaggerated how over Tori… over you, I was," Elsa admitted, and it was clear to Anna that it had been a struggle for her to say. Still, progress, she thought. "I still want you. But I don't know if I can handle the repercussions."

"I know I could." Anna slipped into a sitting position on the bed, pulling Elsa around to face her, burying her nose in her stomach, planting feather light kisses on her abdomen.

Elsa exhaled sharply, the sheer eroticism of the moment not lost on her. "Wait. Stop." Anna complied, although she looked mildly hurt. "I don't want to do this to you," she started before Anna cut her off.

"Do what, Elsa? I'm an adult, I can make my own decisions and I'm telling you I want this!"

"You want to cheat on Jennifer?" Elsa shot back, a brief flash of anger in her voice. "You want to become some kind of heart breaking monster? With your own mother, is that what you want?"

The guilt hit Anna like a freight train and she felt herself coming apart a little. Elsa pulled her close, the hug turning more platonic as her voice turned gentler again.

"You want to do this, Tori? Lets do it right, or not at all. Heaven knows I'm going to struggle with this madness enough as it is." Elsa stroked Anna's hair as she reflected that never before in her life had getting something she wanted hurt so very, very much.

"Elsa…" She let that much slip. Just enough, the amount needed to show that she still saw her that way. Then she hugged back harder. "Okay. I'm sorry, I don't mean to be so pushy… just… wh-when I want you so much…"

She could feel her mother nodding. "You haven't had thirty years to figure out your feelings like I have. Everything's so fresh and new, especially sexuality… I tried to tell you that was the difference. Why I'm trying to navigate this for both of us. Not because it's impossible for you, but because it's… harder without as much experience. That's all."

"I know, Mom. I know. Maybe at first I thought you were kind of… treating me like a kid, and you still kinda are, but I know you're not doing it to be mean! God!"

"Of course not. I love you so much… I never would want to hurt you, even the slightest amount!"

Drawing back, Anna kissed her lips very briefly, and she felt Elsa's shock. But she drew back right after. "You wouldn't be. And if I thought you really don't want to… be with me like that, I'd back off. But between you waking me up like that, and that foot massage… and how good you look right now…"

"I look old," Elsa tried to correct her, cupping her cheek. "And I am. You should be with someone your own age. Even if it wasn't Jennifer, someone a little closer…"

But Anna couldn't focus on the latter part of that. She could only focus on the former. "You think you look 'old'? And that's it, not 'good for your age', or 'DAMN what a hot mom'? Bullshit. You're amazing."

"Anna, that's not… normal," she said, cheeks turning darker. "You shouldn't be attr- like older women. You shouldn't want to be with… me…"

"But I want to!" Anna cried. And yeah she really felt like crying because Elsa was half-naked next to her and she was craving. So. Bad. The peaks of Elsa's nipples still stood out against her chest, though not so much as before. Good. That was for the best. It reminded Anna of that moment on Doc's couch, testing the waters with Elsa. Testing herself, too.

She knew how upset Punz would be about this development. And it wasn't one of those 'too-late-to-turn-back-now' kinds of things. They absolutely could recover from this; choices were involved. Deliberate choices.

Closing her eyes, Anna surged forward, pressing her lips solidly against Elsa's. They stayed there, kneading softly, before she backed away. Swallowing her tears, she stood from the bed. Elsa looked exactly how she felt: flushed, aroused. Sad. But she at least still managed a soft smile, gentle even though it didn't quite reach her eyes.

"I think… it's time for bed, Anna."

"I'm sorry, Mom… I'm really, really sorry."

"Goodnight," she croaked. Anna just nodded and retreated to her room.

It took a very long time to fall asleep that night.

                                                         ~ o ~

The next few days were awkward. Anna hadn't had a chance to talk to Punz, and each moment that passed just made it hard to bring up what was on her mind. Jennifer, bless her soul, didn't pry, even though she knew something was up.

And Anna didn't push her mother any further. The morning after, she woke up horrified to remember how forward she was. With all they had discussed before that! She knew that she was right about how strong their attraction was, but at the same time… Elsa was right, too. They couldn't be together. No one would ever accept a mother and daughter dating; not a biological pair like they were. Between that and the part where they also still wanted that mother-daughter relationship at the same time, it was a huge problem all around. Telling herself that didn't help as much as it should, though.

Finally, she did break down and tell Jennifer on their way home from school Thursday. And she was upset, and did try to reprimand Anna a few times, but with all the sobbing Anna was doing she eventually gave it up as useless. Not to mention adding insult to injury.

"Guess it was too much to hope that you could just say 'the past is in the past' and the feelings would go away," she finally whispered into Anna's hair after twenty minutes of gross feelings being expunged.

"I'm sorry!" she growled into Punz's jacket lapel. "I tried, I really did, I thought I could do it, but she's just… I can't forget, I can't!"

Hands caressed up and down her back for a few seconds. "You don't have to forget. You just have to move on. That is possible, you know. So… maybe it's time to really think about… seeing someone. Professionally."

Anna nodded pathetically. "I know," she said softly. "It's… been mentioned…"

Punz made a soft noise, her hands gently scratching through Anna's hair. She was silent for a moment, but at least this silence wasn't judgmental at all. When finally she did speak, it was to say something so entirely unexpected that, had Anna still been crying, it would have been enough to shut her up.

"What if… we went to see Doc Pabbie?"

"Um…" Anna began as she stared at her. The idea was so ludicrous that at first she had no idea what to say. "Punz…you know he's not like… that kind of doctor, don't you?"

Punz nodded, a quick jerky movement that had her looking more excited than anything. "I know, but he's a genius!" she said, leaning back enough so she could see Anna proper. "He's got a time machine. He's probably been to the future! Why don't we just ask him for some… y'know… help?"

"Well…" Anna didn't know what to follow that up with. "Well, I… guess it couldn't hurt. But I still don't know what you think he could do for us."

"Has to be better than feeling like a weird mother-lover all the time." Patting her knee, she nodded at the steering wheel. "Come on. Let's go see what he has to say."

                                                        ~ o ~

"Great Scott."

Sighing, Anna flopped back into the couch. That had been about what she expected from him: a muttered oath of surprise and no true answers. "Yeah."

"Hmm. For some reason, I had not suspected it would continue to grow more wildly out of control in such a fashion, especially once you had been returned to your original time period… but apparently, this inexorable pull of yours can't be held back with a few choice words."

"It's kind of freaking me out by this point. Like, we both have been actually trying to just be… family, and then this. And I do love Punz!" Here, she picked up Jennifer's hand and squeezed it, and got a squeeze in return. Not an enthusiastic one, but she was there, being supportive. It counted for a lot. "So… is there anything you know from the future that could help me figure this out?"

"Oh, no no no, my dear girl," he said with a nervous chuckle as he went back to sketching something on his writing desk. It was some kind of design that looked like a train, but Anna was too preoccupied to take a closer look. "No relevant information to mother-daughter relations, I'm afraid."

Jennifer leaned in a little. "What about something to block unwanted thoughts? Like, for both of them. Some kind of future technology?"

Again, he shook his head. "Do you know the side effects should anyone uncover future technology here?" he asked. "It would be disastrous!" When both Anna and Punz just cocked an eyebrow and looked at the DeLorean, he relented. "Well, fine, it does exist. It was ruled unconscionable by the International Human Rights Services – very dangerous, and it could permanently hinder your ability to learn new information. Imagine being stuck with only your current knowledge from 2015 and before for the rest of your lives! Sorry girls, you're going to have to do this the hard way."

Anna could have cried. Why was this so impossible? She felt Punz squeeze her hand again, this one far more sympathetic than before. Looked like a ridgy-didge mind-doctor was the only way to go. Surely the confidentiality clause meant they wouldn't go to the cops for incestuous liaisons – or time travel. Hopefully they also wouldn't share stories at yearly Shrink Festivals or anything like that, either.

"Also, tell your mother the same thing. She's likely forgotten if she didn't tell you."

Wait, what? Anna turned to Punz, only to find her girlfriend already looking at her. Okay, so she didn't misunderstand that.

"Doctor Pabbie…" Punz hedged, "Are you… are you saying that Mrs McFly has come to see you?"

He just looked at the two of them. "Why, of course she has! Where else would she have gone when she realised?"

"Literally anywhere else but here!" Anna cried. "What did she want?"

Suddenly, for the very first time since she'd met him, Doc looked quite unsure of himself. "I think… perhaps… you should talk to your mother…"

"That's not very easy right now, Doc! Haven't you been listening? I'm going out of my head here, I…"

"Talk to her. Just… sit down, keep your hands, feet, and objects to yourselves, and speak to each other with unflinching honesty. There's always a way forward if you keep looking for it. Do you know who taught me that?"

Sighing, she rubbed her forehead, not ready for some history lesson. "Who?"

"You."

"HUH?"

Gesturing to his desk, he smiled over at her. "Coming to me from the future, telling me that my efforts would pay off? It gave me a glimpse of a brighter path. Evidently, one that I didn't need or I would never have invented the time machine in the first place, which would cause a chain reac-"

"Yeah, yeah, paradox thing." Then she allowed herself a slight smile. "Some good things did come out of me fucking everything up, I guess."

"You didn't ruin the future, Anna. Don't worry."

As she got up and Punz went along with her, she paused by the door to look over her shoulder. The old man looked like he had a thousand things on his mind. "You know… even though I had to go back in time and hit on Elsa to get the mother I always wanted, weirdness or no weirdness… I didn't have to do that to find a good dad." And that was as direct as she felt like she could be with him.

                                                        ~ o ~

Punz offered to stick around for the talk, but Anna wouldn't hear of it. This wasn't her fight, and it wasn't the kind of potential ugliness she wanted her girlfriend to have to deal with. Not when the whole reason behind it rested squarely on her own shoulders. So they left each other on the front doorstop, Punz giving Anna a sound, yet chaste, kiss on her lips.

"Good luck," she whispered. Anna appreciated the sentiment more than she could say. So, she simply offered a smile, and hung about on the step until Punz had returned to her car and driven out of sight. She needed the extra time to mentally prepare herself, anyway.

Time for some answers, she supposed. Taking a breath, she unlocked the door and stepped through.

"Mom…?"

No answer. A quick glance at her phone told Anna that it was peak 'mom should be home' time, so where was she? Great, all of Anna's mental preparation, wasted.

Sighing, she stepped into the kitchen. Pulling the milk from the fridge, she didn't bother to grab a glass, instead uncapping the bottle and drinking straight from it. All the while, she was thinking, running a list through her mind of all the places Elsa might be. It was entirely possible that she jumped right on ahead and found a shrink. Especially after the previous night. But even if she had, and if she wanted Anna to go – either individually or together – Doc's words still rang in her ears.

Honesty. Perhaps it was a good thing that Elsa wasn't here because she still needed to get her thoughts in order. She needed to be honest with Elsa. Truthful. Even if… even if the truth was painful and her mother didn't want to hear it, she had to.

But Elsa never returned that night. Anna tried to busy herself, actually cleaning up her room, doing homework. Puttering. But never did her mother poke her head back in.

Someone else did, however…

"Hey, girls!" Kristoff called out when he got in the door. "Sorry I didn't wait, honey, but you didn't reply to my text so I just got an Uber. Anybody home?"

"DAD!" Anna called out, flying at him from the living room. He dropped his shoulderbag and quickly caught her up in a hug, one that threatened to melt away all of her unease. It didn't quite accomplish that, but it made a good attempt.

"Booger!" He pet over her hair and back for a moment, but when she didn't let go, he drew concerned and pushed her backward slightly. "Hey, hey… what's the matter?"

"Mom's gone! I don't know… she won't answer her phone, and I think I really fucked up!"

Frowning at her, she could really see the lines in his face now, slight as they were compared with the ones of her old father. Again, this was more like the Kristoff she had met in the 80s, only aged a bit, instead of the totally different person her old father had been.

"What's wrong?"

She told him. Over the course of an hour, she told her father everything, and he listened with far more patience than anyone else would have, sitting with her and eventually giving her a beer from the fridge.

"But I'm not old enough," she blubbered.

"I won't tell if you won't. Besides, I think this counts as a special emergency." Twisting off the cap, he set it down in front of her then plopped down at the kitchen table. "I'm so sorry, honey… I thought the best plan was to continue my tour and give you two time to do… whatever it was you would do. Should have known Elsa wouldn't be able to let go of her hangups that easily."

"You don't care that your daughter wants to bang your wife?"

"Of course I care. Like with that beer, this isn't the average situation; time travel is involved. You two met when you were both the same age, and both more or less strangers to each other. Even if you knew who Elsa was, you didn't know her the way you knew her in the present day, right?"

Anna was stunned. How did he understand everything so well? "I… what… y-yeah, that's it. That's it exactly. And my old present-mom was way different from this present-mom, too. This one's just the one from back then grown up. The mom I lost… she was a whole other person. That's Mom, and this is Elsa."

"Right. So even though it does make me a little uneasy, not nearly as much as if it were Wendy, or another family member who never time travelled. You just have to think about these things fourth-dimensionally; strange attractors theories. Imagining that you exchanged your actual mother for an alternate reality version really takes away from the yuck factor. Almost could write a story about it, if it wouldn't bring too much light on our family."

"Guess I forgot what you do for a living," she laughed weakly. His chuckle was a lot heartier, and he reached over to clap her on the shoulder. "So… do you think maybe Mom checked into a hotel or something? Just to get away from the situation?"

"Probably all it is, Anna." With a shrug, he took the beer from her once he saw she wasn't going to touch it and took a swig. "But I've been able to tell that she wasn't over you as much as she thought. There were plenty of signs along the way. Just… wouldn't have done much good to take that security blanket away from her, when all she would do is fight with me about that."

"You two still fight, huh?"

"Only about that. And financial things, but those are more like 'stern discussions'." Anna smiled slightly. "Nothing major, and we try to never go to bed angry. Hash it out first and get to a solution."

"Okay, good. So…" Stretching, she stood up and rubbed her face. "I… want to try to go find Mom, but I also don't want to crowd her. Should I wait until tomorrow?"

Her father nodded, setting the bottle down. "Probably for the best. Considering how clear you made your feelings, I'd say time to think it over is a bare minimum."

"Thanks, Dad. I… I think I'll just…" She had been about to say 'go to my room', but thought better of it. "Do you want some help unpacking?"

His smile was a lot wider than she would have expected. "Sure, kiddo. We have plenty of time."

                                                        ~ o ~

So they did. And he spent the rest of the night hanging out with his daughter, getting to know her a little better. It was a completely different experience from getting to know Elsa again, since Kristoff really was just a father to her. The love was actually not all that different from her old father, who had always clearly been able to show it, even if mostly just with words rather than actions since he had been too spineless to discipline her, or do much of anything else.

But Anna couldn't stop thinking about her mother the entire time. Wanting to be with her, even if she turned down her advances. She tried to be satisfied with her father, and Wendy and John when they got home, and texting Jennifer to keep her informed. But beneath those surface comforts, all she wanted was her mommy.

Elsa didn't return that night. Nor did she return the next morning. Eventually, Anna did go to school with Punz, but she really began to worry. Where the hell was she?

Or perhaps the question she should have asked…

When the hell was she?

                                                        NOT THE END!

                                                        TO BE CONCLUDED… IN PART III

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Fabulous Olicity Fanfic Friday - April 26th, 2019

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

Tumblr Drabble - Bow by @dreamsofolicity -This takes place somewhere in 5x18, after Oliver disbands the team. It’s pretty angsty but my mind kind of wouldn’t leave me alone about it. https://archiveofourown.org/works/11833266/chapters/26782701

Home To You multi-chapter Complete by @the-shy-and-anxious-fangirl - Oliver Queen has never done what his family expected of him. He took a gap year after high school instead of going to college right away. He quit his fraternity sophomore year to join the student newspaper, switching his major from business to journalism. He became a photojournalist for a wire service instead of taking a place at Queen Consolidated. He went missing after six months instead of coming home for his sister’s twenty-first birthday. He survived five years of captivity in a war zone when everyone thought he was dead. He came home. But home didn’t have a place for him in it anymore. His parents were both dead, casualties of their own mistakes and a city they had turned against them. His sister was all grown up, the CEO of Queen Consolidated with a fiancé and a dog and a life of her own. Oliver didn’t belong in his old life, but there was nowhere else for him to go. He was a man without a home, without any way of finding one, until he stopped by the IT department of his sister’s company to get files off an old, battered memory card, and found a woman with curly blonde hair and bright, intelligent eyes chewing on a bright red pen and swearing at a computer screen. https://archiveofourown.org/works/12613188/chapters/28734552

With the Speed of an Arrow multi-chapter WIP by @academyofshipping -Oliver Queen’s elite and silver-spoon life has taken some blows in the past few years, but he is still the carefree billionaire everyone knows of and loves. When his role in the family business is in jeopardy and he is introduced to a motley of new people, his status quo is threatened. With a changed perspective, Oliver realizes his feeling for his best friend and anchor-in-life, Felicity Smoak, may be more than just platonic. OR A modern adaption of Jane Austen’s Emma with a gender swap* and no island. *Knowing that gender is not binary https://archiveofourown.org/works/16559846/chapters/38799857

Overwatch multi-chapter Complete by @it-was-a-red-heeler - A burglary attempt convinces the Mayor of Starling City to hire Smoak Technologies to strengthen his security. But between the sassy AI watching him 24/7 and the personal trainer with his own reasons to kill him, Oliver may wish he’d stuck with his baseball bat for protection. https://archiveofourown.org/works/17500640/chapters/41221793

A Soul Lost at Sea multi-chapter WIP by @tinaday3w - MAGNIFICENT regency romance where Oliver is a pirate who had returned to his previous life. http://archiveofourown.org/works/8181362/chapters/22297091

One Step Ahead multi-chapter WIP by @stephswims - Felicity Acerbi is married to esteemed Italian mob boss. Married after a failed business deal with her father, she is forced into a life decided for her. That is until a new bodyguard is hired. https://archiveofourown.org/works/16959333/chapters/39855036

| ONE | (Oliver the Footballer) multi-chapter WIP @someonesaidcake - Felicity Smoak had a plan; to save enough money to kick her monotonous job and start up the company of her dreams. She made good plans, solid plans, attainable plans. He was never part of her plan. His name was Oliver Queen, the reclusive Brazilian football star with a broken smile and a story to tell. He'd never planned on her either. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15005402/chapters/34779542

Will Fate Allow? multi-chapter WIP by @mindramblingsfics - Seeing her parent's marriage dissolve at a young age made Felicity yearn for a healthy marriage of her own. She thought she'd finally found what she was looking for when Billy Malone showed up offering her what her heart desired. She thought she was happy and had everything she could want, but things began to unravel. Slowly she turned to someone who had become an unparalleled constant in her life...Oliver Queen. Oliver and Felicity are the definition of polar opposites. He is the mob boss that strikes fear in the hearts many, while she is seen as the sweet girl next door, but there is more to both of them underneath the surface. Along the way, they become connected to one another leading to their lives being intertwined forever. https://archiveofourown.org/works/16521596/chapters/38699951

The Voice on the Line multi-chapter WIP by @faegal04 -After his relationship ends, Oliver moves back to Starling to get his life back on track. He's not ready for a physical relationship so his best friend Tommy gives him the number for a local company, Quiver, a local phone sex business. Oliver calls one night and starts speaking with a girl whose voice just does things to him. When he falls for the voice on the line and finds himself calling all the time just to hear her, he knows he has to make a decision. Will they meet? Can each of them get over their pasts? https://archiveofourown.org/works/18511543/chapters/43870330

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

2 + 2 Equals a Family multi-chapter Complete by @mogirl97 - When Oliver Queen and Felicity Smoak both reach for the last Lego Batman set on the shelf at the same time one December night while holiday present shopping for their kids, they have no idea that their chance encounter is going to change their lives. https://archiveofourown.org/works/11853030/chapters/26760468

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

Paging Dr. Smoak multi-chapter WIP by @laxit21 - When Oliver Queen gets into a car accident, he meets Dr. Felicity Smoak. He had no idea how much a chance meeting would change his life. https://archiveofourown.org/works/17262497/chapters/40595483

Love By Contradiction multi-chapter WIP by @pimsiepim - When Felicity meets Oliver, it’s anything but romantic. Taking her best friend’s spot at a speed-dating event wasn’t exactly how she had pictured spending her Friday night. Meeting said best friend’s soulmate? Even less expected. And even though Felicity never really believed in that silly prediction a fortune teller made ten years ago, the occasion is just too good to pass up. Alena is stuck in a toxic relationship and maybe what she needs to finally get over her ex… is to get underneath someone else. Mission “Get-Alena-And-Oliver-Together” is on the way, and Felicity will stop at nothing to make sure her best friend gets her happily ever after. Nothing. Not even Alena’s lack of interest, or Oliver’s weird tendency to ask Felicity out on fake dates. The plan is perfect, the execution flawless... except for one small detail: it’s not Alena who’s starting to fall for the guy... https://archiveofourown.org/works/18550876/chapters/43969807

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

seemingly impossible (but not untrue) multi-chapter WIP by @alexiablackbriar13 - Young genius historian Dr Felicity Smoak unknowingly and accidentally calls up a bewitched alchemical manuscript within the Oxford Bodleian Libraries - a book that has been lost for centuries. Descended from an old and distinguished line of witches, Felicity wants nothing to do with magic, despite her unruly and powerful abilities. But her discovery of Ashmole 782 sets the world of creatures stirring; with a mystery afoot and new, dangerous magical abilities manifesting for her to navigate, she is approached by the enigmatic vampire biochemist Professor Oliver Queen, who seems to have a deep interest in both the manuscript… and her. Based on A Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness. https://archiveofourown.org/works/16224353/chapters/37923743  

Twist of Fate by @wrldtravler for the Olicity Fan Art/Fanfic Appreciation Exchange - A lovely tumble through Arrow season 3 https://olicity-fanwork-exchange.tumblr.com/post/184295774082/twist-of-fate

Always by @icannotbelieveiamhere for the Olicity Fan Art/Fanfic Appreciation Exchange - My “Always” fic takes place right after episode 5.20 “Underneath”. It explores some of the issues Oliver and Felicity discovered while they were trapped under the bunker. Oliver and Felicity reflect on their time together and Oliver has a chance to thank his team and explain why he tried to disband the team after Adrian Chase tortured him. https://olicity-fanwork-exchange.tumblr.com/post/184298507947/always

Perfect Illusion by @jemmaacarters for the Olicity Fan Art/Fanfic Appreciation Exchange - In this version of season two, Felicity give Oliver a but more push back on her “promotion.” https://olicity-fanwork-exchange.tumblr.com/post/184299342269/perfect-illusion

Tumblr Drabbles multi-chapter WIP by @dreamsofolicity - This is a collection of small drabbles I posted on tumblr that come from prompts. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11833266/chapters/26708178

There Was Always Something There multi-chapter Complete by @mindramblingsfics - After having enough of Felicity's behavior, Malcolm sends his daughter to a London boarding school for some much needed structure. Years later, she finally returns home to Starling. She finds that some things are the same while some have changed. As she reacquaints herself with her hometown, one relationship stands out in particular: Oliver Queen. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11060544/chapters/24662730?view_adult=true

Love and Little Cupcakes multi-chapter WIP by @christinabeggs - Felicity loved sweets so much that she paid no attention to her lovelife. Until Thea Queen came into her store wanting fabulous cupcakes for her sixteenth birthday. SO ADORABLE! http://archiveofourown.org/works/12400539/chapters/28216053

Irresistible by @felicityollies - prompt: sleepless - Oliver has a cold, can’t sleep, and is trying to prove to Felicity that he can still be sexy with a snotty nose. https://archiveofourown.org/works/11034534/chapters/26799885

Sawaariya (Beloved) multi-chapter WIP by @crazycrystal10 - CEO Queen? Check. Author Ms.Smoak? Check. Married Olicity? Triple check. Story of Mr.&Mrs. Queen in the 'happily ever after'. AU. https://archiveofourown.org/works/11858814/chapters/26774514

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Flowers.. They Bloom. - 1/? : Even A White Rose

Summary: Soulmates. They’re just like flowers to be quite honest, they can be a beautiful thing. But they can also have some deadly meanings... What happens to Y/N when a certain man she thought to be her soulmate turns out to be the man she’d have yellow carnations blooming in her heart..?

Pairing: Jensen x reader (one-sided relationship) Jared x reader (platonic (will change) ) 

Warnings: Angst, cursing, denial/rejection, cute Jared, Jensen is an asshole, ugly crying(?)

Flowers/meaning: Yellow carnations - rejection, Butterfly weed - “leave me”, Cyclamen - separation, Red carnations - “my heart aches for you”, White rose - a new beginning/a fresh start

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“Y/N.. You’ll find your soulmate one day, and they’ll love you so much that flowers will bloom from their skin if they were to be injured just from how much they love you...”

My mother always spoke so... Sweetly of soulmates. Maybe that’s because she found hers within her college years, or maybe it’s because my father truly loved her enough that red roses bloomed from him once he passed away, silently, on the hospital bed...

Then, again, maybe her sweet voice made my ears grow numb and my brain rotted with the tooth decaying, sugary nonsense some called it fate, some called it love but me? Oh, no… I called it hell.

However, now, being the twenty-seven-year-old that I am, I’ve turned to the fact that maybe… Just maybe my soulmates’ moved a little closer than I thought he would ever get.. Or, so I thought.

- Present Day -

“Dean? Dean, where’s Sam?” I breathlessly gasped as I kneeled down next to the man I knew as my friend, and my family. Jensen sighed with an angry huff before pushing his arm away from me, in-a-way he’s never done before, while picking himself up from the supposed log cabin we were staying in.

“Can you not hang all over me, it makes it harder to do my job more than it already is.” Jensen growled as I quickly pushed myself up from the dirty floor whilst working the words in my head… That isn’t the next line.. What the hell is he doing!?

“Dean-”

“No, Y/C/N-” the growl behind my characters name sounded as if he wanted to say my own name, “you’re not even supposed to be here! You always come at the worst possible times, and you wanna know what’s worse?” Jensen all but spat at me as I backed further, and further away from him.

This wasn’t Dean talking, but this sure as hell wasn’t the Jensen that I’ve been dating for the past two years talking either… Jensen leaned down further and his hot breath fogging over my face as I swallowed thickly while trying to stay in character.

“You just don’t know when someone doesn’t want you…” His voice was barely above a whisper as the loud bell screeched signalling that we were clear to leave stage, however, I couldn’t bring my legs to move.

“Jensen-” Philip called after him as he stormed away, leaving me to watch his retreating figure while everyone else stared at me with furrowed brows, and sorrow filled eyes. Gently pushing myself up and away from the wall, my bottom lip trembled as I swallowed and tried to blink away the surfacing tears.

“Y/N..? What the hell happened?” Another voice called to me, and I turned to see Danneel, my best friend and one of Jensen’s old co-workers, appear from behind the makeshift wall.

My lips fell open as I tried to find my voice but I quickly closed it before taking off where Jensen had disappeared. The loose gravel beneath my feet as I moved towards our shared trailer, my heart already thumping roughly in my throat as I pushed open the small fake metal door, giving it a hard close as I stood there as my eyes landed on the slumped over figure of my boyfriend. You could easily feel the anger seeping away from his torso as his fists curled into his meaty thighs.

"Jensen, what the hell was that about?" I scoffed gently while keeping my distance as he stopped his heavy breathing, and looked up with anger.

"What do you think, Y/N?! I'm stuck with you as my soulmate when I've fallen in love with someone else, and you're just too blind to accept that!" He shouted as he quickly stood, this causing me to jump backwards and flinch gently.

"We're soulmates, you idiot! Do you not understand how soulmates work, or are you just too stubborn to accept me as your soulmate!?" I shouted back as he narrowed his eyes and began to move closer as I swallowed thickly, feeling my legs begin to tremble.

"You..? You're NOT my soulmate, you're just a girl who was so... Desperate for someone to love them that they became completely BLIND to the fact that maybe - just maybe - the person you suspect to be your forever, might just want you for a good-time." Jensen all but scoffed out a laugh as I swallowed thickly at the globs of saliva, trying to knock down the lump growing in my throat as my e/c eyes began to water.

"You don't mean that.."

"Oh, but I do. I'm sure as hell that I do, too," Jensen paused as he turned towards the door; I hadn't even noticed Danneel walking in on our argument. "Dan! Uh, we're just talking-"

"Oh, no - no, no, no - I want you to meet my REAL soulmate. The person that would - how'd you put it? Would bleed flowers for me if they were to be injured from how much they loved me?" He spat before moving towards my remembered friend, as she looked back at me with apologetic eyes but I didn't feel the strong sorry leaking from them.

She moved closer to Jensen as he wrapped an arm around her waist - and in that one movement, my world broke. My heart shattered, and my chest became too pained as I watched them both turn back towards the door, slowly moving out and back into the world as I moved backwards, falling onto the small sofa with my heart pounding loudly in my ears; my blood rushing in them as I tried to calm my breaking heart.

And that's when I felt it.

An aching pain so strong, and so real growing in my chest that it broke through my flesh - it broke through the surface and revealed bright colors of yellow, orange, and pink - colors that I wouldn't wish upon anyone to ever appear on their chests. Each color representing a flower with a deadly meaning behind them.. Yellow equals yellow carnations which means rejection, or disdain.. Orange equals butterfly weed which means "leave me". And finally, pink which equals Cyclamen meaning separation..

“Don’t.. Don’t cry.. Don’t - dammit!” I shouted as I clenched my teeth, feeling the slow ache become a more supreme pain causing my lips to fall open as the flowers grew more, the petals branching further out as I glanced down with furrowed brows and trembling lips; blood dripping and veining down from the inside of my chest caused me to cry more.

Digging my fingertips further into the fake leather couch arm, I growled from the back of my throat trying to hold in my screams of pain while I suffered.. I’m here stuck suffering for a man who I thought was my soulmate - the one for me and would bring happiness; not pain, nor sorrow, nor any of this!

Yet here I am… In intense agony for nothing.

Sighing through my parted lips, I pressed my eyes shut while feeling the flowers reach their blooming point. This was it.. If Jensen wasn’t my soulmate then who-

“Y/N?!”

Shouting of my name came from outside, causing me to snap open my eyes only to see- “Jared? What is it!? Is everything-” I paused as I pushed myself up from the couch, my eyes widened at the sight before me. “Alright..” The word came out just above a whisper as I felt my lips begin to quiver and shake.

The sight before me… It was alluring. The colors of yellow, orange, and pink mirroring that of my own; even the blood specks and veins matched.. I swiped the tip of my tongue between my lips while feeling them pull into a small smile. The tears in my eyes slowly fading as he moved closer, the fake metal door gently closing behind him.

“So.. You felt my pain.”

“I.. I didn’t know what was happening,” he paused while moving closer, the petals of his flowers brushing against his, this causing me to gasp some as I tried to bite back my smile. “But, then I noticed a sharp pain in my chest and next thing I know there’s flowers blooming with pain, and despair just flowing off of them.”

The pain growing more evident in his sunflower colored eyes’, I went to speak but he reached forward - his fingertips barely brushing against the back of my hand as I glanced back up to him - keeping my mouth shut as he went to continue.

“I saw Jensen with Danneel… I.. I just knew that you were hurting.”

“But… But, the flowers-”

“I always kind of knew that Jensen wasn’t the one for you.” Jared gently laughed as I scoffed out a laugh, as I allowed my lips to form into a smile. The broken pain in my chest growing dull as I focused on the man in front of me, a large smile on his face as he looked down at me with this… This affection, and adoration that I’ve never seen before, and goddammit did it feel right.

“You wouldn’t happen to be getting off work right now, would you?” I grinned as I felt the weight of the once hideous flowers die from my chest, only to be replaced with this… Gorgeous red carnation that seemed to just explode from where my pain once lived.

“It just so happens that I am leaving now, would you care to join me for dinner?” Jared flashes one of his famous smiles as I laugh and shake my head, glancing down as I watch his own grief-filled flowers melt away and become replaced with red carnations and even… Even a white rose.

“I.. I would love to join you.”

Jared stepped forward as our flowers brushed together, only for them to slowly disappear back into us, back into our hearts but yet their energy was still there and it was strong.

God, it was strong and it was so, so beautiful.. And for once it felt amazing to have a new start, maybe even a new beginning. I mean, who knows? Maybe it could even lead to something more for us….

Maybe my mother had it right about soulmates.. They can be sweet, they’ll come for you in your time of need, and most importantly… They’re like flowers, they bloom.

Part 2 - Coming Soon