A/N: This is an AU Soulmate Fic. No Team Arrow Business and No Island. Fair Warning, there will be smut later on.

This story was inspired by one of my favorite books.

If this story seems familiar its because I first posted it on AO3. I'm slowly posting my old stories from there to here.

I hope you like it.:)

Felicity Smoak was not a believer in curses or fate. Your life was what you made of it not what something like destiny had planned out for you.

When she was 17 she met a gypsy who had started working on the Vegas strip on the same street as the casino her mother has worked at for the last 12 years. The woman had pulled her aside, claiming her aura was shrouded in darkness.

Felicity hadn't believed a word of what the woman told her, obviously she was looking to draw in more customers so Felicity went with it allowing the woman to do a reading. What the woman would go on to reveal stayed with her despite her misgivings.

The woman claimed that her aura was shrouded in darkness because her soul was cursed. And not just any curse that could be easily undone, if so it wouldn't have continued in every one of her lives for the last couple hundred years. No, it was more powerful, more potent, it was a curse born out of deep-seated emotions such as love and hate.

If Felicity hadn't already thought the woman to be full of crap, she definitely did when she started spouting off about past lives and curses and that wasn't even the worst of what the Gypsy claimed.

No, the worse was when the woman said her soul was not her own. Or at least it wasn't just hers. The woman claimed most people had soulmates, two souls that were infinitely drawn to each other, Felicity, however, was not one of those people.

Felicity assumed the witch was telling her that she did not have a soulmate but the woman was quick to correct, that what she had went deeper than a soulmate because the one who she was meant to be with was much like her. A cursed soul but the real kicker was that the woman claimed that Felicity and this unnamed soulmate shared the same soul.

By then Felicity had heard enough. She didn't need this woman putting a bunch of bullshit about, curses, past lives, and sharing a soul with you're soulmate in her head.

The Gypsy was undeterred and declared that when she finally met her soulmate, the scripted words of the curse will appear somewhere on her skin within the 24 hours after meeting him.

Naturally, she thought the woman was fracking crazy and told her so before getting out of there before the crazy started to rub off on her.

But then she met Oliver Queen three years later, he was arrogant, smug, self-centered and thought he could have anything and anyone he wanted simply because he was the son of a billionaire and had more money then he knew what to do with and thought his billionaire playboy smile could get him into the pants of any woman he desired. Felicity could not stand Oliver Queen.

Though she hadn't believed anything the Gypsy had said, her words had always stayed with her, and those same words came back to haunt her when 24 hours after meeting Oliver she felt a searing pain along her ribs, an intense burning unlike anything she ever felt before but that wasn't the worst part.

No. The worst part was checking her ribs and finding words branded in her skin like a burn, the raised flesh red and angry looking as if someone had carved the words into her skin.

'MAY YOU NEVER LOVE ANYONE BUT ME'

She didn't know if the Gypsy's words were finally starting to mess with her every belief, messing with her but the words were ominous and foreboding in her mind. Especially with how they just appeared, a brand on her flesh.

Maybe the Gypsy woman wasn't as crazy as she believed.

This was not good. Not good at all.

Oliver Queen was used to getting anything and anyone he wanted. That was until he met Felicity Smoak. She was different. Yeah, guys said that all the time to get in a girl's pants but he meant it. With most girls, all he had to do was flash them his patented charming billionaire playboy smile and their panties would be hitting the floor.

But not Felicity. She couldn't stand him and had no problem telling him so which was as frustrating as it was attractive. And hell was he attracted to her, he wasn't his usual type but there was just something about her.

She was beautiful and smart, strong-willed, witty and didn't take crap from anyone let alone him.

He wanted her. He wanted her more than he has ever wanted anything and anyone in his life.

When Oliver met Felicity he felt his life was forever changed which was only proven right when just 24 hours later, there was an intense burning of the skin along his ribs. The flesh now raised and words seared into his skin like a brand. The words seeming like a curse.

'MAY YOU ALWAYS WANT ME AND ALWAYS LOVE ME BUT NEVER HAVE ME'

Oliver was baffled, with only one thought coming to mind, having no clue to what hell was going on.

WTF?!