This is set some time after Felicity has started dating Ray but is not Raylicity. You can decide whether it is an Olicity fic or just a fic at contains Oliver & Felicity.

To whoever reads this, I hope you like it.

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Oliver Queen was not one to notice fashion. Women's fashion anyway. Except when it came to Felicity Smoak. He could not stop his eyes from being drawn to places on her body where part of the outfit was cut away, or hugged her frame neatly, or even where material floated around her making her look so light and angelic. He by no means was only interested in her body. He loved her so much more than that. But it did not hurt that she was just as beautiful on the outside as she was on the inside. However, today his eyes were drawn to Felicity's frame for another reason.

For a few days she had been moving stiffly as she rose out of her chair, or if she turned too quickly. When each member of the team had asked her if she was ok, she shrugged it off, stating she had simply strained herself moving some things around her apartment. But now Oliver's eyes were glued to her right side where her top had risen up as she stretched, wincing once more at the stiffness she felt.

"Felicity?" Oliver growled, dangerously close to his Arrow voice.

"Yeah?"

"What is that on your side?"

She blushed furiously as she pulled down the hem of her top despite knowing what he had already seen.

"Felicity." His voice dropped lower, almost to the tone he used as The Hood.

"It's nothing." She said, trying her hardest not to look directly at Oliver but also knowing she would not be able to drop the subject without giving him an answer he was satisfied with.

"Who hurt you?"

"What are you talking about?" That, she was not expecting. She looked up at him, head titled to the side, to see his jaw clenched and a storm brewing in his eyes.

"I'm talking about the bandage on your side! Was it Palmer? I swear I'll put an arrow through him if he has laid even one finger on you!"

"What?! No, no. Oliver you have it all wrong. No one has hurt me. Especially not Ray. He's been nothing but good to me. I swear." She stood quickly, almost too quickly to notice the pain, waving her hands in a panic.

He ground his teeth together, not trusting himself to say anything in that moment. He held her gaze, silently willing her to continue.

"I did this to myself. Well I didn't actually do it. I paid someone to do it."

"What?" Nothing was making sense. Why on earth would she pay someone to cause her harm?

Sighing, she waved him closer, before pulling up her top just enough to expose the whole bandage. She carefully peeled at the tape on each side of the white square, pulling back the gauze so Oliver could see what was underneath.

For a few seconds, he did not do anything but blink, allowing it to sink in. He almost reached out to touch it, to run his fingers along the edges, before mentally and physically restraining himself.

"Felicity… Is that a tattoo?" He whispered.

"Yeah… It's a canary."