2K Prompt-A-Thon
Rating: All
Synopsis: A collection of Olicity fics based on prompts I received via Tumblr.
Pairing: Oliver & Felicity
Characters: Oliver, Felicity, Roy, Diggle, Lyla, Sara
Season/Episode: Any and all
Category: Hurt/Comfort, Drama, Smut, Fluff, a little bit of everything
Disclaimer: (the usual, don't own, idea was mine though)
1. Unexpected
mel-loves-all asked: NaNoWriMo prompt: Olicity: Oliver gets a taste of Felicity's hidden goth girl tendencies.
Whether he expected it or not, he wasn't sure, but Oliver knew seeing Felicity look like that made his mind go a little fuzzy. He didn't know if it was the jet black hair with the purple streaks running through it, or the dark makeup around her eyes, or even the sleeveless hoodie she wore that made his head tilt slightly. Maybe it was the fact that this was where she came from, where that genius brain had been stuck for a while that caught his eye as he stared at the photo in front of him.
It couldn't be the same girl. But those were her eyes and that was her smile and those were her lips, just painted blood red instead of that bright shade of fuschia he was used to. Yes, this was his Felicity, back in her rebellious college days, seeking out more than just an education. She was searching for a thrill, for a life, for a purpose. She was searching for who she was, deep down, before she finally found herself.
Looking at the woman who sat across from him on the couch, nose buried in her tablet, red pen stuck between magenta lips, he couldn't help but smile. They'd both been through hardship and pain, hearts forged in fire and quenched in ice. Yet, somehow, they'd come out intact and better than they were before. His crucible had been the island, her's MIT.
Now here they were, sitting side by side on a rare down day from their lives as Starling City's resident vigilante and his super smart IT partner-slash-girlfriend. He enjoyed those quiet nights with her, doing very domestic things like making dinner and doing laundry. Tonight she was showing him how to put together a photo album.
The only reason she hadn't seen him flip through the pages of the one she'd completed from MIT was due to the fact that she was searching through her favorite photos of them and their team, compiling a queue of things to send to her printer, then printing them all out at once so they could arrange them together in the little book she'd bought the week prior.
"Oh, my God! You didn't!" he heard her screech just before she snatched the book out of his hands. "You were not supposed to see thoseā¦"
Oliver chuckled as he watched Felicity tuck the book beneath her chin as she held it tight to her chest. "What? Everyone's got embarrassing photos of themselves," he replied.
"Yeah, like the one of you peeing on a cop car?" Felicity shot back.
"If you wanna put that in the book, be my guest," Oliver said, shooting her a smirk, all the while knowing she would never do such a thing.
"I just might," she warned, but her tone suggested otherwise. Felicity really would never do such a thing. She was embarrassed by it as much as he was, if not more.
Her arms loosening around the leather bound album and before long, she'd let it slip into her lap, opening it to the page he'd been staring at. "That was definitely not my best look," Felicity grumbled, her fingers running over the edges of the photo paper, wiping away dust and lint that had gathered there.
"You were still beautiful," Oliver softly replied, his hand falling over hers and pulling it up so he could kiss her palm.
"You really think so?" she asked with a sideways glance. Even now he could tell she was slightly insecure about the way she looked back then.
"I know so." He took the book out of her lap and placed it on the coffee table then leaned over and captured her lips for another kiss. "You'll always be beautiful to me no matter what you wear or how old you are," he murmured against her lips before wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into his lap.
Felicity smiled and kissed him again. Her head fell into the crook of his neck and she snuggled into him. With a sigh, Oliver leaned back against the couch, content on simply spending time holding the incredible woman he had in his arms.
