CHALLENGE #8 by Serpent in the Shadows

HP/Arrow

Setting Season 1

Pairing: Fem!Harry/Oliver Queen or Harry/Oliver Queen

Summary: Betrayed and sentenced to the Veil for being a "Dark Creature", Harry finds himself on a not so deserted island. He keeps to himself, away from all the soldiers, until one day he stumbles upon a scared and hurt Oliver Queen.

Must Haves:

-Harry can keep his magic if you want

-Either Slash or use Fem!Harry

-Must be in a solid, full relationship by the time they make it home.

-No cheating later with women - jealously and want from the other girls are ok, but Oliver must never cheat (same goes for Harry)

-If you keep Harry male, DO NOT MAKE HIM A WHIMP! or a crybaby, or some small, girly thing. I prefer Alpha male personalities.

-Harry can be ANY type of dark or light creature - the wizarding world just has to think its Dark to send her away.

AUTHOR'S NOTE PLEASE READ:

I have recently gotten hooked on Arrow (omg Shephen is so hot, I can not help but drool at his body, face and well, really the whole package) and this popped up in my head as I was rewatching season 1 and decided to start with this one instead of one of the ones I already have posted on my bio page. Shame there are like hardly any crossovers with this! So I put this out there in hopes that maybe someone else will start one or use this to make one.

I have also never done a Fem!Harry before and decided to give it a try in this "snippet". Who knows, might even write a full story with a Fem!Harry/Oliver pairing? Actually I have a whole plot I'm keeping secret that goes with this because I might just write it myself *shrugs* which is why I kept her creature as vague as possible (way more to her/it than I let on) because its one of my own making.

No Beta btw, but hopefully there aren't too many mistakes!

Season 1, Episode 12 "Vertigo"

Fem!Harry -Hartlyn meaning "Full of Love and Joyous"

As he slowly stalked closer to her, he watched appraisingly as those beautiful, captivating emerald-green eyes slowly lowered in submission with every step he made. Her tanned shoulders remained lax, never once tensing as he came closer to his mate as she stood silently in the middle of his training area. Her clothes, a simple set of black cotton sports bar and shorts, suggested that she had been training herself while he had been gone. His chest rumbled lowly and his eyes narrowed onto the long, still pink and slightly inflamed scar that now decorated her side - the beginning of it hidden underneither her top.

It was times like this that the 'weak' or 'nearly silent' Alpha in him was heard and felt the loudest. Most of the time this primal side tended to stay unnoticed - his mate had not given him enough of her blood to actually turn him that day back on the island, keeping him nearly 100% human. So a few times like this, when his mate, his Salvation, had been hurt due to his own carelessness (because it was his own fault he had been taken out by The Count who had overdosed him that made his Hartlyn, in her wolf form, jump in to cover him, getting wounded in the process) that the nearly forgotten beast surged forward and made itself known.

A primal growl slipped past his lips when he had finally reached her, his hand automatically sliding into her silky black waves of hair, gently fisting it as he tilted her head, bending down and inhaling the sweet scent coming off of her neck. With his other hand he ghosted over the damaged flesh, making sure not to hurt her worse as he used his sense of touch to make sure there wasn't any lingering heat of an infection present. Satisfied that there wasn't, he continued with his light touches on her bare stomach, delighting in the small quivering of her taut muscles that followed.

"Why haven't you healed yet?" he asked, his voice low and slightly muffled against her neck. Only to stand up and frown down at her smaller five foot three-inch frame. Those bright green eyes that he often loved to lose himself into continued to stay down, refusing to look up until she knew she had permission.

While his mind might be totally human, her's was all creature and the laws of pack were always at the forefront. And while at first it had been frustrating - the whole learning about the beta/alpha/submissive thing, not to mention trying to survive at the time - he had eventually memorized it all and even began to think in those terms when it came to the one thing in his life he treasured above all else.

This beautiful, petite, soft-hearted yet strong-willed witch hybrid was his mate, his woman and he owned her heart as much as she did his own.

"Look at me my Hart" he commanded gently even as he uncurled his fist from her hair and slowly slid the back of his hand down her soft cheek, watching intently as those beautiful eyes rose to meet his own blue eyes. "Why?"

Hartlyn sighed, her eyes fluttering a bit as she leaned into the hand on her face. "My magic is a bit low still from purging your system. Plus you've been busy since you've recuperated," she shrugged her shoulders, "which means..."

"...I haven't fed you," he finished for her and mentally slapped himself for being so stupid and neglectful.

This was one of the very few times that her other side made itself known. So rarely did the weaker and rarer vampric side of her show up that it was easy to forget about, except that he shouldn't have. They had been together for 4 yrs now and the knowledge that her magic had to be sustained by sex was ingrained as his own need to eat food to survive. Plus what male wouldn't keep - and enjoy - the fact that their woman needed sex to survive?

The fact that he had forgotten screamed just how much he had neglected his Hart.

"I'm sorry," he whispered as he drew her close to him, pressing her smaller, warmer body to his. "Hush," he commanded when she went to deny the fact that it was his fault as he knew she would. She rarely blamed him for anything even when it was so obvious it was. He smiled sadly at her frown, knowing she was still denying it even in her mind.

"I've been too caught up in The Mission lately..."

"Your sister!"

"Yes, I know, but I let my anger and fear for her get in the way of you." Oliver quickly lifted his petite mate up, her legs automatically coming to wrap around his waist and started walked back towards the small single bed he kept off to the side for those late nights he didn't or couldn't make it home. "And that my love, isn't acceptable. You are always first."

Lowering them both down to the bed, Oliver held himself over her body, enjoying the way her eyes suddenly darkened and her lips parted as he trailed a finger down her neck and over her breasts, her nipples easily seen hardening against the tight, constricting fabric of her top.

The Alpha continued to remain there in the forefront of his mind as he set about to show her that this wasn't just about feeding, or healing. But with each whispered I love you, each and every touch of his hands, mouth and body exactly how sorry he was, exactly how much he loved and needed her. Oliver also hoped in some small way that this show her how important she was to him - Hartlyn was above himself, above his family and most of all, above The Mission.

-End-

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