Title: (When the Working Day is Done) Oh Girls, They Wanna Have Fun
Category: Arrow
Genre: Humor, Romance, Adventure
Ship(s): Olicity + a whole bunch of brOTPs
Rating: PG-13/Teen
Summary: (au, Olicity) The Arrow is taking down a particularly dangerous target—and losing—when he is saved by Starling City's other vigilante, who happens to double as a Queen Consolidated IT expert.
Warning: Language, mild violence (PG stuff, really)
A/N: NOTICE:
100TH Reviewer: Any spoiler they want
105TH Reviewer: Choose first official date location
110TH Reviewer: Choose first kiss location and scenario
200TH Reviewer (this is way in the future): Can help me plan the wedding.
My muse is dying on me, folks. Feed it prompts.
Charles-the-Hammer: Thank you so much!
RinaTui: That means a lot to me. Thank you!
SmoakingQueen: Oh…there's a lot coming up.
annependragon: lol
sami: Glad you think so!
JWolf28: Thank you thank you thank you!
I am my secret: I'm glad I had you hooked!
Michellemaldonado: Thank you.
WinterRain36: While I do think that yes, there is a need for more women, adding Violet would be a lot of vigilantes. If you want to write an AU where Violet is a vigilante, be my guest. Just, y'know, say that I came up with the character.
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Felicity opened her front door eagerly. After weeks of training, Oliver was finally going to let her go out again. Tonight she and Oliver were on patrol. She was beyond excited and was planning on eating really quickly before meeting him at the Foundry.
"Hey," someone greeted. Felicity shrieked in surprise and was about to throw her purse at the person when she saw who it was.
"What the hell, Vi?" she squeaked. Violet was standing by her freezer with a tub of ice cream in her hand.
"Jesus, Felicity. You gave me a fucking key."
"I did?"
Felicity tried to remember that.
"Yeah. Right after that douche shot you. You wanted me to check on the freaky little cat on your fire escape."
Oh yeah. She had. "What are you doing here?" she asked.
"I wanted to check on you. You just texted me back in the field, all caps with like a million exclamation points. You never do that. You yell at me when I don't use proper grammar in my texts. Either you were being kidnapped, or something really exciting where a best friend would be needed was happening."
"Right," Felicity said. "Well, I'm going out in the field."
"You think you're ready?" Violet asked with concern painted over her features.
She was ready for this, right? It would be like her very first night, hopefully better though. She would prefer if she didn't get a black eye from walking into a wall this time around. "I think so," Felicity replied hesitantly.
Violet stood up and put a hand on each of Felicity's shoulders. "You sure? Because if you aren't…"
"I'm sure," Felicity said suddenly. "I'm positive."
"Okay, then," Violet said. "Congratulations." She rushed over to the ice cream and scooped two spoonfuls, leaving them in the silver utensils. "Cheers," she said, tapping her spoon against Felicity's. "Since you can't drink before going into the field."
"I'll…uh…eat to that."
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Violet had met Felicity as Felicity tried to ignore some guy catcalling her on the street. She had caught up with Felicity, whispered "just go with it" in her ear, and then kissed her, right in front of the guy. Then, in a loud voice, she said, "Hey, sweetheart. Ready to pick up the kids?"
It took Felicity a moment to recover. Her face was turning as red as a tomato as she glanced back at her harasser. But eventually, she said, "Yup. Let's go." It was a miracle her voice hadn't wavered.
Then, the two of them climbed into a cab and Violet flipped the guy off as they drove away.
That was Violet—she was strong and held her own. She didn't take shit from anyone and usually came off as a sarcastic bitch. As the two got to know one another, Felicity discovered that Violet had six tattoos, a string of ex-boyfriends and ex-girlfriends, and she was double-majoring in English and Political Science. While she was busy publishing horror novels, Felicity was cracking computer codes and continuing her pursuit to be a vigilante.
It almost went to hell one night, when Felicity hauled herself home with what was later discovered to be a dislocated knee. Violet had been waiting for her to talk about holiday plans and freaked out at the mass of bruised tissue on Felicity's leg.
"Fliss!" she exclaimed. "The fuck happened to your leg?"
"I…uh…I tripped?"
Violet helped Felicity onto the couch. "You fucking tripped?"
Felicity shook her head no.
"Then what the hell happened to your leg?"
Felicity had spilled her guts, then and there. Violet had been so pissed that she hadn't bothered to tell her that she walked out, slamming the door. She came back five minutes later, of course, because she wasn't going to just leave her best friend alone with a blue leg. She had called her old roommate who was now in medical school and gave her the symptoms. Her leg was diagnosed and she was informed of how to treat it—pop it in and wear a brace.
Violet volunteered to do the job, so Felicity sat on her kitchen table with an apple in her mouth, waiting for the burn.
It hurt.
Like hell.
Felicity cried out in pain and bit down as her bone was popped back into place. Tears sprung into her eyes and she shut them in pain. Her vision turned a little blue at the edges, but she finally fixed her breathing and stopped crying and returned to reality just long enough to see Vi slap on a knee brace and help her off.
Violet got dumped by her boyfriend again that week. She cried for a while and then wrote thirty thousand words for her novel about shadows actually being demons (including the brutal murder of a character that resembled previously stated boyfriend by mutated bunnies; her publisher had her cut the scene, but it got her writing and she finished the first draft within two weeks).
When Felicity was experiencing an emotional overload, she stopped. Stopped working, stopped thinking, stopped doing. When Violet was sad or angry or even happy, she sat down at her computer and pounded out words until she couldn't see she was so tired.
Felicity admired that, somewhat, so she started punching when she got mad. She built herself a shit ton of muscle mass and her pain tolerance grew. And that's when she grew into her title as Pink Panther. She went from a shitty vigilante with no clue as to how she was supposed to fight crime to some sort of hero. And a lot of that was thanks to Violet.
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Felicity lifted her bag over her shoulder and walked Violet out to her car.
"Thanks for coming," she called.
Violet turned with a laugh, flipping her black hair over her shoulder. "No problem. Good luck."
"Thank you!" Felicity called back. "See you tomorrow."
Violet drove off and Felicity got in her own car, ready for patrol.
The drive over, she psyched herself out for the night. She was back. She was ready to fight.
When she got to Verdant, she straightened her shoulders and sighed. She was ready.
She walked through the open doors, and the door to the Foundry shined like a beacon that welcomed her into the wild night.
A/N: As I wrote this, I kind of found myself shipping Violet/Felicity. Fear not, this is still Olicity, but I just noticed that. I'M SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT BUT THE REST OF IT WAS LIKE FIVE THOUSAND WORDS AND I NEEDED TO CUT IT OFF SOMEWHERE.
NEXT UP: Felicity's first night being a vigilante; plus, she goes to the opening of Verdant.
See you Friday!
