I've always wanted Arrow to end exactly where it began, with Oliver remembering coming home and what he'd thought that meant for him. Now that it's going over 5 seasons that full circle finale moment is now a full circle season finale moment, but I'm still dying to see it, even if it doesn't end quite as happily as this. I hope you enjoy this little moment!

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Oliver stood on the dock, looking out to the bay, as the wind started to kick up. There would be a storm later, but for now the overcast sky still held a hint of sunshine.

The salty scent of the bay had him thinking back to another overcast day. A day a long time ago, when Oliver had gotten on a boat and changed his whole life. He'd done it again five years later, bobbing around on a Chinese fishing boat, waiting to finally go home.

He'd thought he knew what he was coming home to. He glanced up at the statue of the Black Canary beside him. He'd thought a lot of things back then…

"Hey." Her soft voice, barely audible above the wind, sounded beside him and her fingers circled his bicep. "It's getting bad out there."

When he looked down, Felicity was watching the whitecaps out in the bay, the wind whipping her hair back from her face.

"We still have awhile before it gets here," he replied, following her gaze.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked, fingers stroking his arm.

Oliver sighed, pulling his gaze away from the bay and his memories, and focused on her. "About when I first came home. I remember thinking I knew what life had in store for me. What my legacy would be."

Her soft smile disappeared only for a moment as she pressed her lips to his shoulder, before leaning against him. "Little different now, huh?"

"Lot different." And he grinned as he wrapped an arm around her waist to rest a hand on her slightly rounded stomach. "The day I came home, I had two goals. Right my father's wrongs and try to right my own." His smile faded as he glanced back to the statue, dedicated to the woman he'd wronged the most. "I didn't know how to do that, but I did know that I'd probably die trying."

He felt her press closer and knew, in his bones, that she hated that he'd ever thought that way. She hated that he'd accepted a premature death and a life that didn't involve living. But she didn't say anything, instead choosing to curl her fingers around the hand on her stomach. The hand that rested on his new legacy. A much better one than he'd ever dreamt of.

Shaking his head, he turned back to her with a small smile which she returned. "Then I met you."

"Who would have thought," she laughed, blue eyes crinkling behind her glasses, already salt stained from the wind off the bay.

"Not me," he said. "I thought the only thing I'd leave behind was a trail of bodies, including my own. But now…" Bending a knee, he lowered himself to the ground, positioning himself in front of Felicity's stomach. "You're my legacy now," he whispered to her pregnant belly, not caring that it was cheesy and he knew Felicity would make fun of him for it later. "And I don't care that you're not here yet. I am already so, so proud of you."

He pressed his lips to her shirt, before getting to his feet. When he did, he noticed that Felicity's eyes were just as wet as his were, despite the amusement on her face.

"Let's go home," she whispered, her voice almost getting lost in the wind. But he heard her. He always did.

"Yeah," he said, leaning down to press his lips to hers once. Twice. "Let's go home."