Prompt by: awriterincowboyboots "Olicity at the beach and maybe it's Oliver's birthday?"

Your wish is my command, Sam. And I still wanna see if someone will catch onto the additional inspiration for this prompt fill. HINT: think other fandoms.

PS: The title is from Emeli Sande's "Breaking the Law"


She found him on the beach.

He was sitting in the sand with his back to her, facing the sunset. She approached him quietly, with her sandals swinging in her hand. If he noticed her presence, he didn't say anything.

"Happy birthday," she said, sitting down on the sand next to him.

"Nothing happy about it," he murmured darkly, eyes still fixed on the horizon.

"Oliver – " she objected, only to be cut off by him.

"I told you I wanted to be alone today. You know I want to be alone today, Felicity!" his voice wasn't loud but she could detect the hint of irritation in it no problem.

"Well, I don't think it's right." Felicity protested. "And I don't like not knowing where you are. It makes me anxious." She added.

Whatever Oliver was about to say never made it out of his mouth once he heard that last part. They sat in silence for a few minutes eyes glued to the sun, their feet digging into the hot sand.

"How'd you find me? "Oliver asked, breaking the silence.

Felicity rubbed the back of her neck nervously, "I may or may not have put a tracker on your bike," she confessed, sounding sheepish, but sobered up soon after. "I won't apologize." She stated.

Oliver couldn't help the smile that formed on his lips.

He should have known.

"I don't want you to. I would do the same." He shrugged.

"You have." Felicity replied with an expression that was half-annoyed, half-amused.

The conversation died out again after that. But that was one of the things they loved about each other - they didn't need to fill the space between them with words. They were equally fine with talking or opening up to each other or working in silence side by side with Felicity on her computers and Oliver on his "Arrow Table".

"I didn't know Tommy all that well, but somehow I don't think he would have wanted you to spend your birthdays brooding away from everything and everyone." Felicity said hesitantly.

Oliver tensed for a moment at the mention of Tommy, but he couldn't deny the truth of her words.

"He would have kicked my ass and then dragged me to the hottest club in town and we would have gotten drunk out of our minds." Oliver chuckled quietly, remembering his times with Tommy.

He looked down momentarily only to see that his hand had found Felicity's at some point. He didn't know exactly when it happened but their fingers now lay entwined in the sand. Felicity never said anything so she either hadn't noticed as well or she didn't mind.

"We could do that if you want?" Felicity offered "Minus the ass kicking because well… for obvious reasons… " she stuttered slightly, gesturing towards him with her hands as she spoke, "I'd have to be more than a little crazy to take you up on a fight… Although, if we're talking about a verbal fight, then you're toast and you know it…"

Oliver's sudden burst of laughter made her stop mid-ramble.

He squeezed her hand and pulled on it, signaling that he wanted her to come closer.

She did.

Their sides were now pressed against one another."

"Thanks for the offer but loud crowds, clubs and drinking into oblivion aren't my thing anymore." Oliver gave her hand another squeeze.

Felicity breathed out what sounded like a relieved sigh "Well thank God! Because I wouldn't have been able to carry/drag you home and since that time in college when I drank my weight in booze and woke up on the beach the next day in my underwear, I swore I'd never drink that much ever again…" Felicity paused to take a breath. It took her a moment but her brain caught up with the words that came out of her mouth and her eyes widened in horror at the story she'd started to tell.

Yeah, not going there. Ever.

She turned to face Oliver just as he was about to say something.

"Wipe that curious-slash-amused expression off your face, Oliver, I'm not telling you how that happened." She cut him off, waving a warning finger in his face.

Oliver closed his mouth and opted to bump his shoulder into hers instead. "I'll get that story out of you one day." He promised her.

"In your dreams." Felicity retorted.

The sun was halfway behind the horizon when either of them spoke again.

"Since hardcore partying is out, how about a birthday cupcake with just one candle? I know a really nice bakery nearby, they have an amazing variety. I'll get you a new cupcake each year." She offered in a soft voice.

"In a minute," Oliver replied, his voice just as quiet as hers.

They continued to sit there, watching the sun dip behind the horizon with Felicity's head coming to rest against Oliver's shoulder.

It took her over thirty years to run out of cupcakes.