addicted to procrastination

Chapter 30 - seemingly impossible (but not untrue) by @alexiablackbriar13

Based on A Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness

Genius historian Dr Felicity Smoak unknowingly and accidentally calls up a bewitched alchemical manuscript within the Oxford Bodleian Libraries - a book that has been lost for centuries.

Felicity wants nothing to do with magic, despite her heritage and unruly, powerful abilities. But her discovery of Ashmole 782 sets the world of creatures stirring.

With a mystery afoot and new, dangerous magical abilities manifesting for her to navigate, she is approached by the enigmatic vampire biochemist Professor Oliver Queen, who seems to have a deep interest in both the manuscript… and her.

~ READ FROM THE BEGINNING ~ LATEST CHAPTER (29) ~

trigger warning: this chapter contains the hunting and killing of an animal using graphic language. please DO NOT READ this if you are going to feel uncomfortable. i may be the writer of this fic, but you are responsible for your own reading experience. if you KNOW this is not something you would like to read, do not read it. i'm not going to take personal responsibility if you get upset, sorry.

TEASER:

Oliver managed to hold himself in a stalking position that would have been excruciating to a human after about five minutes, for nearly two whole hours.

Felicity had to keep flexing her ankles in the stirrups because they were falling asleep. She was intent on staying focused through this hunt, but it was becoming difficult. She’d thought the hunt with Moira had been long… this was so much longer.

It was easy now to see the difference between Oliver’s way of hunting and his mother's. When Moira hunted, it was because she simply needed blood that the animals had. She killed them to fill a primarily biological need. She didn’t feel any remorse that her survival required the death of another creature. For Oliver, her son, however, hunting was clearly much more complicated. He needed blood as well, but Oliver felt a kinship with his prey. He respected the creatures that he had to kill to feed from and that was reflected in his stalking methods. For him, hunting was about strategy and feral intelligence, not just the chase and slaughter.

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In a world where every human being is born with wings that reflect their spirit, there is a legend that once a century, a pure soul graces the earth, whose feathers when shed, turn to solid gold.

Felicity doesn’t know anything about the whole gold thing, but her feathers turn into aluminum. Oliver’s feathers turn into carbon fiber.

Between the two of them, their feathers can be melted down and combined to make the deadliest of arrows.

for the wingfic prompt for Olicity Summer Sizzle

(aesthetic by @theirinrutherfords)

Oliver Queen is an Olympic archer with a shoulder injury who hates sports therapy with a passion. Dr Felicity Smoak is his new physiotherapist.

Sparks fly. Perhaps Felicity can change Oliver's mind.

Chapter 29 - seemingly impossible (but not untrue) by @alexiablackbriar13

Based on A Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness

Genius historian Dr Felicity Smoak unknowingly and accidentally calls up a bewitched alchemical manuscript within the Oxford Bodleian Libraries - a book that has been lost for centuries.

Felicity wants nothing to do with magic, despite her heritage and unruly, powerful abilities. But her discovery of Ashmole 782 sets the world of creatures stirring.

With a mystery afoot and new, dangerous magical abilities manifesting for her to navigate, she is approached by the enigmatic vampire biochemist Professor Oliver Queen, who seems to have a deep interest in both the manuscript… and her.

~ READ FROM THE BEGINNING ~ LATEST CHAPTER (28) ~

TEASER:

Felicity was woken up gasping the next morning by Oliver kissing his way down her face to her collarbones, his cold lips sending waves of frost through her body and instantly alerting her to his presence.

“Good morning,” Oliver growled.

“‘Morning,” Felicity breathed, arching her neck to expose her throat. Oliver continued to press kisses, a deep purr rumbling from his chest. “So this is what you figured would wake me up?”

“Yes. It worked.”

“Yeah it did.”

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