#arrow fics

It was a sunny Tuesday afternoon. Why the hell were they outside? Do people not have 9 to 5 jobs in LA, why were they going to a tiny coffee shop in the middle of the afternoon in 95 degree weather?

Why was it 95 degrees? It’s almost November. Star City would be negative 80 by now.

“Are you okay?” Quinn stopped dead in her tracks, turning to look at Q and almost tripping him in the process.

DCTV moodboards: Olivarry - Barry is a SCPD CSI au.

Made for Day Four: Free Day for @olivarryweek2019. More behind the cut (roughly 850 words) or read on Ao3 here.

why don't you run from me   

Barry Allen has been a problem for him for some time. When he unofficially starts asking questions in the shadier parts of town the young man surprises Oliver. He'd hoped his light intimidation tactics would be enough to dissuade Barry from asking too many questions, or questions to the wrong people. If only that had stopped him from doing anything that could be considered risky in aid of solving The Arrow mystery...

I just updated Bodyguard.

Tumblr, I need your help. I have many stories to write and only enough attention for two today. I will be writing the last chapter of When Did I Become A Cliche, but the second one is up to you! Here are your choices!

Losing Control: My first multi chapter fic. Haven’t touched it since June. We left it at Felicity having a sword held to her throat by Ras Al Ghul in Oliver and Felicity’s home.

Talk To Me: An angsty fic that takes place after 4x15. Ignores most of what happened from 4x16 on. Oliver finally has enough and decides to run again. He hangs up the hood and returns to the house in Ivy Town, trying to recapture the peace he had there. 

Am I Going Alone: A new fic that just posted. A season one AU where Shado lived and helped keep Slade from going insane. Think Team Arrow vs. Team Lian Yu. Does Oliver choose to be a hero, or a monster?

Wrapped in Red: A Christmas story I never finished and will save for next year. Best friend trope where Oliver tells Felicity how he feels about her on Christmas Eve by giving her a present she never realized she needed. 

And then there is the non-Arrow related fics...

Miss Friday: A Chuck fic. Takes place four years afters the series finale. Sarah comes back to Burbank to find Chuck, but he is believed to be KIA. What follows is a mission Sarah never expected; learning to live without the one you love. But when Sarah finds information that Chuck left behind, she is thrown into a whole new world of government conspiracy and covert ops. Heavy, but still all Charah.

That’s All That I Need (Someone Else To Cling To): A Supergirl one shot that I have been sitting on as a plot bunny forever. I am a quiet Winn/Kara shipper. I know it won’t happen, and I am OK with that. But this fic is my outlet. A near death experience trope where Winn takes a bullet for Jimmy and Kara. You know what they say, you never know what you have till it’s gone.

So that’s my list! Now help me pick!!!!!  

Summary: The Team meets a new(?) archer

Preview:

It was dark on that roof. It had been nearly 10 years. The rain was heavy and the only thing that could be seen was the silhouette of a small figure, quiver full of arrows on their back, bow in hand. But something inside of Thomas knew who it was. He didn't know how he knew. He didn't know if he should even listen to his instincts. But the feeling wouldn't go away until he confronted them head on.

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Oliver stood frozen, watching as Evelyn slipped away. He didn’t know how long, for his thoughts wouldn’t stop. All the potential possibilities of what was currently happening to Felicity, to the love of his life, flitted in and out. She was hurt, vulnerable, and he wasn’t there to protect her. 

He’d promised to protect her-- always. That first day, when Diggle had questioned bringing her in to his crusade, he’d swore with all the vehemence he could must that he could protect her. 

And he had. From the Count, from Slade, from Ra’s, and from Darhk. He’d had shielded her at any point when she was in physical danger. 

But not from he. He couldn’t save her from his mistakes or his failings. 

He couldn’t rescue her from her own darkness, delving in deep to an agency with double standards, with rule breaking and the risk of detriment to her own soul. He could’ve prevented that. 

He couldn’t keep her from Prometheus. Because that was sure as day who was behind this. Not Helix like Felicity thought. Evelyn’s  appearance made that very clear. 

He would kill Adrian for this. 

Despite knowing that was exactly what he wanted. 

“What the hell happened in here?” 

Rene’s voice broke through the grey cloud of emotion. Instead of making an appearance in the main room, he crossed over to a work bench, pushing it aside. Using his fingernail, Oliver pried open a hidden panel, one that only him and Felicity knew was there. 

Typing in the 16 digit code, a door hissed open. 

Inside the small room were three things.  One was a desk with one moniter and rolling chair. This was set up to an entire different set up, just incase the main bunker computers were hacked. It was still hooked up to the same electricity, so if the bunker was entire shut down like it was earlier, the computer was useless. 

Just beyond the desk lay his old ducati. It was beat-up, dented, rusty, probably needed a good oiling, but had two tires and had seen battle. Despite Felicity yelling that his motorcycle was going to be anywhere near her backup computers, he needed contingencies in place for events like this. A spare quiver and bow hung from the handle bars. 

And over in the corner, just barely visible, with a sheet draped over it, the light reflecting of the metal was Felicity’s wheelchair. 

Oliver made his way there first,  ripping off the cover spraying dust everywhere. 

“Yeesh man!” Oliver looked over his shoulder to find Rene and Curtis hanging in the doorway. “What the hell happened to the lair.”

Oliver ignored him, brushing off the remaining dust from the seat, before picking it up, intending to tote it out the door. 

“The better question is, what are you doing with Felicity’s wheelchair?” Curtis eyed him, stepping out of Oliver’s way and pulling Rene with him. 

“Shit. You mean that was Blondie’s chair? You mean she actually used that thing?”

“Don’t call her Blondie. And yes. It’s a long story though which going by Oliver’s face, we don’t have time for.”

Oliver placed it by his damaged bike, then went back for his trusty one. 

“Where’s John?” He asked, tension apparent in his voice. 

“I”m here, Oliver. What’s going--”

“Prometheus has Felicity and I’m going after him.” Why were they all standing there? They needed to move, now. 

“What happened?”

“We don’t have time! I need to--”

Diggle broke over him.“Oliver listen to me. You can’t just go out there without a plan.” 

“Felicity needs me. I can’t just sit here and do--”

“You’re no good to her dead!” Diggle bit back, stunning Oliver for a second.

“Prometheus doesn’t want to kill me, you know this. I won’t be in any danger.”

“Not from him, no but from your own stupidity. How idiotic would it be to go out there, distracted and die in a car crash!? Come on, Oliver, think! We need a plan to find Felicity, or she’s suffer more for it.”  Oliver took a breath, seeing the logic from John, but hating it all the same. He needed to move, needed to find her, needed her to still be alive. And only checking for himself would solve that problem. 

“Alright. Start over. What happened here?” 

Oliver ground his jaw, holding tight to his impatience. “Something happened to Felicity’s chip, she can no longer walk. The entire lair was then shut down, including electricity and ventilation,” gasps came from Curtis, he understood what that meant, “and so I took her down to the living quarters. I was hit on the back of the head. When I came to, she was gone, but the Lair was trashed, and Evelyn was here. She deliver a warning, and left. that’s it.” 

Diggle’s jaw tightened and he started pacing, puffing out air.  “Oh my god.” 

“Why would he take Felicity?”

Oliver looked at Curtis, he couldn’t believe that he didn’t see it. “Because Prometheus wants me to suffer.” 

“I know that. But what if he needs her for a reason. Like hacking?” 

“or just revenge. She did reveal who he really was and ruin his cover.” Rene suggested. 

“I think it’s more than that. He needs Felicity cause he could’ve taken any one of else and done the same thing.”

Suddenly, Oliver saw the picture more clear. “Prometheus wants Helix. He wants to know how she was able to expose him. I know it.  Curtis. Do you think you’ll be able to find Helix?” 

“Of course.” 

“Then do it. Rene, search the lair for clues, anything that might help us. Diggle, call Lyla. We need ARGUS’s help for this.” 

Oliver grabbed his bike, strapping on the quiver. 

“What are you doing, Oliver?” 

Oliver turned around. “Doing what Mayor Queen does best. Holding a press conference.” 

read part I // part II // part III // part IV // part V

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“What?” Oliver demanded of Rene, He’d finally been given the green light to storm the buildings in front of him and Rene was telling him to wait?

“I found pills over by the glass cases. And—“ Rene stopped.

“Wild Dog, just spit it out.”

Instead his phone chirp, indicating he’d gotten a picture message.

The photo was slightly blurry, but Oliver knew what it was. Two tone glasses frames, with a cracked lens and a broken frame were roughly placed on the floor. They were Felicity’s.

“I went downstairs to search, just in case you missed something. I found these, with a bag of pills. It looks like the smack that the—“

“Bratva.” Oliver had gotten to the same conclusion. Anatoly wouldn’t dare. They might not be friends or brothers anymore, but Anatoly wouldn’t have touched Felicity. It was unthinkable.

“Keep looking, Rene.” He tapped Dinah on the shoulder, gesturing with his hand to the warehouse, apartment building, and a business in front of them. He then held his finger to his lips, indicating he wanted to keep this quiet. She headed towards the business.

Ducking around a corning in an alcove, he called up Anatoly, changing into the green leather while it dialed.

By the fifth ring almost to the voicemail phase, the Pahkan picked up.

“What do you want.” Came the flat response.

“What I want to know, Anatoly, is why there is smack in my bunker’s basement, right next to where I last saw Felicity Smoak. Did you take her? Have you betrayed me that far?”

“No, Oliver. We might be monster, but that line I don’t cross. It was nothing I ordered. False accusations do not heal what is broken, Oliver Queen. I don’t know why there are pills but it wasn’t me or my men—“

A flurry of Russian on the other end had Anatoly breaking off. Oliver only caught a bit of it, some of it including ‘man’, ‘missing’, and ‘not reported in’.

“Oliver, one of my Starling men has not checked in. Name of Makar Kotelysesky. Been suspicious of late. That is all I have for you. Do not contact me again. “

Oliver hung up without prompting.

“Curtis, find out who Makar Kotelysesky is, and run facial recognition. If you have to, use Pandora, do you understand me?”

“Copy.”

Dinah broke in. “Clear.”

Tugging up his hood, making sure his mask was in place, he headed towards the office building. Running, he started from the bottom and worked his way up, kicking open every door.

The entire place was abandoned, the FOR SALE sign out front hanging crooked and faded. The building was very familiar, Oliver felt, as he made it to the top.

The CEO’s office, the hallway in front of it, and the elevators, where covered in bullet holes. Dark stains that were spattered or pooled on the carpet, long since dried and set. More than half the carpet was covered in blood.

It wasn’t until he noticed an arrow, dark green, hidden slightly behind the secretary’s desk that he finally figured out where he was.

Lucas Bradshaw, of Bradshaw & Johnson, CEO of a large manufacturing company, had died in this room when the Hood had demanded repayment to his worker’s he’d laid off to cut corners of ill-made household cleaners. Not only had he’d fired the ones that had refused to remain silent, he’d killed civilians with traces of Ammonium in bleach.

A mother and her three kids had died after she’d purchased Lickety-Split Shiner, to clean their bathroom. They’d died in less than three hours.

And Lucas Bradshaw had gotten off free.

So the Hood, with his list, had murdered him right here in this office.

Just as Oliver was supposed to turn around, he caught sight of something fluttering on the wall, pinned underneath another arrow.

Cautiously, he approached it.

It was a photo of Samantha, William trudging behind her, a Starling Rocket’s cap on his head. Written over their faces were the words: HE’S NEXT.

Oliver ripped the photo off the wall. Damn you, Adrian.

“Clear.” Dinah again.

“I’m clear too.”

He shoved the photo into his suit pocket. “Chase was here though. He left me a message.”

Oliver stormed out of the office building, letting the door slam behind him.

“It might not be Prometheus,” Dinah said calmly, her voice double as she came around the corner.

“Of course it is! He left me a mess--.“ A door off the side of the building caught his eye. Jerking his head towards it, he took point, Dinah on his heels.

Curtis came online just as he reached for the handle. “Oliver, I found Makar and there’s something you should really see. You’re not gonna believe it.”

“Save it Curtis. There’s something I need to investigate.”

“But Oliver! Makar is found with—“ Oliver turned off his comm to Curtis and the team, leaving only him and Dinah.

The door was eerily unlocked, opening easily under his touch.

He opened it up, a squeal with rusty hinges.

Shuffling came from inside, followed by a groan.

Absolutely silent, he stayed in the shadows, hugging the wall. Dinah took the other wing, naturally following his lead.

The shuffling continued, then a word came that froze his heart.

“Frak.”

Abandoning caution, Oliver ran forward.

Under a bright spotlight, hands tied behind her back, tears streaking her face, curled in a tight ball as much as she could, was Felicity. Her ponytail was ragged, half of her hair was falling out, and she had her eyes closed.

“Felicity.” Her name whispered from his lips.

She jerked up, frantically looking around. “Oliver?” The timid hope in her voice about made him collapse.

He ran to her side, crouching next to her, and pulling out a flechette.”I’m here, Felicity, I’m right here.”. Oliver cut her bonds, then pulled her to him, nose in her hair, inhaling her sweet unique scent of flowers and honey, and amber.

Felicity fought against him though. It took him a second to realize it and reluctantly release her.

“No. no no no nooo. You weren’t supposed to be here. Why did you come? You were supposed to leave. Oliver you can’t be here. Leave! Please!”

“What, Felicity no. You’re coming with me. I’m going to get you out of here.”

“No! That’s what she wants! It’s a trap! You need to go now!”

“She?”

“She made me do it! She made me send you a message. It was all a trap. She’s not who you think she is!”

“Who isn’t? Felicity!”

But she just held on to him tightly, shaking her head.

“Hello again, Oliver.”

And a familiar stranger stepped into the light.