Mentioned characters: Senator Martha Kent, Clark Kent & etc
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Summary: When Oliver Jonas Queen came to the Kent Farm, last thing he expected was to find a beauty…
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The sky was partly cloudy, sun shining across Smallville every one in a while. Seemed like it might rain later on, but at the moment it was shiny skies for the townsfolk.
His car parked a few feet away from the household, stepping out of the car, Oliver smiled. Beautiful house, old fashioned and smell like a warm slice of homemade apple pie. He loves pie. Some flowers even scattered around the front yard.
He held a file in his hand, jogging up the steps to the house, knocking on the door twice as he assumed that it’s a large household so they might not hear him the first time. Just in case.
Once the door opens, Oliver Jonas Queen was dumbstruck when one of the most beautiful women he has ever seen turns to face him.
Ollie never thought of a encounter like this today. He was expecting to see Senator Kent or someone else. But not a lovely young women is dark hair, a pink baseball t-shirt and a beauty mark next to her roundly shaped nose.
“Yes?” Said the women, when Ollie kept staring at him like she had something on her face.
“Oh um. Yeah, sorry.” He laughed breathlessly, “I came to deliver this to your home.”
He gladly extended the envelope to her, she took it and slipped it underneath her arm.
“Queen Industries.” Read the dark haired beauty with a slight rasp in her voice, “Great! Mom was waiting for this to arrive.”
Oliver found the rasp in the voice cute and something he hasn’t seen too much in women he met. Wait mom?! Is that-does that mean-? He would’ve mistaken her to a young Senator Kent if he didn’t know what she looked like in the first place.
Or at least, her assistant.
No one told Ollie that Martha Kent was blessed with the most beautiful daughter. He wondered if she had more kids, two daughters? A son? Oh god, Oliver would have a field day and never want to leave!
If they have told him, Ollie would’ve brought flowers to the farm.
And a ticket to see a movie.
“You mean to say, you’re Senator Kent’s daughter?” Asked Oliver to confirm his decision.
“The one and only!” Replied Mrs. Kent’s daughter delighted.
“How wonderful.”
“Uh, thank?”
He was laying it on thick, as one can see.
She chuckled, thinking that this blonde was a sight for sore eyes. A supermodel with that charming smile, bright chocolate brown eyes and fluffy spiked up hair. One word to describe him, playful.
He’s probably taken by a gorgeous young blonde with blue eyes and killer curves. Lady killer.
If someone told her that Oliver Queen was coming, she would’ve prepared him a little gift to take home after he given her the files.
“And what do they call yo—” Oliver started.
“Lucy? Is something w-” called someone, unknowingly answering Ollie’s questions, “-oh! Who’s this?”
A lovely young blonde, probably older than the brunette, appeared joining Lucy at the door. GOD DAMN! Are there any more drop-dead gorgeous women in this house? Is Martha Kent hiding them all in her barn?!
He should’ve returned home to Smallville a long ass time ago then! Are they sisters? Cousins?
God Oliver wouldn’t be surprised if another showed up within the next few seconds. His grin is just growing by the minute he’s standing at their doorstep.
Honestly Oliver doesn’t care, all he knows that Mrs. Martha Kent was hiding beautiful women in this house and no one thought to tell him.
“Hey.” Said the blonde women, taking a breath when she sees him.
“Hi.” Ollie replied with a charming smile.
The women keeps on smiling at him. Again, gorgeous! Ollie internally winces, he’s been blessed today but doesn’t know how to truly handle it.
He likes both women’s beautiful grins and hint of amusements in the older ones voice.
Lois chuckled, smiling onto the way this man carried himself. Just like her friend, she found him super cute. Charming like a prince, but layback like a cool surfer boy.
Meanwhile the way he dressed screamed business causal with a hint of a playfulness that she liked.
“I’m Oliver.” He said offering another sunny smile.
“Lois. Lois Lane.” Said the blonde women with a grin, shaking his hand.
“And I’m Lucy, as you already gather from that.” Added the brunette with a smile.
“I had. Can i say, it’s a real pleasure to meet both of you, ladies.” He purred.
Lucy tried holding back a giggled, bitting the inside of her cheek and nodding.
Lois chuckled, holding up five bucks to him and said, “You know with a face like that, you can do a lot better than playing errand boy to the rich and arrogant.”
“Thank you very much but what is-is?” Oliver replied with a smile, sorta confused.
“You’re tip.”
“It’s a tip. Okay.”
“Seriously, aim higher.”
“Listen um—”
But before he could finished, Lois slammed the door in his face with a smile and walked back to her place on the kitchen counter. Oliver stood there, huffing not getting a moment to come out with a full sentence.
Lucy laughed shrugged watching her mother come in and ask Lois Lane who was at the door, as you can see the total embarrassment and emotions of regret wash over her punky friend’s face. The realization fell on both of their faces as her mother causally told them who that guy actually was.
As her mother left, Lois looked at her friends muttering, “That was Oliver Queen.”
“Yup!” Lucy replies wincing at the foolish timing at their actions and quickly race out of the door.
“Where are you going?!” Yelled Lois from her seat, watching the brunette go.
“To grab a coffee with Oliver Queen!”
“Ohh! I’m gonna go apologize to your mom.”
“And I gotta apologize to him.”
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Once Lucy was stumbling out of the steps of their nicely sized two story house, popping out her the collar to her jacket, the women looked around for the man. Never mind that, she was wondering if he came by car or foot!
Cause if this man came by either motorcycle or something, it would definitely harder to catch up to the blonde. Moments like this she wished she had Clark’s X-Ray vision or super speedy legs but sadly she wasn’t given the time to wonder, as out of the far left corner of her eye she saw it.
A deep black cherry car driven past the fields of the small freshly grounded land. There he was. She scurried out the gateway, racing past the tall grass and chilly weather trying to reach the car.
She ran up as fast as she could, trying to reach at least close to the side of the car, yellling out his name.
“Oliver! Hey!” She yelled out repeatedly when suddenly a screeching halt was loud that the cows from a yard away might’ve heard it.
Oliver heard a mix of yelling, shouting and screaming from behind the far right of his ear, looking at the rear view mirror to see the brunette from earlier. He gasped slightly, with a cheeky chuckle at the sight. She looked kinda silly racing toward a car that ran faster than her.
He started to slow down his car, wanting to tease the women a bit speeding up once he saw she got closer. Oliver laughed, reversing his energy into driving the car to the quickest speed he could without causing any damage or anything to the road.
Finally he noticed that he was wasting time, yelling back a joke about how slow she was as he came into a screeching halt that was too loud. He leaned against his driver seat, seeing her benched over her knees panting and huffing, mumbling softly ‘finally’.
He opened the door for her and told her hand, helping her inside the passenger seat with a soft smile and tossed her a water bottle. She quietly thanked him by taking the water and downing a large gulp, breathing heavily with a chuckle.
“Didn’t you hear me?” She asked with a smile, shaking her head.
“I did. But what the hell made you think you can outrun a Supercar?” He joked with a matching smile.
“Uh, i don’t know. But you slowed down a few times?”
“I was trying to see if you can take the heat.”
“Not funny. And not nice either, Mr. Queen?”
“Mr. Queen? Who told you?”
She panted with another chuckled, “My mother, she confirmed who you were. Lois didn’t know.”
“I can tell.” He replies holding up the 5 bucks from earlier, “She tipped me! But it’s fine, I wasn’t thinking straight either.”
“I can tell. You were kinda out of it. My mom wants to hopefully meet up with you later, if that’s alright?”
“I was hoping i would have time to meet her this afternoon anyway. I can do 5 o’clock.”
“Why 5? She’s free to talk now, if you like.”
“No, because I think i owe Senator Kent’s daughter small lunch after what i did. You know, trying to make a first impression on her?”
“Well played. Sure I’ll love that, Ollie.”
He smiled at the nickname, taking her out of a small drive around the town before a quick lunch at The Talon. Hopefully next time he can take her or Lois Lane out to Metropolis for a date.
She returned the smile, liking him already seeing something unique within this man, who just met but she didn’t what it is yet.
Little did she know that, Oliver Queen would become a longtime friend and future part of her extended-family.
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AHH! ☺️ I had fun writing this it’s been in my drafts for ages!!! Let me know what you think 💭
For the those of who are wondering about Lex Luthor and Lucy Kent? Don’t worry I’m working on something special yet specific for them! 😉
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oops another variant :: billie barnes in the arrowverse
( the flash s1 - s9 )
higher...
on December 11th, 2013, Billie Barnes' life went up in a flash of green and a haze of smoke. She awoke in a mysterious lab with newfound abilities and the news that her flight partner was missing and STAR labs was responsible. Nine months later, when her search turns up nothing but dead ends, Harrison Wells offers her his help in discovering the impossible.
The only catch?
Working with the man responsible for his disappearance as his team tries to unravel what really happened to her that night.
further...
Billie isn't the only one caught in STAR Labs' net, however. Barry Allen, a man she never thought she'd see again, has woken up to his own set of impossible circumstances. Suddenly the two are thrust into an uneasy partnership as a group of enhanced beings following the particle accelerator explosion--known as metahumans--begin to wreak havoc on Central City.
Perhaps its time she took a page out of her cousin's book and became someone else...or maybe...something else...
faster...
A/N: I really went back an forth on this one as to who is saving who. Hopefully I found a happy middle. But if you've got a preference for one shielding the other, I'm all ears! Lol
Also, this turned into something a little longer than intended. I might expand this into a whole episode at some point. Let me know what you think!
Word Count: 1.9K
Evelyn never considered herself as the “princess in the tower” type. Even as a little girl, she knew her place to be one of protector and caretaker for both her brother and mother. And when she took up the flaming sword, it felt as if her permanent state would forever be the knight in shining armor.
She didn’t resent the cards she had been dealt. For the most part it suited her. However, her lack of damsel experience was starting to get to her, especially now when she found herself trapped in a literal tower, guarded by an honest to God dragon.
One of the hell portals had opened up in the mountains of Geneva prompting Mary Shelley to not write Frankenstein. Science fiction and all it inspired were being slowly changed in the timeline. Ray now had a PhD in Medieval Literature. Nate couldn’t steel up. Even the Waverider itself was starting to change. Gideon was so scrambled she couldn’t get the ship off the ground.
As excited as Evelyn had initially been at the prospect of both Shelley and dragons, the mission had quickly turned more treacherous than any of them anticipated.
John had mentioned dragons preferred pure souls, the shine of them being just as precious as gold, or something like that. Good news, he had been right on the money and the dragon took her as bait without a second thought. Bad news, the rest of her team had failed to defeat the dragon before it carried her off and the Flaming Sword was torn from her grip.
She paced the floor, wracking her brain for some way out. She had tried the door to no avail. It was locked from the outside and without the sword her strength was considerably lesser. The window was out. All that lay below was a hundred foot sheer drop with not even a vine to cling to. The stone was old enough she could get some purchase, but there was no way she was making it all the way down in the storm currently raging on the other side. And even if she did, she knew there was a dragon at the base ready to pick her up and put her right back where she started.
She tried to remind herself that the team wouldn’t just cut their losses and leave her. Their loyalty wasn’t conditional. She could count on them to be there for her.
It had also been nearly twenty four hours and when had she ever given them a reason to doubt her ability to save herself.
She paused in her steps, forcing a deep breath through her lungs. There was a way out. She simply needed to have faith.
Sinking to her knees, she bowed her head in prayer.
“I pray to you, our father, for guidance. You know I do not usually ask for a personal audience, but I found myself a bit stuck. The sword you bestowed upon me is gone so I must call upon you for strength.” Her throat tightened as she felt the weight of that failure. Still she prayed, her hands shaking. “I cannot climb the wall. I cannot fight the beast. I cannot do this on my own.”
She paused, holding her breath for some kind of sign.
The wind rattled against the stone walls. The roof creaked under the strain. A distant thunder clapped in the distance.
No voices came. No understanding presence or even the sensation of a hand on her shoulder. All the familiar comforts and assurances the sword gave her were gone. She was alone.
“Please,” she begged. “God, if you’re listening, show me the way out.”
“Not God, love. Just me.”
She straightened, her head whipping towards the voice.
“John?”
He smiled at her stepping into the doorway with a cocky grin on his face.
She wasn’t sure what possessed her. All she knew was she was up and across the room in the matter of seconds. She wrapped her arms around him, his body an anchor she didn’t know she needed until this exact moment.
He stumbled slightly, but he soon recovered, wrapping his arms around her to keep them steady.
“You alright, Eves?”
She nodded, feeling a flush of embarrassment on her cheeks. Still, she couldn’t bring herself to fully pull away. “Sorry, wasn’t sure anyone was coming, that's all.”
He didn’t say anything, but the way he held her just a little tighter was enough.
Evie let herself sink into him, giving herself a moment to recenter. He was so warm. His clothes smelled like laundry, smoke and home. She knew things between them were complicated. Neither of them knew what to call it, but he had come for her and in that moment, they both knew he always would.
He let out a deep sigh, pressing a kiss against her temple as they slowly pulled apart.
“C’mon. We’re getting out of here.”
He took her hand, guiding her towards the stairwell only to pause mid step.
“Oh, almost forgot.” Reaching into his jacket pocket. “Might need this.”
He extended his hand, presenting her an all too familiar hilt.
She took it and in an instant a surge of strength and light pulsed through her veins. The symphony of the heavenly bodies once again echoed through her mind. She was at once herself and yet a passing memory of history and time; a body meant to serve.
Somehow, though all of it, her eyes fell to John.
He hadn’t let go of her hand, his gaze steady.
“You ready?”
She gave his hand a squeeze of assurance.
It was enough, as he pulled her with him down the tower steps.
“Where are the others?” she asked.
“Back at the Waverider,” John explained. “Zari is still trying to get it airborne."
“Then how did you get up here?”
“Teleportation circle. Didn’t have enough materials to cast it on everyone here and back again.”
“So how did you defeat the dragon?”
“Defeats a strong word. Incapacitate more like.”
“Incapacitate?”
She got her answer as eyes found the base of the tower. There, curled in the large anti-chamber was the dragon, its eyes closed as the strums of an enchanted harp played just beside it.
John pulled her close, raising a finger to his lips. He then nodded towards the corner on the other side of the room. Sure enough, she could just spot the circle of runes on the floor.
She jerked her head in understanding. Stealth was the name of the game, but that didn’t stop her from igniting her sword, just in case.
He led her along, his attention never straying far from the slumbering beast.
Evie in turn kept her ears on the music, holding her breath for the moment it might stop.
Above the thunder grew louder, the storm coming even closer with each step.
She could just make out John’s muttering, as they crept closer. The runes of the circle began to glow as the harp played on. For just a moment, she really thought the whole thing would go without a hitch.
She really should have known better.
A crack of lighting streaked across the sky, the light nearly blinding her. The tower rumbled, shaking right down to the foundations.
One moment she was standing, the next she was on the ground with John bracing himself over her, tucking her head against his chest and debris fell all around them.
A great roar echoed over the storm.
Evie peaked around to see the dragon raising its head over the dust, its eyes going in and out of focus.
“We need to go,” she said.
John looked around just in time for the beast to snap its head in their direction, its teeth bared in a snarl.
“You don’t need to tell me twice.”
He took her hand again, pulling her to her feet before sprinting toward the still glowing circle.
She didn’t dare look back, even as she felt the heat of hellfire on her heels.
The dragon roared as it followed, its massive body causing the ground to quake just as fiercely as the storm.
Still, it needed a moment to recover for another attack. The runes floated in the air ready to be charged. John all but dove into the circle pulling Evie to him.
Nothing happened.
“Something was supposed to happen, right?” she asked.
John brows furrowed, staring confused at the runes before his eyes fell to something on the ground.
“Bollocks!” John cursed. “Damned storm!”
Sure enough, the collapsing stone had cut off part of the circle leaving the whole thing next to useless.
John was on his knees the next second, clearing what he could away as he scrambled in his pockets for the remaining spell components.
“How much time do you need?” Evie asked.
“Just a few minutes.”
As if on queue the dragon stomped one of its claws into the stone causing her knees to buckle. Its chest glowed as red as embers as it reared back, smoke pouring from its snout.
Without thinking, Evie stepped in front of John, clutching the hilt of her sword in both hands.
An inferno rushed towards them.
She stabbed the sword into the ground as an eruption of heavenly light encircled around them.
The fire rolled off the shield like waves against stone. Her arms shook. Sweat beaded down her face as she felt the heat of it.
Somewhere she heard the call of her own name.
It was then she felt it, the hands of past wielders pressed on top of hers.
Let go, they whispered. You cannot do this alone. We heard your call. Rest. We can handle this. Simply surrender yourself.
“Evie?!”
Evelyn. You know what you must do.
The sword buckled in her grip, the power of the blast pushing it back through the stone. She pressed her forehead against the hilt, her chest heaving for breath.
An answer pressed against her lips. It would be so easy to just let them free. But she didn’t get the chance as a pair of arms wrapped around her middle, pulling her back.
Spinning runes and the dark interior of a castle transforming in an instant into open sky as she landed hard on a body.
“Might have cut that one a little too close,” John groaned.
Evie shook her head, trying to pull herself up, but it was no use. The world tilted sideways and John had yet to fully let go.
“You won’t hear any argument from me,” she said. “But I’ll take just in time too late any day.”
He let out a laugh, his head falling back to the ground as they both tried to catch their breath.
“Oh thank God. Evie, you okay?”
She looked up, just in time to see Sara approach.
“Nothing broken, Captain,” she assured, pushing herself off of John.
If Sara noticed her flush of embarrassment, she didn’t mention it as she turned her attention to John.
“Constantine?”
“Well considering I just single-handedly rescued your lady in waiting from a dragon, I’m feeling just fine,” he said dryly.
Sara gave him an unpressed look as her lips pressed into a hard line.
“Well considering it was your idea in the first place, I think we’ll just call it even.”
She reached out a hand, helping Evie back to her feet.
“C’mon, Zari says she might have found a work around with Gideon.”
The same courtesy was not extended to John as she marched back the way she came, intending Evie to follow.
John took it in well enough stride, pushing himself up with a low groan.
Evie took a moment to really look at the man, as he dug around for a cigarette; messed up hair, dirty trench coat and all.
She felt herself smile. He really did look like the type of knight she’d get.
