#loliver

A soulmate.

Growing up, Oliver never believed in 'the one'. That was a fairy tale, an illusion, a lie people told themselves.

And then he met Logan, and he ate his own words.

Because how could he not be the one? He makes Oliver feel... whole. There's an old story about how soulmates used to be one person with two heads that were split in two, forced to wander the earth in search of one another. It always came to mind when Oliver thought of Logan.

who: Logan ( @xavecamour )

Ah, Valentine’s Day. A day to spend way too much money on commercialized rubbish and chocolates to spoil your loved ones with. An excuse to buy the ugliest teddy bears and put them on your brothers’ pillows so that it would be what they woke up to. 

Oliver loved Valentine’s Day - even if he was currently single. This Valentine’s was even proving itself to be better than most; he’d opened the front door that morning to find a bouquet on his doorstep. After staring at it for a moment, surprised, he’d picked it up tentatively to read the note. Sometimes, an odd fan or two would find out where they were living and be really weird about it - so Oliver was always wary. This seemed to be a Valentine’s gift, however, and it was addressed to him. The note said that it was from his knight in shining armour. 

When Oliver had read the words, he’d smiled so hard his cheeks ached. His heart was still doing little somersaults in his chest just thinking about it. So, he did what any man would do - he called Logan and asked the man out on a date.

Well, not out. He’d invited Logan to his place for wine and (the idea came from a sudden burst of inspiration) baking together. He hoped the man would prefer a quiet night in. It was the best Oliver could offer him right now. 

He was just finishing up his charcuterie board when the doorbell rang. He wiped his hands on a dish towel before tossing it rather haphazardly aside and hurrying downstairs. He stopped at the front door, took a deep breath and straightened his shirt - then opened the door with a smile. 

“Hi,” he said smoothly. “Welcome to my home. Do come in.” 

Can't believe that I'm so lucky I have never felt so happy, every time I see that sparkle in your eye

Lilly: Hey. I’m just sitting here. Wearing my ring. My beautiful ring. Kinda makes wearing other stuff seem wrong.

Lilly: Like… my shirt. Kinda don’t wanna wear my shirt anymore. Or my underwear.

Lilly: Oh, that’s right, I’m not wearing any.

Oliver: *stop working and looks at Lilly* No underwear?

Lilly: Not even slightly.

But something odd started to happen on Reddit. I loath Reddit and make it a point never to go on the Arrow page mostly because it’s a cesspool of disgusting comments about Arrow, Olicity, the Olicity fandom, Felicity Smoak and Emily Bett Rickards. There’s been a fare amount of those disgusting comments also directed at me over the years too, so I stick to Olicity safe zones like Tumblr and Twitter. The f*ckboys can have Reddit.

Bizarrely though... some of the Reddit responses started making sense. 

Now, I don’t know if it’s an Olicity fan ghosting over there, but I have to acknowledge the possibility that some of the LL/L*uriver/Loliver fans are beginning to see sense and embrace logic. I am posting here because I feel its my civic duty to inform my followers that this is one of the signs of the apocalypse and PREPARE YOUR SOULS.