#oliciity

Seven (6x11)

Six (it’s a tie between 6x15 and Aruba)

Five (6x21)

Four (6x18)

Three (7x01)

Two (7x09)

One (7x07)

Send me prompts please!

Felicity dropped her purse and coat onto her chair, taking in Oliver from where he sat at the table. His gray hoodie was zipped down enough that she could see the bandages on his chest. She shivered, remembering how he’d looked when he walked into the bunker…covered in his own blood and pale, his eyes vacant. 

She hadn’t been able to stop glancing down at the wound where it looked like Prometheus has mutilated him…taken off his tattoo. And she couldn’t stop looking at it now.

“I need a place to stay.” She said, raising her shoulders. Oliver didn’t look up from the spot on the table that he was staring at. “They’ve been fumigating the loft…and uh, since you’ve been gone I’ve been staying here or at Dig’s.”

He raised an eyebrow, but still didn’t look up. “Please go, Felicity.”

“Lyla’s sick…they don’t want me staying over there. She doesn’t want to get me sick. And you know me. I hate being sick. I turn into a five year old and think I’m dying…not…that that doesn’t sound insanely insensitive and whiny right now.” She hesitated in his silence, not even a slight smile at her babbling. “Are you okay, Oliver?”

“Call Curtis.”

“Why?” She asked.

“So you have a place to stay. A different place than here.”

“I did. He didn’t answer.”

Oliver let out a breath. “Just…stop. Felicity, please.”

Felicity shifted her weight. “I’m not going anywhere else, Oliver. I’m right here.”

He lifted his gaze to look at her, but he didn’t meet her eyes. His eyes only reached her feet. “I’m fine, Felicity. I just want to be alone.” He muttered.

Approaching slowly, Felicity knelt down in front of his chair. “What did he do to you?” She whispered.

“Leave, Felicity. I don’t want you here.”

“Fine. I’ll call John to come over then. Let someone be here for you Oliver. For once!”

“Get. Out.” He growled, his voice low and on the edge of rage in a way that she’d only heard him use for his worst enemies.

Felicity grabbed his face between her hands and lifted his head up. His chin obeyed but his eyes stayed downcast. “You can’t even look at me.” She said, rubbing her thumbs over his cheeks. “What did he do to you?”

She hadn’t been able to sleep, thinking about Oliver down here, beating himself up mentally as badly as Prometheus had. She couldn’t stop imagining Adrian torturing him all week, but when she saw Oliver come back, saw that wound on his chest…she couldn’t stop thinking about it. Did he burn him until the Bratva tattoo was gone? Or had he cut his flesh right off? 

And what had he said to Oliver that made him unable to even look her in the eyes?

“Look at me,” She said, gripping his jaw. Finally lifting his eyes to hers for the first time since he came back, Felicity’s breath caught when she saw just how broken he was. “Oh, Oliver,” She whispered, nudging between his legs and wrapping her arms around him.

Oliver didn’t move. He waited until she let go, and then he stood up. “I need to be alone, Felicity.”

“No, you don’t. You think you need to rot down here, for what? Because Chase convinced you that you deserve it? Oliver…whatever he said, it was a lie. He was trying to break you down.”

Oliver turned around. “Look at me, Felicity,” he said gently, trying to lift his arms and flinching in pain. “He succeeded.”

She shook her head, stepping in front of him and touching his face again, “He hurt you. He tortured you. But you are so much stronger than to let him get inside your head. You’re a good man, Oliver Queen. Don’t let a psychopath like Adrian Chase let you believe differently.”

Oliver closed his eyes, shaking his head. “I appreciate what you’re trying to do, Felicity, but I just can’t. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t put on that hood and pretend that I’m helping people. I’m not saving anyone.”

“What does that mean? The fact that you could even believe that…breaks my heart. You’ve saved so many people, Oliver. You’ve made this city safer, you’ve made it so that people don’t have to run away from mirakuru soldiers, or Malcolm Merlyn trying to destroy their homes.”

“Those soldiers killed people. Malcolm’s machine destroyed half the city. What did I really do?”

Felicity ran her hands down his arms, holding onto his cold fingers and narrowing her eyes, “You saved lives, Oliver.” She mumbled, looking into his eyes and trying to shake whatever terror Prometheus caused inside of him. “You stop the bad guys. The city needs you.”

Oliver pulled his hands from hers, “I can’t…I can’t hear this right now. I don’t want to talk about this anymore, okay? I just want you to leave.”

He turned away from her, limping towards the back room. Felicity followed. “Well, too bad.” She followed him into the small room with a bed that barely fit in it. Oliver sunk onto the bed, dropping his head in his hands. Felicity quickly stepped into the room and sat beside him. “I’m not going anywhere.” She whispered, pulling him against her body.

Oliver finally gave in, resting his head on her chest and holding onto her. He exhaled, the breath full of emotions that he was refusing to open up about. He kept it in, never trusting her. But that didn’t surprise her. She didn’t even care at that moment. Felicity leaned back,dragging Oliver onto the mattress with her.

He let her kick off both of their shoes and get comfortable under the blankets, and then her fingers were lightly tracing his shoulder and arm, running through his hair. She kissed the top of his head and he let out a deep breath. “That feels good.” He mumbled, already on the edge of sleep.

Felicity bit her lip, wondering how much sleep he’d gotten in the week that Prometheus had him. “Sleep, Oliver.” She whispered, pressing her cheek against his head and holding onto him as tightly as she could.

“Felicity…” he trailed off, and she thought that he’d fallen asleep. “The loft isn’t being fumigated, is it?”

She shook her head, smelling his hair as her nose grazed it. His hold on her tightened. “And Lyla’s not sick.”

“No,” she whispered.

Oliver sighed. nuzzling his face against her neck. “Thank you.”

Felicity let out a breath, “You’re welcome.”

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I’m weirdly intruiged by this lol like part of me is like wait what but the other part is like ok i could def like this

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