psychedeliccentipede asked:Â Roy pulls a prank on Felicity and switches her hair dye so that her hair color goes back to its (almost) orignal color?
This is unedited, sorry. This was really cute, and it ended up being totally Olicity at the end, which makes me happy :) Thanks for the prompt!
I'm going to murder him. I'm going to take one of those stupid little red arrows and stab him--so many, many times. I'm going to put it through his foot and then I'm going to--I'll put a virus in his phone, one that will wail terrible, horrible sounds anytime he tries to do anything with it.... yes. I'll find all his embarrassing baby photos and put them everywhere. I swear it.
"Felicity can you--," Oliver said and stopped. He had been standing at my work station with his back turned, but when he looked around at me he stopped dead. He seemed unsure of how to proceed, should he comment on the hair? Or the fuming face beneath it? He settled for: "A-are you alright?"
"Where. Is. Roy?" I said through gritted teeth, "WHERE IS HE?"
"Uhhh..." Oliver didn't seem like he wanted to tell me where his young protege was, perhaps in fear for the kid's life.
"Don't you uhhh me Oliver Queen!" I snapped, advancing on him, "You tell me where he is this minute or I'll--,"
"Where who is?" Came Diggle's voice as he entered the Foundry. "Going for a new look, Felicity?"
I gave an anguished cry, tugging at the dark brown mess of curls on my head. It was an awful color, just awful.
"NO I AM NOT, NOW SOMEONE HAD BETTER TELL ME WHERE ROY HARPER IS OR I SWEAR TO STEVE JOBS GOD REST HIS SOUL I WILL TURN THIS CITYÂ UPSIDE DOWN TO FIND HIM."
There was a heavy pause as the two men stared at me in shock, then the red-suited culprit came downstairs.
After that, I sort of blacked out with rage. I remember lunging at him and then Oliver was physically holding me back as I screamed threats, and Roy hid behind Diggle.
"What is going on here?" Oliver raised his voice over the pandemonium.
"ASK HIM!" I shouted, still trying to escape Oliver's steely arms, pointing an accusatory finger at Roy.
"It was just a harmless prank!" He said, peeking out from behind Diggle.
"NO! Putting sticky notes all over your bike was a prank! Switching out the water in my coffee maker with vinegar was a prank! MESSING WITH MY HAIR IS NOT A PRANK."
"I'll pay for however much it costs to fix it." Roy said in a very small voice. "I'm sorry."
"You're damn straight you will--"
"Roy, why don't you go out on patrol?" Oliver suggested, still not letting me out of his arms, no matter how much I squirmed. Roy bolted, and Diggle left with him, maybe to make sure he got out of the area before I could get my hands on him.
Oliver finally released me and I rounded on him, "If you ever physically restrain me like that again, I'll empty your bank accounts."
He gave me a small smile, "My bank accounts are already empty, Felicity."
"I can make them negative." I growled.
He reached out and tucked a strand behind my ear, "It doesn't look that bad, and he said he'd pay to fix it."
I gave him a withering glare, "Have you ever gone to a salon Oliver?"
"No." I said, "No you probably haven't, so you wouldn't know how hard it is to get an appointment at a good salon, or how expensive it can be to do a color correct. In the mean time, I have to go to work with this horrible color."
"It's not horrible." He promised, "It looks kinda nice, different, but not bad. I've always wondered what you would look like as a brunette."
"This isn't far from my natural..." I said, slightly mollified.
"My sister might be able to pull a few strings to get you into a good salon tomorrow." He said, pulling out his phone, "Would that be okay? Can you hold off killing my sidekick for now?"
I heaved a defeated sigh, "Fine, I guess so."
I won't kill him, but I'm still going to get my hands on baby photos that would look nice poster size around the club.
