Oliver Queen

Crackship - Amber Heard & Stephen Amell

“Behind that mask, it’s me.”

I wonder of the one who rescued me. He was a trickster and clearly knew things to come, wearing the face of the man who never left my heart. I wonder if he had not worn the face of the man I loved if things would have gone as they had. It was the beginning of my life changing. 

I went through hell and I learned who was truly important in my life and in my heart. I’m over it and yet I’ll never be over it. 

I should talk to Morgane about it, perhaps she could tell me who it truly was the took me and if justice can be served. I stand for justice now far more than I used to. Not revenge, though I guess that would be part of it, but justice and to stop this ever happening to another.

Have there been other girls since then? Have they been lost in Hell with cruel spirits wearing the names of ancient Gods? I can’t help but imagine that the true Hades and Persephone would not have been party to such dark games and cruelties. As twisted as the Greek Gods were.

No, the more I think on it the more I think it was not Gods but Demons who controlled my body and tried to break my soul. 

Two years since that happened and I remember each moment crystal clear even though I wish to never think on them again. At least the trauma has eased and I no longer feel broken and used by it. I no longer feel unworthy because of it. 

Still I wonder if Hermes would come if I called and answer the questions he never would before. Perhaps I shouldn’t wonder, shouldn’t bring it all up again. But it has been two years and it is on my mind again. 

I feel very small and fragile when the night descends and I remember. Tonight’s bad guy wears the bruises of me reclaiming my strength. I should apologise for the displacement. I should curl up in Alistair’s arms and know I am strong and I am love. I am whole. Life is good. 

It’s cool, it’s an inside joke.

Or giving them to me… 

I think Oliver enjoys watching Katie kick ass. 

Susie wondered where it would go, if Oliver could ever love her the way that she already loved him. There was a chance that things wouldn’t work out and she’d end up broken again, it wasn’t like she wasn’t broken up about things prevously. It was like that song, maybe by N’Sync. Well, maybe not while they were together…

“Susie?” Oliver snapped her out of her thoughts, he looked a bit worried by her just spacing out. 

“Sorry…yes….” Susie replied. “I mean sorry I spaced out and yes I’ll be your girlfriend if you’re sure you want that.”

“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t.” Oliver replied. “I’d never do that to you.”

“Then yes, yes, I would like to be your girl and to date.” 

Oliver smiled at Susie, the kind that spread across his face and lit up his eyes.

“Good”, he said before kissing her again.

“And I know what my first task as your official boyfriend should be.”

Susie arched an eyebrow at him, looking both amused and curious.

“What’s that?”