Anonymous asked: can we get some kid!fluff. like oliver and felicity meet when they're kids and he decides he loves her????
Oliver Queen was four years old when he met what he deemed to be the love of his life.
Evidence to prove this was taken from what he learned from his grandpa, who, just the day before, had informed Oliver that he knew grandma was it for him when she smiled at him and he wanted to spend his whole life making sure she never stopped.
When Oliver met Felicity, she was not smiling; instead, she was crying. It was a high point that summer and her scoop of mint chip slid right off her cone to land half on the ground and half on her shoes with little cat faces all over them. Her blonde hair was up in pigtails with little cherry hair ties, and the pink dress she wore boasted a large yellow flower on the front.
She was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen in his four years.
Ok, I’ve missed it at first but now! ASDFGHJNHBGFDSDFGH
Person who requested this promt, I love you so much!
Dear Lee, can I marry you?
I’m so screwed!
olicityslowburn asked: Teenage AU!! Scrawny 13 year old Felicity comes back after 4 years abroad and let's just say her best friends Tommy and Oliver are more than slightly smitten. Please!! And thank you.
Oliver glanced at his watch for the third time in the last hour. Her plane had been delayed and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t getting anxious. Four years was a long time. Too long, by his estimate.
Tommy was trying to get in as much reading as he could before she got there. Felicity had warned them last week that she was going to quiz them on their comic book knowledge as soon as she saw them. Of course, they’d had more time than just the last week to prepare. When they met her back in third grade, she’d been a geek of the highest order and had managed to turn both of them onto the awesome world of graphic novels and sci fi. Unfortunately, since she’d left to study abroad when she was 13 years old, they didn’t have her on their backs to see if they’d read the latest issue of whichever series she was currently obsessed with. And, as was common with them, they let their reading slide in favor of others things, like girls and partying.
But, she was finally coming home. Or so the giant ‘Welcome Back Felicity’ board they had folded up and waiting said. Felicity kept in contact with them, of course. She sent long, rambling letters every two weeks, telling them about all the amazing places she’d been and what she was studying. Oliver wasn’t as good at keeping up with those letters. For every two or three of her six page letters there was one, sloppily written reply, his chicken-scratch slanted to one side, looking odd against her flowery, flowing writing. But he did write her, and miss her. Constantly, actually. The last time he saw her, she was all arms and legs, her thick, curly brown hair constantly being dragged back into a ponytail to get out of her face. And the braces, couldn’t forget the braces. The image in his head made him grin, though.
OH MY GOD! OH MY FUCKING GOD!
This just totally made my day, damn! I can’t think about anything but that!
Damn you, Lee!
I almost died from the fluffy feelings and now I can say that I almost recovered from your last fic, yay!
And I still have a new chapter of What does home look like so I think I can call the day very fortunate!
A while ago I got this prompt (that stupid!me accidentally deleted when cleaning up the inbox) basically it was about Oliver and Felicity’s kid that got in trouble at school/kindergarten and Felicity telling Oliver that just because he was the Arrow’s kid doesn’t mean he could beat the other…
ohmypreciousgirl asked: Can it be crack fic? Cause I really want to read a fic where Oliver starts reading romance and self-help books because all his past relationships are huge fails, so now that he's with Felicity he's freaking out cause he needs to get it right with her as she's the love of his life! So, that means he will seek all the help he can get!
Felicity found the first one stuffed up under the cushion of her couch.
Oliver had, not so subtly, pushed it under there when she walked into the living room after her shower, toweling her wet hair, asking him what he was doing. He’d looked awkward, uncomfortable in a way he never really was. But when she asked him what he’d been reading, he distracted her. Crossing the room, taking her up in his arms, he buried his mouth at her neck and licked up a bead of water. She forgot about the book, well, about everything, really, until around 3 am when she got the munchies and snuck out from Oliver’s heavy arm tossed over her waist. He’d mumbled something in his sleep about mergers and kiwi before burying his face in her pillow, because he always stole it and she usually ended up with her head on his chest anyway.
She was sitting on the counter, dressed in his discarded dress shirt and eating a stack of Pringles, when she remembered what had started the whole thing. It wasn’t long before she found herself tip-toeing over to the couch, so very aware of every creaking noise that occurred with each step and how loudly she seemed to be breathing. Oliver was a ninja; he would wake up at the tiniest of sounds. Well, okay, he usually would, but, cue buffing her nails on her shirt, because she totally knocked him into a sex coma with her awesome moves. Four for her.
ASDFGHGFDS Perfect! I needed this!