But what if the only person Oliver can feel is Felicity?
OH, well this is fun.
Do we want to go full on Haven AU here?? When Oliver returns from the island, suddenly the Troubles descend on Starling City and he can’t feel anything anymore. And really, this is a good thing because now he can fight through just about anything, RIGHT? It will be so much easier to fight crime when he can get shot and just keep going. This would have been a really useful thing on the island, etc.
So basically everyone has troubles, and they’re probably all caused by Malcolm Merlyn (he has some kind of trouble generating machine instead of an earthquake machine??? idk idk it could work). Thea probably can’t see the color blue anymore, which is a problem for her because it’s hard to coordinate outfits now. Tommy suddenly has no alcohol tolerance (bummer, man). Laurel has some verbal trouble that happens every second Wednesday of the month which means she can’t argue in court those days. Moira has mind viruses that she has to control because if she doesn’t, Malcolm will (that’s part of how he coerces her into working with him — if she screws up, he’ll force her to unleash the mind viruses on Oliver and Thea). Roy’s trouble is obviously that he can no longer steal purses without being caught. I don’t know what Diggle’s trouble is (open to suggestions, or I can think on it). Felicity is the IT girl version of Audrey in this universe so she is immune to the troubles, although no one knows that yet. Felicity thinks whatever trouble she has coming is something with a delayed onset. After all, these things don’t affect everyone all the time.
ANYWAY, at first Oliver thinks it’s going to be fine, but ultimately this whole troubles thing makes Oliver’s quest to save Starling City a lot more difficult because no one knows what’s going to happen at any given moment. Plus, Oliver is really starting to be bothered by the fact that he can’t feel anyone. He did just get back home, and while he’s trying to keep his distance from his family to keep them safe, he also wishes he could feel it when Thea hugs him.
So imagine his surprise when the awkward IT girl at his family’s company accidentally brushes his hand when she goes to pick up the laptop and… he felt that. He had really planned on alternating between a few people when he needed tech help so as not to arouse suspicions until he knew who he could trust, but this… this requires some immediate follow up. He doesn’t tell anyone about it, but he does think it’s curious that he can feel her and he wants to try to figure out why.
Felicity doesn’t discover what Oliver’s trouble is until the night his mother shoots him and he shows up in the backseat of her car. She probably says something along the lines of she’d offer him some ibuprofen if she had any, at which point he says he’s fine and it doesn’t hurt. Felicity doesn’t understand that until later, when Oliver is passed out. Diggle explains what Oliver actually meant.
Felicity is very concerned about Oliver’s inability to feel pain being a liability for him. If he can be that injured and still feel nothing, he might not know when it’s time to retreat and seek medical attention when he really needs it! PLUS, there are so many everyday things that require sensory feedback and really, it just makes sense if she samples everything before he eats it when they’re together because otherwise he might burn his mouth! Felicity can’t help it. She’s a worrier.
(They keep trying to stop Malcolm Merlyn but since there’s no earthquake machine it’s more complicated and maybe Oliver kills Merlyn but no one can find the source of the troubles. That’s their big issue: the quest to figure out how to make all of this stop. They know Merlyn was the original source. The problem is, of course, he had a backup. “Redundancy!” Merlyn gloats as he dies.)
So when does Felicity finally learn that Oliver can feel her?? Probably not until after Oliver kills the Count. Felicity is still concerned for him when she notices he was shot, as she always is because he could be a lot more injured than he realizes!! So imagine the scene pretty much as it played out - “You were shot!” / “Hey, it’s nothing. The only thing I feel is you…” and that last part just slips out because emotions are running so high.
I don’t really know what else happens. But yeah, eventually there is sex and Oliver is pretty much in sensory overload and it’s all very emotional.
Not sure a Haven AU is what you were going for, Anon, but I hope you enjoyed anyway.
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I’m really sad I did not know this series existed until this moment. I need them all.
After seeing the AU GIFset of Felicity as the vigilante on your dash, I got to ask, has anyone actually attempted writing that yet?
I don’t think so?
I know there’s a version of that gif set (I think it’s the same one) which has a couple of people reblogging and adding to the story so it kind of turns into a fic, but I haven’t come across an actual fic with that AU written out.
Does anyone know of a fic where Felicity is the Arrow instead of Oliver?
So. Since tumblr basically feels safe because I have, like, 3 followers, I’m going to post this. I’m taking a week off Arrow. Which pretty much means I will be checking my social media less also (not that I’ve been up to much here on tumblr before the hiatus). So this way I can post it and not be obsessively checking to see if anyone sees it or likes it. So yeah. Rambling now.
I think I may continue to work on this during the week, though. Not sure yet. (I’ve got more outlined and a few drabbles of scenes, but yeah.)
I figure posting it here will be less scary to me than ff.net or AO3 at this point. And this is the only part that remotely close to being post-able…
My first go at ff:
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I hadn’t stepped foot in that world for 5 long years. If I hadn’t run into the blonde and bombshell, I could’ve stayed on my own little island forever…
The blonde he literally ran into. He was rushing through the rain-slicked streets after another not-so-great night on the hunt for some lowlifes terrorizing the local business owners in the Glades.
She came hurtling around a corner and crashed into him with a audible “Oof.” His good arm automatically wrapped around her waist to steady her while she grabbed his shoulders to steady herself. Thankfully, his light hiss of pain was covered by the immediate flow of her words.
“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going. Well, I was paying attention, actually. I just didn’t notice you coming. Not that you aren’t noticeable, because I’m sure you are. But I’m in a bit of a rush and I—”
He let himself listen to her out of breath voice as she rambled on, before he decided to interrupt. He flashed what used to be his trademark smile and said “I’m always willing to be swept off my feet by a beautiful girl.”
She suddenly looked uncertain and a little bit uncomfortable, but that was probably for the best. She needed to continue on her way so he could get back to his place and collapse. Now that his forward momentum had stalled, he was starting to feel all the aches, pains and the familiar rushing in his ears that let him know he had lost way too much blood tonight. He hoped she didn’t notice his arm tightening around her waist as he had an increasingly difficult time keeping himself upright.
"You’re…you’re…" she glanced at his face, and for a split second he was sure she somehow knew everything there was to know about him and how he spent his nights. A twitch of her fingers that still rested on his chest caught her gaze. "You’re bleeding."
Surprised, he let out a quiet huff of exasperated amusement. “I don’t exactly need to be told that.”
The clatter of trash cans and breaking glass caused her to toss a nervous glance over her shoulder. After a quick and somehow thoughtful glance at his face, her arms slipped from their resting place on his blood-soaked chest as she placed herself in a support position under his arm. He found himself slowly moving forward when Blondie spoke again. “Alright. Time to get you somewhere less bleeding-out-in-the-open-where-anyone-can-see-me.” She took a deep breath. “You’ll have to tell me where to go.”
By the time he directed her to pull the keys for his building out of his coat pocket, Felicity Smoak was huffing and puffing and starting to second-guess her decision to help this stranger. Somehow he seemed to become larger and larger the closer he came to losing consciousness and keeping him upright was becoming increasingly difficult. She had kept up a stream of chatter as she went, trying to keep him awake and moving.
She had a fight on her hands wrestling his keys out of his trench coat pocket one-handed and then let out an annoyed groan as she tried to make sense of the massive set of keys now resting in her hand. She reached up to touch his cheek.
“Hey. You still with me, stranger? I need to know which key to use. Which key opens the door?”
He stared at her face for a second, brow furrowed. Sluggishly his gaze moved down to her hand holding the keys between them. His arm slid from her shoulders and he clumsily fumbled with the keyring before pulling out a couple of keys and handing them back.
Felicity ended up pushing him against the brick wall while she tried to unlock the door. With a cry of victory, she turned to him with a smile just as his body began to slide down the wall.
“Oh no, you don’t!” She grabbed for him and managed to get her hands under his arms and heave him to his feet. Heels had definitely been the wrong choice in footwear that morning.
“Come on, you. Stay with me. You are way too heavy for me to pick you back up. You fall down and I’m leaving you outside.” He snorted as he fought to focus on her words. To focus on staying conscious.
Somehow she managed to get him down the hall, through another door and onto the couch. Mostly. It was his own fault. If he hadn’t decided to pass out as soon as they were within shoving distance of the sofa, he might be more comfortable. She still tried to rearrange his limbs into a more comfortable position, without much success.
Felicity bit her lip as she looked over her shoulder and into the other room. Heading into the tiny kitchen, she grabbed a couple dishtowels and tried very hard not to notice how much red covered her hands and sleeves. After tucking the towels behind the wound in his back, she carefully peeled off her coat.
“Something tells me bloodstains are not coming out of my coat.” Certain it was just the latest casualty of this awful day, she let the coat fall to the floor and began to search for the bathroom and hopefully some kind of first aid supplies.
He woke up slowly, which was his first clue that he has a bad night. Then came the pain. He lay still, mentally cataloging the aches and pains. Shoulder. That was the worst.
His memories of the night before were hazy at best. The last thing he remembered with clarity was getting shot. Then there was a blond woman…with Dig’s voice? No, he was certain he hadn’t seen Diggle last night. He was in his apartment. Everything looked the same—wait.
A pile of green fabric. A coat maybe? A coat that was apparently covered in his blood. It was a relief to know he hadn’t been so far gone that he had dreamed her up.
He found her sitting at his desk, which looked remarkably neat, not at all how he left it in his rush to leave the day before.
“I hope you don’t mind. It literally hurt my soul to see the state this office was in.” She stood, extending her hand. “Felicity Smoak.”
He just looked at her for a moment.
“I know. Oliver Queen, Arrow Investigations.” She nervously pushed up her glasses before gesturing awkwardly at the doorway he was leaning against. “It’s on the door.”
So it has been FOREVER since I watched these, so I’m a little shaky on my characterizations, I’m sure (longer for She-Ra than He-Man), but I randomly thought about She-Ra the other day and how I would totally be in full support of Emily Bett playing her. And this is where my mind went…
It would ruin my Olicity hopes and dreams (or just get rid of the whole Adam/Adora are twins angle), but I like the idea of this—
She-Ra/Adora - Felicity He-Man/Adam - Oliver Man-at-Arms - Diggle Teela - Laurel Evil Lyn - Isabel Skeletor - Malcolm Merlyn Bow - Tommy! Angella - Moira Glimmer or Frosta - Thea The Sorceress - Shado Frosta - Sara Catra - Helena
I was waiting to see if I could come up with anything else exciting with this. but this is all. Just a cast-ish type list.
Because seacoloredeyes mentioned it in her tags, I confess that I miss Felicity’s babbling about Oliver’s hotness. But I’m like 99,9999999999% sure they subdued Felicity’s attraction to Oliver just to set up Oliver’s belief that she’s not into him at all, that as she got to know him more, even her crush faded away and now she only sees him as a good friend.
And probably the idea that she sees him as a family member didn’t help at all. It’s like, everywhere he looks, the only obvious evidence is that Felicity doesn’t see him as someone she’d be interested. And that’s okay. Even great. He didn’t need this complication anyway. The last thing he needed was a reason to confront his real feelings for his partner and have to deal with it.
If you don’t acknowledge it, it’s not real. You don’t have to take responsibilities.
Oh, I love this. I had never thought about it that way but now that you mention it, it makes complete sense.
(I hope you’re happy, btw, because this hurt my Oliver Queen shaped heart copious amounts. It’s kind of a good hurt but still, I hate those beautiful oblivious morons.)
And while I agree with you about the writers’ motive for the lack of innuendo, I still think a part of it a part of it is down to Felicity’s character development as a result of the fallout of the earthquake. I don’t want to write my reasoning down because I already did it here a month ago.
BUT that makes me love it even more, because character development that makes total sense for one of my favorite characters and that also helps the slow burn of my ultimate OTP? YES YES YES.
Oh, I totally agree. It’s part of her character development. That choice is double-edged, while it shows that Felicity grew up and also that her feelings are not just ~crush on the hottie hero, it also works on Oliver’s own development and soul research of his deep feelings ;)
To me, it’s also like she stopped seeing hotness and started seeing Oliver. And she doesn’t objectify him not because she isn’t attracted, but because yes, she is attracted, but it’s not the first thing that she thinks of when she thinks of Oliver. Now, we get more relationship like babbles like “I love how we spend our nights.” But it’s also that she’s moved on from getting floored at having a hot guy around because now? There are always hot guys around. Damn, she’s got to get some work done. (I do think that there has been a pause button pushed though but only in reference to their romantic relationship. I’m hoping that their emotional relationship keeps progressing.) I miss Oliver reacting to it though. I miss that kind of interaction.
Um, also could be as basic as the fact she likes him for reals now and is extra careful not to say anything awkward. (I mean, that’s what I would do anyway. I’m more likely to not talk to you if I have a crush than flirt. Or babble uncontrollably. Because I’m more careful.) I would agree with all of the above though too.
“I’m always late because I’m a procrastinator and I procrastinate because I’m overwhelmed and I’m overwhelmed because I’m a perfectionist and I’m a perfectionist because I need affirmation and I need affirmation because I feel unworthy and I feel unworthy because somewhere, sometime, something in me cracked and the idea that I am lovable leaked out… I broke. And I’m still broken… And Jesus finds me like that, leaky and late, and He scoops up the pieces and makes me new. I’ll probably break again tomorrow, or in like five minutes, but He’ll keep scooping, again and again, until the day I finally get it, until the day I learn that I was created to be loved. And that day, that glorious day, the angels will sing in Heaven and, by God, I. will. be. on. time.”—
“See the man who would not make God his refuge, but trusted in the abundance of his riches and sought refuge in his own destruction!” [Psalm 52:7 ESV]
“When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, You knew my path…I cried out to You, O Lord; I said, “You are my refuge, My portion in the land of the living…Bring my soul out of prison, So that I may give thanks to Your name…” [Psalm 142:3a, 5, 7a NASB]
"Let me hear Your lovingkindness in the morning; For I trust in You; Teach me the way in which I should walk; For to You I lift up my soul…I take refuge in You. Teach me to do Your will, For You are my God; Let Your good Spirit lead me on level ground. For the sake of Your name, O Lord, revive me. In Your righteousness bring my soul out of trouble.” [Psalm 143:8, 9b, 10, 11 NASB]
“O Lord, I call upon You; hasten to me! Give ear to my voice when I call to You! May my prayer be counted as incense before You; The lifting up of my hands as the evening offering. Set a guard, O Lord, over my mouth; Keep watch over the door of my lips. Do not incline my heart to any evil thing, To practice deeds of wickedness With men who do iniquity; And do not let me eat of their delicacies. Let the righteous smite me in kindness and reprove me; It is oil upon the head; Do not let my head refuse it… For my eyes are toward You, O God, the Lord; In You I take refuge; do not leave me defenseless…”
"We must return to these stories and events to remember not just the Bible stories, but the story that contains them all—the One Story of God’s incomprehensible, outrageous acts of redemption, the stories of a God gathering a people for his name. Here in its pages appear fierce and unlikely heroes, terrifying battles, pilloried prophets, resistant saints, miraculous healings, a foot-washing King, a bloodied God on a cross, a hollow tomb, the final wrath and glory judgment, and a denouement that ends more miraculously than anything we could imagine: the coming of a new city with open gates and a purified people now called sons and daughters who, needing no other light, will enter and walk by the light of the Lamb.
Not everyone will be there. It is not a safe or simple story. Yet the story is for all of us to hear and to heed. We are invited into these pages, not as editors with red pens in hand, but as supplicants seeking understanding and truth. We are invited to live into this narrative, but not to rewrite it, either to gut it of its offense or to reshape it for short attention spans and better sales.”
Awesome doesn’t let the crowd determine the size of the performance. Awesome gets up for 2 people or 200. Awesome writes great books even if no one is going to read them. Awesome sweeps store floors when no one is looking.
Awesome can’t help itself.
Awesome has a huge heart. And that’s what it always plays too.