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Anonymous said: Hi Bri! I love your blog and follow you :) Btw, I am in a 'really HOT Olicity fic' mod. Any-old or new it doesn't matter- suggestions?


Hi beautiful!! 

HOT Olicity fics you say? Well….

Just to name a few. Basically go to the profiles of any of these authors on AO3 and you’ll find some pretty hot fics. Some most of these are PWPs but a lot of the above mentioned authors have other fics that are steamy with a side of plot too ;)

(This one is an Age Difference AU so fair warning if that’s not your thing.)

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absentlyabbie said: "You don’t have to stay." Oliver/Felicity


"You don’t have to stay." Her voice was muffled beneath the tissues, and the bags under her eyes were dark and heavy when she turned to look at him propped up against the hospital wall. "I know you have things to do, Oliver. I’m fine."

"You’re not fine," he said, nudging a second chair over to the bed where her mother lay in a coma. "And I’m not leaving."

"Queen Consolidated-"

"-has many competent and eager VPs who can run it for a few days." He was ready for that argument. The company was the least of his worries on a good day.

She sighed, shoving a hand through her hair. She just looked so tired. ”We had just found the Briggs hideout, that trail will go cold.”

"Then you’ll find it again, later. Diggle’s got Roy and Laurel there helping. They’ll keep things running." He saw her reach down for another tissue, only to find the box empty. He leaned his chair back on two legs so he could grab a fresh box from the shelf on the wall. "Felicity, this is your mother."

She bit her lip and ripped off the cardboard topper, blinking fresh tears off her lashes. Oliver watched her for a moment, hoping this time she’d open up. 

Instead that odd silence fell on the room again. He turned to look at the woman lying in the hospital bed while Felicity blew her nose loudly.

She was pale, brunette, haggard but with a bone structure that suggested she’d been very pretty as a younger woman.  

Hannah Smoak, 57, apparent deliberate overdose of a narcotic. That was all he could get from the police files after his partner had hurled her phone against the wall of the lair and burst into tears. Two hours later he was bundling her on a plane to Vegas. 

They’d been here two days, and she still wasn’t talking. 

"I got us a hotel room," he said quietly, watching her for a reaction. "It’s just across the street."

She shrugged and leaned back in her uncomfortable seat. “I’m fine.”

"You’re dead on your feet. And I’m not much better." He wrapped an arm around her shoulders slowly, ready to pull back if she stiffened up. He wasn’t expecting her to curl into him, to bury her head against his shoulder and tuck her knees into his lap in misery. "They’ll call us if something changes. Come and sleep."

It was another minute before he felt her nod against his shirt. He closed his eyes in relief, and when he opened them again the early morning light was peeking through the blinds. Felicity had climbed into his lap at some point and was fast asleep.

So much for the hotel. He slouched down in the chair and rested his head on the back. She wasn’t wrong, he had a number of other places he should be. But this was where he was needed. 

He wasn’t going anywhere. 

2 days ago
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Broken - chasethewind - Arrow (TV 2012) [Archive of Our Own]



The moments when we are at our weakest and most vulnerable are the moments when we need those that mean the most to us. Sometimes just knowing someone is there to help you through the pain gives you the strength to pull through. She became the strength he needed when life felt hopeless.
Set immediately after the Merlyn earthquake. Definitely one of my favourite Olicity fics to read :)

2 days ago
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Anonymous said: Oliver/felicity "look at me- just breathe okay?"


"That’s a little," Felicity paused, taking a deep breath, "hard to do when you are sitting on me."

Oliver closed his eyes as a chuckle escaped his throat. He glanced down at her, shaking his head. “Are you calling me fat?”

"This is not the time for jokes."

"We’re stuck in a cellar that’s beneath an abandoned house four hours outside of the city. If now’s not the time…"

"Please tell me Digg is almost here."

"Comm link broke an hour ago."

"How long was I out?"

Felicity nodded, taking in Oliver’s expression. “That long, huh?”

"Two hours."

"Hey," Felicity moved her hand up to cup the side of his face, "I’m okay?"

"You are."

"So no long face. Digg should be here soon. Which is good, because I’m hungry and I have to pee. And you probably only needed to know one of those things."

"First stop bathroom. Got it."

"Shut up." Felicity closed her eyes. "But also, yes, bathroom. And then food. I don’t feel like cooking."

"To be fair, you don’t often feel like cooking."

"Not my fault my boyfriend is a masked hero. Cooking isn’t exactly the first thing I think about doing when we get home."

3 days ago
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title: I Never Thought I’d Feel This Way For You (But I Wouldn’t Have it Any Other Way)

category: Arrow

ship: Felicity/Oliver

overall rating: NC-17

summary: Oliver needs a ghost whisperer, but doesn’t want people to think he actually believes in ghosts. He accidentally discovers that an…

3 days ago
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Anonymous said: "Just the two of us?" - felicity to oliver asking her out on a date


[new favorite]

—The First of Many—

“Let’s do something.”

“What do you mean?”

Oliver shrugged.  “I mean let’s go out.”

She frowned at him, turning in her chair, the better to scrutinize him.  “What, like…just the two of us?”

“Well…yeah,” he said, “if you want.”

“Like…to do what?”

He shrugged again, hands stuffed in his pockets.  “Whatever you want.  We can go to a movie.  Or dancing.  I think they have wine tastings at that restaurant you like so much on Saturdays,” he suggested various alternatives.  “I just feel like getting out.”

“And taking me with you?” she asked, still not fully grasping the idea.

He chuckled.  “Yeah, that was the idea.  Unless you don’t want t—”

“No, no!” Felicity said, holding up a hand.  “I’m just trying to be clear.  You want to go out.  With just me.  Alone.  On a Saturday night.  For…a wine tasting?”

He tipped his head back and sighed.  “You’re making this far more difficult than I’d been hoping you would.”

“So this was a premeditated decision?”


“Okay, okay,” she held up her hands in surrender.  “I’ll just…get my coat,” she said, giving him a weird look as she rose from her chair.  “So, you’re sure about this?” she asked, grabbing her coat from a hook in the corner.

“Felicity!  Yes!” he laughed.  “I’m sure!”

She looked him over.  “Huh.  Well,” she said, walking past him for the door as she slipped her arms into her coat.  “Wine tasting it is.  But only because I love wine and I know you’re buying.”

“Aw, what?” he asked following her up the stairs.  “So you wouldn’t want to spend time with me otherwise?” he teased, a knowing smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth.

She pressed her lips together to keep from smiling.  “You overestimate your charms,” she lied as they both headed out the door for the first of many such outings.

2 days ago
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Anonymous said: Olicity prompt: Olicity + Felicity wearing Roy's red hoodie. "Why are you looking at me like that?"


Roy and Felicity burst through the doors of the foundry, entirely soaked from the heavy downpour.

Teeth chattering and shoes squeaking, they descend the stairs, Felicity gripping onto the railing for dear life as her heels are slippery from the rain. Roy grabs her hand by the wrist and helps her down the stairs.

Jesus,” he says, setting the bag of takeout down on the table and rubbing his arms. “It’s freezing down here.”

Felicity kicks off her shoes and goes over to turn the heat up, leaving a trail of water on the floor behind her. “It shouldn’t take long before this place is warm and toasty,” she tells him. She stays as far away as possible away from her computers, choosing to huddle on the floor near the cot instead.

"Where are the extra clothes we keep down here for emergencies?" Roy asks, peeling off his wet clothing.

"Under the stairs," she says. "Check the bins."  He finds his black tank top and a pair of jeans in the bin labeled as his, dressing quickly before grabbing a muscle tee and a pair of yoga pants from hers and bringing them over to her.

She opens her mouth to speak, but her teeth are chattering too much to form any words.

"Go put these on. Don’t worry, I won’t peek."

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2 days ago
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Olicity Hiatus Project AU challenge !


So I don’t even know where this came from, I just took the idea and ran with it. Hope you enjoy! I’m not that great at smut, but A for effort?

(1,163 words, Special Agents AU)

—Definitely Not Protocol—

She watched her target carefully from behind the rim of her wine glass, following his…

3 days ago
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