Arrow AU's & Drabbles

After 3.12 ("I don't want to be a woman you love.")

This was a prompt by tumblr user olicity-logic.

It  takes place after the 3x12 “I don’t want to be a woman you love” 
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An irritated Felicity violently tapped her pen against the cool table top. She was supposed to be alone in the foundry today. It was her peace and silence. The computer’s breathing helped her think. The constant buzzing occupied her mind and let her sort her thoughts evenly. But now, there was the additional clanking of the bars being rigorously heightened as Oliver worked his way up the salmon ladder. His grunts would spot her thinking but that wouldn’t usually be a problem for Felicity. He was pretty composed as he worked out. It would be entertainment for Felicity, as she would fantasize foolishly about him. 

But not today. 

Truthfully, it wasn’t the thrumming of the heavy metal bars or his low grunts that was irritating or bothering her. It was just him altogether. Again, normally Felicity wouldn’t mind Oliver’s presence. In fact, she marvelled it. He felt like home. And she loved him. Spending her moments with her was bliss. She could blank away from everything for a while and simply lose herself in his scent and warmth. His rugged, self-drustive nature would mend her endlessly. And she would just smile, because that’s what love was to her. It was finding comfort. Finding home. That was Oliver Queen.

That was until he’d abashed all chances of their union. It had been three weeks since his return. The night that he’d returned, she’d told him she didn’t want to be a woman he loved. She knew that she’d meant what she said. On this path with Oliver, Felicity had seen so much death and destruction that when life offered her a hand, she didn’t want to miss it. But she wanted Oliver to walk down the road of life with her. She wanted him to be with her. 
But he chose not to. 
Oliver chose the Arrow over her. 
Despite the reassurances she would giver herself that what she’d said was right, there was a part of her that screamed. It whispered to her that she had lied. 

Whether it was her own raging war or Oliver that had brought her to this stage, but her anger had boiled to the point where there was no return. Felicity wanted to be alone. She wanted to leave but her car was getting repaired and it was pouring rain outside. She was trapped. With Oliver. Her anger and pain collided inside her and threatened to break her resolve as another metallic thunk penetrated through her thoughts. 

Her resolve. It snapped. 

“Oliver, stop it.” Felicity hissed loudly at him as she swivelled her chair around to face him. Unquestionably, he dropped down from the ladder, glazed in a thin sheet of sweat, his muscles toned and his chest breathing rapidly. He neared her with a stony expression pasted to his face as he grabbed for a bottle of water. 

“See, I understand why I have reason to be in a crappy mood today, Felicity, but I don’t understand why you do,” he shot back coldly.
Felicity’s eyes slightly widened. That was it. She slowly raised herself from the chair, staring at him. 

“Excuse me? Am I prohibited on claiming my own moods now? Last I checked, you didn’t care enough about how I felt, Oliver.” Felicity glared back into his freezing sapphire eyes, her own burning with rage too. He opened his mouth to say something, but she cut him short quickly. “And whatever you’re mad about, it’s not my fault, so you don’t have the right to snap at me,” she seethed. Oliver slowly neared Felicity. She was wearing a beige knee-long dress that fit to her curves perfectly. Her blond hair was cascading gently down her shoulders and her eyes were dark with anger. But so were his. 

“Felicity, I’m sure that you’re well aware of why I’m mad. I just don’t understand your reasoning.”
He was the only person Felicity had encountered who could whisper so violently.