Choices Imagines

What The Future Holds - Oliver x F!MC

A/N: Another Oliver and female mc imagine. I do have other's planned, I just am in love with this man right now and refuse to shut up about him. He is in someway, my poorly treated Tyril. He has potential for major character development and a great redemption arc but is being paid D-U-S-T!!

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It was a little while after dinner and a few days since Charlie, Edward, Oliver, and you had witnessed Oliver's Father murder Charlie's father in cold blood and fled from the mansion where a ball was taking place. Thankfully this time round Oliver was treating you all way nicer and had given your crew their own cabins to sleep in, some of you had to bunk in with someone else but you made do with what you had and thanked Oliver every chance you got. You were sitting with him in his cabin as he sat on the chair at his desk, face screwed up as his pen moved angrily across the paper in front of him. "Oliver. Could you at least try to relax your shoulders?" you asked him but like with your previous questions he ignored it and carried on writing furiously. "ARGH!" he shouted loudly as he screwed up what felt like the billionth piece of paper and threw it onto the floor with the others, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes and rubbing. You got up off his bed and walked over to him, massaging his shoulders, slowly feeling him relax into your touch as you worked out the knots in his neck and shoulders. "Damn. You're really worked up huh?" you commented trying to start a conversation. "I witnessed my father murder a friend of my lover's father. How could I not be worked up?" he snapped but immediately stood up turning to you and looking guilty. "Sorry.. I didn't mean to snap at you like that. It was unca-" he was apologizing when you cut him off with a kiss. "It's okay Oliver. I understand." You smiled softly and pulled him to his bed, ordering he lay down and rest. He discards half his clothes and gets comfortable on his bed, you covering him over. "What? You're not joining me?" he asked with a smirk. "We both know if I did, you wouldn't rest." You smirked back, walking out of the room back out onto the deck. "Where's the Lieutenant?" Officer Doyle asked as you stopped halfway across the deck, "I recommended he rest then clean up the paper he's been throwing on his floor. The man's... broken" you frowned. Doyle sharing your emotion comes over and places a gentle hand on your shoulder. "Are.. you okay?" he asked, and you shook your head. "Tis not me we need to be worried about. It's Oliver and... and Charlie... she- she..." you stammered with a sniffle as a tear ran down your cheek. "We'll make things right, Miss Bellamy. The admiral is a power-hungry fool and soon he will get his comeuppance." He reassures with his face crumpled up in determination. You thank him for his kind words and reassurance then headed off to find Charlie. You were searching every room when you came across Edward, "Ah, Captain! Have you seen Charlie?" you called to him, but he shook his head sadly as he returned to rolling up ropes and storing them safely. You continued your search but returned to your own room to rest for a bit, but startled a little as you walked in. "Charlie." You sighed thankfully and shut the door before taking a seat next to her on your bed. "I was looking everywhere for you. What brought you here?" you asked but she just shrugged. Her eyes bright red from tears and you could tell she was in an awfully fragile state. Without saying another word you scooped her into a warm hug, rubbing her back as she sobbed into your shoulder. She cried for hours, well into the night before finally hiccupping and coming to a stop as she fell asleep on your shoulder. Gently you removed her weapons, placing them on the side and tucked her into your bed before sneaking out to go up on the main deck and get some air.

You stood at the edge of the ship as you looked out over the waters, calming at the sound of the gentle waves mixed with the smell of salt on the air. "Couldn't sleep?" a voice sounded, scaring you a little. You turned your head to find Edward staring at the ocean, red rings circling his eyes. "No offence but you look scary in this light, from my angle." You joked with a small chuckle. Edward chuckling too. "I keep having nightmares of my past, except... 'tis not my past. Miss. Bellamy... I'm dreaming of what my life would be like had I stayed true to the admiral. I- I dream that I kill Charlie's father.." He confesses as his voice breaks. Heart aching for his pain you walk over to him and give him a warm sibling like embrace, "But you aren't that version of yourself Eddy. You're not a monster. You're a caring, kind and empathetic man who cares. You're a beautiful person inside and out. Annoying at times but that's why I call you brother. It's how I think of you. I always will" you smile and kiss his cheek as a sister would to their brother. "You should go back to your bed and try to sleep though. Because seriously... red eyes are not a good look on you." You chuckle and head towards Oliver's chambers and knock politely. When there's no answer you get worried given the state you left Oliver in earlier, so you try the door, finding it unlocked and quietly walk inside and close the door. When you turn around you gasp, covering your eyes and trying not to laugh. "UMMMM Oliver?" you ask, and he stands to attention by his bed looking equally as mortified with what you just walked in on, quickly pulling his clothes back on and clearing his throat to let you know he's now decent. "I.... guess you like my music..." you grin as you swipe your phone up from his desk. "It's um.... different." He blushes. "You know from my time, what you were just doing is called twerking, though humans tend to do it ummm... clothed." You commented causing him to blush even harder. "it did seem to hurt... a certain body part" Oliver humored. The two of you bursting out in laughter. "Well... I guess you're feeling a little better?" you asked as you regained your composure. "Yeah." Oliver smiled at you pulling you close by your belt loop. "Do you have any... slow songs?" he asked, voice low and raspy, eyes full of love as he stares deeply into your soul. "Um... let's see..." you said as you scrolled through your brought music. "here. I like this one." You smile as you put on a song called 'Lights Down Low' by an artist called MAX, Oliver taking your hands in his and slowly swaying in the middle of his room. Both of you smiling, feeling each other's heartbeats, and feeling every tickling breath as you swayed in the dim light of his chambers, Oliver adding a few surprise spins in before pinning yo up against the wall and crashing his lips onto yours. The kiss filled with passion and love, the two of you kissing until you had no oxygen left in your lungs, pulling away from each other gasping for breath with matching small smiles as you look at each other. "I don't know what the future holds for us Miss. Bellamy, but I sure hope you choose to stay here. I haven't a clue what I'd do without you here now. I would be lying if I said it would be easy to find another love after you." He rasps quietly. You looked into his eyes "I'd try to take you with me. If I absolutely had to go back to the future you know. I couldn't leave you either. I'd rather die a cat lady." You chuckled barely above a whisper. That night you blew out the last candle and got into bed with Oliver. It was a tight squeeze, but the closeness was welcomed mutually between the two of you, the moonlight falling over Oliver's now sleepy resting form perfectly, as you closed your eyes and fell into a peaceful sleep, "Goodnight my travelling angel" Oliver whispered, kissing the crown of your head lightly before also falling asleep peacefully beside you.