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demons 1


Summary: Five years after a heated night with Oliver, Felicity is no longer his EA or on Team Arrow; instead she is a mother, and now she needs Oliver’s help to get her son back. The only problem is that Connor Smoak is also the son that Oliver never knew he had.

A/N: This is my first Olicity work and it will be part Season 2 of Arrow and part my own imagination.

Beta work by The Alternative Source

I don´t own any of the characters but my own.


Chapter 1

Demons - Imagine Dragons


When the days are cold
And the cards all fold
And the saints we see
Are all made of gold

When your dreams all fail
And the ones we hail
Are the worst of all
And the blood's run stale

I want to hide the truth
I want to shelter you
But with the beast inside
There's nowhere we can hide

No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
Don't get too close
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide

When the curtain's call
Is the last of all
When the lights fade out
All the sinners crawl

So they dug your grave
And the masquerade
Will come calling out
At the mess you made

Don't want to let you down
But I am hell bound
Though this is all for you
Don't wanna hide the truth

No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
Don't get too close
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide

They say it's what you make
I say it's up to fate
It's woven in my soul
I need to let you go
Your eyes, they shine so bright
I want to save their light
I can't escape this now
Unless you show me how

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
Don't get too close
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide

That night he was furious. He couldn´t save the people of the second bombing caused by Shrapnel, and he blamed it all on her. They never had a fight like this, not like today. And to Oliver it seemed that she had lost her touch over Barry Allen. So after she left to cool off, since she didn´t want to say things she might regret later, she came back to the foundry only to find him maniacally punching a training dummy while grunting; the sweat covering his back, and he looked as tense now as when he came blaming her for the mission failure.

So yes, she was worried about Barry, but he was her friend and he did save Oliver’s life. After five weeks in a coma things didn´t seem to be improving for him, yet she couldn´t lose hope no matter what the doctors had said.

The sound of the salmon ladder brought her back to reality. Oliver was going up the steel ladder, his eyes focused on the task while his muscles tightened over the excessive exercise, rippling on every metal rung. The look in his eyes was the same one that had made her feel butterflies in her stomach every time he did it in the past year. And even though she still enjoyed the view of his abs tightening, she was still too worked up from their previous discussion to actually appreciate the sight that was Oliver Queen. She couldn´t believe all the crap that he had said to her. After everything that they had been through together, he had just crushed her.

The air was thick with tension and with the absence of Diggle she feared that she and Oliver may finish their previous discussion. She didn´t even know why she came back here. It was a stupid move and yes she was still on Team Arrow, but things had seemed to be getting out of control since Russia. So yeah, she was hurt, she knew that her feelings for Oliver were one sided, and she was pretty sure he was aware of her crush on him. And after watching him with endless women since she met him she was used to the feeling by now; but it didn´t hurt any less that he chose to be with a woman he loathed rather than her.

The sound of Oliver touching the floor after jumping from the ladder made her look at him, something that was becoming harder each day. It needed to stop. They were a team and she had given up a lot in her life so that she could help him save this city. She wouldn´t let her stupid feelings or Oliver stubbornness get in the way. It was time to get over him. She wouldn´t keep doing this to herself because he didn´t feel anything but friendship for her. They were partners and that was the only thing they would ever be.

Oliver looked at her briefly, his eyes filled with anger and body rigid with tension. He stood in silence while grabbing a towel to dry the sweat of his body. His back was turned to her, yet she could see all his scars from endless battles and how his chest seemed tight, like the air was too heavy for him to breathe. That was Oliver Queen, The Hood, and The Arrow – the man that carried all the weight of the world on his shoulders.

“Are you really going to pretend I am not even there?” she said to him, watching, as he seemed to tense even more after hearing her voice.

“Well, since I still got my head in my ass, I may just stay quiet,” he replied coldly, quoting what she said to him during their fight earlier today.

“That would be a first,” she replied in a frustrated tone as she got up from her chair in front of her computers.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he shouted at her.

“It means you are being a fucking asshole Oliver,” she shouted back. All her frustration of the past couple of months in her voice.

“I am being an asshole? I am not the one that made a mistake tonight Felicity!” he shouted back, throwing his towel on the floor.

“I can´t believe you are still hung up on that! I always do my best for you and for this team Oliver,” she protested, her hands moving all over the place.

“It was not enough, you are not focused! And because of it people died,” he growled as he stepped forward coming closer to her face, so close that their bodies were almost touching.

“Stop blaming me for this. You are the one that didn’t catch the guy in the first place,” she growled back at him.

“Excuse me?” he screamed at her.

“Stop projecting on me. The anger that you are feeling because the all might Arrow failed his mission is all yours,” she said quickly, their voices becoming even more louder.

“I failed it because I needed you Felicity. I needed you to do your job so I could do mine. But you failed, because you may be here but your head is in Central City,” he shouted at her while stepping forward once more, making her move back till she was pressed against the steel medical bay table.

“Why are you still dragging Barry into this? He needed me there,” she exclaimed.

“I need you Felicity,” he protested loudly, his hands gripping her arms while his eyes filled with longing and emotion. At that moment she saw in Oliver´s eyes everything she always wished to see, the things she had been dreaming for months. And even if he was just having a reaction produced by jealousy, it still made her heart beat fast in her chest. It felt like it would explode.

She couldn´t tell who was the one that made the first move, but soon her body was pushed over the metal table while Oliver´s lips were firmly pressed against her own. She moaned, the deep sensation of his hard body against her soft one, while his hands went from her arms to the side of her face and deepened the kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, demanding her, tasting her, their breaths labored and deep. She ran her short blue nails down his neck and powerful back, leaving small starches. He moaned in appreciation and the kiss became deeper. He moved his hands over her body, from her ponytail, down her back, till he reached her hips. His hands soon found themselves under her blue dress, caressing her bare thighs and pushing her hips against his own.

He was hard. And each time he pressed himself against her she would moan. Gripping her hips he lifted her up to sit on the metal table. Her dress rode up her thighs while Oliver positioned himself between her legs. The friction between them was too much. Soon she was gasping for air, while he was sucking the fragile skin of her neck and probably leaving a bruise on it. He felt possessive and aggressive, like a madman. It was like he needed to brand himself on her skin so everyone would know she belonged to him.

“Oliver,” she moaned, when he pushed harder against her, his erection brushing against her most sensitive parts.

His hands found their way down her back, lowering the zipper of her dress and exposing her lace-covered breasts. His mouth sucked her collarbone while his rough hands caressed her soft mounds.

She was moaning his name on every touch, on every kiss. His mouth soon found it’s way to her right breast, making her arch her back and shiver in deep pleasure as he rolled his tongue over her rosy nipple. While he sucked on her breast, her hands found their way into his short blonde hair. Pushing him deeper into her chest, her hips began pushing against his own, making him moan against her chest; the sounds he was making were going deep inside of her, making her wet and needy, she needed to feel all of him.

His lips were back on hers. She could taste her salty skin on his tongue. His hands moved under her dress to reach her panties, pushing them to the side so he could touch her hot pussy. He softly touched her clit with his calloused fingers, moving the soft skin in small circles till she was begging for more. She was dripping wet, her thighs covered in sweat and her own moisture. When he pushed one and then two fingers inside of her, she almost screamed in deep pleasure. He pushed his fingers deeper. In hard and precise movements he found spots inside of her that she never thought it would be possible to find. All she needed was a faster pace and Oliver’s mouth sucking her breasts for her to come all over his right hand.

“Fuck,” she moaned, feeling the tight sensation deep on her core. He kissed her one more time, silencing her moans with his mouth while her hands traveled down his workout cargo pants down to his aching cock.

She lowered the zipper on the pants, finding only skin. Her fingers explored his hips and then found his enlarged member, the tip covered with pre cum. Her small hands covered his dick head before moving it down to stroke him in fast movements.

“God Felicity,” he moaned her name, while biting the side of her neck with such a force she was afraid it would leave a permanent mark on her pale skin.

She kept the fast rhythm for a while, till Oliver’s hands pushed her own hands away from his cock. Her name was on his lips as his hands tightened on her thighs so hard it hurt. He pushed the bottom of her dress up, exposing all of her. Then she heard the ripping sound of her favorite lace dark blue boy shorts. Before she could protest Oliver impaled her tight pussy on his thick cock.

She screamed, a mix of deep pleasure and pain. It had been a while since she had felt someone inside of her, and her tight wet walls were driving him insane. He hadn´t been with anyone since Isabel back in Russia months ago, and feeling Felicity tighten while inside of her almost made him blow his load like a fucking teenager.

They moved in a deep synchronization. Oliver holding tightly onto her hips while pushing inside of her in deep and powerful strokes as she held tightly onto him. Her nails were digging deep into his muscled back, her hands pushing his ass to make him go deeper and faster inside her hot core. They were a mix of grunts, sweat and moans. Two bodies tightly bound to find release. Oliver changed the angle, going deeper inside Felicity’s tight core. Her nails drew blood on the skin of his back when an unexpected orgasm tore through her.

“Oliver,” she moaned, closing her eyes. Lost in sensation she tightened around him so much it almost drove him to the brink.

He kept his fast and profoundly deep pace, till she was screaming his name again. She was hot, tight and wet. It was too much for him. It only took one more deep stroke for him to follow her down the path of deep gratification and pleasure. His seed was hot and went deep inside of her, making him feel weak in the knees. Suddenly he felt as if he couldn´t stand on his own feet anymore.

With one final spurt of energy he moved them down to the training mats. Oliver lowered their bodies while softly moaning because of the soft surface on his skin. He slowly pulled out of Felicity’s body. Her eyes were still closed. Still lost in her own pleasure; he knew that they needed to talk about what had happened, but he wanted to enjoy that moment. Just for one more second.


Felicity woke up cold and alone. Her dress was still open in the back and her breasts still exposed over the cup of her lace bra. There was a blanket next to her legs that she had probably kicked off during the night. The foundry was dark, only the stair light was on, and Oliver was nowhere in sight.

Her body was tired. The ache between her legs brought back the events of the night before, and tears clouded her vision when she realized that she just had sex with the man she had been in love with for the past year. Yet he didn’t seem to care enough to stay the entire night by her side.

She put her clothes back on and felt ashamed for not having her panties to put back on while making her walk of shame out of the foundry. She felt tired, physically and emotionally, and while she got up to put her coat and leave she didn´t noticed the excessive moisture between her thighs.


The next day she tried to pretend that nothing had happened and Oliver acted the same way. She did her work at QC and helped The Arrow defeat Shrapnel. And even though Digg had been shot they had considered the night a success.

She was sitting in her chair while looking at the latest intel about Shrapnel’s arrest when Digg said he was going back home. Apparently being shot can take a toll on you. So that left her once again alone in the foundry with Oliver. But this time they were both silent and keeping a safe distance between them.

He was still dressed in his leather uniform while putting his arrows back at place and tightly holding his quiver.

“I am sorry,” he said, in such a low voice she barely heard him.

“Are you saying you are sorry to me, or to your quiver?” she asked him, slowly turning on her chair to face him.

“I didn´t hurt my quivers feelings last night,” he replied in a brooding tone.

“Oliver,” she whispered, not sure what to say but not exactly happy to discuss this with him.

“Last night I made a mistake. And this mistake can put everything we have been fighting for at risk. And I can´t do that. I need you here Felicity. I need your help. You are my partner and I can´t fight this alone. But I can´t give you what you want me to give you,” he said to her in a hard tone.

“Yeah, I remember the whole, ‘Because of the life I lead, I just think it’s better not to be with someone that I could really care about’. You don´t have to worry Oliver, I am not carrying a torch over you or something like that,” she blurted out, trying to hide the hurt in her voice.

“I just think it’s better we say this now before things get messy,” he muttered, not looking at her in the eyes.

“It was a stupid mistake and you don´t have to worry. I won’t let it happen again,” she reassured him while turning back her chair to try to look busy on her computers.

“I’m sorry Felicity,” he said, before leaving her alone in the foundry.

“So am I Oliver,” she whispered, letting a silent tear fall down her face as she felt her heart and soul break into a million pieces for something that now would never happen.