“Monopoly Means War,” olicity s4 humor/fluff fic
Monopoly Means War
Rating: PG13
Summary: It was supposed to be a quiet, relaxing Fall evening. No patrols, no fighting bad guys, just a calm night in playing board games. But Felicity’s competitive streak turns to be just as intense as Oliver’s, and it’s not long before Thea, Diggle, and Laurel realize Monopoly was a huge mistake. A humorous fluff fest from Thea’s pov, filled with competition and banter, eye-rolling and alcohol, and enough sexual tension to light up a small city. Takes place in season 4, somewhere between 4x06 & 4x07.
AN: I wrote this last summer and just never got around to editing and posting it for some reason. I was prompted by one of @cammienray‘s “which half of your otp” tweets:
“which half of your otp takes board games more seriously than life and health”
My response was “I feel like they both would, tbh. No one ever wants to play with Oliver and Felicity because they’re both too intense. They try and outplay each other and get super competitive when everyone else just wants to have fun. They’re always the last ones playing.”
I don't tend to write humor fic, so this is kind of out of my wheelhouse, but I think I did it justice.
Enjoy!
Monopoly Means War
It was supposed to be a quiet, relaxing Fall evening. No patrols, no fighting bad guys. Just a calm night in playing board games.
Thea sinks lower in her chair, finishing off her third beer and sighing heavily as her brother accuses Felicity of cheating.
(“Read the rules, Mr. Queen!” Felicity shouts back. “That’s a legal move and you know it!”)
Yeah, she really should have known better.
It had been Thea’s idea in the first place. After a long, tiring week of chasing Damien Darhk’s Ghosts, everyone on Team Arrow had wanted to just relax and play a few board games. After Felicity had offered up the loft for the evening’s activities, Oliver had agreed to provide the snacks, Diggle and Laurel the alcohol, and Thea the games. After raiding the storage locker that held a variety of items she and her brother had taken from the Queen Mansion before they moved out, Thea had ended up with five good options.
Less than a minute into the game that everyone had agreed on, Thea already knew that she’d made a grave mistake.
She really should have left Monopoly behind.
“You have to roll to see who goes first, Oliver. Everyone knows that,” Felicity tells him, arms crossed over her chest. She sits across from him at the dining room table, and Thea hears a soft thump followed by the sound of her brother cursing in pain.
“Oldest goes first. That’s how we always played it,” Oliver argues.
“You just made up that rule so you could always go first,” Laurel responds, crossing her arms over her chest in a show of solidarity with Felicity.
“Sounds about right,” Thea scoffs, folding her arms as well.
“Oh, come on! Would I really do something like that?” Oliver asks. He looks around the table for someone to back him up, and his eyes land on Diggle: the only person who doesn’t look annoyed with him.
“Don’t look at me, man,” Digg says, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “I think the ladies have this one.”
“I...but….”
“It says it right here,” Felicity points out, pulling the official Rulebook out of the box at the end of the table. “ ‘Roll to see who goes first.’ We don’t play by House Rules here, Oliver. We play by the Real Rules.”
“ Says who?” Oliver whispers, just loud enough that Thea can hear him, and she cringes as Felicity shifts in her seat, clearly having heard him, too.
“What was that?” Felicity asks, leaning forward in her seat to glare daggers at him.
“Nothing, honey,” Oliver says quickly. He picks up the dice and hands them to her placatingly. “Roll to see who goes first.”
Thea polishes off the rest of her beer and moves to grab a second one from the fridge. As she pops the cap off the bottle, she hears Felicity tell her brother that by his “so-called ‘Rules’” John would’ve been the one to go first anyway.
Thea takes two long swigs of her beer and sighs deeply.
Something tells her it’s going to be a long night.
