If I could go around the world, again and again i would search for someone with the same eyes as yours, lips and heart as yours. Hi! vera! @fistis as i can see you’re an incredible talented pal! this is my gif for you i picked some of my favorite quotes from season 2, actually it was the season that made me fall in love with these two. i hope you like it! since this is a secret santa, and january lasted almost like a another year, there is room to say i hope you had an amazing holiday season, and for the 2020 i wish you all the things that make your heart roar! Happy Olicity Secret Santa By @redpensandhoodies

Thank you!

I want to use this chance to thank everyone!

I want to thank who has ever been part of planning an Olicity Secret Santa Year.

I want to thank who has ever participated in the gift exchange by using their creativity to make someone else happy.

I want to thank everyone who spread the creative work of our giftees by liking, reblogging, commenting and recommending their work.

I just want to thank everyone who had been an active of passive part of the Olicity Secret Santa Gift Exchange!

Maybe one day I will start a new project to keep the Olicity fandom Alive. We’ll see! 

Hi Jazzy @jemmaacarters, it me… your secret santa or last giftee exchange….  hope you like it. 

This arrow ride has come to an end, this show brought me so many good things, some how i kind also found myself through it. this pair still makes me giddy and happy… as much as life gives that to you!!! and maybe this fadom life keeps a lot of people around so we really don’t have to say goodbye.

I wanted to give a little piece with some of my favorite quotes.

by last one…

Don’t fight to die, fight to live… (if i was brave enough i would tattoo this one)

By @redpensandhoodies

Love In An Elevator

“Hi. I’m glad you could finally make it.” 

One year earlier…

Felicity Smoak is having the kind of day that makes a person wish they’d never gotten out of bed. Overqualified for the grunt work she slogs through in IT at Merlyn Global, answering to a boss who’s so incompetent she can’t fathom how he even graduated college, and being the only woman in her entire department leaves her feeling less than stellar most days. But today is particularly awful, so much so that she grabbed her purse and walked out of her cubicle with no plans to return — which is how she now finds herself alone in the elevator at three twenty in the afternoon, several hours before she would normally clock out. 

Leaning back against the cool metal of the elevator wall, she closes her eyes and tries to breathe deeply. Usually when she pictures abruptly quitting her job, it’s on the heels of telling off her boss and maybe programming his ringtone to elephant farts. She might still do that, actually.

Lost in thought, she doesn’t notice the elevator has stopped until a man steps in. He’s tall with broad shoulders snuggled into an impeccably fitted suit. She’s trying not to stare but it just can’t be helped. He flashes a polite smile then turns to face the door, and it’s a moment before she can tear her gaze away. He’s unfairly handsome. It’s stupid, really. No one should be that good-looking, and yet here he is. 

“I love you.” 

The Eve of Christmas Eve

Hi Ridhi @crazycrystal10 , I’m Sue, I had a great time writing this fic for you, enjoy! You asked for fluff, and here it is! By @skcolicity

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Takes place in rebooted!universe, where Oliver lived, William never left, and they all stayed in Star City.

The Smoak-Queen family apartment sat silent and still, the darkness punctuated only by a string of colored holiday lights lining the ceilings and bright white snowflake lights on the picture window. At one end of the window, the light from the snowflakes illuminated a small table with a menorah, two unlit candles on the right and one in the center. At the opposite end of the window, a 10-foot-tall Douglas Fir bedecked with ornaments stood silhouetted against the glittering lights of Star City. The edge of the dim light just barely exposed the living room couch, a rumpled baby blue blanket over one of the arms and throw pillows scattered all over the cushions. In place of a rug, a large foam mat in the form of colorful interlocking puzzle pieces covered the floor, and several plushies, including one gray kangaroo plushie, lay strewn on the ground. The rest of the apartment remained in the shadows.

The stillness was swiftly shattered when a disembodied voice announced the Smoak-Queen family as the front door opened to a cacophony of steps and groans and the wailing of one baby.

  Felicity let out a deep sigh. “Home,” she grunted, kicking her heels off her feet as she carried Mia toward the couch. She lay her daughter down before shedding her coat, her beanie, her purse, and her gloves onto the floor, and then settled into one corner of the couch with her daughter on her lap

Hi @redpensandhoodies! this is my little gift for you.

I hope you enjoy this story. It takes place in 2008, during the holidays. It’s an AU, mostly fluff with a side of feelings. 

For clarification: Oliver is 23, and Felicity 20. 

Thanks for reading!

By @lucyyh

                              The words that I could never say

                                   (Gonna come out anyway)

December 20, 2008.

He trips over the words for the thousandth time in the last fifteen minutes or so, and with a groan of frustration, Oliver closes the book and hits the kitchen counter with it. 

  The loud bang, amplified by the silent loft, makes him jump a little, and he stays still, his eyes fixed on the stairs leading to the second floor, listening intently for any sound that could alert him that Felicity woke up with the noise and is coming down the stairs. 

  He knows it is practically impossible, but Oliver’s nervousness has been steadily growing every passing hour since this morning. 

  He doesn’t know how he will survive tomorrow. 

Convergence

For @swiftletinthecloud 

Hello! We have never met or spoken before, but I am so happy to have you as my giftee because now we have! I was so happy about your response to my anon ask about what kinds of fic you like, because so many of your interests are also mine. It was actually a problem because I had too many interesting ideas for fic that were inspired by your suggestions. Now I just have more fic to write, I guess. 

Anyway, I decided to write this idea for you because it was the SHORTEST of all the ideas I had. You can see how well that turned out. What is below is 2 out of 3 total chapters. The last chapter still needs editing, so your gift will be fully complete when I post this to AO3. Until then, please enjoy these first two chapters of season 1 alternate canon!

Much love, @allimariexf

Title: Convergence

Warnings: No warnings apply

Relationship: Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak

Tags: Arrow season 1, alternate canon AU, episode tag 1x21 (The Undertaking)

Chapter 1

Oliver Queen moved like a panther through the underground casino, a sleek and beautiful predator at home among the understated opulence. His eyes strayed around the room, a careless smirk masking his close assessment of the security.

Two pit bosses, a floorman, and six armed guards, two of which flanked a hallway that must lead to Dominic Alonzo’s office. If he was going to get in there, he needed to come up with a distraction.

His mind went back to the document he’d found saved on his computer. Like all the previous messages he’d gotten over the past seven months, it took the form of a simple text file, saved prominently on the desktop of his computer in the foundry.

Routines

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This is one of those rare moments when Felicity is actually glad that she is running late as she stares at the terrifying crash in front of her.  As much as she might think otherwise, Felicity loves her routines and she likes sticking to them. Her mornings are set out so that at 7:45 am exactly, she is crossing the street in front of Queen Consolidated.  This morning, however, she had decided to wear her new heels to work, and about 10 minutes into her commute, Felicity knew it was one of her worst ideas. She was slightly limping and two minutes behind schedule by the time she made it to her designated intersection. She had barely stepped out into the crosswalk when a pair of arms circled around her and pulled her back onto the sidewalk.

Screeeech! Smasshhh! 

Felicity’s shouts of protest froze in her throat. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the smashed metals and broken bodies in front of her as she clung to the arms around her. If she was on time, she would have been one of those broken bodies on the ground!

“Are you all right?  Felicity! Are you all right?” 

Goodbye Olicity gift

Kayla ( @oliversmoakqueen​ ),

I was really excited to have gotten to make you a gift, since I’ve been following you on Tumblr for a while. While we haven’t interacted that much, it’s been great seeing your Arrow thoughts. I’ve enjoyed your liveblogs of episode, and the fics you’ve written.

While I’m sad Arrow is over, I’ve enjoyed my time with all the other Olicity fans. I hope you enjoy my small gift in celebration of Olicity.

Erin ( @canadianbeauty2​ )

Triple Belly Buster Suprise

@emeraldoliverqueen Hi Holly, I wrote a fic about Mia with a summer job before she became a socialite in the paradise universe with some liberties of course. Hope you enjoy! I Had a lot of fun writing. 

-Jasmine, @jemmaacarters

Although this wasn’t the worst place she could be, Mia hadn’t imagined her summer job here. She wiped the grease off her hand and on to her apron. With her dad as the Mayor and mom as the CEO of the biggest tech company, Mia didn’t think that they were serious when they send she needed a job for her last summer before college. They were. They wanted her to get an internship with some company will William had. Mia didn’t know what she wanted to do so she was here. And she wasn’t happy about it. Oliver and Felicity were able to pull some with strings Carly and get her a job at Big Belly Burger.

“Welcome to Big Belly Burger how may I help you?” Mia asked the next customer. Not paying any attention to who it was.

“Mia?” Connor asked. His eyebrow lifted in surprise. “I didn’t know you worked here. I thought you were to busy getting into trouble to have a job.”

“Very funny,” she rolled her eyes, “my parents had other plans for me, unfortunately. Do you want your usual?”

“How do you even know my order?” Connor asked teasing the smaller blonde.

Once Upon a Valentine's

For Cheryl ( @cherchersketch ):

I hope you enjoy this strange mix of fluffy angst as much as I enjoy your fanart :)

- Jesse ( @spaztronautwriter )

Felicity sat, legs spread out before her, in an empty aisle at the back of the convenience store, a heart shaped box of chocolate open in her lap.

She took a bite of a buttercream, savoring the cloyingly sweet taste and trying not to think about how miserable her night had been. At least it was almost midnight. Then this awful—like, truly horrendous—Valentine’s Day would be over.

A bell chimed near the front of the store, and then voices rang out, indicating that she was no longer alone with just her chocolate and the unsuspecting cashier. Somehow she couldn’t bring herself to get up, though. As pathetic as she no doubt looked, she still couldn’t bring herself to do anything other than take another bite of buttercream. So what if some strangers saw her going full crazy in the candy aisle? It wasn’t like she’d ever see them again. She didn’t know anybody in Starling City and just the idea of having to go out and meet new people, to make friends again… She picked up a strawberry cream and popped it in her mouth whole.

“Hang on, I want to get one of those chocolate boxes for Thea,” someone said.

“Aww, what a good big brother,” someone else—a woman—teased.

A booted foot appeared in her peripheral vision as she chewed her candy, and then, “Um… Are you okay?”

For @skcolicity

By @bifelicitys

Hi @laureningall, hope this helps ease the Olicity withdrawal! As it is now officially canon, Oliver was a goner after the first time he saw Felicity. Words may not be his forte but the way he looks at her says it all. By @theasianerd

For Jesssie ( @spatzronautwriter ). Thank you for all your wonderful contributions to this fandom! I hope you enjoy this very funny, very fluffy AU gifset. -xo Shelley ( @smoakmonster ) 

The Husband Project 

Felicity Smoak has a problem. She's falling in love with her long-time friend Oliver Queen. And he's not on her potential spouse list. Even worse, she's not on his list either. While Felicity prefers to rely on her new algorithm to find a husband, Oliver has his own secret reasons for enlisting his friend's help. He's hoping to change her mind.

Epub     |     Mobi

For @jennonthewire

By @v4l13​

This short story is dedicated to Annie ( @sparklesannie ). I hope you like it :) 

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So, this was written before the finale aired. It's AU and my take on #OlicityForever. 

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Oliver was exhausted. Mia had finally fallen asleep - after hours of her crying her lungs out. Who knew a little baby could be so loud ? 

But at long last she had finally tired herself out and fallen asleep in his arms. 

Sitting in front of the fireplace, Oliver was careful not to make any sudden jerky moves - lest his baby girl wake up again. Looking down at her, cradled against his chest, Oliver couldn't help but smile. With her eyes closed and one tiny fist clutching at his shirt, even in her sleep - she was the most precious thing in his life. Just looking at her, safe and sound, in his arms Oliver was at peace. He was home at last. 

Somehow against all the odds, against a future set in stone - he had fought and won. And now he was back home with his two favourite girls - right where he belonged. Staring at his daughter and thinking of a happy future with his family, he fell asleep. 

uncanny valley (pg, 1972 words, Bratva AU)

A very happy and hearty post-finale (because I refuse to say “farewell”) Olicity wish to this wonderful fandom, and especially @nikscaroline​, who asked for jealous/possessive Bratva!Oliver. I haven’t written a lot of him in that space, so welcome to this AU (inspired in part by this image, which I’ve been hanging onto for, oh, a year or so? Thanks for the great prompt to finally use it, Irvane!)

By @effie214​

Summary: In aesthetics, the uncanny valley is the relationship between the degree of an object’s resemblance to a human being and the emotional response to such an object.

© Pawel Piotrowski

  The bite of the Boston winter is not unlike that of Russia. 

What’s unfamiliar to him, however, is the light he sees when he lays eyes on her for the first time. It’s not from the waning colors of the mid-December sun as it sets, nor even the light emanating from behind her in the room in the second house from the right in Fall River. He doesn’t see the blonde hair that he’ll catch wisps of in the corner of his eye as she eliminates his blind spot entirely; doesn’t see the blue eyes that will look up at him at first in fear, then in meditation, and finally in a trust that shakes him to his core with a chill more biting than any snow could ever muster.