olliequeen: (Oliver: frowning)
Oliver had just sat down to a plate of leftover fettuccinni in his Star City apartment when a familiar gust of wind blew it right off the table.

He groaned, rubbing a hand over his face and moving to clean it up as he shook his head. "Bart, man, you gotta quit doing that," he grumbled.
olliequeen: (Oliver: Satisfied Grin)
Note: Each person's presents are locked for them and them alone. So Lois can't see Chloe's gifts unless Chloe shows them to her and vice versa.

For Chloe
Ultimate Day of Revitalization Package and This.

For Lois
Ultimate Day of Revitalization Package and this.

For Lana
This.

For Clark
This.

For Bruce
This.

For Vic
This.

For A.C.
This.

For Bart
This and this along with a $2000 gift card for games

For Dinah
This and Ultimate Day of Revitalization Package.

For Faith
This.

For Buffy:
This.'

For Hoshi
$500 gift card for here.

For Bela
These and Ultimate Day of Revitalization Package

For Zatanna
Ultimate Day of Revitalization Package

For Lucy
This.

For Mercy
$10,000 donation in your name.

For Willow
This.

For Mia
$5000 gift card and a$2,500 gift card

For Caroline
A $1,000 gift card.

For Major Zod
A copy of this book.
olliequeen: (Chlollie: Smiling at one another)
Oliver lay curled up on the sofa with Chloe in his arms, admiring the brightly-lit Christmas tree. The five of them had spent the late afternoon and evening decorating the entire apartment for the holiday, and sharing a meal that Victor had cooked for them.

He pressed a soft kiss to Chloe's temple, his hands resting lightly on her stomach. "This is nice," he whispered.
olliequeen: (Oliver: I'm To Blame)
Oliver stood on the roof of the clock tower, staring blankly across the city, his elbows resting on the ledge. On one side of him there was a glass of whiskey, and on the other side, the rest of what was left of the bottle. It hadn't taken him long to drink a good half of it, but he was starting to think he was still in shock and not feeling the liquor at all.

Picking up the glass once more, he downed it quickly, and poured himself another.

Dead.

She was dead.

And it was his fault.
olliequeen: (Arrow: Two (looking down))
Oliver had waited until Chloe had fallen asleep that night to don his gear once more and head to the roof of the Watchtower. From there, he fired an anchor line to a building across the street and glided over with ease.

He drew in a breath and let it out slowly, his body already tense. In a voice only slightly louder than talking-volume, he said, "All right, Blur. We need to talk."

And then he waited.
olliequeen: (Oliver: Satisfied Grin)
With Willow's help, his clocktower apartment looked great. And while he normally hated Thanksgiving, and his spirits still weren't quite as high as he'd hoped they'd be, largely due to thoughts about the impending apocalypse, and the idea of Mercy spending the day completely alone and at work, he was hoping that the party would help some. The caterer's had brought a ton of Italian food that was set up in his kitchen, and there was plenty of liquor for the adults, which he fully intended to start on very soon.

He was hoping Chloe would show up with Bart soon, otherwise he was going to leave the place with his guests there and drag her out of the Watchtower.

When the buzzer sounded, he moved over to the security monitor, and pressed the button. "Come on up."
olliequeen: (Unconscious and Hurt)
Somewhere between trying to dial Dr. Hamilton's phone number and worrying that Clark wouldn't be in time to save Chloe, the phone had slipped out of Oliver's blood-slickened hand and fallen to the floor--which normally seemed like such a short distance and yet now seemed to be a galaxy away. Keeping one hand pressed to his stomach, he struggled to reach the phone with his other hand and quickly found it was way too far from his reach.

He shut his eyes, giving up on the attempt. The short effort had drained him of what little energy he had left, and with a quiet sigh, he fell back into the realm of blissful unconsciousness.
olliequeen: (Chlollie: Watchtower and Green Arrow)
Oliver was awake early the next morning, and for the first time in a very long time he felt not only relaxed, but peaceful. And looking down at Chloe in his arms and seeing the peaceful look on her face, as well, made him smile faintly. He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead and gently shifted positions, crawling out of the bed and then covering her with the blanket. He smiled a little more when she went on sleeping and he got dressed quietly, raking a hand through his hair.

Taking a moment to jot a quick note to let her note he was going out to get them some coffee and breakfast, he left it on the bed beside her and headed down the stairs.

Within a half hour, he was heading out of the coffee shop down the street, two cups of coffee and a bag of bagels and cream cheese, and a copy of the morning's Daily Planet.

He grinned as he read the front page headline, Green Arrow and New Sidekick Save Lives at Local Convenience Store, and then another article under it about the mugging they'd stopped. He couldn't wait to show Chloe.

As he made his way up the steps toward the Watchtower, skimming over the article, he felt another presence and looked up from the paper, freezing in his tracks as he spotted Clark standing there in a black shirt, black jeans, and a long black trench coat. There was some symbol with an S in the middle on the shirt, which some part of his brain chalked up to one of those alien things, but the rest of his brain just didn't give a damn about at all.
olliequeen: (Oliver: Judgement day w/Clark)
Oliver had only been home from his visit to Lana Lang-Luthor for an hour when he heard the buzzer from downstairs sound. Glancing at the monitor, he spotted Clark standing there, staring up at the camera.

He sighed tiredly. He wondered how long it would take the super-powered farm boy to show up on his doorstep after that article in The Inquisitor had hit the stands that morning.

Actually, he'd expected a visit from him a little sooner than now. Taking a drink of his lemonade, he buzzed Clark up and waited.

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