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+1: Back Home
It’s a Sunday when everyone at home finds out.
Oliver and Felicity had returned home from their honeymoon late the night before, still jetlagged, and had been thrust straight into an Arrow catastrophe involving a drug cartel and six puppies (don’t ask, Felicity didn’t think she’d get over the trauma for years to come). In any case, the issue had taken the rest of the night and most of the morning before the spouses had the chance to return home and see their son/stepson for the first time in three weeks and give him the many gifts that they couldn’t resist buying him from their trip, and a puppy freshly named Arla by Will.
Of course, William had been picked up by Donna and Quentin the day before so that he’d be home when they returned, which meant that no rest was had at the Queen household as Donna demanded every detail of their trip from them. Before they knew it, Oliver was making his famous chicken cordon bleu in preparation for a family dinner with Will, Donna, Quentin, Thea and her new boyfriend whom they hadn’t yet had the pleasure of meeting.
The wedding had been beautiful. Somehow, everything had managed to come together on time and it had gone off without a problem. Everyone had smiled, Felicity had looked like an angel, Oliver and William had melted the toughest of hearts in their matching tuxes, and it seemed that crime had taken a day off. It was perfect. And the honeymoon – well, it’s safe to say that Oliver and Felicity had thoroughly enjoyed their honeymoon.
There were ten minutes to go before the meal was ready when Thea arrived. Felicity went to let her – and Mr. Mystery Man – in, as Oliver continued to cook. This plan was shot to hell, however, the minute that Felicity let out a scream that could rival one elicited from her mother. He rushed through, kitchen knife in hand, ready to defend his wife and son and their family, fear making his heart pound in his chest. As he rounded the corner to face the threat, he was faced with the sight of Thea and Felicity squealing as they jumped up and down and smushed a boy in between them, whilst Arla yipped in excitement at their feet, tripping over her too-big paws as her ears flopped about. Oliver’s knife lowered as he was joined by the panicked-turned-confused faces of Donna, Quentin, and William.
“Felicity?” He asked.
She turned to him, tears in her eyes and the widest grin on her face, “Oliver,” she breathed, joy evident in her voice, “Look who it is!”
And that’s when Oliver realised, as his wife and sister released the figure between them, that the boy with short brown hair, piercing blue-green eyes and the most chiselled jaw to ever exist on a man was none other than Roy Harper.
“Roy Harper?” Quentin snapped out of the shock first, all of them having watched the girls and Roy hugging and smiling for a time, “You’re alive?”
“Hi Captain Lance,” he grinned, “I faked my death. Couldn’t have Oliver getting locked away now, could we?” Quentin just gaped back at him.
“I’m sorry, who is this?” Donna asked.
Thea turned to Donna (it was a struggle, she had been dopily grinning at Roy prior to this), “Donna, this is my boyfriend, Roy Harper. He used to be Arsenal, a member of the team until about two and a half years ago when he got himself convicted of being the Arrow to stop Ollie from being arrested and he faked his death in prison so that he could leave and live a new life. But he’s back now!”
“Hi, Ms. Smoak. It’s nice to finally meet you.” Roy extended a hand.
Donna engulfed him in a hug, “You helped Oliver be free! Welcome to the family Roy.” He looked shocked.
Roy went to Oliver next, “Oliver.” He said, reaching out to Oliver.
“Roy.” Oliver smiled and pulled his old friend in for a hug. He turned out, “Roy, this is my son, William. William, this is your Uncle Roy.”
“Uncle?” Roy asked, a bit choked up, and not expecting to be given a title.
“You’re family. What else would he call you?”
“Hi, Uncle Roy.” William greeted the welcomed guest.
“It’s good to meet you, kid. Your Aunt has told me a lot of good things. She says you’re almost as smart as Felicity. How’s that possible with this idiot for a father, and none of her genetics?”
Oliver slapped Roy upside the head.
After dinner had been eaten, the family were sat in the living room, a bowl of ice cream in Felicity’s, Roy’s and William’s hands.
“So Roy,” Felicity managed past a mouthful of ice cream (was it wrong for Oliver to be slightly turned on by the sight?), “Are you back for good or do you have to go away again?” she gave him her best puppy-dog eyes. This effect was doubled by the fact that Arla was squished between Felicity and Will, pulling the exact same eyes as if she knew what was going on.
“I think I’ll be sticking around for a while longer.” He and Thea shared a loving look, “If you’ll have me, I’d even like to put the Red back on, help out on the team, y’know.”
Oliver, who at this point had drunk a little too much wine which – on top of the exhaustion of having gone more than thirty hours without sleep and seeing everyone he loved happy – had loosened his tongue, replied “As long as you and Thea don’t try to copy Felicity and I by sleeping together in the Bunker, that sounds like a great idea.”
William spurted out his ice cream.
There was a moment of awkward silence.
Quentin turned bright red in mortification.
Thea struggled to suppress a guffaw.
Oliver’s eyes widened as he realised that, once again, he had committed a serious faux pas.
And Felicity, well, her eyes darted between her mother and stepson in sheer horror at the moment as Donna repressed an outburst due to the presence of her new grandson, and Will attempted to clear up the mess from his ice cream.
“Well, I think that’s my cue to go to bed.” William said, standing.
“Are you sure Will? You can-”
“I’m sure, Felicity.” He gave her a hug. “Night everyone, night Dad.” He hugged Oliver too.
“I’m so sorry William, I-”
“Let’s just never speak of this again, okay?” Will cut off his dad, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes, “Night Donna, Quentin, Aunt Thea. It was nice to meet you, Uncle Roy.” He gave a quick hug to each of them too.
William had barely left the room, with Arla tucked under an arm, before he heard Donna squeal out loud, “Bunker sex is so much hotter than hospital sex!” and he ran away to his room, with the mixed desires to laugh and throw up all at once.
Felicity’s worst dreams had been realised. Her mother had found out what happened last summer. And in all the nightmares that she had dreamt up involving this scenario, none had contained a response more dreadful than the one her mother had given in real life.
“MOM!” she sputtered, “Why would you even say something like that?”
“Well, it’s true.” Donna looked to Quentin as if to ask for support in this matter. It was a useless gesture, as Quentin seemed to be attempting to smother himself in order to escape the hideousness of having to hear about it again.
“I think it’s time that we head home, don’t you Donna?” He asked, making a blatant escape attempt as the smothering failed.
“But-”
“Oliver and Felicity have been awake a long time, they probably need some sleep now.” He insisted and promptly dragged Donna out to grab their shoes and coat.
Quentin was already ready and at the door as Roy and Thea joined them in leaving.
Donna turned to her daughter, “This conversation is not over young lady, we’ll continue it soon, after you’ve slept.” She waggled her eyebrows before leaving with Quentin after saying their goodbyes.
Felicity groaned.
“So, maybe wash the Bunker before I come and check it out.” Roy teased.
“Don’t you start!” Felicity pointed her finger at him threateningly, very close to bringing out the big guns with her loud voice. He genuinely flinched.
“Oliver, can I have a quick word?” Roy scurried off. Oliver shrugged at his wife and followed.
Thea turned to Felicity, smirking, “Great job keeping that secret under wraps right there. Especially from your new stepson.” She laughed.
Felicity did not laugh. “Oliver is so dead after you guys leave. No sex for a month. Let’s see how he likes that!”
Thea laughed.
Had she known what was happening in the next room, she probably wouldn’t have been quite so carefree.
“What’s wrong, Roy?” Oliver asked.
“Nothing’s wrong! Actually, everything’s great. I’m back in Star City, I’m back with Thea, and I even think that I’ve figured out a way to be able to stay here permanently, without being recognised. And, that’s why I wanted to talk to you.
“Since I’m probably going to be back, I was hoping, well, I was wondering, praying really, that I could have your blessing to ask Thea to marry me. And, I know that it’s an old fashioned, sexist tradition that she wouldn’t approve of, and I know that it’s supposed to be the father, not the brother, but your father’s dead now, and I just wanted to make sure that the man who is both my friend and the love of my life’s brother would be happy if we got together because you mean so much to both of us-”
“Of course, Roy.”
“What?”
“Of course I’d be happy if you married my sister. Nobody makes her happier than you do, and that’s all I could ever want for her. Ask Thea to marry you.”
“Thank you!” A weight seemed to lift off the younger man’s shoulders, as they went back through to the girls who owned their hearts.
Felicity managed to not have sex with Oliver for a whole week in retaliation for him telling her mother before she broke.
It was not a fun week for either of them.
But they made good use of their Bunker when Felicity’s resolve finally broke.
Multiple times.