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aubvi:

captainsarahunter-deactivated20:

Okay, I honestly have no idea where this came from, because I was listening to the lyrics again and there’s only a couple similarities. I blame it on my (future-future) brother-in-law graduating from Marine Corps. bootcamp. 

Anyway, enjoy. Fair warning, this little nugget is oozing with fluff. It just may rot your teeth :)

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His boots squeaked on the highly polished linoleum tile of the airport. Shoulders aching, he bypassed the other families crying and and embracing with the other soldiers from the flight. Oliver knew she wouldn’t have stood amongst the throng of people, preferring the quiet and peacefulness of the less crowded parts of the terminal. It shouldn’t surprise him that he knew his wife better than he knew his own heartbeat. She had been his partner in crime since they were eight; his lover since half way through college; and the band he had slipped on her finger over two years ago had made her his (and he hers) for the rest of forever.

Even now it still tugged at him, that small possibility that he could have lost everything. As an arrogant teenager drowning in his parents’ wealth and unfulfilled expectations, he had been a douche who hadn’t realized the that everything he ever needed in life was in the petite woman he had known most of his life. And more importantly, he was no where near close to being the man that she needed.

Although that realization came later, when orders were being yelled in his face and running became more familiar than eating. Hindsight, as they say, is 20/20 and basic training was fucking lasik surgery.

He caught sight of her before she had a chance to notice him, and he stopped short as he took in the glorious scene before him. Sure, he had seen her with more jewelry and the most couture gowns—courtesy of his designer sister—but he swore in that moment, illuminated by the early morning sun streaming through the enormous terminal windows she had never looked more stunning. Her jeans were well worn, the old hockey shirt she wore one of his, and and her blonde ponytail sticking out of a baseball cap from their alma mater. But what gave him the most joy was the tiny little human—all blonde curls and big blue eyes—she was bouncing on her hip.

His daughter must have inherited his keen awareness because she noticed him suddenly—although he had only seen her through a computer screen—and she began reaching out her arms.

Felicity turned and a brilliant smile broke across her face.

He was finally home.

Ohmygod! It’s better than I even hoped for!!! Married olicity and a baby?! This is why you’re my favorite! 

YAY!!! Oh, I’m so glad! I know it wasn’t very long, but I don’t think it needed to be. (Plus it had been I might have been getting sued for sweetness overload)