The Speed to Rob a Queen's Heart - Olivarry

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Adrian Chase hasn't had the best luck when it came to love. Back in college, he fell in love with everybody's favorite playboy: Oliver Queen. Of course, that left him susceptible to a love triangle with Queen's princess, Kara Danvers. The more he and Oliver fell for each other, the more Kara broke into Oliver's heart; robbing each of his heartstrings possessively as her own. Then, as things seemed to go his way - a life with Oliver being quite possible - Ollie decides to accompany his father on his trip to the North China Sea; a once thought ending to their story orchestrated by the Starling City's reporter of tomorrow. And when five long, hellish years go by, somehow, miraculously, he returns.

No calls. No letters. Not a single thought, or even a heartbeat spent in the confinement of a reunion. A spoken word never to be heard from the mortal so incapable of promise and commitment.

Oliver Queen finally came home... to Kara, being the purest end of their forbidden love.

Two years of sleeping around was the best coarse of treatment Adrian had fashioned for himself to 'move on.' When he thought Oliver was dead, essentially rotting at the bottom of the ocean, alcohol was his best friend. But knowing that he's alive, not giving Adrian Chase a care in the world, and right back into Kara's arms - the person who encouraged him to leave because she was afraid Oliver loved Adrian more due to a spin the bottle prophecy kiss - sex became the very thing he turned to instead.

Except sex eventually betrayed him too, because it led him to another person that he could quite completely, utterly, and irrevocably fall in love with more than they could ever know, like he once did for Starling's Royalty. It led him to Bea Arkham; a glorious woman he consistently battled with to the top of their shared workplace to kiss the ass of none other than Dr. Harrison Wells after moving to Central City and being hired as the department's district attorney. Being in entirely different fields didn't stop their dance of mutual (more-like pretend) hatred for one another, rather somehow lighting a spark between them; soon finding themselves fooling around in the bedroom as a way to fan the flame.

It became more than sex. More than the lust and desire a half hour or a whole night together could promise. More than the song of pleasure bursting as their bodies harmonized into a desperate union. The sudden conversion of purpose being fed of by the little moments rather than the big, arranged ones; watching her tame her brunette locks as she wore a simple smile with a loving stare after a sweat indulged session, or the exchange of sweet words whenever they say their farewell at either other's front door, or even the sole decision to be each other's partner in the spectrum of song to dance to games. It developed into the same formula his heart prepared whenever with Oliver Queen all those years ago, especially on those summer nights before their next term. The familiar feeling he felt when Oliver told him that the reason he hadn't given up on that college yet like the other three colleges prior was because of him - wanting to know more, be more. The irretrievable emotion he always gave into whenever Oliver dedicated an entire night to him and solely him.

That formula? That feeling? That emotion? All of it being love. Everything once served for Oliver remapped into something he expressed for a girl he once foolishly hated at work.

And there that luck goes again. Fucking everything up. Because the girl he fell for left... or is taken - one of the two. He isn't entirely sure which is worse, or which is true, even. It must be the reason why he's on his way to 'catch up' with the villain to his origin love story. He's a drawn out mess; his head head filled with torturous clutter of self-hatred and his heart living off whatever scraps he had left. It doesn't help that just a few days ago he hooked up with Barry Allen - the boy he recklessly chased after and craved for as a substitution for any piece of Oliver to reside in his chamber. When he finally did the deed, a ridiculous undertaking after months of embarrassing, preformed pining, he wrecked whatever chance he had with Bea once - if - she returned, and lost the last connection to the man he loved first and foremost before anyone else.