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aubergines2014-10-27 07:18 pm
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( #002 ) FAKE MARRIED AU

the 'fake married' meme
be it for a job, in order to get your inheritance or to fool your nosy neighbours, you are pretending to be married. now the question is, do you want it to be real or can you hardly wait for it to be over? |
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Normally Oliver would laugh it off and forget about it, except that he's getting a little desperate for cash. Not just him, not just trying to support himself because he doesn't need a place to sleep and his friends are pretty good at forcing him to take food when it's offered and he isn't interested in throwing any lavish parties any time soon. But being a vigilante is a thankless job, and he's realizing how much he relied on his family's money to even start it in the first place.
Sure, he can make a bow and arrows from things laying around a hotel room. But it's not as good, and it's not a long term solution and the simple fact is that he needs cash just to manufacture his arrows much less to replace the things that break.
He could ask Felicity for this little scheme but it's been tense enough around her lately that he knows it will just make it worse between them and he feels they're already treading on a thin line. Instead he goes to Laurel, who will also think it rather stupid and silly but who is practical enough to pretend to be his wife on a trip to Bludhaven so he can be rich again.
She's also a lawyer and knows how to make the documents look real.]
Thanks again for going along with this. [Oliver says as he sets his suitcase down on the bed. The one bed. Because what married couple asks for a suite with two queens.]
You can have the bed. I don't mind. [And he still honestly prefers the floor.]
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No, and then her with the stupid rushed idea of being like their friends and moving in early, and Ollie giving into his weaknesses and then Sara, and then the island. And then, the mess that followed. For a while, she'd entertained that maybe the dream would happen, only it would be with Tommy, and she'd been happy about that. And then.
Nothing fits that childish dream she'd had before adulthood hit her in the face. And it's a good thing that Laurel has allowed cynicism to slip through the cracks in her hard-earned optimism, because it means she can be pragmatic. Get them married ahead of time, with the promise of disolving the marriage amiably when the time comes, and hopping on a train to Bludhaven and being Mrs. Oliver Queen. For the money.
But if they can't laugh about it, if they can't play it off as the charade it actually is, when nobody's watching, she's going to go insane.]
Don't be stupid, it's a king-size. It has different postal codes, you're not taking the floor. [She takes the armchair to take off her shoes, grimacing a little -- heels on trains lead to aching feet, and she's no stranger to it either -- but she remembers the times when he'd rubbed them and it gets a little too personal to look at him right now.]
You can stop thanking me, Ollie. I'm glad to help, I know you have a lot more resting on your shoulders than just playboy billionaire needs...
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He can't lose Laurel. Not like he's lost Shado and Sara. Their deaths cut like a knife, are scarred over in twist, ugly things but Laurel would be so much worse. Worse than his parents, worse than a child he never met, worse than Tommy.]
Take what you want from the mini-bar at least. It's the least I can do.
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Is it that bad to be married to me, Ollie? [She congratulates herself for at least managing to make it sound a little like a joke. A tired, worn out joke.]
Because there's very little else other than booze in the mini-bar, and you just told me to help myself...
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[He doesn't mean to say that out loud but he does and there it is. That was a stupid thing to say, offering Laurel free reign of the mini bar. Which is full of alcohol and she's a recovering alcoholic, that's a stupid thing for him to have even suggested. There's probably ten dollar macadamia nuts in there too but still.]
It's-- you're right. It's not bad. I just have a bad track record, as you know. Really, it has to be horrible to be married to me.
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She inhales through her nose, exhales slowly.] I wouldn't know, Ollie. We're not exactly doing anything of the conventional honeymoon things. [She pushes herself up to rest on her elbows. Wiggles her toes. Distraction mechanisms.]
Besides, you're the one married to the difficult, stubborn recovering-alcoholic.
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Because a little part of him that he is firmly trying to ignore, wants it to be real. And another part of him wants to run the other way.]
We could do this all night. [Putting themselves down and being weird around each other and pretending like the elephant isn't in the room.]
But I think I'd rather get dinner.
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[But as soon as she starts walking, she pulls a face.] It's going to have to be take-in, because I'm not getting back into shoes until the morning.