Note: This is BlackArrow (my ship name, don't complain).

If you don't like that, I'm sorry.

Enjoy!

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Like anyone getting along in age, Oliver hated his birthday.

He didn't like the idea of getting older, of becoming weaker.

...

Oliver groaned.

What was today again?

Damnit.

May 8th.

It was his birthday.

Maybe Thea would forget?

And not have told anyone?

Yeah, he wasn't that lucky.

...

Oliver managed to avoid everyone who knew when his birthday was (including people Thea may have told) until he had to go do GA stuff (Green Arrow).

But when he walked in, there was no one there.

Except for Laurel.

That was weird.

Why was almost everyone late?

"Laurel?"

She turned toward him and smirked.

She stalked toward him. Her posture made him think of a panther hunting.

"Hello, Ollie."

"Where's everyone else?"

"They wanted to give you some time to enjoy your gift."

She liked her lips, and that's when Oliver realized what she meant by "gift".

He raised an eyebrow.

"I bet this will be my favorite birthday yet."