AN Not my best work, but something I had fun with. Comments/reviews are welcomed. I haven't given up on my other stories, just had a lot on so please bear with me. Thank you to all my reviewers and followers, you make my days worthwhile xxx ps song is 'Will you marry me' by Alabam/Jann Arden
Will you marry me?, Put our love and life together. Will you stay with me? For always and forever
The first time Oliver had proposed, Felicity had been bleeding out upon a stretcher being hurtled towards the back of an ambulance. He arrived on the scene, a smudge of green paint to the right of his eye; a stark reminder of the fact that he hadn't been there, he hadn't protected her.
"This wasn't supposed to happen, not to you, not to you" he'd repeated grasping her hand as though her life depended it on as the EMT's worked on her on the floor of her apartment. Apparently Felicity had been caught up in a Robbery gone wrong. Two men had forced their way into her apartment and when she tried to fight back one of them had pulled out a knife.
"We were supposed to have more, supposed to go out to dinner without making it to dessert, go to a baseball game, watch the backlog of programmes on your hard drive with a tub of mint chip. Get Married" He was swiftly cut off by the EMT's that had stabilised her and were trying to get her out. Diggle who had been standing a safe distance away being and careful to take in all the evidence around him had snapped his head in Oliver's direction at the mention of Marriage. He'd known that Felicity and Oliver had succumbed to the attraction between them, but he hadn't realised the intensity of it. He immediately clapped a firm and reassuring hand on Oliver's shoulder to hold him back and let the experts do their work.
As Felicity had been bundled into the back of the ambulance Oliver had re-taken his grip on her hand and as he sat down next to her he threaded her fingers through his own, causing her to stir. Brushing his lips across her hairline he whispered "When you get better we'll get married."
Felicity squeezed his hand as hard as she could muster and with her other removed the oxygen mask that covered her face. She inhaled sharply at the pain shooting through her side and on the exhale she had managed a shaky "no"
When Felicity had been brought of the induced coma two days later, convinced that he only suggested it because he thought that he was going to lose her, she told him "It's no right now Oliver, not no not ever".
On bended knee, would you take this ring?, Will you marry me?, please, Will you marry me?
The second time Oliver had brought up the idea of Marriage and as he classed it 'proposed' was during an undercover operation where Felicity and Roy were posing as a married couple. Felicity had been winding Oliver up; cosying up to Roy, putting on a rather convincing show, so much so that she could hear Oliver clenching his teeth through the comms link. Felicty had spent the entire evening hand inside Roy's tuxedo jacket, and whispering against his ear, playing the loving wife, much to Olivers dismay. When she'd found herself alone she took the opportunity to address Oliver through her earpiece, telling him how beautiful the ring was that she had been wearing to which he had responded by saying "It's yours if you want it"
"Last of the romantics" Felicity had whipped in response, rolling her eyes and heading back to the dinner and task at hand.
To be with you is what I live for But at this moment I confess Though I love you, God knows I love you. Deep down inside I'm scared to death, say yes Will you marry me?
The third time Oliver had proposed had been a moment that Felicity would never forget.
It was six months later and the hottest day of the year so far. She had awoken in their new apartment absorbing the much needed coolness of the sheets next to her. When she rolled over and realised the bed was empty she sat bolt upright reaching for her phone on the bedside table. Seeing no alerts she slipped of the bed adjusting her negligee and pattered to the open balcony window. Felicity wrapped her arms around herself as she closed the distance between her and the door, hoping Oliver had stepped outside as he often did when having woken from a nightmare. The warm breeze that hit her as she stepped out eased her, there was something calming about the warmth of the early morning air as it swirled around the city. Felicity Rested her hands on the metal railings in front of her and sighed at the cooling affect they had on her overheating body.
After taking a few seconds to compose herself she made her way back inside to grab her comm link in a last ditch attempt to settle her nerves. When Felicity pulled back the voile curtains she saw an Arrow embedded in the wall above their bed. She hesitantly crept towards it, breathing a sigh of relief when she was close enough to confirm it was one of Oliver's. The head of the arrow held a note to the wall and as Felicity stood on the mattress to retrieve it she heard a clunking sound. With the note in one hand and the arrow in the other she saw a ring sliding along the shaft. Felicity considered how she could remove the ring and decided snapping the arrow in half was the best option. When the ring had been retrieved she slipped it on to her finger, admiring the triangular emerald encrusted with diamonds that twinkled in the moonlight that filtered through the window. Placing the broken arrow down on the bed, she unfolded the note
WILL YOU MARRY ME?
Felicity half laughed and half cried and as she leant across the bed to text him her response. She stopped, splayed out on the bed as she heard him in the doorway. Twisting around she saw him leaning in the doorway, looking rather smug. He had changed from his arrow attire and wore only a pair of grey lounge pants and a smile.
Without a second thought she scrambled off the bed and into his arms crashing her lips onto his. When she finally pulled away, her arms linked around his shoulders she gave the answer he'd been waiting for, for twelve long months
"Yes, Oliver Queen I will marry you"
Would you take this ring? I will take your ring, Will you marry me?, please Will you marry me?
