Felicity
Felicity stood in front of the floor-length mirror with her mother behind her, tears in her blue eyes. Donna Smoak wasn't usually a crier, but the sight of her daughter in a wedding dress seemed to do her in. Felicity turned around and walked over to her mother, a small smile on her face.
"Oh, Felicity, you look so beautiful," said Donna, moving to adjust the birdcage veil perched on her daughter's head. "Are you ready?"
Felicity pulled her mother into a hug. "I think I've been ready for this day for a long time, Mom. Thank you, for everything." Felicity pulled back, her arms still wrapped around Donna. "I know we didn't always get along, but you've always been there for me, and I'm so grateful. I love you."
"I love you too, dear," said Donna, dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief. "Now, Oliver is waiting for you. Let's go." Donna held out her arm for Felicity to hold onto, as she was giving her away. Felicity looked over at her mother, whose dark gray dress was actually appropriate outside of a club. It reached her knees and had an off-the-shoulder square neckline, and Donna looked gorgeous. Though her shoes weren't very much different than her usual ones, but Felicity smiled at the effort Donna had made.
"Mom?"
"Yes, dear?"
"You look beautiful," said Felicity right as they got to the entrance to the rooftop garden. Thea, Roy, Lyla, Dig, Laurel, and Barry were there, waiting for the wedding to begin. Felicity smiled at her bridal party, who looked resplendent in their dark green dresses, and squeezed Thea's hand. "Ready, guys? Let's get this show on the road." Laurel looked out into the garden area and signaled to the musicians to start the music. Felicity stood with Donna as she watched Laurel and Barry, then Lyla and Roy, and finally Thea and Dig process out to the ceremony space. The music changed, and Felicity took a deep breath as she and Donna stepped up to begin their walk down the aisle. Oliver turned around, and his eyes went wide. Felicity smirked at him, feeling his eyes lock on her face after a few moments. He gave her a crooked grin, and shrugged his shoulders.
"You better take care of her," said Donna, as they reached Oliver and she handed Felicity over to him. "I know a lot of people who can make your life hell if you hurt my little girl."
Oliver laughed as he took Felicity's hand, "I'd sooner die than let anything happen to our girl." He kissed Donna on the cheek before leading Felicity up to the justice of the peace.
"Hey there, handsome," she whispered as the justice began to talk about truth and love.
"Hey yourself, pretty lady," he replied, looking down past her face with a stupid grin on his face.
"Eyes, up, Mr. Queen," she said, raising an eyebrow at him. He grinned and turned back to the justice, who then had them recite their vows.
"Fe-li-ci-ty, I know it took us a while to get here, and that a lot of bad stuff happened in the meantime that almost stopped us from getting here, but I am so glad that you're standing here with me. I love you so much, and I promise to protect you and take care of you for the rest of our lives," said Oliver, facing her and taking her two hands in his. "Including foot rubs and red wine after stressful days at the office, of course." He grinned at her, and she laughed.
Felicity squeezed his hands in hers and began to speak. "In fear of this becoming a rambling Felicity moment, I'm going to try to keep this short and sweet. I know it took a few frustrating years to get here, sprinkled with you being an idiot and bombs, but we made it. It was a frustrating journey, and I'm really glad it led to this outcome. I love you, Oliver. And I promise to take care of you, too. Which may or may not include shoulder massages and good food. If you're nice to me." The guests laughed, and Oliver grinned down at Felicity. He turned slightly to Diggle, who handed him both wedding bands.
The justice smiled at the couple before continuing, "Do you, Oliver Jonas Queen, take Felicity Megan Smoak to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"
"I do," he replied, squeezing Felicity's hand as he slid the wedding band onto her finger.
"Do you, Felicity Megan Smoak, take Oliver Jonas Queen to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"
"I do," she replied, sliding the other wedding band onto Oliver's finger.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife. Oliver, you may kiss the bride," concluded the justice, closing the book in his hands and smiling at the couple.
"With pleasure," grinned Oliver, leaning down towards her, only for Felicity to get impatient and grab her husband by the lapels of his jacket, pulling him down to eagerly press her bright pink lips against his.
"Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce Mr. and Mrs. Oliver Queen!" The guests stood up and began cheering, Sara squealing and clapping from Donna's lap. Oliver and Felicity began to walk towards the entrance to the building. She looked over at him, and his eyes were glued to her cleavage again.
"Eyes up, Mr. Queen," she scolded, whacking him with her bouquet.
He laughed and wrapped his arm around her waist, stopping them in the middle of the aisle. "Make me, Mrs. Queen."
A/N- So this is it! I might write a follow up one shot or story about their married life. I really hope you all enjoyed this fic! Make sure to check out my other fics, and I should have another one up/started in a couple days. All my love-Rose
