Summary: Oliver is late to his own wedding and Felicity is freaking out. Dialogue fic.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own Arrow or any of the characters, they all belong to the CW & DC.
A/N: All mistakes are mine and mine alone, Microsoft Word was my beta so please forgive any and all mistakes.
Wedding Bells
"Oliver. Oliver! You're late. Where are you? We're supposed to be getting married today. I should not be on comms on my wedding day!"
"Don't worry Felicity, I'll be there on time."
"You're cutting it close."
"I have a reputation to keep. Oliver Queen is never on time."
"Don't even joke about this! I'm assuming you're not wearing your tux right now, so where is it? Please tell me it's not back at the loft. If you have to go back there to get changed, you'll never make it here on time."
"John said he'd pick it up on his way over... hang on, I have to take care of something… oomph"
"Oliver? What's that commotion? Are you…"
"Oomph… now's not… oomph… a good time hon. I'm in… oomph... the middle of… oww… oomph… something."
"Oliver! Are you ok? Please don't tell me you're fighting bad guys on our big day."
"Oomph… ok, I won't… oomph. "
"Oliver…"
"It's ok, I'm fine, but I might need to borrow some makeup."
"Ugh, I thought I told you to be careful."
"I was being careful until you distracted me. Anyway, I'm done here. Police are on their way. I'm heading over to you now."
"People are starting to wonder why the groom hasn't showed up yet. My mom's freaking out and thinks you got cold feet. And I'm getting sympathetic looks from people, they feel sorry for me Oliver. What am I supposed to tell them? The groom's out saving the city from a couple of robbers, but he'll be here on time."
"I'm sorry but it couldn't be helped. You know that. I promise I'll make it up to you tonight… and on our honeymoon… multiple times."
"Oliver! We're not the only ones on the comms! Oh god, now I'm literally a blushing bride."
"I'm not even sorry."
"How far away are you?"
"About twenty minutes."
"Oliver! You promised you'd be here on time."
"Relax Felicity, I'll be there in Ten."
"This is not how I imagined my wedding day would be like. Hang on my Mum just walked in and, oh boy, she's still freaking out."
"I can hear her."
"Don't go anywhere, I need to deal with this.… no mum he's on his way, he..uh..he had something to take care of. Yes, I'm talking to him now… no you can't speak to him… mum! Just... he said he'll be here in ten minutes… I know he's cutting it close, that's what I told him… Ohhhh, I can't deal with this today… mum.., MUM! Please stop freaking out… he's not going to leave me on my wedding day… Lila can you please take her outside and calm her down..."
"Felicity? Is everything ok?"
"See what you've done!"
"Hey, I'm almost there. Just a few more minutes."
"You still have to get cleaned up and changed. I will not have my husband-to-be looking like he got into a bar fight on the night before his wedding."
"That's a really good excuse to use when people ask me what happened to my face."
"WHAT! OLIVER JONAS QUEEN! Deep breathes Felicity...deep breaths, calm down. Oliver, what happened to your face?"
"I may have a black eye, a few scratches here and there, and a cut on lip."
"You had one job, Oliver. ONE JOB. You know what that was? To get here in one piece and on time."
"Fe-li-ci-ty. Calm down, I'll ask Thea to cover what she can up with some make up. Ok, I'm here. I'll see you in a few minutes."
"Thank god. You're lucky that it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, or I'd be over there right now giving you a matching black eye! Oliver, stop laughing. This is not funny."
"I love it when you're bossy. See you at the altar Mrs Queen."
"I can't wait, Mr Smoak."
Fin
