DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters, they belong to the CW and DC comics. this is just a fanmade story of a couple the author would really want to see ending up together. Just fantasies that I can't keep to myself anymore. no hard feelings.

GROW OLD WITH ME

I can feel you breathing
With your hair on my skin
As we lie here within
The night
I'll pull those sheets
When it's cold on your feet
Cause you'll fall back to sleep
Every time

Grow old with me
Let us share what we see
And all the best it could be
Just you and I

And our hands they might age
And our bodies will change
But we'll still be the same
As we are
We'll still sing our song
When our hair ain't so blonde
And our children have sung
We were right

Tom Odell

May 30th, 2015.

7 AM.

She hadn't anticipated this. If she had, things would have gone very, very differently. This day did not have a good start. Thea was waking her up way to early, and was yanking her out of bed. Out of Oliver's arms. Two things that did not sit well with Felicity Smoak, soon to be Queen. Judging by the muffled scream that escaped from Thea's lips, she had definitely not expected the pair to be so, well, naked. That was her own fault. She slammed a hand over her eyes and turned around hastily. Truthfully, there hadn't been much to see, everything under the belt was hidden and Felicity was pressed against Oliver's side, her head resting on his shoulder. But still, it was obvious what they had been doing during the night. As Felicity drifted into consciousness, Thea scurried into the bathroom attached to Oliver's bedroom at the Queen Mansion. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she sat up, reached for her glasses on the nightstand and pulled the sheets around her, and Oliver.

Thea returned from the bathroom with a silky white bathrobe she hadn't seen before.

"Say goodbye to your hubby-to-be, because we need to get you ready."

Felicity groaned but obliged, leaning over and pressing a kiss to Oliver's cheek. Suddenly, he was very much awake, his hand flew to her bare back.

"Don't open your eyes." Felicity warned. "It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, or something like that, I don't really remember."

Oliver chuckled softly but kept his eyes shut, lingering in the feeling of her lips against his cheek. They moved to his forehead, temples, cheekbones, nose, jaw, chin and finally, his lips. His hand had started trailing down her spine. Thea groaned.

"Chop, Chop, lovebirds, we haven't got all day."

Oliver grinned. "See you at the altar that isn't really an altar but a more of a canopy."

"Cheeseball" Felicity chuckled.

"Just say it. Please?" He pleaded.

Felicity rolled her eyes. "Fine. I'll be the one in white." She whispered and pressed one last kiss to his lips. She quickly slipped into the bathrobe Thea handed her and let her almost-sister-in-law usher her out of the room. She looked back once, smiling when she saw the big goofy smile gracing his lips.

Through his lashes, Oliver caught a glimpse of the white bathrobe and her mussed sex-hair, just before the door fell closed behind them. Grinning even wider, he stretched and turned to lay on his side, looking out of the window, where the brand new day was already in full swing.

7. 15 AM.

"Okay, so you know the schedule, right?" Thea asked as they approached the Guest suite. When she didn't get a response, she put a hand on Felicity's shoulder, forcing her out of her trance-like state. "Felicity?"

"Hmm? Yes. What?" She hadn't been paying attention again. Thea rolled her eyes and placed her hands on Felicity's upper arms.

"Go take a shower, take all the time you need. I will set up the mani-pedi people, they will be here around eight and Jenna will be here soon to help, too. She should've already been here."

Felicity chuckled. Her sister would always be late. "Thank you, Thea."

Thea smiled softly. "No problem, sis."

Felicity smiled back at her and squeezed her hand.

"Now go get ready for your wedding!"

Taking a deep breath, she watched Thea walking down the hall and turned to step into the suite. Closing the door behind her, she took a good look around the room. She hadn't actually set foot in it before. The room was enormous, probably the same size the apartment she had been living in before moving into their new house was. It occupied a very, very large bed, a sitting area with a TV and all kinds of different tech-gadgets, a large fireplace across from the bed, a desk with a computer next to three floor to ceiling book-cases, a stunningly beautiful vanity next to supposedly the closet, and somehow it didn't feel forced, there was a natural feeling to the room. The longer she stood there, the smaller and cozier it looked, probably due to Moira's tasteful arrangement. She sighed and walked over to the window. Pushing away the sheer curtains, bathing the room in more light, she took in the sight in front of her. From Oliver's window, one could look out over the Queen grounds and see the beginning of the forest it extended into. From this window, she could see the wall meaning the end of Queen property, but looking over its edge, and into the valley, the skyscrapers of the city glistened in the sunlight, the still orange and pink sky coloring the glass in shades she had never noticed before. She smiled a little. Falling in love with Starling City hadn't been hard for her, even if it wasn't her home town.

When the sun would color those skyscrapers in these colors again, she would be married to the man she loved with all her heart. Her heart fluttered in agreement. She felt her cheeks warming and closed her eyes for a second, letting the sunlight warm her face. When she opened them again, she bit her lip, smiled and with a skip in her step, headed into the bathroom.

7.45 AM.

Oliver hadn't even drifted back to sleep, his nose pressed into Felicity's pillow, the item smelling like her shampoo, when he heard two short knocks on the door. Smiling, he pushed himself off the bed, quickly donning khaki pants and a white henley.

"Yes!" Oliver called out as he turned around to face the door. Jenna, Felicity's older sister poked her head into the room.

"Am I late?"

Oliver frowned. "Late? It's.." He pulled his hand from his pocket to look at his watch. "…8 in the morning."

They were silent for a moment as they stared at each other and realization hit him. "Thea?"

"Thea." She smiled a little and nodded, further opening the door and stepping inside.

"Why did she summon you this early?" He asked as she walked over.

She smiled. "To make sure Lis doesn't chicken out."

Oliver lifted his eyebrows in surprise, staring at her with wide eyes. Jenna chuckled. "Kidding."

"You should probably go look for Thea, though, you still have to pick up the rings from the vault and I'm sure she has quite the list of things you need to do as well." She said with a smile.

Oliver snorted and nodded as he walked to the door.

"Good luck out there." Jenna teased.

He chuckled and rolled his eyes before stepping through the door. He would need all the luck he could get.

9 AM.

Freshly showered and nails all done, painted in a pale pink hue, Felicity sat back in her chair and took a deep breath. The two women who Thea had hired to do her nails had just left, strongly suggesting to not do too much so her nails could properly dry, and this would probably be the only moment of peace and quiet for the rest of the day, as they waited for the hairdresser to arrive. There had also been a nice lady photographer, who Thea had instructed to capture every single moment of the day, but she was now called away to take some photos of other things. She was really nice, and she'd seen some of the pictures, all looking really beautiful, which she was thankful for, but Felicity hadn't even seen her mother yet, today of all days. Thea had stepped out to answer a call. From the sound of it, it wasn't a friendly conversation. She started fiddling with one of the tiny little white roses attached to the lace bridal bustier she was wearing underneath the white bathrobe.

She was kind of happy Thea insisted on getting bridal lingerie, she felt extremely sexy in the set they had picked out and it fit perfectly underneath her dress. She smiled a little as she remembered when Thea had pulled her into the little shop before she could even read the sign. With a face flushed bright red she had tried on everything Thea had suggested until they had found what she was currently wearing. It was a strapless number with a very low back, ribbons to fasten it around her, a sweetheart neckline, lace covering the white fabric of the cups, and see through down her torso. It came with frilly panties with more lace and ribbons.

At first, Felicity had her doubts, but the more she had looked at it, the better she could imagine Oliver's face when he would see her in it. She snorted and pushed her glasses back up on her nose as Thea walked back into the room, storm clouding her eyes, eyebrows in a deep frown and lips pressed in a firm line.

"The hairdresser just cancelled." She said, expression not changing one bit.

"Says she's sick. She was obviously pretending."

Felicity bit her lip, fearing the wrong things said would allow Thea to explode into a tornado of anger. Thea didn't move a muscle, and if you asked her later, Felicity didn't see what was happening next coming from a mile away.

"What are we going to do?" Thea wailed and slumped forward to sit down on the ottoman across from Felicity, head falling into her hands.

Wide-eyed, Felicity had to take a moment to collect herself and really gather what was happening, before she cleared her throat and moved to sit next to her, hand gently stroking her back.

"Thea. It's going to be fine. I'm already blown away that you managed to pull all of this off, so one little setback. That's not such a big deal."

"But everything was supposed to be perfect." Thea muttered.

"And it will be. Stop worrying too much, and just enjoy the day. For me."

Thea lifted her head and looked at her, a soft smile curling her lips. She reached out and took Felicity's hand.

"You're not freaking out?"

Felicity chuckled. "No. why should I?"

"Because this is supposed to be the best day of your life, and now the stupid hairdresser just cancels." Thea frowned.

"Thea, it's just hair. Besides, I get to marry the man I love today, so nothing is going to ruin my mood. Not even hairdressers pretending to be sick, which has probably a very good reason, but that doesn't matter now."

Thea smiled and rolled her eyes. "So? What are we gonna do about that bird's nest of yours then?"

"Well, I know for a certainty that there is a woman in this building with a lifetime's worth of experience handling her daughter's stubborn hair." Felicity said with a wicked smile and a twinkle in her eyes.

9.30 AM

"Oliver! There you are! Did you get them?" Moira hurried towards her son as she noticed him walking through the front door. She had been directing the caterer and florist to the backyard to set up their stuff. At least ten people were fussing around to decorate the stairs and every flat surface available. Oliver walked over to where his mother was standing, pulling the black velvet box from his pocket.

"Of course I did." He smirked, holding out the box and lifting the lid to show her the rings he had designed for him and Felicity to exchange at the ceremony. Moira sighed as she took the box from him and took a closer look.

Felicity's ring was a thin silver band with little diamonds aligned on the top. It was very simple for the main reason that she could wear it paired up with her engagement ring.

Oliver's wedding band was a wide, masculine platinum with two straight lines engraved around it, close to the edge. A tiny diamond embedded in the middle.

"They're beautiful, Oliver." Moira said, placing her free hand on her son's shoulder, squeezing a little.

"She's going to love them." He smiled and let out a relieved sigh.

"You thinks so?"

"Oliver. She would love them even if you would have made them from bottle caps."

Oliver chuckled and shook his head a little. Moira squeezed his arm once more and handed him the box back before heading off, probably to perfect every decoration down the last flower. He quickly pocketed the box and took a moment to look around the foyer. Hanging from the railings of the stairs and around the pillars were garlands of white and pink and yellow flowers, with the leaves still attached to add in some green, as per Felicity's demand. The usually red carpet was traded in for a white version and the great chandelier above him was covered in more flowers. He smiled, easily pointing out every little detail that was Felicity's idea, and what would have been suggested by anyone but her.

"Ollie? What are you still doing here?" Thea was standing at the top of the stairs. His sister quickly descended the stairs and frowned at him.

"You are supposed to be picking Mr. Smoak up at the airport."

"Yeah. Yes, I know. I was just about to leave." He wasn't. He had completely forgotten. Thea pressed her lips in a tight line and raised one eyebrow.

"How's she doing?" He asked her

"Well, she was great, but we have a hair-crisis to deal with, and all the Smoak-women are needed to help with stubborn hair."

"Long story." She said as Oliver raised his eyebrows.

"The hairdresser cancelled. Hmm, not that long, actually."

Oliver shook his head and chuckled. Wrapping her hands around her elbows, Thea smiled and turned around to go do something wedding-related.

"Oh! Thea?!"

She spun on her heel to face her brother. "Hmm?!"

"Tell her I love her."

Chuckling, she nodded and headed back up the stairs.

10 AM.

"Oh honey. You look gorgeous." Esther Smoak whispered, her eyes glistening with unshed tears as the make-up artist applied a bright fuchsia lipstick to her daughter's lips.

"Mom. Don't you dare cry. If you start, I will too." Felicity said sternly when the woman kneeled in front of her let go of her face to grab another brush. Her hair, eyes and cheeks were done, and she hadn't seen herself yet. It was nerve wrecking. She looked up at her mother when she felt the pressure of her small hand on her shoulder.

The older woman sniffled. "Oh baby, I'm so proud of you."

Felicity laid her hand over her mother's and smiled at her before turning back for the make-up artist to apply the last few brushstrokes.

"Damn Lis, you look stunning." Jenna said from the couch, where she was organizing a stack of DVD's by release date, or IMDB rating, Felicity wasn't sure. That was her sister's thing. Stress-organizing. Jenna wasn't as good at rationally handling crisis's as Felicity was.

"Jen. Stop freaking out and get over here. It's your face's turn."

Jenna sighed and walked over. Her auburn hair was already in a braided updo, and now it was her turn to get her make-up done. Jenna sat down in the chair that Felicity had occupied a few seconds ago as her sister walked over to the mirror, their mother following in her wake.

She saw Felicity gasp a little as she took a good look at herself. Esther put her hands on her upper arms and smiled at her over her shoulder. She smiled to herself. Her little sister was getting hitched, and she looked so gorgeous. Sitting back in her chair, she tried to relax and not think about the fact that Felicity had really grown up. Jenna and Felicity were 12 years apart and Jenna's son, Aaron had just turned twelve himself, so Jenna would always see her as her baby-sister, but that little baby-sister was twenty-seven years old and entering a new phase in her life. She was about to tear up but quickly chastised herself and turned back to the make-up artist.

Felicity leaned back into her mother's embrace. In her peripheral vision she saw the photographer take a picture and she smiled a little.

"Are you nervous?" her mother asked.

She had been suppressing her nerves all morning, but as usual, her mother saw right through her carefully constructed confidence. She blew out a long sigh and nodded, exchanging a look with her mother in the mirror. She nodded slowly.

"I guess it's more butterflies than nerves, really." Her mother's arms tightened around her shoulders as she reached up to press a kiss on her cheeks.

"Don't smudge my make-up." Felicity chuckled.

Esther smiled at her daughter in the mirror and slowly let go of her little girl.

"Everything is going to be fine, sweetie."

"I know." Felicity whispered as she turned around and took her mother's hand in hers.

"I have something for you." She whispered in Felicity's ear and stepped away for a moment to retrieve something. When she came back to stand behind her, she looped her arm around her and held the item up in front of her.

"Grandma's pearls." Felicity sighed and smiled as her mother closed the golden clasp at the nape of her neck. With a smile on her face Esther put her hands on Felicity's shoulders.

"I thought you might like those."

Felicity sighed again and ran her fingers over the delicate beads. "Thanks mom."

Their little pre-wedding mother-daughter moment was interrupted when Thea stormed into the guest-suite, hands full with garment bags. Her hair and make-up had been done earlier, her grown out curls falling over her shoulders with a waterfall braid on either side of her head, meeting at the back of her head.

"Who knew dresses could be this heavy?" She said with a sigh as she walked over to the bed and hauled the garment bags on it.

Felicity chuckled and moved to stand next to her to help her unpack. Thea pulled a box from underneath the bed and removed the lid, exposing a pair of baby-blue pumps. It was such a light shade of blue that it would nearly be considered white. A flower shaped, crystal embellishment was attached to the outer sides of the noses of the shoes. Felicity took the pair in her hands and ran her thumb over the soft satin.

"I'm so in love with these."

"Well, you should be. You still don't know what I had to do to keep that other lady from buying them." Thea sighed.

Felicity chuckled.

"Oh! And apparently, I'm now some kind of bridal messenger and your fiancé wants me to tell you he loves you."

The laugh that escaped from her lips couldn't have been stopped by anything. Felicity snorted and rolled her eyes. Once she recovered from her giggles-attack, Felicity put her hands on her waist and raised her head.

"Well, if you see him, you can let him know that I'm gonna steal all of his money and I'm going to live the single girls lifestyle, and be totally fabulous while doing it." She said with a triumphant grin.

10.15 AM

The plane from San Francisco had landed 10 minutes ago, which meant that Felicity's father, David Smoak, would walk into the arrivals hall any minute now. When he spotted Mr. Smoak walking into the hall, pulling his carry-on behind him, Oliver stood up from the bench, and walked up to the other man.

"Mr. Smoak! Good to see you, sir!" Oliver said as he extended his hand.

"Please, Oliver. Call me David." He shook the extended hand.

"How are you son? I hope my wife hasn't been too much of a handful?"

"I'm good, a little nervous and Esther has been a great help." Oliver said.

David smiled. "Good."

Oliver took hold of his carry-on and they started heading towards the parking lot.

"So, I guess now is a little too late to warn you about hurting my daughter?" David joked when they stepped out of the airport and into the crisp spring morning air.

Oliver chuckled. "I wouldn't know what to do if anything happened to her, let alone be it by my doing."

"Good. That means I did my job as a father"

The two men laughed as they approached the car and Oliver pressed the button on the key to unlock it. He walked towards the trunk, opening it and putting David's carry-on inside.

"You sure got yourself a beauty of a car here, Oliver."

He grinned. "A 2010 Rolls Royce Phantom with custom interior."

David whistled appreciatively and pulled open the door to the passenger's seat. Oliver got behind the wheel and started the ignition, letting the engine roar before pulling out and heading back towards the Queen Mansion. When they got on the freeway, Oliver really stepped on the gas. Mr. Smoak was clearly enjoying the ride judging by the grin plastered on his face. They rode in silence for a while before Felicity's father broke it.

"You know, if you really want to blow the socks off her feet, for your…hmm, I guess, your fifth anniversary, you should buy her an Aston Martin DB5. The James Bond one. She loves those movies and when she was a little girl she used to be begging me for one. I got a similar one, she was so little she didn't even notice. When I asked her why she loved it so much, she said, because she loved the feeling of the wind blowing in her hair."

Mr. Smoak chuckled. "Guess my little girl has really grown up, hasn't she?"

Oliver didn't say anything but he smiled at him as he imagined a little Felicity laughing as she and her father drove around in the summertime, the wind messing up her then auburn curls and the twinkle ever present in her eyes.

10.55 AM

"Felicity! It's absolutely gorgeous! Thank you!" Thea sighed as she opened the box containing her bridesmaid gift.

Felicity had been wandering what to get her two bridesmaids as a thank you for everything they had done. It had taken her ages to come up with something and she was about to go to the store to go get it when she passed the window of the Jeweler and spotted the necklace that was now around Thea's neck. It was a very simple piece, but she had completely fallen in love with it when she saw it. A thin gold chain with a single round gemstone pendant hanging from it. One with a Cat's Eye Aquamarine for Thea, one with a Rose Quartz for Jenna, a Lapis Lazuli for her mother and one with a Verdite for herself, which no one but Oliver knew about. She had also bought one for a daughter she might one day have, with a Brazilian Opal, for when she would turn sixteen. She and Oliver had discussed the subject of kids a million times, mostly because they were afraid something would happen to their child because of their nighttime activities, but it always lead to the confession that both of them really wanted kids and that they would do everything they could to protect him or her, or both.

"It's beautiful, I love it!" Jenna said softly as she closed the clasp around her neck.

"Thank you, sweetheart. It's stunning." Her mother took her hand and squeezed it.

They were all dolled up except from Felicity. Their dresses had been hand-sewn by the best in the business and they all looked stunning. Her mother in a deep purple number with a boat-neck and a clenched waist, Jenna in bright pink and a square neckline and Thea in a pale pink one-shoulder.

Felicity sighed softly. "You guys look stunning."

"I agree." Thea chimed. "There's just one thing missing."

"And that is?" Felicity raised her eyebrow.

"You. In your gorgeous wedding dress!"

11.10 AM

"Damnit, Oliver!" Thea stalked over to him. "Why on earth aren't you in your suit yet?"

"Thea, relax, I have plenty of time left."

"The wedding is in fifty minutes!"

"Thea. Calm down. Everything is going to be fine. Jenna is getting the bouquet, Felicity's father is all suited up, and Dig is handling Roy and greeting the guests downstairs."

Thea sighed and took another deep breath.

"Fine. But, you soon-to-be-wife wanted me to tell you, and I quote: Well, if you see him, you can let him know that I'm gonna steal all of his money and I'm going to live the single girls lifestyle, and be totally fabulous while doing it."

Oliver stared at her with wide eyes, but Felicity's response to his 'I love you' hadn't come as a surprise. He grinned and turned on his heel, heading towards his bedroom to get into his suit.