A special thanks to Okori for both helping me build up the world-building aspect of this fic, and beta-reading it.

Also to the guest reviewer who left a comment on "Happy Mother's Day, Pretty Bird," I'm not sure if you will read this, but the Father's Day fic should be out sometime around the first Sunday of September.

The Dark Archer knelt on top of a warehouse roof, his boots managing to stay on the slippery tin roof, according to the Sicherheitsdienst. The Reich's intelligence agency. A member of the Resistance was to infiltrate and recover some blueprints for the Wellenreiter.

His grip on the bow hardened as he remembered that one of those closest to the Führer's cabinet, and was soon to be positioned much higher, Bartholomew Allen was found guilty of high treason and feeding intelligence to the Resistance. Rodents that would hide underground. The Dark Archer smirked under his mask as he remembered how he had used a Markov device to level a Resistance cell's underground bunker in the Hindu Kush.

Allen, the turn-coat was only discovered thanks to their newest ally. Another speedster, only this time the man wore yellow and had red lightning instead of yellow-orange like Allen. Eobard Thawne, the man called himself. He provided evidence of a meeting with one of the Resistance's top agents, Wildcat.

After a lengthy interrogation, Allen finally managed to give them some actionable intel, as bare-bones as it was. Someone was to make a snatch and grab at this location. He had resisted giving up the name of the current leader, who had taken over from Alan Scott. It had been years since they had known who was at the top. Bartholomew declined to give them further information even after being offered a quick death via cyanide, instead, the traitor was executed in front of millions, by the hand of his replacement. Eobard Thawne.

The Dark Archer noticed a man wearing a shield take out a sentry, before darting to the shadows to slowly move towards the warehouse. The archer pulled out an arrow, and aimed it at the man and fired, deliberately missing the man by a few feet. It was enough to shock the man until his shield flew towards the magnetic arrow.

It was at that moment the archer, wearing black, jumped from his perch and approached the intruder, firing an arrow into the man's knee, preventing him from escaping. The Dark Archer stood over the man and sneered. "The so-called Guardian."

He knelt down holding the arrow impaled in his knee, forcing a cry from the Guardian. "Where you the best that your organization could send, a degenerate like you?"

"No…" Guardian grunted. "I volunteered. The sweet songs of our leader will live on until we win, it doesn't matter if that happens in generations from now, or tomorrow. Hope and freedom will never be quashed under your boots."

The Dark Archer pulled an arrow from his quiver, and spun it with his fingers, "We will see if your cause loves on after your mask and shield are put on display showing the masses what happens to those who are enemies to the Reich." He then removed the man's helmet with a vicious snatch, before driving the arrow through the man's eye.

::-:-:-::-:-:-::

Black Canary and Green Arrow stood a few feet in the shadows away from the media, and the SCPD, only one person who knew their location, and that was Quentin Lance. The older man finished speaking to his subordinates before making his way over to them.

"I suppose this is par for the course, getting into a fight before you are about to have your big day?" He asked, looking between his soon-to-be son-in-law and his eldest daughter.

"I suppose it is," Oliver said softly, he gestured his head towards the men that they had just incapacitated who were selling illegal and stolen firearms.

"Yeah, we saw the back of the pick-up truck." He then looked at his daughter, and Oliver, "You aren't going to be too banged up for your wedding tomorrow?"

Laurel shook her head, "I don't think so, we have most of the day to relax, and recuperate before we do. Ted and Roy said they will pick up the slack for the next couple of days, then the team will resume back to normal, while we go on our honeymoon."

"Everyone is coming right?"

Laurel smiled at her father, placing her hand gently on his shoulder, "Everyone has RSVP'd, even Sara and her team. So we will have quite a few heroes coming to Starling."

Later that day, Laurel woke up, packed her belongings, and left her larger bags in the family room of the loft, and then took another smaller bag to leave at her Dad's place for that night. She had noticed that Oliver had likely headed out to the train station to pick up Samantha and William before he and his groomsman left.

After Laurel had left her stuff in the spare room of her Dad's apartment, she got a text from Sara telling her to meet her, Caitlin, Thea, and Kara at a beauty salon. She walked in to be greeted with a hug from her sister, "Hey Laurel, I can't believe that you and Ollie are about to tie the knot."

"Me too," Laurel whispered back, kissing her sister's cheek, as she pulled back she was almost pounced on by Thea.

She hugged Thea before doing the same with Caitlin and Kara, who looked ready to have a girls' day. Kara smiled as she introduced her sister, who was her plus one. Alex looked just as tired, as many of them felt living in a high-stress environment.

Laurel sat down, as Patty came around the corner. "Oh, Laurel, you look gorgeous." She said as she handed Laurel a stem glass filled with a clear bubbly liquid. "Sparking water, with a twist of lime."

Laurel smiled, at her unasked question, taking a small sip of the drink. "Thank you, Patty." Laurel sat there enjoying being pampered instead of fighting or arguing in a courtroom. It was a much-earned break from everything, and she apparently owed it all to Barry who had created something called Flashpoint, which had rewritten history itself.

Barry gave her a second chance, which was one reason that Oliver had suggested when and if they ever had a child, Barry would be the godfather to their firstborn. They owed him so much, even if he never wanted any recognition for it.

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Oliver stood in front of the mirror at the tailor's to ensure that his suit was well fitted, he smiled out of the corner of his eye as Barry knelt down to adjust William's bow tie. He still couldn't believe that after everything that he had endured, that Laurel had endured, that they were about to become one.

He had Barry to thank for that. Without Flashpoint the year before, he would have lost Laurel in that insurrection at Iron Heights; instead, he had altered the course of the timeline and given a chance to awaken her metahuman powers, a sonic scream.

It was in part why he had decided to make Barry his best man. Without him, he and Laurel would have been separated before they had a chance to come back together. In some ways, he wished Tommy could have been there, as much as he loved his friends, there would always be a hole in his heart where Tommy once was.

Oliver looked past Barry who was now speaking to Diggle, while Ray, seemed to be the one who had taken responsibility for ensuring that his son was alright, and not nervous. He could hear Ray explaining something about physics to William as Diggle moved off to answer a call. Oliver just stared at his friends and his son. He was truly blessed.

Oliver stepped away from the mirror, and moved towards Barry, Oliver rubbed his finger nervously against his thumb, as he cleared his throat, in an attempt to sound less awkward than he wanted to. "Bear. I just wanted to thank you once again. None of this would have happened if it were not for you."

"Oliver, really, don't mention it," Barry said, shrugging off Oliver's appreciation humbly.

"No, I do." He said as he wrapped one arm around his friend. "Thank you. And if you need anything, day or night, we will be there."

William turned from Ray and walked towards him. "Dad are you nervous about tomorrow?"

Oliver knelt down to his level and gave him a small smile while adjusting William's jacket. "No. When you meet the right person, the person you want to spend the rest of your life with, you won't be nervous. Everything will be fine."

Diggle approached, and smiled at the father and son moment."It won't be long until we are here again for Barry and Patty, or potentially another member of this close-knit community we have going here. We have the makings of a league of heroes."

"Are you sure that Starling will be fine without us?"

Diggle patted his friend on the shoulder, "Oliver, forget about the city while you and Laurel are away. The city can and will survive a week without the Mayor and its DA, along with the Green Arrow and Black Canary. Thea will be alternating between her suit and Laurel's while Roy while he is in town will wear your suit. Ted and I will be able to provide assistance in case things go sideways with Thea and Roy. Enjoy Paris."

::-:-:-::-:-:-::

Quentin watched on from the balcony as he watched his eldest daughter's friends and colleagues along with many of Oliver's were enjoying themselves at the rehearsal dinner. He was so happy for Laurel and Oliver, it was clear to him that they made each other happy. Despite their messy and objectionable history, he was happy to leave it in the past if the happy couple were.

As his eyes scanned across the room, he watched as Oliver spoke to Allen and Diggle. Laurel was doing the same though she was talking to Harper, with a glass of sparkling grape juice in one hand. It was certainly a risky venture inviting not just Roy, but also Mick Rory. Quentin shook his head, Harper was a good kid, and he regretted ruining his life, and the least he could do was turn a blind eye to the man who volunteered to wear the green hood while Oliver and Laurel were gone.

His eyes scanned to watch other people in the crowd, but was disturbed when Thea gently nudged him and handed him a glass of sparkling grape juice. "I know that Ollie has gone dry as a form of sobriety for you and Laurel, and I try to not drink near you guys, I just thought…"

Lance gave Thea Queen a small reassuring smile, "Your Mother and father would be proud of you, and your brother."

Thea's hazel eyes shimmered in the light due to her unshed tears, "Thank you." She then patted her eyes dry with a napkin. "So, Mrs. Lance wasn't invited?"

"No, and I don't blame, Laurel. She can be too forgiving, but she and Oliver were adamant about this. I'm just happy that Sara and I were invited. God knows that I, for one, have done some very crappy things to both of them that could easily earn me a spot on the blacklist."

"And cause a media firestorm by not inviting the father of the bride, who happens to be the police captain of the SCPD?"

"I'm just saying I wouldn't blame them." He then took a mouthful of the drink that Thea had graciously given him. Speaking of which, I have a gift for your brother."

Thea smirked, "Don't let me stop you. I'll just keep my eye on the blushing bride, to ensure that she stays on the wagon."

"If you told me that Thea Dearden Queen was going to be the person ensuring Laurel's and my own sobriety I would have laughed you off."

Thea shrugged, "We are family, Quentin. Always have since it was just the three musketeers, Tommy, Laurel, and Ollie."

Quentin kissed her cheek, before heading downstairs, to see Oliver now speaking to Iris and some blonde guy. Oliver noticed him, politely excusing himself from the reporter, and moved towards Quentin who directed him to a small alcove.

"Mr. Mayor."

"Quentin, It's just Oliver. We are a family. No need for titles. I'm just Oliver."

Lance exhaled audibly, "Well, son. I have a present for you, I know it isn't much." He said, handing a small black velvet box to his soon-to-be son-in-law. Oliver, to his credit, gently grabbed the box, and slowly opened it, as if it were the most precious thing he had ever held, revealing a watch sitting on a small pillow. "As I said, It's not much, but my Dad gave that to me on my wedding day."

Oliver looked up at him and shook his head, and if he didn't know any better, he would assume that Oliver was feigning modesty. "I can't accept this, Quentin."

"I don't have a son to give it to, so I'm giving it to the closest person I have to a son. Someone I have known for most of his life, watched him grow from an immature selfish young man to the man that stands before me. The man who takes responsibility, the man who still managed to hold Laurel's heart. A hero."

"Quentin…"

"No, it's not right that your mother or father couldn't be here thanks to the actions of others."

Oliver looked back down at the silver watch and looked back up at him with teary eyes. "Thank you." He then wrapped his arm around Quentin, and the two shared an embrace. They were a family after all, despite their spotted history.

"As I said," Quentin whispered. "You hurt her, there is nowhere you can run, and I have the current Ra's on speed dial."

"Never," Oliver replied emphatically. "You have my word. Thanks again for the watch."

Quentin sat down next to a man with white hair and wore glasses, who seemed to be lost in his own thoughts, allowing him to once again look around, Sara was following another woman out of the building, Thea was talking to Laurel and a blonde woman that he didn't recognize. Oliver was now speaking to a few councilmen. Quentin smiled, as he watched Oliver's hand raise with his glass of sparkling water, to show that the eldest Queen had replaced his old watch with the one that he was just gifted.

::-:-:-::-:-:-::

Laurel had noticed that her friend from another parallel universe was looking especially down, Laurel made her way past the guests to find Kara sitting trying in vain to drink as a way to ebb her pain, that was so clearly painted on her usually bright bubbly face.

"Hey," Laurel said as she sat down next to her friend.

"Thanks for inviting me, Laurel. I know that we only really met each other once, and that was during the whole Dominator thing." She then gave a small chuckle that sounded more self-loathing than happy. "I think that maybe I'm just not meant to have someone to be happy with. I'm not like you, Oliver, Barry, and Patty."

Laurel gently squeezed her hand. "That's not true. Oliver and I may have known each other since we were kids, but the road getting here wasn't all sunshine and rainbows. You'll find someone, and they will care for you, regardless if you are an alien, a metahuman something different altogether, or even just a regular run of the mill human. If Ollie and I can weather the storms, so can you, I promise."

Kara gave a small smirk at that. "thanks again for letting me take my sister, I know it was a last-minute thing." She said, watching her and Laurel's sister leave the room.

"You know, Barry told me of a particular set of skills that I would love to witness, and it has nothing to do with you being from another planet." Kara raised her brow, as Laurel continued. "I really want to hear your singing voice, Barry said that you have a very beautiful voice.

Kara shook her head and gave a small laugh, and Laurel noticed some of the emotional weight that she had been holding on to ebb slightly. "Only because it's bad form to say no to the bride"

The sound of a glass being clinked by a spoon, the crowd slowly died down, and the music was turned down, its slight rhythmic beats still audible. Her father stood up with a glass in hand. "I'm not one for grand speeches, but as the father of the most beautiful bride, and someone who has had the benefit of knowing the groom since he was knee-high to a grasshopper." He chucked. "Laurel and Oliver have managed to hold on to their love for each other through thick and thin, despite the circumstances that they face. They have always been drawn to one another. They bring out the best in each other and temper each other from their impulsive, or stubborn tendencies. Just watching them go through their trials together, as they have with grace, trust and unconditional love show us, shows me that love exists. I wish you, honey, and Oliver the very best as you continue to walk together through the life you have both chosen." Laurel's eyes watered and felt Kara hand her a tissue to dab her eyes, and felt Thea gently rub her arm. "To Laurel and Oliver." Her father said as he raised his glass, others followed suit, repeating his final statement

Laurel walked up to her father and wrapped her arm around him. "Thank you, Daddy." She said as the music returned to its original volume.

"It was a lovely speech, Quentin," Oliver said, as she pulled back, and felt Oliver's arm around her waist.

"I'm just glad that you both liked it. I'm not the best wordsmith or good orator. It's less stressful making a speech to the entire city than about you too. I really wanted to welcome you to the family, especially since Moira and Robert couldn't be here for you."

"They are. I'm sure that they are watching down with Tommy, and are proud of the people we have become, and the relationships that we have mended and forged."

Her father scoffed, "I should have had you write my speech."

Laurel shook her head, gently grabbing her father's hand. "No, Dad. Yours was perfect because it came from your heart. We would be happy with a small wedding with just you, Sara, Thea, and a few close friends, but since we are in the public sphere, it wouldn't be received well."

::-:-:-::-:-:-::

Oliver stood at the altar, to his left were his groomsmen, Barry, John and Roy, the latter was currently adjusting William's lapel, and ensuring that he had the rings. Oliver smiled, before looking out at the sea of people who had arrived at his family's old manor.

He looked up at the ceiling and remembered hearing Thea say when she found out that the manor was to be their venue, that it would be like their parents were watching him and Laurel finally tie the knot.

He watched as Kara and her sister sat on Laurel's side, watched some of the legends divide up amongst themselves, with most of the police force leadership and the DA's office was there, while the rest of the City Hall leadership was on his side.

Oliver looked to his right to see Ray Palmer running through his notes, as their officiant, while on the other side of Palmer was his sister, Laurel's maid of honor, followed by Sara and Caitlin Snow.

As the piano started playing the bridal chorus, everyone in the large room stood from their chairs, as Laurel was escorted down the aisle in a beautiful white dress. She looked absolutely gorgeous, at that moment, he didn't think his cheeks could maintain his smile as she walked down the aisle with her father, her green eyes never leaving his. As they made it up onto the small dais, Quentin kissed her cheek and shook his hand.

"Congratulations, both of you."

Oliver blinked away his tears as he stood next to the woman he loved more than life itself.

Ray cleared his throat. "We are gathered here today, to witness the wedding of Oliver Jonas Queen and Dinah Laurel Lance. Two people that I have come to call two of my closest friends. Two people who strive to make not just to make Star City, their home a safe place, but to save the entire world." Ray smiled at the two of them. "If anyone has any issues with these two getting married, speak now or forever hold your peace."

When no one spoke, Ray sported his toothy smile, "That settles it…" He said as they heard the sound of loud marching outside of the manor before a bullet just missed Ray, who had managed to dive out of the way of the incoming bullet.

A large contingent of soldiers wearing dark-colored uniforms, led by someone wearing Malcolm's League gear, a woman with a strange face mask, that was floating and another man wearing the same mask as the floating woman, but wore the same uniform as the other soldiers.

Oliver blinked again as he noticed the SS insignia on their uniforms as they raised their firearms. The man wearing the uniform raised his hand, and the soldiers fired their rifles.

Barry raced around the room, picking up the stray bullets, Oliver and Laurel, along with their siblings moved from the dais to the front of the aisle. He watched as Ted and Quentin ran towards William, who had followed Roy's command to hide behind the wall.

The next second he watched as Wally sped around sending people away before he took Lance and Ted to the bunker, where the two men would keep his son safe.

Kara moved towards the floating woman, while Sara and Alex moved towards the man, who had removed his mask to reveal Damien Darhk.

The next thing he noticed, Thea and Laurel had cut their dresses, to be able to fight as they moved towards Malcolm Merlyn. Merlyn, like Darhk, should be six feet under.

Oliver ran towards Cisco and ordered him to open a breach to the second floor, where someone had made a sniper's nest with their bow and arrows. He used a pole from one of his Mom's old lamps and fought against the other bowman.

What was strange, it was as if he were fighting against someone who was trained similarly to him. Eventually, he was disarmed, and he heard Laurel's Canary Cry. His foe stopped as he looked over the railing to see Laurel and Kara standing over the floating woman.

The Archer that Oliver had just fought, dived down from the balustrade, picked up the woman, and dropped a flashbang while ordering his Nazi forces to fall back.

Oliver sighed, the next thing he knew was that he and the rest of the heroes that fought in his family's mansion were in STAR Labs. Barry patted him on the back, explaining that Wally had managed to wipe away the memories of all the guests who were not aware of who they were. And that Roy, John, and Ray Palmer were currently in Star City to ensure that his son was safe.

He then followed Sara, who was shoving The Dark Archer, Merlyn, down the hallways before Laurel, who was now wearing jeans, a shirt, and a leather jacket, took over. Oliver followed suit before opening Barry's prison at the bottom of the labs. He briefly admired how well Laurel had adapted to their wedding being ruined, and having to destroy her wedding dress. She was always good at compartmentalization.

"Remove your Hood, Merlyn. We know who you are." Oliver growled as he felt Laurel tense beside him, her arms crossed.

"Interesting." He said as he spoke through the modulator in his mask, before acquiescing and removing his hood to reveal a very different Merlyn. Tommy.