Chlollie Fanfic: Say The Wordsies, Part 3/3
Hi, All!
Apologies for the re-post; the original Wordsies, Part 3 post from 9th May is no longer active (and all comments on it *sob!*). Apparently, the post disappeared during the last round of LJ!Fail, along with a few other fanfic posts of mine, and all my complaints to the Helpdesk to get it restored are falling in deaf ears, so I took the decision to re-post them.
The good news though, is that I've started readying the next installment of my Beauty in the Breakdown Series, so expect that to show up in the next week or two. :-)
Here you go (again!), and my apologies for any inconvenience!
Enjoy.
Title: Say The Wordsies
Author: BabyDee1
Pairing: Chlollie
Series: The Funsies Series
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Timeline: Post Season 9; follows Over the Linesies in the Funsies Series
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: When Chloe’s thinks she’s lost Oliver for good, she finally admits the truth.
Feedback: …makes us write more. Trufax. :)
Other stories in the series:
Just For Funsies
Love For Realsies
Pillow Talksies
Over The Linesies
(…and futurefic sequel Taking Turnsies)
Read Part 2 here.
Read story from the beginning here.
Part 3
Chloe’s jaw hit the floor in shock.
Her hand flew to her mouth, and she stared with ever-widening eyes as Oliver reverently opened the box to reveal a platinum and diamond engagement ring.
He was proposing. Only seconds ago, she thought she’d lost him forever, and now he was proposing right here, complete with a ring.
…What the hell was he doing with a ring in his belt?
Everyone else seemed to wonder the same thing. They stared at her, waiting with bated breath for her reply.
“Aw, man! They’re getting married?” Bart wailed. “What the hell is going on here?”
“Shut up!” growled Dinah, AC and Victor in unison.
“I’m sorry, but this is all happening too fast for me!” he moaned.
“But not for you, I hope,” Oliver said to her with a hesitant smile. “I know I’ve pretty much ambushed you with this proposal, but I don’t see the point in waiting for another six months. So…” He held the ring out to her. “How about it, Chloe? Will you marry me?”
Five pairs of curious eyes swung in her direction and waited expectantly. She took a deep breath and knelt in front of him.
“It’s a yes,” she declared with a smile. Yes, Oliver; I’ll marry you.”
***
Oliver grinned wrapped his arms around her tightly, and the sound of cheering and applause filled her ears. He leaned back a little and reached for her left hand, then carefully slipped the ringer onto the third finger.
“It’s perfect,” he announced. “We’re engaged.”
“We’re engaged,” she mumbled in a daze. “Huh. How did that happen?”
“Oh my God, you’re actually getting married!” Dinah squealed, sounding like a girly girl for the first time in her life. “Congratulations, you guys! Oh, this is so romantic!”
“For you, maybe,” Bart mumbled sulkily.
“Oh, be nice,” Clark chided. “Chloe, Oliver - congratulations. We’re all really happy for you.”
“Thanks, man,” Oliver said, shaking his hand. “Oh, and thanks for your discretion over the last six months.”
“What?” Bart yelled. “You knew?”
Clark gulped. “Hey Bart, there’s someone I’ve been dying to introduce you to,” he said hurriedly. “Her name is Andrea, and she’s on the waiting list to join the League.”
Bart’s interest was piqued. “Is she pretty?” he asked.
Clark nodded. “Gorgeous. Latina. You’re gonna love her.”
The young man’s brows went up. “She speaks my language?”
Clark smiled. “She speaks fluent Spanish, yes.”
Bart grinned widely. “Interesting; tell me more.”
“I take it you’re over Chloe, then?” Oliver asked.
“Chloe who?” Bart says absently.
Chloe rolled her eyes. “Yep, he’s moved on. I’m strangely wounded.”
“Well, I think that’s a good thing, because if he’d objected to my marrying you, he’s that one that would have been strangely wounded - and I mean that literally.” He took her left hand and brought it to his lips. “He can be annoying, but I do like the little guy. I didn’t want to have to break his legs, y’know?”
She laughed and stared in awe at her dazzling new ring, still in shock at her new status. She was engaged. “How long have you had this?” she asked in wonder.
“Since Mumbai,” he confessed. “Right after you tried to give me permission to cheat on you.”
Her face reddened. “Oh, that. Yeah, I’m really sorry about that; I was an idiot.”
“Forgiven.” He stroked the ring on her finger and smiled wistfully. “Picked it up that very afternoon and I’ve been carrying it around ever since, just hoping and waiting for you to say what I needed to hear.”
“Oliver, that was months ago!” she exclaimed. “All this time- you should have said something! Why didn’t you tell me?”
He snorted in disbelief. “This from the girl who threw up when I told her I loved her.”
“Okay, I can see why you’d want to exercise caution,” she said grudgingly. “But we’ve come a long way since then, haven’t we?”
“A very long way,” he agreed.
Just then, Victor stepped up and rubbed his hands together.
“Okay, I’m assuming you two will want some privacy, so I’ll take the kids out to dinner,” he announced. He paused and regarded them warily. “And breakfast, and lunch, and possibly dinner again, by the look of things.”
Oliver grinned. “You’re a wise man Vic; I’ve always thought so.”
Chloe smiled and waited patiently as Oliver and Victor herded everyone out of the room. As soon as they were alone, Oliver locked the door and strode purposefully towards her, and she gave a little squeal as he swept her up in his arms and carried her towards the sofa.
“This is right where it all started, isn’t it?” she murmured.
“Mmm-hmm.” He gently lowered her to the cushions and sat on the edge of the sofa beside her. “I figured it was only fitting for us to commemorate our engagement at the very same spot.”
“Doing the very same thing, I hope?” she queried sultrily.
“All that and more, if I have my way.” He leaned forward and dropped a gentle kiss on her forehead, then stared at her in wonder. “I’m so worried that I’m going to wake up, and this will all be a cruel dream.”
“It’s no dream,” she said solemnly. “I love you, and I want to marry you.”
“And have my babies?” he asked hopefully.
She scowled. “Listen buddy, you got the I Love You and the engagement within five minutes of each other. Don’t push your luck!”
He pouted. “Fine. But somewhere along the line, I want the 2.3 kids and the little white picket fence as well; I’m just sayin’.”
“Yeah, well maybe in time we’ll get to that point; but for now…” She reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. “…this will have to do.”
He grinned. “I’ll take it.”
“I love you,” she murmured.
“Say it again,” he rasped, his eyes full of love as he gazed down at her.
She smiled up at him and burrowed her hand in his hair, then pulled his head down to hers for a kiss. “I love you, Oliver Queen,” she whispered against his lips. “I love you, and I’m all yours.”
His eyes shone. “All mine?”
Her smile widened, and she nodded. “For keepsies.”
***
The End.
Read the sequel, Up to Tricksies
***
Apologies for the re-post; the original Wordsies, Part 3 post from 9th May is no longer active (and all comments on it *sob!*). Apparently, the post disappeared during the last round of LJ!Fail, along with a few other fanfic posts of mine, and all my complaints to the Helpdesk to get it restored are falling in deaf ears, so I took the decision to re-post them.
The good news though, is that I've started readying the next installment of my Beauty in the Breakdown Series, so expect that to show up in the next week or two. :-)
Here you go (again!), and my apologies for any inconvenience!
Enjoy.
Title: Say The Wordsies
Author: BabyDee1
Pairing: Chlollie
Series: The Funsies Series
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Timeline: Post Season 9; follows Over the Linesies in the Funsies Series
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: When Chloe’s thinks she’s lost Oliver for good, she finally admits the truth.
Feedback: …makes us write more. Trufax. :)
Other stories in the series:
Just For Funsies
Love For Realsies
Pillow Talksies
Over The Linesies
(…and futurefic sequel Taking Turnsies)
Read Part 2 here.
Read story from the beginning here.
Part 3
Chloe’s jaw hit the floor in shock.
Her hand flew to her mouth, and she stared with ever-widening eyes as Oliver reverently opened the box to reveal a platinum and diamond engagement ring.
He was proposing. Only seconds ago, she thought she’d lost him forever, and now he was proposing right here, complete with a ring.
…What the hell was he doing with a ring in his belt?
Everyone else seemed to wonder the same thing. They stared at her, waiting with bated breath for her reply.
“Aw, man! They’re getting married?” Bart wailed. “What the hell is going on here?”
“Shut up!” growled Dinah, AC and Victor in unison.
“I’m sorry, but this is all happening too fast for me!” he moaned.
“But not for you, I hope,” Oliver said to her with a hesitant smile. “I know I’ve pretty much ambushed you with this proposal, but I don’t see the point in waiting for another six months. So…” He held the ring out to her. “How about it, Chloe? Will you marry me?”
Five pairs of curious eyes swung in her direction and waited expectantly. She took a deep breath and knelt in front of him.
“It’s a yes,” she declared with a smile. Yes, Oliver; I’ll marry you.”
***
Oliver grinned wrapped his arms around her tightly, and the sound of cheering and applause filled her ears. He leaned back a little and reached for her left hand, then carefully slipped the ringer onto the third finger.
“It’s perfect,” he announced. “We’re engaged.”
“We’re engaged,” she mumbled in a daze. “Huh. How did that happen?”
“Oh my God, you’re actually getting married!” Dinah squealed, sounding like a girly girl for the first time in her life. “Congratulations, you guys! Oh, this is so romantic!”
“For you, maybe,” Bart mumbled sulkily.
“Oh, be nice,” Clark chided. “Chloe, Oliver - congratulations. We’re all really happy for you.”
“Thanks, man,” Oliver said, shaking his hand. “Oh, and thanks for your discretion over the last six months.”
“What?” Bart yelled. “You knew?”
Clark gulped. “Hey Bart, there’s someone I’ve been dying to introduce you to,” he said hurriedly. “Her name is Andrea, and she’s on the waiting list to join the League.”
Bart’s interest was piqued. “Is she pretty?” he asked.
Clark nodded. “Gorgeous. Latina. You’re gonna love her.”
The young man’s brows went up. “She speaks my language?”
Clark smiled. “She speaks fluent Spanish, yes.”
Bart grinned widely. “Interesting; tell me more.”
“I take it you’re over Chloe, then?” Oliver asked.
“Chloe who?” Bart says absently.
Chloe rolled her eyes. “Yep, he’s moved on. I’m strangely wounded.”
“Well, I think that’s a good thing, because if he’d objected to my marrying you, he’s that one that would have been strangely wounded - and I mean that literally.” He took her left hand and brought it to his lips. “He can be annoying, but I do like the little guy. I didn’t want to have to break his legs, y’know?”
She laughed and stared in awe at her dazzling new ring, still in shock at her new status. She was engaged. “How long have you had this?” she asked in wonder.
“Since Mumbai,” he confessed. “Right after you tried to give me permission to cheat on you.”
Her face reddened. “Oh, that. Yeah, I’m really sorry about that; I was an idiot.”
“Forgiven.” He stroked the ring on her finger and smiled wistfully. “Picked it up that very afternoon and I’ve been carrying it around ever since, just hoping and waiting for you to say what I needed to hear.”
“Oliver, that was months ago!” she exclaimed. “All this time- you should have said something! Why didn’t you tell me?”
He snorted in disbelief. “This from the girl who threw up when I told her I loved her.”
“Okay, I can see why you’d want to exercise caution,” she said grudgingly. “But we’ve come a long way since then, haven’t we?”
“A very long way,” he agreed.
Just then, Victor stepped up and rubbed his hands together.
“Okay, I’m assuming you two will want some privacy, so I’ll take the kids out to dinner,” he announced. He paused and regarded them warily. “And breakfast, and lunch, and possibly dinner again, by the look of things.”
Oliver grinned. “You’re a wise man Vic; I’ve always thought so.”
Chloe smiled and waited patiently as Oliver and Victor herded everyone out of the room. As soon as they were alone, Oliver locked the door and strode purposefully towards her, and she gave a little squeal as he swept her up in his arms and carried her towards the sofa.
“This is right where it all started, isn’t it?” she murmured.
“Mmm-hmm.” He gently lowered her to the cushions and sat on the edge of the sofa beside her. “I figured it was only fitting for us to commemorate our engagement at the very same spot.”
“Doing the very same thing, I hope?” she queried sultrily.
“All that and more, if I have my way.” He leaned forward and dropped a gentle kiss on her forehead, then stared at her in wonder. “I’m so worried that I’m going to wake up, and this will all be a cruel dream.”
“It’s no dream,” she said solemnly. “I love you, and I want to marry you.”
“And have my babies?” he asked hopefully.
She scowled. “Listen buddy, you got the I Love You and the engagement within five minutes of each other. Don’t push your luck!”
He pouted. “Fine. But somewhere along the line, I want the 2.3 kids and the little white picket fence as well; I’m just sayin’.”
“Yeah, well maybe in time we’ll get to that point; but for now…” She reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. “…this will have to do.”
He grinned. “I’ll take it.”
“I love you,” she murmured.
“Say it again,” he rasped, his eyes full of love as he gazed down at her.
She smiled up at him and burrowed her hand in his hair, then pulled his head down to hers for a kiss. “I love you, Oliver Queen,” she whispered against his lips. “I love you, and I’m all yours.”
His eyes shone. “All mine?”
Her smile widened, and she nodded. “For keepsies.”
***
The End.
Read the sequel, Up to Tricksies
***