Fandom Imagines {Requests Open}

Arrow Oliver Queen

Imagine Oliver teaching you how to fight

"Come on Oliver, please?" You beg as you follow your boyfriend down the hall like a lost puppy.

Oliver chuckles softly. "You want me to teach you how to fight? I thought you'd want Laurel of Felicity to teach you."

"Pssh, why them when I could have my sexy boyfriend teach me?" You say before hopping on his back. "Please?" You say agin kissing his neck softly.

Oliver sighs before nodding. "Fine. First thing tomorrow meet at you new lair ((idk what else to call it sorry))."

"Yay!" You peck his neck again before hopping off him and running away.

Time Skip

You stand on the mat and begin stretching. First butterfly then lunges then splits. You were super flexible cause you used to dance.

"Glad to see you." Oliver says with a smirk as he steps into the 'ring' and gives your body a once over.

You had a grey workout tank top with matching sports bra peeking out and black spandex. "Fist to fist?" You ask snapping him out of his daze.

"You just want to get right into it?" He ask incredulously.

"Well then you can know what to teach me." You say before putting your hands above your face with a smirk on your lips.

Oliver takes the same pose and you circle each other slowly.

Side note...sorry if the fight scene makes no sense or is confusing or incorrect.

You throw a fake jab knowing Oliver would block it. You change tactics quickly and bring your other hand down and hit his back before pivoting away and staying out of his reach. He stumbles but then quickly faces you. Oliver runs at you and you smirk before running at him. You pivot to the left then using your momentum push him to the side. He stumbled and you quickly lean down and hold your forearm against his throat.

"You got moves (Y/N)." Oliver says with a smile. You flip your hair and offer him a hand.

"How about that stick thing you know so much?" You ask.

He shrugs and walks off and throws you two sticks which you catch in each hand.

"Only contact with the sticks. No foul play." Oliver says getting into a defensive position.

"Loser buys me a venti peppermint mocha from Starbucks." You say.

Oliver smirks. "If I win then you buy me beer."

"Deal."

You swing the poles around in your hand getting comfortable with them. You felt like Bobby Morse. You begin like last time slowly circling one another. He attacks first this time and you bring your right stick up to meet his and your left hits his below. You quickly continue doing this right hits left left hits right. Until you swirl away and hit his back. He falls forward and you use they to your advantage. You take your right stick and hit it to his knee making him fall. He then spins round and slaps your wrist. You mock glare and he stands up and you begin to parry back and forth. Suddenly you did a tricky maneuver and flung one stick across the room and grabbed his other wrist and held it behind his back and brought your right stick to his throat.

"I win." You say smiling.

"I thought I was supposed to teach you not you beat me up." Oliver says his eyes glancing at your lips.

"Potato potato." You say pronouncing them different each time. Your eyes at his lips.

"How did you know how to do that?" Oliver asks pressing your bodies closer.

"Na'da Par'bat." You say pressing even closer.

"Really!?"

"Of course not," you whisper, "my dad was a kick boxing teacher. Been fighting since I could walk."

Oliver smiles. "Learn something new everyday." Then connects his lips with yours.