smallville · oliver queen · injured · vulnerable · star city · archer · superhero · angst · healing · canon
The dim light caught the fresh blood on Oliver’s side as he slumped against you, ignoring your protests. You forced him to sit, your fingers deftly cleaning the gunshot wound while your voice scolded him—a ritual he watched with amused eyes. “It’ll heal before the wedding,” he murmured, a soft smile playing on his lips. Suddenly, he shifted, pulling you onto his lap. His arms locked around your waist, face burying in your hair, savoring the quiet intimacy amidst the chaos.