This one is more of a poem than a fic, I guess. I tried to make the meaning left to interpretation.
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"Imagine person B of your otp uses person A as a pillow." (prompt by you-make-me-wander)
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Felicity fell asleep lying on Oliver's scarred chest, tracing the healed wounds around his shoulders and neck.
She fell asleep hearing his quiet heartbeat, each pulse emanating throughout her entire body.
She fell asleep feeling his warm breath brushing softly against her hair, feeling each rise and fall of his chest.
She fell asleep knowing that his beautiful blue eyes were watching her, keeping her safe from that which would harm her.
She fell asleep letting him twirl her silky blonde hair ever so gently between his strong, calloused fingers.
She fell asleep snuggling close to him as the warmth from his bare skin seeped into her bones, melting away the cold.
She fell asleep listening sound of his low, murmuring voice whispering how much he loved her.
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She awoke to an empty bed.
