I don't know why but there's a tiny voice in the back of my head saying that Howie is definitely part of bliss ocean, even swaying to think he could be the fourth officer.
This is mostly because somebody made a whole post about said theory (probably)
Hell, maybe I'm just spitballing
he got tired of people not doing their goddamn job
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I read your Zora fic recently and thought it was very good! Would you be willing to write a hurt/comfort or whump scenario with her, maybe?
wrote this super fast since i liked the idea so much… its not the best or most lengthy but i think its alright for my first hurt/comfort fic idfk how to write
cw: blood and stitches
You worked as a nurse at Bliss Ocean, responsible for patching up and caring for the bounty hunters after their perilous missions. Your medical office was in disarray, tools and equipment strewn across tables, and machines humming in the background. You were in the midst of tidying up when an unexpected visitor arrived.
Today was your lucky day: Zora Salazar stood before you with a deep cut on her arm, blood dripping onto the floor, staining the once-pristine tiles. Her poncho did little to contain the crimson flow.
"Jesus, are you okay?" You asked, genuine concern in your voice as you approached to inspect her wound.
Dealing with bounty hunters always made you nervous, especially someone as formidable as Zora. The reputation of these ruthless individuals and their potential use of epithets on those who crossed them weighed heavily on your mind.
"I'm fine. Can I just get a bandage or something?" Zora replied, her voice tinged with a smooth, Southern drawl.
"No, you clearly need stitches," you insisted.
"Dang it," she muttered, glancing away.
As you began to tend to her injury, you couldn't help but notice the blood pooling on the floor. With a hesitant chuckle, you looked up at Zora and remarked, "You know you're getting blood all over the floor, right?"
"Yeah, I know," she replied, somewhat nonchalantly.
She eventually sat down in a nearby chair, crossing her legs and leaning back as if she weren't bleeding profusely.
"So, how did this happen?" You inquired as you rummaged through the cupboards for gauze bandages, tape, a suture needle, and thread.
"Oh, well, things got a little heated during the mission," Zora sighed, extending her arm. "We had a run-in with some bandits. Let's just say one of them was quite the fighter."
As you worked, you assured her, "It might sting a bit, like a pinch."
"Fine," she replied.
As you stitched her wound, Zora winced in pain. For a moment, your eyes met, and a connection sparked.
"You know, I haven't seen you around here before. What's your name, hun?" Zora asked.
"It's Y/N," you replied.
"Y/N," she repeated, the name rolling off her tongue smoothly. "Have I heard of you before?"
"I used to be a bounty hunter myself before I decided to take on this nursing role," you explained.
Zora smiled, brushing a stray hair from your face. A blush crept onto your cheeks.
"What's that for?" you asked.
"Just felt like it," she said.
With the stitches complete, you wrapped her arm in gauze and taped it securely.
"All better," you declared.
Zora examined her bandaged wound with a curious expression. She then reached over, ruffling your hair, and both of you shared a laugh.
As the laughter subsided, Zora's gaze softened. "You know, I usually take care of myself, but having you around wouldn't hurt."
You were taken aback by her statement but responded with a smile. "Yeah, just don't get into more trouble during your work."
She leaned against the doorframe with a smirk. "Maybe I will. Who knows?"
With that, Zora left the office, leaving you with a feeling that this encounter was only the beginning of more interesting interactions to come.
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