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Something so soft about being the friend that is always low-key about illness. At least when it's mild.
The friend who will come to the meet-up, who doesn't cancel. But is just sort of... there. Rosey-cheeked, a bit spacey... Sniffling quietly. The coughs are small and polite. Nose-blows are rare and super gentle. She always turns away to do it.
She doesn't deny that she's ill but she doesn't complain at all. She's just a bit more vulnerable than usually. Not as chatty. Prefers to listen. Kind of wants a cuddle but keeps her distance to keep everyone else healthy.
Blows gently onto the hot tea in her mug so the steam can loosen her congestion. Sleeves pulled down over her hands because she's chilly. Gives a tired, affectionate smile when one of her friends asks how she's holding up and says "I'm fine, don't worry."
#soooo cute in others#and makes me so happy when i get to be that cute person#snz#whump#mild whump#sickfic#sicknarios#sicknario#fever kink#illness kink#coldfucker
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"A Warrior's Blade"
Link was eight when he met the spirit of the Master Sword.
Fi still remembered the last time too-small hands held her... She swore she would not let this one fail and die too. She would teach him to be an unstoppable force.
Only... maybe a traumatized sword who was taught that emotions were useless and that all dangers were to be eliminated wasn't the best option to raise a child told from a young age he would be tasked with protecting the goddesses bloodline.
Febuwhump 2024 | Alt Prompt 4: Human Weapon
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Warnings: Mild cursing
Link was eight years old when he found his uncle guardian bleeding out in the sewers, was given a sword and shield far too big for his arm and hand, and told to save the princess.
Link was eight years old when he met Fi, the kind spirit of the Master Sword, who took one look at him and promised him that she would ensure that he will be strong enough to kill Ganon and save the princess. That promise was everything to Link, Zelda had asked him in a dream to save her and he had to, he had to. Something in his blood thrummed and he knew that it was his duty to protect the girl, even if she was two years his senior. Fi would tell him that she couldn't do that, however, unless he reforged her. She was weakened, her metal rusted and dull from centuries left soaked in the blood of her last wielder.
Fi told him about the boy who wielded her before, that he had died, how Ganon had crushed the boy, how his tusks had tore open the boy's stomach, how Fi had been driven into his chest and pierced his heart. Fi explained in graphic detail, and Link asked if the same would happen to him.
"If it does, would you still try and fight him?"
Link had nodded. "I would... I have to. Nobody else will."
"Then as long as you do as I tell you, then no, it won't."
Link was ten when his anger got Din captured and Fi told him to never let himself get emotional during battle.
He was ten when he met a dodongo that didn't immediately try to kill him, it was young and nice and Link thought it was a friend. Fi reminded him that monsters were monsters. Despite the way Dimitri the dodongo begged, Link killed it.
He was eleven when he let his guard down and had a bit of fun with Sir Raven, only for an attack to strike and he was caught off guard enough that Roperi was almost hurt. Fi told him to never let his guard down.
He was fourteen when he was wrecked on an island, met Marin, fell in love with her and lost her when he woke the Wind Fish. After he told Fi, she told him that emotions like that would only be a detriment and he shouldn't allow it to happen again.
He was fifteen when Fi told him he was doing well, right after he killed Octavo--who had begged for clemency and insisted he had tried to kill Ganon--without an ounce of remorse or hesitation, just a notice that Octavo was a threat and he eliminated him.
Link was nineteen when he met the heroes of times past and future.
Fi hadn't said much the past four years, she only spoke three times and it was, in moments of weakness, to remind him to keep his emotions in check, never to let his guard down, and to eliminate whatever threats he was met with, even if it didn't act like other threats.
He almost killed the other heroes on sight when he ran into the group of highly armed men, especially the one with thick darkness around him, but Fi had stopped him with a word. They were heroes, her other masters, he was to never do them harm.
Twilight was a bit concerned.
Since this whole time travel thing started, he had gotten to know his fellow heroes. He got to know Wild, who he would see again even when this all ended. He even got to meet the hero of time, his predecessor and ancestor.
It was incredible, and sure, some of the heroes weren't... what he would've expected as heroes. A pompous knight, a soft and kindhearted woodcarver, two literal children who also were the ones most prone to cursing, and an almost child who was incredibly paranoid and definitely scared of blood.
But the oddest one was the cold and quiet adventuring veteran. Just overall, Legend was sharp, dismissive, and incredibly distant. He didn't talk with them, didn't get to know them beyond their names and skill sets, didn't seem to care at all. He never let his guard down, even in inns or the castle, Warriors had tried to tease him for it all but Legend's quick response was a far sharper jab that necessary for the tease Warriors had given. Wind would try to chat with him, and Legend seemed to listen, but he never actually engaged in conversation.
At least, at first that's how it was. As time went on, Twilight learned that Warriors was so obsessed with his appearance out of a fear of being judged and looked down on, of being unworthy of his station and not as 'noble' as he was expected to be. He learned that Sky could be a vicious fighter and protector, he was the first one to step up and face off a horde of monsters alone. Wind and Four were both incredibly emotionally intelligent, Wind was also very good at calculating their location and once he had a map he could get them anywhere, then Four was just intelligent on the overall, he would provide rationale and the pragmatic approach. Then Hyrule turned out to be a total powerhouse with his magic, and his fear of blood stemmed from a curse being placed on his own blood, he was also the only one who willingly stuffed his hand into a gaping wound to slow the bleeding.
Legend took the longest to figure out. Slowly, even slower than Hyrule who won their unofficial bet of "most paranoid", Legend relaxed around them. He eventually would tease Warriors, throw insults as easily as he turned on his heel, which turned out to be very quickly because he ended up telling them about how he had been a dancer for a bit! He told them a few stories rather unrelated to his quests, talked about people they reminded him of. Twilight could see Legend grow protective over Hyrule and Wind, watched him almost turn to Sky in search of approval.
It was odd, how much his personality just changed.
Then after a particularly bad battle, it flipped again.
Twilight took some time to get all the details. Legend had been fighting with Wild when a monster--nobody could agree on what, a daira, moblin, or lizalfos--had tried to attack Legend. Legend had been distracted by Wind's yelp when he barely dodged a flaming ball sent by a Wizzrobe, and Wild shoved him out of the way. Wild was fine now, but he had needed a fairy.
Twilight didn't know what it was, but Legend hadn't let go of his sword, staring down at it with a small frown, eyebrows knit, and pain in his eyes. Then it was like a switch was flipped and his expression mellowed out and went blank.
It had been two weeks since, and Legend hadn't let his guard down once, he hadn't indulged Wind with stories, hadn't chided Wild gently over his form, hadn't argued jokingly with Warriors, he was just cold and sharp all over again.
Twilight was worried. What caused the... relapse?
They found the Shadow.
After a long battle with a lot of running, Legend managed to get the Shadow at the other end of his blade. Hyrule and Wild behind him and moving quickly to join him. The rest were either injured or stayed behind with the injured, and were hallways or rooms behind them.
Legend moved to kill.
"Wait!" The Shadow--a Dark Link--exclaimed. "You wouldn't want to do that."
Legend did pause, only because he sensed dark magic flare behind him and a brief glance showed Wild stumbling back.
"Kill me and I kill them both."
Hyrule yelped as Wild--eyes blazing black--lunged at the other hero. The traveler barely deflected the first attack.
"Champion! Snap out of it!"
Legend internally cursed. The Shadow was still at his mercy, his sword at his throat, but he could feel the magic in the room. He may be fast with a blade, but the Shadow would have plenty of time to snap the cords that kept Wild alive, dark magic was powerful like that. It only really required intent once the power backed it up.
If he made on wrong move, Wild would be dead. But if he didn't move, Hyrule would die.
Except, the Shadow was a threat, it was the threat and the entire timeline hung in the balance. He had to kill it.
The Shadow grinned at him, its face uncannily like Wind's at the moment. "Let me go, and I'll let them live."
In a moment of weakness, Legend found himself saying, "Let them go permanently, and we can have this fight to ourselves another day."
He wasn't supposed to spare the enemy, under any circumstances with the sole exception of the goddess' blood being in the balance. He served the goddess, he protected her daughters, he didn't spare the greatest threat Hyrule has yet faced for the sake of some of her heroes.
But... he didn't want them to get hurt.
"Only you?" The Shadow countered.
"Wild, please!" Hyrule begged. Legend knew Wild would win their spars on a normal day, if Hyrule was holding back and Wild wasn't, there was no doubt of who would win.
Then everything froze.
"Have you forgotten what I have taught you?" Fi questioned, crystalline face somehow conveying her disappointment.
"F-Fi--"
"Have you forgotten to turn off your heart, this is not you." She shook her head. "I see you changing from how I've designed you."
Link clenched his jaw, staring at the immobile form of the Shadow.
"Have you forgotten your purpose? Let me remind you."
Memories slammed into his mind, the dozen times he went against Fi's guidance and how every single time it failed. His battles with Ganon, with Veran and Onyx, with Agahnim and Yuga, the Wind Fish, Lady Maud, Octavo-- His duty was protecting Hyrule, the goddesses bloodline, and her people. Not some heroes.
"Don’t forget that you’re a hero of a very special kind," Fi warned him. "You are the legendary hero, the greatest of them all. Don’t disappoint me."
Link didn't respond. When time clicked back into place, he met those eyes but heard Hyrule begging Wild to come back, to snap out of it.
He's still a threat until he's dead, Fi reminded him. Finish it.
No. "Only me," Legend told the Shadow.
No?
He would not let the other heroes be killed. Not on his watch.
"Not even that sword?" The Shadow challenged.
"No other spirit or soul will interfere in our fight--From either side. Deal?"
The Shadow grinned. "Deal."
Legend lowered his blade and The Shadow ran. Wild fell like a puppet with his strings cut.
He felt Fi pulse. She was upset.
He resigned himself to burned hands until the quest was over.
"That was reckless."
I know.
"You were too sentimental."
Yes.
"That is not a teaching of mine." Fi hovered before him, he had slipped away from the group in the aftermath at Fi's order and she stood there to lecture him. Like every other time he screwed up and wasn't her perfect little hero. "You've grown too soft, your dead friends will attest."
"They--"
"Put your emotions aside," she snapped. "You’re the legend, meant to teach the rest! I don’t know where I went wrong, but I warned you."
"You wanted me to get them killed!" He argued.
"In time, they'll all be gone."
"But this way I can fight him!"
"You need to learn your place."
"I can kill him without anyone else interfering!"
"Without me you won't be able to."
"I will keep my word. A fight alone and I'll win," he insisted.
She narrowed her eyes at him. "You forget. You are mine."
He froze. Her crystal cracked as she drew close, no longer hiding herself.
"Listen close. In this fight, you will not disappoint me. You won't waste the time I've spent molding and designing you into a proper hero. Consider this my final warning."
He looked down, clenching his hand into a fist. "You don't own me."
She startled.
"Why are you surprised? We are the same. Used, broken, and doing our best, but unlike you, every time I screw up, I fix it myself while you put it on a child to mend."
"You’ll be killed."
"Get out of my head now."
"There is a 0% chance you'll succeed."
"I'll control my own life."
She floated back. "What a waste of energy spent."
"At least I'm out here fighting for my goddess," he retorted. "While you forged someone else into the weapon."
"Since you claim you’re so much better, why have I saved your life time and time again?"
"Leave me alone!"
They both went silent, Legend panting and shaking. He didn't know what he was doing, he didn't, but all he knew was that... damnit, he just wanted to be himself. He had that for a while there, he hadn't realized it at the time but then he realized he had been happy... He just wanted that, but he didn't want to lose Fi.
"One day, you'll hear what I'm saying. One day, you may understand. One day... but not today, for after all you’re still human."
Legend flinched, then he forced out a shaky, "Leave."
She did not respond for a long moment. "Yes, Master."
She disappeared into her sword. Legend could feel her spirit go dormant.
He closed his eyes, dropped the blade, and released a shaky breath... He just wanted to be himself with these heroes, he wanted to know them, to protect them... so why did it suddenly feel like nothing mattered at all? Not the heroes, not their safety, nor who he was.
Why was he so broken?
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💊 Forced to swallow pills and/or ⛺️ Field medicine for Ezra!
TW: pills, chronic pain, carewhumper, pet whumpee
Note: I completely forgot this was in my drafts. Here, have some Ezra acting like me on my bad days.
"You have to take some damn pain medication," Christopher said, in that fatherly sort of tone Ezra both loved and hated. "You've been complaining about being in agony all day. Now please, take the ibuprofen."
"If I take one more pill, I'm going to retch," Ezra complained, refusing to look at the bottle of little red pills. "Just thinking about it makes me nauseas."
His body ached in defiance, the muscles in his back spasming around his spine and his feet on the verge of falling asleep. He seemed incapable of keeping good posture, always slouching or stretching, his head tucked or thrown back in frustration.
"I can crush the pills up and put them in some food, if you would prefer," Christopher offered. "But this is non-negotiable"
"That would just make it worse. I've dealt with this stupid pain for years, sir. I don't need meds. I need to drink water and take a nap."
"I am not opposed to either of those treatments. You can lay down after you've taken ibuprofen. I don't know why you're being so defiant."
Ezra felt the last statement like a slap across the face. How he hated to inconvenience or annoy anyone, least of all someone he cared about.
He mutely took the bottle of pills from Christopher. Childproof caps infuriated him to no end, but he eventually got it open and shook two out in his hand.
Taking medications had always been repulsive. He had gotten pills stuck in his throat one too many times to feel entirely comfortable about it. But after downing them with a glass of water, he decided he had put up too much of a fuss for how quickly it was over.
"Thank you," Christopher said. "Now, my dear Ezra, I do think you should lay down. Try to sleep on your back to keep your spine in better alignment."
"Yes sir." Ezra stretched again, everything in his spine and shoulders popping at once. He wished it would stop doing that. "G'night."
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The Agent and the Fireman, Part 15
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Deeks managed to get his arms in front of him before he hit the ground, saving his face from a face full of gravel but the impact drove all the air from his lungs with a painful whoosh. He couldn’t hear anything past the ringing in his ears.
The weight on his back lifted, making it slightly easier to breathe.
“Deeks. Deeks, are you ok?” Kensi demanded from above him, her voice tinny and faint. He rolled over with a groan, pressing a hand to his chest. Kensi leaned over him, her eyes wild with concern as she grabbed his shoulders.
“Ye—” His response was interrupted by a grating cough, that crackled up his throat. “Yeah, I’m ok.” His ears were still ringing slightly and it felt like the entire building had landed on his chest, but he was alive. “Yeah. Your cheek.”
He reached up where a thin line of blood streaked down from her cheek bone to her jaw.
“I’m fine,” she insisted. “You’re looking a little rough though.”
Beside them, Callen and Sam were getting to their feet. “Everybody ok?” Sam asked, his voice raspy. He pressed his finger to his ear. “Castor, you clear?”
Once Sam ascertained there weren’t any casualties, Kensi offered Deeks a hand, and he stood, shaking shrapnel from his hair. Now that the initial shock was over, he felt the sting of little cuts along his exposed skin.
Billows of smoke poured from the partially demolished factory, flames flickering from where the roof once was. It had already created a dark cloud around them, bits of debris still lingering in the air.
“We need to get farther away in case there’s a secondary explosion,” he warned. “We have no idea what might be stored in there.”
“As soon as we secure the area. The bomb squad is on the way, but it might be too unstable for them to safely get close enough to check,” Callen said, leading them back across the street. “The second team’s making sure there aren’t any civilians we missed.”
Deeks eyed the building nervously; it was one thing when he entered a burning structure with protective gear and the training to recognize a worthwhile risk. An NCIS Agent with only a bullet proof vest and rifles against possible blazing fire was an entirely different story.
Callen, and Kensi had started rooting around the nearby alleyway, and he could see Sam sizing up the the main entryway.
Hey, everyone needs to get back,” Deeks repeated, taking on an authoritative tone. He saw both Sam and Callen turn to him in surprise. He didn’t give them time to object again. “You may be lead in this case, but I know fire better than any of you.” The sounds of sirens signaling the approach of trucks and squad cars reached them. “Let us check it out before you go running in.”
He expected more pushback, a reminder about their federal status, but Sam looked more impressed than anything, and Callen relented with a nod.
“Ok, we’ll follow your lead then.”
They moved towards the adjacent building as a group, the other team of agents led by Agent Castor joining them after a minute.
“Don’t you think it’s a little hypocritical of you to preach caution after some of the stunts you’ve pulled?” Kensi asked once they were at a safer distance.
“Probably,” Deeks agreed. “I’ve seen some nasty things with fire over the years. It sneaks up on people. Besides, I know you guys like to bend protocol. Do you not approve?”
“Actually, I thought it was…very attractive,” Kensi replied with a sly grin. “I always do when you stand up to us like that.”
“Ooh, interesting.”
The arrival of emergency vehicles ended their conversation, and Deeks headed off to grab an extra set of gear and assist with the fire while the others coordinated securing the scene.
“Be careful!” Kensi called after him.
He lost track of her in the melee of it all. First, they let the bomb squad analyze the remains for further signs of explosive devices before taking over. Since most of the outer infrastructure was concrete, it didn’t take long to extinguish the remaining fire.
Deeks and a fire investigator did a walk through to ensure it would be safe for further investigation. When they were finished, he sought out Kensi, Sam, and Callen again.
“Did you find anything?” Callen asked.
“Whatever might have been there is long gone,” Deeks answered Callen’s question grimly. With a frustrated sigh, he tugged his safety helmet off, ruffling his matted hair. “The interior is completely gutted aside from anything metal or stone-based. We were so close.”
“Hey, we’ve closed down one of his avenues,” Kensi pointed out. “Eventually, he’s going to run out of places to hide.”
“Well, we still have his mother at—”
Deeks held up a hand, interrupting Sam mid-sentence. “How many officers did LAPD send?”
“Nine,” Kensi responded instantly. “Why?”
“Because now there’s 10. Guy at your 6 o’clock.” While keeping his body and head oriented towards Kensi, he watched the man lingering near the caution tape. “He’s got a clipboard, and appears to be collecting evidence, but the fit of his vest is a little off, and he’s about McHenry’s height.”
“You’re sure?”
Kensi shifted her body so she was facing Callen, and snuck a discreet glance beyond him.
Deeks inclined his head. “I can’t be positive, but he hasn’t gotten within three yards of anyone else and we know he’s returned to at least one scene previously.” He brushed Kensi’s shoulder in warning as the man turned around, and she hastily looked away.
Callen slowly scanned the entire area, pausing in the direction Deeks had indicated for a few extra seconds. “Ok, don’t make any fast moves, we’ll try to get close enough to him without making him suspicious. Keep an eye on him while we get reinforcements.”
Callen and Sam took off towards the lead LAPD officer.
“Too late,” Kensi growled a minute later. “He’s on the move.”
Sure enough, the man had started walking in the opposite direction, heading away from the man road and building.
Kensi put a hand on Deeks’ arm as he started to pursue. “Wait, where are you going?”
“You really want him to get away again?”
Kensi considered his question for a few seconds, and then dropped her hand, letting out another growl. “C’mon,” she said, which was all the encouragement Deeks needed to break into a run, Kensi easily keeping pace with him.
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A/N: Ooh, look at that, we’re getting closer! I hope you’re still enjoying this story, fireman Deeks, and all the many liberties I take with fire protocol.
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overstimulation. just enough to keep them on edge. a little too much sound with the way their clothes sit a little too close to their throat, a squeaky chair and a flickering light, always just a bit too much.
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the shiny
Part six of 212th Medic Skull Has Had Enough on ao3
Part one | Part two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five
Summary:
Waxer knew something Cody really did not need him to know.
Cody glanced toward the table of shinies who watched on, which was strange enough in itself. He eyed the men sitting at the table, trying to determine if he knew any of them.
Splint. There was one shiny with streaks of dried mud running across his chest plate, and his eyes locked with Cody’s for just a second too long. His face turned red.
Word Count: 3,707
Cody found himself pacing a lot these days. He had always been one to move while thinking, but he had never had to do quite so much thinking.
And it wasn’t even about the war, for Force-sake.
He walked back and forth between the walls of his quarters, sock covered feet sliding across the floor and a hand resting on his stubbly chin. Obi-Wan is really rubbing off on me, he thought, bringing his hand back down to his side and grumbling under his breath.
The man in question was the reason behind the pacing to begin with.
The forest planet Cody had left behind with his blaster wounds had proven to be a win for the Republic, but it had taken a few days longer than General Skywalker had initially predicted. Cody had already endured a long bacta submersion and a few days of bed rest before Obi-Wan, looking bedraggled to say the least, had sent him a holo message saying he would be returning to the Negotiator the next day.
Cody had been relieved, but it was 0600, nearly time for dinner hours at the mess hall, and Obi-Wan had yet to return.
Momentarily, Cody considered that he might have gone to his own quarters, but that was unlikely– they had a routine for these things to avoid suspicion.
So Cody paced, eyes locking occasionally over the still tender flesh covered in bacta paste on his chest as he passed by the mirror.
By 0700, he was hungry, stomach itching for something other than a ration bar; he had been eating them out of his room while on bed rest and after nine of them, even a hot plate of gruel started to sound appetizing,
Cody pulled on a shirt, hoping it wouldn’t wipe away the bacta on his chest, and pulled on his boots over his blacks. He looked at his comlink where it was still attached to his vambrace, hoping maybe Obi-Wan had thought to message him, but no such luck. Cody sighed, trying to keep his mind clear. The clean-up process of removing troopers from any planet usually took longer than anticipated, even if it was Cody’s men who he had always known to prioritize efficiency.
Slipping his comlink into his pocket, Cody started toward the mess, only stopping to look down the hall where Obi-Wan’s quarters were, just in case. No such luck.
To Cody’s surprise, through the corridors of the mess hall, there was a smattering of blue and orange paint on still dirt coated armor. While normally he would be happy to see the majority of his troopers had returned, there was no man dressed in flowing tan robes, and certainly no flash of Auburn hair sticking out just above the tops of his brothers’ heads.
Cody’s heart pounded in his chest as he briskly walked toward Waxer who was gesticulating wildly to a group of young looking troopers– Waxer always did like to show off to shinies.
“Waxer! Join me over here.” Cody called out, his commanding tone surprising him as he approached the worried looking bunch of new troopers with freshly painted armor.
“I’ll have to finish this later boys. Don’t eat too much of this shit-paste; won’t feel so good on the way back out.” Waxer offered the crowd of them a cheeky smile and momentarily basked in the roar of laughs that followed him from the table.
Cody found it supremely less than funny in the wake of Obi-Wan’s unexplained absence.
“You’re too funny; laughable really.” Cody deadpanned as Waxer approached his side, his muck-covered bucket curled under his arm.
“I know, I am an expert Cody.” Waxer offered, humble as always.
Cody chose to ignore the comment and shook his head. “When did you return?” He asked, voice hard and words pointed.
“A couple hours ago at least; had to unpack the ships for cleaning. Mud everywhere.” Waxer shrugged, then adjusted his bucket in his arms looking slightly less amused when Cody growled in frustration.
“And where is the General? I have been expecting to meet him for a debrief.” Cody said evenly, attempting to keep his own worry from coating his tone.
Strangely, Waxer’s eyebrows rose.
It was seemingly unintentional, however, because just as soon as Waxer noticed the look on his face, he schooled his features and hid his oddly smug looking smirk. Cody was intrigued. “Last I saw he was in the hangar… didn’t say anything about a debrief.”
What in the hells? Why did that matter?
Waxer looked amused again, shit-eating grin only on his face for a second.
Cody looked at him for a moment, mentally exploring the possibility that this was just a Waxer-thing, being strangely cryptic in a situation that didn’t really require it. Yet, there was something telling Cody that this time, Waxer knew something Cody really did not need him to know .
Cody glanced toward the table of shinies who watched on, which was strange enough in itself. He eyed the men sitting at the table, trying to determine if he knew any of them.
Splint . There was one shiny with streaks of dried mud running across his chest plate, and his eyes locked with Cody’s for just a second too long. His face turned red.
Cody had been on a heavy dose of painkillers, and his memory was more than a little foggy, but he remembered that shin; a new medic for the 212th.
And if Waxer had anything to do with it, he had grilled the shiny to death for any known piece of information he could spill.
Cody tore his eyes away from Splint, noticing out of the corner of his eye that the shiny immediately stood to relieve himself from the mess hall. The Commander turned his gaze toward Waxer who offered a sardonic, yet pleasant smile.
“So if you weren’t meeting for a debrief , Cody, what were you and the General planning to do? ” Waxer didn’t say the words so loud as to tell the whole mess hall, but loud enough that Cody wished he could melt away in his spot, never to be seen again. A few nearby troopers turned their heads in curiosity.
“It’s a debrief, Waxer .” Cody gritted out thickly, voice low, “Which, matter-of-fact , he wouldn’t have bothered to tell you personally about.”
Waxer shrugged, then adjusted his helmet again, “You’re right, Commander. Let me know how that debrief goes; I’d love to hear about all the details. ”With that, Waxer turned on his heel, heading back to get another tray of slop.
Cody was not hungry anymore. Not with the way his stomach churned and his heart beat too quickly behind the walls of his chest. Cody turned around himself, heading in the opposite direction out of the mess hall and toward the hangar where Waxer had last seen Obi-Wan.
Stares followed him out.
“It’s barely a scratch.”
Of course it is. Skull let out a large huff of air, hands very tenderly touching the General’s mangled vambrace.
They had managed to get back to the Negotiator in one piece, all due to some lengthy negotiations on Kenobi’s part when it came to the Separatists’ surrender. Skull had thought the General had gotten out unscathed from the whole affair, but a quick glance at him in the hangar bay said otherwise.
What Kenobi had so conveniently failed to tell him, was that his arm had been pinned– borderline crushed – underneath the weight of a deactivated droid after the negotiations were complete. Skull still didn’t quite understand the whole story, but it sounded like Kenobi had been a di’kut during the clean-up.
“General, the metal is quite literally stuck in your skin.” Skull said, examining the way the metal curled inward, blood soaking the sharp edges that stuck out.
“It doesn’t hurt.” Kenobi tried, looking worse for wear when Skull looked him in the eye.
“That would be the impending nerve damage, Sir.” He stated blandly, watching Kenobi resign himself to the fact that he wouldn’t be going anywhere but Skull’s medbay until it was taken care of. “Medbay, let’s go.” Skull reiterated, just for good measure, and motioned to Oxy that he was on his way out.
They walked slower than usual, Kenobi trailing him by just a fraction. The man was clearly exhausted; he had gone two days without sleep, and much longer than that on very little of it. Skull knew Cody’s injuries had been another distraction from rest; Kenobi had been pacing endlessly while on the transport back to the Negotiator rather than sleeping like he should have been.
Skull empathized. He was tired too from so many days working late into the evening.
They arrived to a clean and well-organized medbay. Another shiny, Moons, had watched over things in Skull’s absence, but Skull had called him off duty as soon as they had made it back to the Negotiator.
Like usual, Kenobi stood awkwardly in the reception area, staring at the beds like he needed permission to sit down.
Skull chose to ignore the dirt that shook off of Kenobi’s tunic as he sat.
“Any bed, Sir.” Skull said mildly as he began to strip off his armor. With no other way to lug it around, he had been forced to wear the muddy pieces of plastoid until they were back on board. Kenobi muttered something like an agreement and picked the closest bed, only committing to sit on it, rather than lay down.
Once Skull had managed to strip himself of his soiled armor, he pulled out a kit of supplies from one of the large cabinets and began to unload it onto the tray situated by the side of the bed.
“You know,” He said as he tried to pick out the best tool to grind through the metal of the vambrace, “Between you and the Commander, this has been quite the mission. I’m banning you both from getting hurt for the next two weeks. I’ve had enough.” He tried to smile with the jab, but Kenobi looked suddenly alarmed.
He glanced down, panicked, looking at the side of his vambrace. “I didn’t tell Cody– my comlink is… broken.”
Sure enough, upon inspection, Kenobi’s comlink was smashed, so much so that no repair would be enough to fix it.
“Sorry General,” Skull offered as he began to cut through the top of the metal. “Did you need to speak with Cody?” He asked curiously, trying not to pry as he focused on sawing through the metal without puncturing Kenobi’s skin any further.
“Oh– erm, no. No. I’m sure someone will inform him we have arrived.” Kenobi didn’t sound so sure, but Skull wasn’t about to question him. He would just have to assume the Commander would be rolling into the medbay, nearly feral , demanding he know why the General did not personally contact him about his whereabouts. Just normal army behavior, keeping exclusive tabs on your commanding officer.
For several minutes Skull and Kenobi sat in silence, the occasional hiss coming from the Jedi as Skull peeled away the pieces of metal and plastoid that had pierced his skin. Blood dripped onto Kenobi’s pale skin, making the small puncture wounds look far worse than they were.
Kenobi seemed comfortable with the silence, but kept eyeing the doorway like he knew Cody would barrel through the door at any moment.
Jedi-osik, Skull thought as he swiveled to find numbing ointment and a stitching kit to put a couple of stitches in one of the deeper cuts left in his skin.
Like Kenobi predicted with his numerous glances, Cody arrived the second Skull turned his back.
Skull heard Cody’s purposeful stomps across the medbay and Kenobi was already standing, leaving a coating of dirt where he was sitting on the medical bed.
“You look… better.” The General said as Cody approached. The man in question, unsurprising to Skull, looked exasperating but he kept his face completely under control. Though, the tension in his jawline was an easy giveaway.
“You didn’t notify me when you arrived, General . We were supposed to have a debrief meeting.” Cody reminded the General, words as icy as his eyes. His face softened when he noticed the nearly dried blood on Kenobi’s arm where Skull had left it.
“It’s fine, just a few scrapes.” Kenobi reiterated immediately when Cody stepped closer, hands pulling the Jedi’s arm close for inspection.
“No, ” Skull corrected dutifully, “Scrapes don’t require stitches, Sir.” Skull wiped away the dried blood and focused on preparing everything he needed to get the wound sewn up. The less time he had to spend in the middle of their little domestic, the better.
“What happened?” Cody said tightly with a layer of panic hidden somewhere inside the words. He watched skeptically as Skull began stitching up the wound.
“My vambrace was damaged– I’m sorry, I meant to communicate with you earlier.” Kenobi was always needlessly polite, but this time the words seemed to be uttered with genuine remorse. He watched Cody with seemingly watery eyes.
Skull ignored the brush of Cody’s hand over Kenobi’s shoulder and the soft hum the Jedi made in return.
“It’s– It is fine.” Cody said, blunt but not void of empathy. Then he turned slightly, arms folded over his chest as he stared expectantly in Skull’s direction. The medic chose to ignore his gaze for another moment as he tied off the last of three small stitches.
What was he on about?
“Yes, Cody?” He asked, hoping his own irritation would show through.
“Your Shiny.” Cody said blandly, unblinking.
Of course . Skull could already sense where the conversation was headed. Sure, he had told Splint to keep his mouth shut, but Cody’s boys– mostly Waxer, really– were rough on newbies. Waxer could make a shiny falsify the entire plot of their life if it meant he could pull out a morsel of new gossip to spread amongst the ranks.
Skull sighed and reached for more bacta to slather over the wound on Kenobi’s wrist. “Splint– what about him?”
“Did he treat me?” Cody asked, but clearly already seemed to know the answer. He hadn’t been unconscious and loopy the entire time they had dragged him through the forest.
“I didn’t think you were fully unaware, Commander. Yes– he was.” Skull answered, finally wrapping a bandage around Kenobi’s wrist. Kenobi responded with a gentle hiss as Skull pulled it tight and whispered out a gentle sorry .
“He seems to have a lot to say about confidential medical information in the mess hall today.” Cody gritted out, completely unamused and not bothering to stop his voice from rising above a normal speaking level. He was red in the face in some mix of anger and embarrassment, much to Skull’s internal enjoyment.
For a Commander in the GAR, constantly in the midst of every stressful event known to man, he seemed to be so easy to rile up when it came to Kenobi. The General was his weakness, his breaking point, it seemed. Skull, for one, thought that made Cody… more likable.
“Splint is a well-trained medic, Cody. I don’t think the information he has been talking about is in relation to medical matters.” Skull said, hiding his smirk as Kenobi stood again and sheepishly and took Cody’s arm. He looked like he wanted to intervene and end the conversation, but Cody pressed ahead, speaking before Kenobi had a chance to get a single word in.
“It’s– you know rumors spread in the ranks easily. Didn’t you say something to him?” Cody’s comeback was impressively poor.
Skull laughed and shook his head, “No? What exactly would I tell him not to talk about? The two of you have insisted there is nothing between you. Not to mention, your Waxer is almost certainly the real culprit.” Cody almost became more red and looked like he might either scream or cry, or both, really.
Strange , but not unexpected.
Kenobi, in stark contrast, looked mildly concerned. “Cody?” He asked the Commander, voice smaller than usual. Cody ripped his eyes away from Skull’s. “I think Skull knows.”
Obviously .
There was a long pause, and Cody’s eyes asked for Kenobi’s approval, like he needed the reassurance of the General to finally fucking admit it.
“... fine.” Cody bit out. It was less of an admission, and more of a forcible agreement to not deny it anymore.
Whatever it was, Skull liked it more than he cared to admit.
“Well, now that we have that settled, how about you go talk to Waxer and I’ll give Splint a piece of my mind later.” Skull offered as he washed his hands. When he turned back, he found that Kenobi had stood to wrap an arm around Cody’s middle who held his face in his hands.
“That will just make it worse.” Cody groaned. “Let’s just… pretend it never happened.”
Skull scoffed at that, there was no possibility that it would be brushed off as just a rumor, not if any of the vode noticed Cody was missing from the barracks.
Not if Cody was constantly glued to his General’s side and especially not if the kriffing hand-holding and affectionate eye-contact persisted.
Nevertheless, Skull agreed. “Whatever you want, Commander.”
Cody offered little more than a side-eyed glance as he led the General through the doors of the medbay.
Skull let himself chuckle as he cleaned up his work area. Cody, like any good leader, clearly cared about how he was perceived, but he was far too concerned with how his brothers would react to the news. Skull would put money on it that the troopers had already started betting on the odds of whether the rumor was true or not.
“Cody looks kriffing pissed! ” Skull’s heart jumped before he turned to find Oxy strutting through the medbay, his own muddy armor cradled in his arms.
“My bad.” Skull said with a shrug and Oxy barked out a laugh as he deposited his chestplate in the sink, already reaching for the soap.
“Waxer already has Rocki posted at the entrance of the barracks tonight to see if Cody and the General show up together.”
Knew it.
Cody was not an angry person. He prided himself on how level-headed he could approach even the worst situation.
But this?
It was hard to avoid anger when Obi-Wan was involved. Not because of him of course, because of how easily he could get hurt .
Obi-Wan was unlike Cody’s brothers, the only other people Cody had spent his entire life with. He was a beacon of reason and logic, but he was also sensitive, never afraid to bring an ounce of empathy where Cody thought there should be none. Hells, Obi-Wan would regularly sacrifice himself, without a second thought, for someone he had met only moments early.
For all of those reasons, Cody’s inherent, and undeniably effective urge to protect, to keep his General out of harm's way, was strong– strong enough to make him fume. Skull knowing– anyone in the GAR knowing– was a threat, an opportunity for Obi-Wan to get hurt.
Admittedly, Cody also had a selfish side; he liked the little world that they had created for themselves… and Skull, Cody supposed.
So they walked silently through the halls of the Negotiator, save for Obi-Wan’s greetings to any passerby. Thankfully, not his brothers.
They reached the door of Obi-Wan’s quarters still stuck in silence, but Obi-Wan eyed him, something like sadness behind his eyes.
Cody hated that look. Especially when it was directed at him.
The minute the door shut, Obi-Wan crossed his arms over his chest, wincing when he brushed over the bandages on his wrist.
“Careful.” Cody said softly, trying to offer up a smile, but failing when Obi-Wan frowned.
“You’re angry, Commander.” Cody’s heart skipped a beat, noting Obi-Wan’s tells were already in place. The crossed arms, leaning against the doorframe. His eyes hardened but with an ounce of softness behind his expression regardless. The formality of Commander .
Cody sighed, “I wanted– I didn’t want the whole kriffing GAR to know. I didn’t want Skull to know.” Cody paced again, trying to avoid Obi-Wan’s impending glare.
“Skull has known for weeks, Cody.” Obi-Wan reasoned. Cody knew it was true, but he thought if he just avoided the topic… it would go away.
“And now his shiny told the whole 212th.” Cody bit back and grimaced.
“They were bound to discover, eventually.” Obi-Wan said, but Cody didn’t want to believe it, “You trust these men, your brothers?” It was a question, one that Cody knew was rhetorical, but it still hit him in the chest.
It wasn’t his brothers he was worried about, it was the intel. How long until the whole GAR knew? How long until he lost the one thing he had chosen for himself?
“I know–” Cody said instead, swallowing harshly. He paused his pacing, looking up to find that Obi-Wan had unfolded his arms.
“Then we go on like normal– we don’t have to make an announcement.” Obi-Wan’s lips quirked into a smile. “Agreed?”
Cody let out a huff, and nodded.
He’d be damned if he ever let his brothers see him do anything out of line, regardless.
Cody stepped into Obi-Wan’s awaiting arms, forehead digging into Obi-Wan’s warm neck. They stood like that for several moments, one of Cody’s arms wrapped around Obi-Wan’s middle and the other stroking through Obi-Wan’s still greasy hair. Cody didn’t care; as long as he was in Obi-Wan’s arms, nothing else mattered.
They were interrupted by Obi-Wan’s comlink beeping in indication of an incoming holo message.
Reluctantly, Cody pulled away and watched a perplexed Obi-Wan pull up the holo-image sent to him.
To Cody’s profound horror, the image was him and Obi-Wan. Cody was asleep on a medical bed, Obi-Wan’s messy hair splayed across his bare chest. The lighting of the photo was dim, but the position was more than compromising, it was damning .
Obi-Wan’s jaw hung ajar as his cheeks turned pink.
Cody’s heart rate rose as he read the accompanying message.
Thought the 212th’s resident lovers deserved a photo to hang on their fridge. You’re welcome, loverboys.
Cody knew who it was immediately, and decided he hated him, in fact.
Karking Skull.
#I am back again with more Skull and more flustered cody#mild whump#but lots of embarrassment#codywan#hurt/comfort#crack#fanfiction#fanfic
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Pocket Monsters: Omega Ruby & Alpha Sapphire | Pokemon Omega Ruby & Alpha Sapphire Versions, Pocket Monsters | Pokemon (Main Video Game Series)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Aogiri | Archie/Matsubusa | Maxie
Characters: Kyogre (Pokemon), Aogiri | Archie, Matsubusa | Maxie, Kagari | Courtney, Homura | Tabitha, Ushio | Matt, Izumi | Shelly, Haruka | May, Yuuki | Brendan
Additional Tags: Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Near Death Experiences, gay cpr, Near Drowning, Flashbacks, near death flashbacks, No Major Character Death, Major Character Injury, Hypothermia, Enemies to Lovers, Lovers To Enemies
Summary:
Archie summons Kyorge and immediately regrets it. In a bid to rescue his team from drowning, Maxie is pulled into turbulent waves. As air escapes his lungs, Archie makes a gambit to save his former lover, and Maxie can't help but reflect where it all went wrong.
Re emerges from the abyss
Hey I'm alive remember that Hardenshipping fic I promised like half a year ago. It’s here. Happy Ao3 is a survivor day.
I'll see y’all in a year I guess.
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Reunion Prompts
An accidental reunion
A reunion thought to be impossible
A tense reunion
A routine reunion
A reunion gone wrong
A reunion one party tried hard to avoid
A temporary reunion
A reunion one party is late to
A reunion spent assuring one party that the other party is safe now
A reunion in an inconvenient location
Was that really a reunion?
A reunion in the afterlife
A reunion, though one party looks much different than the other remembers
A meticulously planned reunion
A reunion in a dream
A reunion decades later
A reunion where one party has moved on, but the other has not
A hard fought reunion
A reunion a minute too late
A reunion right on time
A reunion planned as a surprise
A reunion caused by tragedy
A reunion caused by joy
A reunion one party can’t bring themselves to face
A reunion after being separated in battle
A reunion and an introduction at the same time
A reunion an additional party shows up to unannounced
Immediately after a reunion
A reunion at a wedding
A reunion at a funeral
A reunion that comes with bad news
A public reunion
A private reunion
A reunion at a significant location
An unconventional reunion
A reunion of a group of old friends
A reunion of old foes
A reunion one party does not realize is a reunion
A reunion that allows one party to shed their strong façade
Requester’s choice
#writing prompts#prompt meme#feel free to use!#feel free to reblog#fluff prompts#h/c prompt#mild whump
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It all happened so fast.
But then this was International Rescue and Scott Tracy, everything happened fast.
A plane on an irrecoverable dive towards the ocean. Fifteen passengers needing to be saved. One daredevil brother perched atop the aircraft, lasering a hole into the dying craft’s fuselage so he can yank those fifteen people out of their flying coffin.
Virgil at the helm of Two executing the fine control needed to keep his ‘bird a pace and able to lower the rescue rig to get those people off the plane.
Fast, extremely difficult, and one of International Rescue’s ‘Tuesdays’.
That completely went to all shit just as fast.
Virgil had pulled up all fifteen souls and stashed them safely in the belly of his ‘bird and Scott was the sole person remaining. Virgil saw him stand up and call One with his wrist control.
Just as the dying plane shook, causing Scott to stumble. Something flew off the front of the craft and hit Virgil’s brother from behind.
“Scott?!”
The pilot fell face first and onto the back of the plane, obviously not entirely unconscious, but the lack of response from comms as both Virgil and John called their brother’s name again clearly indicated that something was not right.
“I’m getting erratic vitals, Virgil, and he is not responding. Sixty seconds and that plane is in the water.
Virgil was already moving. “You have Two. Allow for my remote adjustments.”
“FAB, Thunderbird Two.”
Fast and ever so professional.
Two was flying parallel to the ailing plane, directly above, but simply lowering himself wouldn’t be enough to reach his brother. Calculations bounced around his brain as Virgil attached his grapple line and activated the hatch.
Wind tore at his helmet.
Scott was still prone on the back of the aircraft. It was a miracle he hadn’t been thrown off.
The ocean loomed far too close below.
Calculations made, Virgil jumped.
It was a wild ride, something his older brother would have revelled in. For a moment, Virgil was virtually weightless until his boots hit metal.
Then he was fighting the wind and running the length of a falling plane.
He didn’t have time to scan his brother, the ocean was far too close. So, it was with a prayer to the universe itself that he grabbed Scott, holding him close, and leapt off the plane. It collided with the water in a violent spray and died an all-consuming death.
Virgil grit his teeth as Two caught their line and coasted them just above the waves until John could push the Thunderbird into an gentle climb.
Scott’s head lolled against Virgil’s shoulder, limp.
He clung to his big brother.
God.
Virgil hooked Scott’s harness to his own and set the grapple line to retrieve. They were safe.
He held Scott ever so tight all the way up, regardless.
Surfacing inside Two’s cockpit was a relief battered only by Scott’s unknown condition. Unclipping Scott’s harness, Virgil lifted his legs properly into his arms and carried him over to one of the pull-down stretchers. Virgil nudged it with a foot and it unfolded, letting him place his brother down gently on the soft surface.
A flicker of yellow light and the mediscanner declared that while Scott had a pile of new bruises across his back, his only major complaint was a concussion.
As if the diagnosis was a trigger, Scott groaned and attempted to curl up.
“Hey, relax. You’re okay.” Virgil reached over and unclipped his brother’s helmet, sliding it off carefully and lowering his head to the pillow.
“Virgil?” Scott screwed up his face and raised a hand to his head. “Ow.”
“You’re okay. Just a little encounter with some random fuselage.” He gently pulled Scott’s hands away from his face. “Let me see those baby blues.”
“Not babies.”
Virgil arched an eyebrow as Scott opened his eyes and squinted.
“Urgh.”
The baby blues disappeared quickly into a grimace.
“Nausea?”
His grunt was affirmative.
“Hang in there. I’ll get you something and then we’ll get you home.”
“One?” It was a single syllable, but it meant everything.
“John has her. Don’t worry.”
Another grunt. Scott’s face was still scrunched up and Virgil grabbed a kit, hunting for the anti-nausea meds.
“Virgil?”
“Yeah?” He was going to have a word with Gordon. Why was this pack out of order?
“Thanks.”
Virgil turned to his prone brother and found those blue eyes struggling to stay steady enough to convey exactly what he felt.
Virgil reached out and placed a hand on his brother’s arm. “Hey, anytime. You know that.”
His brother groaned again, and Virgil went back to locating medication before he had to clean up a mess.
Fortunately, he found it and, moments later, both brothers breathed a sigh of relief. Scott melted into the mattress, knotted muscles unwinding and Virgil leant against the side and took a moment.
He would have to pick up control of Two shortly, deliver the fifteen passengers to the nearest GDF base, and then fly home.
But right now? He reached over and brushed a stray hair off Scott’s forehead. His brother wrinkled his brow in response, eyes still closed, and Virgil couldn’t help but smile just a little.
Injured, but safe.
Thank god.
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#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds fanfiction#thunderbirds#Virgil Tracy#Scott Tracy#mild whump#nuttyfic reblog
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Rated: teen
Warnings: none
Pairings: Viggo/Hiccup
Word Count: 656
Summary: Viggo has Hiccup and his friends captured, and while his friends start to free themselves, Hiccup steps up to create a distraction.
#vigcup#hiccup haddock#viggo grimborn#httyd#how to train your dragon#rtte#race to the edge#fanfiction#writing#mild whump
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Fandom: Thunderbirds
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Scott Tracy, Virgil Tracy, John Tracy, Gordon Tracy, Alan Tracy
Summary:
The wind complicated things. As always. But at least it was blowing the flames away from the mining complex buildings.
Sometimes rescues go smooth.
And sometimes they don't.
Finally finished the one that's been bugging me for a while! I hope you enjoy!
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10. ‘Can You Be Brave For Me? (Alt. Prompt 5)
@sicktember
As soon as Finn had seen the letter, he'd been panicking. He'd tried everything to get out of it, even asked Steve to not do the scan, so desperately it was almost begging.
Fao hated it when Finn got upset. He loved his little brother, hated seeing him struggling. He knew he hated hospitals, hated appointments, definitely hated scans.
All his begging fell on deaf ears, and his scan loomed. He ended up staying off school, his absences having kept everyone up. He was allowed a lie in, too, to try and stave off any further seizures. Besides, the longer he was asleep meant that they had less time for arguments and his escapee tactics.
As per usual, it fell to Fao to take Finn to his appointment. With Sheila busy and Fred working, he had a gap in lectures that meant he could take his brother. Sheila always said Finn was better with him in hospital, anyway.
They’d given Finn his day off, sleeping in late in the hopes to stop the seizures. Fao hated it, but it was what it was. Hopefully the scan would just be routine, nothing to fuss over. Steve had insisted it was needed, that there was no getting out of it, and when Fao showed up at the house that afternoon he knew there was going to be drama.
Sheila was glad to see Fao, grateful for the reprieve from Finn. She didn't manage to stay long, just enough to make sure Finn was still in the house and not immediately about to run. There was a rushed apology to Fao, and then she was gone.
They didn’t have long until they needed to leave. Fao knew he ought to get Finn ready, given how long he knew it would take.
“Finn?”
He emerged slowly, Finn drowning in one of Fao's hoodies. "What?"
“How you doing?”
"I'm sick. I can’t go."
Fao frowned. “Sick?”
"Yeah."
“How are you sick? A cold?”
"Just sick." He huffed.
“Been sick?”
"Do I have to go if I have been?"
“Just tell me the truth, yeah?”
"Give me five minutes." Finn said, turning on his heel.
“Five minutes for what, Finn?”
"To not lie to you!"
Fao followed his brother, reaching for his shoulder. “Come on, now. It’s alright to be scared.”
Finn shrugged out of his grasp. "I'm not scared!"
“No? I’d be scared.”
"You wouldn't."
“Of course I would. Always am, in hospitals.”
"But you're big and brave."
“I still get scared.”
"You don't."
“I do.” Fao said. “But sometimes when you’re scared, you have to be brave and face your fear. And then afterwards, it doesn’t seem so bad.”
He screwed his face up. "I can try and be brave. But only if you're there."
“Of course I’ll be there, don’t be daft. I’m always there.”
Finn looked up at him, small and scared. "Promise?"
“Promise. They might not let me come in the room with the scanner, but I'll be right there waiting for you on the other side of the doors.”
Finn stepped forward, closing the gap between him and his brother. The height difference was still stark, Finn's arms barely wrapping around his brother’s stomach. He rested his head against Fao's chest, feeling better for just being near him.
Unfortunately, they couldn't stay like that forever, and they had to leave for Finn's appointment. Finn was reluctant, still scared about the scan. He did his best to be brave, and got into the car with minimal fuss. Despite pretending he was too old, he still clutched Lion to his chest, fiddling with his ear.
Fao let Finn fiddle, lion a staple comforter for him. It was sweet, really. It didn't take them long to get to the hospital, and eventually Fao found somewhere to park and pulled in. Would he be able to convince his brother to get out of the car? They were early, at least, and they had time before they needed to be inside.
Finn didn't move as they pulled in, his feet resting on the edge of the seat, his arms wrapped around himself. He didn't want to move, terrified to the bone. His hands shook despite gripping onto each other, the so many months of medical trauma all too fresh in his mind.
"You ready, kiddo? Sooner we get in, sooner we get out."
Finn shook his head. "I don't want to go."
"Yeah, I know. It's not nice, but it's just a scan. You've had loads before, they don't hurt, just a bit noisy."
He hummed. Fao wasn't lying, he knew that, but it almost trivialised the entire situation. "Can we just go home? Please?"
"Afraid not."
Finn was eventually convinced out of the car, Fao standing at the opened car door. He immediately took Fao's hand, gripping it as tight as he could. They made their way inside, and then through the maze of corridors Finn still felt lost in.
Unfortunately for Finn, it didn't take long to get to the radiography department. He felt sick and wanted to bolt. Fao must have felt it, as he held Finn's hand tighter, determined to not allow his brother to escape. It wouldn't have been the first time, or the last.
The wait for his name felt like an eternity, Finn filled with nervous energy. He was annoying Fao with his fidgeting, and had smacked him more than once with his myos. His absences were rife, too, but Fao gave him time and waited for him to come back.
"Finn Daniels?" The radiographer called. "Do you want to come through?"
Finn didn't move, his heart pounding in his chest. He stayed sat as Fao stood, letting his older brother tug his hand to try to get him to move. Confronted by the reality of the upcoming scan, he just couldn't. He couldn’t breathe, couldn't think, couldn't move.
Fao didn't miss the flash of panic in Finn’s eyes, or the way his hand trembled in his. He crouched down in front of his brother.
"Hey. Finn, look at me?" He said softly. "Remember what I said about being brave? And how after, it won't seem too bad? Can you do that for me? Can you be brave for me?"
Finn shook his head. "I don't think I can."
"You can, Finn. I know you can. You've done so much already, this is just a little scan. You can do this."
Finn was coaxed from his seat and then mainly dragged to the scanner. He was allowed to keep Lion, and Fao chatted through the tinny earphones as soon as he could. There was a little rendition of les mis, which made Finn smile, and then it was over.
Fao met Finn at the doors, his brother immediately wrapping himself around him. He ruffled his hair affectionately before crouching in front of him.
"Well done, Finn. You were so brave, I'm so proud of you."
Finn's eyes were wide. "You are?"
"Of course I am! Come on, let's go. We'll get a McDonald's on the way home, eh? My treat, but you can't tell mum."
"Really?" Finn's face lit up. "And ice cream?"
Fao laughed. "Yeah, Finn. And ice cream."
#sicktember 2022#sicktember day 10#whump prompt#whump writing#alt prompt 5 'can you be brave for me?'#this one is a cute one#bless finn and his medical trauma#finn daniels#fao blackwood#faolan blackwood#whump#brothers in more than arms#scans#tbi seizures#tbi#traumatic brain injury#kid whump#whump of a minor#mild whump#mostly comfort tbh#sheila daniels#brothers#cute
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Le prompts: Songbird [alt. if you're stuck: spring]
Ohh nice one! Hope you like this!!
Remember to keep voting Liv/Helen in @drwho-shipbracket's poll and sent in a prompt if you like!
Songbird (Rating: T)
Helen’s father would often call her mother bird names as terms of endearment. Starling, lark or dove… It took Helen a while to figure out what it all meant, particularly at the tender age of seven where she was beginning to form opinions of her own, as well as wants and dreams. It was when she found her love for reading, her curiosity and early ambition, and it was also the first time her father found serious fault with her.
“Girls don’t need to bother with education, you’re better served learning how to cook and how to make yourself look presentable. No-one likes a woman with strong opinions.”
The penny dropped when Helen had taken herself to her room in tears and her mother had offered her nothing but a thin-lipped smile. In her father’s world - which was what their home was for all intents and purposes - women were meant to be songbirds: Lovely to look at with only things to say that pleased the ears of men. God forbid they had opinions, wishes and dreams of their own…
That was also the night Helen decided that that was not what would become of her. Every day she bore witness to the way her mother bent this way and that to please her father and she admired her for it. It wasn’t something Helen thought herself capable of, even if she hadn’t been able to put it in such clear terms back then. It started with little acts of rebellion in the safety of her bedroom: Reading into the early hours. The public library was on her way to school and by the time she was old enough to go by herself, there was no stopping her.
She would appease her father, that was one of the lessons she had learned from her mother. It didn’t do to put yourself in danger for the sake of it. It was the only lesson of hers she had ever taken completely seriously. When she was told to help with the cooking or the cleaning, her mind was far off, contemplating the book she’d been reading the previous night or better yet: dreaming up a better future that she knew was out there for her. If only she could hold on…
There were so many things she had done to keep herself safe over the years as she’d picked her battles. Education had been one thing, particularly when she’d had teachers on her side who advocated for her intelligence and potential. That was something her father had had to make concessions on and in turn, Helen had had to make concessions of her own in other ways to keep the balance of things. She sang in the church choir. She dressed up in her Sunday best so her father might be pleased... The acts of rebellion followed when she was older, after mass, behind the boathouse… Her father would never find out about Jean, Helen wouldn’t have taken the risk, but that didn’t mean she didn’t spare a thought to the blue tits on the nearby tree as she allowed Jean to push her hand up her skirt. She longed to be as free as the birds were, and not the kind her father liked to keep at home.
There was freedom to be had once she’d flown the nest. Helen had enjoyed those first few nights in her flat in Tooting. It was small and sparse as she didn’t have much beyond the essentials, but it was her own and she was free. That was the illusion she indulged, at least until the reality of her day-to-day caught up with her. She’d had such high hopes when she had finished university and been accepted to work at the National Museum. Once she got there, however, she found she was back in a cage, though a gilded one. Where on the face of it, she looked to have accomplished her dreams, the reality of it was far more sobering. While before, she’d had things to work towards, the expectation of a better future urging her on, she now found herself stuck in a system, her wings clipped, expected to perform and sing but never spread her wings and fly.
Not until one fateful afternoon where her future had felt all but lost. And in the whirlwind of events that followed, not only her cage was prised open, so was her heart.
Now, Helen stood atop a cliff in the Kaldoran desert, with the wind in her hair and her wife by her side.
“So? What do you think?” Liv prompted, pulling the linguist from her thoughts.
“Hm?” Helen looked around to find the med-tech look at her expectantly.
”It’s just, you’re not saying anything…” Liv observed with a frown.
“Oh sorry, I was just… off with the fairies,” the linguist answered with a wistful smile and pushed the musings on the twists and turns her life had taken to one side. She dedicated her attention to the incredible view. “It really is quite, quite beautiful.”
“Just wait till the sun sets. You won’t believe the view of the stars!” The med-tech burst into a grin and cast a glance towards the horizon where the sun was beginning to set. They had set up camp on a wide cliff, far away from anyone. Kaldor City stood in the distance and the glider they had arrived in at the bottom of the mountain they’d climbed for the last few hours. It was a rest break in between Liv’s busy shifts at Kaldor city hospital and Helen had taken the day off from her work at the university as well. It only seemed right as it was their wedding anniversary.
“I reckon I will, we’ve been to enough of them,” the linguist gave back easily and Liv laughed:
“I suppose so,” she conceded, looking out into the desert. “I used to love it here so much… coming here with my dad… I’m so glad to be able to take you now.”
“I would have loved to meet him, your dad…” Helen replied softly, as she knew it was an emotional matter for her wife. It was for her as well, as she considered her relationship with her own father and how different their experiences were. She wouldn’t have wanted Liv to meet her father. There would have been no point. He wouldn’t have known how to be happy for her, regardless of the matter of gender.
“He would have loved you,” the med-tech observed affectionately and all Helen could do was nod as she felt the sting of the past she thought she’d made her peace with. Her silence didn’t go unnoticed and Liv asked: “Helen, is everything okay?”
“It’s just… you must have felt so free, coming up here with him…” the linguist observed as she watched two birds shooting above their heads, birds of prey that danced through the air together, almost like a couple, and Helen thought she could see herself and her wife in them. She had come so far. “I never… I always felt trapped,” she admitted. She didn’t need to elaborate. They had talked about her past enough over the years and Liv nodded as she understood her perfectly.
“I’m so sorry you had to go through that,” she said and Helen shrugged.
“We can’t choose our family, can we?”
“We can’t choose where we start, no…” Liv conceded and reached for her wife’s hand. “But we can choose how we carry on… and eventually you hopefully… find what you need and the future you want.”
“Thank you for breaking into my office,” Helen leaned against her, resting her head against the side of hers and the med-tech smiled:
“Thank you for taking a leap of faith after we did.”
“That’s what happens when you open a songbird’s cage. They fly to freedom,” the linguist replied. At last, she found herself without confinements and only the binds she’d chosen herself. Like the ring on her finger. Or the woman beside her. “I love you, Liv…” She told her and her wife smiled:
“I love you, too, Helen. Today and every other day we’re given.”
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🦄 Can I request a fic where hyunjin n y/n were supposed to…yk (lol) and she really missed him and waited for him to come back from his trip to Japan so they could have some ✨alone time ✨ but when he comes back theyre in her room and she’s kissing him but he stops her and she gets hurt and thinks he doesn’t want her but he’s actually nursing a bad migraine. Then later they go out to the convienence store cus y/n needs to buy pads or something and it hits him really hard and he starts throwing up outside and y/n realizes he’s really not well. (You can take over from here …)
OF HEAT & PAIN
Having alone time when your boyfriend is an idol, is practically impossible, because of a few factors. They live in a dorm, so no chance you'd have alone time there; going to a hotel was a risky move due to fans and sasaengs. The last viable option was your house, but then again, his schedule was packed, especially now that he was an ambassador for Versace.
You couldn't even remember the last time you two had sex, it felt like it had been ages. To say you two were sexually frustrated was an understatement and he was coming back from Japan in a few days, so you were more than eager, just like him.
The night before his arrival you had called him, telling him to go straight to your house. And so he did.
As soon as they landed, Hyunjin walked in a different direction from the group, earning a few questioning looks.
- I'm going to y/n's.
He had gotten so excited when you called him he forgot to tell the others. And because of that, and the obvious hurry he was in, the boys couldn't help but tease him. Typical men's behavior.
To both you and Hyunjin, the ride to your house felt ridiculously long, each minute that passed was an eternity, only increasing the need to see each other, to feel each other.
You didn't prepare any romantic setting and neither was he expecting it, he just wanted to get to your house as fast as he could and so did you.
Each minute that passed just made the thirst increase in both of your bodies.
When he got to your house he barely said goodbye to the manager and went straight into the building.
You were waiting for him in the living room, anxiously pacing around, heart almost beating out of your chest in anticipation.
When you heard the door lock clicking, your heartbeat increased and you rushed towards it.
The long-haired boy opened the door dropping his bag on the floor and immediately grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him.
You barely exchanged words, your mouths only focused on feeling each other, he grabbed your ass lifting you and you wrapped your legs around him.
He took you to your bedroom, and you never broke the kiss. By the time he lay you down on the bed, his hair was all messy and his heart was beating fast as well.
There was only lust in both of your eyes, you took off his shirt and he took yours and his mouth started trailing every inch of your body, from your mouth, neck, collarbone, chest, waist, and inner thighs.
When he trailed back up and locked his lips with yours one more time, you started to feel him as well as your hands trailed down his back, his chest, his v-line, then reaching his belt and pulling him closer to you.
Not a single word was said, you both just drowned in each other's touch. You pushed him so now you were on top and just like him your mouth trailed his entire body, from his ears, neck, chest, his abdomen all the way to his v-line, you could feel him twitch under your touch and then trailed back to his mouth.
He grabbed your arms and pinned you on the bed, making his body get even closer to yours, lowering his hips so it was now touching your middle and you could feel he was aroused as you.
He kept kissing you passionately and your hands didn't leave the back of his head, none of you wanting this moment to end.
Then, unexpectedly, Hyunjin pulled away from the kiss and sat by the edge of the bed, leaving you with a confused look on your face.
He was so succumbed to lust he forgot the migraine he began feeling inside the plane and now, as the heat inside his body increased, his heartbeat was pulsating inside his head.
He knew his sudden action had hurt you, how could he just back away like this after arousing you so much and being away for so long?
Hyunjin was also taken aback by the way things turned out and left for the bathroom, and you just stood there sitting on the bed, all kinds of thoughts running through your mind. "Did I make him mad? Did I overstep a boundary? Did I get too ahead of myself?" And the worst of it all "Did he find someone else?" You were just frozen.
Inside the bathroom, he grabbed the edges of the sink, gripping it tightly out of pain and anger. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you and he couldn't believe his body would betray him like this.
He took a few deep breaths and looked in the mirror, his expression changed from one of utter lust and excitement to one of immense pain.
After a few agonizing minutes, he came out of the bathroom looking completely different from before and noticing how sad you looked.
He sat on the edge of the bed and took your hands in his, looking at them and not daring to lift his head to look at you. A deafening silence took over the room, mood completely different from before.
- Hyunjin? What happened?
You broke the silence, voice slightly shaky and hurt, afraid of what his answer would be.
- I'm sorry...I-
You swallowed hard not really wanting to hear his answer but then you saw a teardrop fall from his eye. You held his chin in your hands and gently lifted his head.
- What's going on? Why are you crying?
- I'm sorry, honey... I didn't mean to hurt you... It's just- my head, it's exploding.
As soon as he said that, he broke down into tears. He was looking forward to seeing you after so long and completely ruined the mood.
- Oh baby. Don't cry, please.
You said pulling him into an embrace, him wrapping his arms around you and burying his head in the crook of your neck. You could feel his tears in your body as well as his labored breathing, his bare back heaving up and down.
- Sshh...it's okay, it's okay...
You reassured him stroking his hair and kissing him. When he calmed down a bit he let go of you.
- I'm sorry...I soaked your clothes...
He said chuckling a bit, but then winced when a sharp pain stung his head.
- It might be a migraine, baby. Why don't you take some painkillers and then a shower?
- Okay. I'll do that.
- Call me if you feel unwell.
You closed the door and sat down next to it. If he hadn't been feeling this migraine today, you would've showered with him, but the romantic night you two were expecting had to be postponed.
While he was showering you got his bag which he left by the front door and noticed something peeking out of one of the pockets. Even though you two were both at it a few minutes ago, seeing that he was prepared made your face go red.
After taking his bag to your room, you went through some of your stuff and realized you had to go to the grocery store to buy some things that had run out. You were so anxious about his arrival and looking forward to the night that you completely forgot about that.
When he got out of the shower you were waiting for him, wearing comfy clothes and a rather worried expression on your face.
- How are you feeling?
- A little better. My head is still hurting but not as much as before. I guess the excitement ended up making it hurt more.
- You should've told me, baby.
- I couldn't. I was only thinking about you and I didn't even notice.
- Well. We'll raincheck this to another night.
- Of course baby.
He said pulling you in for another passionate kiss.
- Babe, I need to go to the grocery store. Wanna come with me?
- Sure.
- Take the painkillers before we leave.
- ok.
The store was close to your house so there was no need to get the car, it would be a waste of fuel.
You two walked very slowly, admiring the scenery and just trying to enjoy each minute.
The store was rather small, it was the typical neighborhood store run by the same family over the generations and they knew both of you. They knew Hyunjin was an idol but they always respected his boundaries and treated him like an ordinary person, and Hyunjin was grateful for that.
You started looking for the stuff on your list, like cup noodles. You were in the mood for a hot night not cooking, so cup noodles were the best choice.
Hyunjin was slowly walking behind you, his migraine was getting worse than before and the lights were making his eyes sting in pain. And not only that, the pain was increasing by the second and it was affecting his stomach as well.
As he walked, it kept doing flips, swirling around the food he had on the plane. He started to muffle queasy burps and a few of them brought up a small portion of vomit that he managed to swallow, a kind of reflux.
And he thought that maybe, there was a slight chance this was just reflux. But his stomach probed him wrong in a matter of minutes.
You kept on taking things here and there and putting them in the basket and he followed you, hand on his stomach trying to comfort the churning sensation.
Eventually, the walking just worsened his condition. He felt his stomach burn, painful gurgles coming from it, and then his mouth started tasting weird and filling up with saliva. Before his mind could even comprehend what was happening, his stomach contracted sending hot liquid up his esophagus hitting the back of his throat.
He clamped his mouth and ran out of the store startling the elderly couple that ran the store.
You were so focused you didn't notice Hyunjin practically vanishing from behind you.
The old man rushed outside to help Hyunjin while the woman went to tell you what was happening.
Hyunjin was outside of the store, bent over with his hands on his knees for balance as a wet burp brought up part of his last meal hitting the ground between his feet and while you weren't there, the old man kept patting his back.
- Aigoo~
The old lady accompanied you outside and you saw Hyunjin bring up a thin stream of vomit that mixed with the mess on the floor and ran to his side.
- Babe! What happened?
You asked, holding his hair back when he puked one more time and rubbing his back. The old couple went inside to give you some privacy and get some water and tissues for Hyunjin.
His stomach seemed to have given him a break, so he was now still bent over, only spitting out saliva.
- Honey? What happened?
- I don't know...my head started throbbing and then my stomach was churning...
- Oh honey, these migraines always get you huh? The painkillers didn't work then.
- No. It helped just a bit but then-
He was cut off by a queasy burp that was followed by a retch, a productive one bringing up even more of his stomach's contents making him bend over even more. He didn't have time to breathe before another two waves gushed out hitting the floor with a sickening sound.
He was then left dry heaving and retching but nothing but stomach juice came out.
The elderly couple came back holding a bottle of water and some tissues.
- Here, darling.
- Thank you.
You took the water bottle and uncapped it before handing it to Hyunjin who rinsed his mouth and then you wiped his mouth.
- Feeling better?
- Yeah...a bit...
But the effort that his stomach put him through to get rid of his meal, worsened his migraine even more, he felt like his head was splitting open and it was hurting enough to make him dizzy.
- I need to sit...
He said weakly, swaying a little bit but you and the old man managed to steady him and sit him on the step of the stairs. He put his elbow on his knees and rested his throbbing head on his hand.
You sat beside him, fanning his face and rubbing his back.
- Do you think you're gonna pass out?
- No...I just need a minute...
- Okay.
The elderly couple approached you, concerned all over their faces.
- Aigoo~ is everything okay, young man?
- Yes, I'm fine. I'm sorry for the trouble.
- Oh, don't worry about it, love.
- I'm sorry for worrying you.
You said bowing.
- You don't have to. We wanted to make sure you were okay. You always drop by, of course, we care about you.
- Thank you. He's got a bad migraine but he'll be alright in a few hours.
- Drink a lot of water and get plenty of rest, young man.
- I will. Thank you.
The elderly couple went back to the store to get the things you were going to buy and gave them to you.
- Oh! Thank you. Baby, wait here, okay? I'll just go pay.
- There's no need to right now, darling. You need to take care of him first, you can come back later.
- Are you sure?
- Of course. Go on! Have a great night and get better soon, young man.
They entered the store and you were left with Hyunjin who was still sitting down, trying to make the dizziness go away, or at least decrease so he could stand up and walk back home.
- Here, drink some more. Small sips.
You said giving him the water bottle and sitting beside him, tucking his hair behind his ear.
- I love you, baby. I'm glad you're back.
- I love you too, honey. I'm home.
After a few minutes, Hyunjin felt well enough to go back home but you decided to support him anyway. You knew his migraines were no joke and that anything could happen on the way home, but thankfully nothing happened.
His head was still hurting but not as bad as before and as you two were walking, the moonlight was shining bright.
You stopped to admire the view, holding each other's waist and just feeling each other's presence.
Hyunjin took out his phone and took a picture of both of you and the moon, wanting to register this simple yet meaningful moment.
When you got home, you made sure Hyunjin ate something before he slept because feeling hungry on top of feeling nauseous was a horrible combination.
But his head was still hurting and affecting his stomach and a few minutes after he was done eating, his stomach wanted to get that out.
You were on the couch when he got up and rushed to the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
He went directly to the toilet where he ended up puking his dinner and you could hear retching coming from inside.
- Hyunjin? Is everything okay in there?
You asked knocking on the door.
- Y-yeah...I'll be out in a minute...
He responded and then threw up again but after the second bout, he was feeling better, relieved.
He rinsed his mouth, washed his face, and walked out of the bathroom.
- Did you throw up again?
- Yeah...but I'm feeling better now.
- Really?
- Yes. I think I got everything out.
- Well then. Let's just chill, you need it.
Thankfully, your house had a balcony, that you decorated with such care, it looked like a magical place. There were plants, lights, and a couple of paintings Hyunjin gave you and you cherished them with your whole soul.
You took him to the balcony and lay down on the big swing, motioning him to cuddle you, and so he did.
Once he was in your arms, he felt his whole body relax, a feeling he so much needed.
- I'm sorry for today...
- You don't have to.
- So...wanna pick up where we left off tomorrow?
- Only if you're feeling better.
You said, flicking his nose and then kissing him.
Both of you were still lusting for each other but that could be dealt with later, right now you both just wanted to feel and enjoy the cool breeze under the moonlight.
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It took Virgil fifteen minutes and a final resort call to Thunderbird Five to find his fish brother. It wouldn’t be the first time he had to take a brother’s chute down to the hangars, but there had been very few occasions where he had to take Gordon’s.
Maybe upside down and backwards wasn’t so bad since it didn’t end up in the drink.
But speed was a necessity, so Virgil took a swim in his underwear.
Gordon had reported his return, but he had never appeared in the comms room and Virgil was on edge.
Four was in her hangar, floating quietly. He didn’t fail to notice an unreported dent on one side. Admittedly, the storm outside was rough and the idiots Gordon had been fishing out of the ocean off the coast of Fiji deserved every cutting snarl of profanity Gordon said under his breath. It shouldn’t be a surprise that there was extra motivation for such Grandma provoking language.
He didn’t see Gordon at first and his heart rate increased with his level of worry.
But then what he did see, sent that heart rate through the roof.
He wasn’t alone in the water.
A shadow rippled over Four’s yellow flank.
A huge shadow, blotting out the hangar lighting.
For a moment, Virgil’s heart stopped entirely, the image of a giant predatory shark caught in the tank with him was enough to age him several years. That thought was quickly followed by ‘Gordon stuck in the tank with a giant predatory shark’ was enough to snap him out of it.
Fortunately, it wasn’t a giant predatory shark.
Well, it was a shark. A huge shark that barely fit in the confined space and was only just able to move enough to circle around Four.
But Virgil knew enough, had spent enough time reading fish books to his kid brother to know exactly what kind of fish this huge behemoth was.
It was a whale shark.
Virgil slipped quickly out of its way as it made a tight turn around Four floating in the middle of the tank. This wasn’t the first time wildlife had followed their aquanaut home and got themselves caught up in the tank. The incident with the seal immediately came to mind. But this was definitely the largest animal.
It would have been an amazing sight if Virgil knew where Gordon was.
Darting around Four, climbing into Four and generally panicking more and more by the moment, still did not reveal his brother. Images that haunted him late at night and those times he had the torture of sitting in Two far above his little brother, unable to help, played across his mind, Gordon injured, dead or dying in every single one of them.
Hell, the fact he was hunting his little brother while wearing only his underwear should have been a magical lure to draw the man out simply to point and laugh at him.
The hangar was horribly quiet with only the lap of water and the distant howl of the storm outside.
The shark still had him nervous. Could a whale shark eat a human? His knowledge ran short there and he reached for his comms just as he caught sight of something on the shark’s back.
A hint of blue and yellow.
He was moving before his brain could form his brother’s name.
The shark eyed him as he approached, but didn’t move away, continuing on its slow and awkward circle of Four. But that was definitely a gloved hand hanging off the shark.
Gordon.
The shark did flinch away as Virgil reached up and grabbed his little brother off the back of the giant fish. He was sprawled lengthwise, a splash of alarming red on one thigh as he slipped off into Virgil’s arms.
Gordon was wearing his helmet and appeared asleep, his head lolling onto Virgil’s shoulder.
The shark kept swimming.
Virgil didn’t hesitate and dragged his brother down to the airlock at the end of the tank. This was where Four could interface properly with the Island, but his brother rarely hooked her up, preferring to let her float free so the module delivery system could snag her and move her to the module with ease.
Virgil suspected it was just so Gordon could go for a swim each time he launched.
In any case, it served a purpose of getting his brother out of the tank and heading towards the infirmary fast.
All thoughts of whale sharks slipped from his mind as he focussed on Gordon.
It took a freaked out Scott, a wide-eyed Alan and a very competent grandmother stitching up the hole in Gordon’s thigh for his fish brother to wake up.
“You were on the back of a whale shark.”
“A whale shark?”
“Asleep on the back of a whale shark in Four’s tank.”
“Is it okay?” The worry on Gordon’s face was genuine.
Virgil reached out and touched his brother’s arm. “Scott and Brains got it out of the hangar.” With some difficulty. It apparently didn’t want to leave and was still swimming around in the lagoon outside.
“Do we know where it is? It will need a medical check.” Virgil gripped that arm tighter as Gordon made to get out of bed.
“Brains says it appears okay. You can wait at least another twenty-four hours before you are venturing out of that bed and there will be waterproof protection over those stitches before you go anywhere near the water.”
Gordon glared at him. “You sound like Grandma.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
But Gordon ignored him. “Whale sharks aren’t whales, Virg. They’re a whole different kind of amazing.”
And Virgil was subjected to far more information on whale sharks than he would ever need.
He sat and listened like he always did. His hand did not leave his brother’s arm.
How Gordon ended up on the shark’s back, they never quite worked out, but several days later as Virgil helped his little brother down to the shoreline and into the water for a heavily supervised marine encounter, he watched Gordon reach out to the huge fish and brush a gloved hand across its head. Gordon mumbled something over comms but Virgil didn’t understand what he said.
The shark eyed the pair of them for a moment and that moment froze and imprinted itself on Virgil’s memory as an illustration of exactly how connected his little brother was to the sea.
He was a part of it.
A twitch of its head and the shark was moving, turning, and heading out towards the break in the Islands that protected their lagoon.
A swish of its massive tail and it disappeared into the blue.
Gordon muttered something more before swimming ever so slowly towards the shore.
Virgil shook himself and followed.
Once again awed by his little brother and the sea he loved.
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The wonderful artwork that inspired this can be found here - Tumblr
#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds#thunderbirds fanfiction#Virgil Tracy#Gordon Tracy#nuttyfic reblog#mild whump#sat down to write and got distracted by Tumblr#now past midnight#sigh
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