"Dankovsky?" Burakh asks, voice urgent, reaching for him, face open in question, before realisation falls onto it, darkening his features – "Don't tell me you – "
"It is done," Simon says with Dankovsky's voice.
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7. "You look like you need a hug" in a waking up in the infirmary after being wounded on a mission situation?
"You look like you need a hug" from this fic drabble ask.
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He wakes, blinking his eyes open before screwing them shut in response to the bright lights around him. He panics immediately, if only for a brief moment, the response ingrained into him due to his upbringing at the asylum. There's a faint ringing in his ears and a dryness in his mouth. He pushes himself to open his eyes again and as the fixtures finally come into view, he cues into where he is. He's at home, his home, in the infirmary.
Without much thought, he tries to shift his seating to get more comfortable but winces terribly as the pain blooms throughout his ribs and his shoulder. He grits his teeth together as he pushes through the jarring sensation.
He remembers now, having left Mumbai in a fury of bullets. The auto rickshaw he managed to steal proved to be a less than sufficient shield against the group of trigger-happy local security.
Almost as if on cue, the door to the infirmary slides open and Diana enters with a small tray. On it are a glass of water, a mug of soup and two sandwiches, no short of all the trimmings. A good meal for someone on the mend.
"You're awake," she says softly as she walks in.
"You're here," he breathlessly responds, perhaps a bit too astonished to see her. He fully expected to hear her voice, but not to see her in person.
"I am," she sets the tray down on a cabinet by him. "You were quite poorly when I intercepted you at the airport. I was worried."
"I don't remember that."
"Well you're in a much better spot now. You just need to rest... and don't worry about rushing back to work. I need to look into a few new syndicate leaders and secure you some new tools."
He nods in response, looking down at his feet.
She crosses her arms, standing at his bedside for a quote moment. "Perhaps I should go pack up, I don't want to overstay my welcome."
He furrows his brow. "What makes you say that?*
"I...," she fumbles with her words, "this is your space, 47. I should respect that."
He scowls, unable to hold back his emotion. "My space," he huffs.
"Is something the matter? Is the house not up to your expectations? We can redecorate-"
"It's not the house, Diana."
"It's not?"
He shakes his head. "I'm all alone here. I'm lonely."
"Oh."
He was no stranger to living alone but after all these years, he had figured she would have spent more time with him. Perhaps it was because they still hadn't talked about what happened between them. Her parents, the Olive Grove, the demise of Arthur Edwards, and their time apart; it all felt like a lifetime ago now. They had simply picked up from where they had left off, carrying on as they once had. He wanted more for them, especially with the ICA now long gone.
"I can stay longer, if you'd like," she softly proposes.
"I would like that very much."
She gives him a small smile. "Can I get you anything else?"
His eyes search her face, before they fall to the ground. There's a sadness he can't quite hide from her.
"It looks like maybe you could use a hug." She offers. "If that's alright, of course."
He looks back up at her, nodding slowly as he motions his uninjured arm open.
She's gentle with him, mindful of his wounds as she softly fits against him, her chin resting on his healthy shoulder. He relishes in the feeling of having her close. Her blouse is silky soft and she's warm against his bare, bandaged chest. She smells good too, and so he burrows his nose into the crook of her neck. He doesn't let go, holding her for a long moment.
When they separate, she gives him a knowing look, resting her hand on one of his as she gives it a good squeeze. She had left him alone for a bit too long.
"I'd like to eat upstairs with you."
"Are you sure? Can you make it up the stairs?"
"I can," he grunts as he sits up, "with your help."
They share a smile as she positions herself to better help him off the bed. He'd have no problem making it up there, as long as he had her by his side.
Hi! I’m looking for a deaged Tim fanfic. I think there’s ice cream involved, and Ra’s cornering the batfam and trying to kidnap Tim, and Tim being thrown upwards and Batman caught him, or something? And the batfam being protective of smol Timmers. Please and thank you!!!! ❤️❤️❤️
We think this might be it.
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New Chapter Posted: Mandalorian Post-Season-2 Story
TITLE: Each Morning Sun A New Adventure
RATED: Gen
SUMMARY: A post-season-2 story of Din's adventures through the Outer Rim Systems, of his (unintentional) path of self-discovery, of bounties and battles with old friends and new allies, of his (accidental) rewriting of Mandalorian folklore, and of his slow realization that- just perhaps- there may be more than just one Way to be Mandalorian. Guaranteed happy ending that addresses the whole "separation with the kid" thing that happened in the finale. In Character. Canon-typical violence. Canon compliant.
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Excerpt from Chapter 8 - "The Rescue":
“I could get a shot with only one of the two moons up there," Mayfeld says, cocky as ever, as he stretches out on his stomach at Din’s side, already sighting along his long-distance rifle. “What's your read on the situation?"
“Two watchtowers, each with an anti-aircraft gun and two gunners. Four security lights atop the gate. Stormtroopers next to each one. I count ten total.”
“You missed the stormtroopers lined up across the road. They have repeater rifles, incidentally. I count a dozen.”
“Fourteen,” Din says, and pulls his blaster. “I’ll take care of the ones on the road. You deal with the ten on top of the wall, those security lights, and the anti-aircraft canons.”
“Sure. Easy. No problem. Have I told you yet how crazy this plan of yours is?”
“Worried about your sharp-shooting skills?”
“Watch and learn,” Mayfeld says, and takes five shots. Five spotlights go out.
Laserfire rains down on them in answer, blowing apart tree trunks, splinters flying as Din shoots toward the source of the attack. At this distance, he can’t get much accuracy. He’s missing as much as he’s hitting anything.
“Are you even trying?” Mayfeld asks and takes six shots. Six men drop.
Din strangles back the urge to punch him. “Take out the anti-aircraft guns next.”
“Will you let me finish with the- Karking hell!“
Repeater rifle blasts pummel the soil, grass and mud exploding all around them, Mayfeld throwing himself to the ground, arms flung over his head.
“Stay down!” Din shoves himself to his knees and fires as fast as possible, one blast after the other, a thick lateral pattern. He takes four blasts to the chest plate, two more to the helmet, and one sizzles through his arm below his shoulder pauldron. But when he drops back to his belly, no one is moving by the entrance. "You can take your shot now."
Mayfeld wrenches himself onto his side, incredulous.
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Characters: Narcissa Malfoy, Draco Malfoy and Andromeda Tonks
For: @lucdarling
Prompt: Matriarchal Society AU
A/N: I did my best with this prompt? I was trying not to make it...idk. Overt. I hope I did alright. <3 I made a couple of assumptions. That the male’s role in a matirarchal society would be mostly fluff. And that in a matirarchal version of the HP universe, Andromeda and Narcissa would have still been close, regardless of who Andromeda married.
“Draco, darling…” Narcissa poked her head into his room. “I know you’re studying, but I thought you might come down and visit your aunt before she leaves.”
“I will, Mother…” he promised, not taking his gaze from the pages of the book.
“You’ve been studying for your entire holiday…don’t you think you should come help your father prepare for the party? You’ll be doing all the planning yourself one day, I’m sure.” She smiled widely. “Come now, don’t keep your aunt waiting.”
Studying was futile in this house. He put his book down and stood up.
He followed her down the hallway. “I thought Uncle Ted was planning to host it this year…”
“Well, the plans fell through, seems like he’s planning a wedding instead. Your cousin’s getting married.”
Usually the planning fell to the father of the groom, but Draco knew as well as anyone that his cousin’s betrothed was none other than the werewolf, Remus Lupin. And Remus Lupin came with not a penny to his name nor a father to plan the wedding.
Hi! Let me first preface by saying that you mods are an absolute gem for starting this Tumblr so a big thank-you for doing this!! As for my "fic search" request, it's Jason-centric w/ the 3 other BatBros. He gifts them helmets similar to his (for Christmas?) I read it just a while ago, some time earlier this month on AO3. It's a one-shot, complete. There's Dick & Jason bonding in the latter half too. I've tried searching thru all the tags I could think of, but no luck. :/ Thank you!! <3
Hi! :D
A friend suggests:
Knocking Heads Together by zombiesbecrazy
Jason stops by the manor with gifts for his brothers. Something that they all should have had years ago.
Hi! I'm looking for a story that I read (I believe it was on AO3) where the batfam watch the Greatest Showman. I think it started with some of the younger kids convincing Jason to take them to the theater. Any help is much appreciated!
Hi!
@aeligsido suggests:
Like Fudge by CaptainOzone
Chapter 5 Summary:
In which the Bat siblings go see The Greatest Showman. Twice.