Bite Sized Bits of Fic

He hears a sound from the alley. It's not the sound of an animal rummaging in the trash for food. It's not the sound of one of the homeless trying to find a safe place to sleep. Cocking his head to listen he hears it again. The sound of someone in pain. Softly crying. Knowing he's going to regret this, he finds himself walking in the direction of the sound. He hears the stuttering breaths as the kid tries to get control of his breathing. Crap, it's just a kid. A kid who's been beaten up. He lowers himself down to make himself less frightening. "Hey, kid you all right?"

The kid looks up, terror in his eyes and tries to shrink back from him. He only hits the wall of some building. It knocks his breath out & Mick winces at it. "I'm Mick Rory. I'm not going to hurt you." He puts his hands up in a surrendering posture.

The kid looks at him and he can see him start to relax slightly. "Barry, Barry Allen" He finally breathes out. "They jumped me, two guys." The kid's taken a beating, forming a black eye, split lip and a cut over an eyebrow. Mick shakes his head. Yeah, he's given his share of beats, hell even taken them but never on a kid.

"Do you know who it was?" Why was he even asking? Not like he's going to do anything about it. It's the way of the world. The weak take a beating and the strong dish it out. Poor kid, though. He's all arms and legs and definitely not a fighter. Kid's gonna get his ass handed to him every time.

Barry shakes his head. "No, never seen them before."

Mick grunts in response and stands up. "Well, you should probably get home and cleaned up." He watches as Barry shakes his head.

"No, can't go home. Joe and Iris can't see me like this." Tears threatening to fall.

"They your parents?" Again, why ask? Not like he cares. The kid's hitching breathes catch his attention.

"No, parents are dead. I just live with them." Mick's lips form a silent O at this information.

The words are out of Mick's mouth before he could stop himself. "I don't live far. Come on, you can get cleaned up there." He extends a hand to Barry to help him to his feet. Once standing, Mick looks him over. He's tall and skinny. Mick turns and leads them out of the alley.

A few blocks later they're standing an front of a rundown apartment building. Pushing open the door, he looks back to make sure Barry's still with him. They climb four flights of stairs to get to Mick's small apartment. Small is actually being nice. It's really one room, kitchen (if you can call it that), bedroom and living room all in one with two separate doors, one leading to a closet the other to a bathroom. There's a table and two chairs, a bed and a couch.

Shrugging, Mick looks at him. "Not much to look at. But, it's home, for now."

Barry nods and sits in one of the chairs. Mick gets some ice for Barry's black eye. He shoves the makeshift ice pack at Barry. Barry gives him an a smile and places it over his eye.

"Bathroom's that way. You can get cleaned up if you want." He sits across from Barry, arms crossed over his chest. Barry slowly gets to his feet and goes to the door Mick had pointed to. Several minutes later he returns, a little cleaner. He sits down again, still holding the melting ice pack to his eye.

"Thanks for your help." Barry looks at him, this intimidating man across from him who'd stopped to help him.

Mick shrugs. "Don't mention it." His eyes flash of danger at Barry as he leans in. "No, I mean it. Don't ever mention it. To anyone."

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foxxygoddess.livejournal.com

Just so you know, i absolutely love this! Thank you!

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You're very welcome. I'm so happy you loved it.

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Supernatural, Dean/Sam Winchester Sam helps Dean recover after a demon attack.

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cozy-coffee.livejournal.com

Any, any/any, to kiss away the tears

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The man he loved was in his bed, asleep. Blessedly asleep for the time being. The battle between the Shadowhunters and a trio of lesser demons had been a fierce one. One had been armed with a fire spell. After all was said and done, the demons had been killed. But not without harm to the hunters involved. One being Alec.

Alec came to him after the battle had ended rather than returning to the institute for healing. Magnus opened the door upon hearing what sounded like someone falling against the door. Alec half stood, half leaned against the door jam. Barely. His bright blue eyes were clouded in pain as he held his right side with his left arm. He would live and recover from his wounds.

Magnus helped him in and to his bed. Secretly happy that Alec had come to him. Not at seeing Alec in pain and hurt. Tears stained his skin. Not from the superficial wounds of cuts and bruises but from his wing. He held his right wing against his back. The feathers singed and in some places burned away.

First Magnus gave Alec something to take the edge off the pain before helping him to undress. Allowing Magnus to be able to tend to his wounds. Upon completion of cleaning and dressing the lesser wounds Magnus turned his attention to the wing.

"You're going to have to extend the wing in order for me to look at it." A pained look crossed Magnus' face at the thought of causing him more discomfort.

Alec shook his head and hesitantly stretched his wing away from his body. A hiss of pain escaped his lips, causing tears to slide freely from his eyes. Magnus leaned down, cupping Alec's face in his hands and gently kissed away the tears. He moved around to get a better view of the damage. It could have been worse, but it would take time to heal. He cleaned the singed feathers, rubbing a healing oil on them. The ones that had been burned away were another matter. Alec would have to wait until they grew back. He finished rubbing the area with the healing oil and then bandaged the wing the best he could.

He moved to Alec's left side on the bed and leaned back against the headboard. Gently he pulled Alec to him. Alec settled against his chest, sighing in pain. He looked up at Magnus, shifting trying to find a more comfortable position. Tears of pain forming, threatening to spill from his eyes. Magnus brought his lips to Alec's eyes, gently kissing the tears away until sleep settled over Alec.

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cozy-coffee.livejournal.com

I needed this lovely fic!!! Between the crap day i have had and the crap episode last night with no malec, i needed these beautiful boys being so sweet!!!! Thank you my little angel!!!

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You're welcome. I'm glad this was a bright spot in your day. Hugs!

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creepy_shetan

author's choice, any new couple or new teammates, A has never seen B like this before and is surprised by their own reaction

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creepy_shetan

author's choice, any, "I don't want to talk about it. I don't want advice. I just want you here with me. So shut up."

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creepy_shetan

author's choice, any gen pair or ensemble, a joke falls flat and actually helps in its own pathetic way

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Young Justice (cartoon), Roy Harper +/ any, addiction recovery

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Power Rangers (2017), Billy Cranston/Jason Scott, (non-sexual) overstimulation

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Harry Potter, Dudley Dursley +/ Harry Potter, Dudley realizes the way his parents treat Harry isn't right and tries to offer some comfort

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any, any +/ any, "I never thought it would hurt this much."

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bringthefate.livejournal.com

(I don't think this is quite what you had in mind...but it's what came out when I thought of this prompt. This also came out far longer than I thought with little more than 1k words when I thought it was gonna be like 500 or something.)

Warning for dismemberment...

He howled in pain, falling to one knee with his arm drawn up protectively to his chest. He looked up with wild and crazy eyes, “You...you,”

“I didn’t...I didn’t expect,” Jay stumbled through his words, the blood covered sword in his hand dropping to the floor in a clatter - a sound that echoed around the silent deck.

Harry shook his head in disbelief. This was something that should have been expected, they weren’t playing with wooden swords like all those times as kids. These blades were real and sharp. It was only a matter of time before someone was actually sliced, but to lose a hand seemed extreme.

The son of THE Captain Hook tossed his head back and chuckled, escalating into maniacal laughter that would have made his dear old dad proud. It helped turn his attention elsewhere and not to the tremendous pain in his arm. If there was one good thing his dad taught him, it was to hold back his tears. He held his head high when facing his crew and he’d be damned if let them see a drop of water come from his eyes.

His vision was flooded in blue as soft yet forceful hands took his arm, in just a matter of seconds he felt fabric being wound around the spot his hand was before a solid pressure was pressed to it.

“Ah, princess,” he managed through clenched teeth, the pain coming close to being unbearable now.

“Harry, are…” Evie stopped, shaking her head of the silly question.

He tried to give his most charming smile but knew without a doubt it came as nothing more than a grimace, “I’m right as rain, love. Never better. Your mate got me good,” Harry met Jay’s eyes from beyond Evie’s shoulder, “great job, mate.”

Evie drew his attention back to her, her dark eyes scanning his face before taking a deep breathe. He didn’t miss the tear that slipped from one eye, “Dizzy’s gone to get Yensid. He’s,” she froze, a soft sob escaping her.

“Gone for a year and you’ve gone soft on me,” he teased, giving another failed attempt to smile. He winced as she applied more pressure in response.

He looked down for the first time to see the damage. His hand lied only a few inches from them in a pool of blood. His head spun at the sight, his stomach beginning to do some flips and turns. Harry pulled his attention away from the severed hand and instead down to where Evie held him, the fabrics she used were drenched blood. Her hands. Those pretty petite hands turned red and it was all because of him.

“That’s a lot of blood, princess,” he groaned, refusing to look up even when she tried push his head up.

He heard her call his name over and over. It wasn’t long before he heard his friends. Gil and Uma were calling for him, but their voices sounded farther away. A faint ‘he’s looking a little pale’ made him scoff, he was never scared. He brought fear to others. He was just feeling a little under the weather now. It had nothing to do with all the blood he’d just seen. All of his blood. It had nothing to do with his vision growing blurrier and blurrier until Evie’s tear stained face was swallowed by darkness.

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Harry groaned as he came too. His head was still spinning and his right hand was throbbing. Slowly he willed his eyes to open, surprised to see a dirty ceiling overhead and not the open sky. The bed he rested on was rough but still softer than what he was used to. He brought his right hand up to try and prop himself up, only to yell at the shot of pain that wracked through his body.

“Bloody hell!” he cursed, dropping back against the bed with his arm pulled back up to his chest as he tried to will the pain away.

“No, don’t try to move Harry.”

The barely there touch as enough to ground him, if for a moment, from the fiery pain in his arm. He gave the girl another grimace-like smile.

“Gone a year and now I can’t get rid of you,” he laughed, stopping short as he aggravated the injury. He cleared his throat, eyes falling to where his right hand once was. It was securely wrapped now, the white bandages slowly turning red.

“Yensid did the best with what we have on the Isle. I’m-,” Evie paused her hand reaching out for his and lacing their fingers together, “we’re bringing you back to Auradon. Ben thinks if we plead our case to Fairy Godmother, she’ll use her magic to reattach your hand. It’s the least we can do for what happened.”

Harry followed her gaze. He wanted to laugh at all the expressions staring back at him. Jay winced once their gazes met, offering an apologetic smile as he rubbed the back of his head before disappearing. Carlos simply gave him a thumbs up before following his friend. Mal scowled, her eyes darting from him to Evie and back again, her expression softening only the slightest when he caught her. The young king looked about ready to burst in, for what, Harry had no idea, but he looked just as apologetic as the others before Mal pulled him away. Gil fidgeted at the door, looking torn before giving a small wave. Uma frowned, her arms crossed. She only gave him a raised brow, her own way of telling him she was worried. She didn’t leave like the others, but leaned against the doorframe. Gil’s face came back into view, resting on Uma’s shoulder to watch their friend.

“They’ve been worried,” Evie smiled, her free hand coming to rest over their joint pair.

“Can’t imagine why,” Harry laughed despite it all. He brought his bandaged hand into view. The pain was still there, not so much a burning sensation now. He wondered if Yensid had given him anything to help, “I never thought it would hurt this much.”

Evie blinked, “You...you didn’t think? Harry, your hand was cut off, what were you expecting it to feel like?”

He shrugged, regretting the action immediately. He saw Evie turn to the door. Uma waved her off before she could say a word.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll get the old magician.”

“The old codfish used to tell me stories about that day, you know,” Harry muttered once alone. “That grand fight with Peter Pan. How Peter had only own because he’d taken dad’s hand. He never mentioned the horrible pain that came with it.” He felt Evie squeeze his hand, “He’ll think me a disgrace for fainting at the sight of blood.” Harry frowned. He wasn’t worried too much about his dad, it was the reaction he’d get from Harriet that sent a shiver down his spine.

“That old codfish is full of hot air,” Evie stated, drawing a smile from Harry. She had never liked his father and never shied away from hiding it.

Harry stared just beyond her shoulder where a glint of silver caught his eye. His hook rested on a small table beside his tricorn hat and what he figured to be his hand wrapped in white bandaging. “Think if I ask nicely, Big Blue will let me keep the hook instead?”

The blue haired witch stared down at him in disbelief, a sad smile coming to her lips as she shook her head. “I guess it doesn’t hurt to ask.”

He nodded, satisfied. He hoped she will. Harry settled back, careful as he made himself comfortable. Uma and Gil still hadn’t returned with Yensid and he’s efforts of trying to ignore the pain were making him tired. It wasn’t long before his eyes fell close, Evie muttering a soft, ‘get more rest.’ He listened, letting her soft humming lull him off to sleep.

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Oh dear, poor Harry! I like that he had thought about it when hearing stories about his dad, but hadn't even considered that it would hurt too. Thank you for filling my prompt!!

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Justice League (cartoon), Dinah Lance/Helena Bertinelli, one of them gets hurt and the other visits them in medbay

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The Fast and the Furious, Brian O'Connor +/ Dom Toretto, While undercover, Brian gets a concussion. Dom takes care of him.

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Star Trek AOS, Jim Kirk(/Leonard McCoy or gen) + any, Telling someone about Tarsus is never easy

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The Musketeers, d'Artagnan + Athos & Porthos & Aramis (+ Treville &/or Constance), Being rescued/cared for after torture while in captivity

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The Musketeers, Athos + Porthos & Aramis, They won't let him die—even if that means keeping him from choking to death on his own vomit, on bad nights.

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Stargate: SG-1, Daniel Jackson, gen, Friendly fire doesn't feel that friendly

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Assassin's Creed, Desmond Miles/Shaun Hastings, Shaun comforts Desmond after a nightmare

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Shaun cursed his tendency to sleep lightly. When moths fluttered overhead or Desmond so much as sneezed, Shaun would jolt wide awake, watching for the signs of Bleeding Effect taking hold of Desmond. Not that he'd ever admit it aloud.

Tonight Desmond was moaning indistinctly, and occasionally muttering in what was something Italian-ish - an Ezio dream, then, appropriate enough, given that they were living beneath the Monteriggioni Villa.

Shaun had an idea of how long this dream was going to last and how Desmond was going to waken - screaming, in about five-to-seven minutes, if past experience was a guide. With a moan, Shaun dragged himself out of his sleeping bag and went over to the provisions table, rummaging around and turning on the kettle.

Desmond woke a few minutes later, an anguished cry of "FATHER!" on his lips and tears running down his face. He blinked them away and groaned, catching his breath, spotting Shaun at the provisions table.

"I - Shaun - I - Did I wake you? Sorry," he managed to say, through hands pressed over his face.

"Here," Shaun's voice was suddenly closer, and Desmond drew his hands away from his eyes. "It's tea, not poison."

Desmond took the steaming mug in both hands, grateful for the warmth of the beverage.

"You sure you can spare it?" Desmond asked, aware that Shaun was sparing in his consumption of tea so that he would have enough to see him through the search for Ezio's POE.

Shaun shrugged. "You can always buy me more on the next supply run to Siena," he said.

"Siena?" Desmond asked, sounding (and feeling) suspicious of the Sienese without knowing why.

"Did Ezio not like Siena?" Shaun asked, somehow sounding like he was scoffing and curious.

Desmond thought for a bit. "Definitely not. Mind you, he was a banker's son, so I guess they had rival banks, right? Or did Siena and Florence just hate each other generally?"

Shaun felt satisfied in having successfully distracted Desmond from his nightmare. "Probably. Didn't Mario tell Ezio that Monteriggioni was an enemy of Florence as often as it was friend? I think Siena was the other big power at the time. And they certainly had banks, which had a reputation for not giving pilgrims their deposited money back," he mused, thinking about what he had picked up from locals and tour guides and histories of the region when he had lived with Rebecca in the warehouse in Milan - before finding Desmond. It seemed so long ago, now. "Don't slurp your tea! Heathen."

"I'm not even sorry," Desmond fired back, smiling. "Hey, I know it's ridiculous o'clock, but, you want to go out into the town and look at the sky?"

Shaun heaved a dramatic sigh. "Fine. But next time I'm picking the activity."

For tonight, it seemed, Desmond was okay. And for tonight, it was enough.

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This was perfect! So, so perfect. I loved how Shaun managed to distract Desmond :D

Thank you so much for the fill!

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You are so welcome!

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Star Trek (AOS or TOS), Spock/Leonard McCoy/James Kirk, Bones is sick, it makes him miserable, and Jim and Spock try to comfort him

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MCU, Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes, Bucky learns how to cook Sam's favourite comfort food

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Teen Wolf, Danny Mahealani + Jackson Whittemore, Danny always knows how to calm Jackson down when Jackson needs it

Edited Date: 2017-07-18 04:01 pm (UTC)

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Supergirl (TV)(/Any), Kara Danvers/Any Female Character, Kara saves *character of your choice* from danger and spends the evening with her to comfort her

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Dragon Age, anypair, some things elfroot can't cure

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Dragon Age, Cullen +/ author's choice, dealing with lyrium withdrawals

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Any (please no SPN), any, chronic pain means pain ALL THE TIME

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Mass Effect, Kaidan Alenko/Shepard (+ Chakwas or Mordin), chronic migraines

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