#hope it's gonna be worth the wait

[rendevok]

“Take my hand” pages 12-15

1 - 2 - day 3 - 💙free day❤️ - 4

[seventh-district]

Making Incorrect H:SR Quotes Until I Run Out of (hopefully) Original Ideas - Pt. 4 - Nuthin' but Boothill Edition

[Pt. 1] [Pt. 2] [Pt. 3] [Pt. 5] [Pt. 6]

[rustingcat]

'A Rich Girl With Issues... Lots of Issues' title animation!

This animation is my tribute for @inkedroplets brilliant fic to celebrate its completion!

If you haven't already, please do yourself a favour and go read this amazing fic!

You can click here to start it

This fic has such a special place in my heart, and I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do.❤️

[genericpuff]

every now and then i get folks asking me "puff do you have any opinions on hazbin hotel"

and i know why they're asking because if there's any fandom that puts LO to shame, it's hazbin hotel / helluva boss and surely i must have some Very Strong Opinions(tm) about the show

but i seriously have never watched a single episode of that show and despite all the controversy and drama i've seen come from the discussion of both the show and its creator, the only thing that really bugs me out of the blue when i'm reminded HH exists are those exclusive playbills that people pre-ordered months ago and still haven't arrived

that is it, that is literally the extent of my engagement with the HH fandom, there will be no further questions about what i think regarding HH because i literally have no idea, they are best asked to whoever comes close to being the generic-puff equivalent of the HH fandom

[demonslayedher]

Something I love about being a KnY fangirl in Japan: I can be out running errands and then the most recent opening theme song will play on the loudspeakers and give me energy.

I today I passed by somebody else lip syncing "Mugen."

[honeyhotteok]

hii may i ask for a gun x reader fic, where we just utterly despite our delinquent gun as a normal student, yet he loves us? like, he never makes it obvious but we just hate him, his attitude, his behavior etc, since he always interfere in bloody stuff which we r scared of.. love ya<3

hi anon! thank u for sending in this ask!! tbh writing for gun is a struggle for me but i tried lol also hope u don't mind i went in a slightly different direction with your idea🥹🫶

strawberry milk & cigarettes (gun park x reader)

summary: gun meets gian high school's #1 student.

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"Yamazaki Yuzuru, to the principal's office. Now."

The class erupts into hushed whispers about the summoned new kid - a delinquent rumored to be making his way throughout Japan in order to study different martial arts, a fighting prodigy of sorts.

Gun stands up and makes his way to the classroom door. A turn of his head paired with a cold glare shuts everyone up, leaving a few of your classmates shifting uncomfortably in their seats.

Meanwhile, you're sat there tuning all of this out, head buried in your notebook. Devoting 100% of your concentration to rewriting your notes from the previous class.

Gun is on his way to walking past your desk, but stops in front of it when something catches his attention.

He looks down at your notebook, the pages inscribed with perfectly straight lines of neat handwriting coupled with color-coordinated evenly highlighted blocks. The layers of organization, the penmanship - it's impressive, really.

You feel a pair of eyes on you and notice an inked forearm in front of you peeking through the rolled up black sleeve of his gakuran jacket. Ugh. Great. Another disruptive thug attending this institution, another potential obstacle to your simple goal of pursuing an education.

You finally slowly raise your head to look up at him, unsure why this weirdo is staring at you.

"Can I help y-"

Gun smirks and turns around before your eyes even meet his, walking off before you can finish your sentence.

Leaving you appalled at his complete lack of manners, but with nothing to do but return to your meticulous notes task.

-

"Okay, everyone, pass your homework up to the front."

You turn to the seat behind you to take Gun's paper and you catch a glimpse of the bottom of his sleeve, still bloodied from the fight he just had before class. Your face scrunches up in disgust.

You glance down at his paper and the absolutely illegible chicken scratch scrawled onto it. You can't help but grimace. "What's wrong with your handwriting?"

"Why is it any of your business?"

You scoff at his reply. "Rude bastard," you mutter under your breath.

He leans forward in his seat, a strand of his slicked back black hair falling in front of his face. "What did you just say?"

You're not sure what it is - maybe it's the irritability from lack of sleep, or the academic stress you've been experiencing tenfold this week, or the fact that this new punk's mere existence in your space is starting to get on your nerves. Maybe it's all of the above.

You whip your head back around to face him. "I called you a rude bastard."

He gives you an unreadable stare. The class suddenly falls silent. Shit, maybe you said that a little bit louder than you had intended.

You turn back around in your seat and pass the stack of papers up, both annoyance and embarrassment coursing through you.

Gun's lips curl into an amused smile at the first words anyone at this school has dared utter to his face while looking him in the eye.

-

You walk over to the vending machine down the hall during break time, already fishing for your wallet in anticipation.

Your friend catches up to you and nudges you with her elbow.

"What was that?! You just insulted an actual member of the Yamazaki family!" She says in a hushed voice.

You stare blankly at your friend. "The who?"

"Yamazaki family, of the Yakuza."

You pause. "Wait, he's an actual kid of a Yakuza family? I thought he was just a random pathetic teenage thug nobody..." you mumble. Huh. Maybe it would've served you to not have insulted someone with the ties to actually kill you and get away with it.

You glance at your watch with a wave of your hand. "You know what, I don't have time for this. I'm gonna get my strawberry milk and go study."

You frown as your eyes settle on the empty spiral behind the vending machine window before you. "Aw, they're all out."

Your friend suggests you just buy one of the other drinks instead, but you sigh and tell her to forget it.

Gun, who totally hasn't been trailing a few steps behind you or anything, turns on his heel and beckons one of his new lackeys over.

He opens his mouth, then pauses. "Nevermind, I'll do it myself."

...

Gun's eyes flit between the similar looking white and pink cans of Sangaria Strawberry Milk and Suntory Strawberry Milk sitting on the convenience store refrigerator shelf.

"Dammit, why are there so many strawberry milk brands," he mutters to himself.

He quickly snatches both of them and walks over to the register to pay.

He jogs across the street back to school. He tries to discreetly leave both cans on your desk before the rest of the class trickles back in as break time comes to an end.

You cautiously pick up one of the cans of strawberry milk sitting on your desk, glancing around the room. Uh, what the... Did someone leave these for you?

You lift and inspect the can. "Do you think this could be poisoned?"

Your friend rolls her eyes. "It's a sealed can. Maybe you just have a secret admirer," she says with a grin and nudge.

It's your turn to roll your eyes at her. You shrug and pop open the can. Your spirits instantly lift after your first sip of the creamy fruity beverage.

Gun watches from his desk with his cheek resting in his palm. A faint, extremely weird unfamiliar feeling beginning to stir in his chest.

-

Gun rests his arms on the railing of the upper section of the roof. He takes a long drag of his cigarette.

The door to the lower level of the roof swings open, and to his surprise, it's you walking in. You don't notice him since he remains out of your line of sight unless you look up.

It's been a long, long school day. After pulling another all-nighter studying last night, you're stressed out and sleep-deprived.

You know you should kick this bad habit, maybe after this exam season ends. Which is also what you told yourself last exam season, but whatever. You fumble your cardigan pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes and begin to light one.

Gun raises his eyebrows then chuckles at the sight of Gian High School's perfect and pristine #1 student of all people smoking, and smoking on school grounds to top it off.

You whip your head around at the noise.

Gun immediately ducks his head under the wall thanks to his lightning-quick reflexes.

Nothing but a blank wall behind you. Huh. Maybe the sleep deprivation has you hearing shit now, too.

After enough moments pass, he slowly lifts his head and peeks over the ledge at the back of your silhouette.

He smiles and puts out his own cig, beginning to make his way back in through the stairway door. Your little secret safe with him.

[captainnait]

Just gonna post this one here so you won't think I'm dead or smth um 💥

(bob interp by @ihatearbys 💋)

[satansxknitwear]

Still swingin' 🌻😎

✨My links✨

[runningupthatvecna]

so about that little law of seat partners sequel ....

i know i mentioned having hopes of getting it done before christmas, but it was plagueing the fucking life out of me since forever and especially over the holidays, considering i had planned on writing somewhere around there but work and stuff got in the way .. you know how it is. i was in switzerland over new year's so thankfully i had quite some time on the train to finally really wring my brain out.

point being: it's looking surprisingly well, so well in fact that i am hereby calling to anyone who wants to be on the taglist for when it drops (hopefully in the next couple days, wish me luck)

the sequel will be .. rather spicy (mildly worded, *coughs*), meaning if you want to be tagged, i will check your blog for your age. please make sure that's visible somewhere, otherwise you will not be tagged. if you thought part 4 was intense, you will probably want to hold onto the nearest item to you while taking in the .. events in this one because my oh my i pretty much ended myself writing this, lol

cheerio my loves, n

[daemonwritesstuff]

“A SON FOR A SON”

A/N: this is a little self-insert exchange with my lovely moon, @sugutoad ! this is basically a remake of season 2 episode 1 where Anna is the queen and wife of Aegon. Warning for murder and basically heavy angst later on. I hope this is long enough — Enjoy the show~

A frustrated sigh escaped Aenneth as she was sewing clothes for her children to wear as she continued poking the needle through the fabric she was putting together — she had her eldest daughter in the room, Jaehaera while the other children are learning. Aenneth glanced at her daughter playing with her toys just a few inches away from her, Jaehaera always puts a smile on Anneths face, she was her love and enjoy as her other children were, she wouldn’t know what she would do without them Aenneth thought in her head.

As she went back to doing what she was recently doing she heard footsteps growing closer but paid no attention to who it was since she was to focused into her work. As the footsteps reached the door it was no other man but her beloved husband, Aegon II Targaryen. He waltzed around the room to find his other children, he went to rub his daughters head quickly and whispered something in her ear for her to drop her toys and go to her father.

“Where are the rest of the children?” said Aegon as he was getting a little bit impatient… Aenneth looked up at her husband trying not to smile at the sight of her husband holding their daughter around his waist. “They’re all in the library attending their classes, you must not disturb them” Aenneth said a little scoldingly, she wanted her children to be learning so they’ll become successful one day. “I need them at the council, Jaehaerys is to be king one day and I’m gonna need him and the rest of our children to be there”. There was pretty much nothing Aenneth could say, how can she deny his husband anyways? Before he went through the doors again with his daughter, Aenneth stopped Aegon for a moment to ask him a question.

“Everything will be ok right?” Aenneth said with worry in her voice, Aegon never liked seeing his wife in a state of anxiety. “Of course everything will be ok, I’ll always make sure everything’s ok, nothing will happen I promise” Aegon said as he grabbed Aenneth’s hands and started soothing them, he kissed his wife on lips fast before we went out the doors. Aenneth’s chest was lifted with relief as she started to sew again.

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The chatter in the council room is going as other lords greet each other and say their mornings to each other. The chatter starts to die down and they start to turn their heads towards the King and his children walking into the room, Aegon happily lifts each kid up the steps as they are all giggling and chattering excitingly.

“Good marrow my lords…! Mother.” Aegon said as he was heading towards his own seat, the children were around the table or around their father or grandmother. The council has now begun, they start discussing whatever nonsense the other lords are talking about while the children are starting to mess around with the other lords belongings.

Jaehaerys starts to take a ball off one of the lords decks to distract himself from whatever boring meeting he was in, and he was taking the marble ball from no other than Tyland Lannister, the little boy was starting to get on the Lannister’s nerves but kept them tucked down since he wouldn’t wanna face the wrath of Aegon and sweet-talk with Jaehaerys.

Aegon watches all of his kids lovingly as some of them are messing around with the other lords while some of the other children are sitting on their grandmothers lap resting their head on her shoulder as they fidget with their hands or glance around the room. “My prince can you please stop—“ as the Lannister was about to say something Aegon had stepped in.

“Is the heir to the throne, bothering you my lord?” He said tauntingly as the Lannister started stuttering a little belfre regaining his composure saying “No your Grace…” as he fell silent Jaehaerys puts the marbel ball down where it belonged and started giggling. But later on Aegon sends the kids back to their mother, Aenneth as they needed to go back to their lessons as they whined and pouted as they hugged their father goodbye for now until they saw him again later. Aegon kisses each of the kids foreheads before sending them off for good (now).

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After Aegon finishes with the council he goes on later to meet some of the commoners to discuss what’s been happening in the village and Aegon offering some help to them so he can grow closer with them and gain their trust. But truthfully he wanted to jump into his wife’s arms and relax while watching the kids play around the room as the parents have a glass of wine together as they discussed how their days went and other information.

Afterwards, he finally finished his duty’s and is able to spend time with Aenneth and the children for some time before they go to bed, Aegon tucks all the kids in for bed and leaves their rooms to return to his chambers he shares with his wife, but later on during the night Aenneth can somehow hear footsteps… who would be up at this time though? all the servants and maids left the palace and the guards are at the doors but they don’t walk either… Aenneth can sense something bad was about to happen to one of the children so she hurry’s to the twins (Jaehaerys & Jaehaera’s) rooms.

Aenneth spots no one, but she stays in the twins rooms… they still weren’t awake but suddenly a strange man came behind Aenneth and started manhandling her, Aenneth tried with all her strength to fight off the two men but they were too strong… They were gonna kill one of the twins and she couldn’t do anything about it, Aenneth begged the two unknown men to let them go but they wouldn’t budge, fate has already arrived. She took Jaehaera in her arms and covered her face with her shoulders to hide what was happening… she can hear her poor son’s crys for help until she heard a slash, Aenneth felt her heart drop to her stomach and her blood turned cold. They killed the boy, Aenneth thought to herself as she was going to get help.

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After the incident that occurred Aenneth could not eat, drink or sleep after what happened… “I should’ve done more” she said has she was in her own world as she was descending herself into madness and despair. She blamed herself for what had happened to her own son. Aegon was also in despair as well, when he heard the news he flipped out really bad and now declares war with the black side.

She hasn’t received any comfort yet from him, he was also in the same state as her she can’t blame him either. No one is at fault here either, it was whoever those men were and the black team. Now she truly despised them. As Aenneth was walking to her room later on during the day she went by Aegon and he managed to stop her and was able to to go somewhere private without having their other children involved.

“This is all my fault”… said Aenneth as she weeped to her husband, she was holding onto all of this guilt and started letting it all out. “I tried and tried saving him but it was too late…” she was wailing now, Aegon’s heart was hurting for his wife, they lost their child and they needed each other more than ever. “No Aenneth, don’t you even say this was your fault!” He raised his time a little while saying this, he didn’t wanna see his wife crying more. “Whoever killed our son is to blame, including that cunt of a sister as well” Aegon said, he went to put his arms around Aenneth and hug her tightly and pet through her hair.

“We will avenge our son, we will get justice”. He meant it when he said this. With his wife by his side he will win the war and serve justice to his dead son.

[montydrawsstuff]

Ooooooh new cover drop!! Lookie at this one!

It’s seems we’re coming to some kind of dramatic turn!

Really like this cover, tell me what y’all think!

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

𝐬 𝐦 𝐨 𝐤 𝐞 𝐛 𝐫 𝐞 𝐚 𝐤

two versions because i'm indecisive hhh >:')

[illiana-mystery]

What a lovely man...

[eowynstwin]

bless us with some domestic hcs of soap madi

Happily!

Shoes off at the door. His maw was never afraid to whack him upside the head if he tracked dirt into her house, so he’s followed this rule ever since.

Contrary to popular belief, Soap is a decent cook. He won’t be making anything spectacular, he’s a meat and potatoes man through and though, but he isn’t afraid of seasoning. It never looks pretty on the plate, but it always tastes good, and he’s always happy to cook for you. Also, his bacon and eggs are top notch.

You don’t understand—he is ALWAYS ready to thrown down if you come at him with a pillow. He could be just stepping through the door after a month away, and if a big fluffy projectile flies at him he won’t even FLINCH. You’ll definitely lose, but he’ll make it up to you *ahem* other ways.

Likes to do chores together. Weekends often see the two of you sitting on the couch folding warm laundry fresh from the dryer, talking about anything and everything. (You do have to keep an eye on your underwear when he’s folding it. Your favorites have been known to “disappear” every now and again.)

Goes to the gym daily when he’s home, and sends you thirst traps constantly. When he’s home, “Did y’get what I sent you, bonnie?” with the most exaggerated wink.

TV time is cuddle time, no exceptions. He needs to hold onto you like a giant stuffed animal, and has been known to whine about it when you have to get up to go to the bathroom. “Aw, hen, c’mon, I just got comfortable!”

Similarly, you are his teddy bear when you both go to sleep for the night. Even if he falls asleep apart from you, he will reach out in the middle of the night and drag you to him. The first few nights he’s home after being away, it’s almost like he’s trying to pull you into his own body.

He wakes up before you to go jogging, and is home and has your coffee ready for you by the time you’re waking up. He’s the rare kind of morning person that isn’t annoying, at least not usually. If you’ve had sex the night before, he will annoy you awake, because he loves you.

Loves loves LOVES making weekend plans. Wants to go hiking or take fun classes or try that new Indian place that opened up a few blocks over. Johnny’s bliss comes from sharing every bit of life with you that he can.

[luckyyyduckyyy]

a challenger approaches! surrender all your candy! >:)

OH HO HO! A CHALLENGER! You'll be taking no candy from this gal, no-sir-ee!

Only two pokemon each? Then let's make this a double battle shall we?

Alright everyone! Let's-!

I knew the security system would finally come to use! The last log was only a few minutes-

Ah.

To think we've found TWO criminals... Verrrry fortunate. I believe we indeed did. Let's apply them to the this new route.

NEW CHALLENGERS: SUBWAY MASTERS SUN AND MOON GO FULL STEAM AHEAD!

...

We're so cooked....

(I had too much fun making the faces.... I had to do multiple versions)

[youngpettyqueen]

for prompts, might I suggest a number 14 with Julian takin care of Kira, and a ‘it feels worse than it looks—no wait-‘ with Julian being a bad patient?

oh my god I finally fucking finished it.

I am SO SORRY this took so long I got hit with. the most violent writer's block ive had in a HOT minute and this had me fighting for my life. I dont even know how many times I wrote and rewrote this. I went through so many different ideas it was actually ridiculous. at one point I had something finished but it Was Not Good and I dont believe in posting writing I dont like so I scrapped it and started again

I keep waffling on whether or not I like this, but thats entirely because ive spent way too long staring at it. im sure in a few days ill actually really like it, cause I really like the dialogue, which was what I wrote out first. pulling myself out of my perfectionism, I do think I like this, and at the very least im proud of getting it down when it gave me so much trouble

again, im so sorry it took so long, but writer's block is a bitch and ive had a lot going on lately, so I hope you understand <3

for the readers- 14 on the list is "Stop pretending that any of this is ok. It's not." I did adjust that one a bit cause I was having trouble making it flow. but, without further ado, here's what I've got! 

Kira slides down with her back against the wall, grinding her teeth as she clutches at her wounded shoulder. The pain is still hot, the hole burned into her skin practically still smoking. She hisses as her palm makes contact with the sticky, raw flesh, but she still clamps down. 

“Anytime you wanna get over here, Julian!” She calls, her voice strained. 

“Doing my best, Major!” Julian calls from where he is, hunkered down behind some debris as a makeshift shield against the barrage of disruptor fire. 

This is, in eloquent terms, a right fucking mess. Getting into a fight with a bunch of Jem’Hadar soldiers is never a good thing, even when they’re prepared. When they’re not prepared, it’s even worse. And this time, they weren’t prepared. Because there weren’t supposed to be any Jem’Hadar on this planet. This was supposed to be a quick pit stop for the Defiant, replacing some whatsit that O’Brien said was damaged in their last firefight, but then there were Jem’Hadar soldiers and they’ve managed to land themselves in a whole different firefight. 

It really just hasn’t been a great week. 

Kira inches closer to the wall’s edge. Her grip on her phaser isn’t stable, but it’ll have to do. She takes a deep, steadying breath, and then she twists over so that she’s peering out from behind the corner. She spots the Jem’Hadar pinning them down, quick count tells here there’s 3 of them, and she snaps her phaser up to hit them with some fire of her own. The motion pulls at her injured shoulder in a way that makes her want to scream, but she bites down on it. 

Julian, bless him, takes the opportunity to lunge out from behind the debris. He scrambles across the gap, barely dodging the returning fire from the Jem’Hadar, and manages to throw himself down behind the security of the wall. He plasters himself up against the wall beside Kira, right as she ducks back behind cover as the Jem’Hadar’s fire intensifies. 

Kira looks at him. He looks at her. He’s breathing hard and heavy, his hair a mess and dirt and blood staining his face. She musters up a grin to tell him, “You’re late.”

Julian gives her a flat look as he turns to her. “Forgive me, it’s a bit difficult to make house calls in the middle of a battlefield,” He replies, sounding very, very tired. But then his eyes flick to her bloody hand, still clamped over her wounded shoulder, and she watches his expression shift as he clicks back into what’s affectionately referred to as doctor mode, “Let’s see that shoulder, then.” 

Kira moves her hand, letting Julian get a look at the wound. She winces as he pulls aside the burnt fabric, taking a deep breath in through her nose and resisting the reflex to jerk away. “How’s it look?” She asks, mostly just to distract herself. 

“Like it needs more than what I’ve got,” Julian replies, frowning, “The dermal regenerator I have will do for now, but this is deep. I’ll need to immobilize your arm,” He tells her, giving her an apologetic look, “If you move it too much, you’ll risk tearing it open again.”

“Just do what you have to,” Kira tells him, “Won’t be the first time I’ve had to shoot myself out with only one arm.” 

Julian nods, and returns his attention to her wound. “Right,” He pulls his kit up and rifles through it for a second. The first thing he pulls out is a hypospray, which he quickly sticks into her neck. Kira relaxes fractionally as the painkillers immediately start to work, dulling some of the burning in her shoulder. Then he’s pulling out the dermal regenerator, and bracing his hand against her shoulder again, “Try to hold still.” He advises.

Kira just gives a tight nod, already gritting her teeth and bracing herself. She feels the dermal regenerator start to work. The hypo helps, but it doesn’t take away that burning, itchy sort of feeling of muscle and nerves and skin stitching itself back together inch by inch. She clenches her fists tight, breathing hard through her nose as Julian works. 

“Sorry, I know this stings,” Julian says, “I’m doing the best I can. This regenerator wasn’t meant for a wound like this.” 

Kira grunts a wordless acknowledgement. If she says anything, it’s just going to be a string of curses. Instead, she focuses on keeping her ear on the sound of disruptor fire, making sure it isn’t getting closer. If the Jem’Hadar decide to come after them, she wants to be ready. 

“Done,” Julian pipes up. She looks over as he puts the regenerator back in his kit, taking the worst of the pain with it and leaving her with a dull ache, “That’s the hard part done. I’m going to move your arm now,” His hands are gentle, taking her arm and carefully easing it away from her side, “There we go. Alright, hold it there, please.” 

Kira does. Julian sits back, and unzips his jacket to get at his undershirt. “This will have to do,” He tells her, tearing a couple of strips from his undershirt, “These won’t be the most comfortable, but they’ll have to do. I’m out of bandages.” He leans back in, starting to bind her arm with the torn fabric.

“Sorry about your shirt.” She cracks weakly.

“I’ll get a new one.” He replies, without so much as a smile.

She hates how flat his voice is. Hates how… unlike him, it is. Quiet, with no bite. “C’mon, Julian, where’s that boyish optimism of yours?” She asks, “I could really use a hit of it right about now.”

Julian secures the bandage around her arm. “I must’ve dropped it when they started shooting at us,” He says, not meeting her eyes, “Do me a favour, Major. Don’t pretend any of this is ok,” He sits back again, still not meeting her eyes, all caught up in taking in his work, “Cause it’s really not.” He does look her in the eye, then. And he looks so… tired.

But then, he’s looked like that for a while, hasn’t he?

Kira gives him a smile. A sad, quiet little smile. “I never said any of this was ok,” She corrects, “I’m just… used to it, at this point.” Very, very used to it. Used to it in a way she hopes he never is. 

Julian considers that for a moment. His expression is hard to read- sad, maybe. Sympathetic. Then he sighs, and breaks eye contact. “Well, I suppose I’m getting used to it, too,” He scrubs a bloody hand through his hair, “We should get going. Can you walk?” He asks.

No time for sentiment, then. Kira nods. “It’s just the arm,” She assures him, “I can do a hell of a lot more than walk.”

“Good,” Julian starts to push himself up to stand, “Let’s-“ He doesn’t get far. He wobbles suddenly, his eyes widening slightly as he nearly topples right over. He barely manages to catch himself, bracing a hand against the wall before he can fall against it.

Kira quickly reaches out to steady him. “Julian?” She sits up, frowning, “What’s wrong?”

Julian frowns, confused. “I… don’t know,” He says, looking down, “I can’t feel my-“ He cuts off, suddenly, his eyes fixing on something, “Ah.”

Kira’s brow furrows. “Ah? What’s-“ She follows his gaze, and comes to the same abrupt halt as she sees just what he’s found, “Ah.” 

Julian has a substantial wound in his thigh. A chunk of his pant leg has been burned away, revealing a raw, painful-looking burn that’s steadily oozing blood down his leg. Kira’s eyes widen at the sight of it. That doesn’t look good. That really doesn’t look good.

“Well,” Julian says, “That’s not ideal.” And then he sways alarmingly, nearly crumpling right to the ground.

“Julian!” Kira lurches forward, manages to catch him by the arms. He grimaces as he eases himself down, taking his weight off his injured leg, “Damnit, Julian, what were you thinking ignoring this? Gimme that tricorder-“ She reaches for his medkit, not waiting for him as she rummages through it herself.

“I wasn’t ignoring it!” He exclaims, “I couldn’t feel it! Honest!” 

Kira finds the tricorder and pulls it out. “Don’t tell me they augmented the ability to feel pain out of you,” He shifts again, adjusting his position to give her a better angle to scan him, and it draws a painful hiss out of him, “Guess not.” She hums.

Julian manages a weak chuckle, the first one she’s gotten out of him all day. “Not as such,” He confirms, “I’ve just been- gah!” He grinds his molars as she pulls the burnt fabric away from the wound, “Preoccupied.” He growls.

Kira huffs softly as she reads the results on the tricorder. It’s not a fun wound. “So busy trying not to get shot that you didn’t realize you got shot?” She asks, arching a brow at him, “I’m almost impressed.”

“Only almost?” Julian asks, all mock indignation, “I’d hate to see what I’d have to do to actually impress you,” He mutters. His eyes drift down, then back up at her. He looks worried, “How bad is it?”

Kira puts the tricorder down. “How bad does it feel?” She dodges. 

“Pfft, this little thing?” He scoffs, gives a weak little wave that’s probably went to ‘wave off’ the pain, “It’s nothing. Just a scratch. It feels worse than it… no. No, wait, that’s not right,” He blinks, and she can almost see the gears in his head turning as he tries to figure out the order of the words, “I don’t mean to alarm you, Major, but I think the shock might be setting in.” He tells her.

Kira can’t help but roll her eyes. “No kidding,” She says, “This isn’t my first time, Julian. Hand me the regenerator, I’ll do what I can with it.” She holds her hand out expectantly.

Julian hands it over. “Now who’s being serious?” He asks.

Kira adjusts how she’s holding him, making sure she’s holding the burnt edges of his uniform away from his skin so that she doesn’t accidentally fuse any fabric to him. “Oh, so you can make jokes,” She takes the dermal regenerator and adjusts her hold on it, making sure it won’t slide out of her hand, which is slick with blood, “I thought you dropped that along with your optimism.” She gets the regenerator going, doing what she can with the wound.

Julian chuckles again, grins at her. “I told you, the shock’s setting in,” He replies, all charm, “I’ll say anything just to say anything. Apologies, but I’m going to be talking your ear off until we get out of here.” He warns.

Kira keeps her eyes on her work, keeps her hand braced on his thigh to hold him still. “As opposed to when you don’t talk my ear off.” She counters. After a few seconds, she can see that the burn’s healed as much as it’s going to. She switches the regenerator off and hands it back to him.

“Rude,” Julian huffs, taking the regenerator and putting it back in his medkit, “How’d the regenerator do? I don’t want to look.” He’s looking even as he says it, like he can’t help himself. 

“It’ll hold,” She tells him, not seeing any point in sugar-coating it. He would see right through her in a second, “For now. I’m gonna bandage it, just in case,” She adds. Now it’s her turn to get at her undershirt, tear it up for strips of fabric, “I liked this shirt, you know.” She informs him as she does.

“I suppose we’re even, then,” Julian cracks weakly, “Have I ever told you you’d make a great medic?” He asks.

There’s the Julian she knows. “Flattery will get you nowhere,” She tells him. Satisfied with her bandages, she gets them ready, “I do have one question for you, Doctor.” 

Julian frowns, confused. Yeah, the shock really has set in if he can’t see what she’s doing. “Go ahead.” He invites.

Kira starts wrapping his leg. “What are your plans for the rest of the day?” She asks.

He looks even more confused. “What are my-“ She yanks the bandages tight before he can finish, and he cuts off with a pitched yelp, “Fuck!”

Maybe it’s a bit mean to chuckle, but Kira can’t help it. She doesn’t often get to hear him curse. “Oh, language,” She tuts as she finishes tying the bandages off, “There. Nice and tight. That oughta hold you together till we get out of here.” She gives his knee a pat. 

Julian pouts at her. “You enjoyed that.” He accuses. 

“I did no such thing,” Kira replies smoothly as she pulls his medkit closer to her and starts rifling through it, not bothering to ask him, “Want a hypo?” She offers.

“No,” Julian shakes his head, making her stop short and give him an incredulous look, “I’ve only got the one left. Save it for someone who needs it.” He reasons. 

Her look quickly flattens. “Don’t start with the heroics, Julian,” She advises, “You’re not gonna be treating any patients until after you’ve been treated. On the Defiant.” She doubts he can even stand on his own, let alone treat people.

“I can hold out till then,” He insists, “Someone else might-“

“Julian,” Kira cuts in, not giving him any room to argue, “Take the fucking hypo.” 

Julian’s brows shoot up and he looks a little stunned. Just for a moment, though, before he huffs a bit of a laugh. “Now who needs to watch their language,” He says, his tone light and teasing, “Alright, go ahead.” He nods.

Kira takes the hypo out of his kit. “Oh, thank you,” She replies, making sure her own tone savours strongly of sarcasm, “You’re a terrible patient, you know that?” 

There’s that grin again. All charm. “So Nurse Jabara keeps telling me.” He replies, like the pain in the ass he is.

“You should listen to her. She’s always right,” Kira sticks the hypo in his neck, and watches his shoulders instantly sink down a notch. She didn’t even realize how tense he was, “Better?” She asks. 

Julian takes a deep breath. Probably the first one he’s taken all day. “…Much,” He admits, with the decency to look a little sheepish, “Thank you, Major.” His smile’s a bit less charm now, a bit more sincere.

Kira finds herself smiling back. “Anytime,” She says. She shoots a quick look around, regaining her bearings a bit now that they’re both taken care of. She can still hear blasters firing, but not as close. They might’ve moved off somewhere else. Or they could be waiting, “We should probably get moving.” She suggests.

“Probably,” Julian agrees, “Just one problem, though. I don’t think I can walk.” He tells her.

Kira figured. “Can you limp?” She asks, “I’ve still got two good shoulders, both perfectly good for leaning on.” She offers, patting her shoulder for emphasis.

There’s that glint in his eye. First time she’s seen it today- stubborn determination, or, in another word, cocky. “I think I can manage that.” He says.

Kira grins. “Great,” She ducks in and gets her arm around his waist, pulling him in snug against her as he wraps his arm around her shoulders, “Alright, lean on me. Steady. And…” She pushes herself up, and brings him with her. He leans heavy into her side, and she tightens her hold on him to keep him steady, “Up we go. Ready?” She asks.

Julian takes a moment to find his balance, shifting most of his weight off of his injured leg and compensating on Kira’s shoulder. “As I can be,” He tells her with a nod, “Let’s go.”

And they’re off. Making quite the sight as they hobble back into the action, pressed hip to hip and clinging tight to each other. But, hey, they’re still kicking, and they’ve still got their phasers, so they’ll make do. They always do.