#mmm paralyte

[drearygenie]

I LOVE WOMEN SO MUCH THANK YOU FOR FEEDING ME

i love drawing elleve comfort grislees back pain !!

also HER AND PARALYTE SHOULD TOTALLY HAVE BACKSTORY URGH. PHUCK. if i could id rewrite tftsd as a show where the parallels and character development were able to be foreshadowed and controlled

wanted to write some bo stuff because she has like less then 10 minutes screen time despite being important. and for @drearygenie

- 100% 🏳️‍⚧️ i can feel it in my bones

- i feel like she tetters on a scale of very quiet (not shy, quiet) and extremely loud of boisterous. i don’t think she’d be very emotional, very stoic and reserved like a rock

- grew up poor, was poor their whole life, that’s why she worked in the mines. very physically strong. second youngest infinight

-she’s a genasi and they’re like. spirits almost so i think it would be really funny if she popped out of the ground one day and that’s how she was born lol

-^ at least, that’s what she would tell slique and spectril and they would believe her lol

- i think her and paralyte should���ve been friends pre kidnapping. poor kid and mayors daughter. doomed yuri does anyone hear me

- i don’t think she would’ve talked to her fellow miners until she got hurt. doenst like making friends, thinks she’s bad at it / a bad friend. knew paralyte the longest

- just insecure in general, especially because of the squalid way she grew up

- not entirely sure how she became an infinight, she was kinda in shock and went with it and now it’s too late to say anything lol

- wears a back brace

- chronic back pain

- marcy has helped beautify her back brace so they feel better wearing it

- woman kissserrrrrrrr

- i think her and marcy should get to be a little codependent on each other after being forcefully fused. as a treat

- i think they both feel weird being separate after being fused so they either refuse or hold each other really really tight

- knows everything about marcy because their brains were literally together. this goes both ways

- no seriously can we talk about how fucked up grisleve is. why did paralyte do that. what is her problem

tell me who to do next im bored :p

[ravennaortiz]

Moaning in the Morgue

Summary: Tig and reader get naughty in the Morgue. As always 18+. *Consensual/planned out roleplay with paralytic drugs mentioned as well as minor knife play*

“This is probably our most expensive role play yet” chuckled Tig as he glanced up at you as you made your way into Charming’s newly renovated morgue. He had gotten there earlier to setup in a smaller room that hadn’t been used yet in the new building. Cameras and screens were on and facing the stainless steel table in the middle of the room. He had a thin heating mat on top of it to help keep you comfortable. Tools and a syringe were laid out neatly on the mayo stand next to it as well as exam gloves.

“Is this too crazy? I mean fucking in a morgue is one thing. Sedating myself with a paralytic to give a more real feeling?” you inquired as you set your bags down on a table. You had not gotten ready yet as Tig wanted to see you for the first time on the table for authenticity. Your face scrunched with worry as you turned to him.

“Getting cold feet already Doll?” joked Tig as he grinned at you making you roll your eyes. Tig walked over to you and pulled you into his arms kissing your forehead. “Jokes aside. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want too” he murmured as you leaned into him. You mulled his words over as you took in his soothing presence. You two were adventurous to say the least and this had been just as much your idea as his. The two of you had planned this out well. Even roping Chibs in to hangout in the hall in case of an emergency due to his medical knowledge.

“I still want too. Let me go get ready”. You gave him a kiss before grabbing your bags and going to get ready.  Tig smiled as he watched you disappear before he went back to double checking everything was in place and ready. Moving over to the thermostat and turned it down before turning the main lights off before going to change himself and wait.

Tig glanced up as Chibs stepped out of the room and gave him a quick nod before taking up his seat outside the door. Taking a deep breath he made his way inside. His eyes zeroed in on the table where you lay. He chuckled as he approached. You were completely covered head to toe in a white sheet, ever the perfectionist. Whistling he grabbed the sheet and whisked it off, tossing it casually to the floor.

“Wow” he murmured as he looked over your naked body. You had used body paint and makeup to make yourself look very much dead. His fingers traced along your cheek noting how cold you felt before moving his thumb along your lip . He then leaned over and planted a gentle kiss to them before moving back to put on the exam gloves.

You followed his movements on the tv screen above your head. It was surreal to see him touching you but not be able to feel it. Too know he was running the blade of a knife around your nipples making them harden before tracing the knife down your abdomen to your core.

“Wet already Doll” he stated in amazement as he pushed your thighs apart. Your arousal glistening in the overhead light. Carefully Tig slid the knife through your folds before bringing it to his mouth and licking it. His eyes locked on yours the whole time. “So sweet”. Setting the knife down Tig grabbed a couple clamps from the stand and attached them to your nipples and clit. You noted these weren’t the usual ones you too played but it didn’t take you long to realize his plan.

“mmm” you choked out somehow when the pulses of electricity coursed through your body as Tig fiddled with a remote. “I hoped that would work. Feel good love?” questioned Tig as he caught your eye waiting for your blinks. “Good” he stated once he got the affirming number of blinks.

Quickly he slipped two gloved fingers into you clamping his eyes at how wet you were as he pushed In and out of you. The only sound that of your wet pussy as he finger fucked you into an orgasm. “Think I’m going to have to go deeper” grunted Tig before opening his doctors coat and pumping his cock a couple times before moving to the foot of the table. Grabbing your legs he gave you a tug and pulled your ass to the end. He put one leg over his shoulder as he lined his cock up with your entrance.

While holding eye contact he slowly pushed into you. Biting his lip as he moaned as your soft walls gripped and fluttered along his length. Once he was all the way in he turned the electrical clamps on low to pulsate randomly.

“Fuck baby” he hissed as you tightened around him in response. “So tight” he groaned as he started to slowly fuck In and out of you. You watched the screen as he fucked you and your body was shocked. Breakthrough moans and whimpers escaping from your mouth every now and then. Tig was panting as he fucked you harder and faster his pace starting to falter. A rush of fluid and your clenching body told him you had cum again. Pulling from you he flipped your body over in a swift movement before shoving himself back inside of you. Grabbing your hair in one hand he used it to pull you back towards him while the other hand slapped your ass. Tig frantically pumped in and out of you a few more times before he released himself deep inside you calling your name as he did.

After a couple minutes he pulled from you slowly. His eyes fixed on your core as he dripped out of you before turning you back over and pushing you back onto the table. Carefully he climbed onto the table his cock hardening again as he looked over you. Grabbing your hips he lifted your lower half onto his lap, angling his cock to notch the head at your ass. Your eyes widened a bit.

“You are okay Doll. Just like normal” soothed Tig as he pushed two curled fingers up into your pussy as he started to push his cock into your ass. You felt full on top of the warm and floating sensation. The room was soon once again filled with Tigs moans and grunts, the slapping of skin and the squelching of your pussy as Tig fucked you. After a few minutes he came again with a snarl.

“Can’t wait to fuck you while we watch this. Have your legs locked around my waist as you claw my back up.” Murmured Tig as he sucked at your neck before kissing down your chest to your breast. This was going to be a long night you thought to yourself as you saw his cock starting to rise again as he sucked at your nipples.

[episims]

"But if there was an elephant-"

"You always talk about those elephants, Ellie! I think Hunter's cuter anyway."

"Mommy... I can't see the telly."

"Sorry, sweetheart. What's this thing about elephants?"

"Oh, Ellie thinks it would be a good pet-"

"It would."

"You're wrong!! Where would you even put it?"

"In the forest!"

"Mmm. And what do you think, Amelia?"

"Um... I just want to see the telly?"

"Great news, my rose! Dr. Storm had managed to get me an on-the-job learning license-"

"Um, what's that?"

"It means I can start to do minor operations! Under a licensed doctor's supervision, but still. She had even negotiated me a few extra night shifts from that military base so I'll quickly get used to the routine-"

"Dad said he's going to be paralytic!"

"A paramedic, Pumpkin."

[221bsunsettowers]

First Line of Your Last 20 Stories!

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

Thank you to @acejuddryder and @buddie-buddie for the tag! I went with finished and posted stories for this.

1) Like You’d Get Your Knuckles Bloody for Me (9-1-1 Lone Star, Tarlos)

TK had always known Carlos would come for him.

2) I Shake and I Shiver Just to Feel You Breathe (9-1-1 Lone Star, Tarlos)

It definitely wasn't a secret to Carlos' coworkers he was in a serious committed relationship with a firefighter from the 126.

3) Swear to Be Over-Dramatic and True to My Lover (9-1-1, Buddie)

Sighing, Eddie walked up the fire station stairs.

4) In Which Eddie Finds Out About the Flaming Car Driven By a Dog, and the 126 Find Out About Buck and Eddie (9-1-1/9-1-1 Lone Star Crossover, Buddie plus firefams)

"I already have a boyfriend and it's pretty serious," TK says, making sure he smiles at Buck to take what (he thinks is) the sting out of the words.

5) I Would Give My Life Before I Break My Promise to You (9-1-1, Buddie)

"The person who called it in thought he might have had a heart attack," Bobby said, gesturing towards the telephone pole.

6) Found Forever on a Field Trip (9-1-1 Lone Star, Tarlos AU, Preschool Teacher Tarlos and Firefighter TK)

The school bus pulled up to Fire Safety Squad, and the twenty preschool students on the bus squealed and screamed in excitement, only their old school seat length seat belts keeping them from hurling their bodies up and into the aisle.

7) Fill Up Your Lungs (9-1-1 Lone Star, Tarlos)

Carlos feels the world turn upside down.

8) Please Don’t Go Where I Can’t Follow (9-1-1 Lone Star, Tarlos)

It had taken three hours and fourteen minutes to find Carlos.

9) Keep My Head Above Water (9-1-1, Buddie)

"Eds, do you have the list?" Buck asked, perched on the couch at the fire station, cell phone to his ear.

10) You Had a Speech, You’re Speechless (9-1-1 Lone Star, Tarlos)

"Mmm, baby, you were right, that was exactly what I needed," TK sighs happily, laying his fork down on his now empty plate.

11) I’m Going Back to the Start (9-1-1, Buddie)

"Eds, what in the world are we doing here?" Buck glances around the darkness, the nearest streetlight unable to pierce the blackness.

12) Drop Out Under Our Feet (9-1-1, Buddie)

"Remind me why we're doing this again?" Eddie asked, as he fell once again onto the ice, Buck landing not far behind him.

13) What Happens When You See My Face Again (The Witcher, Geralt/Jaskier)

"I've been telling you since you locked me in this filthy excuse for a cage," Jaskier sighed, leaning back against the bars.

14) Put My Name at the Top of Your List (9-1-1, Buddie)

Eddie and Buck were waiting in their usual spots in front of Eddie's truck when Christopher came out of school, watching him wave goodbye to his teacher before he spotted them and his whole face lit up.

15) Let That Lonely Feeling Wash Away (9-1-1, Buddie)

Buck watched the team run out of the grocery store and into the parking lot, watched them start to handle whatever road rage incident was currently occurring.

16)  The Musketeers (BBC): Hostage Situation 

D'Artagnan may not have taken pride in the fact that he had been captured, but he did take pride in the fact that it had taken six Red Guards to take him down, and even then, he had landed a hit on every single one before being knocked out from behind.

17)  "I know you can't talk, but I just want you to know I'm not going anywhere." (9-1-1, Buddie)

“It was a paralytic agent, Buck, they’re trying to figure out what exactly now.

18) Hold My Hand (9-1-1, Buddie)

It happened, Eddie would swear later, in a literal blink of an eye.

19)  "Hey, don't listen to them." (Shadowhunters, Magnus/Alec)

Magnus was used to this, he really was.

20) All These Thoughts I’ve Been Saving (The Witcher, Geralt/Jaskier, plus friend Yennifer)

Geralt wouldn’t trade the pain in his neck right now for anything.

For patterns, I definitely use first names in first lines more than I realized, and I use a lot more dialogue in first lines than I realized either. 

I’m tagging @morganaspendragonss @bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher @thecomfortofoldstorries @moviegeek03 @officereyes @i-had-bucky @tabbytabbytabby @bellakitse @a-beautiful-struggle-of-life @marjansmarwani 

Please feel free to ignore if you’ve already done this one :)

[lady-divine-writes]

The First Time That Wasn’t (Rated PG13)

(Inspired by this post from the lovely @digopheliadug This is my first fic for his post. I have one more coming. 1311 words)

“Oh, Crowley …” Aziraphale murmurs as slowly, ever so slowly, Crowley undoes the buttons of Aziraphale’s shirt, placing feather-like kisses on the skin underneath each one.

“Mmm … angel …”

Aziraphale threads his fingers in Crowley’s hair as another button opens … then another … the demon’s lips paving a path to his belly, and then, after that, the waistband of his slacks.

And then …

“Oh …” Aziraphale swallows hard with the realization of where his husband’s mouth is headed. His heart inches up his neck with every beat, his hands start to shake, his fingers curling around strands of Crowley’s hair and tightening … tightening … tightening. “Mmm … uh … nnnnn …”

“Mmm … ow!” Crowley jerks back, his gaze flickering up to his husband’s face tilted up to the ceiling, lips and eyes pinched shut, the muscles in his neck so tense Crowley can make out every single vein. “Uh … Aziraphale? Darling? Is there something the matter?”

Aziraphale’s eyes snap open. He looks down his body, meeting Crowley’s concerned stare, and smiles a little too brightly. “No! Nothing! Nothing is the matter! Why ever would you think there’s something the matter?”

“Well, don’t get me wrong but the iron grip you have on my hair there was my first clue.”

“Oh.” Aziraphale loosens his hold, patting down the hair on Crowley’s crown, flattening it against his head. “I just ... think I'm overthinking things. But please, by all means, continue.”

Crowley tosses his hair back off his forehead and rolls his eyes. “How kind of you to give me permission.”

He decides to take a pause, give Aziraphale room to breathe. He kneels up and removes his own shirt, tossing it across the bed and onto the seat of a nearby chair. Aziraphale stares up at his husband - at his lust-filled eyes glowing gold, at his bare chest, at the obvious muscles in his arms and shoulders, at the pleasing way they ripple downward to his narrow waist.

‘Oh my …’ he thinks, his lower lip trembling as Crowley’s eyes move down his angel’s face, his gaze traveling over the length of his body. ‘When Crowley came up with his human form, he didn’t skimp on the details, did he?’

It’s not all that important to him, but Aziraphale has to admit, his husband is gorgeous.

Crowley’s eyes stop at Aziraphale’s belt.

He licks his lips, and Aziraphale’s heart shudders. His cheeks redder than the late-summer sun, he turns his head away. Crowley catches it, as well as the growing expression of terror on his face, and arches an eyebrow.

“Aziraphale … darling … is everything all right?”

“Yes!” he chirps. “Everything’s … everything’s fine! I just … I have a question.”

“Okay …” Crowley leans forward and kisses Aziraphale’s exposed neck, deciding to continue while they talk as long as everything’s still good. “Shoot.”

“Uh … have you ever … done this before?” He side-eyes his demon much the way a mouse might fight through paralytic fear to look at an owl right before it’s about to get devoured.

And that definitely isn’t lost on Crowley, even with his face buried in his angel’s neck.

“Technically … no.”

“Technically? What do you mean technically?”

“Well, I’m a demon, aren’t I? There’re a lot of things I do that I don’t need to do and vice versa. I don’t need to have sex with humans to tempt them. I could have sex with the humans I tempt, I just don’t. But that doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m doing. Virgins have sex every day, angel … younger than us, I’d wager.” He chuckles. “We’ll figure it out.”

“So, what you’re telling me is there are people out there who think you two have had sex, but you actually haven’t?”

“Two, three, six, a dozen …” Crowley teases. “All technically. In some time periods, I’m a legend.”

“Yes, in your own mind. Oh, Lord.”

“But I’m game for the real thing if you are. Try everything once right?”

“I guess.”

“Good.” Crowley takes Aziraphale by the shoulders and starts gently turning him over. The change in position startles Aziraphale to the point that he leaps almost three feet across the bed.

“Wait wait wait! Wh-what are you doing?”

Crowley kneels back up, hands on his thighs, nails digging in to the fabric of his trousers. “I don’t know how you pictured doing this, but the easiest way would be for you to be on your hands and knees.”

“B-b-but … but why?”

“Oh, God,” Crowley mutters, running a hand down his face. “Now, I have questions. Aziraphale … do you really want to do this?”

Aziraphale stares at Crowley, searching the demon’s face for the right answer. He settles for: “Yes …?”

“Honestly? Deep down in your heart of hearts, do you want to have sex?”

Aziraphale nods his head and shakes it at the same time. He looks confused and humiliated by his husband’s question, but eventually fear, and truth, rule out the rest. “I … I … No.” He hangs his head, mortified by his own admission. “No, I … I don’t. And I’m sorry! I don’t … I don’t like the idea of … and I should have told you, but I just … I was afraid …”

Crowley moves back to his side of the bed, taking Aziraphale with him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him close to his chest. “Talk to me,” he says, tucking the blanket in around his angel. “What do you like? What aren’t you afraid of?”

Aziraphale takes a moment to think of the physical connections they’ve made in the past couple of days since their wedding. It hasn’t all been bad. A lot of it has actually been quite pleasant. And those are the things he’d like to repeat – daily, if possible.

“Kissing,” he says decidedly.

“Really?” Crowley says, fond smile lifting the corners of his mouth.

“Oh, yes. Oh, I very much like kissing.”

“And hugging, I assume?” Crowley says, giving him a squeeze.

“Yes.” 

“Touching?”

Aziraphale clears his throat, a sure sign that he’s uncomfortable. “Some touching. But everything else … I don’t think I’d be all that fond of … those things …”

“Right. Well, you know, it’s a rule of thumb that if you can’t outright say the thing you’re uncomfortable doing, you probably shouldn’t be doing it.”

“But I love you, and I want to make you happy.”

“I am happy. And I want to make you happy.”

“But I’ve lived around humans long enough to know that not wanting to have sex …” he purposefully enunciates every word to his demon’s delight “… can sometimes be a deal breaker.”

Crowley shrugs. “Not for me. I’m not human.”

“So what do we do?” Aziraphale asks.

“What do you mean what do we do? Do you love me?”

“Yes. Of course.”

“And I love you. So, we continue being in love and do things the way we’ve always done. The past 6000 years have been a hoot, if you ask me, not including all that stressful Apocalypse nonsense. As long as we’re happy together, nothing else matters.”

“Nothing else matters,” Aziraphale repeats with a giddy smile, wrapping his arms around Crowley’s torso and hugging him.

“That’s right, angel,” Crowley says, kissing him on the top of the head.

“Good. So that’s settled. What do you want to do now?”

“This is nice. We’re already in bed … would you like to take a nap?”

“For how long?”

“I don’t know – an hour, a day, a week. You decide.”

“Hmm … do you want to get some lunch?”

Crowley bounces his head left and right, weighing his choices. He wants to make his angel happy, reassure him that it’s all okay. This decision’s an easy one. “Yeah, all right.”

[formerlyroyal]

I took one for the team and read celebitchy. They are saying Camilla wasn’t throwing shade at H and M with her “mmm, course” comment- she’s actually pissed off cos that means William will have to step up and do work (massive eyeroll). And Kate has apparently had loads of Botox and she’s the one wasting tax payers money. And if Meghan word that dress people would tear her apart for spending too much money. They are so delusional, I just can’t

2/2 I’m the anon who braved Celebitchy. They haven’t got an article in Meghan’s forest pap walk. Even they know the way she’s carrying Archie is indefensible. The day before they were saying she’s insanely smart and will lay low for a while and she has plans up her sleeve. Lolololololololol

Oh bitch please, Camilla and Kate probably celebrated together. Don’t they know Botox is a paralytic? Your muscles don’t move from it thus your skin doesn’t wrinkle. Umm, Kate today

Idiots. Lay low😂🤣 as if

[scentedbygunpowder]

Wumptober 2019 Day 21 – Laced Drink Word Count: 2310 Author: Katie/Ally (scentedbygunpowder) Rating: T Characters: Riza Hawkeye, Heymans Breda, Roy Mustang, Jean Havoc, Vato Falman, Kain Fuery Summary: An undercover mission almost goes horribly wrong when someone laces Riza’s drink. Notes:  These are just all going to be drabbles I can expand on later. Warnings: Warning for near-assault. Don’t worry, nothing happens but it’s a close thing.

Laced Drink

~*~

Not all plans go according to plan. In fact, most don’t. That’s why it’s good to have a plan, and a back-up plan, and another back-up plan. But sometimes the plans go so awry so fast that you don’t have time to realize it until it’s too late to pull from a totally unrelated plan to adjust for the changes. And that is when bad things usually happen.

Riza Hawkeye had plans. She had always had plans. From the time she was a girl she had had plans. Most of those had been plans of how to do things without bothering her father, because she didn’t like disturbing him, but they had been plans. As an adult her plans were often more things like when she was going to do laundry, what to get from the store, how to stay safe while going out and having some fun. As a soldier her plans were often things such as finding the possible escape routes in any room she entered, eyeing places that snipers could be, and getting the Colonel to do his paperwork. Sometimes her plans got more specific, like when on a mission, and she often had plans on top of plans for that.

This had not been high up in consideration for her plans.

“Come on, sweetie, it’s not much further now.”

She tried to move, tried to push him away, or even respond, but all she got out as a mumbled “Mmm,” which was not very helpful. His arm was around her waist, and he had her arms slung over his shoulders, so he could hold her to him. She could tell that the skirt of her short red dress was riding up on the side he was on, and she couldn’t fix it. Her heels were getting all scuffed up too, and her loose hair was hanging in her face.

Riza didn’t understand how this happened. She was always so careful, even doing this undercover job she had done her best to be careful. But somehow this creep, who wasn’t even their target, had managed to lace her drink with something, and was now carting her off to who knows where. And whatever the stuff was that he gave her, it was getting stronger. She was having trouble concentrating now.

She had to do something.

She was armed, but unfortunately, that didn’t mean much when she couldn’t control her own body. Surely one of the men had seen her get taken or noticed that she was missing. Fuery was on look out, monitoring communications. Havoc, who, it turned out, could play an instrument surprisingly well, was in the small band this place kept. Falman was pouring drinks. Breda was outside, scouting out the area. And Roy was a patron, flirting with the pretty girls.

One of them had to see her go missing.

They were outside now, in the back alley. She wasn’t even sure how they had gotten there. It had garbage and trash cans, and the man had now shifted her from a pretend  helping grip to something a little more economical.

“You know, toots, for a looker, you’re heavier then you look.”

Toots. Barry the Chopper had called her that. Honestly, right now, she wouldn’t have cared if he had showed up to take this man down. How sad was that, that she would be alright with a deranged serial killer coming to her rescue. The man looked around, and then plopped her down in a bundle of trash bags between two dumpsters.

“Gonna have to take a break—Ride’s not here anyway, and it’s better to stay hidden.” He grinned at her, and Riza felt her blood run cold. “But while we’re waiting, a little look can’t hurt, can it?”

No. No! Riza tried to move, managed a faint sound with her voice and a twitch of one wrist. Where were the guys? They had to be here! They had to be nearby! The man reached for her skirt, sliding it up, and Riza panicked. But her panic did nothing for her, except cause her to breathe harder. He looked puzzled for a moment, then reached, pulling her gun out of her hidden thigh holster. He grinned again.

“Good thing I laced your drink extra. You didn’t respond as quick as the others and I had to add more. If I hadn’t you might have been able to get to this.”

He put it to the side, and then reached back towards her. She felt tears forming in the corners of her eyes. His hand had just touched her thigh when there was an unmistakable sound of his skull being cracked. His eyes rolled up in his head, and he pitched forward, partially landing on her. It would have been more, if the figure behind him hadn’t grabbed him up and pulled him back. It was Breda, and Riza had never been more happy to see the man in her life. He distastefully dropped the man to the side, then immediately turned his attention to Riza.

“Lieutenant!” There was worry and concern in his eyes, and she tried to respond, but couldn’t beyond a faint sound and twitch again. Comprehension bloomed in his eyes, and it was quickly followed by anger. “I’m going to pull your skirt down, sir, and then I’m going to get you out of here.”

She appreciated him telling her what he was going to do. He gently and respectfully pulled her skirt back down, and tucked her small pistol into his own pocket. The man he tied and gagged, and put into the dumpster, closing and locking it. Riza had watched him as best she could, although it was getting harder and harder to focus. He finally turned back to her, and stopped, a look of surprise on his face, quickly coupled with compassion. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his handkerchief, wiping her eyes.

“It’ll be alright, Hawkeye. I’m going to get you somewhere safe.” He stripped off his jacket, and carefully sat her up, having to hold her that way as she had no control herself. He wrapped it around her, and then picked her up, determination on his face. “We’re going to get you some help, Lieutenant. Just hang on.”

It was becoming harder for her to concentrate. But she knew she was safe, even as the world swirled around her.

After that, things came in fits and bursts. Panicked and angry voices were the thing that she heard the most. Kain’s worried voice, and then it’s uncharacteristic anger. Quiet anger from Falman, who snapped out a few choice words. Disbelief and then anger from Havoc, and the knowledge that he was holding her hand, brushing her bangs back. And then Roy’s voice, filled with rage and deep with worry as he was suddenly there at her side, holding her hand tightly, clipped tones promising retribution. She had glimpses of them too, worried faces and anger in their eyes.

She wasn’t sure how much time had passed before the worry became worse, and she could feel herself being moved again. The world swirled once more, and this time she couldn’t say or do anything. Nothing seemed right, everything seemed wrong, and the last she remembered was worried voices calling out her name.

Riza blinked her eyes open in the daylight. It was coming in a window nearby her bed. Only this wasn’t her bed. It took her a moment to realize that she was in a hospital bed. She blinked again, and realized the five pairs of worried eyes were looking at her. Her team. Her boys. They looked like they hadn’t slept, still in clothes from last night’s undercover operation.

“Hawkeye?”

It was Roy’s voice, and she turned her head to look at him. He was sitting the closest to her. He picked up her hand. “Hawkeye, can you squeeze my hand?”

She blinked at him. “…sir?” her voice was little more than a scratchy whisper.

“Just do it.”

She complied, squeezing his hand, and he looked relieved.

“What happened?” she asked.

“What do you remember?” Roy asked her.

She thought for a moment. “Breda was there—no, before that. There… there was a man. He was—“ she cut off as what had nearly happened came back to her, and she sucked in a breath, looking at Roy, and then at the others in the room, noting the various reactions of anger to that statement. “He… I think there was something in my drink. He was—he was going to—“

The thought of what almost happened sent a wave of panic through her again, and she felt her breath picking up drastically, and tears coming to her eyes again. Immediately worried, the boys jumped into action, helping to get an oxygen mask on her, and one of them taking care of the tears. She wasn’t sure it helped the panic, but it didn’t hurt it, at least. But still, she wasn’t one to panic, and she looked to all of them for answers.

“Last night,” Mustang started explaining, “that man put something in your drink. It was nearly triple a typical dose.”

“It was a paralytic,” Falman cut in. “One designed to cut nerve responses, typically to the voluntary nerves. In high doses, though, it can affect the involuntary nerve responses as well.”

“You had a high dose,” Mustang continued. “And the man was quick. He had you up and out of there almost before any of us could see you.”

“I could from the bandstand, though,” Havoc said. “And faked a coughing attack enough to get out of it. I made a beeline for the bar, supposedly to get a drink, but something didn’t feel right. I told Falman to bag the drink, and then I went to the back to put in a call to “Katlyn” there.” He indicated Kain.

“He told me to watch for you, because something wasn’t right, and to let Lieutenant Breda know. “ Fuery said.

“Meanwhile I had noticed something was wrong, but I wasn’t sure what yet. Only that you weren’t there, and Havoc looked serious,” Roy said.

“I started to look around for you,” Breda said, his face serious. “He picked a good hiding space.” A fist clenched, burning anger in his eyes. “I’m just glad I got there when I did. I wish I could have been there sooner.” He took a breath, clearly tempering his anger. “When I found you, he had your skirt flipped up and had you disarmed. He was clearly ready to go further, but I hit him with the butt of my gun. After that I put your skirt back down, took care of him, and picked you up, bringing you back to the apartment we were using. You were pretty out of it.”

“The Lieutenant explained to me what had happened, and I put a call into the bar to let the other’s know.” Fuery said, face serious, jaw set.

“I was able to leave first, faking the call as being from my sister,” Falman said. He was moving a little more stiffly then normal, and Riza could see his hands holding tightly to the edges of his sleeves.

“The band was through for the night shortly after that, and I left as well,” Havoc put in. His arms were crossed lazily over his chest, but it was clear to see the tension and anger to them. “It… It wasn’t easy seeing you like that, Riza.”

“I was the last to arrive,” Mustang said, before she could ask Havoc what he meant. “It was all I could do not to go torch that man there and then. Especially when you got worse.”

“Worse? What did I look like?” She asked, clearly confused. She knew that she couldn’t move, but she had no idea what she looked like.

“You weren’t moving, Hawkeye,” Havoc put in. “You weren’t moving, weren’t responding. Your eyes were partially open, but it was as if you weren’t there.” He paused for a moment, as if gathering himself. “And then your breathing started to slow.”

“Falman was the one who noticed it,” Fuery put in. “He said you weren’t breathing as fast. That’s when we decided to get you to a hospital.”

“Oh. What happened?”

Roy was looking at her now, pain in his eyes. “Remember what Falman said about the doses? Well you were given enough that it could have shut down every nerve in your body, no matter where it was. That process was starting. Fortunately, the hospital had something to help counteract it. They said you should be safe, but you might have some residual effects for a bit.”

“And the man?” she questioned.

“He’s been taken in,” Breda said, “on charges of drugging and kidnapping, and charges of attempted murder and rape,” he almost stumbled over that one, and all the men in the room tensed. Riza would have too, if she had felt she had the energy to, “of a military officer. He’s not getting out for a while.”

“And neither are you, Lieutenant,” Mustang said. “You’re going to stay here until you’re given the all clear by the medical staff.

He looked her hard in the eyes, expecting her to argue, but for once she didn’t want to. It was a shocking experience, and while it wasn’t where she wanted to stay, the hospital was a safe place. He still had her hand, and she gave it a squeeze.

“I think this time, I’m not going to argue.” She gave them all a dimmed smile. “Thank you. For coming to my rescue.”

Her boys just smiled at her, relief, worry, and anger still in their eyes. They were her boys, and she was their Lieutenant—and they were always ready to protect her if needed.

[kelah-ooc]

“Your mother put me in the hospital.”

Kren would find the clinic suddenly barren. Despite the chill and howling wind; the rain pelting the windows and the ominous clashes of thunder followed by lightening all the staff, and the few patients who were around had simply relocated. Left. Got up and walked out. Leaving him there on the bed, alone. The door to the clinic banged open, flung hard and fast because of the wind that rocked the building. Illuminated by a flash of lightning stood Illy; and for the briefest moment it looked like she was murderous, but as she stepped forward into the light, pushing her sopping red hair from her face she looked far from. Worry wrapped her features. “Kren!” Pulling her bag in from the cold and the rain she would close and…Lock the door. “Kren we’ve been so worried! The girls are just sick with fear over your health!”

She rushed to his bed, and even as he was sitting up she was pushing him down. Peppering kisses along his features. “But I told them, I said ‘Mama has to go see daddy first.’ And like the little angels they are, they went with Fin so I could be here. Well…Not here.” She sat down on the bed, pulling her bag close. “First I stopped at mothers you see. You simply told me she put you here, you didn’t tell me why.” The woman removed some metal chain from the bag and smiled down at Kren, the look feral. “Ah ah ah don’t try and sit up on my account. You know, you shouldn’t trust kisses. Concentrated dose. I didn’t want you squirming while we had our fun.” Patting his cheek, her nails dragging along his cheek, tearing at the flesh the woman stood up. “Now. Why did you think it would be wise to kiss my mother.” She dragged the chain along his bed, moving to secure his arms to the metal frame. The metal was just tight enough to dig into his flesh, but lose enough that he wouldn’t lose circulation. Well not fully. “Joke. or no joke. That doesn’t really matter now does it. Ya could’ve kissed her cheek, or ya could’ve kissed her hand. Hell ya could’ve kissed her feet. But you chose her lips.” She hummed to herself, the song lacking warmth, lacking passion. Illy like the song was dead.

The humming turned to a whistle as she grabbed another length of chain from her bag, the links clinking together as she restrained his legs. “Here I was thinking that I loved you, and that you…That you loved me. That you wanted me, that you were committed to me. That at the end of the day while you may find yourself someone to keep you warm. A different flavour for a change that you would return to me. Was I wrong to assume this? Probably.” Once she was sure his legs were restrained, the chain pulled tight to the corners of the bed so he couldn’t move she finally smiled. 

It lacked the warmth, the passion that Illy expressed when she was around the man. “Now. Now the fun can begin. By kissing her in public in such a manner you’ve disrespected her. And you’ve disrespected me, and our children. You made me look like a fool. I picked you, and this is what you do.” While she spoke; the words lacking passion, the tiny red head grabbed from her bag two notable items. A wooden block, long enough to be placed between his ankles and a sledgehammer. “I’ve been informed that if I kill you, which we both know is well within my right. I claimed your life long ago. It would mean that my mothers rag tag group of dogs would make an attempt on my life.” 

Illy sighed, shaking her head. “We both know she can’t afford for me to end their lives or her own. And if I should die. Well who would watch my children. Fin would be on the run then, with two small babies. I don’t wish that upon her.” While she spoke, Illy set the bar between his legs, making sure that it was lined up correctly. “So, I’ve chosen instead to cause as much pain as possible while maintaining your life.” 

Illy walked to the right side of the bed and watched him, waiting for the wiggle of toes. “Mmmm, good its wearing off.” The paralytic she had poisoned him with was beginning to wane. His screams and shouts would no longer be bottled up. “Take a deep breath, and don’t bite your tongue now love.” She lined up her shot, brought the sledgehammer back and then swung it forward. A sickeningly delighted smile curled her lips as the crack of his bone mixed with the crash of thunder, and his screaming began.

Licking her lips the woman walked around the bed, her fingers trailing along his mangled foot and down along the block of wood to the non mangled foot. “Such pretty little screams.” She positioned herself once more to swing the sledgehammer back and bring it forward into his other foot. “Mmm. Perfect. Now you can’t run.” She dropped the hammer into her bag, grabbing the wooden block to do the same. “That should take a few months to heal. Give you time to think on the choices you made.”

She rummaged around in her bag before pulling a kit free. Holding the kit in one hand she moved to sit astride him on the bed. Whistling her macabre song. She didn’t pay attention to his screams, or the slight struggles as she grabbed hold of his left hand. “Now now, don’t struggle Kren. It’ll make everything worse.” She snapped his ring finger, smiling down at him. “Didn’t you always walk around begging for death, wanting this? Maybe I’m just finally giving you what you want. Hmm? Can you be mad at me for that?” She snapped his middle finger then. “Listen to those snaps.” Snap. Snap. Snap. The other fingers went in succession. “I know. At this point you’re regretting your choices. You don’t want to die. You have so much to live for.” 

From the kit Illy removed a vicious looking dagger. “Well maybe you should have thought of that before you went and kissed my mother.” With a single slash the dagger came down his chest, tearing the hospital gown in two. His skin, for the moment remaining unharmed. “Did you ever consider how I might feel if you kissed her? Did I even cross your mind?” Calloused fingers ran along his chest as she leaned towards him, the movement sensual, a lovers caress. “Do you think about me? I think you wont be able to forget me after this now. Hmm?”

Sitting up she brought the dagger down, right over his heart, carving into his flesh. She took her time, making each stroke deep enough that it would leave behind a scar. She didn’t speak again, his grunts and the clash of thunder the only sounds. As she finished the last stroke she pulled her hand away to look at the bloody mangled flesh over his heart, her lips curling into a vindictive smile. “No. I don’t think you’ll forget me again Krenador.” She put the dagger away and removed a pouch of water and a cloth from the kit. She dumped the water onto him, washing the blood away and then patted the new carving dry with the cloth. Her name would forever be scarred onto his skin. She slid off of him, patting his cheek. “There there my love.” The rogue would wipe away the tears on his cheeks. “Shhh, rest now. Tomorrow will be a new day. When you feel up to talking. Tell Lyli. She can send word to me.” She kissed his cheek once before she poured the contents of a small vial down his throat. The toxins that she had plagued him with would dissipate rapidly now. “Don’t try and stand though. You’ll get more hurt.” The woman returned to silent work, removing the chains from his body, dropping them into her bag. 

She stepped away from the bed then, pulling her hood over her head and taking her bag to leave. At the door she unlocked it and looked behind her. She knew Lyli was around, squirreled away somewhere. “If anyone chooses to use magical means to heal him. I will know, and I will find them. This was mild in comparison to what I can do. He is to heal naturally. By all means set his bones, give him pain killers. But do not use magic to numb or speed up his healing.” Once sure she was heard the woman stepped out of the building, shadows wrapping around her and she was gone. Leaving the howling wind; the piter patter of the rain, the clashing of the thunder and Krens pained groans to keep whomever lingered company. 

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Pairing: MadaraTobirama Word count: 1227 Rating: G Summary: He really thought Madara would complain more about caring for him until the paralytic wore off.

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A Moment Frozen

“You know, this is probably the worst time for you not to be able to use that infamous speed of yours.” Madara glared at him almost accusingly and Tobirama returned the expression with an equally unimpressed one of his own.

“It’s not as if I deliberately allowed myself to be paralyzed.” Although, he admitted to himself silently, he definitely didn’t have to jump in front of those senbon. Sometimes his body just moved on its own. He was perfectly aware that Madara could have blocked the tiny projectiles himself with enough warning but that didn’t seem to matter to his stupid hindbrain. Sometimes he despised the fact that humans were such animals still reliant on their instincts.

“We’ll have to find shelter until it wears off and you can run on your own again. Unless – you don’t happen to have any markers close enough to reach for do you?”

Tobirama shook his head and Madara sighed, adding a tiny extra boost to his speed.

Shelter came in the form of an abandoned bear den where Tobirama found himself propped against a rock wall completely helpless. The only things he could move were his facial features, able to speak and look around as well as make expressions, but he was unable to control his limbs and even his neck would not turn when he tried. Half of his trained responses were telling him to panic but the other half of him was relaxed and languid, completely at ease knowing that Madara was there with him. How far he had fallen to feel so safe around a man he used to attack on sight.

After setting up a perimeter of traps and laying a strong genjutsu to disguise the entranceway Madara kicked some of the wood laying around on the floor in to a small pile and lit the whole thing on fire with a thin tongue of flame. It would always be impressive to see how easily he was able to wield his chakra with such fine control.

Then he came over and sat down against the wall, pulling Tobirama over sideways to rest against his chest. If Tobirama were anyone else looking in on the two of them he would have called this position snuggling and made snarky comments about keeping romance out of their missions. Since this was Madara and the two of them were rather infamous for never agreeing on anything, he figured there had to be some other explanation behind the move. Madara hated him. Madara would not cuddle him in an empty cave with no Hashirama there crying at them to get along better.

He was still trying to guess what angle the man was attempting to work when he felt a hand kneading at his shoulders, sending ripples of glorious sensation throughout his body. A moan escaped him but he couldn’t bring himself to be embarrassed when it felt so good.

“What…” he tried to ask, the words getting lost in sensation just like the rest of his brain. Madara chuckled above his head.

“I thought maybe I could massage some feeling back in to your limbs. But it looks like you’re not numb, just paralyzed.”

“Mmm. Could have…told you that…”

“Yes, I suppose.” He didn’t sound like he was too upset that he’d been wrong. Mostly he just sounded amused, almost smug, but Tobirama didn’t really care as long as he kept up the massage.

Although it did occur to him to wonder why he kept up the massage.

“Have you even encountered this paralytic before?” Madara asked, distracting his thoughts.

“A few times,” Tobirama murmured distractedly. “I studied it briefly when the Hoshigake clan first began producing it – from some sort of animal extract, as I understand it, though it isn’t a venom. It usually takes between eighteen and twenty-four hours to completely wear off.”

“Eighteen hours until you’ll be able to walk again!?”

“No, I said completely wear off. I should have be able to move my legs in about five hours, to walk in about eight.”

Madara gave a contemplative hum punctuated with a particularly firm dig against the knot of muscles just behind his right shoulder blade. Tobirama groaned low in appreciation.

“Seems it’s up to me to find dinner for us both then. And I suppose I’ll need to feed you.”

Flushing as he realized the same thing, Tobirama hurried to mutter, “I think I’ll survive without dinner for one night.”

“I won’t have your brother accusing me of not taking proper care of you when he hears about what happened,” Madara countered, still sounding much too amused with all of this.

“Why does he have to hear about it? I won’t say anything if you don’t.”

“Are you kidding?” Madara snickered and the puffs of breath ruffled the hair on top of Tobirama’s head. “We’re hiding in a cave and you’re cuddled in to my chest like a child. Everyone and their grandma is going to hear about this.”

Tobirama closed his eyes to hold his temper in. “Have I told you how much I despise you yet today?”

It wasn’t like there was anything he could really do right now but the second he had control of his own limbs, that was a whole different story. There were endless ways he could make this man’s life more difficult and he was already devising half a dozen different plans when something else touched the top of his head and halted all thought processes in their tracks.

“Did…you just kiss me?” he asked, breathless with disbelief.

“You don’t hate me,” Madara mumbled against the tip of one ear. “You would have had a lot more to say when I pulled you in to my chest if you hated me.”

“Son of a bitch.” It was a test. The stupid asshole had been testing the waters and Tobirama had fallen right in to the trap by keeping silent and waiting to see how things played out.

“Is that any way to talk to the man who has to keep you warm and safe while we sit in all alone in this very cold cave?”

He could see Madara shifting out of the corner of his eye, probably making some sort of dramatic gesture, but Tobirama was already rolling his eyes to hide a smile. So that was the angle. The excuse of huddling together for warmth never did get old, he supposed. And it had worked on him just like it had for countless other romantically challenged suckers.

“You’re still not hand feeding me,” he said.

“That’s fine. I’m sure we can find other things to do while I nurse you back to health.”

“Ugh.”

His disgust did nothing to fool Madara, who lowered his arms to boldly wrap them around Tobirama’s middle and hold them closer together. Which was fine, really. If he were able to he would have snuggled farther back in to the warm embrace but getting paralyzed was apparently both a blessing and a curse. The blessing was having an opportunity to clear up certain misconceptions concerning the way they felt about each other.

And the curse was being forced to wait before he was able to turn around and get that kiss he’d been dreaming about in secret for too long now. Now that would have really kept him warm.