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The Fighter - Chapter 1
Whumptober 2021 Prompt 2: Talking is Overrated
This is adult-themed and dark. THIS CHAPTER CW: forced medical trauma, restraint, gag, bbu-references, references to non-con, blood reference, vomit reference
“Luke Bennett.” Luke, somewhat begrudgingly, held out his hand to the man who greeted him in the small office. His fingers were cold, an unwelcome physical manifestation of the knots that his stomach had tied itself into. He wasn’t accustomed to feeling this way. He baselined at a cool-neutral and rarely deviated from there. It was a defense mechanism that he had picked up when he was first elected, three years prior.
Thasmin: Yaz gets Injured, the Doctor Carries Her (of course she does)
@syllabicacronyms prompted: ‘Yaz gets hurt and the Doctor takes care of her’
It should have been a routine day.
It always should have been a routine day.
But who does she think she’s kidding?
She’s punched through sheer diamond for billions of years, and she still gets surprised by days that are supposed to be routine, but are the furthest from.
Because that’s her routine, if she’s honest: destruction and death.
Sure, she tries to help. She tries to hope. She succeeds, sometimes; when her fam is around, her human friends whose eyes are so young, which she finds alternately terrifying and refreshing.
Today, it’s just terrifying.
Because Yaz had sprinted to help that child -- of course she had -- before any of them, even the Doctor, could have realized that the child was a grown Zygon, luring and preparing to attack.
The Doctor should have realized.
If she had, Yaz’s blood wouldn’t be on the Doctor’s hands, and Ryan wouldn’t be looking down at his friend like he’d seen a ghost, but the ghost was her.
It had been a simple matter to use her sonic to teleport the Zygon to a secure location -- a problem to solve later -- but she should have done it before, because she should have realized.
She was too careless, too reckless, too distracted, too... hopeful.
“I’m fine, Doctor,” Yaz wheezed, because she must have seen something dangerous flash on the Doctor’s face. “Honestly, look. It’s only a flesh wound. It’s -- “
“It’s not only anything, Yasmin Khan,” the Doctor murmured as she lifted her off the ground in arms that were stronger than anything her human family had expected, if the way Ryan and Graham ‘whoa’ed and Yaz gasped were any indication.
“Sorry, should have asked first,” the Doctor blushed, but Yaz just stammered and shook, wrapping her arms around the Doctor’s neck in a way that made both of them gulp.
“No, you’re fine, I just... I can probably walk, it doesn’t even hurt that -- “
“Let the Doc care for you, Yaz,” Graham encouraged, and Ryan nodded in the background, trying to subtly take out his phone to snap a picture of the Doctor carrying Yaz bridal style to the TARDIS’s medical bay.
“Yaz, we need to not disturb the wound, as much as possible. I have no doubt that you can walk, but if jostling that leg is just asking for an infection: Zygon wounds are not pretty, but you are, so I’d rather we keep you feeling that way.”
Yaz stared.
Graham stared.
Ryan snapped the most priceless photo ever to be snapped.
The Doctor cleared her throat and turned a shade of red that Ryan desperately hoped his phone camera was good enough to capture accurately.
“Doctor,” Yaz whispered, and none of them could tell how much of the hitch in her voice was due to the Doctor carrying her, the pain in her leg, the Doctor calling her pretty, or all of the above.
Though they all assumed it was all of the above.
“Yasmin Khan?”
“We’ve reached the med bay. You can put me down now.”
“Right. Right you are.”
“But don’t go far.”
Excitement and something that looked an awful lot like hope returned to the Doctor’s eyes with a suddenness that was a wonder to behold.
“No?”
“No. I like you close. Makes the pain less.”
“Good, then.” It was the Doctor’s voice that cracked somewhat this time.
Ryan and Graham slowly backed out of the room, Graham muttering something about sandwiches and Ryan murmuring something about Yaz being in good hands.
And truly, she was.
Not feeling so good...
Pharma help... I can’t get it to stop... -pinching her nose while the other is covered in a maroon liquid... much like blood- please help me... it just started happening.... my nerves feel fluke they’re on fire again... -tears up from the pain-
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Coming Back to You: Maggie in Gotham
Summary: “alex has a kid on her own (u choose how) and meets maggie again later and they slowly get back together” prompt from @thebiwisebrownkid
Parts 1-10 available through this link – https://queercapwriting.tumblr.com/post/173244948849/coming-back-to-you-part-10
If you prefer to have the whole thing collated, the series is now also its own thing on Ao3, here! http://archiveofourown.org/works/12935064/chapters/29561232
There’s blood streaming past her vision, and she suddenly wonders if this is where the expression “seeing red” came from.
Because Maggie is indeed seeing red, both physically and in terms of how incredibly enraged she is.
Not that any of that emotion shows on her face.
She waves off the rookie trying to assess the gushing wound above her eyebrow, and runs her hands over the young recruit’s shoulders.
“You’re bleeding too, rook,” she murmurs, though she’s satisfied that the slash on his upper arm isn’t too deep.
“Captain Sawyer, let me -- “
“Shh.” She holds up a tense finger, and he falls silent instantly. She keeps her left eye closed: she’s not going to see anything through that stream of blood, anyway.
She squints with her right eye down the darkened corridor, mouthing out a countdown and nodding right before both squad captain and cadet step out from behind the filing cabinet they’d been squatting behind and shoot simultaneously.
The stun guns that Maggie had worked for years to get required for GCPD are nonlethal, always. Courtesy of Lena Luthor, they leave no marks and no bodily trauma, but they certainly pack a punch.
In moments, she’s crouching over the unconscious body of the man her precinct had been tracking for months.
“Looks like he didn’t expect the GCPD to have L-Corp tech,” a voice calls down from the rafters.
“Easy, Jimmy,” Maggie mutters, but she’s grinning.
“Batwoman,” he stands ramrod straight and nearly salutes.
If the red-head, now swooping down to stand with them, is amused, she generously doesn’t show it.
“Sawyer,” she greets, and Maggie nods with a barely suppressed smirk as she checks to make sure her mark hadn’t hit his head in the fall.
“Jimmy, wanna run and call this in?”
“I assumed you’d want to, Capt -- “
“The honor’s yours, kid. You earned it.”
The cadet nods and jogs out of the warehouse eagerly, where his radio will get crisper reception.
“You should have let him look at that eye,” Batwoman chides.
Maggie shrugs. “I’m fine, Kane.”
“If fine means you need stitches, sure. Come here.”
Maggie sighs but submits to her old friend’s care, chewing at the inside of her lip, hissing slightly in pain when Kate runs one of her newer gadgets over Maggie’s gash.
“It might scar, but you won’t need those old fashioned hospital stitches.”
Maggie smirks, finally. “Show off. But seriously, thank you. Couldn’t have caught this guy without your tip.”
“I’m sorry I had to call you out of National City. I just know this guy’s been targeting street-living kids, and you wanted him off the streets bad. I didn’t mean to take you from Alex.”
“How did you -- “
“Please, I know you, Sawyer. A few extra days in National City? Personal days? Personal days that you never, ever, ever take? You might as well have sent up a smoke signal that screamed Alex Danvers.”
Maggie chuckles even as she reddens. “A Danvers signal.”
“Not as cool as a bat symbol, but hey.”
“I want her back.”
She says it fast and pained, and she’s not sure if it’s pain from her now throbbing head or from her chest.
“I want her back, but she’s got this brilliant little kid. I met her, I ran into them, and Alex looks so... perfect, so happy, without me, and I... I was right. She’s a great mom -- “
“And you still want her back.”
Maggie jumps slightly as sirens announce backup’s (decidedly late) arrival.
“It’s whatever.”
Kate sighs and touches her hand to Maggie’s non-bloodied cheek. “It’s not whatever, Sawyer. It’s your feelings. It’s real, and so are you.”
“Kate -- “
“It’s not whatever, Mags.”
And with that, she leaps. Maggie blinks, and her friend is gone.
She can’t help but shake her head and smile. She’ll never stop being awed by how she does that.
She fills out her report with relish; she’s never liked the idea of putting anyone in a cage, but the system is what the system is, for now, and damned if she was going to let this man target any more brown and queer kids.
She’s so absorbed that she doesn’t look at her phone until well after sunset, well after her day shift crew have gone home to their families.
Finally, though, she drops her glasses onto her desk, sighs, and stretches as she looks around her office.
It’s still surreal. Having her own office.
She stretches out her neck as she rifles through the files on her desk in search of her phone and checks it idly, not expecting much. Except perhaps a text from Kate.
Maybe, if Kate doesn’t think patrol will be that intense tonight, they could grab a drink.
Maybe, she should call Alex. Apologize for leaving so abruptly.
No. Why would Alex want to hear from --
Her heart skips several beats. Because her notifications are full of texts from her ex.
First Lines In Your Last Ten Fics
Rules: list the first lines of your last 10 published stories. See if there are any patterns yourself, or have other people say what they notice. Tag up to 10 friends!
I wasn’t tagged, I just randomly remembered this meme from a few years ago and wanted to do it again, to compare. If you see this and want to do it, tag me so I can see yours
From newest to oldest
1) “It's like a dance, almost.” From Maybe the World Could be Ours (Nimona)
2) “Anna’s heart is cold.” From Impaled (Frozen)
3) “Sometimes, Ballister lays there, bleeding.” From Nightmares (Nimona)
4) “A bird landed on the grass in front of him, a beautiful creature folding its wings elegantly before tilting its head.” From Hypothermia (Supernatural)
5) “‘This is a good thing,’ Iroh told himself as he brushed Zuko’s damp hair away from his forehead.” From Sickness (Avatar: the Last Airbender)
6) “99.7 F.” From Fever (Adventure Time)
7) “All she wants to do is sleep.” From All those nights when you've got no lights (Adventure Time: Fionna and Cake)
8) “There’s slow, soothing music coming from behind the kitchen door, and it’s just another thing in a long line of things that throws Mary off.” From Mid-Youth Crisis (Supernatural)
9) “Rolling fields instead of crowded hallways, endless starry skies instead of low flickering lights, peace and company with his favorite person under unscarred trees instead of thousands of questioning eyes -- these were the things Ambrosius longs for as he pushed around rushed medical staff and injured civilians.” From By Your Side Again (Nimona)
10) “There was an annoying buzzing just behind Dean’s ear, followed immediately by the uncomfortable itch of microscoping legs crawling over the back of his neck.” From How would I find myself without you (That, I'll never know) (Supernatural)
I feel like there’s a definite trend here, but I’m too tired and lazy to articulate exactly what it is. I guess I try to start with a description more often than an action, or have the action fold into the description, I think? Still, it’s fun going back and looking at your work, seeing if you have any Tells
It's 9:57am, Thursday morning, I'm at school, and I'm stuck on the toilet because I just bled all over my underwear and need a new pair and don't have any tampons or pads. This is hell. This is truly, truly hell.