so like i've seen a bunch of human urinal stuff and like being peed on all over or like down my throat isn't super my thing but i haven't been able to stop thinking about a version of this where you just have accidents for them like someone needs to pee but there's no available bathroom so they just stick their dick in your pants and pee or sit on your lap with their pants down and pee that way so in the end their pants stay clean and dry while it looks like you were the one who had the accident (with the little added bonus that when you do need to pee, you can just go and nobody will even batt an eye since they already think you've been going in your pants this whole time!!)
"Ehh, which ninja are you again?" "The one who's not afraid to slit your throat."
I've been thinking about what Willem 'scared of Randy in the ninja suit' Viceroy and Hannibal 'has never actually been in danger with Ninja!Randy' McFist would think of First 'professional assassin' Ninja,
Especially if they meet cause they captured his kid current student (Randy)
A/N: absentlyabbie‘s Arrow Lovefest post about the Breathe Again AU reminded me that this was a drabble that I still hadn’t gotten around to posting. Chronologically, this takes past right after this drabble.
"Shit, Dig," Felicity says, the pressing the back of her hand to Tommy's forehead. "He's burning up."
"That's it," Diggle says, reaching for his phone. "I'm calling Oliver."
"Don't..." Tommy wheezes, his grip on Felicity's arms tightening. "Don't call Oliver."
"Dig," she can't keep the sharpness from her voice.
"I'm calling Oliver," he says again and starts dialing.
Felicity sighs. "Help me get him back onto the couch first."
Dig does, tucking an arm underneath Tommy's shoulders and lifting him carefully up and out of Felicity's arms. Tommy resists a little at first, but he relents once she starts helping Dig maneuver him over to the sofa. Kneeling beside him, Felicity nestles a pillow under his head. "Does anything else hurt?" she asks.
He closes his eyes. "My head still, but it's not as bad."
While Diggle calls Oliver, Felicity retrieves a damp cloth from the kitchen and then returns to Tommy's side. She keeps the cool compress on his forehead while they wait for Oliver to get there. Tommy doesn't let go of her hand.
Felicity doesn't know how to categorize the expression on Oliver's face when he enters Diggle's apartment and sees her sitting on the edge of the sofa. One of Tommy's arms is resting across her thighs, and the other is holding tightly onto the hand not pressing the washcloth against his forehead. For a second she sees hurt in Oliver's eyes, then confusion, then anger. The emotions flit across his face quickly before he schools his features into a more neutral expression.
"If you're going to yell," she says, turning her attention back to Tommy, "Please do it in the kitchen. He just fell asleep again, and I don't think he's going to get much of it tonight."
Oliver sighs deeply. "You should be asleep."
"Seriously, Oliver," Felicity says, "The yelling room is hereby designated as the kitchen. Lower your voice."
Tommy stirs, and she instinctively runs her hand over the crown of his head, letting the sides of her fingers caress his cheek as she whispers, "It's okay. You're okay."
"Dig," Oliver says, and though Felicity can't see his face, his tone is pleading. There's an entire question in just John's name.
"Felicity," Diggle says. "Tell him."
"Tell me what?" Oliver asks.
Tommy's skin is still hot and clammy. She doesn't even know how to start telling Oliver what's going on. "We called you when we realized he was feverish. That's never happened before. Usually, he settles down once he sees me here."
"Why once he sees you?" Oliver asks, and again, she can't get a read on what he's thinking. It's unnerving. She's so used to just instinctively understanding him.
"He just...he's sort of emotionally attached to me," Felicity says.
"Define 'emotionally attached'." Oliver's tone could cut diamonds.
"He has episodes, Oliver," Diggle says. "She's the only one who calms him down."
"Oh, okay." Oliver says sarcastically, "That sounds much less creepy."
"Oliver!" Felicity snaps. "Focus. He had an episode. I calmed him down but then he started burning up. I don't know what to do."
Rubbing the back of his neck, Oliver exhales a slow stream of air between his lips. "Could it just be a bug?"
"It'd be a hell of a coincidence," Dig says. "He's screaming his head off. Whatever they did, man, it didn't just take his memories. It messed with his head somehow. My guess is this is some kind of side affect, but I don't know what to do about it."
"I don't know if there's anything we can do but wait for it to break," Felicity says. "It's not like I can just google, 'how to know when to take your brainwashed friend to the hospital' or 'symptoms of brainwashing' and expect to find decent results. There's no one to call for situations like this. The three of us, somehow we're the authority, except we're not equipped or trained to deal with anything like this."
"You get used to it," Oliver says, and his hand is on her shoulder even though she never registered him moving closer to her. "You make the best call you can make with the information you have. You learn as much as you can, and then you forgive yourself your inevitable mistakes."
Felicity's not so sure Oliver's taken his own advice, especially with that last bit, but she understands the gesture for what it is.
"So what's the best call in this situation?" Felicity asks.
Slowly, Oliver sinks down onto the floor so he sits with his back resting against the side of the couch. "I have no idea."
"He's asleep," Dig says, "And we don't want to draw attention to him. I say we monitor him. If it gets dangerously high we'll get him to a hospital. If not, we just wait for it to break."
Felicity's not sure how she likes that idea, but she's also not sure she has a better one.
"You should go home," Oliver tells her. "Get some sleep."
"I'm not going anywhere," Felicity says. She almost follows it up with what if he needs me? but realizes that saying something like that won't convince Oliver to let her stay. Instead, she tries, "I want to stay."
Diggle shakes his head. "I'll get you some more blankets. Then I'm going back to bed. You two can fight over who gets the recliner and who gets the floor."
"I don't think I'll sleep," Felicity says resolutely.
She's wrong though. An indeterminable amount of time later she wakes just enough to register Oliver carrying her over to the recliner and tucking a blanket around her.
Blinking her sleep-blurred eyes, Felicity sees him walk back over to Tommy. She watches as Oliver presses a hand to his friend's forehead, frowns, and then sits down again on the floor. She hears more than she sees Tommy fidget in his sleep, and she's about to make herself move, about to go to comfort him again before anything can get started, but before she can, Oliver moves. It's quick and deliberate, but his body turns halfway, and Felicity's shocked when she sees him reach up and grab onto Tommy. His hand might be holding onto Tommy's wrist or arm or even shoulder. The arm of the couch is partially obstructing her vision, and Felicity is only a few feet away but her glasses are on the coffee table.
Still, something about the sight—Oliver on the floor, Tommy restless and curled up on his side on he couch, with Oliver reaching out to comfort his friend—fills Felicity with the peace she needs to fall back to sleep.
