theres LOTF games on scratch which makes sense since like ppl make them for school projects but some of them are actually good. I think im gonna try and make my own
the best thing about watching interviews is that you will learn stuff like: Ji Li got accidentally left behind at a gas station for a while because they forgot about him.
and it just makes the jokes about NHS being stranded at the Wen Indoctrination camp better because he wasn't in the Xuanwu Cave escape in the drama version.
i am not immune to a good sickfic nor to eliot and hardison bonding time so here yall go....
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Usually the only bugs Hardison had to be worried about were the ones he guarded his computer against, or more often was giving to the security systems the team came across. Sometimes he forgot he was also susceptible to bugs of a different sort. He hadn’t been this sick in a long time, he groused from where he lay in bed, covers half on and half off his body. It had been five days of being confined to his bedroom, five days of fever, fatigue, congestion, and boredom. Sophie had been kind enough to check on him every day and Parker was more than game to keep him occupied with stories of her past heists, but there was only so long Hardison could lay in bed without being able to do anything and not feel like he was going absolutely stir crazy. Short of a new job, game, or project, he needed something to delve into. Which is why seeing Eliot’s face in the open door was pretty new and exciting.
“Hey, uh,” the hitter started, and then cleared his throat. “Sophie took Parker out to cool down for a bit, so I’m on sick duty for a while. I, uh, made you some soup.” He awkwardly came into the room, putting the steaming bowl on the bedside table, and then, as if uncomfortable standing there, starting setting about straightening Hardison’s quilts and opening the windows. “You feeling any better? I came by earlier this week but you were pretty out of it, man.”
Hardison didn’t remember that at all, and was glad he had graduated to being conscious of his surroundings at least most of the time. He leaned over to sip a spoonful of soup even though he didn’t feel up to eating, because he knew Eliot had made it special; he appreciated that there was ample spice in it to register on his muted tastebuds. “Yeah I’m gettin’ there, it’s all cool,” he said, his stuffy voice sounding unconvincing even to his own ears. A coughing fit prevented him from saying more, and he panicked slightly not being able to get a proper breath in. Eliot swiftly moved to his side and thumped him on the back, once, twice, and Hardison gratefully managed a lungful of air.
“Yeah well, you still sound pretty sick to me,” Eliot grumbled. He turned slightly as if to leave, pausing. “Anything else you want before I let you get some sleep?”
“Whoa dude, don’t leave, please,” Hardison blurted out, trying to sit up and, failing, looking up at Eliot awkwardly. “I am so bored. You have no idea how bored I am. Just, hang out with me or something, man, we can even watch sports, I don’t care.”
Eliot crossed his arms and rolled his eyes, but genuinely seemed to be considering Hardison’s words. He turned back to the hacker. “You ever seen Ladyhawke?”
Hardison had heard of the movie, mostly concerning its cult status among medieval fantasy geeks, but had never watched it. “Nah, I haven’t.”
“Dude, it’s a classic, how can you not have watched it,” Eliot growled, grabbing the tv remote from beside him and lightly sitting down on the bed. It took a little searching and some help from Hardison, but eventually they found the movie and queued it up. Eliot scoffed at Hardison’s attempts to weakly sit up again.
“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up,” Hardison muttered, frustrated at not being able to get a good angle to see the screen. He slumped, exhausted, against his pillow. He froze when he felt Eliot grasp his shoulder.
“Here,” Eliot said softly, and the hacker let himself be moved as the hitter sat him up and situated himself behind him, letting Hardison rest back against his chest. Hardison didn’t know what to think except that Eliot was very warm and took the edge off his chills.
His attention was diverted by the sound of synthesizers. “Oh hell no,” he moaned as the title sequence flashed over the screen, full of old special effects. “Holy shit, this has gotta be the most dated movie in existence.”
“Shut up, you’re gonna miss the exposition,” Eliot growled.
Hardison wished he had the energy to give the hitter his most unimpressed stare. “Let me guess, there’s gonna be a lady and she’s also a hawk.” He smirked at the wordless sound of warning Eliot made that he could feel against his back.
Despite his initial protest, the movie quickly grabbed his attention. The story was intriguing, and it was fun to see the ‘80s aesthetic, however much it made him cringe. But he gathered from the way Eliot was tensed behind him that the movie was important to the hitter in some way, and it was worth watching just for that.
By the time the full truth about Isabeau and Captain Navarre was revealed, Hardison was genuinely invested. “That’s… really sad actually,” he whispered, not taking his eyes off the screen. “Not being able to be with the one you love like that, not really apart but not really together either.” He wiped at his face, blaming his misty eyes on being so sick.
“Yeah,” said Eliot, equally transfixed, and when another fit of coughing seized Hardison his hand came up to rest on the hacker’s chest, thumb absently rubbing small, soothing circles.
They both startled when the door swung open and Parker did a running leap onto the bed, landing right on Hardison’s legs. “We’re back! What are you guys watching?”
Hardison winced under her shifting as she got comfortable, readjusting his position as well and catching a glimpse of Eliot’s uncomfortable expression out of the corner of his eye. “A good movie, wanna join?” he said diplomatically, not wanting either of them to leave. He couldn’t think of anything better for his recovery than the two of them keeping him company.
“Sure,” Parker hummed, laying back across Hardison’s legs and resting her head on Eliot’s knee. Hardison felt Eliot settle back against the headrest, and enjoyed the feeling of his people being there for him. And as the movie ended with the big romantic finish, Navarre and Isabeau reunited in a joy too strong for words, he held Parker and Eliot’s hands tighter than he ever had before.
pretty sure i already made the post but i’m still laughing realizing mozu was listening to gen most definitely having already thought of it if he were to betray ibara so he was just listening like “yeah.”
