#taskvig fill

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#hurt/comfort, #bedsharing, #rescue mission, #BlueBird

(A/N: Hey folks, back again with some BlueBird for you! You all liked the last one so much I had to post this one even though I wasn’t planning to. Huge props to Moxie for being my beta, I wouldn’t get anything done without her! As always, make sure to comment, I thrive on your feedback XO)

Blue Bolt had been the only one patrolling that could get to the beacon. Or get there quickly at the very least. There had been a minor argument with Red River and Anima about whether they should go hunt down Pitch for help, but no one had any clues about where to start looking. A dead end before they’d even started. Blue wasn’t going to wait around for something to come up. And he wasn’t going to go slow enough for either of the others to keep up. If Pitch cared enough to help Nightingale, he could do it whenever he found out. The other two knew where he was going, and it wasn’t like the trip would take him very long.

The suit sped through the snow and winter air like a bullet. It was sturdy and powerful enough to be completely unaffected by the winds and speeds caused by the speed he was pushing it to maintain. The automated systems were locked onto the safety beacons everyone had been equipped with ‘in case of emergency’. Blue hadn’t thought that Nightingale would ever be far enough away to need it. But she’d found evidence that someone was hurt in a cabin outside the city borders and dashed off into the wilderness without backup, and Blue Bolt could only fear the worst.

Similarly to the snowflakes mere inches away from his face, scenario after scenario passed through his mind, imagined images of Nightingale injured or captured and kidnapped putting steel in his eyes and an extra charge to his boots. The engines propelling him forward began to whine as he ignored the usual overrides that prevented him from overtaxing the electrical system. He’d be damned if he let anything happen to the brightest light in Newhaven.

The whine turned to sputters as the building came into view. As he lost altitude, he turned off all the systems not related to impact cushioning or propulsion. The suit would be difficult to carry through the snow, he needed to get as close as possible. A mere minute and a half later, there was a thud and poof of steam as the suit hit snow and instantly sublimated the icy particles. Blue Bolt wrestled his way out of the suit’s constraints to climb out of the hole. He groaned when he realized there was still a good thirty feet between him and shelter, but he couldn’t leave the suit to check around- he’d have to drag it with him to keep it from being buried by the continuing snowfall.

He managed to be fairly quiet as he forced the metal through the snow and ice. He managed to tuck it under a dry part of the deck while scanning the nearby area. There was no sign of life anywhere nearby. Even the local wildlife was clearly bundled up to avoid the cold. Blue Bolt pulled an electric baton from the suit- even when the suit itself was drained his weapon maintained a charge.

He made his way to the front door, tapping it lightly and swearing quietly when it creaked open. There didn’t seem to be any response, but now that it was open he could hear the beacon beeping away inside. Heart sinking, he shouldered his way in, only to freeze in surprise at the sight of three bodies on the floor. He checked each for a pulse and found none. None of the men were breathing, but the streaks under their skin were clear signs of a very particular attack.

He quietly made his way towards the sound of the beacon, checking corners as he passed. The last room down the hallway seemed to be the bedroom, and Blue could only pray that Nightingale hadn’t left without the beacon. Of course, seeing her slumped on the floor next to the bed wasn’t a good option either. He swore again and ran to check her vitals.

Her skin was cold to the touch- her suit never did help much in extreme weather, but she was breathing. There was a small graze on her leg, clearly one of the men had managed to get a shot off before she struck. He dashed to the bathroom, rifling through cabinets. He nearly sobbed when he found the first aid kit- there weren’t exactly medical supplies on standby in the suit. Back at her side, he disinfected and wrapped the wound.

The closet was stocked with blankets, but not much else- clearly no one was living here at the moment. He bundled Nightingale up as much as he could and lay her on the bed- there was one thing he still had to do before he could focus on combating her hypothermia. It took several minutes to get the suit up the stairs to the front door. Blue cursed the fact that he hadn’t thought to make the thing of a lighter material. But once it was inside, it was fairly easy to find an outlet. After a few minutes of testing, he was satisfied that the suit would be able to charge over the next several hours. On his way back down the hall he searched for a heating system, but to no avail.

When he’d returned to the bedroom, he was gratified to see that Nightingale was shivering. At least now her body was trying to heat itself rather than succumb to the elements. He hesitated before peeling the layers of blankets away. When Nightingale groaned and attempted to curl in on herself, he shushed her gently, tucking her hair behind her ear. He peeled off his shirt before slipping it over her head and arms. The extra layer over her suit might not do much, but it was better than the suit alone.

There was a long moment before he sighed and got to work. Massaging her hands to get the blood flowing to her fingers was easy enough. Figuring how to get those damned boots off? An entirely different story. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought that he was being bested by womens footwear. Once they’d finally fallen to the floor however, a frown settled on his face. Her toes weren’t blue or purple, they were white. He exhaled into his hands to speed the process and did his best to gently work the blood back to a normal flow through her feet.

It took nearly an hour of switching between limbs before he was satisfied that her body wouldn’t shut down the blood flow again. He let out a shaky sigh as the adrenaline crash swept over him. He felt his face soften as he looked down at her. There was a crease between her eyebrows, some unconscious frown pulling at the muscles. He smoothed over it with a swipe of his thumb, gratified by the way her entire face relaxed.

He began to pile the blankets back on top of her, murmuring small comforts as she shifted under the new weight. He allowed himself to run his hand through her hair one last time before straightening to stretch. A soft whimper drew his attention back down, and he cursed as he saw she was shivering again. Berating himself for thinking her body could keep itself warm even with blankets, he lifted the edge of the pile and slide under himself.

He hadn’t realized how cold he’d been in just his pants until his body heat was being contained again. He carefully drew her slight form towards him, leaving plenty of room between- though not so much that she wouldn’t gain heat from him. He began to murmur softly to her once more in an attempt to provide comfort, though whether it was to her or himself he wasn’t sure. It was a long while later, but sleep found him under that pile.

He hadn’t planned for it, but the next morning, he would wake to find Nightingale pressed against him, breathing steady and pulse strong. He would wake her gently explain what had happened. She would be wrapped in several blankets in preparation for the journey. He would climb back into the suit and then he would carry her on the long flight back to Newhaven.

If the suit was his shield from the dangers of the world, he would be hers.

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Lighthouse in the Dark

#fluff, #DarkSea, #Pitch (vigilantes), #Caspian (vigilantes), #Domestic AU, #oneshot, #Pitch’s name is Tristan

(A/N: Hey guys!! I didn’t know there was a community that writes these kinds of things until like... last week?? So yeah, here’s my first contribution, hope you guys like it! I don’t know what the popular headcanons and tags are or anything, so if they seem ooc, I’ll find out soon :0 Don’t flame, I will block you.)

It was almost dawn when Pitch came home. Dimetre woke slightly at the noise of his footsteps, groaning lowly. Pulling his mask away, the hero of the shadows smiled down at his husband. He pushed a lock of hair out of his face before walking away from the bed to change. 

He’d barely made it to the closet when he heard the muffled “Come back,” whined into a pillow. His body softened as he peeled away the stress and pain of the night. He was ready to sleep next to the love of his life. Feet padding back towards the bed, he slid between the covers. He curled up into Dimetre’s side. The other gasped and yelped, “Jesus fuck, Tristan, why are you so cold?” before taking his hands in his own. “You’re back late, is everything okay?”

Tristan hummed softly before rolling into Dimetre’s arms. “Just a long night,” he whispered. The nights were always long when they were separated. “’M tired, Dim,” he whined with a yawn. The new warmth from the blankets and his husband put him at ease. The bone-deep weariness that came from protecting the city faded away as he felt Dimetre’s chin hook over his shoulder.

“Get some rest, baby,” came the whisper as he fell asleep with a smile on his face. The night was almost over, but he could face tomorrow with a smile as long as Dimetre was by his side. And every tomorrow for the rest of their lives.-

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Villain Name: Synapse

Face Claim: Lucy Liu

Age: 48

Species: Human

Powers & Abilities / Specialties: Muscle control. Though her power requires that the target hear her voice, once that’s happened she’s able to control the access of their somatic nervous system (SNS), the nerves that signal their muscles. The effect can take hold of many people at one time, but the duration shrinks as the effect is split between them. With it she is able to force people to move- though she must allow every aspect of the movement, or hold them completely still. She prefers the latter due to the lack of concentration it requires.

Backstory: Synapse was once a little girl named Jessica Yang who lived in one of the nicer suburbs of Newhaven. There were always rumors that there was something a bit off about the little girl, but nothing in particular stood out until she was a teen. When the first boy stammered that she’d done something to make his legs weak and stop him from moving everyone told him it was just a crush, but it was really only the beginning.

She had moved her way up from testing her powers on small animals to other humans and he had only been the first. She wrapped up her education and moved to the big city, ready to begin her life. A particularly harsh year passed- she says her parents fell ill and passed, but they really cut off contact with her once she was out of the house. Once her money dried up, Jessica quickly began to explore less-legal means of acquiring the things she needed to live.

While her career as a criminal began out of necessity, she always had an inclination towards the manipulation of others. It’s easy to tell how much she enjoys her new work when she controls people like puppets, trapped in their own bodies until she cuts them loose. Luckily she doesn’t have a taste for blood, only coin.

She got good at it. Very good. Made connections and networks among those in the city less worried about legality or morality and studied under some particularly successful thieves. She took pleasure in surpassing them with both her natural talent for theft and her unusual method of “avoiding” bumps with the law. She gained the name Synapse soon after. It was around this time that she developed her favorite method of enacting control over a target- coming up behind to let her voice barely ghost past their ear in a whisper.

Synapse has become a player in the game of crime in her own right. She’s very careful not to step on any toes, but does it more for the sake of keeping balance than out of self-preservation. She’s well known enough that some circles will recruit her for particular jobs, but she likes to do solo work independently of a crew or the more major players- no need to split the cut.

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Criminal MO:  She almost never hides that she’s been in a place, preferring to make any spectators watch as she simply takes what she wants and walks away. While she can control large crowds and still have time to do whatever she needs, her name comes from her penchant for seeking out targets where she can sneak around and take people by surprise.

Extra Info: 

A sigil isn’t quite the word for her symbol. It’s her signature- oftentimes she likes to sign her work after a job, and criminals asking after her can use it to get in contact. It’s had several iterations, but the current is the longest lasting: a S stylized to branch at one end, with the tendrils wrapping around a small, tilted cylinder that passes through the letter. It’s her version of a nerve-muscle fiber connection.

Synapse at some point developed a fascination with Blue Bolt. It may be due to the social media rumors about whether Blue was even human, but she took the suit as a challenge and they’re her new favorite target. She doesn’t even want anything from them, just enjoys toying with the vigilante to prove she can. She’s not looking to make enemies that will hunt her down with powers of their own, but she’s confident in her ability to play cat and mouse with Blue until she gets bored.

Oh Be Clever - River is the song I listened to while writing her and the tone of it encapsulates a lot of the version of her in my head. Indestructible -  Not Your Dope (feat. MAX) is another good one for her, but in a more lyrical sense than anything else.

everyone please feel free to use/reference her whenever you want!!