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hurt / comfort

Hurt/comfort is a fan fiction genre that involves the physical pain or emotional distress of one character, who is cared for by another character. The injury, sickness or other kind of hurt allows an exploration of the characters and their relationship.

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1. INJURY. You've been injured. Broken bones or bleeding out or maybe just a tiny little papercut. The choice is yours.
2. SICKNESS. You're sick and laid up in bed, at home or in a hospital. The severity is up to you.
3. FEAR/ANXIETY. Something is happening and you're scared beyond belief.
4. LOSS OF SENSES. Sight, touch, taste, hearing, smell, etc. You've lost some important sense or ability and now you're left to deal with it.
5. DESPAIR. Nothing is good or right anymore and you can't shake the depression. Maybe that friend of yours can help though...
6. BREAKUP. You've been dumped. You need someone to comfort you, possibly by the one who dumped you.
7. MAKE UP. Fight or break up, it's time to makeup.
8. RESCUED. You've just been held captive and/or tortured for however long and finally, someone has come to the rescue.
9. BAD ROMANCE. Fight, cheated on, abused, whatever the case is, someone else can clearly see you need comfort from someone who isn't your terrible lover tonight.
10. LOSS. You've experience a loss of some kind and need help getting through it.
11. INSANITY. You're seeing things that aren't really there, hearing voices, or you're just convinced you're at your wit's end finally and you're going to crack. Maybe someone can give you a helping hand.
12. TIRED. You've had a heard life recently and you're just worn too thin to really care anymore. There's no fight left in you anymore. Can someone help change your mind?
13. ADDICTION. Drugs, alcohol, sex, gambling, or any other type of addiction has got you in its grasp. First time or relapse. Will someone be able to save you?
14. INSOMNIA. You can't sleep anymore, no matter how hard you try. Maybe someone can give you company.
15. NIGHTMARES. Or, on the other end of the spectrum, you can't sleep without gruesome, horrible nightmares. Either someone is stuck in your dream with you, witnessing it or they're just waking you up, soothing you out of it.
16. BLACKMAIL. You've been caught doing something you shouldn't and you were blackmailed because of it
17. SEPARATION. You're going to be separated for awhile or were separated for a long time. Either make up for lost time or try to spend every last moment together.
18. VIOLATED. You've been violated in some way. Can include sexual overtones or not. Can someone help you through it?
19. STRANDED. You've been stranded somewhere remote, with no help of anyone finding you for awhile. Can you survive this together?
20. SINS. You're feeling the weight of your sins and guilt clearer than ever. Can someone give you absolution or lessen the ache any?
21. SECRET. It's difficult having to keep that secret of yours, be it a relationship or something you just don't want to share with anybody else. Maybe it's okay to talk about it now though...
22. ADDITION. Babies should be joyous things unless you're in a situation where you know you won't be able to care for them. Either you've adopted or found out you're pregnant.

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[Nasir slips an arm around Agron's shoulders, helping him sit up. He keeps his hands as soft as possible, but steady, pressing his lips to a bare shoulder.]

I think it means I am merely very lucky that Spartacus decided to attack our home that night.

[For what a life he would have never had.

Once he is assured that Agron can stay seated on his own, Nasir starts to wind the bandages around his chest.]

To think of all the things I would have missed, without you.

[Arthur has never been a heavy or frequent sleeper. The somnacin hasn't changed that much for him. He's awake when he's awake, that's all there is to it.]

Work. If we have a job.

[And there's anything to do. There isn't, now, not that it matters.]

What were you doing?

No. He said something. I didn't know what to say.

[There's a sigh.]

Now he's mad. Won't look at me. How do we do a job when he won't look at me.

He's so small.

[Kaden offered a finger for the tiny Lombax to grasp. Those seemingly oversized ears flopped around as Kaden stood next to the pod that would carry the tiny child far away from the terrors Percival Tachyon was reigning on the Galaxy. His wife dead and home detroyed, Kaden still found himself turning to his old friend, even if he couldn't understand the scope of what Alister had done enough to hate the other.]

I just hope Solana is far enough away that he'll be safe.

[He hadn't seen Alister since Tachyon had first arrived and they'd fought about the creature. Calling the Lombax here for... for what? Did he want to scold him for what he'd done? No, that would get them nowhere. Demand his help? Alister had already tried. Ask him to watch over his son? No, Alister was needed here.]

I just want him to have a chance at life, even if he doesn't have a mom or dad to help him.. Y'know?

[He looked to Alister, finally, the tiny child making a small noise as he grasped his father's finger.]

[Yeah, really. She's a ginger. She's stubborn. It's gonna be for ever and ever.

Lily's oblivious to James' wand tapping or anything, but rather simply enjoying the ride, laughing, the wind in her hair. She'd hated flying-- of course, gung ho!Lily Evans in her first year had been overly eager to get on a broom and learn to fly, but that really only lasted until she couldn't stop her broom when it was heading towards the castle wall, and she had no choice but to roll off and hope the ground was soft (it wasn't). That had been enough to keep her off a broom for the rest of her life, even with That Former Friend Of Hers trying to assure her it wasn't all that bad, and she had almost had the hang of it.

But sliding down a stair case was... So completely different. It was almost like running in the halls of your school as a child, because you weren't allowed to, so when you did it you felt you went extra fast, and there was that rush of 'Oh I'm doing the thing!'. And well, here you have it.

Also, James: back-up plans. Make them.

Because when the railing ended her laughter turned to another shriek and oh, hey they're skidding to a stop and Lily is very much on top of James Potter and they're in their pajamas and he has a smudge on his glasses. Right.

Time to get off.

Get off of him.

She rolls off quickly, dusting off her knees.] That was-- [You are so smooth, Lily. So smooth.] Wow.

[The idea of Kaden still wanting to talk to him at all was... baffling. Though they were secluded here, far from the terrors Tachyon was inflicting on their home planet, their playground, their entire lives, he knew the Cragmite would eventually catch up. So many of them had fallen already, and the General would prefer it to be himself, than to allow any more innocents to be lost to his mistake.

The kit was small, barely even a solar-cycle old. He had no idea of what was happening around them, couldn't even begin to conceptualize. The Elder's hand twitches in his direction, desperate to help his friend ~~former friend? he wasn't sure.~~ find safety, and flee far away from this place. But he stops himself, closing his eyes and nodding to the shorter Lombax's words.]

He looks a lot like you, you know that?

[A small laugh, but it was humourless.]

I know he's going to act like you, too. Kaden--

[Shaking his head, the Lombax finally steps forward, trying to turn his friend around to face him proper. Yes, he messed up. Yes, it was probably a fruitless effort, but damn it all if he doesn't try.]

If you go with him, he won't need to live without a father. This is my doing - I should be the one to confront Tachyon.

[A gloved hand tightens on that armoured shoulder, fearful that letting go would result in his childhood friend disappearing for good.]

Please. You have so much more you still need to do.

Elua, Arthur...

At least I know you've something of a hobby with your dress. [Entirely Too Much Work, in his opinion. But he expresses that frequently.

Mavros glances down at his closed book.]

Sketching. And idle pursuit. I suppose I've been indulging it more often here than I did at home.

[Kaden's half-joking expression turned grim and he shook his head.]

No, Alister. As much as I wish that I could, I...

[He remembered the flames that licked his home, how his wife must have died at Tachyon's hands and only barely saving his son from amongst the crumbling building. He gritted his jaw, turning back to the escape pod.]

He killed her, Alister. Can I call myself a true Lombax if I let her murderer walk free? What do I tell Ratchet? That I ran away and hid with him and did nothing to help destroy Tachyon?

[He placed the kit into the pod, smiling and leaning down to gently kiss his forehead, tail drooping some as he looked at his son. Would he ever see him again? How would Ratchet live his life? Would he grow up like his father, brave and fearless? He sighed gently.]

No, Alister. I'm going to fight Tachyon, and I'm going to personally make sure my son has a free galaxy to grow up in.

[His expression was full of confidence before he finally took his finger from the small kit's grasp and handed him a harmless rubber wrench to hold.]

...I'll find a way to Solana. I'll catch up with him. And you're going to come with us, you hear?

[Where else could he go, anyway? With Tachyon's forces overpowering his own so easily, he would need to fall back and regroup. The Lombaxes had already left, exiling him to this dimension, and cutting off all means of contact with the rest of his kind. All that remained here was himself, Kaden, and...]

Only because I made a promise to you the day he was born. A good soldier never turns back on his word.

And... I still want to apologize. For not listening to you. This could have all been prevented. That a Cragmite could do all this, I-I--

[The Lombax's fur bristles, teeth bared and a growl escaping as his wrench slams down.]

I thought we were finished with them, Kaden!

[ She had never seen someone ride a horse before. She had imagined it would be difficult to mount and dismount such a large animal but he did it with grace. Not like how she imagined it at all.

And so she stood, watching.

The stranger was nice. She could tell. Kind. Gentle in his movements, the lines of his face.

So she stays.

Stays because he was the first person she had seen in a long time. The first person she had seen here.

Unfortunately, she couldn't voice her answer. One wing stretches, thoughtful. It had been a long time since she used words. Spoken and written. She had had a voice once. But she couldn't remember the sound and she was not longer capable of producing it. His first question was the easiest to answer so she started with that, hand lifting to reveal the bird cradled within her palms.

The second question--

That would be a bit more difficult, especially with her hands occupied. Her gaze diverted to the floor, abashed that she was unable to answer at the moment. ]

[ a small shiver runs down agron's spine at the feel of those warm lips against his skin. he loves it and relishes in the feeling. selfishly, he wants more of it and wants to feel the soft press of nasir's lips all over his body.

he sits as easily as he can, though his posture is slumped forward slightly and he sways unsteadily from time to time. it's difficult to breathe this way, but he pushes through.

after a moment of the air filled with rasped breathing, he laughs softly and glances over at nasir. ]

You find it luck that I am by your side? [ agron shakes his head slightly, a small smile still on his lips. ] Pray the gods find where sense was left to be found again.

[There's a thin mask of sweat over his brow as he nods, turning just a little. He didn't really have the time or energy to check and see if it was through-and-through; he only hoped it'd went out the back. He swallows hard again, fighting nausea and a thrumming, faint heartbeat. His skin is getting clammy from the loss of blood now.]

Thirty minutes ago. Maybe — fourty? I ran. For a while. [He shakes his head.] Can't remember, but — I was trying to calm someone down... they got bit, and they freaked.

[The rest is history. He glances up at her, his vision less than stellar.]

Bad?

[ sadly, a lot of these are possible.

no 22, though, obviously, and preferably no 6, 7, 9, 17, or 18. ]

[ It's another normal day on the Nemesis (what passes for normal anyway) until he steps over-

Wait. ]

Starscream?

[ He is hoping that the individual currently bleeding all over the floor isn't Starscream, for plenty of reasons. Only a few of them are selfish. ]

[ Another normal day on the Nemesis, indeed.

He had made it partway down the hall, after Megatron had left, stepping carelessly over him. He had had to drag himself, but his terror at going offline had spurred him on through the pain and rushing weakness, until he was no longer capable-- ]

Nngh...

[ He was hardly capable of that. Just a small sound, ventilation weak; he could not form words, or even seem to rev his engine in response, but gave a slight, pained twitch of his wings, smearing the edge of one into the energon pooling on the floor. ]

[ This is bad. This is extremely bad. He waves over a bunch of troopers who aren't doing much at the moment and tells them to carry Starscream - carefully, he stresses, and while you're at it don't lift him now stem the bleeding first, cauterise them if you have to, but get him to medbay as soon as you can-

It's a fair distance to the medbay, and he's going to be setting up the cradle of wires that serves as their life support system.

He can't help but wonder what kind of mood Megatron was in for Starscream to get such a beating. ]

[ What moods does Megatron usually fluctuate between? Grimly pleased, triumphant, focused on Optimus Prime, irritated, and incandescently angry; this anger must have been worse than usual, for one reason or another, and Starscream had been the outlet.

As he always was.

The extent of the damage hinted that Megatron had most likely been very angry at Starscream personally; he had often threatened to kill him, but this hadn't been a violent, albeit clean, final shot. He had been angry enough to kill him, but not caring enough to finish him off, not caring one way or the other -- not calling the medic to fix him, but not contact him to forbid so, either.

What, exactly, had provoked Megatron's ire -- and this much ire -- would likely remain a mystery until Starscream had recovered. If he did recover.

It was lucky that these particular Vehicons troopers knew how to follow directions, and were in the mood to do so, so that Starscream hadn't bled out by the time he even got to medbay. He was still bleeding out, though. Really, he had mostly already done so. ]

[ If he did recover.

He needs transfusions, to replace what's lost, and as soon as he can dismiss the Vehicon troopers he does so (not before telling one of them to at least mop the floor, for spark's sake).

He goes over the damage, quickly, sealing off anything that's still leaking before hooking Starscream up to a transfusion station. The machine whirrs as it starts monitoring the energon levels of its current patient, which are dangerously low, and starts pumping energon back into him.

He doesn't have time to waste, so he locks Starscream into life support and begins to assess the damage.

...He's not entirely sure where to start, but he starts picking out fragments of what was previously Starscream's armour out of his internals to begin with. ]

[ There is... quite a lot of damage. Not any one thing in particular had been meant as a killing blow, so there's an overwhelming amount to work with; Knockout has sealed the bits of him that were leaking energon, though they could probably use more permanent fixes, and he's working on the fragments of armor in his internal systems -- some of which are stuck into him, edges sharp -- but there are also disconnected, and in some cases severed, sparking wires.

The dents and cracks, while they would normally be a minor worry, are really just cosmetic compared to everything else.

He's still far from stable, and his energon levels are still too low, when he finally stirs; he reacts to nothing in particular, not violently but likely only because he's incapable of violence. His hands and claws twitch, his entire posture tensing and then shuddering in the pain that that tension brings, optics turning on bright and wide.

Hhgk--

[ Whatever else you can say about Knockout, he's certainly good at what he does, and caring for a patient is no exception.

He seals off cabling temporarily so his patient doesn't lose all the energon he's regaining, and he starts yanking out shards of metal and placing them on a tray. After he's finished that task, he goes to work on all the damaged wires and tubing and cables.

He's still absorbed in his work, repairing a particularly fiddly wire, when his patient twitches. ]

Relax. [ His voice is curt, though not reprimanding. ] Otherwise you'll make half the receptors in your body fire off all at once - not a good idea.

[ He doesn't really register the words, or even the tone, per se. But that's not Megatron's voice.

It's Knockout's. A doctor. A doctor who has even been kind to him at times. Who is professional.

He does relax at the realization, though not completely, intakes speeding up and eyes still wide. Speech is still-- It doesn't come to him, yet. ]

[ He keeps working. He doesn't care what Starscream says or does, as long as he doesn't move. He's in terrible shape, and is in no condition to be doing so. ]

What a mess...

[ He sighs, and deftly splices in another section of cable. He'll have to repeat the action more than a few times- there are places where some of it has just been torn out altogether.

He's not sure how long this will take. Hours, certainly, to use Earth terminology. ]

Nn...

[ Finally, he does manage speech, seeming to get his capability to form words back after a brief struggle.

Not many words, though. ]

Knockout... How... I'm......?

[ Something of a question at the end, as if not sure if he's attempting to make a statement or ask something. His thoughts are... perhaps understandably muddled, yet. ]

Congratulations! You're online!

[ When you've been a doctor in wartime, no subject is too dark for comedy. ] Welcome back.

Don't squirm, by the way. I'm working on your internals. [ Which is why he isn't greeting you in his usual bedside manner. ]

You're...

[ Oh. Internals. Right. ]

Oh, scrap. [ His voice sounds very small. ]

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